Sabrina Carpenter

It was early morning, and pop star Sabrina Carpenter lay awake in her bed, looking at her phone. Her mind flashed back to her time with Taylor Swift on The Eras Tour.

The two starlets sat alone on a comfy leather couch backstage after a rehearsal comparing notes. During a brief lull in the conversation, Sabrina worked up the courage to ask the question that had been gnawing at her. "How do you do it?"

"Do what, sweetie?" Taylor asked looking up from her notes.

"Keep so down to Earth. I mean, you're the biggest pop star, maybe the biggest star on the planet period, and you're like the most normal famous person ever."

Taylor began to laugh before answering. "Thanks, but I can't take the credit. I have a good team around me, and then there's my... unconventional help."

"'Unconventional help?' What does that even mean?"

"Sorry can't say, but... do you have your phone?"

"Yes," Sabrina said slowly eyeing Taylor suspiciously.

"If you unlock it for me I can give you the number of someone who can help you stay grounded."

Sabrina took a long moment to study Taylor’s face. She didn't give even the slightest hint of a clue, or deception. "Alright," she said before unlocking her phone and handing it to the statuesque blonde. When Taylor handed it back. She saw that a contract had been added with the initials MZ.

"Call this number and set up an appointment," Taylor said with a smile. "Oh, and I can't stress this enough: DO NOT be late."

As her mind raced she glanced at the clock, it was barely after 7:00 AM. and her mind was made up. In a couple of hours, she would call the number. She set an alarm on her phone and closed her eyes wanting to get a little more sleep, which had been elusive since her conversation with Taylor. All she was able to get out of her was a woman’s name: Mistress Zelda.

Shortly after 9:00, she called the contact Taylor had added to her phone. Her breath hitched slightly when the ringing stopped on the third ring. “Mistress Zelda’s, Mistress Zelda speaking.” The woman’s voice was warm and welcoming but carried an unmistakable undertone of command.

“Um, hello,” Sabrina said, her voice cracking with nervousness. “A friend of mine gave me this number, she said I should call and make an appointment. I’d like one as soon as possible, please.”

“You’re friend certainly sounds smart, and your name?”

“Sabrina, Sabrina Carpenter.”

“Okay, Miss Carpenter,” Mistress Zelda said without a moment’s hesitation. It surprised Sabrina that the woman seemed to respond so quickly. She had become somewhat used to people being “star-struck” by her. “I have an opening at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon.”

“Thank you, that would be perfect.”

“I trust your friend, advised you not to be late?”

“Yes, she did.”

“From now on, Sabrina, that would be, ‘Yes, Mistress Zelda, she did.’”

“Are…are you serious?”

“Very, and once again, I expect to be addressed as ‘Mistress Zelda’ at all times. I hope for your sake, you will learn this quickly.” Before Sabrina could reply, the other woman ended the call.

“Shortly before 2:00 in the afternoon, Sabrina left her car and walked up to the front door of the large gothic mansion that belonged to Mistress Zelda. She took a nervous breath as she pressed the doorbell. A few seconds later, an Asian woman wearing a short French Maid’s uniform answered the door.

“Ah Welcome Miss Carpenter,” the woman said with a smile. “This way please.” The woman turned and motioned for Sabrina to follow.

“Alright,” Sabrina said trying to hide her nervousness as she stepped into the home, she closed the door behind her and followed the maid through the mansion's beautifully decorated entrance hall, and up the curved mahogany staircase. The maid led her down the hall to a door. The maid took a second to smile at Sabrina, a smile that the petite singer thought had an oddly sympathetic quality to it. She then knocked on the door and a moment later, Sabrina heard a familiar voice telling them to enter.

“Miss Carpenter to see you, Mistress Zelda,” the maid said when the two entered the room.

“Thank you, Kiko, wait outside please,” the woman behind a large, ornate antique desk said.

“Of course, Mistress,” Kiko said before she curtsied to the woman and left the room. It was then that Sabrina got her first look at the other woman as she stood from behind her desk. She was tall and slender with her long dark brown hair pulled into a bun. She wore a professional-looking dark suit jacket with a light pink undershirt. Her height, the office, the styling of her hair and clothes, her high cheekbones, stern gaze, and blood-red lips gave the woman an unmistakable air of authority.

“Sabrina, I am Mistress Zelda, and as I told you before I expect to be addressed as such at all times."

“Sabrina Carpenter, Mistress Zelda. Nice to meet you,” Sabrina said as offered her hand, but withdrew it when Mistress Zelda merely look at her with a cold unyielding gaze. Before now she thought it foolish to address a woman she had never met as ‘Mistress’ anything, but now, after seeing the woman in person she felt a strange compulsion to do exactly that.

“Please sit,” Mistress Zelda said, motioning to a chair across from her desk. Sabrina sat and Mistress Zelda slid a piece of paper across the desk to Sabrina. “The rules, I expect you to follow should you agree to my disciplinary services.”

“Mistress Zelda, I’m sorry, your what?”

“Disciplinary services,” she repeated. “I provide them to many starlets. It’s all in the paperwork.”

Sabrina’s eyes went wide and she began to read the paperwork. She couldn’t believe what this woman expected of her, or what would happen to her. Thinking of the way Taylor always carried herself, Sabrina signed the contract with a shaky hand.

"Okay, now what, Mistress Zelda?"

"Now we begin your first session. I apologize though we'll have to keep it much shorter than I'd like. A situation with another client that I cannot speak about."

"Oh I understand, Mistress Zelda, confidentiality and all," Sabrina said trying to hide her nervousness.

"Indeed," the brunette said with a nod before standing up. "Kiko, come in here please!"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda?" the maid said as she entered the room.

"Wait ten minutes, then bring Miss Carpenter to the waiting room please."

"Of course, Mistress Zelda," Kiko replied with a nod before Mistress Zelda left the room.

After the ten minutes were up, Sabrina followed Kiko back through the mansion until they reached a large open room with several comfortable chairs, loveseats, and couches lining the walls. She also noticed two doors one on the wall to her left with a red light and a green light above it, currently the red light was lit. The other door was directly across from the first.

"Please have a seat and wait. Keep an eye on those lights. When the green light comes on, Mistress Zelda is ready for you," Kiko said as she motioned first to the seating, then to the lights.

"Thank you, Kiko," Sabrina said before sitting down. Kiko smiled and gave a polite nod before leaving the room. Almost as soon as she was gone, the light changed. "Here we go, what have you gotten yourself into?" Sabrina asked herself as she stood and went to the door, remembering to knock.

The intercom next to the door crackled. "Enter." Sabrina gulped hearing Mistress Zelda's voice. The warmth of her tone was gone and replaced entirely with the sound of authority.

She entered the room and saw Mistress Zelda's dimly lit, yet extremely well-equipped dungeon for the first time. Ahead of her, now dressed in a short black leather dress that clung to her body, was Mistress Zelda, sitting on her throne. Remembering what she had read, Sabrina quickly removed all of her clothes and left them in the bin by the door.

"I-I-I'm here for my punishment, Mistress Zelda," she stammered after kneeling in front of the dominatrix.

Mistress Zelda nodded before speaking. "I see you keep yourself clean-shaven. Make sure your pussy is shaven and smooth before every session."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Sabrina said as her entire body turned a deep shade of red. She watched as Mistress Zelda retrieved a straight-backed chair and set it in front of her before going to a cupboard and coming back with a red leather collar. She placed the collar around Sabrina's neck and sat down.

"This is your first time, so this, Sabrina is where you ask for your warm-up spanking."

"Mistress Zelda, may I please have my warm-up spanking?" she asked obediently, her voice barely more than a whisper. As she spoke, her body turned a darker shade of red. She couldn't believe what was happening, or the fact that she was willingly going along with it.

"Come get over, as I said we are short on time," Mistress Zelda said as she pat her lap with both hands. Sabrina stood and allowed the Dominatrix to guide her to her right side before she lay across her lap.

Mistress Zelda guided Sabrina into position so that her palms were flat on the floor. The dominatrix had to stifle a laugh as the petite blonde's feet didn’t reach the ground. "Are you ready to begin, Sabrina?" Mistress Zelda asked as she gently rubbed Sabrina's bare ass. Now to Sabrina's surprise, the woman's voice had a soft warm undertone.

"Y-yes, Mistress Zelda," Sabrina answered with a stammer and a nervous gulp.

"Now, tell me, what is the chief issue you want to address through my discipline?" Mistress Zelda asked as she gently rubbed Sabrina's ass.

"Not getting a big head and staying down to Earth. Like my friend that gave me your number."

"I see. That is indeed an admirable goal," Mistress Zelda said before raising her hand into the air and bringing it down hard on Sabrina's right cheek. The petite blonde hissed and her legs went taught. "Stay still," Mistress Zelda said in a stern tone as she pressed down on Sabrina's lower back with her left forearm.

"Ow! Oh-ho! Na-ha! Graah!" Sabrina cried out each time Mistress Zelda's hand struck her cheeks, alternating with each swat. She kicked her legs and tears began to sting her eyes. By the time the dominatrix stopped Sabrina's ass was glowing pink, and her cheeks were lightly tear-stained.

"Up, and kneel in front of me," Mistress Zelda instructed as she pat Sabrina on the ass, even the gentle pats were mildly painful to her. "How was it?" she asked once Sabrina knelt in front of her.

"Painful, Mistress Zelda."

"That's the point. Now I seem to remember reading about you causing a problem with The Catholic Church. Is that right?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Sabrina said, her shoulders slumping noticeably. "I shot part of my video for 'Feather' at a Catholic Church in New York, and The Church ended up demoting the priest there due to the imagery involved and allowing me to shoot there."

"An outcome you probably should have thought about, correct?" Mistress Zelda asked, her tone stern and cold. "I expect an answer, Sabrina," she added when Sabrina stayed silent.

"I-I suppose so, Mistress Zelda."

"In my opinion, being mindful of how your actions will affect others and not just thinking of yourself is a big part of keeping as you put it, 'down to Earth.' I am going to make sure you understand this today." Mistress Zelda rose from the straight-backed chair, grabbed Sabrina by the arm, and pulled her to her feet. She then led the singer to a strange-looking device that sat somewhat close to the ground and was made of darkly colored wood and topped with soft black leather.

The top of the device was sloped away from her, and directly in front of her was a narrow pad running across the back legs of the device. Near the narrow pad were two leather cuffs, one on each side attached to the device by chains. She could also see two leather straps long enough to run across the device.

"Do you know what this is, Sabrina?"

"No, Mistress Zelda, I don't," she answered, her voice quivering with a sudden wave of fear.

"Kneel on that pad and bend over the top, put your hands on the two pads in front." Sabrina gulped but quickly did as she was told. Mistress Zelda then began to secure her in place using the leather wrist cuffs she had not seen, the ankle cuffs, and the leather straps. "This, Sabrina," she said as she hit the leather padding near the singer's body, "is called a spanking bench. By the time I let you off, I'm sure you will be much more mindful of the consequences of your actions, not only for yourself but for others as well."

Mistress Zelda then went to a rack of paddles selecting one made of pink ivory, a rare beautiful wood that is naturally pink, and very hard. The paddle was well-balanced and just long enough to impact both sides of its victim's ass. Mistress Zelda pressed the paddle against Sabrina's already sore ass, making her flinch when she felt the cool smooth wood. Mistress Zelda couldn’t help but smile as she **** the paddle back and forth across Sabrina’s ass, and with each movement of the paddle, Sabrina’s flesh quivered.

“I’m going to give you twelve, Sabrina. I want you to count them. A proper count is as follows: ‘One, Mistress Zelda. Two, Mistress Zelda, and so on.”

“Y-y-yes, M-Mistress Zelda,” Sabrina stammered. A fresh wave of tears stung her eyes, and the feeling of the wood against her ass filled her with dread.

Mistress Zelda took careful aim to avoid striking Sabrina’s tailbone and slowly pulled the paddle back. “Count them, and remember to address me properly,” she said in a cold stern tone.

With all her might, she swung it forward. The loud crack of the paddle filled the room as it connected with Sabrina’s ass.

"Ow! One, Mistress Zelda," Sabrina gasped and clenched her fists. The sting from the paddle was far worse than the spanking she had received only moments before. She waited, tensing herself for the next strike.

Mistress Zelda didn't keep her waiting long. She delivered another sharp blow to Sabrina's reddening ass. "Two, Mistress Zelda!" Sabrina cried out, her voice shaky with pain and tears streaming down her face.

The third and fourth swats landed in quick succession, each time eliciting a louder scream and a higher numbered count from Sabrina's trembling lips. By the sixth strike, she was sobbing uncontrollably, her entire body trembling. "S-six, M-Mistress Z-Zelda," she hiccuped between sobs.

Mistress Zelda took a brief moment to rub soothing lotion on the inflamed skin of Sabrina's bottom, giving her a small reprieve before continuing. "Remember this pain, Sabrina. This is what happens when you don't think your actions through," she said sternly before delivering another set of four equally hard swats to the other side of Sabrina's punished backside.

"Eight! Nine! Ten! Aaaaah!" Sabrina screamed as the final swats landed with a resounding thud on her already abused flesh. Her entire body was shaking with sobs.

Mistress Zelda put the paddle back in its place returned to the petite sobbing blonde, and began to apply the soothing lotion again. When she was satisfied with her work she released Sabrina from the spanking bench and helped her to her feet.

“There, now, it’s over,” she said in a soothing tone as she hugged Sabrina tightly. When she broke the hug she went to her throne took the leash that had been sitting on one of the armrests and clipped it to Sabrina’s collar. “Crawl behind me, we’re going to finish your punishment.”

“Y-y-yes, Mistress Zelda,” Sabrina said still sniffling as she got down on all fours. She followed Mistress Zelda out of the room, across the waiting room, and through the other door. Inside of this room is an antique writing desk with a small wooden bench tucked under it. On top of the well-maintained desk was a small inkwell and an old-fashioned writing quill.

“Through that door,” Mistress Zelda began as she pointed to a door near the far corner of the room, “is a restroom if you need it. You will have one hour to sit at that desk and write a letter of apology for your actions that earned you your punishment. If you finish early, I want you to stand in the corner, facing it, with your hands on the back of your head. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda. May I ask what will happen afterward?”

“We will go back into the dungeon and I will sit on my throne as you read your letter. If I am happy with it, I dismiss you and you make another appointment to see me with Kiko before you leave. If I am not pleased with it or do not believe you to be sincere, you go back over the spanking bench and this time, you get fifty with the paddle.”

Sabrina’s eyes went wide in fright. Ten swats had been nearly unbearable, but fifty, she knew there would be no way she could take that many swats. As soon as Mistress Zelda undid the leash and left the room Sabrina pulled out the bench and sat down. She hissed sharply and quickly stood as soon as her bruised flesh touched the hardwood. “Guess I should use that as motivation,” she said to herself as she slowly sat down again. “Owww!” she said slowly as she let more and more of her weight fall onto the bench. She looked at the sheet of paper on the desk before taking the quill in hand and dunking it lightly in the inkwell. She paused a moment to let the excess ink drip off before beginning to right.

Her movements were slow and precise as she wrote. She paused frequently, carefully thinking over what she wanted to say, and how she wanted to say it to make sure she fully conveyed how sorry she was for what had happened. When she was finally happy with it, she looked at the clock and saw that she only had five minutes left. With a sigh, she stood, moved to the corner of the room, and stood there with her hands on the back of her head.

As she stood waiting, each tic and tock of the clock seemed to echo around the room, eerily reminding her of the sound of the paddle against her ass. The five minutes seemed to crawl by and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the door open. “Grab your letter, and kneel,” she heard Mistress Zelda say.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Sabrina said as she went to the desk and grabbed her letter. When Mistress Zelda clipped the leash to her collar again, Sabrina lowered herself to her hands and knees once more, being careful not to even crease her letter as she did, and as she followed the dominatrix across the waiting room to the dungeon. Mistress Zelda undid the leash and sat on her throne.

“Stand, and read.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Sabrina said, letting out a long nervous breath. “Mistress Zelda,

I wish to express my most sincere apology, and deepest regret for my actions. I failed to think of how filming my video in the way it was would affect anyone else. In the future, I promise to be far more mindful of how my actions will affect others, and do my best not to make that mistake again. Furthermore, I plan to find the priest who was demoted and not only personally apologize to him, but, if I can make a personal apology to The Church as well.

Sincerely,

Sabrina Carpenter.”

“Very good Sabrina,” Mistress Zelda said with a nod. “You may get dressed and go, I will take your letter to put in your file. I believe you will find Kiko back in my office. Be sure to make an appointment with her before you leave.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Sabrina said, sighing with relief again. She quickly got dressed and left the dungeon. By the time she had made her way out mansion and made her second appointment with the professional dominatrix, Sabrina was both excited and terrified by the prospect of seeing Mistress Zelda again.