by Loki Renard
In psychic form Georgia was as strong as ever, there was a slight touch of leather to her swats, as if she were spanking Anita with a glove on. The pad of her paw probably, Anita thought in between sharp jolts of pain.
It was a very sound spanking indeed, but it was not so terrible that she could not take it. Georgia expertly pushed her to the boundary of pain that made her feel safe, pain that reminded her she was owned now, but refrained from pushing her into pain for pain's sake, into the darker pain that created helplessness and misery. Throughout it all she was cradled over Georgia's lap and once Anita's bottom was warm, Georgia began to rub her in between swats, soothing her skin.
Anita was half afraid that Thera might object to the touch that stilled the pain, but she could feel that Thera was thoroughly occupied, thoroughly satisfied with the energy she was receiving. “So warm, so loving,” the Potnia Theron purred in the distance.
Craning her neck around, Anita saw that Thera's eyes were locked on her bottom. The woman seemed to jolt with pleasure as every slap landed. She truly was feeding off the pain and it was not as horrific as Anita had imagined it would be. It was just another form of energy, she realized as Georgia aimed low and dealt several firm blows to her lower cheeks, blows that made her hips lift up with the force of them.
If it were real, the spanking would have bought Anita to tears. But as it was, with Thera feeding from the pain, Anita was left with a spreading warmth that filled her body. She was being dominated, used, fed from and it was the most wonderful thing in the world. She was the sacrificial lamb, giving of her body so that others might have life and there was nothing but joy in it.
Tears began to well in her eyes, but they were not tears of pain but something else. “Anita,” Georgia said gently, brushing the tears away with her thumb. She did not need to ask if Anita was okay. All three women felt what Anita was feeling.
“That was wonderful,” Thea said finally as Georgia drew Anita up on her lap and wrapped a cloak of love about her. “Truly wonderful. The pain of love is the most delicious pain of all.”
Anita heard Georgia's voice above her, somehow high and distant. “I am going to take her back now Thera.”
It all began to fade. The woods, the woman, all became fuzzier and more distant until Anita opened her eyes and they were in their house. She was being carried in Georgia's arms. She wondered why for a moment, and then a feeling of overwhelming weakness swept over her. She groaned as Georgia laid her down on the bed. “I'm tired.”
“You will be,” Georgia soothed her, stepping away for a moment to shed her coat, then returning to gently undress Anita. “Thera fed on your energy.”
“But I'm not sore,” Anita mumbled. It was true. Her bottom didn't hurt at all. After the spanking Georgia had given her, she expected to be in pain, but she was not, not at all.
“Because I never touched you physically,” Georgia explained, helping Anita under the covers, then cuddling up with her. Anita sighed pleasantly, snuggling into the sheltering curve of Georgia's body.
“I like that kind of spanking,” she said dreamily.
“I bet you do,” Georgia chuckled, resting an arm over her. “Now sleep, you need your rest.”
“Yes Ma'am.” Anita barely finished mumbling the words before she fell asleep in Georgia's arms.
Chapter Four
It should have occurred to Anita to be angry about being the spanked sacrificial lamb, but it did not. She was far too excited about the new realms that had been opened to her. “It was like being in a whole other world, with whole other rules,” she enthused over a cup of tea.
Georgia smiled indulgently. “That's precisely what it was.”
Anita snorgled into her tea, bubbling it with laughter as memories returned. “You have a tail. I saw it!”
“You have a tail too, and it's going to be nice and red if you keep teasing me.” Georgia was smiling, but there was a glint of warning in her blue eyes that Anita paid heed to. In an odd way, having Thera barge into the gathering was the best thing that could have happened. For one, Anita had gotten some serious cred out of the magic disappearing act. Secondly, after stepping outside the meatspace it no longer made that much sense to her to deny that Georgia had some claim to seniority. She hadn't admitted that aloud as yet, but already that there was much less conflict between them.
Anita still didn't understand everything that had taken place in Thera's glade, as Georgia had dubbed the place, but she was keen to learn. She fizzed with questions day and night and for the most part, Georgia answered them willingly.
“So how old is Thera?”
Georgia smiled. “That's a good question and yet, not one that can be easily answered. She does not walk in time as we do. She is outside of it.”
“Are you outside of it too?”
“No. I am here with you my witchling, getting grey hairs,” Georgia smiled indulgently.
“But you serve her.”
“ Yes. I always have.”
“How long is always?”
“Many lifetimes,” Georgia replied.
Anita pushed her tea cup around, making what was left of the brew slosh around in the bottom. “And she comes and finds you in every new life? How annoying.”
“There is only one life really, especially to those like Thera. They do not see the cycle as important.”
“They would if they were subject to being born every few decades,” Anita grumped.
“Probably,” Georgia agreed. She tipped her head to the side as she looked at Anita. “You're taking this all rather well you know.”
“Because it's awesome. I met a woman who doesn't exist in time,” Anita grinned. “Best Tuesday ever.”
“Fair enough,” Georgia smiled and slid a piece of paper across the table. “Now it's time to attend to the mundane. Get off that cute little ass of yours and run these errands, would you please?”
It seemed dull and boring to run errands after having taken a stroll in another dimension, but Anita was in a good mood and she didn't want to spoil it with churlishness, so she agreed without much fuss at all.
The errands weren't too tiresome. Go to the post office, drop off some eggs to Mr Salisbury, buy some thread and cloth. All could be accomplished on foot within an hour or so. Anita set off into the village with a wicker basket over her arm containing the eggs carefully stacked in a cardboard container. She delivered those first and was quite tickled when old Mr Salisbury tipped her a pound note. The haberdasher was next. She picked out some white thread and a small roll of white cotton cloth for Georgia. The post office was the final stop on her trip and one stamp later, she emerged into the afternoon sun having achieved all she'd set out to do that day.
“You look pleased with yourself, little one.” A rich voice rolled over her.
Anita whirled about, dropped her stamp and stared so hard it felt like her eyes might pop out of her head. It was Thera, there in the village. She did not look as she had done on their first meeting. She was no longer naked and mystical. She was very solid, very clothed, very real. Her dark curls were swept up into a complicated hairstyle and she was wearing a starkly modern outfit, a long caramel colored coat with matching pants, a white blouse and leopard print boots. She positively reeked of wealth and class. Anita looked at her with wide eyes, stammering incoherent words that made no sense at all. The woman was stunning. Drop dead gorgeous. Lust shot through Anita like an arrow, addling her mind and muddling her senses.
Thera's painted lips spread in a wide grin. “You are surprised to see me.”
“Y..yes.”
“Come,” Thera said, taking charge. “Let us go home to your Mistress.”
Anita nodded in agreement. What else could she do? She could hardly ditch her basket and run home without Thera. That would create a scene and she was sure that some kind of punishment would ensue. “You are just as pretty in the real world, and even more delicate,” Thera said, looping her arm around Anita's.
Glancing over at the woman,
Anita saw something like desire in her eyes. Thera was taller than her and she loomed in a way that Georgia did not. It wasn't a physical thing, it was a vibe thing. Power rolled off Thera. As they walked through the village arm in arm they drew interested looks from many people. This was going to be something people gossiped about, Anita knew it.
She couldn't get home fast enough, and the relief she felt when she finally scuttled across the threshold was palpable. “Georgia! We have a guest!”
“We do?” Georgia stepped out of the kitchen. When she laid eyes on Thera, her expression darkened. “To what do we owe this corporeal honor?”
Thera smiled a wide, blazingly white smile. “I wanted to see you and your pretty little consort, my cat.”
“I bet you did,” Georgia shook her head. “This is against the rules, Thera.”
“Rules are meant to be bent, if not entirely broken,” Thera purred, rolling her words as if they were a delicacy. “Has she been naughty?” The question was directed at Georgia, but it was Anita who took a quick step back from Thera.
“She has not been naughty,” Georgia said, giving Thera a shrewd look. “Did you take earthly form in the hopes that Anita would be punished?”
Thera's smile remained wide and unapologetic. “She was so pretty over your psychic lap, I knew she would be even more delightful in person.” The dark eyes swept over to Anita, who was hovering nervously in the doorway. “She is more timid than I thought.”
“I am not timid,” Anita answered for herself. “I just don't know what you are.”
Thera was enjoying herself immensely, that much was obvious. “I am flesh and blood, dear girl, just as you are.”
“How can that be?”
“It is possible for the Mistress to take human form,” Georgia tried to explain, but was swiftly interrupted.
“Have you not read the myths, child?” Thera spoke chidingly. “We can take the form of whatever we wish. Swans, bulls, people...”
She was referring to Greek mythology, in which gods and goddesses often seduced mortal women and men. “You're not a goddess,” Anita said bluntly.
Thera's face became horrid with anger. “Am I not?”
“Anita, hush now,” Georgia said hurriedly. “Thera, I apologize, she is young, she has not learned well.”
“That is quite obvious,” Thera growled, her eyes flashing darkly towards the hapless Anita. “Not a goddess? I will show you...”
“Please don't,” Anita squeaked, cowering away. Thera was doing an excellent job of appearing human, so much so that Anita had been fooled at first into thinking that perhaps Thera was only human after all. But the power that surrounded the woman now, the seeping power propelled by rage was more than enough to frighten her.
Her fear seemed to appease Thera somewhat. “She is insolent, Georgia.”
“Yes,” Georgia agreed.
“I want to punish her.”
“Join the queue,” Anita muttered.
Thera rounded on her. “What did you say?”
“Er, I...Well.” Anita held her hands up as Thera advanced on her. It was not the wisest thing to do, because it gave Thera the opportunity to grab her by the wrist. Anita squealed the moment Thera's fingers closed around her arm, knowing that she was trapped. The woman's touch was more than warm, it sent thrilling jolts of electricity through Anita's body. Goddess help her, she was so aroused.
“She is like a spoiled child,” Thera said, pulling Anita toward her.
“They don't raise them like they used to,” Georgia agreed dryly.
“Help me, Georgia!” Anita pleaded. Georgia was taking this all very calmly, as if it was an everyday thing for a goddess to storm into her home and take her girlfriend.
Thera's eyes flashed down at her. “So, so very naughty. She cannot help you now. You have crossed me. It is I who will determine your punishment.”
Pulled hard against Thera's body, Anita whimpered helplessly as Thera reached down and patted her bottom. “An unusually full bottom for such a small woman,” she noted. “Almost as if she were made to be disciplined.”
“Please don't punish me,” Anita pleaded.
“Oh yes,” Thera made a sound of satisfaction, as if Anita's plea alone had been pleasant. “Rebellious little one. You will be punished.”
Thera dragged Anita to the bedroom, kicking and squealing the whole way. How she knew the layout of the house well enough to do that was beyond Anita, but she had bigger things to worry about, like the way she was quickly tossed over Thera's lap as if she weighed nothing at all.
She tried to escape by using her power, putting up shields, but she couldn't. Every attempt made her skin prickle uncomfortably. Thera was suppressing her power and doing so with terrifying efficiency. “Do not try to raise your talent against me,” she warned. “You do not have the skill. Besides, it is best that you come before me naked in power and body.”
With that, she began to strip away Anita's clothing whilst Georgia stood at the door and watched. “Georgia, help!” Anita pleaded. Georgia could only shake her head.
“You called down the fury of a goddess, witchling, beg her for mercy, not me.” Anita's jaw dropped. Georgia was truly going to leave her to her fate.
Thera laughed a dark laugh. “Yes, witchling. Such a very good name for one like this.” She ran a hand over Anita's bare thigh with an admiring touch. “I can see what attracted you to her, Georgia.”
Stuck over Thera's lap, Anita wriggled furiously. She was scared, very scared. The only comfort came in the fact that Georgia wouldn’t stand by and let her get hurt. Probably.
“Lift up your bottom for me,” Thera commanded. Anita did as she was told. She wanted nothing more than to appease the immortal who had decided that she must be punished. As she raised her hips, she felt the light brush of fingertips between her thighs. With her knees up on the bed, her head pressed down by Thera's palm, she was laid out like a naked and vulnerable offering. Thera's fingers brushed against her sex once, twice more, then she slapped Anita's bottom with a powerful smack that made her cheeks jiggle.
“Ow!” Anita whimpered. The fingers returned to their work, skating lightly over the soft down, teasing her womanhood.
“I can't decide whether to fuck her or thrash her,” Thera confided in Georgia.
Anita looked over with wide eyes. Surely she woudn't let Thera fuck her? But already her pussy lips were parting around Thera's fingers, already her natural moisture was betraying her body. She wanted it, she wanted to know what it was like to be fucked by a goddess.
“That is always the dilemma with Anita,” Georgia commiserated.
“You can't do that! Please!” Anita begged. She begged in spite of herself. From the moment she'd laid eyes on Thera, she'd been burning with lust. The fingertips that brushed her sex came away with an eager moist dew upon them.
“What can I not do?” Thera uttered a low chuckle.
“This, it... it isn't right,” Anita moaned as Thera cupped her mound and rubbed it affectionately.
“Isn't right?” Thera looked at Georgia. “Have you filled her head with this nonsense, or is it just another product of this prudish yet permissive age?”
“Anita is the product of her time,” Georgia replied, as if she was somehow not.
