Athena’s

Maria told me, “Athena’s going to be around for a few weeks, she asked if she could borrow you on Saturday, she likes your flexible attitude. I said she could.” That wasn’t unusual in itself, Maria usually made our arrangements for sex or whatever and I was usually happy to go along with it. She was really very good at making such arrangements, it wasn’t unusual to be ‘leant’ to a passing visitor of the right persuasion.

However, “Don’t I get a say in this, she’s a bit pushy.” There goes my British habit of understatement. Athena was a bit pushy in the same way Genghis Khan was a bit bloodthirsty. If I were being poetic I might speculate that she was actually an avatar of Pallas Athena, the Greek goddess for whom she was named. She definitely had the strength and martial ability of of the goddess, I wasn’t so sure of the wisdom, and she definitely did’t get the virginal traits of the goddess. She was definitely one for the pleasures of the flesh. She liked to physically overpower her man and force (as if force were needed,) him to satisfy her lust. It made for exciting coupling, but there was something not quite right about this proposition.

“No, you’re hers!” Maria put the final word on it, and I acquiesced. To think when I first met Maria, she wanted to be my slave, it took quite some persuading for her to agree to us being equal partners. I’m not sure I kept up my side of the bargain, I was more or less hers to do with as she pleased. This arrangement definitely pleased me.

Also not unusual was that I didn’t get any sex for the last half of the week. For special occasions like this, Maria decided I needed to “save up”, so wouldn’t get any for a few days. Of course I had my usual duties trying to satisfy Maria (a Herculean task at the best of times), which just made me hornier.

Saturday finally rolled around, we were expecting Athena around noon. We were lazing in bed, cuddling, not yet having instituted anything sexual. I was horny as hell and Will was screaming at me to do something about it. (Will being our pet name for my dick, he has a mind of his own, he really deserves his own name.) Maria was ignoring my raging hard on.

She reached over to her side and found her favorite riding crop, which she brandished at me. “Assume the position.” I eagerly complied, bouncing up and laying face down, pillows supporting my chest, legs parted, open and vulnerable to her whims. She caressed my back and bum with the crop, and made appreciative noises. She avoided saying “Target acquired.” She’d said that once, I cracked up so hard it brought the scene to a crashing halt. Anticipation, always a good part of a scene like this.

Whack! “Ow! One.” She seemed extra enthusiastic about the whacking, as much as I tried not to I added the ‘Ow’ in there. Whack! “Two.” Whack! “Three, OW!” It seems strange to say that for someone who likes being spanked/whacked whatever, I don’t actually like the spanks/whacks themselves. They’re something to endure and survive, and get to the payoff. Of course that Maria was turned on by whacking me made it easier for me. I still don’t like the actual whacks.

Whack! “Four.” Whack! “Five. Ow, OW!” Extra enthusiastic there. Whack! “Six. OW!”

A pause, “Remember.” I just wanted this over with, I didn’t need a pause, and I tended to be somewhat distracted by the pain to think at times like this.

Whack! “Seven.”

“You’re mine.” I did like being owned by Maria, I loved it when she claimed me, but I was still distracted at this point.

Whack! “Eight”

“I decide.”

Whack! “Nine, OW!” Whack! “Ten.”

“Who to.”

Whack! “Eleven.”

“Lend you.”

Whack! “Twelve.”

“To!”

Whack! Whack! “Thirteen, Ow, fourteen.” They came quicker now. Whack! Whack! Whack! “Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.” Only three more to go, I think I could make this to the end.

Whack! “Eighteen.” Whack! “Nineteen,” Back to the more normal pacing now. Whack! “Twenty, OW! OW!” I made it.

I bounced onto my side, Maria was there as usual welcoming, I launched myself to her and hugged her as though my life depended on it. “Thank you, thank you.” My insides were the usual jumble, I loved her, I was loved, the euphoria caught me, I was happy, I wanted to explode with delight.