She calls him 'Sir'

His voice had a quality she had never heard. It was cool and strong, completely pitiless, sending a hot shiver up and down her spine.

“S-sir!” she gasped, her mind scrambling, immediately followed by another scream when he slapped her again.

“Good! Now shut up and take it, bitch!”

Heart racing, Jessica bit down on her lips to do as she was told, her whole body lurching forward with the impact of the next blow. Her ass was ablaze, each hit feeling worse than the next and she had to try her best to stifle her cries as he went to work. Tears blurred her vision, running down her face and dripping into her expensive carpet as she choked back sobs. She dug her fingers into the cushions of the couch in an effort to endure the sting, surely damaging the precious fabric as she clawed into it. In the end, however, it was all for naught. She barely held out for another ten slaps before the dam broke and she let out a painful howl as his palm collided painfully with the center of her cheeks.

“AAARGH!”

She bucked, her cheeks clenching as she twisted in Sean’s grip, audibly sobbing with pain. It was ignominious, she couldn’t take it. Bracing for the next spank that was sure to come, she was surprised when it didn’t. Instead, Sean’s slapping hand reached between her thighs where her blue panties were tangled into a mess just above her knees and he grabbed them.

“I told you to shut up!” he hissed.

For the first time in as long as she could remember, Jessica was actually terrified. Holding her breath, she didn’t move a muscle and stayed perfectly draped across his lap, ass stinging hotly like never before. She winced when he yanked at her underwear. The cotton waistband bit into her thighs momentarily before it unceremoniously snapped and her panties were ripped away. His other hand dug into her hair and she couldn’t help but squeal when he roughly cocked her head back. However, before she could get much of any sound out a ball of bunched-up, warm cotton was shoved between her teeth, effectively silencing all protests.

“There, better!”

She could hear the smugness in his voice and when the next slap came, her cry of pain was muffled by her own panties.

He proceeded to spank the struggling actress good and long, varying both his rhythm and his targeting to constantly keep her on her toes. Soon, the entire area from the small of her back down to her mid-thighs was glowing in a bright shade of red, Jessica’s famously pert booty thoroughly worked over. She gasped, sobbed and squealed, crying profusely now, but her spit-soaked underwear reduced all sounds to a mumble and apart from some feeble kicking her struggling had subsided now as she took her punishment, feeling utterly degraded.

His cock was pressing against her abdomen. Hard as steel, it was proof of how much he relished abusing her and he wasn’t the only one who was turned on either. Jessica’s pussy was hot and creamy, so much so that she worried that she would drip onto the couch as he had his way with her. It was something she had never really thought possible, despite what had happened in Stockholm and her own role in bondage-themed movies like “The Killer Inside Me”, she had never explored this direction much as the idea of getting off to being punished seemed misogynist in a way.

However, when Sean finally stopped, his arm heavy from a proper workout, while she was sobbing and sniveling and her face was wet with tears, her arousal was undeniable. She winced as he began roughly massaging her sore ass, more groping her for his own pleasure than anything else, but as he squeezed her ass cheeks and once again spread her wide, she could feel her soaked pussy lips part and open up for him.

“Well,” she could hear the big smile on his face without even needing to see it, “Looks like BDSM might be your thing, Jessica.” She mumbled into her gag, then squeaked when two of his fingers slid between her thighs from behind, swiping along the length of her smooth slit and collecting some of the leaking juices. The intimate contact caused her to jump a little but she didn’t pull away, letting the producer feel her up. Shuddering, she felt his fingertips trace all the way from her clit up to her puckered asshole.