Disciplinarian to a Porn Star

Acting as a disciplinarian for anyone is not always an easy task, handling the emotional, physical and mental reactions and responsibility, and coupling it with ensuring you are doing the right thing for them. People seek out discipline as an adult for many reasons, for some it is an emotional release that cannot be gained elsewhere, for others it can be the need to relinquish control of certain aspects of their life. Often as a child every action you make has a consequence and hence guilt is abolished by punishment, as an adult some find they cannot shed their own guilt without confession and repercussion. There is not always a sexual connection or reaction due to the nature of the relationship, some however require some element of sexual control or release to complete the experience.

Maisee was a 32 year old successful porn star. Actor, photographer, director and active on social media she had spent many years securing herself firmly in the industry. Whilst a strong, independent women to the outside world there was still a vulnerability within, when things became out of control or she felt the need she would contact him and arrange a visit.

The email she sent was simple and short

Late for another shoot, gutted.

Flat is a mess, forgot to pay a client, need to see you?

And the response was just as direct

3:00pm Friday 10/11/2017

She closed the email on her phone and sat with her hands in her lap in the back of the taxi. Eyes closed and shoulders relaxed her mind wandered to what was to come. The result, she knew, would make her feel better. A release from the guilt that was plaguing her mind, it was frustrating sometimes that some people seemed to be able to happily plod through life, fucking up and not caring. It was different if you couldn't find a way of shedding your own feelings of guilt, in a way it festered inside and became more of an issue to deal with the longer it was left. A spanking was something simple, something pure and final. Confess what was wrong, be lectured, be punished, move on.

As the car pulled to a stop she wiped the sweat from her palms and paid the driver, mumbling a thank you as she walked up the steps to the three storey, mid terrace town house. As always the front door was unlocked and there was no need for her to knock. The routine was agreed upon at the 'initial appointment' The rules were plain and fairly simply, arrive 15 mins prior to the meeting, let yourself in and proceed to the agreed room, change into the agreed clothing and wait. She took off her shoes and placed them by the doormat, hanging her handbag on the coat hook she made her way to

her

room.

It was a sparsely decorated bedroom of sorts. Dominated by a large double bed, oak framed and covered in a plain cream duvet. As always on the bed laid a pair of knee high white socks, white cotton panties and a white vest top. Two bedside tables sat either side of the bed, matching oak from the bed frame and with lamps, water and a small collection of books. She closed the door behind her and began to undress, taking care to fold her clothes into a neat pile on the bed. The window to the other side of the room remained closed at all times and covered with a thick net curtain to preserve her modesty as she often stood naked. At the far end of the bed stood a long dressing table, only two drawers high it sat on raised legs about two foot off the ground.

Her eyes lingered on the top drawer. Laid out on the inside was a collection of implements, various paddles, crops, canes and belts. The second drawer was slightly different. At the initial appointment she had been presented with a shopping list of sorts. It was always exciting to shop for sex toys but it was a whole new experience to buy them knowing that they could, and would, be used to inflict a degree of suffering. The second drawer contained an array of vibrators, plugs, gags and clamps. Every appointment they would be in pristine condition and she had received assurances that they would only be used on her then packed away after each session.

On top of the dressing table sat a bowl of warm water and a razor. That was the final rule. Pubic hair was forbidden. Once she had suffered the indignity of having the cotton panties removed to only be made to stand and shave her pussy before continuing. It was a mistake she never made again.

The panties were for all intents and purposes, pointless. They never stayed on for more than several minutes. They were only used to ensure humility as they were slowly removed during the prespanking lecture. More embarrassing was the fact that even a few minutes happened to be enough for them to become slightly wet and cling to her lips. A wetness she could already feel as she pulled the socks up to her knees, then the vest over her head and finally pulled the panties up her legs.

She sat down on the corner of the bed as the clock on the wall approached 3:00pm. A small shiver crept down her spine as the hairs on her next stood up, she could feel her nipples harden and, as she glanced down, she could clearly see them through the thin fabric of the vest. There was always a moment of doubt, sure she felt bad about messing up at the photo shoot and turning up late and then doing the same again last week with the shoot. She shook her head, no, this was what she needed and the end result always made her feel better. As the clock ticked to 3:00pm the door handle creaked and he walked in.

At 6'2" and around 14stone he was neither small nor large but he carried himself with an air of authority. Clearly he was experienced and comfortable in his role and it came through in the way he carried himself. His voice was always low, calm and controlled,

"Good afternoon Masie," he spoke to her, but not at her, walking into the room and pulling up an oak dining room chair that stood against the wall.

"Good afternoon Sir," her voice was already weakened and had the tone of defeatism.

He placed the chair directly in front of her, half way between the bed and the wall and sat down. His brown eyes pierced into hers and as soon as his gaze met hers she looked down at her lap, catching just a glimpse of her reflection in his glasses.

"Stand up and take a step forward towards me."

She did as she was asked and without being prompted her hands linked up behind her head and she stood before him. His hands moved to her hips and she felt his thumbs hook into the elastic waistband of her panties. She felt them moving down as he began to talk;

"As you seem to have an issue keeping to your schedule and making appointments I have decided that today I will show the true value of an orgasm," her eyes widened slightly.

"You have been lucky enough to make a living out of something you enjoy and have been blessed with a body and talent for it that many would be envious of."

As she stepped out of her panties her bald slit was directly in front of him, at eye level she could not hide her modesty and the humility washed over her. She could feel the redness creeping up from her chest around her neck as he used her hips to guide her to his right hand side. "Lay over my knee Masie" She gently lowered herself into position, one hand holding the leg of the chair and the other gripping the strut for leverage she keep her legs straight and her toes pointed against the floor. There she was, prone with her bare cheeks on display as she sank against his thighs. One large palm came to rest against her skin and another strong hand sat square at the bottom of her back, pinning her in place.

Her body tensed as his hand left her skin and came down with force the sound echoed in the room as skin met skin. The warmth began to creep into her bare cheeks as the smacks continued, soon enough the warmth became heat and each strike sent pain through her body. He was meticulous and calm as he ensured each time he landed close to the last, spreading the spanking across her bare skin. She had always been a crier and sure enough within a minute the situation and severity overcame her and the tears began to flow down her cheeks. Tighter she gripped the chair leg, harder she pushed her toes in the floor. She began to beg and plead through her sobs as the spanking continued. Barely over two minutes in her skin felt like it was on fire from the top of her thighs and covered her entire backside.

He paused briefly and her body went limp, "You will learn that even as an adult your actions will have consequences." She mumbled an agreement through her tears as she tried to catch her breath

"But this is

not

what I meant by 'teaching you the value of an orgasm'. When you commit to a shoot you commit to someone else's time. You put a price on your performance and they make an investment in your body."

As her breathing returned to normal her mind began to race as to what else was in store. Within seconds his palm struck her skin again, the shock making her jerk and writhe on his lap, clearly the spanking was not quite over. The relentlessness and intensity never failed to overwhelm her at an almost primal level. There was no similarity at all between a genuine punishment spanking and what some people class as the odd smack during sex.

The next few minutes felt like an hour or even a lifetime. By the time his palm landed for the final few times she was reduced to sobbing loudly and squirming under his grip. The removal of his hand from her back signalled the end and she slid from his lap to her knees at his feet. One hand wiping the tears from her face the other tenderly touched her sore skin.

He rose to his feet and made his way to the dressing table. She looked on in fear as his hand moved towards the drawers, 'God not the top one' she pleaded to herself internally. Her light brown hair was matted with sweat and the vest had become virtually transparent, breasts and nipples clearly visible as she knelt on the carpet. A small sigh of relief escaped from her mouth as he opened the lower draw. Watching in fearful anticipation she whimpered gently as he placed a hitachi and two black leather straps on the bed.

She barely heard the request to strip as her mind was racing, "Don't make me ask twice Masie." Scrambling to her feet and unsteady on her legs she hastily pulled the vest over her head and laid it next to her clothes on the bed, the socks soon followed and she stood completely naked in the middle of the room. Being naked in front of a camera was in no way the same as this, naked and no longer in control.

He took her wrists and bound them together with soft black rope and led her to the bed, laying her down and securing the rope into a small hook strategically placed on the headboard. He worked silently and meticulously as he fastened the straps around the vibrator and then to her inner thigh. His fingers worked her lips apart and she felt the head of the hitachi pushed up hard against her swollen clit. Secured firmly in place against her leg and resting tight against her pussy she was completely at his mercy. Clearly the device had been modified and the switch was defunct as he held a remote one in his hand and began to walk around to the foot of the bed.

Without warning he flicked the button in his hand and the pulse sent her body in spasm, back arched and head pushed back hard into the pillow she let out a groan as it massaged her clit. As the pulse dropped her body went limp and the rush left as quickly as it had arrived. "You see Masie," his voice broke the silence of the room "an orgasm is not a given, it has value and should be earned like anything else in life" Before she could answer she heard the click of the switch and her body convulsed, writhing on the bed in ecstasy but at the same trying to escape the overstimulation of the most sensitive part of her body. Just as the wave of orgasm became to build he turned it off again.

This was utter, fucking torture. There was no way she could move her body to escape the pulse and it was strapped tight and pushed hard up between her lips. She could feel the wetness soaking her thighs and dripping down onto the bed as the frustration began to build. As he spoke the next few statement he turned the switch on and off, leaving it pressing against her clit for only the length of time he spoke;

"You WILL take your appointments seriously"

"You WILL ensure prompt arrival"

"You WILL listen and WILL learn that actions have consequences"

Each line he spoke flooded her with warmth and anticipation, would he stop it again or leave her to cum. By the third one her body was in agony, tears of anger and desperation ran down her cheeks as she begged him to finish, to leave it on so she could reach her climax.

"So, have you learnt, will you listen?"

"God yes, please, please, let me cum" her voice cracked and pleaded with him. She heard the click in his hand as he stood looming over her from the foot of the bed. Once more the head of the vibrator drilled into her clit and her body spasmed uncontrollably. Another click sent it onto the highest setting and she moaned as her eyes rolled back into her head and she pushed back into the pillow, bucking her hips and grinding against the device between her lips. The warmth shot over her body as she screamed out her orgasm, announcing it to a one man audience

"Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cummi.." She couldn't finish as it overcame her. Her whole body fought against the massive overstimulation and she felt the climax overwhelmed her. Still it pulsed against her, the pleasure became uncomfortable and a small sense of fear took over. Her eyes popped open and met his gaze,

"Please, enough, please, stop, I can't... I can't"

Tears flowed down her cheeks as her body fought and just as sheer desperation was about to set in, it stopped. She went limp on the bed. Soaked in her own sweat and cum. Her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. She felt the ropes around her wrist loosen and her hands dropped to the bed from exhaustion, the straps around her thighs came next and she could barely stand it as the device was pulled from her pussy. Even the movement of it leaving her sent a wave of stimulated pain and pleasure over her body and she instinctively pulled away.

As always he passed her a glass of water from the side table, signalling the end of their session and she inwardly sighed a huge sigh of relief. As her senses returned to normal and her breathing slowed she wiped the tears from her face.

"Now, now you understand the value of what you do and the importance of your own body. You may use the restroom to clean up and you are free to leave when you feel ready. As always there is no rush and you are welcome to rest for as long as you feel the need."

With a small smile, he laid his hand on her leg and stood up to leave. As he reached for the door she managed a mumbled thank you and sat in quiet contemplation. She knew it would take a few hours for her body and mind to recover but she could already feel the guilt that had been eating up begin to dissipate and she allowed herself a small smile. She was 100% ready to face the world again.