Miranda is in charge of many things at the temple of her Master. She often takes charge of the young girls that come for formal training as Priestesses and the galas that are held in the large rectory. She is very good at what she does, sometimes too good.

It is getting late and her Master has still not returned from his battle across the sea. Miranda walks through the throne room extinguishing candles, preparing to retire to her chambers for the evening. Suddenly she looks up, a distant but familiar sound drawing her attention. The sound of hoofs pounding upon the stone walkway leading to the front entrance. He has returned.

Ares bounds off his black steed and dusts off his leather clad body. Why do mortals travel like this all the time, he thinks. Ares much prefers a flashier entrance, golden rays of light and awe upon all faces present. Far more godly. He draws a deep breath and sighs, content to be home. He snaps his fingers and appears in a flash into the inner sanctuary. He looks....but sees only Miranda, dressed in her evening attire. He looks around and feels his anger rising.

"What is the meaning of this?" he bellows, the sound of his dark voice filling the room.

Miranda cringes slightly. "The meaning of what, Sir?"

Ares reaches out and grabs Miranda's wrist. "where are the girls? They were to be here waiting!"

Miranda whimpers. "Master, I sent them to bed. It was getting very late..I thought you would not return this evening. I'm sorry, Sir."

Ares dark eyes deepen. He knows there is a lesson to be taught, and he must begin immediately. He pulls Miranda's wrist, moving her within inches of his face.

"You have overstepped the bounds my pet. You have forgotten your place. I see I need to remind you." Ares grabs the length of her chemise and draws it upwards. He grabs her bottom roughly, "let's begin here."

Miranda looks into his eyes, her dark brown ones full of fear. She knows she must accept what he gives, and that he would never truly hurt her, but her terror is real all the same. Tears spring to her eyes, and she gazes at her feet, ashamed of herself for her transgression.

Ares pulls her up the short steps to his throne. He kisses her cheek softly, then bends her across the large ornate arm. He pushes her gown up onto the small of her back, exposing her fleshy bottom. Ares does not allow her to wear underclothes. He likes to have her whenever he likes without fussing with undressing.

"I am going to punish you now. Do you know why you are in need of training?"

Miranda draws in a deep sobbing breath, "I am being punished for making decisions that are not mine to make, Master. I ruined your homecoming." Miranda breaks down, her body shaking from the ragged breath. Her heart aches, for she has disappointed her Master.

Ares draws his belt from his waist and doubles it over. He draws his arm backwards, making a full swing. The belt cracks loudly across the center of both cheeks, and Miranda has to will herself to stay in position. He repeats the motion several times, causing a deep purple stripe to appear across her bouncing bottom. Miranda cries out loudly, unable to contain her voice.

Ares continues his merciless assault upon her ass, the room filled with soft pleads and apologies between the gasps and moans. He makes sure to redden every bit of flesh between her knees and small of her back. Miranda obediently takes her punishment, not trying to scurry away as the younger girls might. She knows she was wrong and needs to be taught a lesson.

"Have you learned your lesson yet, young lady? Or do I need to continue?" Ares silently examines his handiwork, looking as small deep bruises and welts surface on her perfect bottom. He sighs deeply. There is a reason why she is his head priestess.

"Yes Master...I will not take it upon myself to presume differently from what I am told." Miranda places her face into the cushion to hide her shame and her tears.

"Good," Ares tosses the belt aside and unbuttons his pants. He pulls out his large cock and rubs it up and down her swollen ass. Miranda quivers. He feels the heat from her bottom and his organ throbs.

"I will now accept your apology and take from you what is mine. Do you understand me?"

Miranda becomes awash with desire, her submissiveness obvious as she raises up to accommodate him. "Yes Master, my body is your temple. Please use it as you see fit."

Ares laughs in his deep hearty way, "I chose, my pet." He slides his cock across her slippery lips and then presses her ass back down to its former position. He reaches up and grasps a handful of hair roughly, and pulls her head backwards.

Miranda lets out a lustful gasp, her body aflame with desire. "Yes Sir."

Ares takes his engorged cock and presses it firmly against her puckered orafice. Miranda shudders. He jabs it deep within her, causing her to gasp yet again, absorbing the pain of such a forceful intrusion, and turning it into passion. Her body quivers as he thrusts into her again and again, her lips dripping with juice. She begs him to let her cum but he refuses, pulling her hair back harder. This is his pleasure, his reward for teaching her so well. She must only give freely of her body.

Ares groans behind her, pulling his stiffness out and forcing it deeply back into her. His breath quickens as his pace picks up. He reaches up with his free hand and rips the chemise away from her breasts. he grabs her left breast in his hand and pinches the nipple roughly, causing Miranda to cry out in surprise and pain. He holds her ample breast like a handle, driving himself into her harder.

Ares throws his head backwards crying out in an exotic sound of lust and pleasure, filling her bottom with his regal cum. Miranda gasps, feeling his fluid fill her to overflowing. Ares lays his soft leathered chest against her sweat glistened back, and kisses her neck. "apology accepted, now go to my room. You owe me a welcome home gift."