How to Spank Your Director: A film set men’s erotic story

By Brett Roman

To keep her lead actor on set and on time Helen decides she can do anything he needs to keep Kevin happy.
Helen is the boss from hell and Kevin has had enough, he is going to teach the director some manners even if it hurts her.
Filled with erotic and hardcore spanking, belts and a schedule full of punishment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brett Roman
• Release date: Apr 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301163144

Brett Roman

Brett Roman lives in New Orleans when he isn’t traveling for inspiration on erotic subjects. There have been the occasional real-life adventure but he’ll leave that to your ample imagination. If you'd like to contact me (and I always appreciate my readers' feedback) my publisher sends along emails to me. Thanks to everyone that has been reading my work.

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How to Spank Your Director

A film set men’s erotic story

Brett Roman

Copyright Brett Roman 2013

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Okay, Now Action!

Helen came into the rehearsal room with the look of a woman hardened by getting her way too much. But even Helen didn't fail to notice that the once famous actor Kevin was still a hot, if older sight. He’d been at the prime of it all fifteen years ago but still got a lot of attention from women, even the ones who didn't recognize him. Today was supposed to be an easy day of read throughs on the script Helen had so painstakingly and methodically tracked down, bought rights to and gotten into production. Kevin had heard through the many local gossips and even a few entertainment blogs, which still mentioned the faded director that Helen Stein had pulled in every last favor to get this film made.

The well known actor had only decided to take his part for the money; it was a short shoot of three weeks and Helen’s producer had offered a pretty good payday. That was all the small pieces that had lead Kevin Jones to be sitting at a pop-up table with a couple of other actors who either looked bored or terrified. But the moment Helen walked in everyone got silent.

Kevin saw the full bottom lip and the firm C cups in a tight yoga top while the rest of the cast saw the fabled bitch who had directed some of the best films of her generation.

She was wearing very tight yoga pants that showed off her lower legs and that tank-top, which made her tits press together, almost giving her a self of round tits. As he watched her walk in Kevin thought the director might look even better out of those tight clothes. He bet Helen’s nipples would be ready for his lips.

It’s nice to meet all of you in person. Skype only goes so far.

That was the best anyone got out of Helen Stein that day. After her introduction it was only downhill from her semi smiling lips. After a supporting actor, Frank, tried to get a few words in durning a scene Helen decided she’d been nice long enough.

Three hours later Kevin had decided to keep himself entertained by watching his supple little costar’s reaction to the director’s rages. Every time Kate had to speak her chest flushed slightly, making the roundness of her two full breasts more defined. The young actress was wearing a long dress that cut low. So low in fact that when she bent down to grab chap-stick from her over sized bag her dress moved low and showed Kevin her tits all the way down to the dip of her underwear.

Each time Helen yelled out a change to the way a scene