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Roman Lessons - Vol 1
(Anguine)

"You are here to learn your lessons. Do you think the Romans stopped because they were asked?"



"I doubt it. Yeooooowww!"



The spatula was certainly causing her pain. The memories of her caning a few days earlier were still fresh in the young woman's mind, and they were made very much more prominent with each passing stroke of this thin bladed spatula as it whipped her buttocks into a fresh state of fiery pain.



"Okay, okay, please stop!" Dpahne screeched after four more stripes had been added to her bottom. "I'll lick it up."



"Good, then when you have finished you can have a reward."



"But you've already come."



"I didn't say what sort of reward it would be."



The hand on Daphne's back was removed and she stood up, clutching at her reddened buttocks. 



"You have a job to do."



"Yes," said Daphne and walked back into the lounge. Sobbing with the fiery heat in her ass, she bent over and licked the wooden floor where the little pool of semen lay. It tasted bad, but her ass felt even worse so she completed the task.



"Finished?" Haltforth asked her when she sat up.



"Yes, sir," she said, her eyes still watery from the effects of the spatula.



"Good, then in that case you can have a reward. The Roman's, well the army anyway, used to be away from home for months or even years at a time, so the women folk who stayed true to their loved ones, had to come up with ways of entertaining themselves. Of course, many became widows and many simply went off and found other men for their pleasures, but some didn't. What it led to was the creation of the diladinarius. It is where we get our modern day term for the dildo from, but in those days, the diladinarius was something that very few people knew about, much less possessed. Made of wood, it was smooth to the touch and capable of pleasing almost any sex-starved woman. I have recreated such a device from what I have gleaned about it and, as your reward tonight, you will be allowed to enjoy its experiences."