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Jane watched the video tape many times. At first she told herself it was just to better understand how to act on stage but then she gave up that pretence. Every viewing led thoughts of how it would be if, instead of being tied to a heavy table and whipped, she was over his lap and those marvelous hands were turning her bottom bright red and getting her hotter by the second. That hotter by the second not only describes her imaginary spanking but her own response to the tape and her erotic thoughts. She, how should I say this, found personal pleasure immediately (or shortly thereafter) when the tape ended.
Fred, on the other hand (or with the other hand) did not have the video to stimulate him but the memories of that night and thoughts of where it almost led were sufficient.
However, while their self-gratifying activities provided momentary pleasure they knew it was only a poor substitute for the real thing which made their memories of that night very bittersweet indeed.
At the next rehearsal they were both too embarrassed/ashamed/afraid to say more than a few words to each other except when their parts required them to converse. And they didn't do that very well. The director was confused. In the previous sessions there had been an aura of excitement between the two of them and they were perfect for their roles. He couldn't figure out what happened. He had dealt with actors who were intimately involved and you could always tell when they had a tiff and were mad at each other but this was something he never encountered before. He tried coaching, yelling, pleading and every trick he knew but it still wasn't working. Their hearts weren't in it. But that's where he was wrong. In reality their difficulty was that their hearts were too much involved in their roles. The problem was that they were each afraid to say their lines and portray their emotions as ardently as they did in the past for fear the other party would misinterpret their performance as more than just the lines in a play. When the play called for them to pledge their love for each other (even though her character's pledge was false) they could hardly say the lines because they each wanted to shout those very words for real and let the whole world hear them.
In desperation the director ordered the two of them to stay behind again. Jane tried to object by saying Mary had to drive her home but he wasn't going to back down. If they wanted to be in the play they were going to stay with him and work out the problem. "Besides," he said. "Fred can take you home like he did last time so Mary can just run along. I don't want her hanging around. The three of us have some talking to do."
The last thing in the world Jane wanted was to have Fred take her home again but there was no way she could refuse. The director lived only a few blocks away and didn't have a car anyway so she was stuck. Her only consolation was this time she would be fully clothed and would demand that he take her straight to her house. No stopping for coffee or anything. That's when she realized that with all that happened that night they never got around to drinking any of the coffee. She giggled at the thought and that just got the director angry. "You think this is funny? The two of you are ruining this play. We'll be the laughing stock of community theater groups throughout the state. We're going to go over your scenes and go over them again until you get it right even if it takes all night."
He turned to Fred, "You. You are the most powerful man in the kingdom except for the King himself. You are a man of the world. You take charge whenever there's a crisis. You are afraid of NOTHING. So why the hell can't you say those lines? You love this woman and want to tell her so. Try sounding like a man and not a nervous teenager."
Fred hung his head. What he wanted to retort was, "Damn you. That's the problem. I do love her but she doesn't want anything to do with me."
The director turned his fury to Jane. "And as for sweet little Jane. Mary told me you were an experienced actress and after watching you in the rehearsal up till this point I was starting to agree with her. Now I'm not so sure. I could get any woman off the street and even if she's never seen a stage before she could probably do a better job. Think of your character. She's a conniving bitch and needs to get close to the King's advisor so he'll tell her the things she needs to bring about his downfall. To do that she has to convince him that she loves him. You expect anybody to believe that? I've heard people talk to their goldfish with more emotion. And to top it off you think this is a big joke. I don't know why you wanted to be in the play but it sure isn't because you wanted to do anything more than walk onto the stage and get lots of applause. . I'm beginning to think that this is a wonderful paradox. You can't act but the role is perfect typecasting. You really are a conniving little bitch stinging us along for some unknown reason."
BINGO!
Thank you Mr. Director. That was all Fred needed, He grabbed the director by the scruff of the neck and pulled him up as he shouted, "Watch the way you talk to her you foul mouthed weasel. She's a lady and I'm not talking about her character in the play. The problem is me. I can't do the scenes with her and that's what's putting her off her game. If anyone else were to play my part you'd see what an excellent actress she really is. I want her and this play to succeed as much as you do so I'm quitting."
Jane jumped in with, "No, you can't leave. You love this theater group and they depend on you. I'm the newcomer and the director doesn't like me anyway so I should be the one to go."
The director, whose feet were still quite a few inches off the floor, smiled. "That's the Fred and Jane I know. If you could get half that emotion into your roles I'd be a happy man. And if Fred would be so kind as to let me down I'll let you both in on a little secret. Thank you. First of all neither one of you is quitting the play. Jane, I never said I didn't like you. It's the way you acted tonight that bothered me. You are a sweet and wonderful person and I'm not the only one here who thinks so. In case you didn't realize it, this man loves you and for reasons I still don't understand has been afraid to tell you. What's more, if he did he would find out that you love him just as much. Do me a favor. The two of you. Get out of here and go someplace where you can talk to each other and then make love until morning. I'll see you both at the next rehearsal. Get going. I'm tired and I want to lock up and go home."
He left them alone as he went about turning off the stage lights and listened to hear what they were saying. He had pretty good ears but try as he might, he heard nothing. He peeked around the corner and smiled. The silence was because their lips were firmly attached to each other.
They left the theater hand in hand and when they got to the car Jane said, "You know, you still owe me a cup of coffee."
He smiled and responded, "You're right. Believe it or not, I wasn't able to bring myself to empty the pot you made last time. Every time I looked at it I thought of you. Still want coffee?"
She said, "No thank you. Not from that batch anyway but promise me fresh brewed and you've got a deal."
As he pulled out of the parking lot his feeble attempt at a little humor backfired in a most delightful way. He jokingly said, "At least this time you can sit down to drink it."
She smiled and almost caused him to have an accident when she replied, "I don't know about that. It'll take a while for the coffee to be ready and I believe you said a particular part of me was perfect for a certain activity. I'm flattered and I agree with you. I also agree with another one of your comments. Something about it being neglected too long. I think I'd like you to do something about that while we're waiting for the coffee."
He regained control of the car, his emotions and his voice as he promised to give that particular part of her all the attention it needed and when they got to his house, he did. Then they followed the last part of the director's suggestion and another pot of coffee was left untouched.
In the ensuing rehearsals and during the performances there was a spark between them that electrified the rest of the cast and especially the audience. Part of the reason was the natural chemistry between Fred and Jane but it was the final scene that was primarily responsible for the standing ovations and full houses every night. Jane and Fred had to laugh every time they looked out at the audience and saw some of the men cheering enthusiastically but still sitting. The director's prophecy regarding a potential baby boom did not happen but it wasn't for lack of trying. Very few couples went straight to sleep after getting home from the play and there were many warm female backsides introduced to the erotic sport of spanking.
The perfection of that scene was the result of many hours of study and practice. Jane and Fred watched the video of her first bare bottomed whipping many, many times and made their own tapes of some of their private rehearsals to objectively compare their presentation to that first time. Regardless of whether they reviewed the tapes for study or enjoyment the images Jane used to fantasize about when she used to watch it alone became reality. Fred fulfilled his promise to Jane and her `lovely bottom' was not neglected. He started by taking her over his knee and they increased their repertoire to include various positions, locations and styles up to at least one quasi-reproduction of the final act. The major differences were that he used a belt rather than the heavy strap, he didn't strike as hard as he did in the play, she wasn't tied down, she was over the arm of the couch as opposed to a table, she was totally naked and, uh, they, uh, well, uh, she didn't have to move to another location or change position when they, uh, found, uh, mutual satisfaction.
Not only did they hone their craft as actors, Jane discovered that the old days of only a few dozen swats from her old college boyfriend for use as an aphrodisiac were long gone. She greeted each new spanking technique with passion and grace. If she (or he) didn't care for it they would scratch it off the list of possibilities for future use. Hanging upside down from the rafters when getting spanked is one they tried and then discarded.
But I seem to have drifted off the track. Let's go back to that final scene on the last night of the performances.
Jane wanted to surprise her lover and favorite spanker so she left the padded shorts in her dressing room. Fred was flabbergasted when he lifted her gown but managed to stay in character. However, rather than standing behind her as he usually did he moved to where he could see her face as he spoke. She raised her head and surreptitiously winked with just the hint of a smile. He revised his final speech before the first stoke of the strap to ask, "What do you have to say for yourself? You know I'm going to whip you severely."
The cast noticed the change in script but since all of them had, at one time or another, forgotten their lines and had to ad-lib their way through the scene they did not realize the significance of his words or her response. She also deviated from the script by adding lines when she was supposed to be silent but he had asked her a question and they marveled at her improvisational answer. Since her character had already humiliated herself and begged for forgiveness from the King they thought her answer was right in character. She said, "Yes. I am prepared for the strap and I know it will be severe. Those in attendance expect nothing less and neither do I. What you are going to do is a fearful thing and my apprehension increases every second. You do not need my permission but I give it freely. Do not further my punishment by making me wait."
The audience, like the cast was clueless as what actually transpired.
Convinced of her sincerity he returned to his proper position and finished his speech. "Such a lovely bottom. So pale and white and so courteously offered to me. And so well suited for THIS" followed by the expected crack of the strap on her rear end. As I mentioned, they had explored many avenues of spanking and she was occasionally able (and wanting) to endure more than a hand applied bottom warming. She had thought about her first taste of the strap and watched the video countless times but the memory of just how much it hurt had faded. Needless to say, his first reminder was a jolt. The second was even worse and everyone in the theater, cast and audience alike, were not only mesmerized by the scene but marveled at her acting ability. She made her screams and pleadings seem so real. At last the strap bit into her for the sixth time and .
Pardon me while I interrupt. There are two possible endings to this story. Actually I guess there are an almost infinite amount of ways to end this story but I will only give you two. The first is quick and tidy but the second is considerably longer. In fact, its' more along the lines of a, well, you'll just have to wait and see. Lets get Ending Number One out of the way. It's only a few paragraphs.
At last the strap bit into her for the sixth time and the curtain came down. He helped her to her feet and quickly kissed her before moving to their curtain up positions. As they had all come to expect, the audience was wild in their appreciation. Cheers and whistles and on their feet (except for a few of the men). The cast took their bows but Jane only did that the first time. The dress rubbing against her bottom induced her to curtsey the rest of the times the cast responded to the grateful spectators. Fred and Jane quietly excused themselves from the cast party and when they got to his house she climbed up off the back seat and they went in where he used the lotion and his magnificent hands to rub and massage and spank his woman. And as was now a tradition, they brewed and ignored another pot of coffee.
They starred in many plays together and wore many costumes but the dress she liked the most was the long white one she wore at their wedding.
Life is good.
O.K. That was one way to end the story but now for something slightly different lets take a look at Ending Number Two. Lets see, the break off point was when I said, "At last the strap bit into her for the sixth time and ."
she felt a wave of relief. Then he struck her again. She couldn't understand it. That wasn't in the script. Giving him a surprise was one thing but he was going overboard. The fire in her rear end blazed as number eight arrived. She had to do something but the pain made it hard to think of what her character might say besides the obvious screeching and pleading which so far, had no effect whatsoever. At last her anger got the better of her and she yelled, "That's enough. You're only supposed to use that thing six times and if you think I'm going anywhere with you after this you're greatly mistaken."
The reply she got was unbelievable. He laughed and said, "That's a good one. I like a woman who can keep her sense of humor when she's being whipped. I never said how many times you were going to feel THIS on your lovely little bottom."
Excuse me again but I assume you remember what `THIS' means. Back to Fred with his arm raised albeit only momentarily.
"I will give you THIS as many times as I wish. I can see the ones I've given you so far were not nearly enough. The King has said we're to be married and you will go wherever I tell you to go and I think that will be directly to my bed and believe me, THIS will convince you that I'm not mistaken about anything."
Jane's head was reeling and the pain was making her dizzy. She looked up towards the audience and they were gone. Instead she saw nothing but stone walls all around her and there were only two other people in the room. The King was sitting on a chair and holding his frightened Queen on his lap with her dress pulled up and her bare backside under his hand. Every time THIS landed he gave her a good swat along with it. She remembered trying to seduce the royal advisor and plotting against him but there was something else in the back of her mind she couldn't put her finger on. THIS made it even harder to think about anything other than how much THIS hurt. Had she really just refused to go with the man doing THIS. She vividly remembered pledging her body for him to use for his pleasure early in the whipping so why did she say something so stupid and untrue a minute ago? It had been decreed that she would be married and while she hated her future husband, especially when he did THAT she loved and respected the King. She would be obedient to his command even if it meant giving herself to THAT man. Between unintelligible grunts groans and whatevers she managed to apologize for her last words and before THIS landed again she reiterated her promise to please him in any way he wished.
That satisfied him and he stopped. As she lay sobbing on the table she was aware of the Queen's reactions to the spanking she was receiving. Compared to what Jane had suffered it seemed like a lot of noise over not much at all but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that the Queen had some objections to getting spanked. Of course, any woman would but how did she know what how the Queen felt about it? Surely it was not a topic of conversation she would share with her Lady-in-Waiting. Nevertheless, Jane was sure she heard the Queen make some comment about being over someone's lap and she said, "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." Whether those words were the result of Jane's imagination or a real event it made difference. Like it or not the Queen was getting (if you'll excuse the expression) a royal spanking.
Fred released his new toy from the table but her hands were still bound together. He started to pull her from the room when the King stopped them. "Wait. If you're going to do to her what spanking the Queen makes me want to do we better make it official. Do you take this woman to be your wife?"
Fred replied, "I do."
The King looked at Jane and asked, "And you. Do you take this man to be your husband."
She hung her head and said, "It is your command."
Luckily for her and especially her rear end the King ignored her insolence and said, "I'll take that as a `Yes' so with the power vested in me. Wait a minute, I am the power. Oh, the hell with it. You're married. I'll have somebody draw up the proper papers in the morning. Have a good time. Oh, and leave that strap. From the looks of her I don't think you'll need it tonight and I think it would bring great benefit to the Queen. She was duped by Jane even more than the rest of us and she needs to learn a lesson. I think this will teach her a thing or two regarding sharing sensitive information that was none of her business in the first place. Oh, and Fred, one more thing before you leave. I know she's your wife now but she's still a traitor in my eyes. Pull up her dress. She has no claim to modesty and I want to see the results of the strap. I see, very nice. I'll want to see that again when you bring her to my next dinner. Now I have a goal. I'm going to make the Queen's rear end look just like that. Come along My Dear. Over the table with you. Give me your hands so I may tie them to the table. There you are. We'll just get these clothes up and out of the way and now we're ready for THIS."
Jane had an overwhelming sense of deja vu. It must have been a dream but she remembered something about a small box and seeing images in it. Impossible but it was exactly like what was before her eyes now. No, not quite. It wasn't the Queen but someone else tied to that table and she was pleading and crying in response to the strap the same way. Her reverie was cut short by Fred making his exit with her in tow.
When they arrived at his quarters he untied her hands and said, "Strip. I've seen your lovely bottom and now I want to see the rest. Don't play coy. You know what I'll do if you show the slightest sign of reluctance. Everything. Off with it."
She had no desire to disobey. Her fear of renewed punishment washed all thoughts of rebellion from her. Besides, her King had given her to this man. He was now her husband and that made him her new Lord and . . . yes, her Lord and Master. She would obey him as she would the King although she knew his demands of her would be considerably different and much more onerous than anything His Majesty expected of his subjects. When she heard Fred ask to marry her she thought of pleading to be sent to the guards as originally planned. She had resigned herself to her fate and accepted that she was going to be given to them as part of her punishment. Transferring her ownership to this man didn't change anything. One way or the other she was going to be raped. Granted, with him it wouldn't be twenty or thirty times a night but she preferred that it be done by nameless and faceless men in a dungeon. That would be easier to take than to be degraded and impaled by a man she despised.
She stood before him completely naked. Not only of her clothes but everything else. Her pride, her ambitions, and oddly enough, something else. He wasn't leering at her as if she was a cheap whore. Instead he seemed to be fascinated and truly appreciative of her beauty. There was a time when she used her attractiveness to lure men into giving her what she wanted but those thoughts were gone. She blushed modestly and was inwardly proud he found her to his liking. She was momentarily distracted by a distant memory. It was as if there was a time when she loved this man and freely gave herself to him. Maybe he wouldn't be too harsh with her although she definitely deserved it. She shuddered when he put his hands on her breasts. Rather than the rough mauling she expected he was surprisingly gentle.
His voice was soft but his words were hard as he reminded her that he intended to spank her regularly both with his hand (as the King had done with the Queen) and with the strap but they would be in the privacy of his chambers. She supposed she should be thankful that her agony would not be a public event but the thought of the punishments that awaited her caused her to shudder. What she was not prepared for was his next comment. "Other than those times I will treat you as a lady. My words to the King regarding using you for my pleasure were spoken in the heat of the moment. You need not fear them. I will not force myself upon you. You've proven your obedience by exposing yourself to me without question. I will not ask that of you again. All your things will be brought here tomorrow and I'll send a page to fetch proper nightclothes right away."
She looked up at him in wonder. This was not the man she thought she knew. Even though she had no doubt he meant what he said about punishing her she was not afraid. She didn't want the spankings but that was his prerogative and right. She had no doubt that they would hurt and she would suffer greatly. He would not be gentle and she understood that. She feared the strap but not the man who would use it on her. She fell to her knees and said, "No Milord, let me stay as I am. I promised myself to you and will not renege. Ask anything and I will do it. I am your wife. All that I have and all that I am is now yours. Serving you is my duty and more than that, it is my desire. Punish me as often as you think I deserve or as often as you would like. Whether it be for chastisement or your pleasure, say the word and I will present myself in what manner and dress you think most appropriate."
Where did those words come from? She never imagined she would say such things to any man much less this one. What's more, she really meant it.
He lifted her and effortlessly carried her to the bed. Although she was not a worldly woman she heard other women talk and knew something of the ways to please a man. What she didn't know she learned that night.
After he exercised his conjugal rights she was more satisfied than she ever thought possible but each time she thought of how good it felt and how she had returned his ardor she felt ashamed. It was true she had promised (or had been promised) to be his wife and would submit to all his desires and obey him as a wife should but she found the ease in which she accepted her role disconcerting. This was the man she reviled above all else and she vowed to find no joy in serving him. She looked at him lying so peacefully and so darn handsome and she cried herself to sleep.
When she woke up the next morning he was already dressed. He smiled down at her but she pulled the covers up to her chin and turned her face away. She did not see his disappointment and when he spoke he displayed none of the affection she felt from him prior to and after he took her to his bed. She was, in some manner, disappointed but mostly relieved to know he also held no illusions about their so called `marriage' being more than obedience to the King. His only words were, "I've sent for your breakfast and made arrangements to have your belongings transferred here. Until then you can wear the dress you wore last night."
To emphasize her understanding of their relationship she stood up, opened her legs and put her hands under her breasts to raise and present them to him. With sarcasm dripping from every word she said, "I'm sorry Milord, You must forgive my foolish modesty. I forgot that you have rights given to you by the King. Are you sure you don't want to use this body to satisfy more of your lust before you leave?"
They glared at each other a moment and without a word he turned and stormed out of the room.
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