Ares Plight 1-3
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spankingfemmeAlrighty this is some of my first attempts at fanfic *shudders* be gentle with me!
Oh yea lol I guess I should mention it's a Xena fic... technically anyway since it only involves Ares from the show... and Artemis and Aphrodite *giggle*
“Ares!” Zeus boomed down to where Ares lounged comfortably in his temple.
Ares head jerked up and his body stiffened at the tone his father said his name in
. “I want you up here now!” Zeus growled menacingly. Ares knew he was in
trouble, and it was just a matter of time before what he had done would reach
Zeus. He had hoped that Artemis and he could have reached a compromise but
she was furious beyond bargaining with. Artemis’ temples had been burnt to the
ground and half of her archer amazons taken as slaves by his raging army. He
had just wanted to extend his armies’ territory in his mortal game of chess. His
men had needed a better position to take the now fallen city of Galen, but he
didn’t think that they would have destroyed all the other god’s temples along the
way turning them into temples of Ares; although, it was rather bolstering to his
ego. He could have deterred his men from such actions, but he was rather amused
by it. Now, unfortunately he would pay the price for his lack of respect for the
other gods. Ares sighed resigned to his fate and disappeared in a flash of smoke
reappearing in Zeus’ throne room
.
“You bellowed father,” he sarcastically spat. “What is the meaning of all this?!”
Zeus questioned angrily. Hera looked down at her son in disapproval and Artemis
tapped her foot angrily next to Ares waiting for his poor excuse. “I was merely a
bystander in all of this father, what happened to Artemis’ temples was her own
fault due to the fact her warriors were not a fit enough challenge for mine,” he
smirked at Artemis as she glared back at him hotly. “What! His army attacked
out of the blue father! And his men took a lot of my followers!” Artemis yelled
back defensively. “Calm down dear, I’ll handle this,” Zeus tried to sooth his
daughter’s quickly escalating anger. “Now Ares why didn’t you discourage your
followers from vandalizing Artemis’ temples?” Zeus sighed waiting for another
manipulative reply from Ares. Ares couldn’t lie to his father, he would know, but
he could omit facts and turn the words of speculation away from himself.
“I was doing my best not to interfere in the mortal’s affairs father,” he responded innocently.
Zeus was starting to get more and more angry by the moment, “You seem to have
no problem involving yourself in mortal affairs when your best interests are at
hand.” “Fine, if you want, I’ll make sure that my men avoid all temples that are
not mine, and I’ll even fix up Artemis’ temples,” he quipped annoyed that he
would have to fix what his men had destroyed. “What about my followers!”
Artemis yelled.
Zeus held up his hand to silence Artemis, “You do realize what you’ve done must
be punished Ares, although Artemis’ suggestion of you being sentenced to Hades
for a year does seem a bit harsh.” “So he’s going to get away with it!” Artemis
shrieked looking at her father in shock. “No dear, but his punishment must fit the
crime as well as be swift if he’s to fix your temples and deter his men from
vandalizing anymore temples,” Zeus admonished. “So what’s his punishment
going to be? A spanking!” Artemis spat angrily. “The god of war wouldn’t get
spanked dear sister,” Ares chuckled at his fuming sister. “Why not?” Zeus
queried and enjoyed the change in Ares attitude upon the actual suggestion of
really getting a spanking. “You... You can’t be serious father; I’m not a mere
godling, if I’m to be punished then it should be … it should be a god’s
punishment not a child’s,” Ares argued standing rigidly. Artemis noticed the
change in Ares as well, “If you think it’s a good punishment then I’ll have to go
with your judgment daddy,” she grinned evilly at her brother’s growing
discomfort. Ares glared angrily at her for entertaining this silly notion, “Now
come on father let us be serious, you can’t really mean to spank me for my
punishment,” he gulped at the thought of how humiliated he would be if his
father truly did intend to spank him; Artemis would surly tell any god that would
listen and he would be the butt of jokes for a millennia, not to mention Ares hated
pain whenever he had been wounded before his father always healed him, but he
wouldn’t be healing this. “Ares, if I would have known that a spanking would
bother you this much I would have done it an eon sooner,” Zeus boomed. Finally,
a punishment his arrogant son would take seriously! “The punishment stands,”
Zeus stated in finality. Ares almost fainted, and his sister burst out laughing as
she saw her brother’s face grow pale. Ares looked to his mother for help but Hera
only shook her head at him in disapproval. How could this be happening? He,
Ares the god of war was going to get spanked! This wasn’t fair! “How could you
humiliate me like that father!,” Ares protested angrily. “A little bit of humbleness
would suit you just fine. Now come, I’ll spare you some dignity, we’ll retire to a
more private place to meter out your punishment.” Zeus stood and started moving
down the great hall towards one of the many elaborate guest rooms. Upon
realizing Ares was still standing where he had left him looking positively
horrified, Zeus turned frowning, “Or if you prefer, you can take your punishment
here in front of your mother and sister.” Ares bowed his head and muttered,
“No… that won’t be necessary… I’m coming,” he sighed dejectedly while his
sister giggled making him want to blast her with a fireball. He started slowly to
follow his father down the hall, his feet felt like led and his stomach was starting
to get that tremble of butterflies from knowing he was about to be chastised and
nothing he said or did was going to change his situation; his father rarely ever
retracted a punishment.
Zeus opened the door to one of the rooms and waited for Ares to step inside
before entering. Ares stood next to the bed watching his father with a pout on his
face as he sat on the bed and motioned him to come to him. “Father please!” he
whined, “I know I need to be punished… but… but can’t you give me a more
adult punishment?” “Why? You’re acting like a child right now, and if you don’t
get over here this instant; you’re only going to make your punishment worse,”
Zeus stated impatiently. Ares gulped hard trying to remove the feeling that his
heart was in his throat as he inched over to his father. “Bend over my lap,” Zeus
stated with no emotion. Ares looked at his lap and then to his father’s now
irritated eyes and breathed deeply as he started to bend over. Zeus tired of the
prolonged battle, grabbed Ares’ wrist pulling him a little more quickly into
position. Ares gasped as his father pulled down his pants leaving him feeling
even more mortified than when he’d helped him over his knee. Ares trembled
when he looked back and saw a paddle materializing in his father’s hand. I won’t
give him the satisfaction of crying out Ares decided until the first crack of the
paddle came down and he bucked upward not remembering that a spanking hurt
this much! Zeus quickly pushed him back down and started to reign down smack
after smack. Ares was breathing hard after the third slap trying to contain
himself, and by the fifth he screamed out, “Ow Wow Wow Ow!” Zeus was
satisfied that he’d broken through the first barrier but he wouldn’t stop until he
knew his son was truly repentant. After about the tenth smack Ares started to
squirm to avoid the onslaught of the repetitious paddle as tears were starting to
prick in his eyes and his voice was starting to crack at every scream, “Enough!
Enough! I’ve learned my lesson father!” Ares squealed. “You’ve learned your
lesson when I’ve decided you’ve learned your lesson,” Zeus huffed as he reined
down harder on Ares now twitching red backside. Ares couldn’t take the pain any
longer and reached back to cover his blistering bottom, but Zeus caught his hand
quickly and held it up to the small of his back paddling even harder as Ares
whimpered and started to kick out as tears fell freely down his cheeks. After the
twentieth swat Ares was sobbing and pleading, “Stop! Please stop!” “Why are
you being punished Ares?” Zeus questioned his pleading son. Ares whined,
“B…Because I… I was disre…respectful, I’m sorry! I’m really s…sorry!” by this
point all Ares could think about was convincing his father he was truly sorry.
Zeus knew his son was sorry but he wanted to make sure Ares would not forget
this day for quite some time, so he gave him ten more swats, “Never forget
*smack* you do not have free reign *smack* to do as you please *smack* Ares,
*smack* you are a god, *smack* therefore, you have responsibilities to uphold.
*smack* Letting your armies *smack* run rampant *smack* is not acceptable!
*smack* Is that understood?” *smack* Zeus finished as Ares cried, his breath
came in hitches, “Yes! Yes! I…I understand!.” Zeus released Ares’ hand which
quickly reached to touch the burning flesh and a fresh barrage of tears flooded
down his face as a feeling of complete humiliation settled in. Zeus pulled his pants
up, “Ares, your punishment is over, you may go now if you wish,” Zeus tried to
comfort his still crying son by helping him to his feet. Ares nodded not able to
look Zeus in the eye. Ares wiped the tears from his eyes and disappeared in a
flash of smoke. Later that night Ares lay on his stomach and punched his pillow
trying to think of a way to get Artemis back without getting caught, he definitely
didn’t want today to ever be repeated!
“Oh my! You can’t be serious!” Athena giggled, when Artemis told her about Ares being spanked as a punishment. “That’s just too funny! I just can’t imagine our dear brother put over daddy’s knee,” Aphrodite squealed bubbly. “Oh it’s true alright,” Artemis gossiped, “And I haven’t heard from or seen Ares since! Although, my temples were restored quite quickly!” “You realize that Ares won’t rest until he’s taken his revenge upon you,” Athena stated seriously. “Let him try!” Artemis spat, “I’ll just tell daddy, and Ares can have some more time staring at the floor while he gets his ass re-reddened,” she laughed. Athena shook her head, “It’s been amusing, but I must adjourn to more pressing matters,” Athena waved goodbye to her still gossiping sisters and disappeared.
……………………meanwhile…………………..
Ares had been in a foul mood ever since “the incident.” It had taken two days for his tender posterior to heal enough to sit comfortably. The most he’d done since was to fix up Artemis’ destroyed temples, and get his armies to move towards the sea, away from any temples except Poseidon’s. His men respected the god of the sea as well as him so he needn’t worry about anymore temples being converted. He paced angrily trying to think of a way to get Artemis back, “I should spank her! Let her see how funny it is!” He grinned evilly, “Or, I could get her spanked… I think I can piss her off enough to do something to earn her a spanking.” He mulled over several plots until an idea struck him; he’d ask Aphrodite to conjure up some love potions, and he would deposit them in Artemis’ Amazon’s drinking water. They would fall head over heals with the first group of men that wandered across their paths. Artemis would be furious! Ares knew she’d fly off the handle, and probably kill the lot of them. That would be an unjust show of power and would definitely deem punishment. Ares smiled as his plan came together; now, he just needed to get the necessary ingredients from Aphrodite.
Ares materialized in Dite’s workshop, “Dite!” he hailed after not seeing her anywhere. Aphrodite appeared in a flash of pink, “Ares!” she giggled, “how’s your bottom holding up?” Ares scowled, “What! Has she told everybody!” he folded his arms defiantly. “Never mind that!” he spat venomously, “I need something from you.” “Oh? What’s that dear brother of mine,” Aphrodite said still giggling at Ares. “I need you to make me some love potions, strong ones,” Ares huffed. “Love potions?! What would the god of war want with love potions?” Aphrodite asked curiously. “Don’t ask, just please do this one favor for me Dite,” he pleaded with his sister knowing she’d give in sooner or later. “And what do I get out of it? And how many are you looking to effect?” Aphrodite questioned with her hands firmly placed on her hips. “Oh…about…I don’t know sixty give or take a few,” Ares said nonchalantly. Aphrodite gawked at her brother and shouted angrily, “Sixty!...Sixty! Ares are you nuts! That would take me all night to make! … I don’t know Ares…” “Aww! Come on Dite! I swear I’ll make it up to you, you know I will,” Ares tried to sway the teetering conversation to his favor. “Alright Ares, just because you’re my favorite brother,” she sighed, “But you better come running when I need you no matter how stupid you think my favor is!,” she wagged her finger at him. “Thanks Dite, anything for my favorite sis,” he winked and gave his most charming smile. Aphrodite smiled, “Just come back tomorrow night alright, I’ll put it on the table for you… go on, get out of here; these potions won’t make themselves,” she shooed him. “Thanks again Dite,” Ares grinned as he disappeared.
Ares waited impatiently, all he could think about was tomorrow night. Would it work? It had to work! He would make it work. He had gotten Dite to make the potions; that was half the battle, now he just needed to distribute the contents and not get caught. He’d never cared whether or not he was caught before, but weighing the recent predicament he’d found himself in earlier that week he had started to get a little nervous. No, he was Ares, god of war, he couldn’t pussy out now, his plan would work…he hoped. The next night seemed to take an eternity to come. Ares had spent the day scouting the layout of the Amazon’s village and found the most frequently used water hole; Ares had also managed to find a small group of traveling mercenaries. He disguised himself as an old man offering to pay them ten gold pieces to find his missing daughter which sent the men in the direction of the Amazon village. Ares was feeling very confident of his plans now, the men would not reach the village until mid day tomorrow leaving plenty of time for him to deposit the love potion. Night finally came, and Ares flashed over to Aphrodite’s workshop to retrieve the finished love potions. There on the edge of the table, just as Aphrodite had told him, lay a ceramic jug when upon opening it showed to have a deep purple liquid inside. “Good job Dite,” Ares smiled evilly as he grabbed the potion filled jug and headed down to the Amazon’s watering hole. Ares watched as the Amazons danced around their fire, “Could this be any easier!” he chuckled as he deposited the contents of the jug into the water. “Now I just wait for the fireworks to begin,” he laughed gleefully and flashed to his temple so he could watch the show in comfort.
As the night went on and the Amazons danced, they drank from the love saturated pool, by the time mid morning had arrived all the warrior women had been intoxicated. The mercenaries as expected came upon the Amazon village around mid day. What they saw was to most men a fantasy, splayed all over the village Amazons were making out with Amazons. The men froze, eyes wide, and jaws dropped to the ground as the women turned to them and beckoned them to join them. Ares laughed enjoying his handiwork. Artemis did not notice anything was afoot until around sunset when her people would normally be praying to her. Confused she went to check out why her worshipers had not prayed to their goddess, and when she arrived to see her followers all entwined naked in a wild orgy with four men, her eyes grew dark and her fists started to glow red as her furry grew. How dare they engage in such acts especially when they should have been worshipping her! Fire sparked out of her palms as she ignited the village sending all the now fearful Amazons fleeing in terror, “You!” Artemis pointed angrily at the shocked mercenaries that were trying to quickly escape the goddess’ wrath. As they ran, she shot one of them in the ass her furry dying down as she looked around at what was her people’s village. She had destroyed most of the huts only a few remained; she was shocked. What had caused her people to act in such a way? Not even Ares had powers to do this, her eyes furrowed in anger, but she did know a certain little goddess who favored her brother and would help him in his evil plots. Artemis growled angrily and disappeared in a flash of sparks arriving in Aphrodite’s workshop. Aphrodite looked up from her concoction shocked at the sudden intrusion, “Ever heard of knocking first?” “Aphrodite! Are you helping Ares!” Artemis screamed angrily as she advanced on her wide eyed sister. Aphrodite blinked as realization dawned on her, Ares’ love potions had been used in some way to get back at Artemis, “Artemis I, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Ares came to me asking me to make him up some love potions, and I did,” she scooted backwards in her chair as her sister strode furiously towards her. “And this didn’t sound odd!?! Ares interested in love potions!?!” Artemis now stood over the petrified Aphrodite. Aphrodite slid down in her chair, “I…I didn’t ask,…he …he told me not to,” she whined. “You must have suspected something! You just favor Ares over me, that’s why you didn’t tell me isn’t it?” Artemis spat angrily. “Well… well, I … Oh Artemis, it couldn’t have been that bad… could it?” Aphrodite questioned hollowly. “Not…That!...Bad!” Artemis screamed enraged at her sister’s naivety, “How about we take a look!” she hollered as she grabbed Aphrodite by the arm leading her towards her vanity mirror. Artemis waved her arm and the mirror’s face swirled revealing the now charcoal looking village, “Not bad huh?” Aphrodite gulped; this wasn’t good, “I …I can fix it…really I can Artemis,” she squealed pouting at the angry Artemis. “Oh you’ll fix it alright! Right after I fix you!” Artemis growled as she grabbed Aphrodite’s hairbrush off her vanity table. “What…what are you talking about fix me?” Aphrodite winced and upon seeing Artemis pick up her hairbrush she gasped, “No! Artemis you better not!” she squealed trying to pull out of her sister’s tight grasp. Artemis leaned into her pulling her arm behind her and bending her over her vanity table and lifting up her flimsy robe. Artemis brought the hairbrush down with a hard CRACK! “Ow! Artemis Noooo!” Aphrodite squealed and kicked her feet squirming with all her might to no avail. “Aphrodite you are grown enough to know better than to have helped Ares without knowing he was up to no good!” Artemis rained the hairbrush down in quick hard slaps leaving little red welts on Aphrodite’s clenching bottom. “I …I didn’t think…” Aphrodite started and Artemis interrupted, “That’s right you didn’t think, and now you’re getting what you deserve,” Artemis spat angrily landing some extra hard slaps on the under curve of Aphrodite’s sit spot. Tears welled up in Aphrodite’s eyes as she slumped over now fully accepting her punishment, “I…I’m really sorry Artemis! I should have known better!” Aphrodite sobbed as her sister continued to punish her very sore behind. Artemis lightened the intensity when she heard Aphrodite’s gut wrenching sobs, “You have to be more responsible Dite,” Artemis chided. “I, I know!” Aphrodite wailed miserably wanting horribly for Artemis to stop punishing her, “I’m so sorry! Please Artemis! Believe me!” Aphrodite sobbed. Artemis started to feel sorry for her sister and stopped spanking her, “Dite, you have to promise me that you’ll think about your actions before acting upon them ok?” Aphrodite nodded as she cried, “…Ok…” she whispered hoarsely still crying uncontrollably. “Come here hun,” Artemis gently pulled Aphrodite to her and she clung to Artemis soaking her shoulder in her sobs. Artemis held her and rubbed her gently on her back, “There, there, it’s all over now,” Artemis soothed. “I…I… am so… so…s…orry Artemis,” Aphrodite whined, “I just wan… wanted to help,” Aphrodite said as she wiped her hand across her tear stained face. Artemis kissed her on her forehead, “You want to help? Let’s you and I go talk to daddy,” Artemis grinned evilly and her sister caught her idea and giggled.
“I see,” Zeus’ eyes darkened upon the tale his daughters just relayed. “Yes daddy, see for yourself,” Artemis stated angrily as she conjured an image for her father. Zeus nodded, “Ares always was entirely too stubborn for his own good. I will go and have a visit with him to talk about what he has done.” “He’s not going to get away with what he’s done … will he?” Artemis questioned. “Yea! Artemis spanked me pretty dang hard, and it wasn’t even my idea!” Aphrodite whined. Zeus smirked at his daughters, “No, he won’t get away with it. As a matter of fact, since it was you two are the ones that suffered his vengeful wrath, I’ll let you punish him. Tomorrow, after I’m through having a talk with him tonight, you two can give him a deterring reminder not to take revenge for a punishment he earned in the first place.” “He’ll never allow us to give him a spanking daddy,” Artemis griped. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him to accept it from you, and he’ll do it,” Zeus sighed, “That is, unless he wants another spanking from me.” Both girls nodded satisfied with their father’s decision.
Ares was feeling quite clever as he looked at the carnage he’d caused, that is until Zeus appeared beside him. Ares almost fell out of his chair, his heart quickly leaping into his throat, “Father! What a … what a nice su…surprise!” Ares was finding it hard to articulate as he stared wide eyed at his very angry looking father. “Ares don’t play games with me; you know exactly why I’m here,” Zeus chided, “Now… now wait just a moment dad! This…this isn’t my entire fault,” he spat grasping at straws, “Artemis goaded me into taking revenge on her… and…and Aphrodite helped to! It’s just as much their fault as it is mine! Did you punish them? I think not! You just want to punish me!” Ares huffed angrily hoping that at least if he’d have to suffer his father’s wrath so would they. “Artemis is not at fault here Ares, and Aphrodite has been attended to, just as I gave them permission to attend to you tomorrow. I was going to just let them spank you for your punishment, but since you seem to feel so justified in your actions, I think you need me to clarify to you why you need to be spanked! Obviously the last message didn’t sink in, so I’ll be sure to deliver it so that you won’t need another reminder for awhile,” Zeus fumed.
Ares couldn’t believe it, not only was he going to get spanked by his sisters tomorrow, but he’d managed to talk his way into two spankings over what could have been just one, “I don’t need a reminder! Really father I don’t! Please don’t punish me! You already said I’d have to get punished by Artemis and Dite tomorrow!” Ares whined backing away from his father. “Well, if you could learn not to lose your temper and spout off your mouth in an effort to get your sisters in trouble for deeds you plotted, I might not feel the need to!” Zeus boomed, “You’ve brought this on yourself Ares, so stop trying to get out of it.” Zeus sighed knowing this would have to be a long session to truly get through to his son. Ares was feeling very sorry for himself and even sorrier for his soon to be punished backside. He wanted to cry as he saw his father sit on his bed and crook a finger beckoning him to come forward and receive his spanking. Ares wanted to scream out, “No! This isn’t fair!” but instead hung his head in submission knowing it would only anger his father further, and anger was definitely not what Ares wanted his father to become more of; especially seeing that his father was about to be venting his current anger on his backside.
Ares pouted as he slowly made his way over to his father, “I’m … I’m really sorry dad… can’t… can’t we just talk about this? You were right. I was wrong. I …” “Ares, just stop while you’re ahead. You’re not going to talk your way out of your punishment, so you might as well bend over my knee, accept it, and get it over with,” Zeus sighed. Ares breathed heavily as he bent over his father’s knee. This was almost as bad as the spanking itself; the humiliation of having to willfully bend over and accept his father’s spanking and feeling his father pull down his pants made tears prick in his eyes. “Ares, I’m sorry I have to do this. I guess I should have started paddling you a long time ago then maybe I would not have to be correcting your behavior now,” Zeus stated apologetically as a paddle materialized in his hand. Ares stifled a moan of dismay knowing that this would most likely not be the last spanking he’d be receiving from his father.
Zeus started to reign down hard smacks to Ares upturned bottom, and Ares yelped and started squirming to try to evade the onslaught of his father’s well placed whacks. It did not take long for Ares to start pleading for his father to end his punishment, “Ow! Ow! Owie! Ow! Father! Please stop! Stop! Please! No more! No more! Ow! Owow!” Ares kicked furiously trying to block the paddle connecting to his now burning posterior. Zeus was getting frustrated with Ares attempts to cover his bottom from receiving his punishment, “Ares do you want more swats then you are already getting?” Zeus asked harshly. “Na..n..noo,” Ares cried. “Then stop putting your feet in the way of the paddle! If you do it again, you’ll suffer the consequence, Understand?” Zeus admonished and punctuated his command with a hard swat. “Y…y…yes, I, I understan…an…and I’m so... so… sorry! Please have mercy on me father!” he sobbed. “Having mercy on you is what got you in this position in the first place! If I’d had paddled you more thoroughly last time, I likely would not have to be doing it again now,” Zeus responded as he continued to diligently paddle his son’s ever reddening rear. Did he say more thoroughly last time! Ares mind raced realizing this spanking was likely to be a much harsher spanking then the last one; the thought of a harsher spanking made him sob pitifully as he felt even sorrier for himself.
Zeus did not give in to his son’s wails; he wanted to make true his promise. He would make sure that Ares would definitely be more reluctant to act on his impulses. Ares bucked and squealed for his father to stop as Zeus continued to paddle not responding to his pleas but keeping a constant rhythm, so Ares would know when the paddle would come down and could anticipate it. It got to the point where that was all Ares could think about was when the next swat would hit, and even though he couldn’t imagine his bottom getting any more sore, the incessant blows continued to prove him wrong. This was by far worse than the first spanking Ares thought as he bawled. Zeus felt his son had had enough, so he stopped and let him cry as he lay over his lap. It took Ares a good while to calm down, his ass was on fire, and he was still very embarrassed that his father felt he had needed a spanking. When Ares calmed down enough, Zeus pulled his pants up electing a whimper out of Ares as the coarse material covered his tender flesh.
Zeus helped his son to his feet and motioned for him to lie on the bed. Ares nodded his head and climbed onto the bed, lying on his stomach, next to his father. “Listen Ares, I know I haven’t been the best father, but I’m trying to make up for it,” Zeus sighed. “By spanking me!?!” Ares quipped. “No, by showing you I care enough to spank you,” Zeus chuckled at his son’s pouting frown. “You know dad there’s a lot less painful ways to show you care,” Ares mumbled into the pillow indignantly. Zeus just shook his head, “Perhaps, you’re right, but in this instant, it’s just what was needed.” Ares scowled into his pillow at his father’s implication. “Do try to behave son, I don’t want to have to repeat this experience with you again so soon,” Zeus smiled at his sulking son and patted him on the back before getting up and disappearing. Ares reached back tenderly touching his sore bottom tears forming in his eyes, and the more he thought about it, the more he cried for the fact he’d have to endure more of the same tomorrow with his sisters.
Oh yea lol I guess I should mention it's a Xena fic... technically anyway since it only involves Ares from the show... and Artemis and Aphrodite *giggle*
“Ares!” Zeus boomed down to where Ares lounged comfortably in his temple.
Ares head jerked up and his body stiffened at the tone his father said his name in
. “I want you up here now!” Zeus growled menacingly. Ares knew he was in
trouble, and it was just a matter of time before what he had done would reach
Zeus. He had hoped that Artemis and he could have reached a compromise but
she was furious beyond bargaining with. Artemis’ temples had been burnt to the
ground and half of her archer amazons taken as slaves by his raging army. He
had just wanted to extend his armies’ territory in his mortal game of chess. His
men had needed a better position to take the now fallen city of Galen, but he
didn’t think that they would have destroyed all the other god’s temples along the
way turning them into temples of Ares; although, it was rather bolstering to his
ego. He could have deterred his men from such actions, but he was rather amused
by it. Now, unfortunately he would pay the price for his lack of respect for the
other gods. Ares sighed resigned to his fate and disappeared in a flash of smoke
reappearing in Zeus’ throne room
.
“You bellowed father,” he sarcastically spat. “What is the meaning of all this?!”
Zeus questioned angrily. Hera looked down at her son in disapproval and Artemis
tapped her foot angrily next to Ares waiting for his poor excuse. “I was merely a
bystander in all of this father, what happened to Artemis’ temples was her own
fault due to the fact her warriors were not a fit enough challenge for mine,” he
smirked at Artemis as she glared back at him hotly. “What! His army attacked
out of the blue father! And his men took a lot of my followers!” Artemis yelled
back defensively. “Calm down dear, I’ll handle this,” Zeus tried to sooth his
daughter’s quickly escalating anger. “Now Ares why didn’t you discourage your
followers from vandalizing Artemis’ temples?” Zeus sighed waiting for another
manipulative reply from Ares. Ares couldn’t lie to his father, he would know, but
he could omit facts and turn the words of speculation away from himself.
“I was doing my best not to interfere in the mortal’s affairs father,” he responded innocently.
Zeus was starting to get more and more angry by the moment, “You seem to have
no problem involving yourself in mortal affairs when your best interests are at
hand.” “Fine, if you want, I’ll make sure that my men avoid all temples that are
not mine, and I’ll even fix up Artemis’ temples,” he quipped annoyed that he
would have to fix what his men had destroyed. “What about my followers!”
Artemis yelled.
Zeus held up his hand to silence Artemis, “You do realize what you’ve done must
be punished Ares, although Artemis’ suggestion of you being sentenced to Hades
for a year does seem a bit harsh.” “So he’s going to get away with it!” Artemis
shrieked looking at her father in shock. “No dear, but his punishment must fit the
crime as well as be swift if he’s to fix your temples and deter his men from
vandalizing anymore temples,” Zeus admonished. “So what’s his punishment
going to be? A spanking!” Artemis spat angrily. “The god of war wouldn’t get
spanked dear sister,” Ares chuckled at his fuming sister. “Why not?” Zeus
queried and enjoyed the change in Ares attitude upon the actual suggestion of
really getting a spanking. “You... You can’t be serious father; I’m not a mere
godling, if I’m to be punished then it should be … it should be a god’s
punishment not a child’s,” Ares argued standing rigidly. Artemis noticed the
change in Ares as well, “If you think it’s a good punishment then I’ll have to go
with your judgment daddy,” she grinned evilly at her brother’s growing
discomfort. Ares glared angrily at her for entertaining this silly notion, “Now
come on father let us be serious, you can’t really mean to spank me for my
punishment,” he gulped at the thought of how humiliated he would be if his
father truly did intend to spank him; Artemis would surly tell any god that would
listen and he would be the butt of jokes for a millennia, not to mention Ares hated
pain whenever he had been wounded before his father always healed him, but he
wouldn’t be healing this. “Ares, if I would have known that a spanking would
bother you this much I would have done it an eon sooner,” Zeus boomed. Finally,
a punishment his arrogant son would take seriously! “The punishment stands,”
Zeus stated in finality. Ares almost fainted, and his sister burst out laughing as
she saw her brother’s face grow pale. Ares looked to his mother for help but Hera
only shook her head at him in disapproval. How could this be happening? He,
Ares the god of war was going to get spanked! This wasn’t fair! “How could you
humiliate me like that father!,” Ares protested angrily. “A little bit of humbleness
would suit you just fine. Now come, I’ll spare you some dignity, we’ll retire to a
more private place to meter out your punishment.” Zeus stood and started moving
down the great hall towards one of the many elaborate guest rooms. Upon
realizing Ares was still standing where he had left him looking positively
horrified, Zeus turned frowning, “Or if you prefer, you can take your punishment
here in front of your mother and sister.” Ares bowed his head and muttered,
“No… that won’t be necessary… I’m coming,” he sighed dejectedly while his
sister giggled making him want to blast her with a fireball. He started slowly to
follow his father down the hall, his feet felt like led and his stomach was starting
to get that tremble of butterflies from knowing he was about to be chastised and
nothing he said or did was going to change his situation; his father rarely ever
retracted a punishment.
Zeus opened the door to one of the rooms and waited for Ares to step inside
before entering. Ares stood next to the bed watching his father with a pout on his
face as he sat on the bed and motioned him to come to him. “Father please!” he
whined, “I know I need to be punished… but… but can’t you give me a more
adult punishment?” “Why? You’re acting like a child right now, and if you don’t
get over here this instant; you’re only going to make your punishment worse,”
Zeus stated impatiently. Ares gulped hard trying to remove the feeling that his
heart was in his throat as he inched over to his father. “Bend over my lap,” Zeus
stated with no emotion. Ares looked at his lap and then to his father’s now
irritated eyes and breathed deeply as he started to bend over. Zeus tired of the
prolonged battle, grabbed Ares’ wrist pulling him a little more quickly into
position. Ares gasped as his father pulled down his pants leaving him feeling
even more mortified than when he’d helped him over his knee. Ares trembled
when he looked back and saw a paddle materializing in his father’s hand. I won’t
give him the satisfaction of crying out Ares decided until the first crack of the
paddle came down and he bucked upward not remembering that a spanking hurt
this much! Zeus quickly pushed him back down and started to reign down smack
after smack. Ares was breathing hard after the third slap trying to contain
himself, and by the fifth he screamed out, “Ow Wow Wow Ow!” Zeus was
satisfied that he’d broken through the first barrier but he wouldn’t stop until he
knew his son was truly repentant. After about the tenth smack Ares started to
squirm to avoid the onslaught of the repetitious paddle as tears were starting to
prick in his eyes and his voice was starting to crack at every scream, “Enough!
Enough! I’ve learned my lesson father!” Ares squealed. “You’ve learned your
lesson when I’ve decided you’ve learned your lesson,” Zeus huffed as he reined
down harder on Ares now twitching red backside. Ares couldn’t take the pain any
longer and reached back to cover his blistering bottom, but Zeus caught his hand
quickly and held it up to the small of his back paddling even harder as Ares
whimpered and started to kick out as tears fell freely down his cheeks. After the
twentieth swat Ares was sobbing and pleading, “Stop! Please stop!” “Why are
you being punished Ares?” Zeus questioned his pleading son. Ares whined,
“B…Because I… I was disre…respectful, I’m sorry! I’m really s…sorry!” by this
point all Ares could think about was convincing his father he was truly sorry.
Zeus knew his son was sorry but he wanted to make sure Ares would not forget
this day for quite some time, so he gave him ten more swats, “Never forget
*smack* you do not have free reign *smack* to do as you please *smack* Ares,
*smack* you are a god, *smack* therefore, you have responsibilities to uphold.
*smack* Letting your armies *smack* run rampant *smack* is not acceptable!
*smack* Is that understood?” *smack* Zeus finished as Ares cried, his breath
came in hitches, “Yes! Yes! I…I understand!.” Zeus released Ares’ hand which
quickly reached to touch the burning flesh and a fresh barrage of tears flooded
down his face as a feeling of complete humiliation settled in. Zeus pulled his pants
up, “Ares, your punishment is over, you may go now if you wish,” Zeus tried to
comfort his still crying son by helping him to his feet. Ares nodded not able to
look Zeus in the eye. Ares wiped the tears from his eyes and disappeared in a
flash of smoke. Later that night Ares lay on his stomach and punched his pillow
trying to think of a way to get Artemis back without getting caught, he definitely
didn’t want today to ever be repeated!
“Oh my! You can’t be serious!” Athena giggled, when Artemis told her about Ares being spanked as a punishment. “That’s just too funny! I just can’t imagine our dear brother put over daddy’s knee,” Aphrodite squealed bubbly. “Oh it’s true alright,” Artemis gossiped, “And I haven’t heard from or seen Ares since! Although, my temples were restored quite quickly!” “You realize that Ares won’t rest until he’s taken his revenge upon you,” Athena stated seriously. “Let him try!” Artemis spat, “I’ll just tell daddy, and Ares can have some more time staring at the floor while he gets his ass re-reddened,” she laughed. Athena shook her head, “It’s been amusing, but I must adjourn to more pressing matters,” Athena waved goodbye to her still gossiping sisters and disappeared.
……………………meanwhile…………………..
Ares had been in a foul mood ever since “the incident.” It had taken two days for his tender posterior to heal enough to sit comfortably. The most he’d done since was to fix up Artemis’ destroyed temples, and get his armies to move towards the sea, away from any temples except Poseidon’s. His men respected the god of the sea as well as him so he needn’t worry about anymore temples being converted. He paced angrily trying to think of a way to get Artemis back, “I should spank her! Let her see how funny it is!” He grinned evilly, “Or, I could get her spanked… I think I can piss her off enough to do something to earn her a spanking.” He mulled over several plots until an idea struck him; he’d ask Aphrodite to conjure up some love potions, and he would deposit them in Artemis’ Amazon’s drinking water. They would fall head over heals with the first group of men that wandered across their paths. Artemis would be furious! Ares knew she’d fly off the handle, and probably kill the lot of them. That would be an unjust show of power and would definitely deem punishment. Ares smiled as his plan came together; now, he just needed to get the necessary ingredients from Aphrodite.
Ares materialized in Dite’s workshop, “Dite!” he hailed after not seeing her anywhere. Aphrodite appeared in a flash of pink, “Ares!” she giggled, “how’s your bottom holding up?” Ares scowled, “What! Has she told everybody!” he folded his arms defiantly. “Never mind that!” he spat venomously, “I need something from you.” “Oh? What’s that dear brother of mine,” Aphrodite said still giggling at Ares. “I need you to make me some love potions, strong ones,” Ares huffed. “Love potions?! What would the god of war want with love potions?” Aphrodite asked curiously. “Don’t ask, just please do this one favor for me Dite,” he pleaded with his sister knowing she’d give in sooner or later. “And what do I get out of it? And how many are you looking to effect?” Aphrodite questioned with her hands firmly placed on her hips. “Oh…about…I don’t know sixty give or take a few,” Ares said nonchalantly. Aphrodite gawked at her brother and shouted angrily, “Sixty!...Sixty! Ares are you nuts! That would take me all night to make! … I don’t know Ares…” “Aww! Come on Dite! I swear I’ll make it up to you, you know I will,” Ares tried to sway the teetering conversation to his favor. “Alright Ares, just because you’re my favorite brother,” she sighed, “But you better come running when I need you no matter how stupid you think my favor is!,” she wagged her finger at him. “Thanks Dite, anything for my favorite sis,” he winked and gave his most charming smile. Aphrodite smiled, “Just come back tomorrow night alright, I’ll put it on the table for you… go on, get out of here; these potions won’t make themselves,” she shooed him. “Thanks again Dite,” Ares grinned as he disappeared.
Ares waited impatiently, all he could think about was tomorrow night. Would it work? It had to work! He would make it work. He had gotten Dite to make the potions; that was half the battle, now he just needed to distribute the contents and not get caught. He’d never cared whether or not he was caught before, but weighing the recent predicament he’d found himself in earlier that week he had started to get a little nervous. No, he was Ares, god of war, he couldn’t pussy out now, his plan would work…he hoped. The next night seemed to take an eternity to come. Ares had spent the day scouting the layout of the Amazon’s village and found the most frequently used water hole; Ares had also managed to find a small group of traveling mercenaries. He disguised himself as an old man offering to pay them ten gold pieces to find his missing daughter which sent the men in the direction of the Amazon village. Ares was feeling very confident of his plans now, the men would not reach the village until mid day tomorrow leaving plenty of time for him to deposit the love potion. Night finally came, and Ares flashed over to Aphrodite’s workshop to retrieve the finished love potions. There on the edge of the table, just as Aphrodite had told him, lay a ceramic jug when upon opening it showed to have a deep purple liquid inside. “Good job Dite,” Ares smiled evilly as he grabbed the potion filled jug and headed down to the Amazon’s watering hole. Ares watched as the Amazons danced around their fire, “Could this be any easier!” he chuckled as he deposited the contents of the jug into the water. “Now I just wait for the fireworks to begin,” he laughed gleefully and flashed to his temple so he could watch the show in comfort.
As the night went on and the Amazons danced, they drank from the love saturated pool, by the time mid morning had arrived all the warrior women had been intoxicated. The mercenaries as expected came upon the Amazon village around mid day. What they saw was to most men a fantasy, splayed all over the village Amazons were making out with Amazons. The men froze, eyes wide, and jaws dropped to the ground as the women turned to them and beckoned them to join them. Ares laughed enjoying his handiwork. Artemis did not notice anything was afoot until around sunset when her people would normally be praying to her. Confused she went to check out why her worshipers had not prayed to their goddess, and when she arrived to see her followers all entwined naked in a wild orgy with four men, her eyes grew dark and her fists started to glow red as her furry grew. How dare they engage in such acts especially when they should have been worshipping her! Fire sparked out of her palms as she ignited the village sending all the now fearful Amazons fleeing in terror, “You!” Artemis pointed angrily at the shocked mercenaries that were trying to quickly escape the goddess’ wrath. As they ran, she shot one of them in the ass her furry dying down as she looked around at what was her people’s village. She had destroyed most of the huts only a few remained; she was shocked. What had caused her people to act in such a way? Not even Ares had powers to do this, her eyes furrowed in anger, but she did know a certain little goddess who favored her brother and would help him in his evil plots. Artemis growled angrily and disappeared in a flash of sparks arriving in Aphrodite’s workshop. Aphrodite looked up from her concoction shocked at the sudden intrusion, “Ever heard of knocking first?” “Aphrodite! Are you helping Ares!” Artemis screamed angrily as she advanced on her wide eyed sister. Aphrodite blinked as realization dawned on her, Ares’ love potions had been used in some way to get back at Artemis, “Artemis I, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Ares came to me asking me to make him up some love potions, and I did,” she scooted backwards in her chair as her sister strode furiously towards her. “And this didn’t sound odd!?! Ares interested in love potions!?!” Artemis now stood over the petrified Aphrodite. Aphrodite slid down in her chair, “I…I didn’t ask,…he …he told me not to,” she whined. “You must have suspected something! You just favor Ares over me, that’s why you didn’t tell me isn’t it?” Artemis spat angrily. “Well… well, I … Oh Artemis, it couldn’t have been that bad… could it?” Aphrodite questioned hollowly. “Not…That!...Bad!” Artemis screamed enraged at her sister’s naivety, “How about we take a look!” she hollered as she grabbed Aphrodite by the arm leading her towards her vanity mirror. Artemis waved her arm and the mirror’s face swirled revealing the now charcoal looking village, “Not bad huh?” Aphrodite gulped; this wasn’t good, “I …I can fix it…really I can Artemis,” she squealed pouting at the angry Artemis. “Oh you’ll fix it alright! Right after I fix you!” Artemis growled as she grabbed Aphrodite’s hairbrush off her vanity table. “What…what are you talking about fix me?” Aphrodite winced and upon seeing Artemis pick up her hairbrush she gasped, “No! Artemis you better not!” she squealed trying to pull out of her sister’s tight grasp. Artemis leaned into her pulling her arm behind her and bending her over her vanity table and lifting up her flimsy robe. Artemis brought the hairbrush down with a hard CRACK! “Ow! Artemis Noooo!” Aphrodite squealed and kicked her feet squirming with all her might to no avail. “Aphrodite you are grown enough to know better than to have helped Ares without knowing he was up to no good!” Artemis rained the hairbrush down in quick hard slaps leaving little red welts on Aphrodite’s clenching bottom. “I …I didn’t think…” Aphrodite started and Artemis interrupted, “That’s right you didn’t think, and now you’re getting what you deserve,” Artemis spat angrily landing some extra hard slaps on the under curve of Aphrodite’s sit spot. Tears welled up in Aphrodite’s eyes as she slumped over now fully accepting her punishment, “I…I’m really sorry Artemis! I should have known better!” Aphrodite sobbed as her sister continued to punish her very sore behind. Artemis lightened the intensity when she heard Aphrodite’s gut wrenching sobs, “You have to be more responsible Dite,” Artemis chided. “I, I know!” Aphrodite wailed miserably wanting horribly for Artemis to stop punishing her, “I’m so sorry! Please Artemis! Believe me!” Aphrodite sobbed. Artemis started to feel sorry for her sister and stopped spanking her, “Dite, you have to promise me that you’ll think about your actions before acting upon them ok?” Aphrodite nodded as she cried, “…Ok…” she whispered hoarsely still crying uncontrollably. “Come here hun,” Artemis gently pulled Aphrodite to her and she clung to Artemis soaking her shoulder in her sobs. Artemis held her and rubbed her gently on her back, “There, there, it’s all over now,” Artemis soothed. “I…I… am so… so…s…orry Artemis,” Aphrodite whined, “I just wan… wanted to help,” Aphrodite said as she wiped her hand across her tear stained face. Artemis kissed her on her forehead, “You want to help? Let’s you and I go talk to daddy,” Artemis grinned evilly and her sister caught her idea and giggled.
“I see,” Zeus’ eyes darkened upon the tale his daughters just relayed. “Yes daddy, see for yourself,” Artemis stated angrily as she conjured an image for her father. Zeus nodded, “Ares always was entirely too stubborn for his own good. I will go and have a visit with him to talk about what he has done.” “He’s not going to get away with what he’s done … will he?” Artemis questioned. “Yea! Artemis spanked me pretty dang hard, and it wasn’t even my idea!” Aphrodite whined. Zeus smirked at his daughters, “No, he won’t get away with it. As a matter of fact, since it was you two are the ones that suffered his vengeful wrath, I’ll let you punish him. Tomorrow, after I’m through having a talk with him tonight, you two can give him a deterring reminder not to take revenge for a punishment he earned in the first place.” “He’ll never allow us to give him a spanking daddy,” Artemis griped. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him to accept it from you, and he’ll do it,” Zeus sighed, “That is, unless he wants another spanking from me.” Both girls nodded satisfied with their father’s decision.
Ares was feeling quite clever as he looked at the carnage he’d caused, that is until Zeus appeared beside him. Ares almost fell out of his chair, his heart quickly leaping into his throat, “Father! What a … what a nice su…surprise!” Ares was finding it hard to articulate as he stared wide eyed at his very angry looking father. “Ares don’t play games with me; you know exactly why I’m here,” Zeus chided, “Now… now wait just a moment dad! This…this isn’t my entire fault,” he spat grasping at straws, “Artemis goaded me into taking revenge on her… and…and Aphrodite helped to! It’s just as much their fault as it is mine! Did you punish them? I think not! You just want to punish me!” Ares huffed angrily hoping that at least if he’d have to suffer his father’s wrath so would they. “Artemis is not at fault here Ares, and Aphrodite has been attended to, just as I gave them permission to attend to you tomorrow. I was going to just let them spank you for your punishment, but since you seem to feel so justified in your actions, I think you need me to clarify to you why you need to be spanked! Obviously the last message didn’t sink in, so I’ll be sure to deliver it so that you won’t need another reminder for awhile,” Zeus fumed.
Ares couldn’t believe it, not only was he going to get spanked by his sisters tomorrow, but he’d managed to talk his way into two spankings over what could have been just one, “I don’t need a reminder! Really father I don’t! Please don’t punish me! You already said I’d have to get punished by Artemis and Dite tomorrow!” Ares whined backing away from his father. “Well, if you could learn not to lose your temper and spout off your mouth in an effort to get your sisters in trouble for deeds you plotted, I might not feel the need to!” Zeus boomed, “You’ve brought this on yourself Ares, so stop trying to get out of it.” Zeus sighed knowing this would have to be a long session to truly get through to his son. Ares was feeling very sorry for himself and even sorrier for his soon to be punished backside. He wanted to cry as he saw his father sit on his bed and crook a finger beckoning him to come forward and receive his spanking. Ares wanted to scream out, “No! This isn’t fair!” but instead hung his head in submission knowing it would only anger his father further, and anger was definitely not what Ares wanted his father to become more of; especially seeing that his father was about to be venting his current anger on his backside.
Ares pouted as he slowly made his way over to his father, “I’m … I’m really sorry dad… can’t… can’t we just talk about this? You were right. I was wrong. I …” “Ares, just stop while you’re ahead. You’re not going to talk your way out of your punishment, so you might as well bend over my knee, accept it, and get it over with,” Zeus sighed. Ares breathed heavily as he bent over his father’s knee. This was almost as bad as the spanking itself; the humiliation of having to willfully bend over and accept his father’s spanking and feeling his father pull down his pants made tears prick in his eyes. “Ares, I’m sorry I have to do this. I guess I should have started paddling you a long time ago then maybe I would not have to be correcting your behavior now,” Zeus stated apologetically as a paddle materialized in his hand. Ares stifled a moan of dismay knowing that this would most likely not be the last spanking he’d be receiving from his father.
Zeus started to reign down hard smacks to Ares upturned bottom, and Ares yelped and started squirming to try to evade the onslaught of his father’s well placed whacks. It did not take long for Ares to start pleading for his father to end his punishment, “Ow! Ow! Owie! Ow! Father! Please stop! Stop! Please! No more! No more! Ow! Owow!” Ares kicked furiously trying to block the paddle connecting to his now burning posterior. Zeus was getting frustrated with Ares attempts to cover his bottom from receiving his punishment, “Ares do you want more swats then you are already getting?” Zeus asked harshly. “Na..n..noo,” Ares cried. “Then stop putting your feet in the way of the paddle! If you do it again, you’ll suffer the consequence, Understand?” Zeus admonished and punctuated his command with a hard swat. “Y…y…yes, I, I understan…an…and I’m so... so… sorry! Please have mercy on me father!” he sobbed. “Having mercy on you is what got you in this position in the first place! If I’d had paddled you more thoroughly last time, I likely would not have to be doing it again now,” Zeus responded as he continued to diligently paddle his son’s ever reddening rear. Did he say more thoroughly last time! Ares mind raced realizing this spanking was likely to be a much harsher spanking then the last one; the thought of a harsher spanking made him sob pitifully as he felt even sorrier for himself.
Zeus did not give in to his son’s wails; he wanted to make true his promise. He would make sure that Ares would definitely be more reluctant to act on his impulses. Ares bucked and squealed for his father to stop as Zeus continued to paddle not responding to his pleas but keeping a constant rhythm, so Ares would know when the paddle would come down and could anticipate it. It got to the point where that was all Ares could think about was when the next swat would hit, and even though he couldn’t imagine his bottom getting any more sore, the incessant blows continued to prove him wrong. This was by far worse than the first spanking Ares thought as he bawled. Zeus felt his son had had enough, so he stopped and let him cry as he lay over his lap. It took Ares a good while to calm down, his ass was on fire, and he was still very embarrassed that his father felt he had needed a spanking. When Ares calmed down enough, Zeus pulled his pants up electing a whimper out of Ares as the coarse material covered his tender flesh.
Zeus helped his son to his feet and motioned for him to lie on the bed. Ares nodded his head and climbed onto the bed, lying on his stomach, next to his father. “Listen Ares, I know I haven’t been the best father, but I’m trying to make up for it,” Zeus sighed. “By spanking me!?!” Ares quipped. “No, by showing you I care enough to spank you,” Zeus chuckled at his son’s pouting frown. “You know dad there’s a lot less painful ways to show you care,” Ares mumbled into the pillow indignantly. Zeus just shook his head, “Perhaps, you’re right, but in this instant, it’s just what was needed.” Ares scowled into his pillow at his father’s implication. “Do try to behave son, I don’t want to have to repeat this experience with you again so soon,” Zeus smiled at his sulking son and patted him on the back before getting up and disappearing. Ares reached back tenderly touching his sore bottom tears forming in his eyes, and the more he thought about it, the more he cried for the fact he’d have to endure more of the same tomorrow with his sisters.
