“I mean it...as soon as I’m done these next two movies it’s over, I swear;” she whined, “but I needed to do it for my career. I’m not exactly in demand you know; with the economy... Plus I still have a bit of an accent, I need a coach to get my voice right. I did have a part last month in that theatre production...”
She was grasping at straws but had a point. There were a million girls trying to be the next big thing, and just not enough roles for all of them. Cassie was gorgeous and a decent actress, but these two films she’d married her way into were probably her only shot at any sort of following.
True or not he wasn’t just planning to let it go easily. After the stress she’d put him through she was going to get the spanking of a lifetime.
“Aw, c’mon big daddy...you know it’s you I want,”
“I’m still your best student, right?”
She leaned forward and flashed a wicked grin,, showing off her big, bouncy tits. She was wearing his favourite kind of outfit, as she always did did when they they met up. Short, tartan mini skirt, sheer blouse and panties.
Sometimes she wore a bra, but today she’d done without and her could see the dark shadows of her big, pointy nipples through the transparent blouse.
She made him crazy. But his anger was swallowing up the insatiable appetite he usually had for her, and if there was any hope of him getting off tonight it would have to come at her expense. More so than usual.
It’s hard to punish a girl who likes to be spanked, and Cassie was that girl. She’d first been over his knee two years ago when she came to the club looking for help with a spanking scene in some B list film. The way she gasped and sighed, wriggling around on his lap as he spanked her made his dick stand taller than it had in a very long time.
He’d never caught the title of the movie but for sure it was a hot scene if she had behaved the same way with the cameras rolling. They’d begun meeting up at the club casually, and she discovered her true passion was getting spanked, and he was all too happy to indulge the voluptuous young woman’s wishes. She spent hours over his knee, always in a too-short pleated skirt with her lush derriere hanging out, begging to be squeezed and slapped.
“So you went and married to some schmuck---without any thought to mention it to me---to get into a couple of lousy movies? Thats what you’re saying?”
He wasn’t planning to drop it, no matter how cute or mad she got.
She shook her head in disbelief, pouting a little.
“You don’t have to be such a jerk. I’m still gonna come see you,” she assured him, getting up from the chair to grab his hands.
“Besides, who knows...maybe someone will make me a better offer.”
He didn’t know what to make of her last comment, but her lax attitude toward the whole charade made him even more furious.
“You selfish little bitch,” he grabbed her thighs roughly, hooking his fingers into the sheer stocking tops.
“Hey, don’t rip my stockings; I just got em!”
“Your fucking stockings? You lying, sneaking little slut! You could have at least told me.”
He jumped up and leaned close into her face, glaring at her through narrowed eyes.
“If you told me I would have understood.”
Exasperated, Cassie tossed her hand in the air and rolled her eyes.
“Oh...like you’re understanding now?” she muttered sarcastically.
It was all he needed and he was furious now; he grabbed tightly onto the sheer stockings and gave a hard pull, shredding the delicate fabric, leaving them streaked with runs and unrecognisable as a garment.
“What the fuck?” She was angry, but didn’t try to break free of his grip.
“Where did you get these anyway? I don’t remember buying those.”
He knew they weren’t a gift from him, he always shopped at the same place for her clothes and those stockings weren’t anything they carried.
“Randy picked them up them for me.” She admitted quietly.
“I figured as much,” he bellowed, enraged that she would knowingly wear them to see him.
“Randy...I don’t ever want to hear you mention that fucking name here. Got it? Randy does not exist here!”
He paced back and forth for a moment then grabbed the black bag off the desk.
“Why don’t you put your new ones on?” He tossed the bag toward her feet and glared at her.
“Why so you can rip those too?”
She was getting braver now, challenging his demands. He was never going to get anywhere like this.
“I won’t,” he held his hand out in a peace offering “I promise I won’t, I was just really pissed. You have to understand it was a bit of a shock.”