Jessie stared at the television in defiance. She was sitting around a large oak table with Keith, Raven, Brooke, and three of the co-directors that worked for Raven Brooke. Keith pressed rewind and played the tape again.
“See where you just seem to slip out of it?” Keith pointed out. “At the beginning of the scene, you really make us feel like you’re an innocent maid and everything is all new to you. Then, your reactions and facial movements make us realize you’re the experienced Jessica.”
“You can only play innocent for so long,” Jessica complained as she crossed her arms and glared at the image of herself on television. Her slim body was stretched upwards, her arms held by suspension cords from the ceiling. Her hair had been brushed down and the silkiness circled her waist as her head flew backwards when the next muted snap of the quirt kissed a line of fire across the back of her thighs. Jessie shook her head and glared over at Keith.
“Jessica, I’ve seen you on tape before! You’re one hell of an actress! You weren’t trying,” Keith argued, glaring down at his sub. Jessie pushed her bottom lip out instinctively and sat pouting, waiting for his outburst to subside.
“Jessica, our members are waiting for your first flick in a year. Your section of the site has been over-trafficked for three days now since you came back. We need this scene to go perfect,” Raven tried explaining as she took the seat next to Jessie and looked at her with pleading eyes. Jessie shook her head and looked at the floor. “How are her welts?”
“Almost gone,” Keith answered.
“Then we’ll shoot again on Friday,” Raven concluded as she stood up and looked at Jessica with annoyance. “I hate having to re-shoot, but she ruined it.”
“You can’t do this!” Jessie shouted as she jumped up and glared at Raven. Raven rolled her eyes and turned to leave the office. Jessie turned to Keith. “Not so soon! I can’t take it!”
“Yes, you can, kitten,” Keith said softly, looking at her sadly. He had hoped she would jump right back into her acting and the shoot would go perfectly.
“No, I can’t! Tell her she can’t! Please, Sir, I can’t!” Jessie cried. Keith shook his head in disappointment as he looked at the other three directors that were still sitting at the table. He turned and left the office quickly.
Jessie turned to the directors. “Please, tell them to hold off!” The thought about that nasty little thing whipping down, leaving lines of fire across her skin again so soon made her gasp for air.
“What an insolent sub,” one of the directors remarked quietly and the other co-directors stood up and they all left. Jessie looked at Brooke with sadness.
“We can do it again, Jess,” Brooke offered softly as she smiled at her best friend. Jessie shook her head and stood silently. “Just pretend you’re ‘nilla and the shoot will go great!” Brooke’s smile seemed contagious and Jessie found herself unable to scowl.
The office door opened again and Raven slithered in quietly. She looked at Brooke and snapped her fingers, smiling with satisfaction as the young slut knelt before her. Raven then turned to Jessie.
“Keith is your Sir and deserves your respect and obedience, Jessica. That is true. His word is law with you. But, I am your employer, your producer and I will not have you thinking my word means nothing. When I say you will do the shoot again, you will do the shoot again,” Raven hissed angrily. “I will not sit by and let you plead with Keith to argue with me, much less plead with a bunch of idiot wannabe directors in my absence!”
“I’m s…” Jessie started.
“Silence!” Raven growled as the back of her hand came in contact with Jessie’s cheek. Jessie immediately dropped her head in shame, bringing her hand to her burning cheek, tears fighting to escape her eyelids. “You will do the shoot tomorrow and I am making it my personal duty to make sure you look like you are in unexpected pain!” With that, Raven turned around and left the office, motioning for Brooke to follow her. “Your Sir and I are both very disappointed in you,” was the last thing Jessie heard before the office door slammed shut again.
Jessie wiped her eyes and looked around the small office she now felt lonely in. She pushed the chairs into the table and shut the television off quietly. She could hear Keith’s voice outside of the office, talking with one of the writers and she realized he was going back to work like nothing had happened. With regret of her behavior, Jessie turned and walked to the corner of the room. She placed her hands behind her back and held her wrists as she stared at the rose colored paint on the wall before her. She wore a red halter top and black slacks with sandals, her hair brushed out down her back with a small braid on the side.
She stood feeling sorry. It wasn’t self pity that engulfed her emotions, but the strong regret that she not only disobeyed a rule she had been given, but she had humiliated the man who meant the most to her.
After an hour, Jessie finally heard the office door open again. She held her breath and stared at the wall, wondering who had invaded her cocoon of sadness.
“Come here.” Keith’s voice was calm and quiet, the order more of a comfort. His eyes still held a bit of the disappointment he had felt earlier, but pride warmed his heart when he saw her standing in the corner on her own free will. She knelt before him, her head lowered in self-disappointment and he smiled sadly at his little sub. “Stand up.”
Jessie stood before her Sir, feeling worse than she had before he entered the office. His love and affection for her always made her feel worse when she disobeyed him and suddenly, she felt the urge to bend over the table and take a few snaps of that damned whip just to make him happy with her again. Keith looked at her thoughtfully.
“How does Japanese sound?” he asked. Jessie looked at him with shock, having already decided she wouldn’t argue when the command to take off his belt came.
