Made to be a Masochist

"Summer, look at me," Tara ordered. She was all-powerful, the hypnotized harlot in the french-maid outfit couldn't resist. Tara grabbed the actress's head, directing the powerless woman to look into her eyes. "Give me Sole control." The trigger caused the hypnotized actress to slip into a trance, letting the dominant receptionist speak directly to her subconscious. "You're a masochist. You subconsciously want to be spanked, to be slapped, to be hurt. In fact, you're going to hurt yourself all the time until I think you've suffered enough. Now wake up."
Summer woke up. Something felt different. Summer idly pinched her nipple under her apron as she tried to identify what had changed.
"Go back to cleaning," Tara ordered. The barefoot french maid did as she was told. She found a feather duster, and dusted the house, occasionally striking her backside as she did.
She made Tara's bed. As she did, she somehow got her neck tangled up in the bedsheets. After accidentally **** herself a few times, she managed to get out.
Tara found Summer penetrating herself on the bannister as she tried to clean the stairs. "Walk around the neighborhood," she ordered. "Parade yourself."

The barefoot actress did as she was told. She walked around, stepping on rocks and walking into trees. Couples enjoying the suburban neighborhood crossed the street to avoid the demented woman in the french maid outfit, covered in writing and day-old cum. But Summer didn't want to be avoided. She went up to an innocent family. "Spank me," she demanded. Man, woman, and child looked appalled. "I deserve to be spanked." The parents shuffled their kid away from the possibly dangerous masochist.
Summer couldn't relent. She begged everyone she saw for a spanking. She offered them things. People declined. Summer started to cry. She just needed to be spanked. It was what she was, what she deserved. Eventually she found someone willing to take her in.