Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,13

her, she was taking this calmly, like the experienced sub she was. Still, he knew he had drawn it out long enough.

“Go to the end of the table and lean over it. I’d like you to stretch out, please and lift up your bottom for me. You may grip the edges with your hands. Once in position you are not to move until I give permission.”

Thea gave a graceful bow of her head, then did as instructed.

Tony’s cock swelled and twitched in his jeans at the sight of her gorgeous, upturned bottom presented for punishment. Thea did have the most delightful arse, round, curvy, yet firm—the sight of it never failed to affect him.

It had been over a week since they last scened, and no tell-tale marks remained on her body, nothing to indicate the intense physical nature of their relationship. He never saw her between scenes so had no way of knowing how long she usually bore his marks for. He had a sense that was about to change. He hoped so.

“Ten strokes. Four for your no-show tonight, and six for the display of temper in my office. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir. I, I think so. And, can I just say, I’m sorry. About tonight and about that other thing. I don't know what happened, I was confused and…”

Ah, some sign of nerves at last. And the start of a conversation he was keen to continue. About time, but first things first. Tony picked up the cane and tried a couple of experimental swishes through the air. He was gratified to note that Thea flinched at the sound. Yes, ten would be enough to discharge her most recent crop of demons. Then she’d be in the right frame of mind to talk to him some more, and to listen.

“Keep your feet on the floor the whole time. You may make as much noise as you like—my closest neighbour is a quarter of a mile away. This will hurt, but I’ll be quick. Then you can apologise again, and we’ll talk about what happened this week. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

Tony quirked his lip as he positioned himself behind her. He wondered if she’d feel quite so grateful after he’d striped her bottom for her.

Probably. He hoped.

Thea let out a sharp hiss and went up on her toes when the first stroke landed, hard across both buttocks. Tony waited a few seconds to allow the sensation to sink into her now rigid flesh, only delivering the second when he saw the slight softening of her muscles as she recovered her composure.

She yelped that time, and he watched as the second vivid stripe bloomed across her bum. She was gripping the edges of the table so hard her knuckles were white, but she managed not to move.

Tony shifted his stance a little and placed the next two strokes on the lower part of her bottom. Each one brought her back up onto her toes, and now she was whimpering between each blow. He waited a few more seconds then laid a stroke across the back of her right thigh.

Thea screamed, as he’d known she would. Sit spots were the most tender. He moved to the other side and repeated the stroke on her left thigh.

She was sobbing now, her body shaking under the stress. Tony paused to admire the six perfectly defined crimson lines which contrasted sharply with her pale buttocks and thighs. These first marks were all parallel to each other, their positioning precise and accurate. He intended to lay the rest diagonally across them, one on each cheek and thigh. A work of art.

He attended to her right buttock first, eliciting another shrill shriek. Thea’s face was turned toward him, resting on the table top, partly hidden behind her wild mane of hair. He could see that her lips were parted slightly. Her tears flowed freely though her eyes were closed. He stroked the tangled mass away from her face, dampening his fingers on her tears. She shifted her head a little, enough to kiss his hand as he caressed her face. On impulse he leaned over and brushed his lips across her temple. He would not usually show any sign of tenderness during a punishment, but this occasion was different. Somehow.

Her lips curled in a soft smile, and she opened her eyes. He smiled back at her. “Almost done.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice was a faint whisper. He knew she was struggling, this caning was harsh. But she wasn’t