Madelaine Petsch

Madelaine Petsch climbed out of the car that had been sent to bring her to where she was now, Outside of the large Gothic Manor where Mistress Zelda lived and ran her business. The beautiful redheaded actress looked at the beautiful and imposing structure. She sighed as she slowly began walking to the mansion, her manager’s words ringing over and over again in her ears.

“Madelaine, this will be good for you I promise. Look, I’ve heard wonderful things about this Mistress Zelda. She keeps well-behaved starlets in line and get’s misbehaving turned around on a dime.”

“Well, I’m here, might as well get it over with,” she said as she raised her hand and knocked on the darkly colored wooden door. A few seconds later a tall slender blonde dressed as a French Maid opened the door and smiled at her.

“Hello Miss Petsch,” the blonde maid said with a smile as she stepped aside and motioned the redhead in. “Please follow me, I’ll take you to meet Mistress Zelda.” The blonde turned and began walking through the mansion’s entrance hall. Madelaine followed behind the maid and noticed how short her skirt was.

“My God, she’s practically mooning me with each step she takes,” Madelaine thought as she followed the maid up a flight of stairs, a turn to the left, and down a long hallway. At the end of the hall, the maid stopped and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” a voice that was welcoming, yet authoritative called from the other side. The maid opened the door and stepped in, Madelaine following close behind.

“Miss Petsch to see you, Mistress,” the maid said introducing Madelaine to her employer.

“Thank you, Serena. If you haven’t already, please see that lunch has been started.”

“You are welcome, and dinner will be ready on time,” the maid said with a nod.

“Welcome Miss Petsch, please have a seat,” Mistress Zelda said with a smile as she motioned to the chair.

“Thank you, uh…” Madelaine said as she sat in the comfortable leather armchair across the desk from the dominatrix.

“You may call me Mistress Zelda, Madelaine,” she said answering Madelaine’s unasked question. Madelaine said nothing but took a long moment to take in the other woman. She was dressed professionally in a grey suit jacket trimmed in black with large black buttons and a black undershirt. She couldn’t see anything of the other woman’s lower body. Her long dark brown hair was done in a tight bun.

“O-of course, Mistress Zelda,” Madelaine said. Something, she couldn’t say or even begin to guess what, in the brunette’s voice told the redheaded actress that she was not to be disobeyed.

Do you know what I do here? " the dominatrix asked as she slid forward in her chair and placed her hands on her desk.

"My agent said you discipline female celebrities," Madeleine answered, her voice wavering with nervousness.

Mistress Zelda gave the actress a polite smile and nod of her head. “That is correct, but I can see that you have reservations about it.”

Mistress Zelda looked at Madelaine with a raised eyebrow and the redhead felt like the brunette dominatrix was looking right through her. “How the hell does she…” Madelaine thought as she quickly averted her gaze. “Yes, I-I do,” she replied after gulping nervously.

“Please, tell me what your concerns are.”

“Uh, well first I’m guessing this will hurt?”

“It will yes, spankings with my my hand and a variety of implements are among the most common ways I provide my clients with the discipline they need whether they realize it or not,” Mistress Zelda said keeping her gaze on the nervous actress. “But, I am very experienced, Madelaine, and you have my word that I will not push you too far.”

“Okay,” Madelaine said as she let out a nervous breath. “No offense, but I um… I don’t want to be penetrated,” she said, her face turning as red as her hair.

“I don’t typically focus on the sexual side of things, but if you do end up feeling aroused during a session that is completely normal.”

“You said ‘typically,’ so you do um… you know?”

Mistress Zelda couldn’t help but laugh at Madelaine’s nervousness. “it is rare, but yes. However, I only use it as a disciplinary tool.”

“Forgive me, Mistress Zelda, but how do you use um… that as a disciplinary tool?”

“I can’t say too much without violating my own NDA, but, I would most likely use it on you if you developed a habit of going back to former lovers for a night of meaningless sex.”

“Okay, but I still don’t see how that’s a disciplinary tool,” Madelaine said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Simple, I wouldn’t let you cum and I would push you right up to the edge over and over until I was sure you had learned your lesson.”

“Uh…wow. That sounds… intense,” Madelaine said with a look of complete shot on her face.

“It can be yes. Do you have any other concerns?”

“One last one,” Madelaine said. So far the other woman’s answers and demeanor had put her at ease. “I’m a vegan so… my diet is a concern.”

“I’ve been made aware of your dietary needs. Like all of my clients, your meals here will consist of a cold bowl of plain oatmeal and a glass of milk. Taking into account your diet, your oatmeal will be prepared with soy milk and your glass of milk will be soy as well.”

“Thank you,” Madelaine said with a slight sigh.

“Are you ready to sign?” Mistress Zelda said as she reached into the top drawer of her desk. She placed a contract and NDA down on the desk in front of Madelaine along with a pen. “This is a standard service contract and NDA. It states that you agree to report to me for regular disciplinary sessions and to not discuss them with anyone. I believe you’ll recognize the signatures of your manager and the head of your legal team.”

Madelaine looked at the contract and NDA and quickly recognized the two signatures. She let out a nervous breath and with a shaky hand signed the contract and NDA. “So um… when do we start?”

“Now,” Mistress Zelda said her tone turning commanding, and her gaze turned cold. She pressed a button on her desk. A few seconds later, Serena entered the office.

“May I be of service, Mistress Zelda?” the blonde asked.

“Yes, Serena, please bring Madelaine to the waiting room in ten minutes.”

“Of course, Mistress Zelda,” Serena replied. Mistress Zelda stood and left the room, headed for her dungeon to prepare for her initial session with the Riverdale star. “Miss Petsch, would you like to use the restroom or anything before your session with Mistress Zelda begins?”

“Yes, please,” Madelaine said nervously as she slowly stood from her seat.

“Please follow me,” Serena said with a smile.

After what seemed to be the shortest ten minutes of her life, Madelaine was sitting in another comfortable chair in a beautifully decorated waiting room. It was unlike any other waiting room she had ever been in. The floor was made of darkly colored hardwood with matching walls. Pristine but antique furniture was spread out around the room in a neat fashion, each with a plush rug underneath it. She watched the lights above the door, waiting for the red light to go out, and the green one to come on.

“Here we go,” she thought nervously when the light changed and she stood. She walked over to the door and knocked.

“Enter,” Mistress Zelda said through the intercom, her voice sounding slightly tinny through the speaker. Madelaine gulped nervously as she opened the door and entered the dungeon of Mistress Zelda.

Her eyes went wide at what she saw. The room was dimly lit giving it an intimidating feel from the second she entered it. The dark hardwood floors and black walls seemed to radiate the intimidating atmosphere of the room. She looked around seeing all kinds of furniture that she had no idea what it was, but almost none of it looked comfortable. She then saw the side selection of whips, floggers, crops, paddles, straps, and canes that Mistress Zelda kept and instantly began to wonder if she had made a horrible mistake. Finally, her eyes settled on the brunette dominatrix.

The professional-looking clothes had been removed and replaced by a revealing black leather body suit. Her breasts were hugged and supported by a leather bra. A band of leather ran down from between her breasts to an attached pair of leather booty shorts. The dominatrix’s long-toned legs were covered in snugly-fitting thigh-high red latex boots with a square heel. The body of the boots shone in the dim light of the dungeon. The supremely confident look on Mistress Zelda’s face, as she sat on her throne, made her look, at least in Madelaine’s opinion, like a dark queen from some fantasy novel ruling over her domain.

“Strip and place your clothing and belongings in that bin so we may begin,” Mistress Zelda said, her tone was the embodiment of authority.

“A-all of my clothes?” Madelaine asked her voice shaking and her entire body burning with a wave of humiliation.

“Yes, all of them, and be quick about it!”

Madelaine gulped. Mistress Zelda had barely raised her voice, yet her tone carried a commanding quality that the actress felt oddly compelled to obey. With shaking hands, Madelaine removed her clothing and placed them and her other belongings in the storage bin. Once naked, the redhead turned toward the dominatrix, using one arm to cover her perky breasts, the other hand covering her neatly trimmed pussy. Once again she flushed with humiliation. “W-what now?” she asked her voice barely above a whisper and shaky with fear and anticipation.

“Did you read the copy of the rules you were given, young lady?” Mistress Zelda asked in a stern tone. Anger briefly welled in Madelaine. Being referred to as ‘young lady’ by a woman a few years younger than her was insulting. She wanted to scream at the brunette, demand she be addressed respectfully, after all, she was paying for this. As much as she wanted to, something kept her from speaking. “Well?”

“I-I glanced at them, but I didn’t take the time to…”

“The proper answer would have been, ‘No, Mistress Zelda,’” Mistress Zelda said interrupting Madelaine in mid-sentence. “Uncover yourself, come kneel in front of me, and say, ‘Mistress Zelda, I am hear for my punishment.’”

Slowly, Madelaine lowered her arms leaving her naked body completely exposed. She approached Mistress Zelda’s throne her heart racing, threatening to burst free from her chest with each beat. When she stood before the dominatrix she slowly lowered herself to her knees. “M-M-Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment,” she stammered her voice cracking with nervousness.

Mistress Zelda stood, her stern gaze fixed on Madelaine. She walked over to the wall and picked up a straight-backed chair, carried it back over, and set it down In front of Madelaine between the actress and her throne. She sat in the chair and glared at Madelaine. As the dominatrix suspected, Madelaine did nothing she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor at her right side. “Get over here, and ask me for your warm-up spanking.”

Madelaine crawled to the indicated spot, not daring to look at the brunette dominatrix. “Please give me my warm-up spanking,” she said as she said the last three words, she nearly broke down in sobs. She gasped loudly when Mistress Zelda grabbed her long red hair and began to pull her up, then over, forcing the actress across her lap.

“Move forward a bit I want your ass nice and high,” she commanded. Madelaine slid herself to the right on the dominatrix’s lap. “I said ‘forward,’ not right!” Madelaine let out a quiet but nervous whine as she slid back to her left, then used her hands to pull herself further across Mistress Zelda’s lap. “That’s good.” Madelaine stopped, her entire body quaking nervously. She flinched when she felt Mistress Zelda’s hand on her ass. “Young lady,” she began as she started moving her hand in a circular motion, rubbing every part of the actress’ **** backside. “you have been nothing but disobedient, and disrespectful. After your warm-up spanking, I am going to make sure you read and understand the rules, then we’ll deal with all the rules you’ve broken thus far. Am I understood?”

“Yeah,” Madelaine replied as she let out a nervous breath she hadn’t even noticed she had been holding. She yelped as the dominatrix grabbed her long red hair one more time, this time pulling back and making the actress raise her head.

“That’s, ‘Yes, Mistress Zelda,’” the dominatrix growled. She pulled back harder on Madelaine’s hair making her hiss through her teeth. “I want to hear you say it young lady, am I understood!?”

"Y-Yes, Mistress Zelda," Madelaine stuttered, her eyes brimming with tears. The pain in her scalp was excruciating, but she didn't dare move an inch. The dominatrix let go of her hair, and she fell back on the woman's lap with a whimper. She braced herself for the spanking she knew was coming as a new wave of fear washed over her body like a tidal wave.

Without warning, Mistress Zelda's hand came down hard on Madelaine's left cheek, the stinging sensation sending a jolt of pain through her body, making her yelp loudly. Before she could catch her breath, another slap landed on her right cheek, and then another, and another in quick succession until all she could do was gasp, whimper, and cry before she started to kick her feet.

"You will learn respect," Mistress Zelda hissed through gritted teeth as she landed another sharp smack on Madelaine's sit-spots, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the actress. "And you will learn to follow instructions to the letter!" She continued spanking the struggling redhead until her bottom was a deep red and radiating heat. “Get off my lap and kneel.”

“Yes, M-Mistress Zelda,” Madelaine replied through her sobs. She knelt on the floor sobbing.

“Pull your hair up, so I can collar you.” Silently Madelaine held up her long red hair and waited. Mistress Zelda made her way to the cabinet that contained her wide selection of collars. She chose a steel collar that was lined with soft black foam rubber. She then closed it around the actress’ neck the loud clicks of the lock filling the air as the dominatrix closed it until it was snug against Madelaine’s flesh. “Come,” she said as she grabbed Madelaine by the arm. She led her over to a small square of the floor that was done in red brick. “Kneel, hands behind your head, fingers interlocked,” Mistress Zelda said pointing to the bricks. For a brief moment, Madelaine thought of resisting but quickly thought better of it, now knowing the consequences of disobedience. She knelt and hissed loudly as the rough bricks dug into the thin skin of her knees.

“Ow,” she said quietly as she shifted her weight desperately seeking relief from the pain in her knees.

“Stay still,” Mistress Zelda commanded. Madelaine instantly stopped fidgeting. “You will remain like that until I get back and release you from the position. Is that clear young lady?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Madelaine said tearfully. Madelaine heard Mistress Zelda leave the dungeon. Her knees and ass ached as she knelt there waiting, she wanted to move, to stand so badly, but she didn't dare.

When Mistress Zelda returned to the dungeon she couldn’t help but smile at Madelaine. “She’ll learn,” the dominatrix thought. In her hands, she carried a laminated copy of the rules she expected her clients to follow and a small but powerful battery-powered light. She set down on the floor and turned on the light, illuminating the piece of paper. She then went to one of the corners of the dungeon behind her throne. She pushed a large wooden pedestal across the floor atop the pedestal was a platform that measured about four square feet. The pedestal glided easily across the floor thanks to the large felt slider on the bottom of it. She placed it near the paper and light. She then went over to a line of hooks holding a selection of leather straps. She selected one.

The strap she selected was about two inches wide and made of smooth, black leather. The surface gleamed under the light, showing that it had been recently oiled and well taken care of. Attached to one end was a strong, polished oak handle, providing a comfortable grip for the user. Every inch of the strap seemed to be in perfect condition, with no signs of wear or tear.

Madelaine’s heart raced a million miles a second in her chest. She could hear Mistress Zelda’s footsteps as she walked across the hardwood floor of the dungeon, the light rustling of paper, she heard her moving something that sounded heavy, but she dared not look. She barely dared to breathe heavily as she knelt on the rough bricks.

“Come on, let’s get your punishment started,” Mistress Zelda said as she took Madelaine’s arm and helped her to her feet. The redheaded actress let out a terrified gasp when she saw the strap in the dominatrix’s right hand. “Don’t argue young lady, you’ve earned this,” she said sternly. Madelaine whimpered, bowed her head, and shuffled alongside the dominatrix. “Lay with your hips on the platform face down,” Mistress Zelda said once they reached the darkly colored wooden pedestal.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Madelaine squeaked as she lay as instructed. When she did she saw the piece of paper lying on the floor, illuminated by the small portable light. Across the top of the paper, in large font were the words: THE RULES OF MISTRESS ZELDA’S DUNGEON.

“Since you failed to read them before coming here, you will read them now, while I use this,” Mistress Zelda said holding the strap down in front of Madelaine’s face, “to ensure you understand them.”

“P-please, Mistress Zelda, I-I’m sorry I’ll make sure to know them for next time,” Madelaine sobbed.

“Do I need to use a paddle or cane instead of a strap, young lady?” Mistress Zelda asked pointedly.

“N-No! Please, Mistress Zelda!”

“Then read the rules out loud for me,” Mistress Zelda said as she set the body of the implement across Madelaine's sore bottom cheeks.

Madelaine whimpered, before beginning to read out loud. “Mistress…”

“No!” Mistress Zelda yelled bringing the strap down hard on Madelaine’s ass. The snapping crack of leather meeting soft flesh mixed with Madelaine’s scream of pain and echoed off of the dungeon walls. “All of it, header and numbers included young lady,” Mistress Zelda said as she set the strap back down on Madelaine’s quivering cheeks, a heavy bruise already starting to appear from the first lash of the leather implement.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Madelaine said trying to focus through her tears enough to read the paper. “The rules of Mistress Zelda’s dungeon,” she read before Mistress Zelda brought the strap down again, this time with far less ****, but it was still very painful for the actress.

“Go on,” Mistress Zelda said as she again let the leather strap rest on Madelaine’s battered ass.

“One, Mistress Zelda will be addressed properly at all times,” she said before the strap came down again making Madelaine cry out in pain. “Two, Clients will have their pussies shaved clean before a scheduled session. With the exemption of the initial meeting and session. Another lash of the strap made the actress cry out. “Three, scheduled sessions may be canceled or postponed by Mistress Zelda, or the client with a minimum of forty-eight-hour notice. Another lash. “Four,” Madelaine sobbed. “If summoned for a session by Mistress Zelda, the client will report to Mistress Zelda either within twenty-four hours or by the time designated by Mistress Zelda.”Another lash fell. “Five, Upon entering Mistress Zelda's dungeon, the client will strip naked and place her belongings in the storage bin. They will be returned to her upon completion of the session.” Yet another lash landed, causing Madelaine to scream and kick her legs. “Six, Once naked, the client will present herself for punishment by kneeling before Mistress Zelda and saying 'Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment.’” Mistress Zelda raised the strap for the next lash. “Seven!” Madelaine screamed as the leather once again met her sensitive flesh. “A session will properly begin with the client asking to be put across Mistress Zelda's knee for a warm-up spanking,” she said sobbing heavily. She flinched when she felt the soft supple leather rest on her backside once again.

“There are six more rules, Madelaine. Let’s get this wrapped up,” Mistress Zelda instructed.

“Y-y-yes, M-mistress Zelda,” Madelaine replied through her sobs. She took a moment to take a few deep breaths trying to calm herself. “Eight,” she said just before the strap connected with her flesh again. “After her warm-up spanking, the client will be collared by Mistress Zelda. Once she is collared the client must obey all further commands,” Madelaine said before closing her eyes tight as she felt the strap lift off of her ass. “Ow! Oh, God!” she screamed as Mistress Zelda brought it down across her sit-spots. “Nine. Any meals consumed during a session will consist of cold plain oatmeal and a glass of milk.” Again the dominatrix brought the strap down across the actress's now dark crimson ass. “Ten!” Madelaine screamed and kicked her feet again wildly. “If Mistress Zelda deems the client's behavior to be bad enough, she may require the client to stay overnight,” Madelaine sobbed. “Eleven. In the case of overnight sessions, at 9:00 P.M. the client will be given a bedtime spanking and then be put to bed.” The next lash of the strap landed, bringing a fresh wave of tears to Madelaine’s eyes. Mistress Zelda set the strap on its target once more, and let Madelaine continue to sob for a few seconds.

“Those two are very important rules right now. Do you know why, young lady?”

“N-no, M-M-Mistress Z-Zelda,” Madelaine said sobbing and sniffling as a line of snot began to hang down from her nose. Mistress Zelda walked over to her throne and pulled a tissue from a box.

“Blow,” she said as she held it to Madelaine’s nose. The actress obediently blew her nose into the tissue. Mistress Zelda took a second to wipe the actress’ nose before she stood, walked over to a trash can, and threw the used tissue away. “Because it's not all too common that I have a client stay the night for her first session, but you have been so naughty today, I think that would be best for you.”

“Please, Mistress Zelda, I’m sorry I didn’t read the rules beforehand,” Madelaine said pleadingly.

“Enough young lady, now keep going.” Mistress Zelda’s tone let Madelaine know there would be no discussion on the matter.

“Twelve. The session will end with the client writing a letter of apology to Mistress Zelda for the behavior addressed in the session,” Madelaine flushed with humiliation again as she imagined how humiliating that would be as the strap landed again. “Thirteen!” Madelaine screamed as what would be the last lash of the strap landed on her sore ass. “If Mistress Zelda believes the apology to be sincere, the client will be dismissed and make another appointment. If not, before being dismissed, the client will be placed on a spanking bench and given fifty swats with a paddle before being dismissed.” Madelaine let her head hang limply as she continued to sob.

“Are you beginning to understand how important it is to follow the rules of my dungeon?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Madelaine replied.

“Since you were a late appointment dinner will be ready soon. I think until we eat sometime in suspension will do you some good.” Without another word, Mistress Zelda helped Madelaine off of the pedestal. She led them over to the center of the dungeon. “Stand here.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Madelaine replied unsure of what was coming next. Mistress Zelda went over to her mahogany tool chest and removed several lengths of ropes. She ran the first around Madelaine’s upper body framing her perky breasts, running the rope under her arms, over her shoulders, and through itself fashioning a makeshift harness for the actress. She then took a second length of rope and tied her hands behind her back. Next, she went to the wall, pushed, and held a button that lowered a chain with a heavy carabiner on it. Mistress Zelda clipped the carabiner to the small section of looped rope that ran between Madelaine’s shoulder blades. Finally, two more long lengths of rope sere run under her arms, much like the first, then down to her ankles and back again until they were so tight that Madelaine was **** to awkwardly squat. “Comfortable?” Mistress Zelda asked with a smirk.

“Not really, Mistress Zelda,” she said through her gritted teeth.

“Good, it’s not supposed to be,” Mistress Zelda said with a slight chuckle. She went back to the button on the wall and pressed it again. This time, the chain and Carabeaner were pulled back up toward the ceiling, and Madelaine along with it. As she rose, her body leaned forward slightly, leaving her dangling at roughly a forty-five-degree angle. “I’ll leave you to enjoy the view until dinner,” Mistress Zelda said before leaving the dungeon.

“God, I feel like a bunch of bananas,” Madelaine thought as she hung in the air, the strands of rope began to rub and irritate her skin. She tried desperately not to move and cause even more discomfort.

Time meant nothing to Madelaine as she hung in her awkward position. Her heart began to race as possibilities flooded her mind. She wondered what kind of perverse, yet, oddly freeing activity would come next. For a brief moment she focused on the burning sensation in her ass, the burning ache caused by the ropes rubbed against her milky flesh.

After what felt like an eternity but in reality, was only half an hour, Mistress Zelda returned and lowered the actress before untying her. She clipped a leash to the D-ring at the front of her metal collar. “You will crawl behind me at all times when you are on a leash. I trust you understand the importance of obeying me?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” she replied as she got onto all fours. Mistress Zelda smiled at the actress before leading her out of the dungeon.

When they arrived at the dining room, Madelaine was not at all surprised to find that it was beautifully decorated with antique but immaculately cared-for furniture. The long dining table was made of darkly colored oak. The chairs were made of matching wood, with plush red velvet cushions. As soon as the two sat down the maid from before entered carrying a silver tray. On it was a plate filled with a salmon fillet, steamed broccoli, and a baked potato with slightly melted butter, sour cream, shredded cheese, and a light dusting of salt and pepper.

“I’ll be right back with yours, Miss Petsch,” Serena said with a slight smile.

As they waited for Serena to return, Mistress Zelda looked over at Madelaine. “Madelaine, since we got such a late start and I did not count on you needing an overnight session so soon, after dinner I will take you to your room. Once there, you’ll get ready for bed and you may spend until 9:00 however you wish.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Madelaine replied, hanging her head in shame. A few seconds later, Serena returned with Madelaine’s oatmeal and milk.

“Here you are, Miss Petsch.”

“Thank you,” the actress replied. She slowly lifted the glass of milk to her lips and took a small sip. The soy tasted smooth, creamy, and slightly sweet taste. There was a hint of nuttiness and a touch of vanilla flavor. Pleased that her diet was indeed respected the actress dug into her simple meal not wanting to seem ungrateful for what she had been given and earn even further punishment.

Immediately after finishing the meal, Mistress Zelda put Madelaine back on the leash and led the actress up the stairs. Madelaine obediently crawled behind the dominatrix, finding taking the stairs on all fours to be an odd experience. When they reached the top and headed down a long hallway her heart raced wondering what was coming next.

“Here we are,” Mistress Zelda said as she opened the door and led Madelaine in. As she took a look around the room that was her’s for the night, Madelaine was pleasantly surprised. She had expected something utterly humiliating, but what she saw was a room that would fit into any expensive suite at a five-star hotel. On the large four-post bed, folded up on the black silk comforter was a black spaghetti-strap tank top, and short white shorts. “Take a shower, put those on, and you may spend the time until 9:00 anyway you wish in this room.”

“Yes, thank you, Mistress Zelda,” she replied. Once Mistress Zelda removed her collar and left the room, Madelaine went into the attached bathroom, turned on the water, and stepped in.

She took a deep relaxing breath as the hot water cascaded over her, and the soreness in her body melted away.

After a long hot shower, she stepped out, dried herself off, and dressed in the provided clothes. Having little other choice, she went back into the bedroom, turned on the TV, and lay on top of the covers waiting for Mistress Zelda’s return.

Sometime later, Mistress Zelda entered the bedroom dressed in a loose-fitting tee shirt and a short pair of red shorts. “Alright, young lady,” she said smiling almost kindly at her. “it’s time for your bedtime spanking. Stand up.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda” Madelaine practically leaped out of the bed and stood beside it. She watched nervously as the strict dominatrix sat on the right corner of the foot of the bed. She looked over at the actress.

“Get those shorts down, and get across my lap young lady.” Mistress Zelda’s tone was stern as ever. Madelaine quickly lowered her shorts and for the second time that day, lay across Mistress Zelda’s lap. “This time, I’ll just use my hand,” she said as she ran her hand across the actress's already reddened ass. “Are you ready for your bedtime spanking, Madelaine?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” the actress replied, gritting her teeth in anticipation of the stinging sensations she knew were coming.

Mistress Zelda's hand came down on Madelaine's already reddened bottom with a firm smack, causing the actress to let out a barely muffled whimper. "This is for being a naughty girl today," she said, landing another smack on the other cheek. "I expect better behavior from my clients, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda!" Madelaine said through gritted teeth, trying her best not to squirm away from the stinging sensations the dominatrix was sending through her body once again.

Mistress Zelda continued to spank the young actress's ass with consistent ****, each smack reverberating through the room.

"This is to remind you that there will be consequences if you misbehave in any way." After a few more hard swats, Mistress Zelda stopped and rubbed soothing circles on Madelaine's sore bottom. "You took that Madelaine," she said, her voice taking on a more soothing tone. "Into bed now, and try to get some rest. Tomorrow we start bright and early."

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Madelaine sod through quiet sobs. “May I please pull my shorts up?”

“You may,” Mistress Zelda said as she pulled back the covers. “Now into bed young lady.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” she said as she crawled into the bed and lay down. She breathed a sigh of relief when Mistress Zelda covered her up and gave her a slight peck on the cheek before wishing her a good night.