Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,25
opening, swirling his digit to loosen the muscle a little. He seemed content to press on though with minimal preparation. Despite his admonition, Thea tensed as the tip of the root entered her.
Her reward was a sharp slap on her bottom. “Open for me. Now.”
With a conscious effort of will she relaxed her muscle to accept the intrusion. The root slid into place, and her sphincter closed around the grooved section to hold it in place.
“Good. Now, as long as you remain still and don't clench, it won't feel too intense. How are you doing with your reading?”
“Fine, Sir. I think.”
“Where have you got to?”
“Here, Sir.” She pointed to her place, about a third of the way down the second page.
“Excellent. Continue please.”
Thea carried on reading, and was pleased to spot an attempt to extend the period of her secondment to two years. She noted that in the margin, for later.
Tony resumed his assault on her senses by reaching under her to caress her clit. Her body convulsed, sending her arse into a throbbing frenzy.
“Oh God. Please Sir, don’t…”
“Carry on reading, Mrs Richmond. And concentrate.”
“It hurts. Please.”
“I know it hurts. That’s the idea. It’ll hurt a lot more if I have to spank you for your inattention to the task I’ve given you.” He continued to rub her swollen clit, and Thea wasn’t sure if she wanted to orgasm or cry.
“You can’t focus on this contract and have an orgasm at the same time. Get your priorities sorted, girl. If you come, I’ll spank you.” Right. Crying it is then.
When she reflected back on this scene later Thea had no idea where she dredged up the powers of concentration she managed to find. She focused her vision on the words dancing in front of her eyes and read them. Re-read them. And scribbled in the margin that she would not accept a seventy hour week.
She finished the second sheet and turned that face down too. Tony moved the empty saucer to make room for it on top of the first one. Thea continued, her eyes boring into the third sheet as she battled to contain her rioting senses. This page gave rise to no further notes in the margin, and Thea skim-read it again to make sure. She discarded it onto the read pile and moved on.
The fourth sheet yielded two errors, one arithmetical, the other a spelling mistake. She corrected the first, and made a note against the second.
“What’s happening in your head, Mrs Richmond?” Tony’s voice was low, he was whispering in her ear. She loved it when he did that during a scene. But he shouldn’t be calling her Mrs Richmond, not while she had ginger in her arse and his fingers on her clit.
“I’m confused. Hating this, Sir.”
“But you’re doing well. You’re on page four.”
“When I finish reading, will you take the ginger out?”
“Who are you talking to, Mrs Richmond?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“It’s your name. I repeat, who are you talking to?”
“Sir. Sorry, but this feels all wrong.”
“Why would it? It’s just you and me, and this contract. And the ginger, of course.”
“I want to stop.”
“Use your safe word then.”
Thea shook her head. She was struggling, but not beaten. “No, Sir. I intend to finish.”
“Good girl. Let’s finish in style then. I’m going to spank you.”
“Oh God!”
“Don’t pray. Read,”
Thea groaned as he dropped a series of light slaps onto her buttocks. Ordinarily she would have loved this, but she was unable to help herself and was clenching her bottom frantically. The root embedded in her arse caused her to throb like a demon.
“Sir, stop. Please.”
“Safe word, or read. I’ll stop when you finish the contract.” He ramped up the pressure, raining spanks on each of her cheeks, alternating between left and right.
Thea sobbed as she scanned the remaining paragraphs. And narrowly missed a sneaky clause requiring her to greet her new employer on her knees each morning, on his arrival at the office. She was uncertain whether this was a serious requirement or not, in this moment she wouldn't exclude any possibility. She marked the lines with an asterisk and moved on.
“I’ve finished.”
“Good. Hand it to me then. Let me see your notes.”
“Sir, the ginger…”
“Your notes, Mrs Richmond.”
Thea collected the sheets together, turned them all face up and handed them to Tony.
“Thank you. Please remain where you are until I’m satisfied this task has been completed.” He strolled across the room to the sofa where he made himself comfortable to peruse the sheets.
Thea groaned. She removed