Miranda slid silently from the bed she was in and walked across the room. The morning sun shone brightly through the sheer curtains. She looked out onto the gardens, watching the ladies going about their morning chores. She mindlessly popped grapes into her mouth, peeling the skins off slowly between her teeth.

She looked back towards the bed, her Master sleeping deeply. Her eyes wandered across his body, drinking in the sight, and wondering again how she had gotten so lucky to be in his charge. She loved waking in his room, his body pressed close to her. The greatest reward one of his priestess' could get was to be allowed to spend the rest of heated evening in his arms. Often they were sent to return to their own chambers and sleep alone.

Many beautiful and powerful women envied her position. To be the lover of not just a god, but the most handsome god on Olympus. She could see the look in their eyes when she was at his side during feasts and gatherings. This gave her an inner glow, though she wouldn't dare to brag about such things.

Miranda sat on the stone sill of the large window, one leg drawn to her chest, the other dangling over the edge. She resumed her watch of the activities below. Jazelle and Arcana were supervising the ritual bathing in the river, and directing the servants as they bustled around the gardens.

Miranda giggled when Jazelle slapped Arcana on the bottom as she walked past. The indignant look on Arcana's face was priceless. Her laughing must have woken Ares. His strong hand slipped past her leg and squeezed her bare breast firmly. Miranda looked up and right into his dark eyes. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. His other hand grabbed her leg and pulling it down and twisting her towards him. She sighed as his lips pulled from hers. He slid his arm beneath her naked thighs and lifted her to his bare chest. she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. He carried her back to the bed and laid her down gently.

He kissed his way up her body, pausing to nibble upon her breasts. Miranda squirmed and closed her eyes. He kissed her eyelids softly and then whispered into her ear. Her smile immediately turned into a pout and she grumbled about it not being fair. He pulled back and looked into her eyes disapprovingly. Ares shook his head at her and leaned back. He flipped Miranda over before she had time to react. He landed several solid smacks across her bare bottom. She wiggled across the bed, trying to avoid his heavy hand of punishment. He pulled her back and across his lap. With his strong arm wrapped around her waist, she could do nothing more than kick her feet and whimper as her peppered spanks up and down her thighs and bottom.

After a while, she stopped fighting and lay there sobbing and sniffling. He slipped her onto the bed and kissed the bright red flesh on her bottom, sinking his teeth into the plumpest parts and causing her to yelp. He stood up and began getting dressed, working the tight leather pants across the huge bulge now obvious between his legs. Miranda rolled over and stood up. She walked over to him and kissed him softly between the shoulder blades. She hoped to lure him back to his bed, delaying his departure even further.

Ares turned around, his eyes laughing, and pulled her close. He explained in no uncertain terms that she had best get on her way to her duties before she was on the receiving end of a very nasty punishment. She started to pout again, her hands moving to her hot bottom, and thought better of it. He kissed her again and walked to the door. Miranda called out after him, telling him she loved him. He turned and smiled again, and told her he knew that and she was damn good at it as well. Miranda blushed and smiled to herself as he left her to daily chores.