A spanking

He pulled the humiliated starlet over his knee and ran his hand along her naked back, down to her perfect ass. She was breathing hard due to her fear and arousal, and her tight, toned belly heaving against his cock was making it hard again. His hand pushed between her legs, luxuriating in the warmth radiating from her needy pussy. He waited.

"What…" she started to ask, and that's when he slapped her ass. It was hard enough to make her pert flesh jiggle temptingly. And then he did it again, and again, until he'd worked up a rhythm. Every few strokes he would snake his hand between her legs and stroke her pussy. Even as her ass was reddening from the spanking it was receiving her pussy still gushed.

Once her ass was a nice, bright red and was squirming to his liking, he stopped. He stood abruptly, sending her tumbling to the floor.

"You'll find a uniform in the closet. Put it on."

He grabbed a pair of boxers and left, leaving her peering after him. Her expression was one of mingled contempt and carnal need. She stood slowly, wincing at the sting from her ass. She tried to follow him out but was helpless to disobey his order. She opened the closet to find the "uniform" he'd spoke of.