“First of all, never call me ma’am again. I don’t care if you’re a Texan boy at heart. Secondly, I can show you how spanking should feel. Drop your pants and bend over.” She was clearly demonstrating how a command should sound, and she was right. She hadn’t raised her voice or sounded angry, but there was something in her tone that made it clear my obedience was a foregone conclusion.

As I moved to comply, she said, “What, no grin with a juvenile joke?”

“I don’t joke about my work either.” I barely resisted grinning at her.

I dropped my jeans, stepped out of them, and draped them over a chair, thankful I’d overcome my hard-on. For now. Then, I went and stood leaning over the back of the couch.

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.