D is for Discipline

 

Dragging out the last sip of coffee, hot this time and therefore his second refill—to Arlin’s defense the cups were awfully small compared to their American counterparts—he observed the real Giulia, hustling between the kitchen and the breakfast buffet, bringing out more of her delectable pies and tarts.

Dubbing them Real Giulia and Ancient Giulia felt wrong, as there was nothing ancient about the young slave. A petite blonde, malnourished in the war-torn Gaul, sold into slavery to a wealthy Roman senator with a knack for harsh spankings, but treated like a precious concubine, aside from the above spankings, she had nothing in common with her modern Italian namesake, a curvy brunette that lived and breathed for cooking, confirming the old adage, not to trust a thin cook, thin she was not. The only thing the namesakes, the imaginary and the real one, had in common: their arses elicit the same reaction from his twitching palm and twitching cock.

Arlin was taking a day off from his Ancient Rome fantasy, wondering whether to fix the historical lapsus calami, or let them be, as everything goes in spanking smut? Should Blonde Giulia speak modern French, while Arlinus Maximus and the rest of the characters spoke modern English? He would not translate the whole opus into Latin; that would be absurd and counterproductive. The other minor calamity was the Roman sword belt that apparently had many metal parts. Ouch, can’t use it on Giulia’s more tender parts.

But the most exciting part was to research sexuality in Ancient Rome, an era well known for its depravity and high regard for pleasure. Romans knew 90 sexual positions and had 120 names for the phallus. Arlin especially liked the position called lioness, with the woman crouched and her buttocks lifted high, ready for anal penetration. Anal was very much in, oral was too, but not on women. Although female sexual pleasure mattered, how modern of them.

But the cherry on top was the master and slave relationship, master and his sex slave, that is. It was, in fact, the original Master and slave relationship, if you take away the non-con slavery part. And the discipline part.

All Uncle Ar spankees seek him for exactly that: to provide proper discipline and motivation. That’s the world he lived in, making the fantasy ever so sweeter. Was the historical setting so appealing because it meant no need to explain the unexplainable and skip straight to the punishments galore as an acceptable form of consequences? No one asked for permission to flog a slave or cane a disobedient Victorian wife. No need for an excuse for a regular discipline to keep the wayward maids in line.

Also, Arlin was a purist when it came to spanking. Meaning, no implements that your grandparents wouldn’t use, and that excluded most of BDSM paraphernalia. But he wasn’t blind and had ears. The two worlds often intertwined and overlapped. Cuffs and collars made of heavy metal, not leather; shackles and whips; cages to sleep in and crosses to bind to. Arlin was curious, but not enough to explore it in real life. So, who was better suited to bear the burden of his discipline and affection than the Blonde Giulia?