Sam
Sam was actually a little impressed, but not as surprised as most others would be.
Sam would have bet money most other child actresses raised on sets with their helicopter agent mom wouldn't have been able to cope. The majority of them would have told her off when Sam told them to strip down to their underwear. The rest would have balked when she made them expose themselves, or the first time they felt the riding crop sting their skin. Maybe some of them would have made it through the day, but the enema and butt plug routine would have thinned the herd out or eliminated it completely.
But she'd known about Dakota longer than her Princess or Eli suspected. She didn't tell anyone (and honestly hadn't liked to think about it for a long while) but she and Melinda used to watch "The Squire Princess Jewel Adventures." It was Melinda's guilty pleasure, and Sam had actually taken her sub to see the first movie as a treat for her good behavior.
Sam had noticed it even then, on screen. Dakota, even while acting, had given off subtle tells Sam picked up on that betrayed her nature. Really, that was the only reason she'd agreed to this; she knew the little princess had a hidden nature, waiting to be unlocked.
Sam knew she could unlock it. She just hoped she wouldn't break the door afterward, like she had with Melinda. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be paid the $400,000 if the girl had to be institutionalized.
Inwardly she felt a little bad about her Princess's state. She'd just had what was probably one of the most confusing orgasms of her life and had to come to terms with wearing a butt plug for the first time, and now she was about to be paddled.
She knew her princess wasn't a pain slut, otherwise the repeated swats of the riding crop would have had her dripping wet and horny. In one sense, that was good; it meant Sam wouldn't have to get creative with punishments. But it also bothered her.
"S" was always in BDSM but there were fewer doms who actually enjoyed and got off on inflicting pain than most people thought. The relationship was often more subtle and complex; there was reassurance and joy to be found in the trust a sub showed in allowing their dom to hurt them. The sight of a slave being punished could be artful and arousing in itself, and ultimately there was the delicate relationship between pain and pleasure that could be explored.
But her Princess wasn't there yet.
The girl was positively trembling by the time they reached the master bedroom. Sam still had her four-poster bed with the additions and reinforcements. It used to be that almost all of the furniture in her house was designed for play. Hidden restraints in sofas and plush chairs, tables able to hold a lot more weight than most, things like that. She'd purged all of it after Melinda and never replaced it, but the bed had been expensive and was literally secured to the floor and wall with hardware usually reserved for mounting large appliances or grab rails.
And it was a really comfortable bed.
"Stand here," she said, pointing to the foot of the bed, "Presentation two, but put your hands on the bed, out straight."
Her Princess bent over the bed. The top of the footboard had gel padding on the top of it to make resting on it less uncomfortable. It also had several other features, but she wouldn't need those on this occasion.
She went to her dresser and got the paddle she'd placed there. She'd gone out and bought it at a specialty shop on her way home from her first meeting with Dakota. It was a standard leather-wrapped wooden paddle. It was nothing like the custom carved one she used to have, but it would work.
"You will count for me. You have one second after each hit to say what number it is. If you miscount or forget to say the number, I will restart the count wherever I see fit, including starting over completely. As I've been saying, paying attention is crucial. Are you ready?"
It wasn't actually a question, and Sam was glad Princess recognized that and responded, "Yes Mistress Samira."
She swung and the paddle thwacked against her Princess's ass. She hadn't used her full strength; she never did. She was strong enough that she could do real, permanent damage if she ever let herself go completely.
Her princess shrieked and gasped. Sam actually gave her five seconds; no one that hadn't experienced it knew what to expect from their first paddling. But rules were rules.
"You didn't count, Princess," Sam said, "Now we start over. Try again."
Her arm flew. Another "thwack" against her ass, another shriek and more heavy breathing. This time, however, her princess managed to sob out "One."
Three more times the wrapped wood impacted her princess's cheeks. By the fifth hit (though only four by the count), her princess was grunting and wincing rather than crying out at each hit.
Sam paused at that point and pushed a plunger on the bottle she'd grabbed along with the paddle. The gel was a special soothing cream; mostly aloe, though there was a slight hint of menthol in it that made it tingle. According to all of her past subs and slaves, the sensation was unique and memorable.
Sam took her time applying the gel; it was her first opportunity to really enjoy her slave's ass. Her announcement at the beginning that she was not only inexperienced with but not willing to perform with another girl had almost been a deal breaker even with the promised payout, but Sam thought it might actually be better that way; if all she was doing was training and the relationship was one way in most respects, there was less chance of her doing serious damage.
That said, she couldn't help but grin at the suppleness of her Princess's ass. There really wasn't anything to compare a nicely toned, teenage backside to, and her princess was a prime example. Even though her TV role and movies had tried to maintain her virginal, youthful image, every magazine, web site, and influencer who focused on the female form talked up her body. She'd featured on multiple 'hottest actresses" lists ever since she'd turned 18, usually in the top 10. They all made various excuses for not putting her in one of the top slots, but everyone knew it was because she hadn't "shown the goods" or even done a suggestively steamy sex scene in any of her work. Of course, there were rumors she'd been offered anywhere from one to ten million dollars by various porn sites to fix that.
As she applied the gel, her Princess's pale skin transformed to a lovely shade of red. Sam could still hear her heavy breaths against the sheets. Sam straightened, grabbed the paddle, and swung again.
Princess let out another shriek, most likely surprised by the sudden shift from soft massage to brutal pain. Almost too late, she squeaked out "Five."
Sam practiced her technique a little, making sure she could aim accurately at the bottom, middle, and top of the ass cheeks, then altering the angle so she only hit one, then the other without turning the paddle up. For her final hit, she aimed it to directly smack the blue silicone base of the plug lodged in her princess's ass, producing a new and deeper grunt as "ten" slipped past her lips just before she broke down into sobs.
Sam quickly dropped the paddle and pulled the girl into her lap. Her Princess curled into a fetal position for a while and Sam just kept an arm around her shoulders and head. Eventually she relaxed enough that her body sagged against Sam's.
"Princess, you may speak your mind if you want; I won't punish you for it," Sam said.
"You're a fucking bitch," the girl in her lap said, "that was...that was cruel, that was...I should call the fucking police."
"It was necessary," Sam said.
