According to the script, Mike was supposed to bring me to my knees, force me to open her pants with my mouth, lick her clit, and then, as the script put it, “etc.” But Mike was doing something different. She was pushing up her T-shirt on one side, exposing a breast, and pushing my mouth toward her nipple. “Go ahead,” she said, “show me what you can do. Suck on that.”

Something about the authority of her voice and the authority of that brown, pointed nipple made me forget myself. I leaned down and took it into my mouth. I’d barely closed my lips around it when Mike yelled “Hey!” and shoved me halfway across the room.

“What’s the deal, Jane?” she yelled, pulling her shirt down. I was confused.

The Run-Through (Jane)

“I’m sorry,” I laughed. “Trixie’s new. She just got a little carried away. She didn’t know that it’s impolite to touch an actress during a run-through. Did you, Trixie?”

Trixie looked mortified and stared at the ground.

“Say you’re sorry, Trixie,” I said, more sternly.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, still looking down.

“Not like that. Like you mean it.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, only a little more clearly. Mike stood with her arms crossed.

“Trixie, you’ve offended one of my best actresses. I think you’re going to have to show how sorry you are a little better than this.”

She looked up, flushed. “What do you want to do? Whip me? Throw me on the floor and teach me a thing or two? Or maybe I should kiss her feet?”

“Those are all fine ideas,” I said coolly. “You pick.”

She was mad now. “Or maybe I should read my little list while Mike holds me down and you spank me, since I’ve been such a bad girl.”

Mike spoke up. “Hey, Jane, I’m out of here. I’ll call you later about the contract.” Out the door she went. Trixie and I were alone.

The Training (Trixie)

I don’t know what made me say all those things, but I meant them. I was quiet with Mike gone, silently daring Jane to make it all a joke now that we were alone.

She sat down behind her desk and said, “Well, Trixie, what will it be?”

I remained silent.

“I think we’re both agreed that you’re in need of some correction. You’ve made several mistakes this morning, and it’s best not to defer our discipline and training session too long. Since you don’t seem able to decide on what your punishment should be, I will.”

I felt nervous, excited, unreal. The boss and I were about to go over.

“Take your list, Trixie, and put it on the desk.”

I did.

“Now pull up your skirt and hold it up.”

I did. My body blushed, my pussy contracted, and the blood rushed to my clit.