Ariana's punishment concludes

Mistress Zelda entered Ariana’s room early the following day without knocking. She quietly approached the bed where the petite singer and actress lay sleeping on her stomach. The dominatrix took deliberate steps, so as not to startle the sleeping starlet. She took a long moment to admire how almost innocent the woman she was currently disciplining looked.

"Ariana, Ariana, it's time to wake up," she said softly as she gently shook her shoulder. Ariana grumbled and buried her head under her pillow. "Ariana, get up." This time, Mistress Zelda's tone was stern and commanding. Ariana however, only responded by using her hands to squeeze the pillow tightly against her head. With an irritated sigh, Mistress Zelda grabbed the covers and tore them away from the smaller woman's body. "Alright, young lady, if that's the way you want it," Mistress Zelda thought when Ariana still refused to move.

She quietly went into the bathroom and retrieved a wooden hairbrush. When she returned to the bedroom, using her free hand she tore open the drop seat of Ariana’s pajamas and delivered a hard swat to her still-bruised ass cheeks. The sound of wood colliding with soft tender flesh echoed through the bedroom, and Ariana’s head flew back, tossing the pillow almost comically.

"Ow!" she screamed as she tried to get up, only to have Mistress Zelda press firmly on her lower back, pinning her down to the bed. The swats from the hairbrush began to fall fast and hard. "Ow! Ah! Oh, God! Owie!" Ariana cried out with each swat and her tears began to flow. With each swat, she cried out, kicked her feet, and squirmed desperately attempting to get away from the hairbrush. Her cries and sobs turned to high-pitched shrieks and her body went rigid as Mistress Zelda began to focus on the backs of her thighs.

"This is what happens when you don't obey me," Mistress Zelda said, her tone cold as ice.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Zelda! I'm sorry!" Ariana said through her sobs, the last word sounding like something between a shriek and a pained squeak as the strict dominatrix landed one last hard swat on Ariana’s burning backside.

"We're going straight to the dungeon. Get up and get dressed. Get moving young lady."

Wordlessly, Ariana got off of the bed, still sobbing, and began to remove her pajamas. Once they were off, she folded them neatly and placed them on the foot of the bed. She knelt and kept her eyes down as Mistress Zelda clipped a leash to the **** chain around her neck.

As she crawled behind her strict disciplinarian, Ariana’s mind raced, as she wondered what she had in mind. "My ass hurts so bad," she thought as she tried to focus on Mistress Zelda's black leather boots through her tear-blurred vision. Every movement of her legs seemed to spread a fresh wave of pain through her bruised flesh.

"I hope you will learn from this, Ariana," Mistress Zelda said as she led the crawling starlet into her dungeon.

"I hope so too, Mistress Zelda," Ariana said, her voice shaky over the sound of her growling stomach. Mistress Zelda undid the leash once they reached the center of the dungeon.

"Go use the restroom. We'll be skipping the warm-up spanking today. I think you'd agree it would be pointless now."

"Thank You, Mistress Zelda," she replied before quickly walking to the bathroom.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she saw Mistress Zelda standing next to a large wooden frame with her typical stern expression on her face. Ariana sank to her knees, and she began to study the frame. It had been stained in a rich dark brown with the slightest hint of a dark red undertone. What struck her as odd, was the placement of the leather cuffs attached to it. A pair of them, which she guessed were for the hands, were joined by a very short chain, at the center, another short chain connected them to the long overhead brace that ran between the two legs of the frame. The oddest thing was that the cuffs hung from one end of the base, and not in the center. At the bottom of each leg on the inside portion, was a single leather cuff, each one connected to the frame by its short chain. When she reached her disciplinarian, she kept her eyes down and waited for instructions.

"Stand up, and turn around." Mistress Zelda's voice was stern and commanding, although she feared whatever the dominatrix had in mind, Ariana didn’t dare to hesitate to obey. "Hands up."

Ariana raised her hands over her head. "I'm too short," she thought when she didn't feel the cuffs, even though she knew she stood directly under them. The sound of a quiet click filled the air.

"Eyes forward!" Mistress Zelda barked before delivering a stinging swat with her hand to Ariana’s still-burning backside. Ariana obeyed, then ignored the metallic rustling of a chain. Her heart began to race when she felt the leather cuffs close on her wrists. Mistress Zelda buckled them tightly into place, and then Ariana heard the same click as before. Mistress Zelda entered Ariana’s room early the next morning, and without knocking. She quietly approached the bed where the petite singer and actress lay sleeping on her stomach. The dominatrix took deliberate steps, so as not to startle the sleeping starlet. She took a long moment to admire how almost innocent the woman she was currently disciplining looked.

"Ariana, Ariana, it's time to wake up," she said softly as she gently shook her shoulder. Ariana grumbled and buried her head under her pillow. "Ariana, get up." This time, Mistress Zelda's tone was stern and commanding. Ariana however, only responded by using her hands to squeeze the pillow tightly against her head. With an irritated sigh, Mistress Zelda grabbed the covers and tore them away from the smaller woman's body. "Alright, young lady, if that's the way you want it," Mistress Zelda thought when Ariana still refused to move.

She quietly went into the bathroom and retrieved a wooden hairbrush. When she returned to the bedroom, using her free hand she tore open the drop seat of Ariana’s pajamas and delivered a hard swat to her still-bruised ass cheeks. The sound of wood colliding with soft tender flesh echoed through the bedroom, and Ariana’s head flew back, tossing the pillow almost comically.

"Ow!" she screamed as she tried to get up, only to have Mistress Zelda press firmly on her lower back, pinning her down to the bed. The swats from the hairbrush began to fall fast and hard. "Ow! Ah! Oh, God! Owie!" Ariana cried out with each swat and her tears began to flow. With each swat, she cried out, kicked her feet, and squirmed desperately attempting to get away from the hairbrush. Her cries and sobs turned to high-pitched shrieks and her body went rigid as Mistress Zelda began to focus on the backs of her thighs.

"This is what happens when you don't obey me," Mistress Zelda said, her tone cold as ice.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Zelda! I'm sorry!" Ariana said through her sobs, the last word sounding like something between a shriek and a pained squeak as the strict dominatrix landed one last hard swat on Ariana’s burning backside.

"We're going straight to the dungeon. Get up and get dressed. Get moving young lady."

Wordlessly, Ariana got off of the bed, still sobbing, and began to remove her pajamas. Once they were off, she folded them neatly and placed them on the foot of the bed. She knelt and kept her eyes down as Mistress Zelda clipped a leash to the **** chain around her neck.

As she crawled behind her strict disciplinarian, Ariana’s mind raced, as she wondered what she had in mind. "My ass hurts so bad," she thought as she tried to focus on Mistress Zelda's black leather boots through her tear-blurred vision. Every movement of her legs seemed to spread a fresh wave of pain through her bruised flesh.

"I hope you will learn from this, Ariana," Mistress Zelda said as she led the crawling starlet into her dungeon.

"I hope so too, Mistress Zelda," Ariana said, her voice shaky over the sound of her growling stomach. Mistress Zelda undid the leash once they reached the center of the dungeon.

"Go use the restroom. We'll be skipping the warm-up spanking today. I think you'd agree it would be pointless now."

"Thank You, Mistress Zelda," she replied before quickly walking to the bathroom.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she saw Mistress Zelda standing next to a large wooden frame with her typical stern expression on her face. Ariana sank to her knees, and she began to study the frame. It had been stained in a rich dark brown with the slightest hint of a dark red undertone. What struck her as odd, was the placement of the leather cuffs attached to it. A pair of them, which she guessed were for the hands, were joined by a very short chain, at the center, another short chain connected them to the long overhead brace that ran between the two legs of the frame. The oddest thing was that the cuffs hung from one end of the base, and not in the center. At the bottom of each leg on the inside portion, was a single leather cuff, each one connected to the frame by its short chain. When she reached her disciplinarian, she kept her eyes down and waited for instructions.

"Stand up, and turn around." Mistress Zelda's voice was stern and commanding, although she feared whatever the dominatrix had in mind, Ariana didn’t dare to hesitate to obey. "Hands up."

Ariana raised her hands over her head. "I'm too short," she thought when she didn't feel the cuffs, even though she knew she stood directly under them. The sound of a quiet click filled the air.

"Eyes forward!" Mistress Zelda barked before delivering a stinging swat with her hand to Ariana’s still-burning backside. Ariana obeyed, then ignored the metallic rustling of a chain. Her heart began to race when she felt the leather cuffs close on her wrists. Mistress Zelda buckled them tightly into place, and then Ariana heard the same click as before.

Mistress Zelda then released the chains at the base of the frames legs pulled them out to Arian’s feet and buckled the cuffs in place around her ankles. With Ariana secured in place as she desired, Mistress Zelda removed a remote from its cradle, which was attached to the side of the frame. She walked in front of Ariana, making sure the bound singer could see the remote.

“Now young lady,” she began her tone remaining stern, “I will demonstrate to you how you make your fans, the people that make it possible for you to do what you do, feel every time you are rude to them, every time you are late to a meet and greet, only to cut it short, and when you deny them autographs and pictures.”

“Mistress Zelda, I…”

“You need a little help with the concept of quiet reflection,” Mistress Zelda said before she walked over to her cabinet and retrieved a red ball gag on a black leather strap. “Open,” she ordered as she held the gag up to Ariana’s lips. Slowly, Ariana opened her mouth allowing the strict dominatrix to place the rubber ball between her teeth and cinched it tightly into place, making sure not to trap any of Ariana’s hair in the buckle.

Mistress Zelda smiled at Ariana as she pressed a button on the remote, and a slight whirling sound filled the air. Ariana looked down toward the sound and her eyes widened as a small section of the floor slid open, allowing a metal rod with a large red ball on top of it to rise out of the floor. It slowly rose and stopped as it lightly pressed against her pussy.

Mistress Zelda tapped a button on the remote and Ariana instantly gasped into her gag and sprang up to the tips of her toes as the ball came to life and began to vibrate against her pussy. With a look that was a mix of arousal and confusion, Ariana looked at her disciplinarian, who stood looking back at her with her arms crossed, and a confidant smirk on her face. Ariana began to moan into her gag. Her head tilted back and forth as she used what little freedom she had to grind her pussy against the vibrating ball. Just before she went over the edge, the ball lowered slightly, the sound of its buzzing still filling the air. Ariana whined into her gag as her gaze snapped to meet Mistress Zelda’s gaze.

“I hope you’ll learn your lesson this time. Enjoy yourself, young lady, I’m going to have some breakfast.” Ariana watched as Mistress Zelda left the dungeon, despite her screams of protest into her gag. Slowly be body began to come down from the edge of release. As if somehow sensing this, the device rose, pressing the ball against Ariana’s pussy once more.

Time after time, Ariana was teased and denied. Each denial felt more torturous than the last as time faded away to a meaningless nothing. A thick sheen of sweat covered her body, her hair had begun to mat, sticking to her body, her head hung low, and her body as limp as her bondage allowed. She groaned and let out a quiet sob as the machine pulled away again, ending or beginning the latest round of torment, she wasn’t sure which.

“Having fun?” Mistress Zelda asked as she returned to the dungeon. She almost laughed as she watched Ariana nearly jump out of her skin, the cuffs holding her in place as her body jerked in surprise. She didn’t wait for Adriana’s muffled reply as she shut off the machine and freed her from the frame. “Come on, time to write your letter.” She clipped a leash to Ariana’s collar and led the crawling starlet out of the dungeon, across the waiting room, and into the room where the antique writing desk awaited.

When they arrived and, Mistress Zelda removed the leash, Ariana did not hesitate, she sat at the desk, dipped the quill into the inkwell, and began to neatly scrawl out her apology letter. She paused occasionally, to read what she had written, and to carefully consider what to write next. She knew the consequences if Mistress Zelda didn’t find her apology sincere enough.

One hour after leaving Ariana in the room with the writing desk, Mistress Zelda returned and found the singer and actress kneeling in the corner of the room. “Grab your letter, let’s go,” she said keeping her tone even, yet authoritative. Ariana stood, grabbed her letter, and knelt again as she waited for Mistress Zelda to clip the leash to her collar.

Too soon for Ariana’s liking, she stood in front of Mistress Zelda as she sat on her throne looking at her expectantly. She held the paper in her trembling hands as she tried to steady her breathing. “Read,” Mistress Zelda ordered.

“Mistress Zelda,

I wish to thank you for the discipline I so badly needed. I now understand that I need to be more mindful of my fans. As you correctly stated, they are the only reason I get to do what I do for a living. Moving forward, I will make sure they know that, and how much I appreciate them. I will also make sure that I am early to meet and greets, and stay until every one of my fans is happy with their experience.

With respect,

Ariana Grande.”

Mistress Zelda stood and took the letter from Ariana. “I wish I could believe you, Ariana. But, this is a repeat issue. Get over the spanking bench.”

“No, Mistress Zelda please,” Ariana said pleadingly as she bent and straightened her knees two times, reminding the strict dominatrix of a petulant child who was trying to avoid punishment.

“Now, young lady, or do I need to add to your punishment?”

With a nervous whine, Ariana approached the spanking bench, knelt on the narrow platform behind the angled platform of the spanking bench, and lowered herself across it, leaving her ass high in the air. Mistress Zelda quickly locked Ariana’s wrists in the spanking bench’s handcuffs, then ran the leather strap across her back and buckled it, pinning the starlet down. Lastly, she ran a similar leather strap across the backs of her thighs, then grabbed the newest addition to her paddle collection. It was a paddle made of clear, thin, and extremely sturdy Lexan.

“Fifty swats, Ariana, and I want a proper count after each swat. Tell me what a proper count is.”

“I will count each stroke, then say ‘Thank you, Mistress Zelda,” she answered her voice wavering in fear.

“Very good, are you ready to begin?” she asked tapping the Lexan paddle against Adriana’s ass.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda.”

The first time the paddle landed, a bright red welt appeared. Ariana cried out, as she tried to roll to her side, only to be prevented by the restraints. “What was that, young lady?” Mistress Zelda asked in a dangerously calm voice.

“One, thank you Mist...” her second stroke landed with a resounding CRACK!, and Ariana’s scream filled the room. “OW! Two, thank you, Mistress Zelda,” she squeaked as she tried in vain to dodge the next strike.

Slowly Mistress Zelda applied the swats allowing the sting of each swat to sink in and drive the consequences of Ariana’s actions home. Sometimes after the petite starlet counted the swat, Mistress Zelda would pace behind her and tap the paddle against her leg. She couldn’t help but smile when she did this each time she did, Ariana would flinch.

When the last swat finally landed Adriana counted it, and sobbed as she slumped over the spanking bench. Mistress Zelda returned the paddle to its place and then released Ariana from her place on the spanking bench. "Get dressed, you may go, and remember to make another appointment.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda, thank you, Mistress Zelda,” Ariana said as she quickly made her way to the storage bin and began to get dressed.