Teach her to behave

"What am I going to do with you?" The question is more for yourself than your unexpected trespasser, but she answers anyways. Looking up at you from her knees, her green eyes meet yours quite shyly for someone who so boldly snuck into your tent - and your bed.

"Are you going to punish me?" Her voice is even softer and sweeter than ever and as small as she is, you have a hard time believing she is even eighteen. Almost like she can read your thoughts Sara shares a little about her childhood. "When we were little, our governess always said if she wasn't firm with us, Mara and I would never behave." You doubt very much that Sara's governess ever found this pretty thing naked in her bed.

"And how did your governess keep you behaving?" You have a pretty good idea how these these girls, like so many others throughout the Hellenic City States, were trained to be suitable brides for whoever their families chose.

"We had to lay over her lap and she whacked us with her brush." This is a really bad idea, but on the other hand you can't have her and her sister sneaking into your tent.

"Come here." Sara licks her plump lips nervously, but after hesitation of three of four heartbeats, she obediently crawls across the bed and drapes herself over your thighs with her pretty feet and hands resting on the carpet below. "I don't have a hairbrush handy ..." this is actually a white lie, there is a brush in your dresser but you're not telling her that.

"You'll have to use your hand, Sire." Her whisper is so soft that you're not even sure a man without your divine gifts could have even heard her, not that you really need her suggestion. Even just using your bare hand you'll have to be careful not to spank her too hard.

Even so, your first smack makes Sara squeak like a kitten, but you are more interested in the warmth of her tight skin and the way the creamy whiteness of her ass is starting to turn rosy. Before the next one, you take the time to caress the rounded flesh of her ass and murmur soothing words of comfort.

The next four come more rapidly, and by the time the last smack lands Sara is bleating like a lost lamb.

"I'm sorry, Sire... I'm sorry." Her whole body is jerking on my upper thighs and the rubbing against your sex is making it grow harder in spite of your best intentions. "Please, I'll be a good girl ... I'll be good." You were going to give her at least a full half dozen, but as your hard hand comes to rest on her again you decide that five is enough.

"OK, you did really well." Your hand caresses the enflamed flesh gently as you praise her. "Are you going to do what I say from now on?" She looks up from your lap with tears on her cheeks.

"Lord Darius said that we had to let you do anything you wanted..."

"Did he now?" You had almost forgotten about that nasty piece of work. "Did he have time to tell you what to expect?" You feel Sara stop fidgeting and her cheeks get even redder. Whatever it was that happened with the twins and Lord Darius was clearly both memorable and embarrassing.

"Oh yes, Mara and I were brought to him for a private inspection." It sounds as bad as you imagined. "We had to take off all our clothes, and stand there naked as he touched us all over." You let her slide off your lap and she kneels by your feet as she recounts the encounter. "His fingers were inside me, Sire, and Mara too. His Lordship told us that you were going to ... he told us you'd use us ... you know, for sex."