Note- Another imagined tale of a young (nineteen) Kaley Cuoco after she had just had her breast enhancement. She was so hot at that time.
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December, 2018.
It had been a wonderful Christmas at home in L.A. with her new husband and Kaley Cuoco and Karl had retired after a long day. As she lay on her side in bed she looked across the room at the brand new riding crop that she had received as one of her presents. She smiled to herself as she recalled her first crop when she had started riding horses at age sixteen. Instantly smitten with horses, her love of riding had never waned and she now owned several horses of her own as well as private stables. Another memory came to her and she surprised herself at something she had forgotten for many years.
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Los Angeles, 2005.
At the tender age of eighteen years Kaley had gotten breast implants and also began a year long search for a new talent agent. Her decision to get bigger boobs had greatly increased her self esteem and she was in high spirits. Seeking another television sitcom role after the end of 'Charmed' she had been recommended by a friend to seek out a Miss Havoc who had a good reputation for landing her clients regular television work. She needed someone fresh in the business to represent her and promote her interests, and Miss Havoc was apparently never off the phone as she badgered various studio's and producers. Driving in her 2003 Toyota Corolla she headed over to the Havoc Artists Agency on Sunset Blvd.
"This looks like it."
Kaley parked her car and strolled up to the twelve storey building and took the elevator to the eleventh floor. She saw the red and white sign on the door and knocked lightly. With her buttery blonde wavy hair parted in the centre Kaley looked simply stunning in her grey top that fit close to the body and had the extra long sleeves. A short length that ended at the upper hip area she chose a mini length, stretchy high waist black skirt. On her feet were her brand new nude heeled sandals with the straps that wound around her lower calves and Achilles tendon.
"Hello?"
She opened the door a crack and peeked around the apparently empty office. The reception area was small with a desk and sofa on the opposite side. A table separated the two and various outdated copies of People and Entertainment Weekly magazine were strewn around on it. Kaley sat on the sofa and crossed her shapely pins and looked at her watch. Ten o'clock. She was a half hour early in her eagerness to meet the thirty year old Havoc.
"Where is everybody?" She wondered as she sat in the odd silence.
Impatient and slightly bored Kaley went to the office of Miss Havoc and pushed the half open door.
"Miss Havoc? Are you in here?"
The modest sized room was sparsely furnished and had one big desk and a tall lamp by the very large window. Pictures of various actors adorned the wall and Kaley studied each one in turn. She admired the view from the window and looked down on Sunset and watched the traffic and looked at the billboards. It was at that moment that her eyes were drawn to a half open drawer in the desk.
"Oh, my!"
Something curious peeked out of the corner and she thought she recognised a riding crop similar to her own. Her eyes went to the open door and saw no one and so she pulled the top drawer out and reeled back in surprise. There, Kaley found all types of erotic toys, vibrators, anal plugs, fur lined handcuffs and a black riding crop. Amid these outrageous devices there were also several pairs of silk underwear and a pheasant feather. But it was the crop that caught her eye and she cautiously picked it up. It was an expensive, probably a hundred bucks, black fleck crop of woven nylon and was about sixteen inches in length. The handle had wrapped leather and sported a big braided cap with a dimpled button. The keeper was also leather and was two inches wide.
"Oh my gosh. Miss Havoc seems to have some fetish interests."
The amused Kaley picked up the cuffs and studied the soft faux fur lining in the leather restraints. Metal buckles wound around the two cuffs and a stainless steel length of chain joined them. Then she opened the palm of her right hand and brought the crop down hard. It made a satisfying crack and she admired the workmanship in the iconic whip designed to tap a horse whilst running. She thought for a moment, turning to the door to ensure nobody had showed up, and raised her stretchy skirt up to her upper thigh. With her left hand she traced a line up the outside of her bare leg with the thin tool until she got to just below the hem of her skirt and then gave a hard smack.
"Ooh! That kind of hurt." But in a nice way she thought.
She did it again and a warm tingle rushed through her. Now smiling and having fun Kaley raised her skirt higher so that it exposed both her meaty buttocks. She had on barely there panties that separated both buttocks into two gorgeous globes and ensured that plenty of flesh was on display. As she clutched the handle at the very top she brought the keeper down on her left cheek and then ran a circle around the red spot she made. Her delectable rump rippled as she did it again and a warm flush came over her loins. The tiny panties hardly covered her pussy but she was pretty certain that there was a dampness on her sweet spot. Another crack and Kaley shuddered as the crop echoed around the room like a pistol shot.
"Wow, that is hot! Feels like, feels like..."
Kaley rucked her skirt up to her waist line and settled back against the desk with her legs out wide. She rubbed the keeper up the insides of both thighs, across her bikini line and then swirled it around her mound with eyes shut tight. The toes of her heels dug into the rug downwards as she rubbed on her slot through the fabric. The white panties worked well into the soft cleft of her Mons pubis as she wallowed in her self stimulation.
"Feels like..."
She had ridden horses quite frequently as of late, being between jobs, and had discovered the pleasure of grinding her pussy in the leather saddle. Also still single Kaley had masturbated a lot and had enjoyed her new boobs as she experimented with various sex fantasies. "Like fun?"
Kaley gasped and came out of her reverie as she was interrupted by a classy woman with flowing auburn hair. Dressed in a business like manner she had a three quarter length slim pencil fit dress in blue and white check, and a waist high top with one button fastened just below the bust. Her navy bra was evidently visible in the deep V of the low cut look.
"Oh, shit! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Kaley hastily wriggled her skirt back into position and closed her spread legs.
"It was...I saw the desk drawer open...I'm Kaley by the way. Are you Miss Havoc?"
Without a word the woman stared at Kaley as she walked around and around the desk. She casually picked up the handcuffs and toyed with them as she paced the room. Kaley ate humble pie as she demurred and hopped from one shoe to the other.
"I like to ride horses and...and I was just..."
"Curious? This is not a good start Miss Cuoco. Snooping through private property, perhaps you lack discipline? Did you go to school?"
Kaley was a child actress and was on film and television at a very tender age. "Well I acted as a kid a lot, so I guess I may have missed out on stuff. But I know right from wrong."
"Indeed. Maybe you need to be punished. Taught a lesson in fact."
We're not at school now, thought Kaley who wondered where all this was all leading. She found her eyes glued to Havoc's curvaceous form in the pencil thin dress, her long legs bare and her red glossy lips pouting.
"Discipline is an established practise I have adopted in my line of work. To be regulated, directed if you will, to my way of thinking I think we can accommodate you in the agency. It seems to be effective."
Kaley looked up at the portraits of the various artistes on the wall.
"Even with Naomi Watts?" She pointed at one particular picture.
Miss Havoc looked down her nose at the nervous blonde with a sardonic grin.
"Especially Miss Watts."
As she lectured she paced the room, her navy stiletto shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. "Now, I used to be a principal at a private girl school in Southern California, and I did NOT spare the rod. There are three types of discipline. One, preventive. Two, supportive, and three is corrective. Which do you think I should pick with you?"
"Look, Miss Havoc. I just came here to get help landing a new role. I wasn't expecting this at all. Maybe I should leave."
As she spoke Kaley remained rooted to the spot, a new feeling overwhelmed her. In her young life she had not had any sexual relations with females, and she was definitely not gay. Just curious. She wondered what the agent had planned and the hesitation was etched on her face. The door slammed shut then and she jumped at the intrusion to her thoughts. "It appears that you like the crop, perhaps I should use it, or maybe something bigger. I can show you ways of pleasure through pain you have never dreamed of."
Havoc passed her and rested the leather tongue of the crop on Kaley's upper right thigh. Kaley shivered as it wiggled on her bare flesh a moment before it was removed. They were so close that their body heat was felt by the pair of them. Kaley began to wilt under the stern and direct eye contact made by the older woman.
"You can?"
Havoc raised Kaley's chin and smiled with a knowing look.
"Oh, yes. And I know you want to try, am I right? You want, I want."
"Show...show me."
"Are you certain? We can continue or I can stop, it's your choice. Yes? Then hold up your wrists."
Kaley put her hands together and Havoc put the cuffs around her wrists and snapped them shut with an acute click. She tested the metal bracelets by tugging on the chain that joined them. They held tight. Part of Kaley felt slightly scared but she could not deny the excitement between her thighs.
"All part of the service."
Miss Havoc made Kaley face the desk and held her in place with her left hand. As she bent across the desk her cuffed hands came together as if in prayer and Havoc used her right to pull the skimpy underwear down to her ankles. In this pose Kaley revealed a half moon of bare white thigh and the business woman patted her behind with a certain affection as she studied the luscious curves of her bare bum. The skin was white and delicate and was a joyous sight and twin dimples were visible above the rounded cheeks.
"Look at these little panties, what a little slut you are. Stay perfectly still my dear."
Kaley felt the hand replaced with the head of the crop which was swept down the exposed crack between cheeks, past the perineum and down to the upturned base of her moist slit. She flattened the upper half of her body on the surface of the desk as her pussy was touched from behind.
