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“You can’t do this!”
A pair of assistants passing the dressing room winced as they heard a glass smashing against a wall.
“She really doesn’t like this set-up, does she?” said one.
“She’s always been a bitch,” said the other. “It’s just that now she’s got something to bitch about.”
Inside the dressing room, Jae Jackson (real name Sarah Wilson) watched the wine drip down the lit mirror with some satisfaction.
“You’re not supposed to be drinking, are you?” said the man in the corner. “Terms of your sentence.”
“Oh, come on. It’s a premiere. Besides, with you watching over me, I bloody need to drink.”
“Oh dear,” said the man serenely. “We really do have our work cut out for us. You appear to have broken three – possibly four – of the conditions set by the judge. And given that your crime was driving under the influence, you should be nowhere near any alcohol. But let’s return to the other terms, shall we?”
“Let’s not.” The actress scowled.
The man moved swiftly, taking firm hold of the hair just above her ear.
“Oww!” she yelped, outraged. “That fucking hurts!”
“You can start,” said the man, tweaking her hair to cause another yelp, “by addressing me as was agreed. Like a good little girl. And no more swearing or you’ll get a smacked bottom.”
“Oww!” whined the starlet. “Come on, that sentencing wasn’t serious, surely! You’re just here to make sure I don’t drive on coke againOWWWW!”
“Oh, it was deadly serious,” said the man. “You signed an agreement and here we are. Unless you’d like to go to prison, as is traditional. So I’ll ask you again: what – (tweak) – is – (twist) – my – name?”
“OWWWW!!!!” wailed the spoiled star. “Fine, Daddy! It was Daddy! Let me up!”
The man relaxed his grip and Jae got up, livid. She was one of Hollywood’s highest-paid actresses, the child of two megastars and a global icon. Never in her life had anyone treated her like this.
“I will sue you so hard for this.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than she found herself stretched over his knee, her arms pinned behind her and her knickers down around her knees.
“What the FU-“ she began, when the man began to spank her hard.
“WHA! STOPPITT!” she cried, as his hard hand dealt a thorough smacking. Down, down and down again came his palm, andshe squealed, wriggled and wept as her bottom turned scarlet.
“NOOO! STOP IT! STOP IT! OK, I’ll call you Daddy!”
“That’s nice. And wear what you’re legally required to wear?”
“You can’t – OWWWW – I can’t wear – OWWWWWWWW OK I’M SORRY I’M SORRY!!!”
“Sorry what?”
“SORRY DADDY!”
The man allowed her up once again, but kept hold of her wrist. Jae looked warily at him.
“Now, the contract said I get to decide your outfits, INCLUDING those you wear to premieres, but since you just apologised so nicely (albeit under duress), I’m only going to choose your underwear for the red carpet tonight. You get to choose between two main dresses.”
Jae rubbed her tender bottom. “Ok…” she said, suspiciously.
The man turned to a rack behind him and produced the first dress. It was a skin-tight mini metallic number with a slit-illusion right up her back. Jae’s eyes glittered. It was the bespoke gown she had been negotiating with designer Anton Frost, right up until the court case. She would look amazing in it, but she’d assumed it was off the table, due to her stupid sentence. Thank fuck she’d get to wear it after all.
“That one,” she said.
“One moment,” said the man. “Let’s see the other option.”
Jae snorted as he brought out a prissy little pink and white princess dress, with short flouncy skirts, ruffled sleeves and little pink bows. It looked like something a three-year-old would wear to her birthday party.
“The first one,” she confirmed, then rolled her eyes. “…Daddy.”
“Very well,” said the man. “Let’s get your underwear on and then you can put on your silver dress.”
He opened a suitcase and brought out a thick white adult nappy.
Jae froze.
“No. You can’t be serious.”
“It’s all in your contract,” said the man. “I choose your outfits based on my judgement of your behaviour, which right now is approximately that of a nursery-age girl. In this way I improve your behaviour and I exercise authority over you. It’s either that or you go straight to jail. Now lie down and be good for your nappy.”
Jae shook her head, horrified.
“Dear me,” said the man. “You’re not really showing that you’re any more mature than this.”
He took her wrist firmly.
“I’ll offer you another choice. You can wear plain white knickers and the pretty princess dress or you can wear your tight silver dress and a nappy.”
Jae opened her mouth to protest.
“No third option,” said the man. “I’ve had quite enough of your whining for one day and I’m happy to write to Justice Garside to explain that you’ll be serving a custodial sentence after all.”
“Wait! No!” Jae panicked.
“And no – we’re not staying home. You are contractually bound to promote this film.”
Oh Jesus – that hideous toddler dress…she’d be a laughing stock. But the silver dress was so unforgivingly tight…Jae bit her lip.
“Can I…see how bad it is?”
The man raised an eyebrow. “Ask nicely.”
“Please can I…try…the…silver option…Daddy?”
“Certainly. Lie down, then.”
Jae cringed as she lay down on her back and the man peeled down her black underwear. Lifting her legs, he slid the bulky nappy under her bottom and puffed some powder on her pussy before pulling the plastic front up between her legs and sticking the nappy snugly together.
Jae was too mortified to move, so the man tipped her up into a sitting position, rustling her nappy loudly, and brought across the silver dress.
“Arms up, sulky girl,” he teased, dressing her. “Ah, I do enjoy my work sometimes.”
Jae felt the glittering dress slip down over her chest and settle. The man walked her across to the mirror.
“What do you think?”
Jae’s heart sank. From the waist up, she looked hot as hell and slinky as a cat. But below her belly, the dress stretched and puffed out around her nappy, giving her a silly chubby bottom that left no doubt as to her underwear.
She looked miserably at the princess dress alternative. It was stupid, sugary and babyish and she felt sick at the thought of wearing it. She could picture the headlines now, as the papers mocked her pageant-brat frills.
“Quite the choice, isn’t it?” the man commented. “But don’t worry. I’ll be with you every step of the way, because you’re too little to be left on your own. And if anyone asks who you’re wearing…” he checked the princess dress label. “Well, you can either tell them it’s Little Cutie Pops or Anton Frost and Pampers!”
Jae looked at her padded bottom again, then back at the pink monstrosity, then pleadingly at the man.
“Hurry up,” he said. “Or it’ll be both pretty pink dress AND nappy. AND I’ll check you throughout the evening. Won’t that make a splash?”
Jae felt her hot bottom, tears in her eyes. Outside, loud as a drumroll, she heard the flashbulbs start to fire.