Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Karen's Apology (FF, humil)
Date: 3 Oct 1995 23:36:45 GMT

			   Karen's Apology

	Karen lowered the shades in her bedroom, undressed, flicked
the light off, and sunk into bed. She thought for a few moments about
the studio work in the morning, Voice overs, words and pictures and
she fell asleep quickly. Almost everything sold is a lie, the agencies
sell body parts, hands, legs, voices, and faces. Never connected
except for when they leave the editor's cuts and patches. Karen's own
voice was sometimes doctored, too. Machines compressed her speech, and
saved a second here, a moment there, more bang for the buck!

	Karen appeared at the appointed time in the morning, and was
surprised to see that the sponsor of the commercial had sent a
representative to watch this part of the production. They exchanged a
brief, assessing glance at each other. Karen had little respect for
anyone not familiar with the business, and considered this presence to
be an annoyance. Karen had worn a tough looking leather outfit,
heels, and had just pulled her hair back into a comb. The producer
handed her a script, and set Karen up in the sound booth that was to
be used. Karen watched the tape machine a few times, and then gave
the sign that she "Got it", as the sound engineer made some last
minute adjustments to the board.

	Words flowed from Karen, as if spoken for the first time,
non-regional, natural, with inflection creating a mood as she went,
her voice riding the ups and downs of the text like landscape. Half-
way into the take, the prim looking representative stood up, yelling
"Cut! Cut! This is all wrong!"

	Karen, pissed, threw off the headset, yanked open the door,
and joined the huddle that was forming on the studio floor. Karen
approached the producer, asking "What the hell is SHE doing here? Get
her out!" The woman responded, "Can't you control her? If I go, so
does the contract!" The producer attempted to sort things out. "What
is wrong here? Will you please behave like ladies?" The
representative said, "I don't approve of the way she's doing the
voice, it is not what we discussed in pre-production. I have my notes
right here."

	"What's the matter with it?" the producer asked, now starting
to get steamed himself.

	"Well, for one thing, I think her voice is sexually
suggestive, it just purrs too much, and I don't want that kind of
filth associated with my company!"

	"Filth! Why you dried up bitch! Who do you think you are?
What's the matter? Honey, am I turning you on?" Karen approached the
woman, jutting her chest out.

	"Why that's ridiculous... I just thought I could give a little
advice... that's all. I won't be spoken to like that, either, young
lady. It's my company's money that buys outfits like the one you're
wearing, so all the boys notice your body, you know."

	The producer tried in vain to calm the situation down, as
Karen interrupted him, "She is absolutely crazy. I'm calling my
agent." Karen stormed to the telephone, and started dialing.

	She started to let her agent know what was happening, and then
the voice on the line said, "Put Bill (the producer) on the phone."
Karen called Bill over, and waited by the phone, tapping her toe, and
crossing her arms. She glanced with hatred at Dorothy, and when she
thought that Bill was going to hang up, Karen motioned that she wanted
to talk again. Bill finally hung up the phone.

	Then Bill turned coolly to Karen, and said, "Either get your
ass up in the booth, or get out. I'm not getting in the middle of a
cat fight." Karen glared at him, and Dorothy gloated behind Bill,
saying "These young girls are so temperamental... think they're hot
stuff."

	Karen thought for a moment, and then began to smile at Bill,
and Dorothy. In her most humble voice, she said, "I'm really sorry
about all this trouble, it's all my fault... "

	Dorothy then said, "Oh, dear heavens, girl, it's just your
immaturity showing... "

	Karen then said, "Would you like to show me how you want me to
do it, in the sound booth?"

	Dorothy said, "Oh yes, that sounds exciting... " and followed
Karen into the sound booth. As soon as they entered the room, Karen
grinned broadly, and said, "You stupid bitch," to the woman, and rushed
out of the room. She smirked at Bill, and said, "You'll hear from the
union, you bastard!" and headed for the door. The sound booths were
off limits to anyone but union members during a session.

	Bill rushed in terror to the door, to stop Karen from leaving.
It meant his studio would be out of work for quite a while, and
financial ruin. "Karen, please, Please stay, I'll straighten this all
out, give me a break... please!"

	Karen said, "Why should I, you scum, you were ready to send me
packing a minute ago!"

	Dorothy rushed towards Karen, and said, "That's quite enough
from you for one day," as she pulled Karen off balance, and got her
down on the carpet, like a doggy on her hands and knees, with
Dorothy's knee up under Karen's thighs.

	Karen was in a daze as she felt the agile, rough hands pin
her, and then yank down her panties, as her white ass was put on
display. "Let me go, you bitch!" she shouted in defiance as she
wriggled. "Not so soon, You're getting the full treatment for your
high and mighty attitude!" Wump! Wump! Wump!... The stinging hand
bashed against Karen's butt, and burned her ass good and red! Karen's
ass did an uncontrollable dance of its own, right in time to the
"music"! It stuck out in a most obscene manner, and permitted a full
view between her legs as she bounced up and down, over and over on the
older woman's thigh.

	When her arms could no longer support her in front, Karen
assumed a more embarrassing position as her bottom rotated into a more
skyward pose, picking up a rosier hue each passing second. Karen felt
her anger give way to her helplessness as her discipline continued.
She felt so awkward and humiliated, and could not stop her flowing
tears that burned her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, and she could not
see the faces of the owners of the shoes that were collecting to watch
the show she was starring in. She wailed, wriggled, moaned and plead,
but the spanking seemed to last forever to her.

	Some of the technicians were egging her tormentor on, and she
could hear them saying clips of conversation, "Look at her ass!"
"Jeez! She's REALLY getting it!" "Look at her squirm!" These cruel
words burned her ears, and added to Karen's humiliation. She felt like
a schoolgirl, not the tough, ambitious "prima donna" a little while
earlier. Dorothy's wide hand continued to spank her ass silly! And
she further embarrassed Karen with her remarks... "You're just a
naughty, vile little girl! See what you get?" Between the smart
smacks, Karen could feel the heat of her leg under her.

	Finally, Dorothy released a staccato of slaps, like the end of
a fireworks display, and released Karen, who crumpled onto the carpet,
rubbing her burning buns. Dorothy then said, "I want you to get up,
and get into that booth right now, Missy... and do a good job this
time, or I'll treat you to more of the same!"

	Karen stood up slowly, and raised her panties from her ankles
as modestly as she could. Then she walked through the gauntlet of
smirking faces to the booth, and picked up her script. It was going to
be a long day!