Page 18 of Her Hollywood Master

She stepped into the shower—the same shower where Joel had shaved her pussy and taken her up against the wall.Things seemed completely different now, the next day.She still had her screwed up life to figure out and Joel...well, Joel was just trying to make a movie.She needed to remember that.She would hold up her end of the bargain, but losing herself in this illusion of being taken care of would be dangerous.

She got out of the shower and toweled off.She found her clothes from the day before neatly folded on his dresser.She brought them to her face and sniffed.Freshly laundered.She slipped them on and wandered out to the living room, standing at the glass wall overlooking the ocean.

“Did I say you could get dressed?”

She whirled around to find Joel standing behind her in nothing but his pajama pants, his arms folded across his muscled chest.

She wanted to brush him off—she wasn’t in the mood for his games.Instead, she sighed.“No, sir.”

“Take them off.”

Her pulse quickened.Well, at least playing the game was better than awkward morning-after conversation.She pulled off her shirt and tossed it on the couch.

He pointed at it.“Neatly folded.”

She rolled her eyes and picked it up, folding it into a neat square.She removed her bra and placed it on top.

He waited, his glittering eyes traveling over her body.

She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off, along with her panties.She shrugged.“Okay.They’re off.”

“Bend over the arm of the sofa,” he said, his voice silky.

“Why?”she demanded.

“Instant obedience,” he reminded her, strolling to the kitchen.

“It’s too early for this,” she grumbled.

“It is certainly too early for you to be getting sassy with me,” he said.

She heard the rattle of the drawer open and close.He held the big wooden spoon in his hand when he returned.He sauntered to her side and ran a hand over her bare ass.

She squeezed her eyes closed.“I don’t want this,” she said, kicking up her legs even though he hadn’t started.

He continued to stroke her.“This isn’t punishment, little girl.This is stress relief.You’re nervous about the meeting and I’m going to take the edge off.”

She stood up, but he put a hand on her upper back and pushed her back down.“Wait—what?”

“You need a spanking.”

“I do?”

He slapped her bottom and immediately rubbed away the sting.

Okay, maybe she didn’t mind it so much.He repeated the action several times, warming her skin without really hurting her.

She sighed, giving herself over to him.

“I need you to remember who is in charge of you when we’re at that meeting.”He continued his slapping and rubbing, until she began to welcome it.He began to pick up the speed, omitting the rubbing in between.“You have been a naughty girl.You will go in and act contrite.You will say very little.I’ll do the talking.Understand?”

“Yes,” she gasped, the intensity beginning to pick up.

“Your agent and your mother will probably be there.Who is in charge of you?”

She hesitated, understanding his question.Did she really trust him to run her life?Wasn’t that Julie and her mom’s job?It frightened her to have to please all three of them.How would that work?

Joel stopped spanking her.“Are you in or out?”he asked.