Enjoy your punishment

"So, I think some spankings would be good to start. Let's say, twenty." You inwardly delight, looking forward to this punishment. However, you do your best not to reveal your eagerness, which you succeed for now. "We can either have you stand up, or lie down for this. Your choice." You opt to lie down, not really wanting to lose your balance if it ends up being more than twenty. Your head rests on the bean bag bed, your ass raised slightly, waving very gently in the air. Then you feel a sharp slap on your rear, stinging slightly. You do your best to withhold your moan, trying to focus on not revealing that you are massively getting off on this. "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." An idea sparks in your mind. A dangerous idea, but an idea nevertheless. As the next one strikes, you do your best to focus, successfully counting "two" without giving away your arousal. Then a third slap to your rear, this time to your other cheek. "Three." At this point, you begin to grow moist, your arousal would start to be obvious to anyone who touches your pussy. Slap. "Four." Slap. "Fi-" you start, but it gets cut off as a moan spills from your mouth, you losing yourself to the pleasure in the pain.

"Are you enjoying this?" You blush, unsure of how to answer. Nevertheless, he slides a finger down to your groin, and you feel it press against your wetness. "You are. Seems I've found a little masochist. Very well, from here on you'll add 'thank you' at the end of every spanking." Slap. "Six, thank you." Seems you can successfully restrain yourself after all, your will being iron sometimes. Slap. "Seven, thank you." Slap. "Eight, thank you." You barely hold back the moan this time, some getting barely through your lips as the faint whine of your moan can likely be heard by the hunter's sharp ears. Nevertheless, slap. "Nine, thank you." Slap. "Ten, thank yo- ahn" Another highly audible moan interrupts the end of your sentence, you blushing profusely. Perhaps you should abandon your previous idea to be bratty with the count, you would be here all night. Slap. "Eleven, thank you." Gentle moans are starting to get through with every spanking as the repeated spanks send more of both pain and pleasure to your brain, the pain getting blocked out, at least for now. Slap. "Twelve, thank you." Somewhat amazingly, you manage to withhold all moans on that one. Slap. A loud moan trills through the air, forcing you to not say "thirteen, thank you" until after it leaves your mouth. Guess you aren't so amazing after all. Slap. "Thirteen, thank you," you say, crap, was that the correct count? I lost track somewhere in there. Seeing your mental consternation, Zagreus chuckles. "Lost count, have we? Well, we'll just have to start from scratch. Do better this time."

Slap. A loud moan fills the air before you can manage to count off "One, thank you." Zagreus moves his mouth to your ear, "well you may be shit at math but at least you can follow instructions. Good girl." Gods, your cheeks must be red as a ruby right now. Slap. "Two, tha_ahnk you." Zagreus chuckles, seemingly unable to contain his amusement at your predicament. Slap. Your moan once more fills the air, your arousal clear at this point to anyone who merely glances at your panties. "Three, thank you." Slap. Your moan spills loudly forth, as you start to lose control of all ability to restrain your communication of pleasure. Slap_. "Four, thank you." You once again hear a chuckle. "I'll let that one slide with the exception of the one you didn't count won't count." Crap, you must have accidentally missed one. You attempt to steel your th- slap. Another moan spills forth, though the walls here are thick and house largely empty, if anyone happened to be standing outside the room right now, they would likely hear what's happening inside. "Five, thank you." Slap. As this one hits your rear, the jolt of pleasure causes you to be unable to hold back, as your muscles clench and release, your face collapsing into the bean bag as you have an unexpected orgasm. "Six, thank you." Somehow, miraculously, you keep track of the count in all of the mess. "Seems you're even more of a masochist than I thought you were. You somehow came just from my spankings. I'm honestly impressed that you kept track of the count after that orgasm though." Slap. You fiercely moan again, your rear now tender from the repeated pains at your rear. "Seven, thank you." Crap, much more of this and the pain will start to overwhelm the pleasure. You better stop trying to suppress your moans, instead focusing on the count. Slap. "Ei-anh-ght. Thank you." Slap. Your moan spills forth, your thighs beginning to become damp from your moisture. Slap. "Nine, thank you." Your moan fills the air. Gods, why can't he just put his member inside me already? you contemplate, only to have said contemplations inter- slap. "Ten, thank you." You start to be overwhelmed by the pleasure, but you quickly steel your thoughts to focus on the co- slap. "Eleven, thank you," you moan out, unable to form coherent words without the listener being fluent in moan-ese. slap. "Twelve, th-" a particularly loud moan expands through the room, you once more getting close. Gods, how much of a slut am I? However, your internal interrogation can't go anywh- slap. "Thirteen, thank you." That time was almost coherent, your moan being much subtler as you have a miraculous gain of co-slap. Your self-congratulations is cut short as you loudly moan once more. "Thi-" you start but then quickly realize that you lost track again and correct it to "fourteen, thank you." "Seems you're not so bad at math as I gave you credit for." Okay, it still feels so very pleasant but it's starting to smart, you're not sure how much more of this you ca- slap. "Fifteen, thank yo-" you blurt out, your moan coming forth at the end, your face burying itself into the bean bag bed. Slap. This time your moans are muffled by the chair, you lifting your head after to say, "Sixteen, thank you." Okay, only four more, you can do this, girl. Get ahold of yourself. But then you pause, as you realize it's been a while since the last one. Crap, did you mess up again? You think back, not sure of the an- slap. Your moan once more collapses you into the bean bag bed "Seventeen, thank you." Okay, seems you're not losing track, Zagreus is just a little sadistic. Slap. Your moan once more fills the air; Zagreus has got to be enjoying this considering his aforementioned probable sadism. "Eighteen, thank you." Slap. Your head buries itself into the bed once more as a moan once more spills out of your mouth, your shoulders slumped against the bed. Slap. Your moan is slightly quieter this time, pain beginning to overwhelm the pleasure. Seems you're near your limit. "Nineteen, thank you." Slap. "Twenty, thank you," you blurt out, moan interwoven with speech. Your ass smarts, but you did get through it. Who knew twenty was so much?

Zagreus lies next to you, arm embracing you slightly. "You alright? I did need to carry that out, that box is not supposed to be opened. I do apologize if it was too much for you though." You silently nod, you managed to get through alright somehow. "Were you still up for that implicit offer earlier? Wanting to make sure after all that." You nod, eyes pleading with him, please fuck me, I need it so bad right now. "Nuh uh- we don't do any of this unclear head movement stuff here. I need clear verbal consent from you." You blush. Gods, that is so hot. "Yes, please fuck me, I need you inside me." "Very well, but let's get you out of those clothes. I have no intention of impregnating you today, but when I cum it's still going to need to go somewhere." You blush, realizing that your back is likely going to have his cum on it after this is said and done. You stand up, legs wobbling due to the immediately antecedent activities, and pull your dress up and off of yourself, pulling your panties away from your wetness as your absolutely wet mess of a cunt is now on full display before him. "Well, I have to say, you're certainly quite cute to look at. Why don't we have you ride me, I'd like to see your face the next time you cum." You blush at the thought, realizing now that the cum will likely end up up by your breasts. Nevertheless, you nod. He looks at you, expectantly. Oh right. "Yes please." "Very well." He takes his clothes off, staring with his shirt, exposing his bare muscles. His arms are absolutely built, but his chest is relatively normal. Despite still clearly having muscles, they're nowhere near as chiseled as his arms and shoulders. Next come his pants and underpants, huh, odd that he doesn't wear a toga you realize. Nevertheless, he sits on the chair, his arousal standing stiff. You estimate it's probably about six inches, so quite a bit there but certainly no sex god. "Go ahead, climb onto it." You slide over to him, lowering yourself onto his rod as a moan comes from your mouth as you skewer yourself onto it, reminding you of your built up arousal.

You gently begin to move, becoming a one-woman lift as you slowly start to slide up and down, it not being the easiest to lift your own weight with something actively inside you, your movements driving it up and down inside you. Seeing the deliberateness of your movements, he chuckles. "Very well, then, I'll help you along; wouldn't want you to be so focused on fucking me that you lose your arousal." His hands go to your sides, one under your ass and one at your lower hip as he solidly grasps you, aiding your motions along. You still have full control, but now you no longer need to concentrate as you start to confidently and comfortably bob up and down his shaft, his fine-tuned hunter's senses instantly feeling when your muscles begin to shift. You start to get into it; previously having desperately needed him inside you and now beginning to genuinely enjoy it. You place your hands on his shoulders, using it for support as the four limbs act as shock absorbers, allowing your movements to be smooth, his length causing building tension within your core. You start to speed up, no, you quickly speed up, your body's previous **** arousal returning as you want, no need to get to your previous height. Your mind goes back to those spankings, your nerves remembering the sheer pleasure through the pain as you feel yourself quickly approaching. You continue bouncing on his member, it being driven back and forth within your passage. Your muscles start to release as your mind blocks out reality, being **** to focus on your own pleasure. By the time you come to, you find that he is patiently waiting for you, and you start pushing yourself up and down on his rod once more. However, what seems like just a short time later, he pulls you off of it entirely, pushing his member along the outside of your vagina, your clit now resting against his base as a long arc of semen flies up and onto your face, the next landing on your breasts and a third landing just below them. Seems this copulation has come to a close, since he previously stated that he didn't want to get you pregnant. He tosses a towel to you - how does he find anything in this mess? - which you use first to pat your lower regions mostly dry with, and then to get his cum off of your body, not wanting to display your escapades to the rest of the Hades household.