Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,70

He tossed the fish slice onto the seat beside her, and once again trailed his fingers over her abused buttocks.

Thea hissed, though she knew he wouldn’t hear. He would know though, just as he always did.

“Your bottom’s scorching. I think we’re getting there. Just a little more, I think. To drive the message home.”

Thea groaned to herself, but never contemplated slapping the back of the chair. Tony would decide when the punishment was finished, when she’d had enough, and only then would this be over. She would have gritted her teeth if the gag allowed that, but instead had to settle for biting down on the nylon stuffing her mouth.

She thought though that she might faint when he landed the first stroke with the heavy wood, and made a mental note to dump the vile cheeseboard in her bin first chance she got. It felt like the paddle be bought, but more. Much, much more. It was solid, weighty, each stroke catching the whole of her buttock. Tony put enough force behind the blows to send her jolting forward each time. She was beyond sobbing now, reduced to just grunting as each thunderous blow landed on her flaming backside. He had never hurt her like this before. His discipline had never been so sustained, nor so relentless. She knew he wasn’t angry, not even a little, but he clearly meant to make this an experience she would never, ever forget.

He had succeeded. Thea’s throat was hoarse, her screams now reduced to feeble whimpers. She lacked any strength to clench her bottom, nor even to hold her own weight any more. As she sagged and would have slumped onto the seat Tony slipped his arm under her stomach and held her up to receive the remaining strokes. Thea offered no resistance. She lay across his supporting arm like a rag doll as he continued to spank her.

“We’re done.” Thea was aware, dimly, of the thud as the makeshift paddle landed beside her knees on the seat. Her eyes were closed, she had no inclination to open them. She started to sink as Tony removed his arm.

“No, remain there. Don’t move, and don’t rub. You will stay in place, thinking about what just happened and why.” His tone was implacable. Thea groaned, fearing that even now he might decide more punishment was required.

She dipped her head in silent acknowledgement of his command, and struggled to convince her muscles to cooperate. Her bottom and thighs were in agony, the pain excruciating but oddly cleansing too. Therapeutic. She had paid dearly for her error, but now the slate was clean.

Tony’s footsteps crossed the room, and she heard the door click shut. She was bereft, wishing he hadn’t left her on her own. She hated to be alone after a scene, even more so after a punishment. She needed to know he loved her, that they were all right. She wanted him to hold her, comfort her, make this go away.

Not the pain, she loved that, revelled in it, savoured the vicious burn as it caressed her heated skin, proof of her atonement. Physically she was fine, grounded. But her head was all over the place. Until her Master confirmed that she was still his, she was nothing. Nowhere.

“Tell me, Thea.” His voice was low, and came from close by.

Not gone then? He hadn’t left her alone. She should have known. Gentle hands were in her hair, untangling and untying the stocking which held her gag in place. It was gone, and the nylon in her mouth too. Her tongue was dry, but he held a bottle of water to her lips. She sucked, accepting his comfort, soaking it into her dry mouth as she absorbed his care into her needy, parched soul.

“What are you thinking? Right now, in this moment? Tell me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet sub of mine.”

“Yours. Yes. Please Sir, I need…”

“This?” He lifted her from the seat and slipped under her. He lowered her body on top of his, but turned her too so she was curled up in his lap.

“Yes Sir. This.” Thea snuggled up, gripping the front of his shirt as he wrapped his arms around her. Then something else. Her duvet. He must have brought that when he went to find the stockings. Always planning ahead, knowing what she would need. Always taking care of her. Suddenly she was sobbing again. “I’m sorry, so sorry.”

“Sssh, I know. It’s over. Done with. Cry if you need to,