LUPERCALIA ~ PART TWO |

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Below is an extract from a story, entitled ‘Lupercalia’, from the ‘Spanking Theatre Tumblr’. If you have never read any of his stories, I can thoroughly recommend that you try to do so. He writes in a very eloquent and erotic fashion. His words paint amazing pictures in your mind that linger for days!

This part of his story is set in ancient Rome during the festival of Lupercalia. The consul’s daughter, called Claudia, has been given the privilege of taking part in the ‘Rite of the Satyr’ in the local temple. Satyrs were drunken, mischievous, lustful woodland gods with insatiable sexual appetites. In Roman art they are represented as a man with a goat’s ears, tail and legs. They also usually have very large, prominent erect penises, like the one below!

hmmmm…this explains the giggling I heard as the girls were around Robyn’s computer the other day.

The ‘Rite of the Satyr’ was a ceremony of coming of age, a rite that would herald Claudia’s entry to womanhood. Claudia is led by a priestess into a temple. The priestess encourages her to strip naked and bathes her in a hot steamy bath before massaging her all over using exotic, fragrant oils. She also lubricates her vagina with these oils before leading her into the centre of the temple:

‘On the floor, in the centre of this pool of light, was a long slab of white marble. Its base was only ankle high, and a foot length wide, and in its centre the stone had been sculpted into life-sized phallus. It had been sculpted erect, its bulbous head pointing towards the heavens, its oiled surface glistening with a golden hue in the reflected light.

The priestess led Claudia by the hand towards the phallus, and as she entered the pool of light she could feel the sun’s warmth tickle her skin. Kneel here… the priestess suggested, pointing out the two hollows on each side of the slab where she should place her knees. Claudia did as she was instructed, sinking to her knees, so that her wet lips hovered just above the head of the marble phallus. Despite being just an inanimate shaft of stone, Claudia looked between her legs and could almost sense the cock’s eerie intention; it meant to penetrate her. It made her feel rather light-headed.

Claudia turned to the priestess, seeking reassurance, and noticed the woman had a leather thong in her hands. Without explanation, she looped the thong around Claudia’s wrists, tying them together, before pulling the thong through the iron ring fixed into the floor, just in front of her. Claudia was tugged forward until her elbows rested on the ground, and her raised bottom became her highest point, as if she was grovelling before a mighty king. Now she was very aware of the smooth slick tip of the phallus between her intimate lips. She raised and lowered her hips slightly, and could feel the cool hard protrusion slide up and down inside her slit.’

*A rather strange but erotic sculpture by Daniel Edwards is the closest image I can find to illustrate this story.*

At this point a Satyr enters the room accompanied by a nymph (a beautiful, nubile young woman). In the background a flute and drum are playing. They start to make love in front of Claudia and she starts to become very aroused by the sight of their performance:

‘Claudia too found the beat irresistible, and began to gyrate her hips in time with his thrusts, feeling the bulbous head of the phallus slip in and out of her own wet hole. It was a very pleasurable sensation indeed.

A hot stinging slap suddenly seared Claudia’s bottom. She looked over her shoulder in shock, and could just see the priestess standing behind her, holding a long leather strap in her hand. After four more drum beats, another lash landed. Claudia looked back imploringly, but was unable to catch her eye. Another lash. Again she recoiled from it, pushing down just a bit further onto the phallus. Her bottom was stinging now, it felt just like when she was spanked for being a naughty girl.

Claudia watched the Satyr fuck the beautiful Nymph in time to the drums, the faint clatter of his hooves on the stone floor part of a symphony of pants, squelches and moans. On his every fourth thrust, the whip would sting Claudia’s bottom. Yet she started to anticipate each lash, even looking forward to it, as an encouragement to ride her stone dildo a little deeper.

Claudia could feel a deep ache now, a new sensation, a yearning to be filled. It felt like she was taking the phallus as deep as she could, but knew it was possible to go deeper, like there was an unscratchable itch a full cock-length inside her. The whip stung again, and as she impaled herself in response, she could feel the phallus push against a tender spot, as if she’d played too recklessly and bruised herself inside.

Not every girl who participated in this ceremony deflowered herself. For some there was no desire, or they simply were not ready, the discomfort of penetration outweighing their urge for fulfillment. But Claudia was desperate to come. Her bottom was sore and smoldering, and watching the fucking was making her giddy and breathlessly excited. She pulled at her bonds, wishing she had just one hand free, so she could rub her secret pearl as she did when alone in bed to take her aches away.

There was movement in front of her. The Satyr rolling onto his back, and the Nymph moving to sit astride him. The Nymph faced Claudia, just an arm’s reach away, and looked deeply into her eyes as she sat astride the Satyr’s cock. She flashed a coy smile at her, before letting herself slide slowly down it, until she’d impaled herself fully. Claudia could see the lust in the Nymph’s sparkling green eyes, and the escalating excitement in her movements. She began to match the Nymph’s ups and downs, pushing further and further, timing each plunge so each stinging whack on her bum coincided with the ache of the phallus against her tender spot.

Thump. Thump. Thump… The drums beat faster and faster, louder and louder, approaching an almost frenzied tempo as the two lovers approached their tumultuous finale.

Over the noise, the Nymph mouthed something to Claudia. “Venire mecum. Venire mecum. Venire mecum.”; come with me.

And then the Nymph’s eyes closed. She arched her back, impaling herself deeply and crying out to the heavens in a delirious gyrating dance.

Claudia could bear it no longer. She felt her legs tremble, knowing in moments the whip would sear her bottom, and she would follow the Nymph to the bottom of her own cock.

A heat suddenly burned inside her, and then she was plunging down, deeper than she’d ever gone before. She felt the phallus push into her unscratchable itch – again, and again, and again, filling her completely, until she was caught up in an unstoppable excitement. A euphoric spasm reverberated within her groin, squeezing the stone dildo tight like a clenching fist, until she was overwhelmed by a wave of writhing, shuddering pleasure that seemed to make her whole skin tingle.

Claudia sat exhausted on the stone slab, her hot pink bum resting on the cool white marble. She watched her juices dribble down the base of the phallus shaft, the protrusion still rigid inside her, which she could feel herself squeeze as little quivers and after-shudders rippled through her.

Through her daze, Claudia realised the drumming had ceased. She looked back at the Nymph, and the beautiful woman smiled back at her knowingly, which made Claudia feel like one too.

A deep contentment settled over Claudia. Smiles and exhausted breathing filled the silence, as time itself appeared to stand still. It felt like this moment of ecstasy in the warm golden sunlight should last forever.’

So there you have it – the aphrodisiacal powers of having your bottom thrashed until you cum!

The description of Claudia kneeling astride the stone penis reminded me of various erotic sculptures of women embracing oversized penises. The first is by the Art Deco sculptor, Bruno Zach, called ‘The Hugger’: