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.
"Good morning, warrior."
Xena opened her eyes to find herself naked. Both Gabrielle and Tara stood at the edge of the bed grinning at her. The bard had donned her regal Amazon garb, complete with her ceremonial mask, the feathered adornments shooting high above her head. Her midriff top enhanced the smooth flat muscles of her abdomen and the warrior imagined her tongue slurping across them, encircling the tiny crevice of her belly button. Xena licked her lips as her gaze wandered over to the young warrior wanna-be, Tara.
The young girl wore nothing save an impish grin and the leather collar that Gabrielle had worn the night before. She held a scarf in her hand and fidgeted with it nervously. Xena started to get up but restraints held her rigidly in place. She whirled her head around to the four corners of the bed and saw matching silk scarves that bound her wrists and ankles. She was spread-eagled, involuntarily offering herself up as if for a scrumptious feast at a king's banquet.
"I see you've started already," Xena observed, smirking sullenly, remembering the bet she'd lost the night before.
"Yes, we have," Gabrielle replied, assuming the regal formality of an Amazon Queen. "We thought it best to tie you before you woke up. We wouldn't want to let our Warrior Princess get away from us, now would we?"
Tara giggled. Xena wondered how these two had managed to tie her up without making any noise and she looked out the window for the answer. The sky reflected a navy blue and tiny speckles of lights twinkled in the early dawn but they would soon be obscured by Apollo's blistering gaze. Xena was notorious for getting up at the crack of dawn but she slept the heaviest just before the sun rose. Gabrielle and Tara probably hadn't slept a wink all night, waiting to pounce on her when she was at her most vulnerable. In a reflexive move, she tested the bindings to see how strong they were and how much it would take to break them.
Gabrielle approached, careful not to touch her subject. She leaned down to whisper in Xena's ear, her feathers rustling as she moved.
"Now, Xena, we all know how strong you are and if you really wanted to, you could break free. Am I right?"
Xena grinned. "Yeah I could."
Gabrielle smacked her hard on the thigh, surprising her, and the warrior instinctively yanked against the scarves. Yes, she mused, I could break free if I wanted to. Easy. No problem.
"I have a title, warrior. You will use it," Gabrielle announced.
A smirk graced the corners of Xena's mouth. She could play this game, she laughed to herself. "Yes, my Queen," Xena said, not bothering to conceal the sarcasm in her voice.
For the time being Gabrielle ignored it. She leaned close to Xena's ear again.
"Let me start again. We all know how strong you are and that you can break free if you wanted to, but part of your discipline today is that no matter what I do, you will remain tied. Otherwise, you will be free and what would be the fun in that?"
"None, Queen Gabrielle," Xena answered, smirking mischievously.
"Exactly," Gabrielle stated, still annoyed by the warrior's less than respectful demeanour.
The bard stood straight up and adjusted her headdress before she spoke.
"Warrior, as you know, the Amazons are very big on ceremony and rituals and because I am Queen, I get to create any ritual I want." Although Gabrielle was highly annoyed by the grin that continued to play on Xena's luscious mouth, she resisted the urge to crush those lips with her own, knowing that she had to summon every ounce of self-discipline she possessed to pull this off. She ignored the impulse and continued.
"So today, I have decided that the ritual we will perform is called Getting That Smirk Off The Warrior Princess' Face. Have you ever heard of it?"
Xena suppressed a chuckle, biting her lower lip. However, the saucy glint in her eyes betrayed her and Gabrielle knew it would soon be replaced by trepidation.
"No, my Queen," Xena answered with all the seriousness she could muster.
"Well, it's about time you found out. Tara?" Gabrielle held out her hand as Tara surrendered the multicoloured scarf. The Queen approached Xena again, armed with the harmless piece of cloth. For the first time, uneasiness clouded Xena's eyes as she realised what Gabrielle intended.
"No, please Gabrielle, not that," Xena said, momentarily squirming against her restraints.
A rigid hand smacked Xena's other thigh as both legs now bared a reddish imprint of the bard's palm.
"Xena, Xena, Xena," Gabrielle sighed. "You forgot to call me by my title."
"I'm sorry, my Queen," Xena said regretfully, still warily eyeing the cloth that Gabrielle held in her hand. "But, please, don't."
The Queen brushed her lips against Xena's ear, causing goosebumps to erupt the length of the warrior's lithe body. Her nipples leaped to attention and for a moment, she had a hard time remembering what she was objecting to.
"Xena, my Warrior Princess," the bard said, her voice enticingly low, her hand gently caressing the curves of Xena's breasts. "You know and I know that you like to be in control. And if you can see, you'll be able to direct things, manipulate the situation. Well, I don't want that. I want you to be at my complete and utter mercy. I want to be able to control you like no one has ever done before. Now I can't do that if you can see, right?"
Xena allowed herself to be lulled by the melody of the Queen's voice, beckoning her to a mysterious dark corner where freedom lie. And suddenly, inexplicably, she desperately wanted the freedom that Gabrielle offered.
"No, my Queen," Xena replied quietly, speaking in her most reverent tone of the day.
"Good." Gabrielle reached behind Xena's head, fastening the silk scarf securely, checking for little slits of light that the warrior might be able to glimpse through. When she found the scarf's snugness to her liking, she stood back to admire her handiwork.
"Imagine, Tara," Gabrielle said to the lone witness. "Here she is. Xena of Amphipolis, the Warrior Princess, the Destroyer of Nations, and other less than flattering titles, all tied up with nowhere to go. She's mine now. Completely mine to do with as I wish."
Xena moaned. Tara snickered.
The young girl pressed herself behind Gabrielle and the Queen took Tara in her arms, kissing her forcefully and squeezing the taut cheeks of her bottom. She heard Xena's soft mewling behind her, well aware that the warrior could hear them, but this was safer, she reasoned. Otherwise, she would have fucked the starlights out of Xena by now.
"Did the warrior need something?" Gabrielle asked Xena, pulling away from Tara.
Xena didn't answer, not sure what to say. Her heart raced with the possibilities and her wet centre pulsed with the juices that soaked her inner thighs. She wanted it all. Everything. And yet she was loathe to ask for it. So she remained silent, waiting.
"I think we need to begin the ritual. You remember that one, don't you, warrior? The Ritual of Getting That Smirk Off The Warrior Princess' Face?"
"It's gone already, my Queen," Xena replied softly. On the one hand, she had hoped that Gabrielle had forgotten, dreading the ritual that she was sure involved a lot of pain, given her knowledge of Amazon rituals. But on the other hand, she was eager to find out what the bard's bountiful imagination had conjured up.
"Well, for now, it's gone, but I just know it's lurking beneath the surface. So we'll go through with the ritual just to be sure."
"Yes, my Queen," Xena agreed.
"Tara!" Gabrielle commanded.
Xena heard the sound of the girl's feet brush against the floor. She went to another corner of the room and returned quickly. Xena heard the rustling of Gabrielle's feathers as the bard drew close. Then Gabrielle pressed her lips against hers and the warrior knew it was a heavenly kiss straight out of the Elysian Fields. As the kiss deepened, Xena poured all her gratitude and the surrender of her soul into that lone point of contact. It welled up from the aching need between her legs, down to the tips of her toes and back up through her abdomen, her torso, her breasts, then gushing out of the opening of her mouth and into Gabrielle's. She had wished that the kiss would never end, but alas, it did.
"Xena, what I'm about to do will involve some pain," Gabrielle advised. "You're not adverse to a little pain, are you?"
"No," Xena replied.
Smack!
"Like I said, you're not adverse to a little pain, are you?" Gabrielle repeated.
Xena gasped. "No! no! no! my Queen!" She wondered how she could have been so foolish to have forgotten her manners.
"Good. Now, you may forget yourself during this ritual, and that's fine. But there is one thing you may not do, and I know you have the self-discipline to do it. So listen carefully. No matter what happens, you are to keep yourself tied to this bed. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes, Queen Gabrielle. I promise I won't break free."
"That's a good girl. Now hold still."
Xena held herself motionless, bracing against the inevitable. She forced herself to relax, knowing that it would make the pain much easier to take. She just wished she knew what it was, and how far down the dark path of freedom Gabrielle would take her.
Above her, she heard another rustling, different from Gabrielle's headdress and a whoosh. An array of leaves struck her, stinging her abdomen. More blows struck the tops of her thighs, her calves, then returned to her torso. They struck her stomach again, this time harder, until the leaves reached her breasts, stinging her nipples. She winced for a moment, and she thought, this isn't so bad. Her loins confirmed she was rather enjoying herself. Inadvertently, she grinned.
"I see the smirk hasn't completely gone away," Gabrielle admonished. "I guess I'll have to try harder."
"I'm sorry, my Queen," Xena gasped. "I didn't mean to---"
Xena faltered when a stream of hot liquid spread across her chest. She immediately recognised it as candle wax. It slipped between the valley of her breasts, snaking its way to the underside of each mound. Xena gritted her teeth as the liquid left a burning trail in its wake and cooled almost as instantly as it had come. More candle wax dripped and the warrior held her breath as the wax cooled again, hardening into an indistinguishable pattern. The pain shot through her like a taut arrow, settling into her loins, and coming out the other side flowing like a raging river. Xena hissed out air through her teeth, mindful of the stress she was putting on her restraints. She desperately wanted to obey her Queen and the irony of the entire situation made her want to laugh. If it had been anyone else, they'd be dead by now.
"Still laughing, are we?" Gabrielle scolded as she dripped some candle wax on the tip of Xena's pointed nipple.
"Ahhhh!" Xena yelped. "No! My Queen, no! It's just that---"
"Just that what?" Gabrielle paused, waiting for Xena to continue.
"It's just that...I'd...kill..." Xena said between gasping breaths. "I'd...kill...anyone...else... who did this."
Gabrielle chuckled. "Yes, I know."
The Queen resumed the seemingly haphazard pattern on her abdomen and breasts. She paused long enough to give Xena a searing kiss and when she did so, the warrior felt a familiar tongue exploring her other, lower lips. Her body sang with sheer joy as the sensations coursing through her peaked at the apex between her legs. For all the girl's inexperience, she sure knew what to do with that lascivious tongue of hers. The warrior could feel the tension mount as she neared her climax. Her pelvis gyrated rhythmically with Tara's insistent mouth. And just as she was about the reach the pinnacle of glory, the girl was yanked away from her. Xena groaned in frustration.
"Not yet, Xena. My pleasure comes first," the bard advised her.
"Please, my Queen. Please let me," Xena begged, her hips thrashing against thin air.
"Still trying to control things, warrior? I don't think so."
Another hot stream of liquid spread across her stomach, pooling in the miniature valley of her belly button. Her skin burned anew with the fresh wax and Xena helplessly ached for relief, any relief. Sweat beaded on her forehead and she licked the moisture that graced her upper lip. Rivulets of wax seeped into her pubic hair and the warrior braced herself for the inevitable. She mentally checked the scarves, fingering the taut cloth for its elasticity. The last thing she wanted right now was to break loose. Her smirk was completely gone.
Wax seared through Xena's pubic hair to her exposed cunt, filling the contours of her tender lips. For the first time, she screamed aloud, a wail that was incongruent with the nirvanic rush that pulsated through every fibre of her being. Unintentionally, her right wrist wrenched away from the bed, the scarf shredded by the force. She had broken free.
For a moment, all time suspended as the three women realised what had happened.
Tara gasped. "Oooh, you're in trouble now, Xena," she taunted.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Gabrielle!" Xena gasped as she fumbled with the tattered remains of the scarf. "I'm sorry, please forgive me, my Queen!"
"Sorry won't be enough, warrior," the Queen answered, her hands firmly on her hips. "Now, what did you promise me?" Gabrielle quizzed, knowing full well the answer.
Xena could hear Tara giggling and for a moment, she wanted to break away from the rest of her bindings and take that little girl over her knee to spank her, but she resisted the temptation. Already, a seed of subservience had grown within her and sprouted to a full sized tree. She decided she liked this little game of being the humble subject of her Queen.
"Th-th-that I wouldn't break free," Xena sputtered, sweating profusely, not only from the pain her body had endured thus far, but also from what Gabrielle might do next. She tried to sit up but the remaining scarves held her securely to the bed.
"And?"
"And what?" Xena queried, clearly confused.
"Let me see if I can refresh your memory. You promised you wouldn't break free because if you did, there would be no fun in that, am I right? And this little game would be over. Is that what you want?" Gabrielle circled the bed as she talked. Xena heard her take off her mask in a veiled threat.
"No my Queen I'm sorry please don't stop." Xena talked fast as her words ran together. The last thing she wanted right now was for Gabrielle to stop. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so aroused. And the way Gabrielle commanded the air around her made her tremble slightly, conjuring up a concept that was completely foreign to her. It was fear.
"Very well, warrior. I see that your smirk is completely gone, nevertheless, you'll need to take your punishment for ripping my scarf. Are you ready?"
"Yes, my Queen," Xena said humbly, turning her head away in deference. A victorious grin tickled the corners of Xena's mouth but she willed her muscles to relax, hiding her insubordination from Gabrielle. The Queen made her rounds to the corners of the bed, releasing her remaining limbs. The warrior patiently waited for instructions.
"Up," the Queen commanded, indicating she wanted Xena to kneel on all fours. The warrior complied, settling into a comfortable place sideways across the bed. Gabrielle separated the raven tresses of the warrior's hair, each side draping her shoulders. Xena held herself motionless, being careful not to alter her position.
"You know, warrior, I wasn't finished with you."
"Yes, my Queen."
Xena held her breath, simultaneously dreading and anticipating a cascade of further drippings from Gabrielle's candle. Her torso swayed to an ancient song, humming its way throughout her rejuvenated limbs.
"Hold still," Gabrielle advised, slapping Xena's bare cheek as a warning.
A ribbon of wax blistered a trail along the sinewy muscles of Xena's back. She took in a deep breath, then inhaled and exhaled short puffs of air. She concentrated on the droplets of sweat that poured down from her forehead. They hit the sheets then spread out into circles the size of dinars. In a way, this position was even more challenging than the last as she used every ounce of strength she possessed to hold still. Her shoulders and thighs ached with the effort.
"Ah, such a pretty back," Gabrielle purred.
Xena remained motionless with great effort. The intense heat of the candle wax amassed on the surface of her back, spreading to her bare bottom, down her thighs, sweeping over the curves of her knees, then her calves, her shoulders and her arms. It was a heat that accumulated, making her feel like one massive ball of fire. She gritted her teeth, staving off the scream that rose from the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, she was helpless to suppress it.
"Gabriel-la-la-la-la!!!" she screamed, letting loose the primal battle cry that was her trademark.
For several moments later, the Queen seemed oblivious to the noise that reverberated throughout the small room as she continued her seemingly haphazard painting on Xena's back. Finally, she stopped and the warrior heard her set the candle down on the table beside the bed.
The warrior breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that she wouldn't have to scream again. In her mind's eye, she imagined a room full of patrons looking up at the ceiling from below, chivalrously thinking that they needed to rescue her from whoever her attacker was. Gabrielle approached, patting the warrior's head as she spoke.
"Very good, my pet. I was wondering what it would take for you to cry out."
Xena nodded vigorously, the sensations coursed through her body, preventing her from speaking in words. She took in long gulps of air, trying to stave off the dizzying rush of ecstasy. She wanted to collapse on the bed, but knew she should only do so if the Queen deemed she could.
"Look," Gabrielle urged, lifting Xena's chin with her fingers. She removed the blindfold. Xena adjusted her eyes to the room that was now beginning to brighten with the morning sky. She focused on Gabrielle as she held a looking glass and angled it in such a way that Xena could see the waxy design on her back. In messy but distinguishable letters, she could see the pattern Gabrielle had made on her back. And it was a very pretty picture indeed. It simply read:
"Queen Gabrielle"
"Now we know who owns you, right warrior?"
Xena smiled broadly, "Yes, we do, my Queen." Gabrielle offered her hand and the warrior kissed it enthusiastically. Her mouth found the Queen's thumb and she sucked on it tenderly, swirling her tongue around it, acknowledging her appreciation from the Queen's most loyal subject.
"You're quite welcome, my pet," Gabrielle acknowledged, withdrawing her hand. She pressed down on Xena's neck, allowing the warrior to rest her limbs for the first time in over a candlemark. Xena was grateful for the respite, however, she wasn't quite comfortable with her predicament. She was becoming increasingly impatient and she stifled an overwhelming urge to jump up off the bed and end this adventure, taking what she wanted. And with her bare ass and cunt exposed in such a way as to make her even more vulnerable, the effort to control herself increased tenfold.
Tara approached. "Hello, Xena. Your back looks so pretty," the girl smirked down at her. Xena didn't raise her head, she wasn't allowed to, but she could hear the derision in the young girl's voice just the same. Tara reached for the hardened wax on her back, lightly tracing the fancy lettered design. In spite of her irritation with the girl, Xena found herself intoxicated by her proximity. The smell of the girl's arousal wafted to her nostrils and its pungent scent increased as Tara lifted one knee onto the bed.
Behind her, Xena could feel Gabrielle's tongue slide along the dripping entrance of her cunt. She moaned into the sheets, grabbing hold of Tara's thighs to brace herself. Her nose burrowed into the girl's coarse hairs and she wasn't sure if had permission to delve into the sweet elixir. She waited for the Queen's command, wallowing in the exhilarating pleasure she was receiving. Gabrielle's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, as she gorged herself on the flood of passion that had amassed between the warrior's legs.
Suddenly, she stopped and Xena groaned, stifling off a howl of frustration.
"Please don't stop Gabrielle please I need---"
"I know what you need, warrior," Gabrielle interrupted. "But what I need is for you to move up on the bed. Over there. On all fours." Xena lifted her head to see where Gabrielle pointed and swiftly moved to her new station, grateful that the Queen had chosen to overlook her indiscretion of not using her title.
Tara followed her, positioning herself at Xena's head, stretching her legs out, an irresistible invitation. Their eyes locked for a moment, the girl grinning down at Xena, confident that she had the upper hand. The warrior was merely amused by her audacity, inexplicably aroused by her dilemma. She had allowed herself to be completely dominated by Gabrielle and by extension, this little girl. A girl who seemed far too experienced to be deemed virginal when it came to female lovers. Suddenly, it dawned on her that Tara had not been telling the truth about Xena and Gabrielle being her first. She smirked back at the cheeky girl, narrowing her eyes and mentally storing the pertinent information with her other cache of weapons.
"Such a pretty pretty site," Gabrielle stated behind her, interrupting Xena's thoughts. "The warrior's dripping as much as that candle. Now I wonder how she got herself in such a state."
Xena groaned softly, not sure where this line of questioning was leading.
"What do you think, Tara? Could it be that she enjoys offering herself to me as my humble subject?"
Tara snickered. "Yep! I think she likes it."
Gabrielle continued. "And if she's in such a state, she'll do anything to please her Queen. Isn't that right, warrior?"
Xena didn't answer. She concentrated on the downy fur between Tara's legs, waiting for the moment when the Queen would allow her to feed.
Smack!
"That wasn't a rhetorical question, warrior," Gabrielle admonished.
"Yes! my Queen! I'll do anything you say!" Xena exclaimed, wondering when her torment would end. She was crawling out of her skin with a burning need to be taken. Her formidable self-discipline was the only thing that kept her rooted in place.
"Good. Now if you want to please me, warrior, you will have to please her." The warrior banished all coherent thoughts from her mind, allowing the Queen's orders to take precedent. In spite of herself, the pleasure it gave her to appease her Queen overwhelmed her. She reached for Tara's collar, pulling the girl's head toward her, fiercely kissing her mouth. The girl was initially surprised by its voracity but soon matched the warrior's passions. When Xena finally released her, Tara murmured but two words.
"Eat me."
Xena sank down between Tara's legs, cupping her hands underneath the girl's thighs to lift her up. She feasted on the mass of liquid that had pooled there, devouring the young girl's succulent juices as if she'd just arrived at an oasis in the most arid of deserts.
Underneath her, Gabrielle hands roamed the underside of Xena's torso. Flakes of hardened wax drifted to the sheets as she leisurely massaged the warrior's sweaty skin. Xena could feel the heat of Gabrielle's body as her soft naked mounds crushed against her back. Her strong hands found Xena's hanging breasts and she stroked them gently, causing the warrior to groan softly as she accelerated her pace against Tara. The Queen's nimble fingers found her aching nipples and squeezing them rhythmically. The warrior paused in her exploration of the girl and pulled away from her, taking in deep gulps of air.
"By the gods, Gabrielle, please," she panted.
"Don't stop now, Xena," Tara admonished. Xena immediately resumed her ministrations, remembering that an order from Tara was, by proxy, an order from her Queen. Gabrielle had said to please her and please her she would.
"The warrior's not giving you any trouble, is she, Tara?" Gabrielle asked as she abandoned Xena's breasts, opting for more demanding terrain. She entered Xena with one finger, testing the depth and elasticity of her steaming cavity. Xena made guttural noises into Tara, moving her hips to encourage Gabrielle to probe further. A second finger entered and a third quickly followed.
"No, she's being good. Just lost her concentration for a bit," Tara advised. She stroked Xena's hair as she spoke, revelling in the pleasure that Xena, by way of Gabrielle, afforded her.
"Hmm," Gabrielle answered as she balled her hand into a fist and slowly entered Xena. The warrior's inner walls collapsed around her, enveloping her like a soft leather glove. Xena hungrily lapped at Tara's opening, careful not to slow down if she wanted Gabrielle to continue. Her body burned anew with the sensation of being completely driven to the height of Mount Olympus. Before she could catch her breath, Gabrielle was driving her furiously, relentlessly, and ruthlessly so that she lost all clarity of who she was, where she was and why. She only knew that she didn't want to come down. Simultaneously, tiny embers ignited every muscle of her body and in moments she became a collection of red-hot coals that melted into one massive bonfire. Suddenly, she exploded into the heavens, shattering her fragile state of consciousness. She collapsed onto the bed and drifted off to the Elysian Fields.
<::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::()xxxxxxx()()xxxxxxx()::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::>"Good afternoon, Tara."
Tara awoke to find an unmoving tree on her back. She struggled to get up but Xena held her steadfast. The length of the warrior's arm pressed against her neck and the full weight of Xena's body smothered her back. Her palm lazily roamed across the surface of Tara's smooth bottom. Xena's face hovered within inches of her own.
"Hi, Xena," she said groggily.
"We have to ask you a question," Gabrielle announced from the other side as her hand also roamed the tender curve of her ass. Despite her utter exhaustion, Tara delighted in her new-found position of being a human sandwich.
"Oh, no, not another bet," Tara said tiredly. She was physically and emotionally spent from the activities earlier in the day and didn't know if she could take much more. She surmised that they had slept several hours judging by the light in the room. Didn't these two ever stop? she wondered.
"No, no, this isn't a bet, we just want to know the truth," Xena said ominously.
"Okay, what is it?"
"Are we really your first?" Gabrielle asked.
"My first what?" Tara questioned, stalling for time. It suddenly dawned on her that somehow the two women had figured out her lie about never having a female lover before them.
"Don't play innocent, Tara, you'll only make it worse," Xena said.
"Much worse," the bard chimed in.
"I said yes, you were my first female lovers," Tara answered indignantly, hoping that attitude would win out over the truth.
"Yes, we know what you said....," the warrior stated knowingly, "but what's the truth?"
Tara tried to get up again, struggling helplessly against Xena's large frame. Damn, the girl thought to herself, how did I ever get myself entangled with these two?
"Xena, I didn't---"
"See?" Xena pointed out. "We don't even have a bet going and she lies. So what do you think, Gabrielle? 50? 75? 100? Do you think she can count that high?"
"I can!" Gabrielle giggled.
"I'm telling the truth, Xena!" Tara cried out angrily, hoping against hope that Xena would believe her this time. She thought back to how ruthless Gabrielle had been and knew that Xena, the ex-warlord, would simply be heartless.
Xena ignored her. "Gabrielle, did you know that when I was a warlord, I could tell when someone lied before they even knew they were going to do it. Not only that, I knew what the lie would be and how they would tell it."
"Must have been one of your many skills."
"Like when they lied by denying something, first they acted with indignation that I could even think that they were capable of such a thing. Then they would repeat it louder, usually in anger, in case I didn't hear it the first time."
"And were you usually right?" Gabrielle asked, goading Xena into embellishing her past exploits for Tara's sake.
"Every time."
"All right, all right," Tara spoke up.
"Let's hear it," Xena said.
"I lied, but only because---" Tara faltered. She really didn't want to admit to the warrior that the real reason was she wanted to see Gabrielle tie up Xena.
"Because?"
"I thought it would be more fun if you didn't know," Tara admitted. This wasn't exactly a lie, it was the truth, just not the whole truth, she reasoned.
"What do think?" Xena asked Gabrielle. "50?"
"Sounds good to me!"
"Start counting!"
And with that, Xena and Gabrielle proceeded to take turns spanking the supple cheeks of Tara's bottom.