Jenna Ortega

Jenna Ortega slowly woke from a deep sleep. Today was an increasingly rare day off for the beautiful dark-haired actress. She sat up in her bed, stretched, and looked at her alarm clock. It was just after 11:00 A.M. She smiled thinking about the night before. To most people, dinner and a couple of drinks with your friends was fun, but not a special occasion. For Jenna, such nights were becoming a luxury.

"Might as well have a quick look at what's going on in the world," she thought as she grabbed her phone from her nightstand's built-in wireless charger. When she grabbed it it vibrated slightly. "Must have left it on silent," she thought. She opened the phone and found a text from her strict disciplinarian, Mistress Zelda. Her heart was pounding before she even opened it. Mistress Zelda sent texts as reminders for an upcoming session seventy-two hours in advance, not two weeks. A text now could only mean a cancelation or a dreaded summons.

ZELDA: Be at my home by noon, no excuses Jenna.

"Fuck!" Jenna yelled as she sprang from her bed. She had gotten the text three hours ago, and with L.A. traffic, she doubted that she would make it by noon. She quickly dressed in a simple black tank top, short denim shorts, and black and red sneakers. She was extremely grateful that she had shaved her pussy before dinner the night before.

At 12:01, Jenna ran from her car and began pounding on the door to the large Gothic mansion that was home to the strict dominatrix. The door opened revealing a tall African-American woman dressed as a French Maid.

"Come in, Miss Ortega," she said as she led Jenna to the waiting area. Jenna glanced above the door to Mistress Zelda's dungeon and saw that the light was red. "Mistress, Jenna Ortega has arrived," the maid said into the intercom.

"Thank you, Luna, she may have a seat until I am ready for her," Mistress Zelda replied.

Jenna sat in one of the seats and nervously bounced her heel on the floor as she watched the light above the door, dreading the moment when it would turn from red to green. The moment came only a few short minutes later, and Jenna let out a whimper as she stood up. She made her way to the door and softly knocked.

"Enter," Mistress Zelda said over the intercom.

"She does not sound pleased," Jenna thought as her shaky hand grasped the doorknob.

She slowly opened the door and before even stepping into the dungeon, Jenna caught the scent of freshly oiled leather. It was a smell that, ever since her first time in Mistress Zelda's dungeon, reminded her of the dominatrix. Of the power that another woman held over her, of the absolute respect she commanded.

She stepped into the dimly lit dungeon, into the young, but strict dominatrix's domain. She froze like a deer in the headlights when she saw her disciplinarian. Mistress Zelda sat on her throne dressed in a dark red leather bra made of intersecting straps that did little to hide her breasts, a matching pair of tight-fitting leather booty shorts, and black leather thigh-high platform-heeled boots.

"Prepare yourself, Jenna, and be quick about it," Mistress Zelda said, her voice carrying the sharp edge of command.

"Y-yes, Mistress Zelda," Jenna replied, now completely terrified of the young dominatrix. She quickly stripped herself naked, left her belongings in the bin, then went before Mistress Zelda and knelt. "Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment," she said trying not to show how nervous she was.

"Do you know why I have summoned you, Jenna?"

"No, Mistress Zelda."

"I happen to know that you drank and drove last night. That was a stupid decision, Jenna."

"Mistress Zelda, it was only two drinks," Jenna protested.

"So you admit it. How much **** was in those two drinks?"

"Mistress Zelda, nothing happened, it was two drinks and I only drove a few blocks," Jenna said, not realizing how much she sounded like a petulant child.

"Enough!" Mistress Zelda shouted, starting Jenna and making her audibly gasp. "What's your excuse for being late for your punishment?"

"I...," Jenna began but quickly went silent.

"Come on young lady, out with it."

Jenna flushed with shame at being referred to as "young lady" by someone her own age. "I had my phone on silent, and I was only a minute late."

The cold glare that Mistress Zelda gave her made Jenna feel like a little girl who knew she was about to be scolded. "First, having your phone on silent is no excuse. It is your responsibility to check it regularly and answer promptly. Second, you know how I run my dungeon, Jenna, late is late if you do not contact me to tell me that you be late. Lastly, don't you think you're in enough trouble without disrespecting me by failing to address me properly?"

Jenna gasped and covered her mouth with both hands as she suddenly realized her mistake. "I-I am so sorry, Mistress Zelda. The last thing I would ever want to do is disrespect you."

"I doubt that, Jenna, seeing as you have done it twice now. First by talking back to me then by not addressing me properly. Do you deny this?"

Jenna lowered her gaze and let out a soft whimper. "No, Mistress Zelda."

Mistress Zelda stood from her throne, went behind it, and brought out a straight-backed chair. She sat on it and looked at Jenna expectingly. Jenna slowly crawled to the dominatrix's side. she stayed healing and looked down at the floor, unable to bring herself to look at the strict disciplinarian. "Mistress Zelda, I know I have been very bad. May I please be put across your knee for my warm-up spanking?"

Mistress Zelda pat her lap with both hands and Jenna obediently climbed over it, being sure to leave her bare ass properly positioned over the dominatrix's lap with it high in the air. She flinched when she felt the strict disciplinarian's hand glide across the fleshy globes, bringing a smile to Mistress Zelda's face.

"Have you eaten yet, Jenna?"

"No, Mistress Zelda."

"Well, after I warm your naughty bottom, we'll have lunch and then get to the rest of your punishment. I have decided you will be staying overnight, though, I doubt that surprises you with as much trouble as you've gotten yourself into, does it?"

"No, Mistress Zelda," she replied, her voice wavering. She had never stayed overnight at Mistress Zelda's, but she remembered from the copy of the rules she had been given on her first visit what that meant.

Without another word Mistress Zelda delivered the first swat to Jenna's up-turned ass. She gasped at the sudden rush of pain. The second swat landed, then the third, fourth and fifth. Jenna's legs went rigid and she grabbed the legs of the chair in a **** grip fighting every instinct she had to reach back and use her hand to block the blows that continued to fall on her ass, alternating cheeks with each swat. This was easily the hardest that the strict dominatrix had spanked her, and this was just the warm-up.

"Ow! Ow! AAAHHH!! Owie!" Jenna screamed as her tears began to stream down her face and she began to wildly kick her legs. "Mistress Zelda, please! I'll be good! I'll be good! I promise I'll be good!"

"I don't doubt it," Mistress Zelda said as she rubbed the actress' ass enjoying the way it had gone a shade darker, and the warmth that was radiating off of it. "Get up so I can collar you and we can get some lunch," she added as she gently pat Jenna's ass, making her wince.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she said as she slid off of the strict dominatrix's lap. She knelt on the floor and wiped her eyes. By the time her vision cleared the dominatrix stood before her with a green leather collar in her hands. Jenna did not hesitate to press her neck against the inside of the collar, fearing that if she did Mistress Zelda would only make what was coming worse for her. Without a word, Mistress Zelda buckled the collar around the starlet's neck and then clipped a leash to the front D-ring.

Nothing was said between the two as the dominatrix led Jenna out of the dungeon and to the dining room, the actress obediently crawling behind her the entire way. Jenna was not at all surprised to find that her meal consisted of the promised, and never wavered from, cold plain oatmeal and a glass of milk. Her stomach growled loudly as she looked at the dominatrix's grilled chicken breast, with sauteed mushrooms, steamed broccoli, and creamy mashed potatoes.

After lunch, they returned to the dungeon, and as soon as the door closed behind them, Mistress Zelda turned to the kneeling actress and unclipped the leash. "Go get yourself across the spanking bench, young lady. We'll deal with the drinking and driving first," she said in a cold and stern tone that Jenna knew all too well.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Jenna replied before she slowly crawled to the spanking bench. When she reached the mahogany and leather device she slowly stood, knelt on the narrow pad at the rear of the device, and lowered herself across the large angled pad leaving her ass high in the air.

As Jenna was placing herself over the bench, Mistress Zelda had gone to a rack of canes. After a few seconds of considering her options, she selected a long cane, about a half-inch thick, and fairly rigid. She strode over to Jenna and laid the cane on the floor before using the cuffs and straps built into the bench to secure the misbehaving actress, ensuring that she would not move. She picked up the cane, walked around to Jenna's face, and held the cane where she could easily see it.

"Do you remember what I said to you about canes the first when you expressed concern about them as implements that I use to punish naughty girls when we first met?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she said as she lowered her head and began to cry at the mere thought of being caned.

"What did I tell you?" she asked her tone stern and cold as ever.

"That you don't use them often and reserve them for the worst behavior."

"I'd say drinking and driving qualifies wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she answered fully knowing that any other answer would only make her punishment worse.

"I'm going to give you six hard strokes. That's three strokes per drink. After each stroke I want you to count it, and say 'I will not drink and drive.' Am I understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda."

The strict dominatrix walked back around Jenna. She raised the cane high above her head and took a vertical swipe. She smiled at the way Jenna tensed at just hearing the whistle of the cane slicing through the air. She pressed the can against Jenna's defenseless ass and slid it back and forth a few times. "Are you ready young lady?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she answered her voice going into a high-pitched whine. Mistress Zelda raised the cane again. Jenna again heard the shrill whistle as it sliced through the air. She then heard a loud crack an instant before she felt a thin line of fire spread across her ass. Then there was the loud sound that echoed off of the dungeon walls, eventually realizing that it was her own pained scream. "One, Mistress Zelda! I will not drink and drive!" The can bit into her ass again and tears began to flow from her eyes again as she pulled at her bonds. "Two, Mistress Zelda! I will not drink and drive!" She failed to hear any of the other strokes coming as Mistress Zelda Expertly timed them so they would land just as Jenna finished promising not to drink and drive.

After the sixth stroke was counted, the dominatrix took a moment to inspect the actress' ass. It was covered by six well-defined welts and was pleased that she had not broken the skin. She strode to her throne, grabbed her phone, returned to Jenna, and took a picture of her ass. "I'm going to send you a picture of your ass young lady and the next time you go out I want you to take a good long look at it, and think about the consequences of your bad decisions."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she sobbed.

"Know we will deal with your tardiness,"

"I'm so sorry for being late. Please have mercy Mistress Zelda, please!"

Mistress Zelda said as she let Jenna off of the bench. She took Jenna by the arm and marched her over to two wooden columns, and then turned her so she stood between them with her back to them. "Squat." Jenna lowered herself to an uncomfortable squatting position. The dominatrix then used several roughly hewn ropes to tie Jenna's wrists to the columns, then used another to encircle her body and frame her perky breasts. She then took the two working ends over Jenna's shoulders and down to her ankles. She smiled to herself when she tied them around Jenna's ankles finding that she had perfectly estimated the amount of rope she would need. As it was, the actress could not stand to release her discomfort. She went to her tool chest and came back with two slim pieces of metal with short pieces of wood coming from the center. At the top of the wooden pieces were two blunted hard rubber tips. She slid them beneath Jenna's raised feet so they were under her sensitive arches. Now if she tried to lean back and relieve the tension in her leg muscles, the blunted rubber tips would stab her feet.

"For being one minute late for your punishment, you will spend the next hour like this to teach you how important and valuable time is," she said as she set a timer down in front of Jenna and pressed the start button. It began to count down from one hour. Mistress Zelda then left the dungeon and for the next hour, Jenna was left alone. She tried not to look at the timer. She swore it was running slow. Her legs burned worse than after any workout she had ever done. She tried desperately to keep herself on the balls of her feet, not wanting the sensitive underside of them to be stabbed by the rubber. By the time Mistress Zelda returned to the dungeon, just as the timer hit Zero her legs felt like rubber.

"Mistress Zelda, I have learned my lesson. I will never be late again, not for you, not for anything," Jenna said as the dominatrix shut off the timer. Mistress Zelda took a moment to study and enjoy the strained look on the actress' face at the effort it took to stay up on the balls of her feet.

"I'm glad to hear it," the strict dominatrix said as she began to untie Jenna. "Go use the restroom, when you get back we'll deal with you not addressing me properly, and then we'll finish up with your black talking."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Jenna said before quickly heading to the restroom. When she returned Mistress Zelda had her lay on a table on her back. The dominatrix used leather cuffs on short chains to secure her to the table. With the actress secure, she turned a crank tilting the table up to a roughly forty-five degree angle.

"For not addressing me properly, I am going to flog you," Mistress Zelda said as she raised the multi-tailed whip high in the air with its supple leather tendrils pulled taught. Jenna was given no chance to reply before the skilled disciplinarian made the leather dance across her tits, stomach, and thighs. The actress' whimpers and cries were music to the beautiful dominatrix's ears. After several minutes she stopped and released a once again tearful Jenna from the table. "Have you learned your Lesson, Jenna?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda and I knew better. I made a mistake and will try not to make it again."

Good girl. After I deal with your back talking, you will be put in a cage and wait for dinner."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda." Without another word, Mistress Zelda grabbed the beautiful actress' arm and marched her into the bathroom attached to the dungeon. A confused look came to Jenna's face as she was made to stand in front of the sink.

"I want you to keep looking at your reflection young lady."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she replied. "Is she going to make me watch my reactions as she spanks me again?" she thought. When she heard the water running she chanced a glance down and saw Mistress Zelda pick up the white bare of soap from the soap caddie near the edge of the sink. She let out a loud gasp as she realized what was going to happen. "Oh no!"

"That's right young lady," Mistress Zelda said in her typical stern tone, and as if she had read Jenna's mind. "I will be washing that disrespectful backtalk out of your mouth. Now open wide and stick your tongue out." Jenna whined but obeyed as Mistress Zelda held the bar of soap under the flow of water letting a thick foamy lather form around the bar. "Why are you getting your mouth washed out young lady?"

"for talking back to you, Mistress Zelda," Jenna replied before leaving her mouth open and her tongue out. Jenna winced as Mistress Zelda took a firm grip on her long dark hair, then with the other hand began to scrub her tongue, covering it with bitter-tasting suds. Jenna gagged as her mouth quickly filled with the foul-tasting substance and began to drip down onto her chin and into the sink.

"You'll be thinking about this the next time you think about talking back to me won't you, young lady?" Jenna nodded, coating her tongue with more suds. "Close your mouth and hold the soap." again, Jenna obeyed. She looked at her reflection with tear-filled eyes. For her, it was unbelievably humiliating to stare at her own reflection and watch as soap suds leaked from her mouth.

"This stuff tastes so fucking bad," she thought afraid to take her eyes off of her reflection. After several long minutes, Mistress Zelda took hold of the soap once more.

"Open," Jenna opened her mouth and breathed a sigh of relief when she removed the soap from her mouth. "Rinse your mouth out, Jenna," she said as she again turned on the water.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she replied tearfully. She began splashing water into her mouth and spitting it out **** to get the bitter taste of the suds from her mouth. After several more minutes, she was taken back into the dungeon and left in a cage for several hours.

When Mistress Zelda returned to the dungeon she again allowed Jenna to use the restroom before taking her to eat another bowl of cold plain oatmeal and a glass of milk for her dinner. After dinner, the starlet crawled behind her disciplinarian to the spare room that for the night would be hers. She took a shower before putting on the single item of clothing she was allowed, a black tee shirt that came down to her mid-thigh. With nothing else to do, she lay on the bed, watched TV, and waited for the moment she knew would come.

Promptly at 9:00, Mistress Zelda entered Jenna's room without knocking. She was now dressed in a white tee shirt and short gray shorts with a single pink stripe running down the outside of her hips. In her right hand, she carried a thick black leather strap with a polished wooden handle.

"Lunge position young lady," Mistress Zelda ordered as she pointed to the floor in front of the bed as Jenna rolled off of it. The actress walked over to the foot of the bed, got on her hands and knees, and then lifted herself up so she was balanced on the balls of her feet and her palms. Mistress Zelda grabbed Jenna's hips and pulled them back, forcing Jenna to walk back on her hands, and leaving her ass higher in the air. When she was satisfied with Jenna's position, Mistress Zelda lifted Jena's tee shirt exposing her ass. It was then that she placed the strap against her target. "Are you ready for your bedtime spanking, Jenna?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she replied, her voice again wavering into a whine.

The sound of the strap meeting Jenna's already sore ass echoed off the bedroom walls along with her screams. Again and again, Mistress Zelda brought the strap down hard on the starlet's ass. She soon began to cry, but to her credit did not beg the dominatrix to stop. She knew that Mistress Zelda would punish her until she was sure that her ass burned well into the night.

"Stand up." slowly Jenna worked her way to her feet, she had barely heard the order over her sobs. "Blow," Mistress Zelda said as she held some tissue paper up to her nose. Jenna flushed with shame as she blew her nose, and allowed the strict dominatrix to wipe away the snot. She watched as Mistress Zelda went to the side of the bed and pulled the covers back. "Get in bed, Jenna. You have an early morning."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she sobbed as she lay in the bed. Mistress Zelda pulled the covers up to Jenna's shoulder, tucking her in for the night under the bed's weighted blankets.

"Good night, Jenna," she said before softly kissing the actress' cheek.

"Good night, Mistress Zelda." With a smile, Mistress Zelda shut off the TV and left the room shutting the light off on her way out. She had decided to take the remote with her to remove the temptation after she remembered that Jenna had once told her that she often slept with the TV on.