Adventures of Aphrodite I

Dark stormy nights were her favorites. There was no pressure to go out, no expectation of performance. It was just her and the minions, and she so loved torturing her minions.

"Who's first?" She cooed. All their hands went up. Other things too. They loved the torture as much as she did, if not more. "Who wants to be my sweet baby tonight?" They all strained with desire, even though she knew she would eventually get to them all.

"I pick you, Iota." Follow me.

He smiled behind the gag in his mouth and dropped down on his hands and knees to follow her.

"I have chores for you in the kitchen. I expect dinner in an hour." You did go to the store earlier, yes?

Iota nodded.

"Good Boy! Some attention from this spoon then to help you get started?"

He smiled and put his hands on the chair, bending over. He relished this attention, and knew she was always enthusiastic and thorough. As she worked him over and the heat began to build he felt her love for him. He moved his legs apart as she turned the top of his thighs deep, deep red.

"Well, that looks lovely dear! Now get to work," she instructed as she made her way back to the living room.

"Sigma!" She snapped! "I told you to take the garbage out this morning and the can IS NOT empty! Do you have anything to say for yourself?" He had forgotten to take it out before he left for work this morning and ran into traffic on the way home. Of course, he couldn't say anything for himself anyway, since he preferred his gag to be the slightly down your throat sort of thing, that made any sound short of a whimper impossible.

"You know the consequence for this." And he did. He knew he would be paddled in a way that wasn't recreational. His stomach was dreading it, but other parts of his anatomy were obviously, embarrassingly, not.

"Follow me" she instructed, leading him rather roughly on a choke lead into the kitchen.

"I expect you to bend over with your face in the garbage can. Make sure you are steady." He knew that he would have to put much more than his face in the garbage can to be steady enough for what's coming. He slowly worked his hands down through the garbage into the bottom of the can. His entire upper body was covered. He could smell everything. Coffee grounds, banana peels, there was even a wrapped used menstrual pad right by his nose. Why did he forget? And why was he still hard? He was covered in trash. He knew it was the life he wanted though, the life he asked for. He was so happy that she made it happen, that she gave him what he needed.

It was then that the first strike of the paddle made contact. It was her wide one. The light, strong plastic that stung so damn much. She wasn't doing it for fun either. He knew this was a punishment. It took his breath away. She gave him a moment to breathe, or a moment to remember where he was. It was one in the same. Face down in the garbage can, in the middle of being punished. He knew Iota was there, in the kitchen too, watching out of the corner of his eye. She swung the paddle again, holding nothing back, and this time didn't give him time to catch his breath. The blows came over and over, with no recovery time. It felt like his buttocks were going to explode from the pain. Tears fell from his eyes into the garbage. He had to fight himself to stay in place. He knew he had to, for himself, for her.

After what seemed like an eternity, he realized that the blows had stopped. He felt her hand softly caressing his throbbing cheeks and heard a whisper. "Sigma, it's over now. Take the trash out and then go get cleaned up." He managed to stand up and nod his head, then realized that her instructions meant he was to walk out to the trash can, naked except for the gag, and obviously well spanked. All he could think of was his bright red beacon of an ass that was going to draw the attention of everyone for miles.

Of course, she knew that there were no neighbors, and the tree cover enclosed her property well, but she wanted him to feel every step of the 20 feet across the driveway in the pouring rain, hyper-aware of his vulnerability. He finished his task and went to shower. Dinner was coming.

She ambled back to the living room. Her last charge, Nu, was waiting in anticipation, especially after having heard Sigma's experience from the kitchen.

"Nu, have you been a good boy today?" He nodded his head and looked at her adoringly. "Let's go check the bedroom then and make sure you did your chores to my liking." He followed her, crawling, up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"Oh! It looks like you did very well! The bed is made nicely, and all of my boots are well shined." She then slyly smiled. "Except the ones I'm wearing." She grabbed her massage wand and laid back on the bed, her feet dangling off of the side encased in high heeled black shiny boots, with the tiniest chain dropping around her ankle. "Why don't you get these cleaned up properly with your tongue while I work out this kink between my legs."

Nu cradled her boot in his hand and went to work with his tongue as she moaned in the bed. He kept licking his goddess's heels clean while he felt her pleasure growing in waves. He loved this taste, this moment. He felt the shaking when her pleasure peaked. He cradled her legs lovingly. He smelt her arousal and knew that this, this was what he wanted in life.

It was dinner time. She smoothed her skirt down and started down the stairs. Nu briefly visited his room to take his gag out and put his dinner harness on. He was hungry.

They gathered around the table in the kitchen, eager for the meal, thankful for their family, knowing they were loved. The meatloaf was delicious. The rest of the night would be even more so.