Discipline Coblaith [CW: ]

While you dine, you call Coblaith to you. She appears hesitantly, but meets your gaze as you stand from the table. Now that she's been bathed and her hair trimmed slightly, she's an appealing little morsel: short, curvy, and covered with those hypnotizing tattoos. She bows her head when she arrives.

"Yes...dominus?" she asks in her strangely accented Latin.

"Hello, Coblaith. I hope that you won't think badly of me for this, but I have something of a stern and sadistic side, and I decided tonight would be a good time to make sure you understood the order of things in this household." She looks at you, confused, and you realize that sentence was likely too complex for her limited Latin. You sigh, and cross the small gap to her.

"These? Mine." You grab her nipples, meeting her gaze as she gasps at the unexpected pain. She swallows and nods.

"This? Mine." You slap her ass and give it a firm squeeze, shaking it slightly. Another nod.

"And this? Mine." You grab her dark bush, then slip two fingers up and into her cunt, pulling her forward slightly. You see her clench her jaw as you insert your fingers into her, but she nods. And the slut is already getting wet - perhaps they do things roughly in her country.

"When you see me? These go here." You move her hands behind her back, crossing them at the wrists so that her large breasts are fully exposed. "Stand like this." You nudge her legs apart so she's standing slightly spread-legged. "And you do what I say. Understand?"

Trembling slightly, the Pictish woman nods. You smile. "Good. Now..." You pick up a switch. "Kneel, then count."

Coblaith doesn't seem to understand "kneel" at first, so you push her to her knees. She clearly understands your intention, though, and when you bring the light switch down on her breasts, she yelps. "Ah! One."

Crack! "Two!"

Crack! "Three!" A few tears are rolling down Coblaith's round face, and red welts are beginning to appear on her tits.

Crack! "Ahhh! Four!"

Crack! "Ah! Ah, uh - s-seven?"

You stop. Coblaith looks up at you, panting, tear-stained. You sigh slightly. "No, Coblaith. Either your mind or your Latin isn't keeping up. One, two, three, four, five. Not seven. Five. Got it?"

She nods, desperately. "Five. Five. I am sorry."

You shrug. "You will be. Failure gets punished in Rome." And with that, you seize her, dragging her over to your dinner table by the hair and throwing her down, face first, upon it, her breasts pressing into the greasy leavings of your dinner. She cries out as you free your cock and plunge into her soaking pussy, burying yourself to the hilt in a single stroke. You begin to fuck her hard, mesmerized by the way the ripples you make in her ass travel up her back and make her tattoos dance. She shrieks as you pound away at her. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

You fuck her for several minutes, long enough for her cries to become low moans, then pull out and explode across her back. Spent and satisfied, you haul her up by her hair and whisper into her ear, "Do you understand your place now?" Coblaith, tears running down her cheeks, nods. "Good."

You smack her ass and send her off while you retire to bed.