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Andie stood before the railing and looked out over the gathering crowd.  At least she didn’t see any truly young children watching.  Parents probably weren’t exactly sure how this would end, and they were right.  She didn’t know either.  

Andrea Narkovsky was a dark-haired bitch from right after puberty when her breasts swelled along with her hips and ass.  All the boys noticed and tried various ways to fondle, grope, spank, pinch, or feel her.  She learned how to fight quickly and quickly got a reputation as a demoness both in and out of bed.  Andie was curious how anyone knew about in bed since she hadn’t been bedded by anyone here.

Her problem was that she couldn’t back down to any man who could make her do so, and she wouldn’t spread her thighs for any man who could to it.  It was two weeks ago when she finally met her match:  Marko.

He was Greek, and his hair was even darker than hers.  He hadn’t fallen for the usual ploys and tricks that Andie had used to twist others around her little finger.  Oh, he enjoyed the cleavage she showed him.  He watched her hips sway under the thin skirts she’d wear.  His words were as quick and deadly as hers.  His wit was lightning fast, faster even than hers.

The village had watched in fascination as the Demoness began to be slowly changed.  Andie fought it, but when he started to command her to do this or do that, she found herself obeying him.  Gods help her, she enjoyed obeying him.

“Good Girl.” He would tell her and her pussy would clench and drench.

She determined to test him and disobeyed.  Before she could react, he’d reached for her arm and pulled her over his lap.  Her skirt went up, and her underthings went down as he spanked her!  It was in the middle of the tavern!!

Marko received free drinks and food for a week after that, as many of the men he’d slighted or been rude to thanked him.  Andie gritted her teeth but also remembered how wet she’d become as he put her in her place.  He hadn’t stopped until she was crying and promising to be good, like a little, naughty girl!

That had happened nearly a week ago now.  Her bottom had healed way too fast for her liking.  She’d enjoyed seeing the dark red splotches for a day or two.  Closing her eyes, she could still feel the stinging imprint of his large hands as he branded her his.

His most significant rule had been to never lie to him.  “Lie to me and I will bend you over the railing above the square and thrash you with my belt!” He warned her.

The image, the humiliation, the…utter defeat this would mean for her.  Her reputation would be destroyed permanently and she’d have to beg him to take her as wife or concubine or slut.  The scene burned into her mind day and night.

So…she did it.  She lied to him.

It had been a small thing, but that hadn’t mattered.  As soon as he caught her in it, his eyes flashed.  “You know what happens now.” He growled at her.

“I do.” She whispered.

“I do, Sir.” He corrected her and dared her to disobey.

She swallowed.  “I do, Sir.” She felt the weight and meaning of the word.

“Good.  Tomorrow morning, you’ll be at the railing.  Wear the red skirt with nothing under it.  You’ll see my belt hanging there.  Stand next to it and wait for me.” He commanded.

“Will you tell the others?” She asked.

He just looked at her.

“Will you tell the others, Sir?” She corrected.

“Of course.  I expect the whole village will attend, but…you chose this, didn’t you?” His eyebrow rose.

Her eyes lowered, but she couldn’t lie to him again.  “Yes, Sir.”

“I thought so.  You will not share my bed tonight.  Perhaps I will seek another to warm it.  One who doesn’t lie to me.” He told her.

Andie hissed but didn’t complain.  She had no hold on him.  He could fuck as he pleased with whom he pleased and they both knew it.

She swallowed.  “Just…Sir?  Please, not Nina?  Please?” She begged, and it was evident in her voice.

He laughed low.  “Yes, your rival.  Nina with the golden hair and sparkling blue eyes?  That Nina?”

Andie growled.  “You know it is, Sir.  My breasts are better than hers.”  She couldn’t help saying the second part.

Marko laughed even softer.  “I won’t argue it.  You’re right but…her ass.  Hmm…wonder how it takes a good spanking?”

Andie dropped to her knees.  “Please, Sir.  Not her.  Any other girl you wish, and I will not blink an eye or say a word against her.  Please?”

He paused.  “Good girl to beg so sweetly.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her words came unbidden to her lips.

“The not knowing will be part of your punishment.  I make no promises.” He turned and left.

Andie spent the rest of the night watching the tavern from a nearby corner.  She saw Marko go in alone, but soon Nina entered as well.  Andie wanted to go peek in a window to see, but she didn’t.  

Not knowing will be part of your punishment. 

His words echoed in her head.  Stifling a sob, she turned away and slumped her way home.  It might be her last night to sleep on her back for a while, so she made the most of it.  The bed was so empty and cold.  She cried herself to sleep.

Now she was, in the red skirt and bare under it.  His thick, black belt was hanging over the railing to her right.  She looked over the crowd again, and both men and women smirked at her.  They loved getting to watch her be whipped and driven to her knees.  

Her heart beat faster as she heard Marko’s boots come closer.

“Good girl.  You are ready.” He commented.

She nodded.  “As you wished, Sir.”  She licked her lips.  “How…how…how do you want me, Sir?” Her heart was pounding in her ears, both with arousal, shame, and fear.

“Bend far over the railing and grasp a rod in each hand.  I brought two leather ties if you wish to be bound.  There would be no shame in that.” He told her.

She turned to give him a burning side eye.  “Tell me the position you wish, and I will hold it myself.  I will…do…as you command, Sir.”

“Is that title getting easier?” He smiled.

She chuffed and shrugged.  “Yes, Sir.  I think I was saying it in my head before I said it out loud.” She glanced out again.  “Sir, may I please know your…plans for me?”

“After all this?” He asked.

“Yes, please.” She answered.

“Hmm…depends on how well you hold position for me and don’t embarrass me.” He told her.

“And if I do?” She asked.

“Then I’d be a fool not to keep you.” He shrugged.  “I’d probably find a good collar to put on you.” He raised an eyebrow.  “Understood?”

Andie nodded.  He meant to keep her as a slut, a slave, a sexual servant.  It was not as often as it used to be, but Andie still saw a few women with the collar following behind their man…their master.  This image made her body quiver.

“Then I shall hold position, Sir.” She blazed her eyes into his.

He nodded. “Position as told, arch that lovely ass up for me by going on tiptoes.  Don’t let those heels hit the ground for longer than a second…one second before they go back up.”

Andie nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”  She bent over the railing and grasped a rod in each hand to steady herself.  Slowly, she raised to her tiptoes.

Marko moved behind her and she felt the breeze hit her bare ass as he moved the skirt up then tucked it into her belt.  His hand rested on the curve of her ass with possessiveness.

“Afterwards, this ass will belong to me.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.  It…it already does.” She told him.

“Hmmm…good, good girl.” He patted her rump affectionately.  “By the way, I sent Nina home last night.  She wasn’t too happy.  I’m fairly sure you’ll see her in the crowd.”

Andie looked up and scanned.  Yes, the blonde harlot was smirking and giggling at Andie’s predicament.  Go ahead and giggle, Andie thought, Marko is mine.  He’s my master after this.

“Keep watching the crowd even as you cry or sob.  Let them see it all.” He was doubling his belt behind her. 

She shivered and grabbed the railing rods tightly.  “Yes, Sir.”

A soft tap of the strap for aim was all the warning she got before he laid into her.

The sound of it was like a rifle shot, echoing through the square.

Andie cried out but held on and kept her eyes up.

Over and over and over and over and over, Marko applied his belt to her ass, her upper thighs, back to her ass, for what seemed like forever.

Andie didn’t try to hold the tears back, but was crying after three strokes, then sobbing after six.  She kept sobbing as he didn’t relent a bit.  He got faster!

Her sobs became louder and soon formed into words:

“PLEASE….PLEASE….I…I…I’ll Be…GOOD!!” She started squealing, but he didn’t stop.

“Tell them all who you belong to now.” He commanded.

“I BELONG TO MARKO!! I AM HIS SLUT!!  I AM HIS SLAVE!!  HE IS MY MASTER!!” She shrieked as he struck after each sentence.

“Who am I?” He asked.

“MASTER!!” She cried out.

“You’ll obey?” He asked.

“I WILL OBEY.  I WILL OBEY.” She chanted.

“Keep going.” He told her and whipped her after each promise of obedience until her voice became hoarse and croaked a little.

Somewhere in that, he stopped, but she was so far gone into a deep headspace that she wasn’t aware until she heard his command.

“Let go, rise, then kneel to me to kiss my belt.” He commanded.

She obeyed quickly and surely.  From her knees, she looked up through wet eyes to see him smiling down at her with such pride and such emotion.

Andie’s heart swelled.  “Thank you for my whipping, Master.” She said enough to be heard below.

He held out the belt.

She leaned closer to kiss it as though it were him gently.  “I love my master’s belt.” She murmured.

“Good slut.” He told her.

She wetly giggled.  “Thank you, Master.”

“Sir or Master is fine.” He told her.

She shrugged.  “I’m enjoying Master for right now, please?”’

“That’s fine.”  He told her.  “Do you wish your skirt down?”

She shook her head.  “No, please, I’m proud of the marks you’ve made.  I’d rather show them off.  Wouldn’t Master enjoy showing off his slut’s ass?”

He smiled.  “He would.”