A caning

Striding away from the sobbing girl, you seize a rope in the corner of the storeroom. It's the work of a moment to bind Martina's hands, then you toss the rope over one of the room's low rafters and haul her to her feet. Her arms stretch above her head, elongating her torso and putting her small tits on excellent display as she trembles, eyes trained on the floor, feet barely able to touch it. You rummage around the storeroom until you find what you're looking for: a small, reed switch, probably tossed here after a delivery was made on the back of a donkey. Well, now you can use it on a different kind of ass.

You swish the cane through the air experimentally a few times, and hear Martina sob. "Don't you cry," you say to her idly. "This is your punishment for being such a stupid whore." Returning to the hanging girl, you pinch her nipples cruelly, getting gasps from her as you work them up into a state of agitation. When you're satisfied that they're sufficiently aroused, you reach down and cup one hand onto her pussy, sliding a single digit into her. Martina moans, and you snort derisively. "Just like a whore. You're wet already."

"I'm sorry, Dominus," Martina whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looks up at you. "Please, forgive me."

"It's not a matter of forgiveness, Martina. It's a matter of discipline." Stepping back, you smile and raise the switch. "Now, count like a good whore."

_*Swish-Crack!* _Your first blow lands on Martina's buttocks - starting slow and easy. "Aaah! One."

You pause with the switch raised. "One, what?"

"One, d-dominus."

"Good whore." *Swish-Crack!* The second on her belly.

"Two, dominus!" You spin and, with another *Swish-Crack!* land a blow straight across her tits. "Aaaaaaaahh! Threeeeee, dominus!!"

Martina is already panting and sobbing as you step back and flex the switch with a smile. "Well done, Martina. You're getting the hang of it. Keep counting, now...let's see, you met that man five times, right? Well, I'd probably switch you five times if I found out about a single such act. So I think twenty-five blows is reasonable."

"T-twenty-five?" Her eyes widen in shock and fear, and she begins twisting in the ropes. "Dominus...you're a good man...please..."

"I'm a good man who has to enforce discipline among his slaves. Count, you slut!" The switch comes around again, and Martina shrieks.

You only get to somewhere between 15 and 20 strokes before you decide to stop - Martina's lost count (and so have you, if you're honest with yourself) and is trembling and shrieking every time you strike her. She's learned her lesson, clearly. But just as important, you're now sweaty and your cock is stiff as a board. You shrug off your tunic and untie the knot holding Martina in place, sending her thudding to the floor in a heap. Striding over to her, you cast the switch away and haul her up by the hair.

"Take my cock in your mouth, slut." The second her mouth opens - whether in obedience or reply, you can't be sure - you ram your member home, burying it in her warm, wet throat. Martina gags and chokes on your cock for a few seconds before you pull out for a second, leaving her gasping. "The man you met - did he fuck your mouth?"

Martina nods, saliva mixing with the tears on her face, eyes wide. You roll your eyes. "Clearly not enough for a whore like you. No matter." Grasping the back of her head firmly, you plunge back in and begin to facefuck her vigorously. She struggles weakly, gagging and sputtering, but with her hands tied and exhausted as she is from the caning, there's little she can do. You fuck her hard for a few minutes, and as you feel your climax coming, you pull out and shove her to the floor. Standing over her, you stroke yourself to completion, moaning as you finally cum, seed spurting out over the tiny, shuddering woman lying on the floor before you.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yes, that's it, you whore. This is what your actions have brought you to." Martina's eyes are closed, though she's still crying. As your cock flags and deflates, you wipe it off on her garment, then reach down to untie her hands. "Do you understand your place now, whore?"

Mutely, she nods.

"Will you offer your slut body to bandits like the prick you've been seeing ever again?"

She shakes her head frantically. You nod grimly.

"Well and good. Speak of this to no one. You've learned your lesson, I dare say." Having shrugged on your tunic and wrapped your toga again, you grin down at her. "I can see why this man desired you - you're a fun fuck. If it strikes my fancy, I may yet show up at your quarters to finish training your mouth, to say nothing of your cunt and ass." Martina grimaces, tears sliding out from her eyes as she stifles a sob. "Farewell, whore. Take the afternoon off - clean yourself up."

You shut the door behind you as you exit the storeroom, striding back toward the villa with a smile on your face and a sense of satisfied vengeance in your heart.