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"I wanted to be the Queen."
Mary listened sympathetically to her friend and responded, "I understand how you feel Jane but that's one of the starring roles. This is your first time in one of our plays and you have to prove yourself before you get one of the juicy parts."
Jane sighed, "I know and I should be thankful that I've got a few lines."
Mary smiled, "More than a few. The Queen's Lady-in-Waiting is actually a pretty good part. You're the villain working behind the scenes. You may not be on the stage most of the time but your presence is felt throughout the play and actually, your part is the core. Without it the whole thing falls apart. We're counting on you to play the sweet, innocent and conniving bitch to the hilt. Besides, no play is worth anything without good supporting actors."
Jane smirked. "That sounds a bit patronizing but thanks anyway. I appreciate you getting me involved in this and I'm honored to support Your Majesty."
Mary giggled, "As well you should be. Don't you think I'll make a good Queen?"
Jane pouted playfully, "Not as good as I would be especially with Ralph playing the King. He's a real hunk. I wouldn't mind doing the last scene with him. He can take me over his knee and spank me any time he wants to."
Mary laughed and said, "He may be easy on the eyes but believe me, he's dumber than dirt. And even if he was a suitable catch I still wouldn't like that last scene. It's a good thing I only have to be over his lap when the curtain falls and before he actually does anything. You may think getting spanked is fun but I don't like being in that position with any man. I'm not into power games and nobody's ever going to spank me."
Jane blushed. Her thoughts went back to her college boyfriend who used to spank her fairly regularly to their mutual delight. However, she decided against sharing her fondness for this activity and replied, "I didn't say I wanted him to spank me. It's just that he looks so strong and yummy compared to Fred. Doesn't he ever wear decent clothes?"
With a friendly frown Mary chided, "Don't make disparaging remarks about Fred. He works hard at the Grain and Feed store. He'd look pretty silly wearing a suit. He may not be as `yummy' as Ralph but watch the way he throws those 50 pound sacks around and tell me he's not strong. I have to agree with you on one thing. If, and I can't think of any scenario where it might actually happen, but if I was over some man's lap for a spanking I would opt for Ralph too. The last thing in the world I would want is someone with arms like Fred to plant his hand on my rear end. One swat and he would send me across the room. Of course, you won't have to worry about that. You're not going to be over his lap, just tied to a heavy table so no matter how hard he hits you're not going anyplace."
Although Mary's speech ended with a smile Jane was the one frowning. "That's something that makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Being tied up that is. What if the building catches fire? Can't the director change that to me holding onto the table. I'm willing to go through with the spanking scene but I don't care for being completely helpless."
Mary reassured her by saying, "You can ask if you want but consider the lack of realism. The character Fred is playing is punishing you for plotting his downfall and do you think any man would limit himself to a few token swats for something like that? It's got to look like the beginning of real punishment and not a schoolgirl getting a little paddling from the headmaster. But you won't be helpless. There's a way of tying the ropes so it looks like they're tight but you can pull on the end in your hand which undoes the knot and you're free. Oops, look at the time. We'd better get going. It won't do to be late for the first rehearsal."
The reader (you) is probably concerned as to whether or not they were late so I'll comfort you by saying they arrived with plenty of time to spare. I'll skip the first few rehearsals and we'll jump to the one where they went over the last scene.
The director was happy with most of it but asked Jane and Fred to stay after the other actors left so they could go over it a few more times. Jane was mildly concerned since she carpooled with Mary and would need a ride home. Fred graciously volunteered and she, just as graciously, accepted his offer.
The director started the intimate rehearsal by addressing Fred, "Don't forget, aside from the King you are the most powerful man in the realm. You thought your position was secure until she came along. She wheedled her way into your heart and used your relationship to her own ends. Her lies and innuendoes undermined your authority and you came very close to being convicted of treason. Now you are taking your revenge against her. Regardless of your personal feelings the King expects you to show him you're still the strong and fearless advisor he relies on. This is your chance to demonstrate to him and the wench that you're not a man to be trifled with. You have no choice, you must punish her severely. Jane, do you have the special shorts?"
Jane held up the garment in question. They were equipped with multiple layers of leather and foam rubber. Since she would be facing the audience when she was tied to the table they wouldn't see how well protected her bottom was when Fred raised her dress. She slipped them on over her slacks and they started the scene from the point where he fastens her to the table. To the casual observer she was firmly bound but as Mary promised, she could extract herself from her confines at any time. He then mimicked the action of lifting the gown she would wear in the play. She slipped into character also and did a good job of portraying a frightened female about to be whipped and begging for forgiveness and/or mercy.
After he recited his lines stating his contempt and future plans for his victim he raised a thick leather strap and struck extremely hard. Even through the thickly padded shorts Jane felt a good sting. She grunted in response to the impact and the fact that he drove her into the edge of the table.
Before he could strike the next blow the director interrupted. "Whoa! I think that's a bit too much. You're not trying to kill her, just punish her. The King expects you to treat her harshly but if he wanted her dead he'd have the executioner do it. He wants her alive and the fact of the matter is that you do too. She betrayed you but you still love her. Remember the dialog between you and the King. He sentenced her to a good whipping and then she would be reduced in rank and sent to the guards. She was destined for a life of sexual slavery in their pleasure chambers. In spite of what she did to you the thought of her being raped by hundreds of crude men displeased you. You suggested something else. Do you remember your lines?"
Fred smiled as he puffed himself up to become the royal advisor and recited, "Your Majesty. If I may be so bold, I request a modification to her sentence. I agree she needs to feel my wrath and feel it she will. Of that you can be assured but I can think of a more suitable extension of her punishment than to be thrown to the guards. She enticed me with promises of great sexual pleasures and I think I'm entitled to see if her boast was not an idle one. In deference to your exalted status I, as your trusted Advisor, should not resort to the use of a common whore even if she was previously a lady. Additionally, she needs more than one whipping. She should be bared and bound for the activity on a regular basis. Of course, the guards would be happy to see this formerly high and mighty Lady screaming under the whip but I'm asking to reserve that pleasure for myself. In short, I want to condemn her to a life of hell and I can think of no better way than to make her my wife. Think of the pleasure you will have when she accompanies me to your dinners. Watch her as she plays the obedient wife and pay attention to the way she sits down. I promise you that her preparations will have included a repeat of what she's going to experience this evening."
The director applauded the performance and said, "That's what I mean. You're going to subjugate her and bend her to your will. This whipping is only the start. It's the first of many and you don't want to damage her. Which is not to say you won't be striking hard enough to make her regret her treachery. Find the proper balance between vengeance and mercy. The audience must know you are punishing the woman who tried to bring you down but you need to show them that you hold out the hope that, although she will be your wife only because of a royal decree, she may, in time, return your love. Now, try again."
The strap landed on Jane's backside again but this time the sting of its impact was unable to fully penetrate the layers of padding. Jane broke character by giggling and was chided by the director who also laughed. Fred swung the strap again and Jane did her best to express the fantasy pain. The scene called for six swats and while he was satisfied with Fred's performance he thought Jane's could've been better. She had tried to conjure up images of her times with her old college boyfriend but it was no help. Their spankings had always been over the knee and only hard or long enough to get her very hot and they immediately ceased the spanking for a round of raucous sex. A strap landing on bare buttocks would get a different response and the director was at a loss in how to get her to understand that. He coached her through another set of six and was still frustrated at her inability to portray the feelings of helpless humiliation and pain that he and the audience expected.
Then Fred came up with an idea. "For an actor to play a part exceptionally well it helps to be coming from personal experience. Perhaps, since the theater is empty and it's just the three of us and if Jane is willing . . ."
He didn't have to say anything else. Both the director and Jane knew what he was suggesting. There was moment of silence before Jane freed herself from the ropes and stood up. She avoided their eyes as she stepped out of her sandals and proceeded to slide the padded shorts, her jeans and then her panties down and off. The table was between her and the men so her most intimate secrets were somewhat shielded from their gaze and she only spoke when she was back in her previous position waiting for the ropes to be attached. She said, "Tie my hands for real. I don't even want the possibility of escaping to enter my mind."
While Fred was doing that the director set up a video camera. He explained, "We'll record this and you can have the tape. Watch it at home and see your reactions so you can reproduce them during the play. I think we're ready now. Start from where he picks up the strap."
She immediately went back in character and pleaded for mercy. Her performance wasn't really a performance at all. She was scared. Seeing that strap in Fred's hand and hearing his lines didn't make it any easier.
With a bold voice that excited and frightened her he said, "Now Milady, you will pay the price for betraying me. I have nothing but contempt for you and I want you to know this is only the start of you punishment. You may not like it but I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."
As he mimicked the action of raising an invisible dress he continued, "You have a lovely bottom. You offered that as well as the rest of you to me during our courtship. I have to believe you never meant any of it but now you have no choice. We will be married and I will have all your charms at my disposal. The whipping you are about to receive is only a sample of what you can expect if you try to deny me any pleasure even then your plans would be thwarted since I will find correcting you in this manner very pleasurable indeed. This exercise will be repeated often. You will wish that the King gave you to the guards or you will learn to love me and my discipline. Enough talk. It's time for you and the strap to be acquainted. Such a lovely bottom. So pale and white and so courteously offered to me. And so well suited for THIS."
He stressed the last word and the `THIS' he spoke of was the first stroke. No amount of the playful college romance spankings could've possibly prepared her for `THIS'. She barely held in a scream but as her later review of the tape would show, her face scrunched up in obvious agony. She was not so silent for number two or three. In Fred's eyes (and the director's) he was striking the correct balance between vengeance and mercy but Jane (who was the beneficiary of the striking) had a different opinion. She felt the scales were definitely tipped away from anything she would call mercy. However, it is to her credit as an actress that she did not ask him to stop. That's not quite true. Her character pleaded for a cessation of the punishment but Jane herself refrained from saying what her mind and especially her bottom was suggesting. They wanted her to yell that she had enough of the `rehearsal' and demand that they untie her. Her wrists joined in the desire for freedom and vainly attempted to extract themselves from the ropes. Although not explicitly written down, her words and cries were exactly as the author would've scripted them. When she could form intelligible speech she referred to the director as "Your Majesty" in asking him for pardon and then to Fred as "My Lord" as she promised to be a good wife. Between tears she offered her body for him to use for his pleasure whenever and however he desired.
Imagine, all this with only six strokes of the strap. Granted, they were not given in a hurry. To heighten the entertainment value for the audience and give the guilty party time to reflect on each swat they were spaced about 30 seconds apart so she had plenty of time to make her apologies and beg for forgiveness and mercy. As I said, every struggle and plea was within the scope of the character but the real Jane's heart was in every action and word.
She didn't realize they were finished until she noticed the director applauding and saying, "Wonderful. Absolutely marvelous. Do that during the performances and you'll have the audience on their feet yelling for an encore. I take that back, most of the men won't stand up until they can arrange themselves to hide monstrous erections. I guarantee there'll be more babies conceived after our show than there were during the New York blackout. Don't get up just yet Jane. Stay right there."
Jane almost laughed. This was an easy request to grant. She was unable to go anywhere even if she tried and during the last few minutes she had tried and tried and she was still right where she started only a whole lot more sore.
He continued, "Fred, stand back just a bit. Look down at what you and the strap have wrought. That's it but look a little more self-satisfied. Perfect. When they see that look on your face and compare it to her, helpless and exhausted and her spirit broken they'll go wild. It'll be the smash hit of the season. As soon as the word gets around we'll be sold out for every performance."
They silently contemplated their theatrical triumph for a minute before Jane finally asked if one of them would let her up and then turn around so she could put her pants back on.
Fred got the honor of freeing her hands and joined the director in looking out at an imaginary audience. As for Jane, If she had know what was in store she would've worn something looser. The panties were bad enough but it was impossible to squeeze her battered backside into the jeans she wore to the rehearsal. Fred inadvertently(?) noticed her predicament and offered his coat. It was plenty long enough to cover her and it sure beat putting herself into those tight pants. She smiled a bit and said, "It's a good thing I'm not driving. I don't think I could concentrate on the road in the condition I'm in."
Before leaving the theater the three of them reviewed the tape. She couldn't believe it was actually her begging and pleading and screeching but her bottom reminded her that everything she saw was exactly how it happened. Fred was silent during the viewing but the director was full of comments about how that was the perfect way to react to the whipping and reinforced the idea that Jane was to study the video so she could reproduce those reactions during the performances. While Jane could see the benefits of the tape she was embarrassed to be watching it with the two men present. She held onto it tightly as they left. She didn't want that thing to fall into the wrong hands and as soon as the play was over it was going to be destroyed.
When they got to the car she asked, "I hope you don't think this is silly but would you mind if I lay down on the back seat. I don't particularly want to sit on anything for a while."
They shared a smile as her opened the door and assisted her to a face down position on the seat and got another glance at her rear end sticking out from the coat. Actually, he was not only reciting his lines when he said she had a lovely bottom. If it wasn't for social conventions and political correctness he would've told her that within hours of meeting her.
As he started to leave the parking lot he said, "I hope you don't think I'm too bold but I have something that might help. There's some lotion at my house which would be very soothing on your, uh, rear end. I also have a fairly high counter around my kitchen so we could have a cup of coffee or something and you wouldn't have to sit down. Never mind. I guess it is getting late. I'll just take you home."
Truth be told, the only acting Jane had to do in the play was when she plotted against him. The part where she pretended to truly like him was exactly how she felt. Despite her first impression she discovered him to be intelligent, sensitive, self-assured, more than unusually handsome and more attractive to her than she thought possible. So it should be no surprise to you (the reader) that she answered, "Yes, I'd like that. Going to your house that is. I could do with a cup of coffee as long as it's decaf and if you have anything to make my, uh, rear end feel better I'm game to try it."
When they arrived he went off for the lotion and got two small surprises when he joined her in the kitchen. She found what she needed to make coffee and it was starting its brew cycle which was surprise number one. But the one that really got his attention was that she had shed the coat and was standing with only her panties covering her `lovely bottom'.
She shrugged and said, "I hope you don't mind. I appreciate the coat but I don't need it in here and this is just as comfortable. Besides, you've already seen my bare backside so there's nothing to hide and even so, you're going to see it again when you put the lotion on it. The coffee will be a few more minutes so we can do the lotion thing now. How do you want me?"
You see, although he was outwardly gregarious and confident he was actually quite self- conscious when it came to women. His answer to her question was, "I want you naked in my bed so I can make love to you tonight and every night from now on."
But that's not what he said. He couldn't get thoughts of that `lovely bottom' out of his mind and he revised his answer. "I want to take you over my knee and as I rub the lotion in I want to spank that lovely bottom with my hand and softly caress it between each spank and then I want you naked in my bed so I can make love to you tonight and every night from now on."
He didn't say that either. His original intention was to give her the bottle of lotion so she could retire to a more private place and put it on herself but, bashful or not, he didn't want to refuse her suggestion. That would be paramount to saying she was being much too forward and make the offer an embarrassment to her. Sounds noble doesn't it? The fact was, (as evidenced by thought number two in the previous paragraph) he truly wanted to get his hands on that `lovely bottom'. This was an opportunity too good to be missed. Now, if he could get his voice to work.
What he actually managed to squeak out (and by that I mean his voice cracked like a nervous young boy on his first date) was, "I, uh, I guess you could bend over the tall stool. That shouldn't be, uh, too uncomfortable and I can get to, uh, where, uh, the area where, uh, the strap landed a little, uh, lower. You don't need to take your, uh, I mean, uh, your, uh, anything off. Just pull your, uh, underpants down a bit and, uh, uh, that ought to do just fine."
She had to smile at his flustering. The same man who had just planted six of the absolute worst stingers on her totally naked rear end less than an hour ago was now embarrassed and shy. It made her feel all the more drawn to know this man much better. She simply said, "O.K." and for the fourth time that evening, presented her rear end towards him.. First with three layers of protection of her modesty and one of which was ample protection from the strap. Then wearing nothing below the waist and totally helpless. Then there was the way she crawled into the car. She knew he was looking at her rear end with the panties drawn tight against it and now, again with only a thin layer of almost translucent cotton to shield her from his eyes. She briefly wondered if it could be considered a fifth time when the panties were lowered to give his hands the access he needed. Although seemingly safe from further spankings she realized what a provocative position she was in and thoughts of those old college days came flooding back.
She looked over her shoulders and smiled as she said, "Oops, I should've bared my bottom before I bent over but I don't want to get up again. Would you do that for me and Fred, don't call them `underpants'. That sounds like something a junior high school boy would wear. I'm a woman and I don't wear underpants. They're panties so if you please, take my panties off. Oops, I mean, uh, I mean pull them down as much as you want, uh, I mean, uh, as much as, uh, you need to, uh, to do what you want, uh, I mean, to do what you're going to do, uh, I mean, uh, to put the lotion on."
Anxiety along with the inability to speak clearly and confidently seemed to be a communicable disease. That little slip of the tongue of what he should do with her panties (take them completely off) was a result of her earlier assessment of him. When she said, "How do you want me?" she was thinking, "and if you want to know my preference, I want to be naked in your bed so I can make love to you tonight and every night from now on." And when she put herself over the stool she changed that thought to, "I don't want to be here like this. It would be much better if I was on your lap. I want you to take me over your knee and as you rub the lotion in I want you to spank my bottom with your massive hand and softly caress it between each spank and then I want to be naked in your bed so I can make love to you tonight and every night from now on."
He wasn't sure how to interpret her comment (about panties off and then changed to pulled down a bit) and her nervousness increased his. He tentatively put his fingers into the waistband of her underpants (sorry, I meant to say panties) and she raised herself slightly. This displayed her `lovely bottom' even more delightfully and his hands were shaking as he unveiled it. He stared at it for a moment and she asked, "Is there something wrong?"
He shook his head to clear his thoughts of the erotic delights he imagined the two of them could explore together and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you so hard. It must've really hurt."
As he spoke he put the lotion on his hand and rubbed them together to warm it a bit. In the ensuing silence he tentatively put his hand on her `lovely bottom' and gently applied the soothing ointment. She purred and said, "You're right about it helping. It feels so good."
`Good' wasn't the best word to describe how it felt. It was soothing but more than that it was `heavenly' to have that massive hand caressing her. When she first spoke about the play to Mary she said she'd let Ralph spank her anytime but things had definitely changed. He was as dumb as Mary said and Jane lost all interest in him. Now her interest was focused on the man with his hands on her bottom. He was overcoming a bit of his shyness and it was becoming more of a massage. He was kneading the sore muscles of her backside as he worked the lotion in. Jane purred some more and knew right then that it was those wonderful hands that she wanted. Either one could cover most of her bottom and she could only imagine what it would be like to have them spanking her.
However, the strap was another story. That was a once in a lifetime experience she didn't want to repeat. The thought of how much that hurt momentarily put a damper on her libido and she responded to his apology. "In regards to what you did at the theater. You don't need to be sorry for anything. You did what you had to do and I'm sure it'll make both our performances perfect so it was worth it. Just don't make it a habit, O.K?"
Since she wasn't talking about sex per se she regained her composure and got through her sentences without pause. Fred's confidence increased also. Unfortunately it led to him letting down his guard which, up to that point, had kept him from saying the things he was thinking. He opened his mouth and promptly inserted his foot as he said, "You needn't worry about that. The strap hurt you too much and left a few unpleasant looking marks. No, this is too lovely for something that severe but I think its been neglected too long. It's beautiful and just the perfect shape for my hand. Your bottom was made to be spanked."
There was an uncomfortable silence and he quickly stepped back. "I'm sorry. That was a terrible thing to say. I, uh, don't know what came over me. You, uh, left your jeans in the living room. I think I better get them so you can get dressed and I'll take you home."
He was almost out of the kitchen by the time Jane stood up and turned towards him. She didn't want the evening to end like this and in her haste to diminish his embarrassment she inadvertently followed his example and spoke without thinking. "Wait, don't go. You apologize too much. There was nothing wrong with what you said. My boyfriend in college used to say things like that all the time and I always felt a little proud to hear it. He said he loved the way my rear end looked when I was over his lap and he was bouncing his hand off it. He must have really meant it too. He wouldn't have spanked me all those times if he didn't like it as much as I did."
The red face of embarrassment moved from Fred to Jane as she quickly put her hand to her mouth. She couldn't believe she had just told him that she liked getting spanked but there was no way to retract the words. Fred found belief difficult to come by also. Had he heard what he thought he heard? Then his eyes were drawn slightly downward and Jane realized her panties had slid all the way down to her ankles. She immediately turned around and bent over to pull them up and the thought flashed through her mind that in addition to flashing him from the front she was now presenting her rear end to him for the fifth (or sixth) time within the last two hours. And with her current display, the majority of the times it was her bare bottom she presented. For some reason, that got her to laughing and her feet got tangled in the panties. A moment later she lost her balance and started to fall but two strong arms caught her just in time.
He helped her up but didn't let go until he turned her to face him again. They stared into each other's eyes for either a second or an hour. If you asked them they couldn't tell you. It was the kind of moment that should've ended with a kiss. Alas, it didn't. He turned away and said, "I'll get your pants."
This time she didn't stop him. They were both confused about what had happened and once she was properly clothed he drove her home. The silence in the car was deafening and they were deeply engaged in unspoken self-recriminations. Their thoughts were almost identical. "We came so close and almost connected. What went wrong? Does she/he hate me for talking about spanking. Will she/he ever want to see me again? We have to see each other during the rehearsals but what's going to happen when I/he have/has to spank her/me with the strap? Is she/he going to realize that I might enjoy it? The padded shorts will give her/me plenty of protection so I know it won't hurt but just the idea of me/him doing that is going to get me excited. Will she/he feel the same way?"
You get the idea. Don't you want to just slap the both of them and say, "Hey you stupid fools. You each want the same thing so speak to each other." I suppose I could do that since I'm the author but I'll let them find their way by themselves. (However, I may give them a little nudge).
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