Cool, casual, no big deal.
I’m a pro and I’m sure I’ve learned something stranger than this for a part. And she certainly does far crazier stuff than this. This is mundane to her.
She came and stood next to me with one hand on my lower back and the other demonstrating so I could see. “The first thing you need to be thinking about is how you’re holding your hand…is it stiff or loose? Is your palm flat or more cupped? There isn’t necessarily a wrong answer depending on your intention, but I usually advise a little more cupped with enough stiffness to get a good strike, but let your wrist be fluid.”
I would’ve given my left nut to get her to stop saying “stiff.” It was sending the wrong message to my man parts.
She gently spanked me as she showed me the difference in sound and feel in how she was holding her hand. There was no hesitation or shyness from her about it. She was completely matter-of-fact, so it became easier to focus on what she was teaching instead of tripping over the way she was touching me.
She said, “I don’t know the exact plan for filming yet, whether you’re really going to do the spanking or try to pretend, or have stunt doubles or what. Doesn’t really matter. If you know how to do the real thing, you’ll be far more convincing.”
She slapped my ass over my boxer briefs, showing me what the various levels of pressure felt like, where I could and couldn’t safely hit someone, and little tricks of the trade.
“The last few inches of the upper thigh below where it meets the cheek is what we call the sweet spot. It’s surprisingly sensitive and stings like a bitch if you hit it right. It can be a good way to keep your sub on their toes or change things up.”
The spanking itself wasn’t a turn-on for me, but her competence was. She was completely at ease, touching me like I belonged to her, and it was hot. And I felt bad that it was hot because she was just trying to do her damn job. But her job was so caught up in sexuality that it was hard to extricate one from the other. I just needed to not act on it and make her feel weird.
Oblivious to my internal struggles, she said, “If you know what you’re doing, you can make light pressure look heavy. Okay, now you try.”
She shrugged out of her jacket and started unbuttoning her pants.
“What are you doing?” I sounded as freaked out as I felt.
“I’m taking some clothes off. It’s easier to show you closer to skin. Don’t worry, I’m wearing boy shorts, Mr. Chase. I’ll try not to compromise your virtue.”
I muttered incoherent swear words and tried to sac up. I was not a lecherous coworker who had inappropriate thoughts about someone trying to teach me.
Shit, except I was.
And said teacher seemed to think it was funny. “I ask you to take your clothes off and you don’t even blink, but I reach for my pants and you turn into a blushing adolescent. Don’t you do naked scenes all the time? We’re both professionals.”
“Maybe I blush like a teenager for those too.” It was the best response I could come up with.
She switched places with me, bending at the waist and lifting her butt.
I was doomed.
I needed to focus on not making an ass of myself. Not her gloriously plump ass. That she was asking me to spank. Fuck.
I mimicked the way she’d stood next to me, left hand unsteady as I placed it on her lower back and lined my right up with her ass cheek. Then a new worry occurred to me, and I hesitated. “I don’t want to hurt you. I mean, I know the point is to hurt you. But I’m so much bigger and stronger than you.”
“That’s good. That instinct is healthy.” She looked back at me over her shoulder with a saucy smile. “But two things. One, I’m asking you to do it, so you need to respect my desires and not make your sub feel shame for wanting you to do it. And two, I spent years as a pro sub, so there’s not much you can do to my ass with your bare hand that’s going to faze me. I’ll let you know if you’re getting heavy. Remember, you want to stay away from my tailbone, hips, and spine. Aim for the fleshier parts of my butt or the upper thighs. Start light and it’ll be fine.”
Fine. It’ll be fine she says.
I took a deep breath, cupped my hand like she’d shown me, and experimented with light slaps, focusing on the mechanics of how it felt and what it sounded like instead of how soft she was and how her ass bounced alluringly when I tapped it.
“I’m not going to break. You should experiment while you have the chance. Try cupping or flattening your hand more and see what it changes in terms of sensation, sight, and sound. What makes it jiggle? What feels like it sinks deeper? Learning the difference between stingy and thuddy pain may not impact your performance much, but the more you know, the more authentic you can be.”
I did as instructed, trying different ways of striking and getting feedback from her as I went, feeling completely out of my element.
“Okay, now try getting progressively heavier and seeing how it changes things. He’s really giving it to her in this scene, so you won’t actually be hitting Melody, but will need to know how to hit something convincingly.”
Melody. Right. My future onscreen girlfriend who I would be acting this out with next. I’d been apprehensive about how that would go on set, but no longer had any fears about it. If I could make it through this, that would be a cake walk.
I spanked Elena harder and harder, noticing she started to squirm and curl her toes as I got heavier. When I pointed this out to her, she said, “Look at you, Mr. Chase. Perfect observations without me having to tell you. What you’ve picked up on is that right about there would be my pain level sweet spot. I’m out of my comfort zone. It hurts, but it’s the kind of pain that’s exhilarating, that makes you feel a little wild. Not the kind of pain that makes you shut down. Some people want the kind that wipes everything else away, but I like to be right on that edge.”
I maintained that level, discovering that spanking her didn’t necessarily turn me on, but her reactions to being spanked did. I loved the idea that I was making her feel something so intensely she was having to curl her toes.
