Thread: All The World's A Stage (CptPeriwinkle&Mdm Mim)

When Blaine came back stage, he looked around. He was towards the end of the entire act, if not the last act. People weren't scrambling around as much as they normally were and there was a little bit of commotion going on towards the back of the church. It seemed that Natasha was having trouble with Shane, the ringmaster. Blaine particularly liked Natasha. She was beautiful, good at her job, but most of all, she was very nice to him. She made him feel welcome when no one else would. Everyone was just watching the heated argument unfold and as much as Blaine wanted to speak up, he figured it wasn't his place. The Ringmaster walked her a short distance to his personal trailer. It was sort of lavish, more lavish than anywhere else except for the main performance tent anyway. Most of the other women knew their place in this traveling circus, this traveling family of theirs. It seemed Natasha was feeling a little bit rebellious, a little bit angry about what had happened out there on stage. Still, if she didn't realize that mistakes happened, then she wouldn't make it with them. It wasn't even like she was in any real danger. He did understand the notion though, but it was still no reason to have her panties in a bunch. He was going to teach her a little bit of compassion. Before he had left, he held up a finger to his assistant. With the fistful of hair and the finger, the assistant knew exactly what it meant. No one spoke up, no one made and sudden movement. It was impossible to deal with Shane when he was like this. Inside of the trailer, Shane threw her against his heavy desk which was cluttered with various papers, brochures, ticket stubs, everything that Shane did for the circus. Pausing for just a moment, Shane walked around to the front of the desk, opening a drawer near the front and pulled out a paddle. Swinging his arm, the paddle came into contact with a stack of papers on the desk. The weight of the paddle and the stack of papers caused a loud thump. Smiling, Shane made his way back to Natasha, glancing at her. He forced both her hands against the desk with her palms down. It was very clear, he didn't want her to move or do anything that would make this harder on the both of them. Readjusting his grip on the paddle, and putting his hand on her shoulder, he brought the paddle back just a ways before he put a little bit of strength behind it before it came into contact with her rear end. Once more, he drew back his arm and brought the paddle into contact with her once more. With the men, the punishments were normally harsh beatings, usually within the confines of death or close to death. With the women, the punishments were normally sexual by nature. Shane was a man with needs as well. The harsh paddling had gone on for a few minutes now, before he pointed the paddle right at her in her face. His face still had the same grimace on it, and it still was the same as it was throughout the entire process. Intertwining his fingers in her hair, he drug her over as he sat down on his large arm chair, the same chair that he did most of his business in. Forcing her down to her knees between his legs, he caught her eyes. There wasn't much more of a clear signal than what he was giving her.