AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a PWP (Plot? What Plot?) story, however, there's plenty of S-E-X and the kink gets fairly intense. If you think that might bother you even a little bit, please read someone else's story. If you decide to stay, a gentle reminder - this is all in good fun.
"I want you naked, Gabrielle. It's time for your spanking," Xena announced as soon as the three women entered the small room of the village inn. The warrior stood just inside the door with her hands on her hips. Tara dropped her belongings to the floor, careful not to make a sound.
Gabrielle merely stared at the warrior, dumbfounded. She opened her mouth to speak, then glanced at Tara and back again at Xena. But the look in the warrior's eyes made her close her mouth and suddenly breathing became a laborious chore. She wanted to tell Xena, not here, not now, and especially not in front of Tara, but then the thought of having a witness to her surrender to the Warrior Princess suddenly became an aphrodisiac and she surmised that there was a streak of an exhibitionist in her. The young girl was certainly going to grow up fast, she mused.
Gabrielle swallowed hard, not letting go of the amorous gaze the warrior bestowed upon her. Xena's crystal blue eyes glowed with a dark desire and butterflies ran amok in Gabrielle's stomach. Her usually sure hands trembled as she began stripping off each piece of the skimpy clothing she wore.
When she finished, Xena eyed her appraisingly and said, "Hmmm. I think I'm going to enjoy this."
The warrior moved to the bed and sat down. Gabrielle followed in meek deference, instinctively kneeling in front of Xena as the warrior found a comfortable spot on the edge of the hard bed.
"You okay with this?" Xena asked as she held Gabrielle's chin in one strong hand.
In answer, Gabrielle turned her head and began licking the palm of the warrior's callused hand. Xena smiled knowingly.
"Come here, Tara," Xena beckoned.
The girl approached shyly, not quite sure what Xena had in mind. She had been told about the bet and the prize that Xena won and she was still a bit irked by their audacity, but the jelly in her knees wouldn't let her get angry nor would the warmth that burst from her stomach to her groin and back again. It took all the strength she could muster not to take her subservient place beside Gabrielle on the floor.
"Yes, Xena?" she asked demurely as she stood in front of warrior.
The warrior pulled the petite girl close to her and breathed in the intoxicating smell of arousal. She kissed the girl full on the lips as she peeled the layers of clothing from her body. Within moments the girl was as naked as Gabrielle and the warrior was once again amazed by the silky smooth nubile flesh.
"Leave that on, it suits you," Xena suggested. The collar that Tara constantly wore around her neck would be entirely appropriate for the little game they were all about to play.
The warrior reached between the girl's legs to check her temperature and the molten liquid she found there encouraged her to slip her finger inside. Xena heard the gentle moaning of Gabrielle below her and gave the bard a taste of the youthful nectar. The bard licked her finger voraciously, wiping clean the solitary digit.
"So, Tara, how many spanks do you think she should get?" Xena murmured in her ear.
"Huh?" the girl asked, completely distracted by the warrior's wandering hands.
"How many do you think? She was the one who suggested the bet, remember?"
"Uh, I don't know," Tara answered, not quite sure what the right answer was.
"Ten, twenty, fifty? Pick a number," Xena suggested as her hands traversed the landscape of the girl's perky breasts.
"I...." Tara gasped as Xena's dextrous fingers manipulated her aching nipples.
"Come on, Tara," Xena encouraged.
"Ten!" the girl nearly shouted.
"Ten's a good number," the warrior agreed. "But I think it should be more. How about twenty?"
"Hmmm," was all the girl could murmur. Xena's hands were driving her to the brink of madness and in her current state, she wasn't even sure if she could count that high.
"Twenty it is then," Xena stated and withdrew her hands from the younger girl. "Okay, go get my saddlebags." Reluctantly, Tara turned away to retrieve the bags.
When she returned, Xena fished inside and pulled out a piece of leather. She motioned for Gabrielle to sit up and she fastened the collar around the bard's neck, securing it just enough to let Gabrielle know that she was now officially the Warrior Princess' own. The bard thanked her by planting tiny kisses on the back of Xena's hand.
"Now, I think I'm wearing too much," Xena said to Tara. "Start with my armour. I'll let you know when to stop."
Gabrielle shot a glance at Tara, envious of the task she was about to perform. The bard had always enjoyed the undressing ritual between her and Xena and she surmised that the warrior had deprived her of that pleasure as part and parcel of losing the bet.
Tara leaned behind Xena and unhooked the armour, carefully laying it on the floor. The warrior held out each arm as the girl removed first her arm bands and then her gauntlets.
"Now the boots," she ordered. Tara obediently kneeled on the floor and removed the warrior's knee pads, then concentrated hard on the intricate lacing.
Xena glanced down at Gabrielle, stroking her hair to get her attention.
"Don't worry, my pet. There's plenty of me to go around."
Gabrielle soothed the warrior's hand against her cheek, then sucked each of Xena's long fingers into her mouth. She silently pleaded with Xena to let her be a part of their special ritual.
Tara had finished removing the first boot and, unable to resist, licked the scar at the top of Xena's kneecap, along the expanse of her muscular thigh, and all way up to the apex between the warrior's legs. She found the home of Xena's dark triangle and parted the coarse hairs slathered with the older woman's arousal. The girl boldly sampled a taste of the warrior's juices and feasted on the honeydew as if it were the last meal of her young life.
Xena grinned at the girl's insolence, and for a moment, allowed the girl to indulge herself. But only for a moment.
"Hmmm, looks like someone else is asking for a spanking, Gabrielle," Xena observed as she smacked the round cheeks of Tara's tender bottom. The girl yelped in surprise, her nose crinkling as she rubbed the red mark that formed there. Her bold move had provoked Xena into satisfying her craving need to be spanked. But it was a thought that had never occurred to her until she found out about the secret bet between Xena and Gabrielle. "But, you know, it would be a mistake to try to provoke me," Xena warned.
Tara swallowed hard and got her bearings. It was then that she realised that her childish scheme wouldn't work. Reluctantly, she resigned herself and reached to unlace Xena's other boot, but the warrior pushed her away.
"Here, Gabrielle. It looks like Tara can't keep her mind on what she's supposed to be doing." The warrior stretched out her leg, offering it to her lover.
The bard crawled to a position in front of Xena and began unlacing the familiar ties. When the boot came free, she kissed Xena's toes, drawing each one into her mouth as she expressed her gratitude to the imposing warrior.
"Hmmm, very nice, Gabrielle. Now, come on. Up," Xena ordered. She patted her lap gesturing to the bard exactly where she wanted her to lay.
When Gabrielle was securely across her, she motioned for Tara to kneel at her side and behind Gabrielle. She wanted the young girl to get a perfect view of what she was missing and besides, she might need her at any given moment.
Gabrielle leaned across Xena's lap and never felt so relaxed or at home. She could feel the pleats of the warrior's leather skirt stick against her sweaty skin and in between those the warrior's sweating flesh. She was sure her slick mound dampened the smooth leather as well. She breathed in the scent of Xena's leathers and it never failed to amaze her how intoxicatingly erotic the pliant material made her feel. Her hot cheek brushed against the tiny metal studs, instantly turning them as warm as the leather strips. Her lips found a place between the slats and came into contact with Xena's sweaty thigh. She risked taking a swipe at the exposed skin and felt a strong hand yank on her mass of tresses, pulling her away from the precious flesh.
"Not yet, Gabrielle," Xena admonished. A dagger of fear sliced through the bard's chest, then bored straight through to the cavern between her legs. By the goddess, she loved it when the warlord overtook the reformed warrior. But no matter, she'd have her way with Xena later. For now, she would concentrate on the spanking she so desperately needed.
Whack!
An iron hand landed hard on Gabrielle's bottom and the bard let out a reflexive squeal. She moaned into Xena's thigh and grinded her pelvis against the warrior's lap. She could imagine a red imprint of Xena's large hand forming on her tender flesh and she smiled at the image.
Whack!
Another slap came down on her raised bottom and the heat it generated streaked across her nerves like wildfire. Involuntarily, Gabrielle squirmed on Xena's lap, moaning loudly in her wake. Another yank on her hair shook her out of her reverie.
Whack!
"Keep still," Xena ordered. The bard concentrated hard on obeying the Warrior Princess but it took all of her strength to do so. She knew she should be mentally counting but she'd already forgotten how many she'd had. But she knew it didn't matter, she'd stay in Xena's grasp for however many whacks the warrior wanted to give her. The liquid fire between her legs had become an ocean and she was quickly realising that she needed some relief, any relief, to douse those flames.
Whack!
"Xena!"
"Yes, Gabrielle?" Xena purred.
"Can you....?" Gabrielle could hardly get the words out, her body and brain on sensory overload. But she knew what she wanted, all she had to do was ask.
"Can I what?"
Gabrielle began writhing on Xena's lap again, unable to control herself. Her body felt hotter than the blazes in Tartarus and she was certain that her brain would fry before she got the words out. She crazily wondered if it was possible for a human being to spontaneously explode into a ball of molten fire.
Whack!
"I'm waiting, Gabrielle. What was it you wanted?"
"Please, Xena. Hard---, harder," she panted.
"Harder, Gabrielle?" Xena questioned, her words tinged with a hint of amusement. "I thought you wanted to spank me," she teased.
"Please, Xena," Gabrielle begged, her body an unrestrained writhing mass.
Whack! Xena answered in response. She paused for a few moments as her palms absorbed the inferno emanating from Gabrielle's swollen cheeks. She could easily start a campfire with those flames, she mused. Who needed Callisto? Xena took in a deep, long breath. She needed to maintain some semblance of control, staving off a sudden urge to fuck Gabrielle long and hard with an animalistic fury. But first she had other plans.
"I will, Gabrielle, but only if you stop flailing about like an eel. I might have to tie you down if you don't," she warned.
Gabrielle heaved a great sigh at the thought as her pelvis spontaneously arched against Xena's thigh.
"Then again, I may just stop altogether," Xena threatened. "All that squirming around is messing up my aim."
With those words, Gabrielle got a hold of herself. She took in a deep breath to calm her nerves. Stopping was the last thing she wanted Xena to do and the warrior knew it.
Three more slaps and Xena stopped. Gabrielle had long ago lost track of how many spanks she'd gotten but she somehow knew it wasn't twenty. Then she felt a cool liquid burn her left cheek followed quickly by a hot tongue. She held on tightly to the side of the bed in an effort to hold still. Her mind screamed for relief. All she could think of was getting fucked by Xena, and she wanted it now. Right now! But instead, the other cheek was covered by the cool liquid and more of it was devoured by an anonymous tongue.
"Okay, Tara, that's enough," Xena said quietly, answering Gabrielle's unspoken question as to who that lascivious tongue belonged to.
WHACK!
The swats got harder as Gabrielle held still for the Warrior Princess. The sight of Gabrielle sweet surrender ignited a fire deep inside the core of her being. She wanted nothing more than to throw the bard across the bed, fucking her until either one of them passed out. And having Tara as a witness to Gabrielle's utter submission only served to awaken the warrior lust that raced through her veins. At first, she wasn't sure how obedient the young girl would be but a few uncompromising stares at dinner proved to be sufficient.
A few more slaps rained down on Gabrielle's bottom and Xena let a finger slide along her steaming entrance. Her fingers danced teasingly on the outskirts and by the way Gabrielle jerked and twitched, Xena knew the bard was having a difficult time keeping still.
"Xena...." Gabrielle moaned.
"Yes, Gabrielle?"
"Fuck me. Please," she whispered.
Xena grinned, revelling in the absolute control she held over the grovelling bard.
"A little anxious, are we?" Xena teased, knowing full well that Gabrielle must be climbing right out of her skin. But she would let her fret just a bit more until the bard's nerves were stretched tighter than a centaur's bow.
"Please..." Gabrielle whimpered.
"Here, Tara," Xena answered, offering the dripping mound to the young girl. Tara seized the pulsating centre, lapping up Gabrielle's overflowing juices. Simultaneously, Xena reached beneath Gabrielle and squeezed her nipples with an iron grip.
"Does that feel good, Gabrielle?"
Gabrielle growled in response, unable to put words to the overwhelming sensations that seized her.
"See how much pleasure I allow you?"
"Yes!" the bard panted.
Tara's tongue swiped at Gabrielle's swollen bud, sending a surge of fire throughout her over-stimulated body. She balled the sheets into her tight fists, thrusting her pelvis against Xena's lap in wild abandon. She was a little perturbed that Xena had "given" her to Tara as she briefly wished that it was Xena's precious mouth that drove her to the brink of insanity. But the young girl's manipulating tongue held those thoughts at bay. She lost herself into the realm of nirvana and it wasn't long before she reached the pinnacle, falling into a timeless abyss.
While Gabrielle fought to regain control of her breathing, Xena pulled Tara upright to stand beside her. She smothered the girl's mouth in a fiery kiss, tasting the passion juices of her sweet Gabrielle on the girl's lips. It seemed she couldn't get enough of the insatiable bard.
Breaking away from Tara, Xena lifted the shaking bard to her chest and sought out the luscious lips of her lover. She palmed the redden cheeks of the smaller woman as Gabrielle wrapped her legs around the familiar waist.
"Please, Xena, you have to fuck me, I can't take this anymore," Gabrielle heaved.
"Have to?" Xena questioned, emitting an evil chuckle. "Don't worry, my sweetness, I'll give you what you want. What you need," the warrior purred, her voice as seductive as a Siren's call.
The warrior again smothered Gabrielle's luscious lips and, leaning back on the bed, took the bard with her. As she did so, Tara wasted no time in seeking out the well of nectar smearing her thighs. Xena moaned into Gabrielle's mouth, emphatically deciding that she had made the right decision in having the young girl join them.
As if possessed, Xena suddenly had an overpowering desire to sample Gabrielle's passion fruit. She hoisted the smaller woman above her and buried her face deep into the scrumptious banquet. Gabrielle crushed her muscular thighs around Xena's face, eager to satisfy the warrior's unquenchable hunger. She was more than ready for another trek through the Elysian Fields.
Xena felt her own surge of passion drawing near as Tara explored the depths of her quivering flesh. She tried to match the relentless rhythm of the younger girl but soon lost her concentration. She surrendered herself entirely to Tara's greedy exploration and allowed the girl take her on an orgasmic journey. It wasn't long before Gabrielle joined her.
It took Xena only a few moments to recover and she sat up, pushing Tara away from her. "My saddlebags," she said as she raised an eyebrow to the young girl. Instinctively, Gabrielle leaned up on fours. She knew that the only other "toy" left in the saddlebags was Xena's phallus and she was ecstatic that she would finally get what she wanted. She hoped.
Tara retrieved the saddlebag and handed it to Xena. The warrior eyed her deviously, her cerulean blue eyes sparkling with a devilish hue. She discarded her leather tunic, and withdrawing the phallus from its hiding place, she hitched the attachment to her waist. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the young girl lick her lips in anticipatory delight.
"Here. Want some?" Xena offered. Tara grunted an agreement. Her mouth began worshipping at the top of Xena's sinewy thighs and she worked her way to the protruding appendage. She reached the pinnacle of the phallic plaything and slipped the cylinder object into her pliant mouth. She felt the warrior's fingers thread her hair as she sucked the phallus into her mouth and out again. She heard Xena's heavy breathing as the warrior applied pressure to the top of her head. She couldn't think of a better way to declare her admiration for the Warrior Princess who was making her ultimate dreams come true. And this was only the beginning.
Gently, Xena nudged Tara away. She really didn't want to stop the younger girl's enthusiastic affection, but there was an equally eager bard that needed to be attended to and for the moment she regretted that she only had two hands and one phallus. She climbed behind Gabrielle on the bed. The red glow of the bard's cheeks matched the fever coursing through her body.
"Are you ready for me, Gabrielle?" she asked, knowing full well that the bard had been ready for weeks.
"Yes, Xena," the bard answered shakily, her breathing coming to her in great heaving gasps.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I'm ready, Warrior Princess," Gabrielle answered.
"Ready for what?"
Gabrielle rocked her hips from side to side, moaning in anticipation. The weight of Xena's supple breasts mashed against her back and she could feel the tip of the phallus caressing the soft edges of her thighs. She groaned at the thought that Xena would soon be plunging inside her. Coherent thoughts escaped her and she couldn't quite comprehend exactly what Xena was asking her.
Whack!
A sharp hand smacked the underside of Gabrielle's bottom.
"Keep still," Xena admonished. Gabrielle gasped aloud but ceased her movements. "Now I asked you what are you ready for?" the warrior repeated.
"Please fuck me, Xena. I can't wait much longer."
"That's better, my pet," Xena murmured in her ear, the phallus hovering at the entrance of the bard's liquefied cave. Gabrielle hissed a sharp intake of breath as Xena mercilessly teased her.
"Please, Xena," she whimpered. And with those final words, Xena plunged inside her sending turbulent bolts of lightening throughout her limbs. She grasped the loose sheets in her hands, balling her hands into fists as she held on for dear life. Every cell in her being tingled with a raw erotic power and she saw shooting stars before her eyes.
"You like that, Gabrielle?" Xena panted.
"Ohhh," was all the usually eloquent bard could manage.
"Tell me," Xena commanded.
"Ahhh," Gabrielle hissed.
"Tell me," the warrior repeated, knowing full well that this was the one time that the loquacious bard would find herself at a loss for words.
"Xena, I---" Gabrielle started but couldn't finish. Xena pumped into her with furious abandon, taking her higher and higher into an ethereal plane.
"Do you want me to stop what I'm doing?"
"No!" the bard gasped.
"So you like what I'm doing?"
"Yes! Oh goddess, it feels so good!" Gabrielle heaved as Xena continued her carnal onslaught.
Xena's hands converged under Gabrielle's torso reaching for the swell of her breasts. The nipples hardened against her palms and she tweaked them with nimble fingers. It never failed to amaze her how Gabrielle's complete and utter compliance stoked the feral instincts of her libido.
In a pleasant surprise, she felt Tara beneath her as the young girl satiated her formidable appetite by licking the edge of Xena's harness. It was clear where the young girl was headed but at this point, Xena was beyond caring. She had to admit, the girl had a lot of spunk. The warrior grinned at her brazenness, but she didn't stop her. Nevertheless, it seemed to be a difficult task as both Xena and Gabrielle were swaying back and forth to a timeless rhythm. However, it didn't stop Tara from repeatingly trying as the girl swiped her tongue along both women's entrances.
"Oh, Xena!" Gabrielle screamed.
Xena let go of Gabrielle's breasts bracing herself for the final stretch run. She pounced on Gabrielle with renewed vigour, feeling the familiar tingle of yet another climax approaching. She knew the bard was just on the edge of the precipice and she wanted to take her lover above and beyond the xenith of Seventh Heaven.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" the bard wailed. The warrior kept up her steady assault until Gabrielle arched her back in climax. A few more strokes against the bard's limber body and the warrior crashed into an orgasm of her own. She slowed her pace to a standstill as the two women collapsed in a heap on the bed. Meanwhile, Tara smeared her cheeks against Xena's derriere, embracing the warrior's hips in a tight hug.
<::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::()xxxxxxx()()xxxxxxx()::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::>Xena was the first to awaken and found Gabrielle cuddled on one side of her and Tara the other. She kissed the bard on the top of her head, happily content with their orgiastic lovemaking. She was completely surprised by Tara's aggressive overtures but hardly disappointed. The girl had lots of potential. All she needed was a bit more discipline, Xena concluded.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Xena encouraged. She shook Gabrielle awake but Tara remained undisturbed. The bard groggily opened her eyes. She saw the familiar blue eyes that she could gaze into for all eternity and planted a wet kiss on the softest of lips.
"Hi," Gabrielle grinned.
"Hi."
"She still asleep?" the bard asked, nodding in Tara's direction.
"Yeah, we wore her out," Xena smirked.
"What do you mean, 'we'. You wore me out too," Gabrielle laughed.
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" Xena gave Gabrielle another soft kiss. "But I loved every moment of it."
"Me too."
Xena was silent for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "So what do you think? You think she's been with a woman before? Or are we her first time?"
Gabrielle hesitated. "Uh oh. Is this another bet?"
"It doesn't have to be, but it would be fun, wouldn't it?"
"So, what do you say? You think she has?" Gabrielle asked.
"Ummm, yes."
"Well, just because you said yes, I'll say no. So what do we bet?"
"Same as before," Xena suggested.
"Oh no. It has to be different this time."
"Okay, what?"
"I got it! If you lose, you get to tie me up and give me a spanking."
"Just a spanking?" Xena asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Why? You want to do something more?"
"Maybe."
Gabrielle thought it over. "Like what?"
"Whatever. I tie you up and I do whatever. I just think the stakes should be higher," Xena reasoned.
"Okaaaay. And if you lose..."
"Same deal. You tie me up and do whatever," the warrior answered.
"All right. Deal!" Xena and Gabrielle grasped each other's hand in the classic warlord handshake.
"So let's wake her!" the bard enthused.
Xena shook Tara awake. The sleepy girl rubbed her eyes, looked around and suddenly remembered where she was. She gave the women a sheepish grin.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"Tara, Xena has a question for you," Gabrielle announced.
"Uh oh, is this another bet?" Tara asked warily.
"Kind of," the bard replied.
"So what do you want to ask me?" Tara asked Xena.
Suddenly Xena was less confident about the bet she'd made with Gabrielle. Something she could never explain told her that Tara had never been with another woman. Not even with a girl her own age. But she couldn't back out now, she'd already made the bet with Gabrielle and besides, being tied up by Gabrielle wasn't the worst punishment she could think of.
"Are we the first time you've been with another woman?"
"Before I answer, what's the prize?" Tara queried.
Gabrielle glanced at Xena who looked back at her. "When Gabrielle loses, I get to tie her up and do whatever and---"
"When Gabrielle loses?" Tara asked, a little irked by Xena's confidence.
"---and if I lose, she gets to do that to me," Xena finished.
"No."
"No, what?" Gabrielle asked hopefully.
"I've never been with a woman."
"A ha!" the bard squealed.
"Wait a minute," Xena interjected. "You've never had a female lover until today?"
"Nope," Tara answered.
"Yes!" Gabrielle exclaimed and leaped off the bed.
"Are you sure?" Xena asked, skeptical that Tara was telling the truth. She seemed so experienced and yet, she'd had that hinky feeling just before she asked the question that she'd be wrong. Oh well. Gabrielle could do what she willed with her.
"Yes, I'm sure, Xena. I'd remember something like that, right?" Tara answered.
"Xena gets tied up. Xena gets tied up," Gabrielle chanted cheerily.
"Hold your horses, smarty pants. Let's do this tomorrow. I need my beauty sleep."
"All right," Gabrielle laughed, a grin plastered on her face from ear to ear. "First thing in the morning then."