Stephen glared at Sarah. He declared, “you were disobedient. As a girl you must always obey the man in authority over you. You must obey me until I tell you who you belong to instead.”

Sarah begged, “I’m sorry, sir! Please don’t punish me!”

“It’s too late for that.”

Sarah was yanked over Stephen’s knees by her wrist. She instinctively threw her hands in front of her to protect her face. Her torso landed on his lap. The wind was briefly knocked out of her. She felt him pull up her pleated tartan miniskirt, then pull her panties down to her knees. She could feel a cold breeze on her bare butt. She was in the perfect position to be endlessly disciplined over the knee. She didn’t dare resist him.

She begged, “sir, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

In reply, she felt his thick paddle impact hard on her ass. She nearly saw stars from the pain.

She begged, “I’ll be good, sir! I’ll be a good girl! I’ll be obedient and submissive and respectful! I will! I will!”

“Oh, you will be. I’ll ensure your ass knows you must obey the man in authority over you.”

He began repeatedly walloping her ass. Sarah grabbed the chair legs, as she was required to do. Her tears weren’t from acting. Her ass was on fire from the harsh paddling he was giving her.

She could feel her breasts partly emerge from her crop top. She was over his knees, so some of her breasts were spilling out of her minimum-coverage bra and the scooped neckline of her crop top. Her crop top had also crept up, revealing her breasts from beneath. The blistering pain from her unprotected ass made her exposure a secondary consideration.

She soon begged, “please no more, please, I’ll obey, I’ll obey!”

He responded by walloping her further. Sarah couldn’t see it, but she was partly convinced her ass was nearly black by now. She tightly gripped the chair legs as if she were in a hurricane. Her tears flowed down from her eyes to the carpet.

“Please sir, I’ll do anything you say.”

“Anything? Good. Strip and get on your knees. Suck my cock.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sarah got up and rushed to remove her clothing. She yanked off her crop top, then pulled her pleated miniskirt down to her ankles. Exposed in her underwear, she unhooked her tiny red bra. She shrugged off the bra. She pulled her panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of her clothing. She was now completely nude. She knelt in front of him and fished out his hard cock. She began fellating him.

She found this process vaguely humiliating. Being nude, on her knees, and sucking his cock was not a path to feeling empowered. She reminded herself that she had a job to do.

She was soon taking his cock deep. She pleasured him further with her tongue. She face-fucked herself, doing her best to satisfy him. She looked up into his eyes to see if she was pleasuring him. His grinning face made it clear he was enjoying himself.

Stephen commanded, “turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”

Sarah immediately obeyed. She heard his pants drop. She felt him kneel behind her and steady himself against her body. She felt his cock thrust harshly into her cunt. She grunted as he claimed her. He thrust in and out, in and out.

Sarah briefly contemplated how far she’d fallen. Years ago she would have never considered anything like this. What’s more, while Stephen was a fellow actor in this porno, he was also the man paying to fuck her. By definition, that made her a whore. This recording was the confirmation, to the world, that she was a whore. From now on, she would be known as a porn star and a whore. She felt an onset of shame. She knew she was a whore. She had resigned herself to it. She had decided that this option was better than being trapped forever serving as a whore. With the amount of money that Stephen was paying, at least she could say she was an expensive whore.

As he fucked her, Stephen said, “you will always have a male guardian. You’ll do what he says, or you’ll be disciplined and fucked and do it anyway. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir! I’ll be a good girl, sir! I’ll obey, I’ll submit, I’ll be respectful!”

Now that he had penetrated her, she had expected to enjoy getting fucked in her cunt. Stephen was clearly an experienced lover. Her clit did feel some pleasures, yet her ass was ablaze. This doused out many pleasures she might have otherwise enjoyed. Stephen wasn’t her boyfriend. He was a man she didn’t know well. He was a man who was paying to fuck her. Her feeling of shame increased. She stared down at the carpet. She wasn’t especially submissive. Yet after being spanked, forced to suck his cock, and forced to be fucked on her hands and knees, she found herself mentally retreating to a kind of sub-space. She gave up trying to be in control. She simply accepted his fucking of her cunt. She found a kind of peace in this decision. He continued fucking her as she mentally retreated further and further into a subby state.

Several times he asked if she would be a good girl. Every time she replied, “yes, sir, I’ll be a good girl, sir! I’ll obey, I’ll submit, I’ll be respectful!” Sometimes he’d ask if he had the right to make demands of her. Every time she replied, “yes, sir, you have every right, sir.” Increasingly she felt like she was a robot responding to her stimuli.

Stephen pulled out and announced, “next, your ass.”

This announcement completely woke Sarah out of her subby state. She nearly panicked, even though she had known this was coming. She’d been fucked in her cunt many times throughout her life. In the right situation she loved getting fucked in her cunt. She’d never been fucked in her ass, though. She’d heard it hurt. Stephen’s cock was larger than any she’d seen. His girth might hurt any woman. Still, she’d signed the contract. She was no quitter.

Sarah angled her hips so it would be easier for Stephen to penetrate her ass. She felt him put some lube on and in her anus. Her body was ready. Her mind was not.

Stephen put his hard lubed cock at her anus and slowly pushed in. Her virginal anus resisted, but Stephen’s cock was not taking “no” for an answer. She felt her anus, and then her anal canal, being harshly stretched as Stephen’s cock slowly defeated her ass. Sarah felt a painful fullness grow and grow in her anal canal and rectum. She couldn’t help herself as she said, “oh, oh, OH!”

Stephen began fucking her ass, slowly thrusting in and out. Sarah found each movement to be painful. Getting fucked in the ass, after a harsh spanking, was no joke. She did her best to not reveal her pain with her words or her face. She grunted and breathed hard and grunted again as he began fucking her hard in the ass.

Sarah found the pain increased on each stroke. Soon her pain was indescribable. She’d been afraid of being fucked in the ass. She realized she hadn’t been afraid enough. Within moments she was debating about saying the safe word. She needed the money. Yet her suffering was far more than she’d expected. Surely he’d understand? Surely he’d change the scene if she told him the problem? She knew better, of course. The contract was clear. She was no quitter, anyway. She simply needed to survive this for a short time, and then they’d be done. She reminded herself that she only needed to hold out briefly.

After several more agonizing minutes, Stephen came into her ass. She felt his cum slicken her vulnerable insides. He pulled out, much to her relief. She stayed on her hands and knees, facing away from him.

Stephen said, “I am the man in authority over you. Do you acknowledge that I have the right to make such demands of you?”

“Yes, sir, you have every right, sir,” Sarah replied.

“From now on, what will you be?”

“I’ll be a good girl for the man in authority over me.”

“What is a good girl?”

“A good girl is a girl who always obeys, submits to, and respects the man in authority over her.”

“Good. Get dressed and stand next to me.”

Sarah retrieved her clothing and began getting dressed. She started with her red lacy panties, even though the panties were so minimal in the front that they did not cover her vulva. She put on her red lacy bra, even though it covered little and her nipples were clearly visible through its material. She donned the pleated tartan miniskirt, though its shortness conspired to reveal her vulva when she moved. She finally put the crop top back on, even though its lack of sleeves, wide deeply scooped neckline, and peepholes in its material ensured it hid little.

She carefully placed herself back on the mark where she’d started, as required by the screenplay. Stephen was again sitting on the chair, exactly where he’d started as well.

Stephen announced, “I am giving you to another man. You will need to be a good girl for him, as the way to be a good girl for me.”

Sarah did her best to look horrified at this announcement. It was part of the screenplay, of course. She had decided that if she was going to be a well-known porn star, then damn it all, she was going to do her best to be a good porn star. She’d had some training as an actress. This was the big plot twist in the sketch. She’d practiced this horrified look for days. She replied, “please don’t, sir!”

Stephen said, “I’m beyond disappointed in you. You said you were going to be a good girl. I’m going to punish you until you learn to always be a good girl.”

Sarah begged, “I’m sorry, sir! Please don’t punish me!”

“It’s too late for that.”

Sarah was yanked over Stephen’s knees by her wrist. She instinctively threw her hands in front of her to protect her face. Her torso landed on his lap. The wind was briefly knocked out of her. She felt him pull up her pleated tartan miniskirt, then pull her panties down to her knees. She could feel a cold breeze on her bare butt. She was in the perfect position to be endlessly disciplined over the knee. She didn’t dare resist him.

She begged, “sir, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

In reply, she felt his thick paddle impact hard on her ass. She nearly saw stars from the pain.

She begged, “I’ll be good, sir! I’ll be a good girl! I’ll be obedient and submissive and respectful! I will! I will!”

“Oh, you will be. I’ll ensure your ass knows you must obey the man in authority over you.”

He began repeatedly walloping her ass. Sarah grabbed the chair legs. Her tears weren’t from acting. Her ass was on fire from the harsh paddling he was giving her.

She soon begged, “please no more, please, I’ll obey, I’ll obey!”

He responded by walloping her further. Sarah couldn’t see it, but she was sure her ass was nearly black by now. She tightly gripped the chair legs as if she were in a hurricane. Her tears flowed down from her eyes to the carpet.

“Please sir, I’ll do anything you say.”

“Anything? Good. Stand up, and return to your position.”

“Yes, sir!”

Sarah couldn’t move fast enough. This wasn’t merely acting. Two spankings had truly left her ass in a volcano-like state. She was eager to move on. At least it was nearly over.

Stephen announced, “As I said, I am giving you to another man. You will need to be a good girl for him, as the way to be a good girl for me.”

Sarah replied, “yes, sir! I will be a good girl!”

“That’s better. Kneel here with your hands behind your back. You will stay in that position until you’re told otherwise.”

She knelt as required. He stood and tied a large blindfold over her eyes. The blindfold was a good one. She couldn’t see anything at all.

She could hear Stephen walk behind her. He declared, “In a moment, I will remove the blindfold. You will look ahead at the man in the chair. He will be the new man in authority over you. From now, on you will be a good girl for that man. You will obey him, submit to him, and respect him, with absolutely no limits. Pleasing him will be your reason to live. Pleasing him will be your purpose in life. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir, I understand! I will obey!”

She heard a door open and another man walk in. She heard the other man close the door, walk to the chair, and sit.

The blindfold was removed. Sarah saw a man, a complete stranger to her, sitting on the chair.

Sarah did her best to act as if she was enthralled by the man in front of her. Acting while not enthralled, and with her ass on fire, was difficult. She declared, “sir, you are the man in authority over me. Pleasing you is my reason to live. Pleasing you is my purpose to live. I will always be a good girl for you. I will obey you, submit to you, and respect you, with absolutely no limits.”

The man in the chair smiled and said, “good to know. Suck my dick.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sarah sidled up to the stranger. She had agreed with Stephen that she wouldn’t ever meet the man before performing, to make her surprise on seeing him for the first time seem genuine. Sucking the stranger’s dick without having met him, while trying to look enthralled, was a challenge for her acting abilities. She did her best. In five minutes he came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

She settled back on her knees and looked up at him. She declared, “thank you, sir, for becoming my master.” She gazed into the stranger’s eyes with as much of a look of adoration as she could muster. Through her body she did her best to ooze a longing to please him.

The voice from behind the bookcase yelled, “CUT!”

The stranger whose dick she’d sucked said “thanks” and walked out.

Sarah collapsed onto the floor. She sobbed. Her ass was on fire. She felt humiliated and ashamed. The one good thing was that she had made it. This was the hardest thing she’d ever done. She’d been tempted, but she’d resisted the temptation to say the safe word. The money was hers. She felt that she had earned it.

A crewman walked into the room and gave her a wet towel, a dry towel, and a bottle of water. She mumbled “thanks” through her tears as he left.

Stephen sat on the chair. He told her, “amazing job. Fantastic. You were a trooper. I didn’t hold back.”

Sarah gave a wry smile through her tears. She looked up and replied, “I could tell you didn’t hold back. My ass is still on fire.”

“Rest. That’s what you need now. You’ve earned your rest. Stay here as long as you like today. We have a lounge you can use once you’re ready to get up. There are some snacks and drinks there that I think you’ve earned. Change to your street clothes or leave whenever you want. We’re backing up the data now to ensure it’s not lost. We’ll soon begin processing the data to create both brain-movies. We hope to finish in three weeks, but we won’t declare them finished until they’re great. We’ll let you know when you can experience one of the world’s first high-resolution brain-movies.”

“I never want to experience that again.”

“We recorded my experience, too. You can choose that experience instead. I think you’ll find that playback remarkable.”

She weakly replied, “fair enough.”

Sarah was understandably curious. She should have run instead.