Without fail.
Tony straightened and leaned on the bench beside her. Thea had to twist her neck to keep him in sight.
“Are you sure? You know I won’t permit you to move once we start. I have no wish to punish you this evening if that can be avoided so if you think you may fail in this I’m prepared to help you.”
“I’ll be fine, Sir. I promise.”
“Good girl.” The cane in his left hand, Tony caressed her waiting buttocks with his right palm, pressing on the areas she knew must be already crimson from the flogging. “How many strokes do you want?”
“You decide, Sir. You know how it needs to be.” Which was code for You know how much I need.
“Okay, until I decide to stop then.” He stood and moved into position behind her.
Thea nodded, then realised he could no longer see her head so she verbalised her agreement. He wouldn't start otherwise.
“Yes, Sir.”
Her active participation now concluded, Thea allowed her slim frame to drape over the bench with a fluid, boneless grace. Her head felt heavy, her thinking slurred already as she sank deeper into her submissive haze.
She let out a sharp hiss as the first stroke landed across both cheeks of her arse.
“Wake up, subbie. Do I have your attention?” Tony sounded impatient, his words clipped and curt. Her head cleared in an instant.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry.”
“Good. We can continue then.” Tony shifted his position slightly to stand at right angles to her upturned bum. From her position across the bench Thea could pick out the sharp crease of his smart trousers and the shine of his gleaming leather shoes, but he was obscured from the knees up.
He almost always met her in the club foyer, dressed for business, and she assumed he came to the club straight from work. She had no idea what her Dom did for a living, had never asked as that would involve trading confidences and she had no wish to discuss her own life beyond the confines of The Wicked Club.
She was different in the outside world, separate, another person entirely.
Thea held her breath as Tony tapped the cane against her bottom, the right cheek this time. He delivered a series of light, rapid taps then pressed the cane hard against her sensitised buttock. He waited for a couple of seconds, then lifted the cane and brought it down with a sharp snap in the exact place he had prepared.
Thea sighed, her clit quivering in near orgasm. The pain was wonderful, utterly sublime. A punishment caning would feel different. There would be no lead-in, no preparing her, no brief interlude between each stroke to allow the bite to sink deep into her tissues. Punishment was hard, relentless, cruel, whereas this was exquisite. She’d been on the receiving end of harsh discipline, also at Tony’s hands, and knew the difference. Here, now, her Dom was intent on bringing her to the state of relaxed liberation she craved.
She had been right earlier, he knew exactly how it needed to be. How she needed to be.
Tony shifted again and repeated the sequence on her left buttock. This time the final stroke felt harder, more intense. Thea screamed.
Tony ignored her and started his preparations on the next spot he’d selected. Back to her right buttock now, but an inch or so lower than the first time. Thea groaned as he pressed the cane into her flesh, lifting her bottom to welcome the final slicing blow.
“Oh God. Sir, that’s so good. I want to come.”
“Really?” Tony slid his hand between her legs and nudged the brief film of the thong to one side. He slid two fingers deep into her pussy, then withdrew them to inspect the wetness he had collected. “I believe you may be right. But that would be such a bad idea, little slut. You know the rules about orgasms without permission.”
“I know, but I need to come, Sir. I need you to rub my clit.”
“Like this?” He flicked the tip of her swollen bud with the pad of his finger, then drew it slowly across the end. Thea stiffened, thrusting her bottom up, her legs spread wide. It was to no avail, Tony withdrew his hand after just a couple of seconds. “I don't think so, not quite yet. We haven't finished here,”
“Oh, Sir, please.”
“Hush. Concentrate.” He started the ritual tapping again, this time on the spot at the back of her right thigh where it would hurt like hell tomorrow, and the