You punish Martina in private.

Entering the dimly lit storeroom, you find yourself in a cramped, low-ceilinged room with tiny windows. You shove Martina to the floor, where she curls into a ball, sobbing. You shut the door and latch it firmly before beginning to undo your toga.

"Cease that wailing," you tell her harshly, and the **** girl attempts to obey, reducing her sobs to hiccoughing gasps. You look down coldly at her huddled on the floor as you toss your toga into a corner, leaving you clad in your tunic. "Strip off your garment."

"D-dominus?"

"Would you have me punish you in a way that all can see, you stupid slut? Strip. I won't mark you - I'd rather there be no questions when I give you an order."

Still crying slightly and trembling with fear, Martina reaches up and, with fumbling fingers, undoes the ties of her shift. It falls to the floor, leaving her naked. She reaches to cover herself and you shake your head.

"Kneel. Hands behind your back." Martina obeys, as you pace around her. She's really quite petite, and the nipples on her small breasts are standing erect in the cool air of the storeroom. She doesn't have much in the way of hips, but she does have a rather pert ass. When you're behind her so that she can't see you, you smile. This might actually be enjoyable. Reaching forward, you seize her by the hair once more, getting a gasp of pain from her.

"Remind me, Martina - who owns you?"

"Y-you do, Dominus."

"So it's fair to say that when you met with this Brutus - how many times?"

"F-five, Dominus."

"When you met with this Brutus five times and fucked him - he did fuck you, yes?" You pinch her nipple, giving it a little twist.

"Ahhh! G-gods. Yes, Dominus."

"Right. So, when you met with this Brutus and fucked him like the silly slut you are, you were not only giving into your moronic lust, you were not only endangering us, you were also abusing me of my rights, were you not? You didn't ask permission to meet with him, of course."

"N-no, Dominus."

"And so all of that tells us...what, exactly, about you?"

Tears are streaming down Martina's face as she looks at the floor. "I'm - I'm a foolish girl, Dominus."

"No! No no no no no." Keeping one hand on Martina's hair, you move around in front of her and squat to be closer to her level. "Look into my eyes, Martina." Slowly, she makes eye contact with her, and you give her a kindly smile as you say the next words. "Martina, you're not a foolish girl. 'Foolish' doesn't begin to cover what you are, and 'girl' doesn't accurately capture your actions. No, you're not a foolish girl.

"Martina, you're a stupid whore."

Martina begins to sob harder as you smile and cup her chin with your hand. "Tell me what you are, Martina."

"I - I'm a stupid whore, Dominus."

"Louder."

"I'm a stupid whore, Dominus."

"Louder!"

"I'm a stupid whore, Dominus!"

You grin and slap her lightly on the face. She gasps. "That's right, you are. And I'm afraid I must remind you what happens to stupid whores who put their community in danger."