Echoes of Olympus (Tangerine and Bombay)

[Tangerine]

Did the chill marble feel good against her hand-beaten arse? Or did sitting on it rather make the sting worse? She wasn’t sure really, but was somehow positive the goddess could handle it. “Oh, were you crying?” Elena looked at her, her gaze occasionally slipping towards the woman’s chest. Since those tears weren’t caused by sadness, she admittedly didn’t feel much pity.

Looking into the pool now, Elena idly kicked her legs up and down. “Well, I guess it was a little hard,” she chuckled, almost in a guilty manner. Her palm would also agree that the smacks had been sound. Aphrodite had the type of bum that one just couldn't stop whacking and playing with.

“You surely have your way of tempting people,” she admitted. Even while looking away, she could almost still see the goddess’ perfect bottom. “Though it wouldn’t hurt to be a good girl for a while,” Elena suggested, putting a hand on the goddess’ thigh and giving it a few taps of sympathy.

“I wouldn't call it trying either,” she added, now rubbing the woman's thigh. About the goddess’ seduction that is. Like a scratch post, this naughty kitten had scratched and scratched her using her charm. “Actually, I can't see beyond your allure in this enamoured state to tell your sincerity,” the soldier bashfully admitted. “I mean. Better play safe.” She drew her face closer to Aphrodite’s teary eyes. “Kinda.”

One of her arms plunged into the pool, going under the goddess’ knees. She pulled those shapely legs off the water and lifted them towards the ceiling like sculpted pillars. The goal wasn’t necessarily to admire Aphoridite’s legs, however. It was rather to once again expose her big, bare, wet bottom. An upturned one, in this case. Again, every pair of eyes in the temple was on the goddess’ round bum. While she kept the woman’s legs up, Elena unhooked the daddy’s paddle from her waist.

[Bombay]

Blushing deeply, the girl quickly turned her body fully, and wiped her tears. The blush on her cheeks darkened as she shifted in her seated position. “I-I wasn’t crying. That must be the heat from the pool running down my cheeks, or your poor eyesight. You humans have the wildest imagination, to think a mortal could get tears out of me” She denied.

“Humph, yes you were! You should be ashamed of treating me in such a way, I have half a mind to show you exactly how much it hurts, but count yourself lucky that I’m feeling merciful today. If you caught me at a different time, your bottom would be hotter than the sun and redder than a pomegranate.

“Yes, you don’t say? It’s not just words that draw people close to me, it’s action and beauty. You could learn a thing or two, even a barbarian and a brute like yourself holds inner beauty. With some work, you could find someone…adequate.” Aphrodite replied, taking a quick glance back when Elena patted her thigh “I’m always a ‘good girl’, just not everyone sees it that way”

“Well, that’s your problem and not mine. If you’re blind, then you should go check that out. I’m the goddess of love, not the goddess of eyesight. Perhaps you should pay them a visit, and perhaps redden their bottom…whoever they are” But after her snarky comment, she was forced to lay on her back, her legs straight and raised towards the ceiling. “This is an odd position, but whatever you’re into,” Aphrodite said, crossing her arms. At first, she didn’t see what was happening. She just thought the girl was being lewd. Unfortunately, when she heard something removed from Elena’s buckle, she looked over to see her father’s paddle.

“Y-You wouldn’t!” she gulped, but seeing the girl’s unwavering face, Aphrodite tried to weasel her way out. “Wait, we can talk about this! My bottom is sore enough, you don’t need to paddle me!”