will have you there in that house. We cannot wait. Even just now, running while you slept, we talked of ravishing you by the side of the road. So as soon as we reach the house of the guest-friend, we will make you do the deeds of Eros.”
“And punish you,” his spear-brother said.
As they were getting ready to start off again, Thaleia asked, “But why will you punish me?” To be sure, she had heard them speaking a few moments ago about the need to make her obey, but she wanted to hear their explanation of it—and she had to admit that the subject fascinated her. To her dismay, Thaleia could not help longing to receive these warriors’ stern discipline.
“Some of Leontes’ seed spilled,” Theoleon said seriously, as they set out again, “and you did not watch him.”
“When I gave you bliss with my mouth,” Leontes finished helpfully. “But that is not the true purpose of the punishment we will give,” he continued.
Theoleon said, “You are in our power.”
Leontes elaborated, saying, “We will punish you, truly, in order that you understand that you are in our power. That is what Spartan discipline is all about.”
“Tell me about Spartan discipline,” Thaleia said.
“It is different for men and women,” Leontes said. “I will tell you about the disciplining of women, for that is the kind of discipline you will experience from us. Young women in Sparta can expect to be whipped and punished with the plug for many different kinds of offenses. We are going to spank you with our hands, and then whip you with our punishment strap. Then we will put a leather plug in your backside, to make you feel shame.”
Thaleia certainly felt shame just hearing about it, but as usual with such things, the idea seemed to drive her nearly wild with arousal as well. She found that she was breathing a little bit harder as she said, “Will you both punish me?”
“Certainly,” said Theoleon.
Leontes continued, “… for a warrior finds it very pleasant to punish a girl, and Theoleon and I share all our pleasures.”
“Does it… make you… hard… when you punish girls?”
“Very hard,” said Theoleon.
“And will you… take me, afterward?”
“Tonight we will,” replied Leontes. “But if we truly must punish you and make you remember it, we will not give you that privilege.”
Privilege… Thaleia thought to herself. The privilege of those enormous cocks inside her. The idea that she must behave herself in order to earn ravishment by her protectors seemed to drive her arousal to a fever pitch. Thaleia felt her wetness dripping down her thighs, and she wished that her hands were free, so that she could touch herself at least a little bit. At the thought that suddenly came to her unbidden, of one of those huge Spartan cocks entering her in front and the other in back, the ultimate privilege, she felt her little furrow clench over and over.
“And,” Thaleia said rather breathlessly, “who punishes the young women in Sparta?”
“Their protectors,” said Leontes. “We do not have marriage in Sparta the same way they do in most of the other cities in Greece. Many protectors share their women with other men.”
Thaleia’s lightheaded feeling only grew at hearing this. “And will you take me back to Sparta?” She had a sudden vision of a house where she was shared between Theoleon and Leontes every night, and to her aroused mind it seemed like a better place than Olympus.
Thaleia saw Theoleon and Leontes look into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then turn back toward the road down which they ran.
“We will have to see,” said Theoleon, “what the god in Delphi says.”
“But I think it is safe to say,” said Leontes, “that we would like to have you for our own in Sparta.”
A light appeared on the road ahead, and the warriors turned toward it. There was a small house there, and Leontes knocked at the gate of the courtyard. The householder emerged, and it became clear to Thaleia
“And punish you,” his spear-brother said.
As they were getting ready to start off again, Thaleia asked, “But why will you punish me?” To be sure, she had heard them speaking a few moments ago about the need to make her obey, but she wanted to hear their explanation of it—and she had to admit that the subject fascinated her. To her dismay, Thaleia could not help longing to receive these warriors’ stern discipline.
“Some of Leontes’ seed spilled,” Theoleon said seriously, as they set out again, “and you did not watch him.”
“When I gave you bliss with my mouth,” Leontes finished helpfully. “But that is not the true purpose of the punishment we will give,” he continued.
Theoleon said, “You are in our power.”
Leontes elaborated, saying, “We will punish you, truly, in order that you understand that you are in our power. That is what Spartan discipline is all about.”
“Tell me about Spartan discipline,” Thaleia said.
“It is different for men and women,” Leontes said. “I will tell you about the disciplining of women, for that is the kind of discipline you will experience from us. Young women in Sparta can expect to be whipped and punished with the plug for many different kinds of offenses. We are going to spank you with our hands, and then whip you with our punishment strap. Then we will put a leather plug in your backside, to make you feel shame.”
Thaleia certainly felt shame just hearing about it, but as usual with such things, the idea seemed to drive her nearly wild with arousal as well. She found that she was breathing a little bit harder as she said, “Will you both punish me?”
“Certainly,” said Theoleon.
Leontes continued, “… for a warrior finds it very pleasant to punish a girl, and Theoleon and I share all our pleasures.”
“Does it… make you… hard… when you punish girls?”
“Very hard,” said Theoleon.
“And will you… take me, afterward?”
“Tonight we will,” replied Leontes. “But if we truly must punish you and make you remember it, we will not give you that privilege.”
Privilege… Thaleia thought to herself. The privilege of those enormous cocks inside her. The idea that she must behave herself in order to earn ravishment by her protectors seemed to drive her arousal to a fever pitch. Thaleia felt her wetness dripping down her thighs, and she wished that her hands were free, so that she could touch herself at least a little bit. At the thought that suddenly came to her unbidden, of one of those huge Spartan cocks entering her in front and the other in back, the ultimate privilege, she felt her little furrow clench over and over.
“And,” Thaleia said rather breathlessly, “who punishes the young women in Sparta?”
“Their protectors,” said Leontes. “We do not have marriage in Sparta the same way they do in most of the other cities in Greece. Many protectors share their women with other men.”
Thaleia’s lightheaded feeling only grew at hearing this. “And will you take me back to Sparta?” She had a sudden vision of a house where she was shared between Theoleon and Leontes every night, and to her aroused mind it seemed like a better place than Olympus.
Thaleia saw Theoleon and Leontes look into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then turn back toward the road down which they ran.
“We will have to see,” said Theoleon, “what the god in Delphi says.”
“But I think it is safe to say,” said Leontes, “that we would like to have you for our own in Sparta.”
A light appeared on the road ahead, and the warriors turned toward it. There was a small house there, and Leontes knocked at the gate of the courtyard. The householder emerged, and it became clear to Thaleia
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