"A welt appeared on the trans-human cheek, a mewl of outrage escapes her"

Zeus, affronted by the defiance of a Greek goddess, decides to humiliate her by having her spanked by mere humans. What had she done perhaps refused his advances, perhaps she won one too many arguments with Zeus - only the gods know. Offers a Greek villiage a chestful of gold if they successfully spank the miscreant.

A mist covers a hill near the village, and when it clears the nude form, tied hands and feet with some form of magical binding is found.

She's twice the stature of a grown man and heavy with marble hard flesh. It takes a dozen men to carry her down to the village and then drape her, ass-uppermost, over a trio of barrels. But with with sweating and straining the deed is done.

"Let's spank," says the village chief. A line up of all able bodied men forms. The first starts whacking until he is exhausted, then the next. With belts, paddle, butter paddles etc. the whole village whack away until they're exausted. Gets them nowhere. Calm composure not a wince on her face; the arse remains unblemised. In frustration the last 2 take shovels & a buttock each & pound away - nothing. The Goddess gives a bored yawn.

A man, a carpenter known for his craftiness said, "Can fix this." He secretes himself with his apprentices in his workshop and the sound of hammering & sawing fill the air for a day & a night.

One morning he presents his creation, A remnant of a war that raged in his grandparents' time, a catapult capable of throwing a boulder half a mile has been transformed into a Spanking Machine wound up by a treadmill of 6 men abreast. It looks formidable enough to spank a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Is that a look of concern on the Goddess' Face?

In 10 minutes of huffing and puffing a formidable force is stored; bar springs forth in the blink of an eye, and cracks onto the bum cheeks with a force to break a stone wall. Ripples spread outwards fom the area of impact. A welt appears on the trans-human cheek; a mewl of outrage escapes her. The nut had been cracked; the rest was straightforward but bloody hard work!

The spanking went on slowly but with six thundering smacks an hour. Night fell; torches were brought to help the men with their task. The women brought food and the children were brought out to see a marvel. The Goddess' composure disintegrates. Her hair sweat-matted, her bum red blotched and swollen, she began to breath in heavy gasps.

Hour passed hour in the night punctuated by men swearing over their heavy task at the treadmill, the heavy thunk of the bar smacking the arse. As the Sun came up there was nobody who was not exausted. The Goddess was a sobbing tear-stained parody of herself. The High Priest raised his hands to heaven & asked Zeus whether they had done enough. A mist appeared over the Spanking Machine & when it cleared the Goddess was gone. A stream of gold rained down out of thin air, a man's weight. They had done their duty.

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