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A Roman Socialite and Her Tamer (Nurse x Houdini)

When he told her that he had to punish her she sighed a little. Any other man would never have gotten away with even entertaining the idea of punishing Adonna. If Landicus tried to punish Adonna she would just scoff at him and walk away. If Marcus tried she would just run, he'd never be able to catch her. But Justus...she wouldn't resist a punishment from him. "I know," she murmured, squeezing him a little, her arms circled around him tightly. "I understand," she dreaded the punishment, but knew it had to happen. "Will...will you fire Flavia first?"
 
Justus squeezed Adonna tightly as she agreed to his proposal, kissing her softly again atop her head of smooth brown hair. He'd known all along that she would agree, yet it felt like a relief anyway. Things felt right between them again, and the hazy cloud which had affected his judgment the last few days was seeming to slowly burn off. "Of course we can fire Flavia first," he agreed. "And since you're the one she's mainly offended, I'll let you decide how it's done," he offered Adonna with a smile. "Would you just like me to send her right out onto the street, or give her a beating first, or something... even more devious?" he asked Adonna, pulling away enough to look down at her and see the joy in her eyes at knowing Flavia's moments in their house were numbered.
 
"Hmm..." she mused as she snuggled herself closer to him. Just a few minutes ago she had wanted to be so far away from him, and now she couldn't get close enough. That was love, she supposed. He could turn her around in an instant. No one else could even dream of doing that. It was impossible for her to stay angry at him for more than a little while. "I'd like to give her a hard smack across the face first. Ideally I'd like to cut her tongue out...but that would probably be too mean," she giggled.
 
Justus laughed at Adonna's wish list for Flavia, leaning over and down and giving Adonna a quick peck on the lips. He loved this woman; she was devoted to him with a bond stronger than any adhesive he could imagine. She also had made him realize the error of his ways of yesterday, and that was far more of an effect than he ever thought a woman would be able to have upon him. "I think the tongue may be just a little harsh, even for a hardened man like myself," Justus chided her. "But I will call her into the foyer, and tell her that you have something to say to her. You can give her what you have to give her, and then I'll break the news." Justus took Adonna's hand and led her out towards the main part of their house again, ready to see Flavia for the last time. He'd miss her abilities domestically, but that was about the limit of what he'd miss about Flavia.
 
Adonna was almost skipping with glee alongside Justus as they went to the foyer. She'd forgotten what was wrong between them for now. For now they were united and she was excited for that. She only ever wanted to be united with Justus. She hated fighting with him. She stood there next to him in the foyer and held his hand tightly until Flavia came out, undoubtedly expecting to do something disgusting. Adonna released Justus' hand and walked up to Flavia, a little smirk on her face. She raised her hand and quickly gave the girl a hard smack across the face, causing her neck to twist and a bright red handprint to rise in a welt on her face. Adonna smiled and then turned around and took Justus' hand again. She had nothing to say.
 
Justus glowed with pride as his wife silently gave Flavia what she deserved. Silently, except for the loud smack across her face, anyway. Justus was proud that his wife took charge. It even turned him on when she was like that. And somehow, it was dignified the way Adonna took care of business. She didn't call names or anything of that sort. Flavia immediately held her face with her bony hand, and appears as if she was going to cry. She looked at Justus, pleading with big, doe-like eyes, expecting him to do something about it.

"You got what you deserved, Flavia," he said sternly. "And now I'm going to give you what you deserve as well," he said sternly. "I'm going to have to relieve you of your duties and residence here. You constantly do nothing but cause trouble with my wife. She's the woman I love, and I can only stand so much of that," he continued. "Now get your things and leave immediately. You have ten minutes." Tears welled up in Flavia's eyes as she began to pout, ready to plead with Justus. "Justus," she cried out, grabbing his forearm and rubbing it softly. "I have nowhere to go. I will never do it again. I promise," she begged. He took his arm roughly away from her. "My word is final. Hurry before I do worse to you," he warned.
 
Adonna was more than pleased with the way Justus handled Flavia. He didn't even waver when she started to plead with him. Adonna wanted to smack the bitch again when she even dared to plead with him and to touch him. He was the master of the house and she was defying him by trying to plead with him. She should be beaten for that. But she just grinned at Flavia and watched as she skulked away. Adonna took the arm that Flavia so rudely grabbed on to and rubbed it gently, looking up at Justus lovingly. "I love you," she said to him tenderly.
 
Justus smiled back at Adonna, far enjoying her loving touch to Flavia's pleading grasp. He put his arm around her neck and massaged it lightly, feeling the short hairs there tickle his hand. "I love you, too, Adonna," he said tenderly. "I feel like my old self again," he told her. "The self that cares about you more than anything." A moment later, Flavia walked by, sobbing, carrying a bag with everything she owned inside. He was tempted to thank her for her service, but she didn't deserve it. And a kind word would be a slap in the face to Adonna. Once the malfeasant was gone, he turned to Adonna, a little more serious expression on his face. "You know I don't like to delay punishments, dear. Let's get it done with," he suggested, holding her hand as he spoke.
 
She was glad when Flavia finally walked passed them and left the house. She breathed a deep sigh of relief; a major object of strife between the two of them now permanently out of their lives. But the smile from her face faded when he brought up the punishment again. She wondered what he had in mind now. Hopefully not something too horrible. All she did was throw a vase at him...and it didn't even hit him. But she nodded anyway and squeezed his hand, "Yes sir," she said to him formally, knowing he liked it when she spoke to him that way, especially when she was in trouble.
 
Justus squeezed her hand back, warming up inside when she called him 'sir'. It was respectful, yet almost playful. After all, she called him that in bed sometimes. But what he had to do was not a joke. Leading her by the hand, he took her over to the foyer couch and sat her down. "I loathe having to give you another 'mark', Adonna," he told her. "But, as I told you, this is necessary. I'm going to give you a piercing and a ring," he announced. "In your pretty navel." He didn't make any attempt to move her elsewhere. The punishment would have to take place here, in the open part of the house, since the point was for the other servants to know she was being disciplined. "Wait here, Adonna. I'm going to get the needle," he explained.
 
A piercing and a ring? She furrowed her brows when he said that but he'd already begun walking away to get the needle. Piercings were common in Rome, but they were usually for slaves. They were like ancient cattle markers, different houses had different jewels on the rings. It wasn't unheard of, though, for husbands to have their wives pierced in some erotic manner. That idea skeeved her more than just a little bit. She didn't like blood and wasn't a huge fan of pain either. Her face flushed as she waited nervously, her hands gripping her toga tightly. She waited for him fidgeting every second.
 
A moment later, Justus was back with a large sewing needle he had Sylvia fetch him. He had to dig around through Adonna's jewelry that was out on the table to find a gold ring which would be suitable. He'd need to melt a small opening in the circle of the ring, and also heat up the needle, so he lit the fireplace in the foyer. "I'm not going to have an audience watch you, Adonna, because I don't want to unduly embarrass you. But, as the servants pass by, they'll know what happened." He held the ring out first over the fire with a pair of tongs, heating it enough so it'd be malleable. "Take down your toga to the waist," he instructed her.
 
She swallowed uneasily while she watched him melt the gold ring. She squirmed and looked away, her heart starting to pump wildly. She was nervous about this, but she trusted him. Or at least she was trying to trust him. She slowly undid the brooch at her shoulder and let the toga fall, revealing her plump breasts. She pulled it down further until it revealed her navel. She stared at her navel for a couple of moments, too aware that in a few seconds her husband was going to be shoving a hot needle through her skin.
 
Justus looked around and saw nobody was in the area, so he sat down next to Adonna, using a sharp chisel to make a small opening in the ring. "Are you nervous, love?" he asked softly, pausing from his work to reach over and caress her forearm. He placed the ring on a cloth on the table, before putting the needle in the tongs and holding it in the fire for just a few seconds from where he sat. "I'll try my best not to hurt you badly," he promised, the needle now ready. "And you'll look even more gorgeous decorated with my ring. If that's possible," he added.
 
Adonna's heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode. She nodded, glancing from him to the needle to the fire and then to her as of right now, perfect navel. "I'm very nervous," she murmured, her hands still grasping the sides of her toga tightly to keep herself from running away like her brain was so desperately telling her to do. He'd try his best not to hurt her badly. But he was going to hurt her. And that was the point. The point of this punishment was for him to inflict pain on her and in the process give her another thing that denoted her as belonging to him that she could never remove. She already had a brand on her ass and now she was going to have a ring on her stomach. She didn't think she would look more gorgeous. She thought she'd look like a slave girl.
 
Justus grimaced at her a little bit when she explained that she was nervous. "That's to be expected," he answered, pulling the hot needle away from the flames. "Just don't think about it, try to focus on some other object in the room," he suggested, looking over and noticing Sylvia stroll by, gawking for a moment at her topless mistress. Kneeling on the floor before his wife, Justus pinched some skin at the upper rim of her navel, pulling it out away from her body, and holding it perfectly still. "Don't move," he warned her, glancing up into her eyes, before sinking the hot needle through the pinched fold of pale, blemishless skin in one swift motion.
 
Adonna's face flushed deeply when she saw Sylvia look at her. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. But she didn't, she stayed as perfectly still as she could, just as Justus wanted her to. But when he sunk the hot needle into her skin she couldn't help but suck in a deep painful gasp and groan, her fists clenching so tightly that her pale skin turned purple from the pressure. Her toes curled under her feet and she squeezed her eyes shut, the hot pain coursing through her almost as badly as it had with the brand.
 
Justus ignored the convulsing of Adonna's body, concentrating on working the needle through her pure flesh cleanly and carefully. He paused once the needle was almost through, picking up the ring, and holding the opening right up against the end of the needle. As soon as he pulled the needle out, he had to follow through with the ring before the hole closed up. A very tiny drop of blood had squeezed out of the top of the opening, around the needle. Her flushed breasts right in his face, he took a deep breath and looked up at Adonna. "Are you okay?" he asked before continuing, no hand free to rub her knee or anything.
 
Adonna didn't have the power to form words when he asked her if she was okay. She was focusing on not letting out the blood curdling scream that she so badly wanted to let out. She just whimpered again as he slid the gold ring into the hole. Her chest heaved as she tried to control her breathing, but it wasn't working very well for her. A couple of tears leaked out of her eyes and rolled down her face. All she could do was pray to Strenua, her most favorite of goddesses, for the strength to get through this and to not hate Justus when it was over.
 
Justus didn't notice the tears rolling down her face and neck, since he was concentrating on her little purple-red fold of skin. In a moment, the needle was out, and the ring was in. He rotated it a little bit so the small opening faced down, ensuring it wouldn’t work its way out. At long last, he released his hold on her skin, letting it pull back into her stomach. A little bit of blood dripped down inside her navel. "You can relax now. Or shout, whatever makes you feel better," he said, stroking her arm, and pulling up on it to help her up from the couch. "Come back into the bedroom with me," he asked, not stopping to allow her to pull her toga back up. "Sylvia," he called out. "Bring a tub of water and a cloth into our bedroom."
 
She let him pull her up, stumbling a little bit as she got her footing. She didn't want him to touch her right now and she definitely didn't want to go to their bedroom. But she wasn't really in a position to refuse him, he'd just punished her for refusing him in the first place. She followed him silently back to the bedroom, still not having anything to say to him. When they finally reached the bedroom she stumbled towards the bed and allowed herself to collapse down onto it. She curled up into a ball and stuffed her face into a pillow, hoping that he would just leave her alone.
 
Justus followed her to the bedroom, taking the cloth from Sylvia when it was offered to him. He sat on the edge of the bed, obvious to him that Adonna wanted no parts of him now. Yet, he wrested the pillow away from her face, despite her annoyance, and looked down at her. "I'll let you sleep the afternoon away," he promised, touching her elbow. "But you need to speak with me first. I'm going to dab away some of the blood," he explained, moving the warm cloth and gently touching her stomach with it. "Are you still grateful that I let Flavia go, or are you only angry with me now, my wife?" he questioned her as he dabbed.
 
She winced when he touched her stomach with the cloth. She could feel her wound throbbing. It was swollen and purple, the gold ring sticking out grossly, or at least she thought. She was glad that she wasn't one for sleeping on her stomach or she'd have a difficult time sleeping for a long time. She glanced up at Justus as he wiped at the blood, a little irritated that he would ask her a question like that. "I am still very grateful, husband," she murmured softly, trying to hold back her winces as he repeatedly touched her new wound. "I am not angry with you...I brought this on myself,"
 
Justus smirked at her, knowing she was just trying to avoid more punishment. He delicately finished dabbing at her swollen, purple flesh and pulled away from her, pulling a blanket over her body. He actually thought the gold ring would look very nice in contrast to her pale, smooth stomach. “Very well, Adonna. I regret that I had to pierce you today, but it simply was necessary," he explained. "I regret any time you have to feel pain, and that's because I love you," he added, leaning over and kissing her on the ear, before leaving her to rest and recover alone.
 
Once Justus was gone she curled over onto her side again and tried to fall asleep. She was troubled for awhile, the pain getting to her, and she just laid there with her tear stained face. Eventually, though, she did fall asleep. She slept there curled in the middle of the bed for hours and hours, she didn't know how long though. She would continue to sleep until Justus came and woke her, whether it be to eat, to mess around, or because it was morning and he wanted them to go out.
 
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