Ariana Grande

Singer, songwriter, and actress Ariana Grande sat in the waiting room outside of Mistress Zelda's dungeon, wringing her hands and tapping her right heel on the floor nervously. For the last few years, she had seen the strict dominatrix regularly. She knew that she benefitted greatly from her sessions, but she never looked forward to them.

She gasped loudly when she saw the red light above the dungeon door go off and the green light turn on. "Just remember, this is ultimately for your own good," Ariana told herself as she let out a shaky breath and moved toward the door. With each step she took, the stiletto heels of her stylish pink and black shoes clicked loudly against the beautiful hardwood flooring and rang in her ears.

When she reached the door, she slowly reached out and softly knocked. A moment later, the intercom next to the door crackled to life. "Enter," Mistress Zelda said, her voice authoritative as always.

Ariana opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit dungeon. Her eyes went straight to Mistress Zelda, who sat on her throne dressed in a form-fitting black leather catsuit and knee-high platform boots. With a nervous gulp, Ariana quickly removed her shoes, tight-fitting jeans, loose-fitting tee shirt, and her pink lace bra and panties, placing each item in the large bin next to her. Once she was completely naked, she walked across the dungeon, her eyes held respectfully low, and knelt before the brunette dominatrix.

"Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment," she said, trying to keep the nervousness from her voice.

"You, young lady, are in for quite the punishment. This will now be an overnight session."

"Wha-what?!" Ariana asked in shock as she tilted her head up to look at her strict disciplinarian with wide and fearful eyes.

Mistress Zelda looked at the kneeling and naked starlet with a cold, stern look as she slowly lifted her phone from the armrest of her throne. She showed the screen to Ariana just long enough for her to see she had the X app open. The dominatrix began to read tweet after tweet that had been posted since yesterday. Each had a recurring theme: Ariana's rudeness to workers when she was out shopping on a day off. With each word Mistress Zelda read, more and more color drained from Ariana's body.

"We've dealt with this before, haven't we, young lady?" Mistress Zelda said. Ariana bit her lip, knowing that it was not truly a question.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda, we have," Ariana said, her voice cracking as tears stung her eyes and threatened to ro begin streaming down her cheeks even before her punishment started.

"So then you agree that you need an overnight session?" Ariana didn’t answer, she only returned her gaze to the floor, her shoulders now noticeably slumping. "I want an answer, young lady."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda. I-I need an overnight session," Ariana finally said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Mistress Zelda stood and walked over to a straight-backed chair and brought it over to Ariana, placing it between the trembling woman and her throne. She looked at the starlet with a confident smirk, Ariana’s fear was palpable. She sat, giving Ariana an expectant look.

With a nervous sigh, Ariana crawled to Mistress Zelda’s right side and looked up at her. “Mistress Zelda, may I please be placed over your lap for my warm-up spanking?”

“Over,” Mistress Zelda said with a snap of her fingers and motioning to her lap. Ariana breathed out slowly as she crawled over the dominatrix’s lap and lowered herself so that her bare ass was raised and ready for the punishment that was soon to come.

Ariana’s breath hitched, and she flinched as Mistress Zelda gently rubbered her ass with her right hand so lightly, it was as if she was barely touching her. “God, I will never understand how she can be so gentle and spank so hard,” Ariana thought, her body trembling with nervousness.

The anticipation for what was to come caused Ariana’s heart to race; her ears grew hot, and she could feel the thumping of her heart in her ears.

“Remember, young lady, you only have your own behavior to thank for this,” Mistress Zelda said before she started to spank Ariana using a firm, methodical pace. This was only the very beginning of Ariana’s punishment. Ariana winced as Mistress Zelda started to spank her ass. The pain, though bearable at first, began to build the longer Mistress Zelda spanked her. By the time Mistress Zelda was satisfied, Ariana’s ass was bright red.

“Stand up and kneel,” Mistress Zelda said as she pat Ariana on her sore ass, making her wince.

“Yes, Mistress,” she said as she slowly stood and then lowered herself to her knees.

Mistress Zelda walked to a cabinet containing a wide selection of collars and selected a thick and heavy **** chain.

“As you know, from now on, you are mine,” she said as she placed the chain around Ariana’s neck.

“Yes, Mistress,” Ariana replied, her voice coming out in a sudden croak as Mistress Zelda gave the chain a test jerk, making it tighten around Ariana’s neck and briefly **** her.

Satisfied with the **** chain, Mistress Zelda selected a cane and swung it down word a few times to both test it and assure that Ariana could hear it slicing through the air with a shrill whistle.

"Lunge position," Mistress Zelda said as she pointed to a spot on the floor.

"Yes, Mistress," Ariana said shake-ily. She crawled to the spot that Mistress Zelda had pointed to.

When she reached the indicated spot, Ariana balanced herself on the balls of her feet and her palms, leaving her reddened ass in the air. "Ariana, you must do your best to hold the proper position. Is that understood?" Mistress Zelda asked as she pressed the cane against Ariana’s ass, making her wince and whimper.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda, I understand," she answered with nervous sobs.

The cane sliced through the air with a whistle before meeting Ariana’s tender flesh with a distinctive pop. Ariana hissed through her teeth as her right hand came up instinctively, she shook it, fighting the urge to reach back, and placed it back on the floor. Afraid she had moved too much, she slid her hands back slightly, sticking her ass higher in the air.

"Don't reach back," Mistress Zelda said in her typical stern tone. "You don't want me to cane your hand by mistake."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda. I'm sorry, Mistress Zelda."

Mistress Zelda's only reply to the pop star was to deliver the next stinging stroke of the cane. Ariana let out a cry of pain as the tears that had been stinging her eyes began to slowly stream down her face. By the fifth stroke, Ariana was openly sobbing, and her body trembled from her crying and the effort it was taking to maintain the uncomfortable position she had been ordered into.

Twelve hard strokes in total had rained down on Ariana’s tender backside, leaving the fleshy globes of her ass not only red from her warm-up spanking but covered in welts from the cane.

"Stand up," Mistress Zelda said as she stood next to the sobbing and trembling starlet.

"Y-Yes, Mi-Mistress Zelda," Ariana said as she slowly stood, her every movement seeming to intensify the burning sensation on her ass. She heard the faint crackling rustle of paper and glanced over at Mistress Zelda's hand. Through her tear-blurred eyes, she could just make out that the paper the dominatrix held was a printout of tweets.

"Over here," Mistress Zelda said as she took hold of Ariana's arm and led her over to a bare section of the dungeon's wall. "Kneel, hands behind your back, grasping the opposite elbow," she said in a stern tone that gave no room for protest.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda." Ariana sank to her knees and placed her hands as she had been told. Mistress Zelda then held the piece of paper to the wall with one hand, and with the other, she grabbed Ariana’s head and made her lean forward until her nose was pressed tightly against the paper.

"You will remain like this for one hour," Mistress Zelda said, keeping her stern tone. "I will be monitoring you. If you move about too much, if you sit back on your calves, or if you let that paper fall, you will regret it. Do I make myself clear, young lady?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Ariana replied.

Without a word to the sobbing starlet, Mistress Zelda left the dungeon and went to her office. Taking a seat at her desk, she pulled up live surveillance footage of the dungeon, selected the camera that gave the best view of Ariana, and got a head start on the paperwork for her ongoing session.

The minutes ticked by slowly for Ariana as she knelt there, her tender ass on fire, her knees becoming increasingly sore, and her nose pressed against the tweets. Tears continued to stream down her face as she re-read each of the tweets about her rudeness to several baristas, waiters, waitresses, and bartenders. Shame and self-loathing washed over her every time she read one of the tweets about her behavior. Finally, after what felt like forever but was, in fact, just under the prescribed hour, Mistress Zelda returned to the dungeon.

"Stand up, Ariana," Mistress Zelda said in an unfeeling tone of voice at the exact moment that the hour was up.

Ariana all but collapsed as she stood up. Her legs were stiff after being in the same position for so long.

"Mistress," Ariana started to apologize but was cut off by Mistress Zelda's upraised hand.

"I don't want to hear it," the stern dominatrix said in her typical cold tone. She clipped a leash to Ariana’s collar. Ariana went to her hands and knees and crawled behind Mistress Zelda as she led her to the dining room. There, Ariana was not surprised to find a finely prepared meal for Mistress Zelda and a bowl of cold plain oatmeal and a glass of milk for herself. The two sat at the table, and Ariana silently waited for Mistress Zelda’s permission to begin eating. “Eat,” Mistress Zelda commanded as she began to eat her meal.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Ariana said, her shoulders slumping as she lifted her first spoonful of cold oatmeal to her lips.

After dinner, Mistress Zelda led a crawling Ariana up the stairs to a guestroom that had been prepared for her. On the bed sat a folded-up set of full-body pajamas with a drop seat. The fabric was pink and covered in white bunnies and rainbows. “You will remain here for the rest of the night. Take a shower, get the pajamas on, watch TV, or do as you please until 9:00. At 9:00, I will return and give you your bedtime spanking.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Ariana said, keeping her head low as she grabbed the pajamas and headed off to the attached bathroom.

Ariana took a long, hot shower, slowly letting the water wash away the physical pain of the spanking and caning. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't wash away the shame or humiliation she had brought upon herself. After drying herself off, Ariana slipped into the humiliating pajamas before carefully laying on the bed and turning on the TV. She flipped through the channels until she found something to watch until she found something to entertain herself.

As soon as the digital clock on the bedside table turned to 9:00, Mistress Zelda entered the room, her leather bikini replaced by loose-fitting grey sweatpants with pink stripes running down the legs and a snugly-fitting black tank top.

“Alright, young lady, stand up,” Ariana slowly stood, her body trembling with nervousness once again. The dominatrix sat on the corner of the bed and gave Ariana an expectant look. Slowly and with a whimper, Ariana lay over Mistress Zelda’s lap and let out a slight whine as she felt the drop-seat of her pajamas be quickly ripped open.

The spanking began again, but this time, it was delivered with open-handed slaps that stung more than anything else, thanks in equal parts to Mistress Zelda’s strength and the lingering soreness from her earlier spanking and caning. Mercifully, it lasted only ten minutes before Mistress Zelda stopped and helped Ariana to her feet.

“This is what happens when you are rude to those who provide you with a service," Mistress Zelda said in a stern yet slightly less chilling tone of voice as she closed Ariana’s drop seat. "Now hop into bed, and I want you sound asleep in ten minutes."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Ariana said softly, clambering into the bed just as she was told. She waited until Mistress Zelda stood up before rolling so her back was to the door. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep.