On my knees with my scene partner behind me, my line is supposed to be “spank me”.
Jamison, “I can just make it look like I’m spanking you.”
Director, “We need at least a sound, maybe you can hit your thigh.”
Me, “No, just spank me, but butt has lots of fatty protection, I can take it.”
Jamison, “Are you sure?”
Me, “Of course. Give it to me, baby.” I joke and wiggle my butt in his direction.
Action.
Me, “Spank me.”
CRACK!
Me, “OHMYGODHOLYSHIT!” I yelped and fell onto my face on the bed.
From my vantage point, I could see the Director’s face as his astonished hands flew to his mouth in shock and surprised-horror then he dissolved into laughter along with the six other people in the room, including myself. The only person not laughing was, Jamison, who was embarrassed and contrite and tried to make it better by rubbing my butt before he realized what he was doing and became embarrassed even more, his face flaming and mumbling how he didn’t mean it to be so hard and he was soooooo sorry. After that is was tough not to laugh every five minutes or flinch when I knew he was going to spank me. Even though he tried really hard not to make contact again, it was inevitable as we spent the next hour doing the same take from different angles.
I got home from set at 4:30 am, and went to the coffee shop a few hours later for work. As I came in to the kitchen Spitfire asked, “So, how’d it go last night at the movie?”I unbuckled my belt, and her eyes popped open as I dropped my pants to show her my purple welted ass. “It was awesome!!”
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