"Great work today guys, you may all go, class dismissed," Dean Ambrose said with an almost fond smile to the varied group of men and women in front of him, none of whom had anything in common, except the unconventional desire to one day become the best damn wrestler in the world.

"Apart from you, Jessie," he said, just as the lady in question was about to slip past him.

"Good luck," another wrestler smirked at Jessie as she strode past her, right towards the exit, freedom and no doubt a well deserved drink at the bar next door with the other developmentals after such a long slog of a session.

Jessie was sure that Dean had heard the comment and could hear the sniggers of others aimed at her, but she noted that he ignored them.

"Can you take a seat in the office, please? It's unlocked," Dean ordered, briefly clocking eyes with Jessie, before quickly taking his attention away again to speak to another developmental.

Jessie immediately obeyed and tried to contemplate how the inevitable conversation might go as she waited for him, but found she couldn't. The truth was that she felt excited and very anxious, all at the same time. He had finally noticed her and was about to give her attention, just her, alone, no one else. Jessie wasn't quite sure when her interest in Dean had begun. Naturally all the developmentals had initially been excited that Dean, a former WWE champion, member of the legendary Shield and someone who would undoubtedly be inducted into the Hall of Fame one day, would be one of the wrestlers coaching them, but overtime he'd become familiar to them. He wasn't quite a friend, though Jessie thought he had probably become one to a few of them. Though not her, of course. To her he remained a little bit aloof and this had only served to increase her slow building interest in him. She wanted his attention, in any way she could get it. But now she was going to get it, she wasn't sure she wanted it all that much anymore.

"Jessie," Dean said with a sigh as he entered the office from behind where Jessie was sat.

"I just thought we should have a chat about the issue you seem to be having with punctuality recently."

He was grunting and sighing as he spoke, pulling out a chair from the other side of the desk to sit on as he was talking, as if this was all a big hindrance and he wanted to get it over with quickly. Jessie quickly felt like a nuisance to him and regretted that she was making him waste his time. The frown that had formed on Dean's face and was directed solely at her didn't help either. But it was kind of a sexy frown, one that Jessie had rediscovered recently in his old WWE Shield promos…

"So, why have you been late three times in a row now?"

"I haven't, I've only been late once this week," Jessie corrected him.

"Oh no, that's true, my bad. You've been late for me the last three times I've seen you, including today. Right?"

Dean's tone didn't suggest he was asking for Jessie to do anything other than agree with him.

"Yes."

"Huh, so you're only ever late for me?"

"Yes, but it's just coincidence that I've had you on those days I've been late," Jessie was aware that her eyes were darting around as she spoke. She found being honest important and as that kind of person, telling this small lie felt incredibly uncomfortable right now.

"Of course," Dean smiled, not looking one bit like he believed her. "Why have you been late though?"

"I've overslept," Jessie replied, not able to think of any good reason to be late, ever.

"That's seems very unlike you. You had always been very punctual, up until last week."

Dean waited for a response, but Jessie could only nod. Words didn't come easily to her at the best of times and the intensity of Deans attention all on her, this man whom unbeknownst to him she had spent hours staring at on her laptop, was rendering her mute.

"Is giving me three laps round the ring not enough motivation for you to make sure you arrive on time?"

The three laps wasn't a painful punishment or even particularly embarrassing. However, for someone like Jessie who never liked to stand out, apart from when she was performing, the laps were a deterrent. But the fact that it made sure Dean spent a few seconds yelling at her, and only her, made it all worth it. Any attention from him was good attention, at least she had felt that way, until right now.

"It is enough motivation, I promise I will be on time for your next session." And Jessie meant it, she'd had quite enough of Deans attention now.

"I believe you, but I want to make sure you understand that I won't tolerate tardiness from anyone. Why do you think I make anyone that is late do three laps around the ring?"

Jessie was conscious of the gentle thudding of her heart throughout the whole time she had been alone with Dean, but now it was reaching hammering.

"To punish them?"

"Not really," Dean shrugged, "to be honest I just do it to waste their time. They don't respect mine, so why should I respect theirs?"

Jessie made a small sound of agreement.

"But I think you're on to something there. Maybe I should punish latecomers. What do you think would be an appropriate punishment, Jessie?"

"I don't know," Jessie replied, shaking her head, not wanting to communicate with Dean, but at the same time utterly transfixed by him right now.

"Maybe I should be more specific, what do you think would be an appropriate punishment for you?"

This time Jessie just shook her head.

"Well, I have an idea. I think I should spank you. Do you think that's a good idea?"

This time Deans slight smile grew into a much broader smile at the noticeable effect his words were having on Jessie, whose skin was now flushed. Deans words had not come as a shock to Jessie, somehow she was expecting them, she just hadn't anticipated how much she had wanted to hear them.

"I asked you a question, Jessie. Don't be rude now."

"I don't think it's allowed," Jessie said so quietly Dean had to lean forward to hear her.

"It's allowed, if you want it. Do you want it?"

Jessie didn't have to think, she just nodded.

"Lock the door," Dean ordered.

Again Jessie followed his instructions without hesitation.

"Get over here."

Dean beckoned Jessie to him with a simple crook of his finger. He had now strategically scrapped his chair back, leaving a large gap between his knees and the desk, plenty of room for Jessie. Jessie stopped square in front of Dean, instinctively knowing that it exactly where she needed to be.

"You're a good kid, aren't you?" Dean said.

Jessie nodded. She really was, being late to Deans sessions was the most rebellious thing she could think of to do to get the treatment she so badly craved from him.

"And you understand that pissing me off is not a good idea. You don't really want to get on my bad side, kapiche?"

Dean waited for Jessies nod.

"Okay, let's get these pants off," he said, gesturing to the leggings Jessie always wore for sessions.

Jessie didn't act shy, she took them straight off, it was how it should be.

"Your panties as well."

Jessie was a little taken aback, she expected a spanking might go that way, but there was ways of baring her ass whilst protecting her modesty, at least a little bit.

"Come on, I never do half a job… Take your panties off now, Jessie." Dean added when he was not met with swift obedience.

Jessie couldn't look at Dean as she lowered her underwear, she was so embarrassed, but Dean didn't have any problems looking at her. He made it very clear that he was admiring her pussy and only brought his eyes back to her face to speak to her again.

"I'm going to spank you, hard. I will hurt you. Do you still want to do this?"

Jessie was fine with all of that, she didn't know why, but she wanted him to be brutal.

"Yes," she said confidently.

"You've finally found your voice, huh? Don't get used to it, I will make you scream so much you lose it again."

With that Dean suddenly grabbed Jessies wrist and pulled her over his lap. She was sure this was not a pretty scene, she gasped as she fell hard over his firm thighs, a little winded by his physical power already. She didn't have time to assume a more dignified position over his lap, one where her legs were not sprawling apart before the first smack landed splat onto her naked cheek. The sound of it was equally as shocking as the thuddy sting of it, which slowly spread and smarted. Dean allowed her a small moment of respite in which Jessie adjusted her position over his lap before he smacked the other cheek. Then he repeated the action, a smack to each and continued into a rhythm which Jessie could not stop her body dancing to. She had started squirming quickly, far quicker than she thought she would. She considered herself quite tough and it surprised her that a spanking could hurt this damn much. Soon Jessie broke into whimpers, which seemed to please Dean.

"Is this your first spanking, Jessie?"

"Yes!" Jessie cried out, finding it impossible to answer in an even pitch when Dean landed a more intense smack on her cheek to accompany his question.

"Well I'd like to say I'm going hard on you, but I'm not. This is pat-a-cake."

Jessie ignored the jibe and tried to stop groaning, but found that fighting it made it worse and made her want to make even more noise. Deans pace and intensity was relentless, so relentless that Jessies groans were turning into unrestrained yelps of pain.

"Really? Are you breaking, Jessie? You're not going to cry on me, are you?"

"No," Jessie moaned, she was certain she wasn't going to cry. She rarely cried and pain wasn't something that could bring her to tears, no matter how keenly it was felt.

"I thought you might say that, nevermind. I guess I will just have to go that little bit harder."

"No, no you don't need to!" Jessie said, desperately.

"You're right, I don't," Dean suddenly stopped the spanking momentarily, giving Jessie a moment of much needed rest. Then he put his hand to Jessies face to turn her face towards him.

"But I want to. I won't stop until you're lying over my lap completely broken. Do we understand each other?"

For the first time since Jessie had met Dean she saw a glimmer of that cold, crazy bastard he could be, for real. Jessie nodded. Dean smirked and pushed her head roughly down again.

The next round of smacks was harder as Dean had promised they would be and the entire situation became enough for her to cry. Her ass was beyond sore, it felt like a huge swollen mass and the situation was scary. He was beating her, there was no knowing when he would stop and no on was going to intervene. It was all as hot, painful and frightening as Jessie needed it to be.

Jessie was aware that the smacking had eventually stopped, though she didn't know when exactly that had happened.

"You can get up," Dean said, cutting through the fog of her tears and the head cold such heavy sobbing had brought on.

"Oh dear, you do look very sorry for yourself," Dean said, a small ounce of pity to be found somewhere in his tone, when Jessie stood herself up on weak legs.

"Have some tissues, clean yourself up," Dean said, pushing the box on the desk to her.

Jessies breathing took some time to get back to normal, but she was okay and relatively unscathed by the ordeal Dean had just put her through.

"Look at me," Dean demanded after giving her a few minutes. "From now on I will be keeping a very close eye on you. Believe me, I can be very creative in my punishments. There's not a place on your body that will be safe from me if I think you need to be punished again. You got that?"

Jessie nodded.

"Good. Oh and Jessie, now I'm on to you, you better not be late on purpose again. It's just lame and makes me look like a shmuck. I won't lie, that pissed me off, maybe a teensy bit."

Jessie gave Dean a weak smile.

"Now, once you give me three laps around the ring you can get out of here."

"What?" Jessie automatically said, feeling so much more relaxed around Dean now. He might have just beat the holy crap out of her, but now she felt more friendly with him than ever.

"You didn't think you'd get away without giving me my laps did you? You owe me. I want three laps as you are right now. Bare butt. Get your ass out there."