Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,69

to be severe. Tony meant business. Despite her trepidation though she was oddly calm. This felt right. It was as it should be. She had let her Dom down, briefly, but she had done it and there was a price to pay. She wanted to clean the slate now, and go forward.

“Do you have any questions? Or comments you’d like to offer?”

Thea shook her head. “No, Sir. I understand. I deserve to be punished. I just need you to forgive me, then I’ll be able to forgive myself.”

“I already forgive you, sweetheart. I love you, so how could I do otherwise? This is about teaching you who you are, what you are, and who you belong to.” His tone had softened, warmed.

“I know it is. And, thank you, Sir.”

The tender moment was over as quickly as it began. Tony was all business again, his stern Dom persona back, he exuded authority. “Kneel on the chair.” Tony tilted his chin at the seat he vacated earlier. “Face the back, fold your arms along the top and lean forward, your bottom lifted up as high as you can.”

Thea got to her feet as gracefully as she was able given that her knees had turned to jelly. She climbed onto the chair, and adopted the position he required. She arched her back, lifting her buttocks for punishment.

“Do you have near neighbours who might be alarmed by the noise you’re about to make?”

Thea nodded. “Yes, possibly. There’s another flat on this floor, and I have neighbours above and below me.”

“I thought so. A gag then.” He stepped forward, pulling a pair of her sexiest stockings from his pocket. She last saw them in her bedroom drawer. “Open your mouth.”

Thea obeyed, and Tony rolled one of the stockings into a ball and stuffed it in her mouth. He used the other to secure it in place, wrapping the length around her face and tying it at the back of her head.

“I don’t intend to tie you up because you’ll remain still. Won’t you?”

Thea nodded, determined to accept what was coming without protest. She had earned this, and deserved whatever he might mete out.

“Your safe signal will be two sharp slaps on the back of the chair. If you use it, I’ll stop. Your punishment will not be concluded though, and we’ll return to it at a later time and continue until I’m satisfied you’ve learnt your lesson thoroughly. So, a hand spanking first then…” He moved to stand behind her. “Ready?”

Another nod, then Thea flinched as the first slap cracked across her right buttock. Tony was not going easy on her, even if this was only meant as a warm up. In seconds her backside was aflame, the rapid fire spanking covering every inch of her bottom and thighs. He continued to rain the sharp strokes across her tender skin until she was sobbing behind the gag, tears streaming unchecked down her face.

Tony didn’t speak to her. He administered the punishment with ruthless, determined skill, heating her skin until she felt sure her backside must be glowing.

At last, he stopped. He rested his palm against her bottom, stroking to massage the pain away. Or drive it deeper. His other hand in the small of her back offered comfort, reassurance that this was done with love and caring, and that she would be safe.

He didn’t hang about. Moments after he stopped spanking her with his hand he reached for the fish slice and the burning strokes started again. The implement made an ominous whooshing sound as he swung it, and with each whistling swipe through the air Thea clenched her bottom. She knew she should try not to, but couldn’t help it.

“Surrender, and this will be over more quickly.” His voice was cold, almost arctic.

Thea knew what he wanted, and that he would continue to punish her poor throbbing bottom until he was satisfied all resistance had gone. She concentrated on not tightening her muscles, working to accept all that he offered.

The blows all melted into one. Her bottom was on fire, her thighs too as he dropped stroke after sizzling stroke on her unprotected skin. She would inspect later, but knew her backside must be bright crimson. The pain was relentless, building, growing, spreading, consuming her. Thea sobbed, and screamed behind the gag, and was perversely comforted by its presence. She could let rip, scream her throat hoarse, with no danger of them being disturbed.

After what seemed an eternity Tony slowed the strokes, then stopped.