Free Tell Me by Ashe Barker Page B

any mistakes you might make.”
    Thea bristled. Mistakes. She didn't make mistakes. At least, not of this sort. All her colleagues were agreed on one thing, Mrs Richmond’s attention to detail, to the fine print, was legendary. She picked up the pen and scribbled a note alongside the incorrect clause and figure, then gave her head a quick shake to clear her lust-fogged senses. She focused again on the sheet before her.
    She found nothing untoward in the rest of that first sheet, and turned it face down on the table next to the pile of unread pages. She heaved a sigh of relief when Tony slid his fingers from her body and stepped away. The respite was short-lived.
    Tony returned to the table and placed a saucer on top of her face-down sheet. Thea’s heart sank when she saw what it contained.
    A long finger of peeled ginger root, a deep groove carved into the flesh about a third of the way along.
    “We haven’t used figging in our play up to now, but I’m sure you know what it entails, Thea.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She had read about this, and knew that he would press the plug of ginger into her arse. The natural juices would be in direct contact with her delicate inner tissues. It would feel to be burning, very uncomfortable.
    “So, I’ll do this slowly so as not to hurt you. I won't use any lube as that reduces the effect of the ginger, but I’ll wet the root to make it slide in more easily. I’ll need you to remain still, and to co-operate. You’ll offer no resistance. Any questions?”
    “About the ginger, or the contract, Sir?”
    “The ginger. I’ll be coming to the contract in due course. Are you ready?”
    As I’ll ever be. “Yes, Sir.”
    Tony inserted the tip of his finger first, testing her 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.
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