Cinnamon wiped off his face with a damp cloth, scowling. These amateurs really needed to learn to keep it clean when they were shooting; this was the fourth time he’d gotten cum on his face. He didn’t mind it when he was actually fucking, but when he had to reshoot the same scene ten times, it was annoying as shit.

“Cinnamon~” Moth sang, sidling into his dressing room. He smiled and turned to look at them. He raked his eyes up their legs–the longest, most beautiful legs he’d ever seen, followed immediately by the best ass for miles around. “You look upset. What’s wrong?”

“I’m not annoyed. Just… frustrated.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Get some actors who know how to fucking hold it in.” He dropped his washcloth on the table.

“That bad, huh?”

“I swear, it’s like they’ve never watched porn before.”

“Hm.” Cinnamon shook his head.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t be taking this out on you.”

“By all means, complain all you want. But…” He looked nervously at them. “…what if I offered to have an experienced partner show you how it’s done?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I’ll even let you film it as a demonstration video.” They winked and he gulped, arousal shooting straight to his dick. He’d fantasized about Moth more times than he’d care to admit.

“Lead the way, boss.” They smiled and walked out of the filming studio with him. “So, what are you planning? A little roleplay? Bondage? Femdom?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of…” Moth pinched his ass and he gasped “…punishment?”

Cinnamon stared at them, mouth agape. How had they known that he was an absolute slut for pain? He’d only done one spanking shoot, and that was a long time ago. He kept his masochism solely in the bedroom.

“After all, it’s bad practice to sleep with your boss. I’d want to… discourage the practice as much as possible.” They winked and opened the door to Cinnamon’s apartment. “Shall we?”

“I’ve been so naughty, Ma’am,” he breathed, stumbling into his apartment. Moth smirked and shut the door behind themself. They twisted his arm behind his back and frog-marched him to the bedroom. Red with dark brown, wood accents made it cozy and kinky at the same time. “I really need to be punished.”

“Is that so… slave?” His breath hitched and they leaned towards him, their breath warming his ear. “Be a good boy and turn on the camera.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” They released his arm and he went to the camera setup by the bed. Meanwhile, Moth went to pick out the toys for Cinnamon’s punishment. He had a wide variety of spanking implements. Paddles, hairbrushes, canes, floggers, belts… all in deep shades of red and brown.

“Tell me why you’re being punished,” Moth purred, standing up with a flogger in hand. Cinnamon just stared at them. “Hmm… failure to answer questions. I think that warrants an even greater punishment, don’t you?”

He gulped and slowly nodded. Moth slowly ran the tresses of the flogger along their hand, a sly smile on their face. He dropped his pants without even being told to.

“On the bed, slave. All fours.” He got in position, making sure his ass was facing the camera. He wasn’t an experienced actor for nothing. “Now… I think a nice, round ten strokes will suffice for now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He gasped as the flogger hit his ass.

“Not counting? I think that warrants an extra five strokes.” Cinnamon whimpered with lust, raising his ass. Moth hit him again.

“One. Th–Thank you, Ma’am.” His cock was getting hard already. He dutifully counted every stroke. Moth didn’t hit him too hard; each hit just felt like a pinch. “Fifteen, thank you, Ma’am.”

“Very good.” Moth ran a fingernail along his back. “But you’ve still been a very naughty boy, Cinnamon.”

“I know, Ma’am. I–I fucked one of the lighting people in a dressing room last week.”

“Cinnamon!” they gasped. “Do you think I’m going to excuse your slutty behavior? How unprofessional…”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

“Sorry doesn’t excuse your actions. I think ten strokes with the belt should teach you a lesson.” Cinnamon shuddered as Moth went to examine his belt collection. He had several sturdy, leather belts, all of which were designed for impact. “This is very nice… We’ll use this one.”

Moth snapped the belt down on the bed, right in front of Cinnamon’s face. He gulped. It was one of the most painful belts he owned. He looked up at Moth, whose eyes were glimmering with mischief.

“You will use the safeword ‘gingerbread,'” they said. Their tone was gentle, but they never lost the look on their face. He nodded and they folded the belt in half. “I tried to be gentle with the flogger, slave… but sluts like you need to be punished. You understand, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” They brought the belt down on his ass with a vicious snap. Cinnamon yelped and jolted forward. “One! Thank you, Ma’am!”

The strokes with the belt were more painful. Moth ensured that each stroke hit a different spot, some much more painful than others. By the tenth, Cinnamon was squirming, face scrunched up from the pain.

“Anything else you’d like to confess?” Moth asked tauntingly. They tossed the belt on the ground and began to gently rub his bottom. “I must say, your ass is a lovely shade of pink. Personally, I prefer a little more red… Maybe some nice, purple bruises?”

“I’m the one who graffitied the set when we did the threesome shoot?” he squeaked out. Moth snickered.

“That was you?” He looked back at them to see that they were genuinely grinning. “Don’t worry, you won’t face any professional consequences.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“But such behavior does warrant a punishment,” they purred, giving his ass a smack. “I think the paddle should teach you a nice lesson.”

“Oh, fuck…” Cinnamon dropped his head on the bed. The paddle was his least favorite toy. It was what he used when he actually deserved a punishment.

“Paddle? Or cane?” He looked up to see Moth holding the two implements up. “I’ll be nice and let you choose, slave.”

“Cane, please.” They set the paddle down.

“Bend over the bed.” He obediently crawled off the bed, bending over with his ass to the camera. It was starting to burn now. “How much do you like the cane, slave?”

“It’s alright. I can handle it pretty well, but it’s not fun.”

“Twenty strokes should take care of you.”

“Twenty?” Cinnamon yelped.

“I could make it twenty-five if you’d prefer.” Cinnamon fell quiet, pressing his face into the mattress. “Hold out your hands.”

“Oh, no.” He reluctantly stretched his hands out in front of him, palms up on the bed. He hissed in pain as the cane landed squarely on his palms. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Good boy. Count.” They laid painful stripes down his ass with the cane, hitting his sit-spots with extra force.

“Fifteen! Fuck! Agh!” he cried. Tears were pricking at his eyes. “Thank you, Ma’am!”

“Sixteen! Thank you, Ma’am!”

“Seventeen! God, that hurts! Thank you, Ma’am!”

“Eighteen! Thank you, Ma’am!” he sobbed out, tears starting to stain the bedsheets.

“Two more, slave. Can you handle them?” He slowly nodded. “Use your words, slave.”

“Yes, Ma’am. It feels so good! Agh, nineteen! Thank you, Ma’am!”

“Twenty!” he gasped. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Good boy.” Moth rubbed his ass, their hands cool to the touch. His ass was burning and he could almost feel the redness. “Good slave.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” he panted, sniffling. They carefully flipped him over and he winced at the pressure of the mattress against his ass. His pain quickly faded as they started to suck his cock. “Oh~”

“Mm~” Moth hummed, sending vibrations down his cock. He tensed with pleasure, letting out a strangled moan.

“Thank you, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.” He kept repeating the phrase like a mantra until he was moaning desperately. Moth pulled off his cock with a soft ‘pop’ right as he came. “Thank you, Ma’am~!”

“Good boy,” they purred. “You took your punishment so well.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“How would you like to be my little punishment slave forever?” He lifted his head, looking at them with wide eyes. “We still have so many toys to try, still.”

“Yes, please, Ma’am.” They grinned and gave him a wink.

“Now, let’s get you taken care of. I’m sure your ass is burning like crazy, hm?”

“I don’t mind.” He shot them a wink and they laughed. “But a little lotion would be nice.”