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Jon stared at me for the longest time before responding.

"You told me you'd be ready for the aftershow party," he said, his voice clear and even, "You promised, and what happens? I come off stage and you're not there. I wait for an hour, you don't show. I call your cell, you don't answer. I went through Hell to get your name on that guest list and you didn't even bother showing up!"

"I'm sorry, baby, I lost track of time!" I say, instantly aware of how shitty this excuse is. "Sorry doesn't cut it!" He yells, raising his voice for the first time. I wince at the sound. The band all look up from their various places in the dressing room. "What can I do to make it up to you?" I say.

Jon sits down on the scratty couch, staring me down. I hang my head and stand before him like a naughty school girl being ticked off by the headmaster. After a while I become irritated; I'm a fully grown woman; he's making me feel an inch tall in front of his band.
"Look, I said I'm sorry, thats all there is to it." I turn and storm to the other side of the room. Jon's eyes sparkle. I’ve really pissed him off now.

"If you're not careful you're gonna get a hard spanking!" He says in a low even tone. I pause, shocked. "What?" I half turn round. We'd been dating for a few weeks and he'd never once laid a finger on me in that way.

"If you don't fix that attitude of yours I'll bend you over right here and spank your ass."
His matter of fact tone catches me off guard. The rest of the band is watching us now as, let’s face it, we’re not talking quietly. I decide he's kidding.

"Sure you will," I snigger, turning my back on him again. I hear a creak of leather as Jon stands up and before I can even turn he's behind me, grasping my arm with one hand, forcing me to bend over. With his free hand he spanks me five times over the seat of my jeans.

"Jon! What the FUCK?" I yell, trying to break free of his grip. "Don't- speak- to- me- like- that!" He pauses between each word to spank each ass cheek in turn.
"That's awesome!" Dave laughs from by the fridge.
"Fuck off!" I screech at him, my cheeks flushing red.
"Don't talk to my band like that!" Jon roars. He pulls me over to the old couch he'd been sitting on and with no effort manages to pull me across his knees. I struggle fiercly but he can pin me down with one of his huge arms. "Stay still or you'll be tied down." He warns. At this point I decide not to assume he's kidding. I feel his hand slip under my waist and he's already undone the button on my jeans before I realise what he's doing.

"JON- N- NO!" I squeal as he pulls my jeans off.

"Dave, help me out here," I hear him say and I see Dave's shoes appear under my nose. Suddenly I feel my top being pulled off, over my head, and my bra is snapped open. I struggle all the more as I realise there is nothing protecting my modesty except the small triangle of my white panties.

Jon stops my struggling with a sharp slap to my buttocks that makes them quiver. Without warning me he begins to harshly spank my ass, and I can hear the rest of the band laughing as I scream my indignance.
Suddenly the spanking stops and I try to stand, but nothing changes. "You need to learn some respect," Jon mutters in my ear, and then he grips the waistband of my panties and sweeps them down my legs and off over my feet. I begin to sob in humiliation as he continues to spank me. The band are silent now, obviously shocked at the sight of an 18 year old girl getting the spanking of her life from a rock star.

Then it stops. Jon pushes me off his lap onto the floor where I sob and clutch my throbbing bottom. "Now go stand in the corner with your hands on your head." He demands. I do, not wanting another spanking.

"No," he says as I reach the corner and lean my forehead against the wall, "Turn round so everyone can see your pussy." I pause, and he moves across the room to slap my bottom sharply before forcibly turning me round. He then retreats to his couch and ignores me. The band don't though, I can feel their eyes roaming my bare chest, moving down to my shaven pussy. I scrunch my eyes up, my cheeks burning at the humiliation. Suddenly I feel a wet sensation down my legs. SHIT! I can’t believe it; I’ve wet myself. I cringe and hope no one notices. This can't get any worse...

Jon glances over and rolls his eyes as if I'm a child. His leather pants squeak as he stands up. He comes to face me. "Lie down. Then lift your legs up so your toes are touching the wall, and hold your legs open!" He tells me. Cringing, I comply. This is the worst humiliation I've ever endured; 5 men all eyeing my pussy as I hold my legs open. Jon removes his belt and kneels next to me. With no warning he brings it down on my damp slit. I gasp and begin to sob again. I don't know how long he spanks me for, but when he stops my pussy is throbbing and pink. He frowns.

"You liked that?" He mutters, running a slender, pale finger up my pussy.

I don't reply, too busy gasping and sobbing. Although I am totally embarrassed, the sensation of having my pussy spanked has turned me on slightly. It barely registers as he slides one long finger into me. Then another and he begins doing a "come here" motion while using his thumb to massage my aching clit. I bite my lip and rest my legs on his shoulders. A small droplet of sweat drips off a flick of his raven hair onto my breasts. I begin rubbing them, pinching my nipples. The band is silent, watching us as if we were a cheap porno. I close my eyes and hear Jon moan slightly with each flick of his fingers inside me. His pants bulge and I bite my lip so hard a drop of blood runs down my chin, onto my heaving chest. The room begins to blur at the edges until all I can see is me and Jon, he works his fingers faster and faster until I lift my hips, begging for more. He slides a third finger in and I groan his name as I cum.

Wave after wave until the room begins to focus again.
Until he sits up and shakes his head, his cheeks glowing.
I remember that we're in a crowded dressing room.
And I'm naked.

"Now," Jon chokes, "Now, stand up. Hands on head. Until I say." And he swiftly leaves the room.

I do as I was told, waiting for him to tell me I can have my dignity back.