Miranda was wondering about the temple grounds, collecting flowers for the centerpiece at dinner. She was bent over, smelling the crimson roses when she felt a hand upon her bottom. Had she been outside the temple, she would have turned around and smacked the face of the owner of that hand. But she was at the temple, her home. She surely could guess who's hand was on her posterior. Miranda whirled around and planted a deep passionate kiss on....

"Jazelle!!!" Miranda sputtered. Jazelle just stood the there grinning and laughing.

"That was a friendly welcome, Miranda!" She continued to laugh, her breasts jiggling nearly out of her gauze robes.

"Well, you don't go just groping a girl, I thought you were Lord Ares!" Miranda tried to regain her composure. The younger girls on the grounds were giggling behind their hands and whispering at the scene the two priestesses were making.

"I doubt that, I heard Master Ares was rather cross with you last night. I don't know what you did, but his eyes were even blacker than usual when he left your chambers. I hid in the curtains when I saw him coming down the hall. What on Olympus did you do to make him so upset?"

Miranda blushed and fiddled with the flowers in her hands. She really had no desire to tell anyone what happened last night, but Jazelle would surely find out eventually anyway. "ididntgfhgfgdilkljk" Miranda mumbled, indistinctly. "You didn't what? I couldn't understand you"

Miranda blushed even more, as if trying to blend into the crimson flowers and disappear. "I didn't cum when Master Ares commanded me to do so. I didn't cum all night for him." Tears streamed down her reddened cheeks. She was embarrassed and ashamed.

Jazelle was puzzled. One touch of his strong tanned hands had her begging to be allowed to cum. "What happened? That is unusual for you, Miranda." Jazelle wrapped her arms around her and hugged the sobbing priestess. Miranda looked up at Jazelle, grateful for the comforting embrace. She looked up into Jazelle's eyes. "I spent the evening after dinner in the hot springs."

Jazelle found nothing unusual about that. In fact the hot springs usually made her long to be touched even more. She looked at Miranda, hoping she would explain further.

Miranda pulled away, and looked at Jazelle. "Let's talk somewhere more private. I don't want all the girls to know about this."

They were starting to head inside when Jazelle recalled why she has came to get Miranda in the first place. "Oh, Miranda! There is a visitor in the temple waiting for you! I forgot!" Now it was Jazelle's turn to blush. The two priestesses rushed to the foyer. There, dressed in brown and tan leather, stood Hercules. Miranda hesitated and then went to him, and hugged him. They were long time friends, though Ares didn't fully approve.

"Why do you blush so when you see me?" Hercules remarked with a twinkle in his eyes.

Miranda pulled back and looked to Jazelle. "You never told me it was Hercules, Jazelle!"

Jazelle laughed. "You never asked me!"

Hercules looked at Miranda and smiled. "I need to talk with you, little one. Let's go to the hot springs. It is more private."

Miranda gasped, and then regained her composure. "Um, we can talk in the throne room or the dining area. They are empty right now."

Miranda did NOT want to be at the hot springs with Hercules. Not after last night. Hercules grasped her arm gently. "No, let's go to the hot springs. It is more relaxing there."

The two went off in the direction of the springs, leaving Jazelle in the foyer with an idea of what happened last night and with sympathy for what might happen to Miranda once she got there.

Hercules and Miranda entered the springs to find that it was not empty at all. Lord Ares was there in the water. Miranda nearly cried out in her surprise. Before she could react, Hercules had grabbed her thin robes and torn them from her body. He gently picked her naked body up and placed her in the springs. She wanted to go to Ares, but was afraid at the same time. Hercules was discarding his clothing.

Miranda looked up and nearly came down her legs. His rock hard and tanned body was different, but equal to that of his brother. His manhood stood at attention, and seemed to be as large as the demigod himself. Miranda closed her eyes, trying to will the lustful feelings away. Her Master was sitting right here, and she was wanting his brother.

As He stepped down into the hot water, Miranda screamed. Her hair was being pulled backwards in Ares large fist. She was now touching Ares bare flesh, her eyes forced to look into his.

"Do you think I do not know why you were unable to follow my instructions last night, little girl? I asked my brother here. He is not my favorite relation, with all his goody goody values, but he loves to see a young girl punished. You should know that, since you were lovers before you came here."

Miranda had no idea Lord Ares knew of her relations with Hercules, before she came to his temple to serve. They had been young, exploring their sexuality together. They were just teenagers. But Lord Ares was right, even at such a young age, Hercules had enjoyed baring her bottom and spanking it until it was bright red. She had enjoyed it too, her inner thighs hot and sticky with desire long before he made love to her.

It was the reason she could not perform last night. She had been thinking back to those days, and had masturbated in the warm water over and over again, until she was sore and exhausted. She had not expected her Master to visit her chambers that evening. No matter how much she wanted to, she could not cum after having so many orgasms just hours before.

Miranda was flushed and embarrassed. Her only two lovers she had ever had were here together and they intended to punish her. Their combined strength would surely work against her today. She would be too sore to sit for days. She feared this and desired it, at the same time. She felt her loins tingle with want.

Before she could try to push this feeling away, she was being lifted across the edge of the springs wall, her wet and now tenderized bottom and thighs exposed, just her feet left in the warm water. Her hands flew back instinctively, to protect her ass and were pulled away. She looked back to see them both standing waist deep in the water, Hercules holding her wrists and Ares reaching for something she couldn't see.

Suddenly her bottom was lit on fire, and she looked back to see Ares wielding his thick belt. She closed her eyes and felt the fire across both cheeks again. The pain was greater than she ever remembered, the smack against her wet flesh deafening. The belt smacked down repeatedly, the tears leaked from her tightly closed eyelids unnoticed. Just as her bottom was going numb from the repeated strikes, she felt her hands being released and looked back.

Hercules was standing behind her and Ares was pulling himself from the water. His manhood was as hard as his steely gaze and Miranda trembled. Hercules began using his hand to smack her thighs. She began squirming, trying to avoid his hard hand. He wrapped his muscular arm around her feminine waist, keeping her still as the smacks lit her damp thighs up. Ares knelt in front of her, and pulled her head up by her hair.

"Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted badly enough to that you couldn't keep from playing with my property?" Ares glared at her, his voice causing the tears to come again.

She was so ashamed of herself, yet she could still feel the tingling between her thighs. This must be what she wanted. Ares raised her head up further, Miranda pulling her arms up and using them to steady herself. He shoved his manhood into her mouth and began thrusting, as if it was her pussy. She had no choice but to accept it, the slapping continuing across her thighs and now her ass as well.

Ares continued thrusting into her mouth, her desiring growing into a hot fire in her groin. The spanking had stopped, but she hardly noticed until she felt something large and thick being pressed between her soaked lips. The thought of Hercules fucking her and sucking Ares cock nearly drove her over the edge. She moaned through her full mouth and felt Hercules drive into her.

Ares grabbed a handful of hair again. "You do not have permission!" He said in his deep voice. Miranda whimpered.

Miranda was being thrust at from both ends, the sensations nearly too much to take. Hercules smacked her ass hard, bringing her back.

"He told you that you do NOT have permission!" Hercules used his authoritative voice, one she rarely ever heard. He kept banging into her and giving her a very hard spanking as well.

Ares grabbed her head and drove himself deep into her throat as he came. Miranda swallowed hungrily as he pulled out of her mouth. Hercules came at nearly the same instant, pulling her hips back hard against his, and filling her with his cum. Miranda looked up, eyes begging Ares for release.

"No, you may not, young lady. You had your pleasures last night, remember?"

Miranda cried from frustration and shame as Hercules pulled out of her, and climbed from the water. Both the god and demigod stood before her, naked and spent. She looked down at the floor.

Ares picked her up and laid her on a drying cloth face up. "Now, pleasure yourself."

Miranda looked confused. Wasn't that what she was being punished for?

"NOW!" He bellowed.

Miranda hesitated and Ares picked up a long handled bathbrush from the side of the water. He began spanking the inside of her thighs.

"I won't tell you again." He said as he continued, alternating between thighs.

Miranda reluctantly spread her legs wider and slipped her hand between her thighs. She began rubbing herself like she had the evening before. The bathbrush continued to leave angry red oval shapes on the tender flesh of her inner thighs. She came almost immediately, tears streaming away from her eyes towards her ears, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Ares set the brush aside and poofed from the room, his clothing disappearing with him. Miranda looked up as Hercules finished dressing. He picked her naked body up and carried her through the hall, to her room. He kissed her lips gently and smiled as she began drifting to sleep. "It was absolutely wonderful, my sweet. Just like old times." He smiled and walked from the room, leaving her to dream of the days events.