Endure your punishment (warning: pregnancy risk)

"So, I think some spankings would be good to start. Let's say, twenty." You sigh, bracing yourself for what's to come. "We can either have you stand up, or lie down for this. Your choice." You opt to stand up, bracing your hands against the desk you got the chest from. You mentally steel yourself for what's to come, hoping that it'll be over with quickly. Then you feel a sharp slap on your rear, stinging slightly. You do your best to endure, knowing there's still nineteen to come. "Oh, was I not clear enough? I'm going to need you to count out your spankings. I'll be generous since I wasn't fully clear previously, but you'll need to do better on the next one or the count's going to reset." You inwardly groan, so he's one of those is he? As the next one strikes, you do your best to snap back to reality, successfully counting "two." Then a third slap to your rear, this time to your other cheek. "Three." This, predictably, is followed by yet another. "Four." Slap. "Five."

This continues, and even worse, he manipulates the timing of the spanks; keeping you in suspense for some of them as you don't know exactly when the next one will happen. Eventually, however, you feel one last spanking and say, "twenty." Your ass smarting, you simply stand back up and turn to face him. "There, that's done. It may not have been fun but at least now you don't have to disappoint dear old mom and dad, do you?" He gives you a moment of pause and asks, "so you mentioned something about doing something to make me to forget you snooping around and finding a box that holds a household secret? You still interested, or did I put you out of the mood?" "How about first you tell me why you asked me to count?" "Ah, that's simple. You see, my strength as a deity is roughly five times that of some of the stronger men among mortals, and I'm on the weaker side as far as deities go. My father? He has roughly four times my strength." You mentally reel at this - you didn't realize that deities were just of a completely different level with everything. Seeing your awe, he pipes up, "yeah, well, you pick up a few things in your thousands of years of existence. I, for example, as the oldest child of Hades and Persephone, was born about ten thousand years ago; I and my elder sister both predate our time on this planet. My younger sister though? She was born about three thousand years ago, and just became an adult something like a thousand years ago." "Anyways, the reason I had you count is so I could focus on controlling my strength. End of the day, you do worship my parent and I'm not looking to wipe you out any time soon." You blush, you had thought it was because he was a pervert. He looks at you, instantly understanding your emotions behind the blush. "I mean, all of us gods are pretty kinky, but us of the house of Hades are pretty tame. Now Artemis, she would get off on spanking you specifically. Absolutely no interest in men, but women? Let's just say she's only a virgin if you only count men. Nah, the only one of us Hellenics that's truly a virgin would be Athena. Well, and those too young or isolated to really get exposure to sex." Oh my gods, he's a massive fucking nerd. You've gotta shut him up or he's gonna flood your mind with useless facts that might never be of use. You simply raise yourself onto your toes, resting your arms on his shoulders for support and press your mouth against his, causing him to blush. Huh, he's kinda cute when he's blushing rather than talking a million miles an hour.

You break the kiss, him replying, "I take it you're interested in that distraction, then?" "Ya, duh. Just needed to make sure you weren't trying to get off on that punishment first." At your consent, he starts stroking his finger along your side through your clothes, sending a small shiver down your spine. He grins, "I take it that sort of touch is more to your liking then?" You shoot him a dirty look in retort, no way would you get off on the spankings. This time he slides his hand under your dress, gently tracing along your side and then down your outer thigh and then back up the inner, skipping over your nethers. Ugh, life is so unfair sometimes you think as his hand continues up your stomach and over to your breast, finger weaving around and gently pushing your nipple, with you starting to feel slight moisture at your crotch, your breath catching as you start to get into this. As his hands continue their tease, you bring your face back to enjoin with his, lips locked together with his. As you continue, you start to feel a stiffness form under his clothes, it pressing into your legs. Hmm, this could be fun you think, slightly moving your leg, "accidentally" brushing against the cucumber in his trousers, causing his mouth to open with yours as he draws a slight gasp from your mouth. You, of course, have fun with this, inserting your tongue into his mouth in order to play hide and seek with his own tongue.

He continues using his hand to tease you relentlessly, moving hand around your body. It's at your back now, tracing along your spine, but then shifts places, running up and down your inner thigh. Your thigh, of course, is occupied with gradually toying with his hidden penis. Unfortunately, you are the first to blink, moaning into his mouth without him even having touched your sex once. Okay, that's enough foreplay you think, pressing your weight forward and causing him to instinctually lie down in the beanbag chair. You gently slip your wet panties off under your dress and pull his trousers down, his member being released from its cage. Pulling the hem of your dress up, you press your cunt against his member, gently using its wetness to slide up and down his member, the shaft massaging your labia as the head sometimes passes along your clit. "Don't you think we should probably take off our clothes if we're gonna do this? Don't want to get cum on them, do we?" "You could always cum inside." He pauses a moment, conflicted. Eventually, seeming to give in to his desires he simply nods, "very well, as you wish." You then simply continue your labia hugs of his phallus, moaning slightly whenever you pass your clit over its head. Eventually, your anticipation overtakes you as you go further up than previously on one stroke, pressing your weight down a bit on the downstroke, sliding his member deep within you, and eliciting a low groan from him as you do so. You giggle, enjoying the sense of control over the god, as he seems to get lost in the moment. You now start moving up and down his shaft, your inner walls massaging his member as he begins moaning. {if Vaginal > 2}Okay, I can definitely see why men like it when I moan now.{else}Huh, that's pretty cute now that I hear it.{endif} You start accelerating, and he continues moaning, you bringing one of your hands to your chest as you let your legs do the work and leaving your other arm for balance.

As you ride, you start to get seriously into it, your finger teasing and gently pinching your nipple through your clothes. This time it's your turn to start moaning, your arousal clearly evident as tension begins building. You accelerate still more, and the son of Hades is now fully lost in the pleasure, oblivious to anything around him. Not knowing whether or not he has a refractory period, and not expecting him to remotely be coherent enough to finish you off after his orgasm, your hand on your breast now slips under your skirt, playing with your clit as electric pleasure travels up your body. Unfortunately, it is for naught as you feel his body tense slightly, his member softening within you afterwards. You sigh in defeat, causing him to sit up in response, whispering in your ear, "Oh? And what makes you think we're finished? Would be kind of rude of me to leave you so close when you did all the work, wouldn't it?" He proceeds to run his hand up your side underneath your dress and start teasing your side, which is pretty close to **** after getting so close. That is, until his hand runs up to your breast and starts massaging it, fingers toying with your nipple. His other hand goes to your clit, gently teasing it and index finger swirling around it, causing you to moan once more. I guess it can be good to be wrong every once in a while. This proceeds for a couple of minutes, until the hand on your breasts runs sideways around to your back and starts teasing the sensitive line along your spine. Would be nice if he weren't so into teasing me though. Nevertheless, you do moan slightly, despite your lover's hand switching to a less sensitive area. You start to let your mind sit in it after a few minutes of switching back and forth, not noticing the tension building close within you. Until eventually, he suddenly slides his index finger within you and whispers, "cum" in your ear, causing your mind to snap to your body's cliff edge state. This, of course, causes your body to go over said edge, your body suddenly becoming rigid against him, back pressing forward. Pleasure shudders within you, as you let the rolling orgasm pass through you. After you recover, you climb off him, still aroused, but not much point in getting worked back up, now is there? That leaves you in the room with the box, him resting in the bean bag bed.