Re: Learning Her Lesson 3/?
anonymous
November 25 2010, 06:29:08 UTC
At Ser Tarin’s words, the confidence Solona had started to build melted away from her. She had been sexually active for a few years with some of the male mages, but it had mostly been groping, fast blow jobs, and “quickies” in an out of the way corner before anyone could catch them. Most of Solona’s teasing of the Templars was of the more harmless variety; flashing them glimpses of her breasts, suggestive comments, licking her lips. It didn’t take much to fluster the younger Templars, and Cullen was always an easy mark.
She had heard talk about more exotic sex acts, of course. Who hadn’t in the tower? The thought of being beaten both scared and excited her, but Ser Tarin was waiting impatiently for her answer. Solana licked her lips and saw how his eyes seemed to burn hotter. “I don’t see a rod. How can I choose when I don’t know what the choice really is?” she asked, hoping to delay him a little longer.
Ser Tarin grinned evilly and indicated his groin, “It’s my rod, and if you don’t hurry up, you won’t get any choice tonight at all.”
“Oh,” replied Solona as she actually flushed a little. “The rod,” she said softly.
“Good choice. I was hoping you’d pick that,” he said and let the flogger fall from his hand as if it was forgotten. In a sharper tone, he commanded, “On your knees.”
Solona didn’t move right away, but when she saw him head toward her she dropped quickly as he had bade her.
“Good girl,” he said approvingly. “You’re learning. That’s what tonight is all about, mage, you learning to take orders from a Templar.”
Solona felt a flare of indignation, but she wisely didn’t say anything.
“Say, ‘Thank you, Ser Tarin,’” he ordered her.
Solona looked up at him as defiance filled her. Ser Tarin raised an eyebrow at her as he waited. Finally, she reluctantly spoke as he desired. “Thank you, Ser Tarin,” she replied as she dropped her eyes to the floor.
“That’s my girl,’ he said and removed his armor as fast as he could while Solona remained on her knees before him. As each piece fell to the floor, Solona flinched but she couldn’t help finally raising her eyes and looking at him. Her gaze caressed his well-developed chest and arms as well as the muscles in his thighs and calves. His body was quite different from the soft, flabby ones of the male mages she had taken as her lovers before this night. Solona grew even more excited at the thought of all that firm male flesh pressed against hers. He didn’t miss her glances at him, and with a wicked smile, he stepped out of his smallclothes. Solona swallowed as she saw his body was already hard with desire.
Re: Learning Her Lesson 4/?
anonymous
November 25 2010, 06:38:08 UTC
“Suck me, mage. I want to feel the heat of your mouth surround my cock.”
This Solona could do. Blow jobs were one of her specialties. “Yes, Ser Tarin,” she said as she raised her hand to grasp him.
“No hands,” he ordered. “Just your mouth.”
Solona obediently dropped her hand. She traced the circumference of the head of his penis with just the tip of her tongue. She heard him groan and felt him give an unconscious forward thrust as she touched him. Growing bolder, she continued to circle his head with her tongue and brought it up over the small slit at the very tip where a few drops of cum had escaped his body. She lapped them up and then quickly took him in her mouth as she slid his cock back to her throat.
“Oh Maker,” he whispered as his hands grasped each side of her head firmly.
Solona slowly drew back until only the very tip of his head remained in her mouth, then as fast as she could she sucked him back in again.
Ser Tarin was panting now, “More,” he demanded hoarsely. “More!”
Solona allowed him to drop from her mouth as she ran her tongue down along the underside of his shaft and gently sucked his balls. She could feel his body shaking now as his hands on the sides of her head forced her back so he could insert his penis back in her mouth. She could feel the tautness of his member as it passed her lips.
“More,” he said again, the urgency in his voice unmistakable. This time he didn’t wait for her. He pulled her head towards his body with his hands and began thrusting into her mouth. Solona quickly relaxed all the muscles in the back of her throat as she realized he wouldn’t care if he choked her in his frenzy. His fingers were tangled in her hair, and with each thrust he would pull her forward by the strands wrapped around them. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, but she didn’t dare allow his penis to drop from her mouth in order to protest. She was afraid of what he would do to punish her if she did. His rhythm increased as he rammed himself in her mouth over and over. His head arched back and his entire body tensed. With one final thrust forward deep into her throat, his cock began streaming his release into her mouth and he let out a wordless shout. Not having any choice, Solona shut her eyes and began swallowing as fast as the fluid built up.
It seemed she swallowed his salty tang forever, and when she opened her eyes, her face was still buried in his pelvis. She could feel his pubic hair against her skin. She started to open her mouth to allow his penis to fall free, but Ser Tarin must have felt the release of pressure against him. He grasped her head firmly and said, “No, not until I give you permission.”
Solona obediently continued to hold his slackened member in her mouth with a small amount of suction against his skin, but she felt off kilter as all she could see was his stomach. He didn’t speak, but she felt one hand loosen its grip on her hair as his fingers trailed over her skin. She knelt there holding him as she had been commanded as his hand traced her face and ran down her neck. He grasped a breast in his hand as though measuring her before pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed just hard enough that the flare of pleasure/pain sank through her belly causing a new rush of wetness between her legs. She gasped slightly around his penis, and she heard him chuckle.
“Continue to hold,” he ordered and then he bent his knees lowering himself. Because of this Solona was forced to lower her body as well. He sat down pulling the bedroll underneath himself as Solona moved with him and ended up holding her body inches above the floor while on her hands and knees with her forehead jammed between his torso and his leg. She felt his hands begin to wander her body once more. He laughed triumphantly when she turned herself so he had free access to her while never allowing him to slip from her mouth. “Very good girl,” he almost purred at her. He reached over so he could run his hand over her ass, but it still caught her by surprise when one of his fingers plunged inside her without warning. Solana could hear the anticipation in his voice as he said, “You are so wet, my sweet mage. Don’t worry, soon we’ll move on to the next part of the night, the lash.”
Re: Learning Her Lesson 5/10
anonymous
November 27 2010, 15:34:48 UTC
Solona wasn’t sure how long Ser Tarin made her crouch in front of him on her hands and knees with his penis held firmly between her lips. He continued to stroke her with his strong hands, and Solona’s desire for him grew as her body heated under his touch. She began to suck his cock without his express direction, and she was rewarded as she felt him begin to harden with her ministrations.
Ser Tarin laughed delightedly once again as he idly ran his hand from her ass up her spine to the back of her neck. He allowed his hand to lie there as his fingers curled lightly around her neck as a subtle reminder of his power over her and her lips and tongue continued their work. “You are a surprise, sweet mage. What a willing little whore you are.”
Solona naturally couldn’t answer him as her mouth was filled with his flesh so she allowed her actions to speak for her. She felt his body begin to relax around her as he closed his eyes and just concentrated on enjoying the sensations she was creating. Only when his penis was fully engorged once again did he open his eyes and speak, “Enough,” he commanded.
Solona, highly conscious of the strength in the fingertips that encircled her neck, obediently ceased all movement and waited for his next instruction.
“Turn over and lie in my lap,” he ordered.
Solona released him from the warm depths of her mouth and turned, sitting sideways across his lap with his erection pressed into the split between her ass cheeks. His arm came up behind to support her as she laid back, her body fully open to him.
Ser Tarin spared a glance for the back wall and adjusted his position slightly so Solona could be better viewed. He knew the secret of this room, which the mage did not. They were being watched by Templars who were considered mature in their training and beliefs by the Knight-Commander and who had received permission from him to observe. After all, any one of them may be called upon at any time to mete out discipline in this manner to an unruly mage. How could a man who had never had a woman in his life be expected to totally dominate one if he had no instruction? Templars were excellent watchers from their years of observing mages and as such learned quickly. As part of her punishment for teasing so many of his brothers, Solona performed for them (unknowingly), and he provided an example for any of the other Templars ever assigned the same task. Ser Tarin had observed two such punishments himself before being given the charge of disciplining Amell.
Ser Tarin looked down at the woman draped across him. He knew she was aroused by the condition of her body. Her breathing was light and rapid. Her face was slightly flushed, but most telling was the way she twitched her hips and rubbed her ass gently against his erection.
“You are a hot little mage, aren’t you?” he asked. “Are you ready for more punishment?”
Solona swallowed hard, but her body was aroused enough that she was curious about what he had in store for her. “Yes, Ser Tarin,” Solona answered as he had taught her.
“Fetch the flogger,” he ordered.
Solona rose from his lap and walked to the device with an exaggerated swing of her hips. She returned to him with it held in her hand, and she felt a flare of satisfaction at her own ability to cause a response in Ser Tarin when she watched his heated eyes trace every line of her body as she moved toward him.
“Beg for correction on your knees,” he commanded.
Solona dropped gracefully beside Ser Tarin as he sat on the bedroll. Solona was the picture of obedience as she held out the flogger to him and said with her head bowed, ‘I beg punishment, Ser Tarin.”
“Very good,” he replied as he took it from her. Ser Tarin was well pleased with how the girl was behaving. He was glad he hadn’t had to do more than knock the mage around a little for her to acknowledge his dominion over her.
Re: Learning Her Lesson 6/10
anonymous
November 27 2010, 15:40:07 UTC
“Lay down across my lap again, this time on your belly,” he ordered her.
Solona moved to lie with her pelvis across his lap and her ass in the perfect position for him to strike it. She stacked her hands on the floor and planted her chin firmly between her second and third knuckles. She had no idea how much this would hurt, but she was surprised by how much she enjoyed obeying Ser Tarin’s every order. There was a part of her that was thrilled at the knowledge that she was forced to act as he desired and that she would be quickly corrected if she didn’t do as he willed. Solona wasn’t expecting it when the first blow fell against the unprotected skin of her bottom. She stifled a groan and bucked slightly against him, but didn’t move out of position. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his arm come up again and she tensed against the next strike.
After the first two strokes, Ser Tarin felt no thrill with using the flogger. He dropped it beside him, and for the next blow, he smacked Solona’s ass with his open hand. The impact against her skin caused an audible crack that resounded through the room. Solona gasped and she unconsciously started to rear back. Ser Tarin roughly pushed her down to the floor with one hand between her shoulder blades and held her there as he once again brought his other firmly against her behind. Again her body jerked under his hands, and Ser Tarin drew back for another sharp blow. He fell into a rhythmic pattern striking her over and over. The sound and feel of his hand hitting her followed by the soft vocalizations she made and the jumping of her body in response excited him, and he continued spanking her until his arm tired and her entire ass was fiery red and bore the imprints of his fingers.
When he finished, he removed the hand from between her shoulders that he had used to hold her down. He wrapped his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled sharply, forcibly bending her entire upper body backwards toward him.
“Have you learned a lesson about teasing the young Templars, mage?” he asked in a firm voice. Ser Tarin was suitably impressed that she hadn’t cried out or begged him to stop when he was disciplining her.
“Yes, Ser Tarin,” she answered him hoarsely. Solona’s bottom burned painfully from the spanking she had endured, but she was more excited than she had ever been in her life. She lay passively on his lap, almost shaking with suppressed desire, as she awaited his next command.
Ser Tarin loosened his grip allowing her to unbend some as a reward, but he continued to hold her hair making her stay exactly where he wanted her. From the rear, he pushed his other hand between her legs feeling her spread them willingly at his first touch. Ser Tarin hissed in surprise as he lightly ran his fingers between her folds. The amount of moisture he found beaded there revealed just how much she was enjoying the things he was doing to her. He ran his pointer and middle fingers through her wetness making them slick before he began to tease her by inserting just the tips inside her body. He slowly ran them in and out of the entrance of her cunt, although barely penetrating her. Solona moaned and tried to raise her ass up off his lap to encourage him to invade her deeper. He continued his slow, shallow ministrations as Solona began whimpering far down in her throat and her body trembled and jerked under his touch.
Ser Tarin felt as though he might explode just from wanting to be inside her. The way she moved caused her body to brush against him and the whimpering sounds she made caused a throbbing in his cock.
Re: Learning Her Lesson 7/10
anonymous
November 27 2010, 15:45:15 UTC
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered, slightly breathless himself.
Solona quickly rose from his lap and eagerly went to her hands and knees before him, her legs spread as wide as she could manage and her head hanging down as she waited his pleasure.
Ser Tarin rose from the bedroll and enveloped her body with his. He reached down and grasped himself rubbing the head of his penis against her wetness. With his last vestiges of control, he paused long enough to command her as the overwhelming need to thrust into her body threatened to overtake him. “Beg for it, my mage,” he commanded her.
Solona’s body was moving frantically under him as she tried desperately to impale herself on his shaft. Only Ser Tarin’s iron Templar discipline allowed him to refuse the demands his own body was making. “Beg,” he demanded more harshly.
Solona was enflamed to such a point she barely registered his words. Finally, she realized what he wanted her to do. “Please, please, my Templar, please fuck me!” she cried.
Solona’s words released Ser Tarin to action, and the last syllable had barely passed her lips before he was thrusting himself forward. For the first time in his life, Ser Tarin felt the welcoming embrace of a willing female surround his penis as he entered Solona’s body. As a young Templar, he and his year mates had talked endlessly about how it would feel to actually penetrate a woman, but all his imaginings paled in comparison to the real thing. A cry was wrung from him as he rammed himself as deep into Solona’s body as he could. He instinctively reached out and wrapped an arm around her hips, adjusting her position so he had unhindered access to her sweet depths. He slowly pulled himself backward until only the tip of his cock was inside her and he thrust forward again to bury himself inside her willing, wet flesh. When Solona had sucked him to orgasm earlier, he had thought nothing could feel better than her mouth wrapped around him, but he had been wrong. As he continued to ride her with stronger and stronger strokes, he began to understand just why woman were such an intoxicating danger. His body fell into the age-old rhythm that was ingrained in his bones, and he realized he couldn’t stop thrusting now if Andraste herself appeared in front of them.
Solona had many lovers in the past but none had made her feel like this man did. Her body responded to his lightest touch as she began to climb to heights of passion she had never reached before. When her Templar pushed her to the floor, she went willingly raising her hips high so as not to lose the contact of him inside her.
Ser Tarin’s world narrowed to just the sensations he was feeling as he plunged over and over into the mage’s body. He forgot the Chantry; he forgot his vows; he forgot he was serving his order and punishing a recalcitrant mage. All that mattered was the pressure that was building inside him as he rammed himself into Solona repeatedly driving her face and chest painfully into the floor. Finally just when he was sure he would pass out from the pleasure, his body found release and he began pumping his seed inside the mage.
Re: Learning Her Lesson 8/10
anonymous
November 27 2010, 15:52:25 UTC
When she felt Ser Tarin begin to spasm, Solona was driven almost insane with the nearness of her own orgasm. She whimpered and squirmed begging with her body for him to finish her, but she realized he was not going to allow it. His hands grasped her hips holding her still as he withdrew from her body completely. Solona tried desperately to hold him inside her by squeezing the walls of her pussy around him as he withdrew, but to no avail. He ignored her pleas and forced her back to the floor.
“Put your hands above your head,” he told her.
Solona reluctantly extended her arms up and placed her palms flat on the floor. Her face was still pressed against the unyielding surface beneath her, but she could not control the movement of her hips as she yearned for him to give her release. “Please,” she begged piteously, almost unable to bear the intensity of her yearning.
“Do you want, little mage? Do you hunger?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yes,” she almost screamed. “Please, please, touch me,” she begged as she continued to writhe on the floor in front of Ser Tarin. When it became obvious that he would not answer her cries, Solona driven beyond her own limits started to bring a hand down to touch herself. Ser Tarin moved as fast as a striking snake. He dropped with a knee on each side of Solana’s waist so he was straddling her, grabbed her hair, and ground her cheek into the floor.
“Do not move without permission,” he warned her and she quickly moved her arm back up with the other one. Now, Ser Tarin could drive home the lesson she had been brought to this room to learn. He continued, “How many of my brothers have you teased and tormented into such a state as you find yourself in as you drove them insane with a lust they have no outlet to express? How does it feel to want so badly a release you cannot have?”
Solona moaned as she drew her hands into fists. Her frustration level was so high tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, but she realized he would not allow her body satisfaction. Ser Tarin rose from Solona and sat back on the bedroll beside her. He watched as for long minutes her body continued to move and jerk seeking the release he denied her, but Solona never broke the position he had placed her in.
Finally, as she began to quiet and her breathing returned to normal, he reached out a hand and almost tenderly stroked down her side and flank. “Now do you understand, little mage? Have you learned your final lesson about teasing Templars?”
“Yes, Ser Tarin,” Solona replied quietly. “I will be more careful of my actions in the future,” she promised as she continued to lie on her stomach with her arms extended as he had instructed her. In the last few hours, Ser Tarin had thoroughly tamed her, and Solona would not move until he commanded her to.
Ser Tarin let out a sigh as he realized the majority of his work this night had been completed. In the hours he had left before they would be released back into the mage tower and his vow would once again bind him, Ser Tarin determined to take full advantage of the woman lying obediently before him.
Re: Learning Her Lesson 9/10
anonymous
November 27 2010, 15:55:58 UTC
When Greagoir opened the locked door the next morning, Ser Tarin was sitting on the bedroll with his back against the wall of the room. Solona was curled into a tight ball beside him with her head in his lap sleeping. When Ser Tarin heard the Knight-Commander at the door, he guiltily removed the hand he had been using to stroke Solona’s hair. After Solona’s lessons were completed last night, Ser Tarin had taken her as many times as his body had allowed. He had taken her gently. He had taken her roughly. He had made her scream in ecstasy. She had made him cry her name as he lost his own control plunging into her body. Ser Tarin was sore in places and muscles that he had never known could be sore.
The Knight-Commander looked down at one of his best men and hoped this night hadn’t ruined him irrevocably. There was always a chance that the Templar assigned this duty would have a hard time readjusting back into the normal routine of the Tower. “Mission accomplished?” he asked. Greagoir had observed the beginning of the night’s activities between Solona and Tarin, but he had been called away to other duties.
“Yes, Knight-Commander,” answered Ser Tarin.
“Excellent,” replied Greagoir. “Get up and get dressed, “ he ordered.
“Yes, Ser,” replied Ser Tarin with great reluctance. He slowly and carefully slid out from under Solona’s head and carefully placed it on the bedroll. His movements were gentle enough that she did not awake. Ser Tarin walked over to his armor and quickly began to put it on.
Greagoir frowned as he watched the care Ser Tarin took with the mage. “Your vow is now reinstated. I suggest you spend this day in the chantry on your knees praying for Andraste’s guidance,” Greagoir said in a tone of voice that indicated this was much more than a suggestion.
Ser Tarin struggled internally with the flare of resentment he felt at the Knight-Commander’s words. He then stood tall in his armor trying to convince himself he was still the same devoted Templar he had been when he had entered this room last night. “Yes, Knight-Commander,” Ser Tarin answered crisply.
“You are dismissed,” Greagoir told him with a wave of his hand.
Ser Tarin could not resist one last look at his mage before he turned sharply on his heel and left the room as ordered.
Greagoir sighed to himself. There was always a risk in this type of punishment. If Tarin had managed to make Amell rein in her teasing ways then he had done all the Templars in the tower a huge favor, but Greagoir made a note to himself to keep an eye on Tarin and make sure all was well with him over the next weeks. It would not do to lose so fine a Templar because of the antics of an apprentice.
Re: Learning Her Lesson 10/10
anonymous
November 27 2010, 15:59:13 UTC
Greagoir turned his attention to the young woman sleeping naked on the floor before him. He noted the marks and bruises Tarin had left on her body approvingly. He sincerely hoped Amell would behave in a more decorous manner in the future. He reached out a booted foot and toed her gently, “Arise, Apprentice,” he said in a firm voice.
Greagoir watched as Amell’s eyes opened. She blinked once, twice, and then looked around the room. She flushed becomingly when she realized she was naked on the floor in front of the Knight-Commander, but for once Amell was silent.
“Get dressed,” he ordered her.
“Yes, Knight-Commander,“ she replied. Solona adroitly rose from the floor and quickly pulled on her smalls and robes as she remained quiet and kept her eyes lowered waiting for further instructions.
“Have you learned your lesson about teasing my young Templars, Apprentice Amell?” he asked.
“Yes, Knight-Commander,” she answered. “I will not do it again.” A small smile appeared on her face which was quickly wiped away before the Knight-Commander noticed.
Greagoir was greatly surprised. He had never expected that Amell would ever be this biddable. Tarin must truly have done a remarkable job with the girl. He would have to ask some of the Templars who had watched the whole night exactly what had happened in this room between Tarin and the mage. “Very well, your punishment is over, and Amell, you will not speak of what occurred here to anyone. Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, Knight-Commander,” she obediently replied.
With a shake of his head in wonder at the change in her attitude, Greagoir told Solona, “You may go.”
With a drop of her head to him, Solona moved out of the room dismissing the Knight-Commander from her thoughts immediately. Yes, the younger Templars were certainly safe from her now. The games that she had played with them that had so amused her before last night had lost all appeal. Solona had a new, more important objective. She vowed to herself that one day she would feel her Templar’s touch against her skin once again. Solona had certainly learned a lesson in the hours she had spent with Ser Tarin, but somehow she didn’t think it was the one that Greagoir had expected.
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She had heard talk about more exotic sex acts, of course. Who hadn’t in the tower? The thought of being beaten both scared and excited her, but Ser Tarin was waiting impatiently for her answer. Solana licked her lips and saw how his eyes seemed to burn hotter. “I don’t see a rod. How can I choose when I don’t know what the choice really is?” she asked, hoping to delay him a little longer.
Ser Tarin grinned evilly and indicated his groin, “It’s my rod, and if you don’t hurry up, you won’t get any choice tonight at all.”
“Oh,” replied Solona as she actually flushed a little. “The rod,” she said softly.
“Good choice. I was hoping you’d pick that,” he said and let the flogger fall from his hand as if it was forgotten. In a sharper tone, he commanded, “On your knees.”
Solona didn’t move right away, but when she saw him head toward her she dropped quickly as he had bade her.
“Good girl,” he said approvingly. “You’re learning. That’s what tonight is all about, mage, you learning to take orders from a Templar.”
Solona felt a flare of indignation, but she wisely didn’t say anything.
“Say, ‘Thank you, Ser Tarin,’” he ordered her.
Solona looked up at him as defiance filled her. Ser Tarin raised an eyebrow at her as he waited. Finally, she reluctantly spoke as he desired. “Thank you, Ser Tarin,” she replied as she dropped her eyes to the floor.
“That’s my girl,’ he said and removed his armor as fast as he could while Solona remained on her knees before him. As each piece fell to the floor, Solona flinched but she couldn’t help finally raising her eyes and looking at him. Her gaze caressed his well-developed chest and arms as well as the muscles in his thighs and calves. His body was quite different from the soft, flabby ones of the male mages she had taken as her lovers before this night. Solona grew even more excited at the thought of all that firm male flesh pressed against hers. He didn’t miss her glances at him, and with a wicked smile, he stepped out of his smallclothes. Solona swallowed as she saw his body was already hard with desire.
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This Solona could do. Blow jobs were one of her specialties. “Yes, Ser Tarin,” she said as she raised her hand to grasp him.
“No hands,” he ordered. “Just your mouth.”
Solona obediently dropped her hand. She traced the circumference of the head of his penis with just the tip of her tongue. She heard him groan and felt him give an unconscious forward thrust as she touched him. Growing bolder, she continued to circle his head with her tongue and brought it up over the small slit at the very tip where a few drops of cum had escaped his body. She lapped them up and then quickly took him in her mouth as she slid his cock back to her throat.
“Oh Maker,” he whispered as his hands grasped each side of her head firmly.
Solona slowly drew back until only the very tip of his head remained in her mouth, then as fast as she could she sucked him back in again.
Ser Tarin was panting now, “More,” he demanded hoarsely. “More!”
Solona allowed him to drop from her mouth as she ran her tongue down along the underside of his shaft and gently sucked his balls. She could feel his body shaking now as his hands on the sides of her head forced her back so he could insert his penis back in her mouth. She could feel the tautness of his member as it passed her lips.
“More,” he said again, the urgency in his voice unmistakable. This time he didn’t wait for her. He pulled her head towards his body with his hands and began thrusting into her mouth. Solona quickly relaxed all the muscles in the back of her throat as she realized he wouldn’t care if he choked her in his frenzy. His fingers were tangled in her hair, and with each thrust he would pull her forward by the strands wrapped around them. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, but she didn’t dare allow his penis to drop from her mouth in order to protest. She was afraid of what he would do to punish her if she did. His rhythm increased as he rammed himself in her mouth over and over. His head arched back and his entire body tensed. With one final thrust forward deep into her throat, his cock began streaming his release into her mouth and he let out a wordless shout. Not having any choice, Solona shut her eyes and began swallowing as fast as the fluid built up.
It seemed she swallowed his salty tang forever, and when she opened her eyes, her face was still buried in his pelvis. She could feel his pubic hair against her skin. She started to open her mouth to allow his penis to fall free, but Ser Tarin must have felt the release of pressure against him. He grasped her head firmly and said, “No, not until I give you permission.”
Solona obediently continued to hold his slackened member in her mouth with a small amount of suction against his skin, but she felt off kilter as all she could see was his stomach. He didn’t speak, but she felt one hand loosen its grip on her hair as his fingers trailed over her skin. She knelt there holding him as she had been commanded as his hand traced her face and ran down her neck. He grasped a breast in his hand as though measuring her before pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed just hard enough that the flare of pleasure/pain sank through her belly causing a new rush of wetness between her legs. She gasped slightly around his penis, and she heard him chuckle.
“Continue to hold,” he ordered and then he bent his knees lowering himself. Because of this Solona was forced to lower her body as well. He sat down pulling the bedroll underneath himself as Solona moved with him and ended up holding her body inches above the floor while on her hands and knees with her forehead jammed between his torso and his leg. She felt his hands begin to wander her body once more. He laughed triumphantly when she turned herself so he had free access to her while never allowing him to slip from her mouth. “Very good girl,” he almost purred at her. He reached over so he could run his hand over her ass, but it still caught her by surprise when one of his fingers plunged inside her without warning. Solana could hear the anticipation in his voice as he said, “You are so wet, my sweet mage. Don’t worry, soon we’ll move on to the next part of the night, the lash.”
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Ser Tarin laughed delightedly once again as he idly ran his hand from her ass up her spine to the back of her neck. He allowed his hand to lie there as his fingers curled lightly around her neck as a subtle reminder of his power over her and her lips and tongue continued their work. “You are a surprise, sweet mage. What a willing little whore you are.”
Solona naturally couldn’t answer him as her mouth was filled with his flesh so she allowed her actions to speak for her. She felt his body begin to relax around her as he closed his eyes and just concentrated on enjoying the sensations she was creating. Only when his penis was fully engorged once again did he open his eyes and speak, “Enough,” he commanded.
Solona, highly conscious of the strength in the fingertips that encircled her neck, obediently ceased all movement and waited for his next instruction.
“Turn over and lie in my lap,” he ordered.
Solona released him from the warm depths of her mouth and turned, sitting sideways across his lap with his erection pressed into the split between her ass cheeks. His arm came up behind to support her as she laid back, her body fully open to him.
Ser Tarin spared a glance for the back wall and adjusted his position slightly so Solona could be better viewed. He knew the secret of this room, which the mage did not. They were being watched by Templars who were considered mature in their training and beliefs by the Knight-Commander and who had received permission from him to observe. After all, any one of them may be called upon at any time to mete out discipline in this manner to an unruly mage. How could a man who had never had a woman in his life be expected to totally dominate one if he had no instruction? Templars were excellent watchers from their years of observing mages and as such learned quickly. As part of her punishment for teasing so many of his brothers, Solona performed for them (unknowingly), and he provided an example for any of the other Templars ever assigned the same task. Ser Tarin had observed two such punishments himself before being given the charge of disciplining Amell.
Ser Tarin looked down at the woman draped across him. He knew she was aroused by the condition of her body. Her breathing was light and rapid. Her face was slightly flushed, but most telling was the way she twitched her hips and rubbed her ass gently against his erection.
“You are a hot little mage, aren’t you?” he asked. “Are you ready for more punishment?”
Solona swallowed hard, but her body was aroused enough that she was curious about what he had in store for her. “Yes, Ser Tarin,” Solona answered as he had taught her.
“Fetch the flogger,” he ordered.
Solona rose from his lap and walked to the device with an exaggerated swing of her hips. She returned to him with it held in her hand, and she felt a flare of satisfaction at her own ability to cause a response in Ser Tarin when she watched his heated eyes trace every line of her body as she moved toward him.
“Beg for correction on your knees,” he commanded.
Solona dropped gracefully beside Ser Tarin as he sat on the bedroll. Solona was the picture of obedience as she held out the flogger to him and said with her head bowed, ‘I beg punishment, Ser Tarin.”
“Very good,” he replied as he took it from her. Ser Tarin was well pleased with how the girl was behaving. He was glad he hadn’t had to do more than knock the mage around a little for her to acknowledge his dominion over her.
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Solona moved to lie with her pelvis across his lap and her ass in the perfect position for him to strike it. She stacked her hands on the floor and planted her chin firmly between her second and third knuckles. She had no idea how much this would hurt, but she was surprised by how much she enjoyed obeying Ser Tarin’s every order. There was a part of her that was thrilled at the knowledge that she was forced to act as he desired and that she would be quickly corrected if she didn’t do as he willed. Solona wasn’t expecting it when the first blow fell against the unprotected skin of her bottom. She stifled a groan and bucked slightly against him, but didn’t move out of position. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his arm come up again and she tensed against the next strike.
After the first two strokes, Ser Tarin felt no thrill with using the flogger. He dropped it beside him, and for the next blow, he smacked Solona’s ass with his open hand. The impact against her skin caused an audible crack that resounded through the room. Solona gasped and she unconsciously started to rear back. Ser Tarin roughly pushed her down to the floor with one hand between her shoulder blades and held her there as he once again brought his other firmly against her behind. Again her body jerked under his hands, and Ser Tarin drew back for another sharp blow. He fell into a rhythmic pattern striking her over and over. The sound and feel of his hand hitting her followed by the soft vocalizations she made and the jumping of her body in response excited him, and he continued spanking her until his arm tired and her entire ass was fiery red and bore the imprints of his fingers.
When he finished, he removed the hand from between her shoulders that he had used to hold her down. He wrapped his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled sharply, forcibly bending her entire upper body backwards toward him.
“Have you learned a lesson about teasing the young Templars, mage?” he asked in a firm voice. Ser Tarin was suitably impressed that she hadn’t cried out or begged him to stop when he was disciplining her.
“Yes, Ser Tarin,” she answered him hoarsely. Solona’s bottom burned painfully from the spanking she had endured, but she was more excited than she had ever been in her life. She lay passively on his lap, almost shaking with suppressed desire, as she awaited his next command.
Ser Tarin loosened his grip allowing her to unbend some as a reward, but he continued to hold her hair making her stay exactly where he wanted her. From the rear, he pushed his other hand between her legs feeling her spread them willingly at his first touch. Ser Tarin hissed in surprise as he lightly ran his fingers between her folds. The amount of moisture he found beaded there revealed just how much she was enjoying the things he was doing to her. He ran his pointer and middle fingers through her wetness making them slick before he began to tease her by inserting just the tips inside her body. He slowly ran them in and out of the entrance of her cunt, although barely penetrating her. Solona moaned and tried to raise her ass up off his lap to encourage him to invade her deeper. He continued his slow, shallow ministrations as Solona began whimpering far down in her throat and her body trembled and jerked under his touch.
Ser Tarin felt as though he might explode just from wanting to be inside her. The way she moved caused her body to brush against him and the whimpering sounds she made caused a throbbing in his cock.
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Solona quickly rose from his lap and eagerly went to her hands and knees before him, her legs spread as wide as she could manage and her head hanging down as she waited his pleasure.
Ser Tarin rose from the bedroll and enveloped her body with his. He reached down and grasped himself rubbing the head of his penis against her wetness. With his last vestiges of control, he paused long enough to command her as the overwhelming need to thrust into her body threatened to overtake him. “Beg for it, my mage,” he commanded her.
Solona’s body was moving frantically under him as she tried desperately to impale herself on his shaft. Only Ser Tarin’s iron Templar discipline allowed him to refuse the demands his own body was making. “Beg,” he demanded more harshly.
Solona was enflamed to such a point she barely registered his words. Finally, she realized what he wanted her to do. “Please, please, my Templar, please fuck me!” she cried.
Solona’s words released Ser Tarin to action, and the last syllable had barely passed her lips before he was thrusting himself forward. For the first time in his life, Ser Tarin felt the welcoming embrace of a willing female surround his penis as he entered Solona’s body. As a young Templar, he and his year mates had talked endlessly about how it would feel to actually penetrate a woman, but all his imaginings paled in comparison to the real thing. A cry was wrung from him as he rammed himself as deep into Solona’s body as he could. He instinctively reached out and wrapped an arm around her hips, adjusting her position so he had unhindered access to her sweet depths. He slowly pulled himself backward until only the tip of his cock was inside her and he thrust forward again to bury himself inside her willing, wet flesh. When Solona had sucked him to orgasm earlier, he had thought nothing could feel better than her mouth wrapped around him, but he had been wrong. As he continued to ride her with stronger and stronger strokes, he began to understand just why woman were such an intoxicating danger. His body fell into the age-old rhythm that was ingrained in his bones, and he realized he couldn’t stop thrusting now if Andraste herself appeared in front of them.
Solona had many lovers in the past but none had made her feel like this man did. Her body responded to his lightest touch as she began to climb to heights of passion she had never reached before. When her Templar pushed her to the floor, she went willingly raising her hips high so as not to lose the contact of him inside her.
Ser Tarin’s world narrowed to just the sensations he was feeling as he plunged over and over into the mage’s body. He forgot the Chantry; he forgot his vows; he forgot he was serving his order and punishing a recalcitrant mage. All that mattered was the pressure that was building inside him as he rammed himself into Solona repeatedly driving her face and chest painfully into the floor. Finally just when he was sure he would pass out from the pleasure, his body found release and he began pumping his seed inside the mage.
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“Put your hands above your head,” he told her.
Solona reluctantly extended her arms up and placed her palms flat on the floor. Her face was still pressed against the unyielding surface beneath her, but she could not control the movement of her hips as she yearned for him to give her release. “Please,” she begged piteously, almost unable to bear the intensity of her yearning.
“Do you want, little mage? Do you hunger?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yes,” she almost screamed. “Please, please, touch me,” she begged as she continued to writhe on the floor in front of Ser Tarin. When it became obvious that he would not answer her cries, Solona driven beyond her own limits started to bring a hand down to touch herself. Ser Tarin moved as fast as a striking snake. He dropped with a knee on each side of Solana’s waist so he was straddling her, grabbed her hair, and ground her cheek into the floor.
“Do not move without permission,” he warned her and she quickly moved her arm back up with the other one. Now, Ser Tarin could drive home the lesson she had been brought to this room to learn. He continued, “How many of my brothers have you teased and tormented into such a state as you find yourself in as you drove them insane with a lust they have no outlet to express? How does it feel to want so badly a release you cannot have?”
Solona moaned as she drew her hands into fists. Her frustration level was so high tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, but she realized he would not allow her body satisfaction. Ser Tarin rose from Solona and sat back on the bedroll beside her. He watched as for long minutes her body continued to move and jerk seeking the release he denied her, but Solona never broke the position he had placed her in.
Finally, as she began to quiet and her breathing returned to normal, he reached out a hand and almost tenderly stroked down her side and flank. “Now do you understand, little mage? Have you learned your final lesson about teasing Templars?”
“Yes, Ser Tarin,” Solona replied quietly. “I will be more careful of my actions in the future,” she promised as she continued to lie on her stomach with her arms extended as he had instructed her. In the last few hours, Ser Tarin had thoroughly tamed her, and Solona would not move until he commanded her to.
Ser Tarin let out a sigh as he realized the majority of his work this night had been completed. In the hours he had left before they would be released back into the mage tower and his vow would once again bind him, Ser Tarin determined to take full advantage of the woman lying obediently before him.
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The Knight-Commander looked down at one of his best men and hoped this night hadn’t ruined him irrevocably. There was always a chance that the Templar assigned this duty would have a hard time readjusting back into the normal routine of the Tower. “Mission accomplished?” he asked. Greagoir had observed the beginning of the night’s activities between Solona and Tarin, but he had been called away to other duties.
“Yes, Knight-Commander,” answered Ser Tarin.
“Excellent,” replied Greagoir. “Get up and get dressed, “ he ordered.
“Yes, Ser,” replied Ser Tarin with great reluctance. He slowly and carefully slid out from under Solona’s head and carefully placed it on the bedroll. His movements were gentle enough that she did not awake. Ser Tarin walked over to his armor and quickly began to put it on.
Greagoir frowned as he watched the care Ser Tarin took with the mage. “Your vow is now reinstated. I suggest you spend this day in the chantry on your knees praying for Andraste’s guidance,” Greagoir said in a tone of voice that indicated this was much more than a suggestion.
Ser Tarin struggled internally with the flare of resentment he felt at the Knight-Commander’s words. He then stood tall in his armor trying to convince himself he was still the same devoted Templar he had been when he had entered this room last night. “Yes, Knight-Commander,” Ser Tarin answered crisply.
“You are dismissed,” Greagoir told him with a wave of his hand.
Ser Tarin could not resist one last look at his mage before he turned sharply on his heel and left the room as ordered.
Greagoir sighed to himself. There was always a risk in this type of punishment. If Tarin had managed to make Amell rein in her teasing ways then he had done all the Templars in the tower a huge favor, but Greagoir made a note to himself to keep an eye on Tarin and make sure all was well with him over the next weeks. It would not do to lose so fine a Templar because of the antics of an apprentice.
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Greagoir watched as Amell’s eyes opened. She blinked once, twice, and then looked around the room. She flushed becomingly when she realized she was naked on the floor in front of the Knight-Commander, but for once Amell was silent.
“Get dressed,” he ordered her.
“Yes, Knight-Commander,“ she replied. Solona adroitly rose from the floor and quickly pulled on her smalls and robes as she remained quiet and kept her eyes lowered waiting for further instructions.
“Have you learned your lesson about teasing my young Templars, Apprentice Amell?” he asked.
“Yes, Knight-Commander,” she answered. “I will not do it again.” A small smile appeared on her face which was quickly wiped away before the Knight-Commander noticed.
Greagoir was greatly surprised. He had never expected that Amell would ever be this biddable. Tarin must truly have done a remarkable job with the girl. He would have to ask some of the Templars who had watched the whole night exactly what had happened in this room between Tarin and the mage. “Very well, your punishment is over, and Amell, you will not speak of what occurred here to anyone. Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, Knight-Commander,” she obediently replied.
With a shake of his head in wonder at the change in her attitude, Greagoir told Solona, “You may go.”
With a drop of her head to him, Solona moved out of the room dismissing the Knight-Commander from her thoughts immediately. Yes, the younger Templars were certainly safe from her now. The games that she had played with them that had so amused her before last night had lost all appeal. Solona had a new, more important objective. She vowed to herself that one day she would feel her Templar’s touch against her skin once again. Solona had certainly learned a lesson in the hours she had spent with Ser Tarin, but somehow she didn’t think it was the one that Greagoir had expected.
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