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“Yes, I do. Sorry,” she took a tentative step forward. “Do I have to sleep in the guest room?”
“Yes,” said Rob, picking up his book.
“I’d rather you spanked me,” said Casey, disgruntled.
“Which is exactly why you’re going to the guest room.”
The night was long, restless, and difficult for Casey. The air was humid and warm in the old house, and it hung heavily about her. She ended up naked on top of the sheets with the windows open in the hope of a cool breeze. In the early hours, a thunderstorm crashed about the house, rattling the windows and sending flashes of light into every corner of the bedroom. By morning, the humidity had been replaced with a fresh cool breeze, and Casey dearly hoped the air between she and Rob would be replenished.
Barely a word was spoken over breakfast, and Casey hunkered down in her little room, anticipating it would be a long day. Busy with an email, she heard her mobile beep noisily on the desk. She was puzzled to find the text was from Rob, who was barely a few metres away in the neighbouring study.
Take off your bra.
Casey had chosen to wear a skimpy dress for the day. The weather remained warm, though not as hot as the previous day. Drumming her fingers on the desk, she thought it best to do as he asked. With much wriggling and shifting around of her dress, she removed her bra and returned the dress to its correct position. Her fingers tapped away on the keyboard until she heard another beep.
Bend over your desk.
It was happening. The tiny electric current which ran from his study to her little room had been plugged in, and she did not hesitate this time to do as he asked. Keeping the mobile in reach, she bent over the desk, making sure her bottom faced the door. The skirt was short and rose up to reveal her upper thighs. As was now normal, she wore no knickers.
Beep!
Lift up your skirt and uncover your arse.
Oh my, she thought as she shifted the hem of the dress up high until it gathered under her bosom. Another message arrived almost immediately.
Pick up the ruler.
What ruler, thought Casey and peering around her desk, she found one under a pile of papers. The long wooden ruler with the notches she had scratched onto the surface. She held it in her hand, waiting for Rob to arrive.
Beep!
Spank that arse hard.
Casey gaped at the text message. Spank herself on the bottom with a ruler! Reaching round, she could just reach one of her buttock cheeks, and she gave it a slap. A slight sting emulated from her bottom, and she wondered if she was capable of hitting her own bottom hard. She slapped again and found it was possible to smack herself hard. Changing hands, she tried the other side with her weaker left hand. Her accuracy was not sufficient, and the ruler slipped down her leg. Trying again, she swung her arm to one side and landed the ruler with a noisier whack.
How many and for how long did he expect her to administer her own spanking? She felt ludicrous and very self-conscious. It was not the same as when Rob spanked her. It hurt, and she felt no sense of gratification. A slight coolness brushed against her legs; the door had opened. The temptation to glance behind her was strong, but she held back. The door shut with a click, and she waited for him to take the ruler out of her hands.
* * *
“Don’t stop,” said Rob quietly.
Casey whimpered at him—one of her ‘do I have to’ whimpers. She lifted the ruler and whipped it hard down onto her bottom. Every two or three blows she switched hands and continued to spank herself.
“Hard, isn’t it, doing something on your own?” he remarked softly. “Lonely, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” gasped Casey. “Oh, sir, please!”
Rob stood watching as Casey continued in her feeble efforts to spank herself, at least with regard to the accuracy and force of her smacks. The rest of her was falling apart spectacularly. Every part of her body trembled, her legs wobbled, and her spare hand clutched the edge of the table. Paper had been knocked off onto the floor, and only the mobile lay close by her face. She screwed up her eyes with each self-inflicted blow, and she let out a frustrated groan. It was not working for her, and he knew it.
However, Rob was quite content to watch and below, in his trouser pants, the reason was growing large.
“Some things we’ll always do together, Casey,” he said. “Other times we have to trust to do things on our own. When I travel to conferences and the like, you will always be mindful of me. You will answer my texts and my emails as diligently and quickly as possible.”
“Yes, sir,” rasped Casey as she continued to twist and turn. Her belly had stuck to the table surface with clammy perspiration, leaving a moist imprint of her flesh. The dress had ridden up above her breasts until her nipples were exposed. She looked wanton, and with Rob watching her ridiculous attempt at self-spanking, she had made herself voraciously wet and desirous.
He reached forward and grabbed her wrist. Taking the ruler from her, he applied it with the accuracy, force, and sweep of the arm she had failed to deliver.
“Thank you!” she hollered.
