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"Robert, reach out and hold Kayla's forearms. Grip her hard and don't let go of her for any reason. If she pulls away we'll have to start all over again and believe me, she's not going to want that to happen. You may think you're hurting her, but I assure you that by holding her in place, you are helping her get her correction over as quickly as possible."
Before she could wiggle out of place, Randy bent to grasp her left ankle, slipping the leather cuff on that he'd bought at the store only an hour before. He buckled the restraint to her tightly and pulled the attached flat rope wide, dragging her left leg with it. He tied her restraint to the left leg of the large desk, making sure to knot it securely to prevent her yanking free.
As expected, Kayla began to struggle vigorously to free herself from the precarious position she found herself in. At the sound of her strangled cry Randy threw Robert a warning glare over her bare back. He'd half expected his cousin to come to the starlet's defense, but instead found barely concealed lust on Robert's face. He may be protesting verbally to Randy's plan, but the predatory glint in his cousin's eyes made it clear he would not be interfering on behalf of the sexy woman now sprawled across his desk.
Randy made quick work of securing her right leg to the other side of the desk. It was a large piece of furniture, so her legs were splayed open an indecent width. Only the thin bikini panties protected her modesty in any small measure. Randy needed to remove her last protection to complete his preparations.
The panties were surprisingly easy to rip off her body. The lacy thinness fell to the floor, exposing to his scrutiny her bare, damp, and red pussy. It was easy to see her private flesh was already irritated from its earlier pounding. He’d been looking forward to punishing the already irritated cunt exposing him as the sadist he was. It was the growing inkling of guilt he felt for pushing her so hard and fast, that surprised him.
Randy moved to the side of the desk so he could watch Kayla’s face as he spoke to her. The unexpected defiance he saw through the tears in her eyes challenged him. Guilt aside, he knew he wouldn't be stopping until those expressive eyes were filled with regret and humility.
"It's time to get started with your first of what I suspect will be many training sessions, Ms. Black. We will be spending quality time together as I groom you to be the perfect porn star. You'll be rewarded with money, fame, and respect if you stick with me. If you continue to defy me, you'll find yourself rewarded with intense pain instead. The choice will be yours.”
Randy reached for the buckle of his belt. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling the wide leather from its loops with a swoosh. By the time it was free, shocked awareness filled her face.
"You barbarian. You can't be serious. You're going to use your belt on me?"
"I’ve planned forty-five lashes, one for each minute you were late to the set. I'll add ten more for not using the proper title. My name is, sir. Let's see if my belt can help you remember.”
He may be a hard-ass but even Randy knew a novice like Kayla deserved a warm-up before submitting to a severe punishment. Her cute yelps of pain as he used the flat of is palm to warm the milky skin of her bottom turned his cock to steel.
Once her ass was a nice shade of pink, he wasted no more time. Stepping back to angle his body, Randy pulled his arm back and delivered a strong strike directly in the middle of her creamy white ass. Her surprised squeak tweaked his cock, but he didn't give her time to recover. Randy landed the first strokes in a fast flurry, moving from one blazing strike to the next, quickly building a fire across her ass.
By the time he took a break after the first ten lashes, Kayla was screaming louder than if she'd been cast as the lead in a horror movie.
The only reason Randy took a break at all was to inspect his handy work. Doubts about her questionable consent aside, he was still a dominant and that meant he would never do anything that would truly hurt someone in his care. Seeing the fiery splotch on her right hip, he knew the flick of the end of the belt was delivering the hardest punishment. He moved to her right and began the next set of ten from the other side of her body to ensure the pain was evenly distributed across her entire ass.
Kayla was still struggling like a mad woman to escape. Her toes didn't even touch the floor, but she was jerking her body so hard in her attempt to escape the bite of pain his belt was delivering that the entire desk had moved from its original spot.
Through her sobs, she finally spoke. "Oh, God. You have to stop! It's too much. You're killing me."
"No, Ms. Black, I'm training you. What lesson have you learned so far?"
"That you are a deranged asshole!"
He was glad she couldn’t see the smile that came to his face with her insult. He honestly admired her spunk and more importantly, appreciated the challenge of taming the wild beauty.
Randy had been holding back some of his strength for the last set, but with her continued sassy defiance, he decided ten full-force slaps with the belt were just the attitude adjustment she needed to start dousing her insolence. For several long minutes, the only sounds in the office were the stern strikes of his leather belt striking flesh followed by Kayla’s wailing sobs. He settled into a steady pace that allowed her to feel each full-force lash as it seeped into her body. Then, just as her panic would douse, he struck again, never letting her fully recover.
He lost track of the strike count. Several times, her pleas tugged at his conscience enough that he hesitated, yet he pushed forward knowing he couldn't stop until she surrendered to his authority. Only then could they move on to the next phase of her intimate training.
It took five long minutes for Kayla to stop her manic struggles and lay limp across the desk, moaning, crying, and hiccupping as she finally resigned herself to her fate, turning herself over to the pain.
Kayla didn't seem to notice when he let the belt fall to the floor. His inspection with his calloused palm confirmed the globes of her ass and tender sit-spot were beet-red and fiery hot to the touch.
The well roasted bottom he’d expected, but it was her dripping wet pussy he was not entirely surprised to see. Her brain may have hated what he’d done to her, but her body was primed and ready for much more intimate attention. The sexy scent of her open core called out to him like a siren, begging for him to shift his focus to her pleasure next.
Testing his burgeoning theory, Randy slid two fingers through her sopping wet slit. The erotic moan filling the room confirmed Ms. Black may protest his treatment with words, but her body was telling him the truth. The slow rotation of her hips as she wiggled seductively in her restraints was a clear sign of what she wanted. And who was Randy to deny her body what it clearly was aching for?
“It seems your body is enjoying your first training session.” He slid a fingertip over the puffy hood of her clit, pulling a groan of need from his captive. “What do you have to say? Would you like me to continue with your training today or would you prefer to go home and lick your wounds… figuratively of course.”
Randy paused before going in for the kill. “Before you answer, you should be aware that I’ll be putting you in a chastity belt before leaving today. Until further notice, you’ll be saving all of your sexual encounters for training sessions and for when you’re in front of the camera. Never again will you complain to a director that your pussy is too sore from having sex outside of work, is that clear?”
Randy spanked her red-hot ass to make his point.
“You can’t do that! My private life is my own.”
“Correction, you have no private life anymore. You want to be a star? Well, there are sacrifices that must be made to make that happen. If you are unable to abide by my rules, your free to leave, of course, but you can kiss your career in Hollywood goodbye.”
