The Director

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The Director

(***, M/f, Intense, paddling)

A Hollywood movie director has the opportunity to show his beautiful young star the meaning behind the story. (Approximately 2,825 words. Originally published 1995-10.)

"Come in!" I muttered in response to the soft knock. I glanced at the clock as I looked up--it was a quarter to midnight--and saw Tina Rossini standing shyly at my door. My eyebrows went up; I quickly hit "save" on the word processor and got up and greeted my movie star.

"Well, come on inside, Tina! What brings you by so late?"

"Hi, Tony," she said with that world famous melt-your-heart grin. "I'm not bothering you, am I?"

I stared at her in astonishment. Was she kidding? Not even of legal age and already her face is worth millions--just her name could open a picture--and here she stands wondering if she's bothering me! "Tina, you couldn't bother me if you tried," I exclaimed with a hearty laugh. She smiled and perched herself on the arm of one of my chairs and popped her gum noisily.

I eased myself onto the couch and tried not to notice how cute she looked even in her ordinary jeans and T-shirt. No point in her knowing I'd had a crush on her since she was about eight. Ridiculous, I know--she's half my age--but she has such _presence_. Ever since I saw her first movie I knew I wanted to direct her. I practically watched her grow up on screen, and even now I still can scarcely believe she's sitting so calmly across from me, a living, breathing doll. Trust me, she will bigger than Hepburn someday.

"So, what's up, Tina?" I asked finally. She didn't answer for a moment, munching on her gum thoughtfully as though it gave her courage. When she did speak it was in a quiet adult voice, serious and controlled. I'd seen her talking like that since she was ten and it always gave me the willies. She was far too mature for her age.

"I've been thinking about the Scene," she calmly. "I know I said I wouldn't do it, but I think I've changed my mind."

My heart did a little flip and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. "Is this what a heart attack feels like?" I thought with alarm. But I was too excited to be scared. Taking a deep breath I said, "You mean--"

"Yes. I'll do the nude scene."

"Wow!" my mind thought and began to spin out of control. Tina Rossini's first nude scene was going to be in _my_ picture--it'd be a classic. I could already imagine the buzz. But a part of me was worried. Why had she changed her mind?

"Have you spoken with Randy about this?" Randy Katsberg is her agent.

She shook her head and gave a delightful little shrug. "Naw. I make my own decisions."

"Well, you don't feel, er, _coerced_ or anything, do you?"

"Of course not. You didn't say I _had_ to do it--you just said you thought it'd be a better movie if I did it. I think I agree. Besides, you couldn't _make_ me anyhow."

That much was for certain. Our little star got whatever she wanted, including a new director, if it went that far. But I didn't have to worry about that--she and I got along great--our sense of humor was very similar and we even liked the same music and movies.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked casually.

She stood up and stretched. "Oh, different things. I mean, well, it has to happen some time, right? And this isn't a _sexual_ scene. It's just nakedness. I'd much prefer that than to have to do it for the first time while I'm pretending to hump some jock."

I nodded, my mind juggling the shooting schedule. "We can't shoot it for a couple of weeks, then."

Tina giggled. "Isn't that silly? I'm sure in a couple of weeks I'll be _much_ more mature!" In two weeks Tina would turn eighteen--though she easily played the fourteen-year-old girl in the movie.

I laughed with her. "I'll have Donna get you the consent forms in the morning. Did you have any questions about the scene?"

Tina shook her head, glancing up at me almost shyly. "Not really. It's quick, right? Just a shot or two of my bare ass, right?"

I shrugged. "Pretty much. It's shortly after your Daddy's paddling and your friends want to see your bottom, so you lift up your skirt and show them. The scene shows not only that your bottom is _really_ red and sore and the paddling was _real_, but that your character isn't too bothered by it. She's been spanked a lot, after all."

The cute little nymph before me giggled and turned away from me at this, and I thought I caught a glimpse of a deep blush on her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? "You understand?" I asked.

"Of course," she said in her most adult, most mature voice, but I detected a slight note of hesitation. Suddenly it dawned on me.

"You've never been spanked!" I exclaimed.

She whirled on me, eyes wide with alarm and caution. Then she dropped her gaze to the floor and blushed beautifully. "Well, no, not really."

"So you don't understand Sheila's character."

Again the girl nodded. "Why does she let her father treat her like that?"

"Well, for one, she deserves it," I pointed out carefully. "She'd disobeyed and he'd certainly warned her enough times. For another, a spanking isn't as horrible as it sounds. In many ways a spanking is very comforting. It sounds strange, I'm sure, if you aren't familiar with it, but spankings represent parental love and security. There's something extremely reassuring in knowing that misbehavior is going to lead to a definite punishment, quick and painful, yes, but followed by forgiveness and compassion."

Tina was watching me with the alert eyes of a hawk, soaking in every word of my impromptu lecture. I could tell she didn't completely understand.

"Haven't you ever done something naughty and gotten away with it?"

"Sure." Another delightful blush.

"Well, didn't you feel, at least a part of you, like you'd cheated? Didn't a part of you _long_ to get caught and be punished--if for nothing else just so that you knew that people around you cared enough to notice that you had misbehaved?"

I saw tears in Tina's large round eyes now, and I knew she was beginning to understand. "I--I often thought I could get away with anything," she said at last with such a huge gasp it almost sounded like she was sobbing. "Finally it became boring to do wrong--nobody cared anyway. I always wished--"

"Wished what?" My voice was soft and gentle.

"I wished someone would _stop_ me! I wished someone would have grabbed me by the shoulders and shaken me and slapped my face and said 'No! Good little girls don't do things like that!' But no one did."

I nodded. "I think you understand very well. No one likes to be ignored or to have their behavior excused for them. Deep down, every one of us feels responsible for our actions and has a need to take that responsibility. We want to feel that we can make mistakes and suffer the consequences. Spankings are a much safer consequence than those adults face--like divorce or prison."

Tina nodded excitedly, her face bright with passion at these newfound truths. "Yes, exactly! I see it now. A child commits a wrong _knowing_ that a spanking is the consequence and thus learns that in real life there are often painful consequences to one's actions! But the spanking doesn't permanently mar the child the way real life would."


"So Sheila, knowing that she deserves the paddling, really almost _wants_ it, doesn't she? That's why she accepts it so willingly!"

I grinned. "You are getting too smart for your britches, little girl!"

"Well, considering I never got spanked growing up I'd say I'm doing pretty good. I think I understand Sheila a lot better."



"Except what?"

At this poor little Tina blushed crimson and stared at the carpet again, as though it contained the secret to the universe. Finally she spoke, her voice so soft I had to strain to hear it. "Except I've never been spanked," she whispered. "What's it like? Does it _really_ hurt?"

I could scarcely breath, hearing her speak like this. The thought of that gorgeous little bottom being soundly spanked totally turned on every switch in my system. In a gruff and suddenly hoarse voice I growled, "Well, there's one solution to that problem..."

She leapt to her feet and clapped her hands together. "That's it!" she cried. "Come on!" Before I could open my mouth she was dragging me out of my office and down the deserted hallway. In minutes we'd reached the empty movie set and she flipped on one of the lights and went straight to the prop box and found the large wooden fraternity paddle we'd used in the spanking scene earlier that day.

"Here you go," she said with a huge sigh and handed me the paddle. "I just want to feel it. Give me a few strokes. Hard ones. J-just a few, though."

I watched her bend over in front of me, her pert little bottom peeking out at me from beneath the edge of her black T-shirt. I lifted the hefty paddle and slowly shook my head. Half-teasing, I said, "Well, this isn't quite fair, you know. Sheila didn't have all this padding to protect her." With my hand I bravely reached out and patted Tina's firm bottom, squeezing the material of her jeans, something I'd been dying to do for almost ten years.

"Oh," said the girl and then she nodded impulsively. "You are right. I need to experience a little of what Sheila experienced." Before I could pinch myself to prove I wasn't dreaming Tina had unbuckled her belt and dropped her jeans around her ankles. With a deep breath she slipped her panties down too, and bent back over. "Give me three," she whispered nervously, and she waited.

Seeing her bare bottom for the first time nearly drove me insane with desire. For weeks I'd been a buffoon around the set--flustered by this charming little minx every time I turned around. Now she was standing before me half-naked and begging me to paddle her saucy bottom. My cock was so stiff within my pants I thought I'd be having a medical problem soon if I didn't fix it, so I carefully repositioned it more comfortably and stepped behind little Tina and swung the paddle down hard with both hands.

WHAM! I didn't let up at all and gave her just what my frat brothers gave me a couple decades ago and she squealed and let out a cry like a kicked cat. She had leaped to her feet and now danced around the room clutching at her bottom, her jeans and panties abandoned. "Ouch! That fuckin' _hurt_!" she screamed. "Oh, God, I never thought it hurt that much!"

"You've got two more," I said firmly. "Get back in position or that one won't count."

"Oh, no, Tony, that one was enough. I don't need any more."

"Yes, you do," I said looking at her sternly. "You asked for three and you will receive three. Now get over here or I will come after you and give you ten!"

Tina's face went pale at that threat and slowly she nodded and returned. "You're r-right, I know, but n-not so hard this time, please?" she begged.

"Sheila didn't get to choose how hard her spanking was. She took whatever her father gave her. Now bend over." Something seemed to snap within Tina and she relaxed suddenly and bent over. She was nervous, I could tell, but she held on firmly and waited. "If you get up again we shall start over!"

WHAM! The second blow was even harder than the first, but Tina seemed to handle it better, gasping and wiggling frantically and begging me to stop. WHAM! The third blow was the hardest yet and I saw Tina was crying after that one. She slowly stood up and her hands went back to rub her bottom.

"Tut tut!" I cried and pulled her hands away. "Don't you dare! Let it burn as it should." She moaned loudly but didn't protest. After a couple of minutes watching her wiggle and cry slightly, I took my hand and placed it on her naked bottom. Her head raised up and her eyes went wide at my touch but she didn't say a word. I slowly rubbed her bottom for her and asked her how she liked it.

"Very good. Thank you," she breathed. "It's so warm. It feels rather good now. I can't believe it hurt so much!"

"Surprising, isn't it?" I said as I continued to rub.

"Amazing. I had no idea. I can't believe parents punish their kids like that!"

"All the time," I said softly. "Corporal punishment is actually still quite popular, as much as the media would like you to believe the opposite. It's extremely effective and many children prefer it to drawn-out groundings and endless lectures."

"Well, I can certainly see how it would build character!"

"Speaking of character," I said slowly, thoughtfully, pausing in my rubbing, "you uttered a particularly rude word a minute ago. I've never heard you talk like that before."

"Oh," said Tina and I saw she was blushing fiercely. "Sorry. I-I was caught by surprise by that first blow. I had no idea it would hurt so badly."

"Well, that's still no excuse. If I was your father you'd get your mouth washed out with soap and good long dose of the paddle."

"Ouch!" exclaimed Tina as my hand pinched slightly as I spoke. She stood up, rubbing her bottom and stepping away from me. "I think that's enough."

"Don't you think you deserve something for your foul language?"

Tina glanced at the upheld paddle in my hand and then looked into my eyes. "Well..."


"Well, okay, you're right. Give me two more." She turned and bent in front of me.



"I said 'No.' You have heard the word before, I presume?"

Tina looked back at me in astonishment. "But I thought-- Why did-- Well why not?" she finally exclaimed in exasperation.

"Cause it's not fair for you to choose your own punishment. No, you deserve ten swats and that's what I'm going to give you. Ten swats, take it or leave it."

"Ten!" Her voice went very high and trembled slightly. "I can't take ten!"

"Keep in mind a real spanking would be much more than that," I said quietly. "This is just for you to get a little experience. Ten is the minimum for you to learn what a spanking really feels like. Three is nothing."

There was a long pause as Tina thought this through. Finally she nodded. "All right. I'll take the ten."

"If you get up or try to cover yourself we will start over."

"Okay, okay, let's just get this over with, okay?"

I shrugged. "Whatever you want," I said with a huge smile and proceeded to smack those yummy cheeks until they gleamed bright red and pulsed like an organ. I didn't spare the girl at all but gave her the full court press. She was weeping quietly when I finished and the large room still echoed with the enormous slams of the paddle. It took her a very long time to stand up and she didn't speak at first. Somehow I knew what she was feeling and I took her in my arms and hugged her and she hugged me so tight I could barely breathe.

"Thank you, Tony!" she whispered. "That was amazing! I--I've never felt anything like that in my whole life. I felt so alive, so real. It hurt unbearably--but it wasn't a sick pain like when you break your arm or something--more like the ache after a long workout at the gym. A good pain. It was invigorating, in fact!"

I smiled. "So, how would you like to reshoot some of that paddling scene we did this morning with you _really_ getting it?"

Tina's eyes went wide and she blushed deeply. "Uh, I don't think so, Tony. Er, let's just keep this between us, okay?"

I nodded. Sure, whatever. Anything to keep my little star happy. "Next time you need some you just come to me," I said with a broad wink, but I saw from the alarmed and confused expression on Tina's face that she took me seriously.

"S-sure, Tony. I'll let you know." Her face was red as we left the room and parted. As I watched her trotting down the corridor I had this distinct feeling I'd be seeing her again soon.

The End

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