"Let's have some fun!"

Glenda smiled, and cracked her whip. "Holly, would you mind spreading her over that barrel over there? Then, it might be time to give her what she hoped to give you." Holly was happy to help, grabbing a nearby hay fork and leading the countess over to a barrel near one of the pigsties with little prods to the backside. "It smells disgusting!" Geraldine complained.

"Not as disgusting as a dirty traitor," Glenda replied, tossing Holly the whip. Holly looked at her for confirmation, and Glenda merely nodded. The woman's position, bent over the barrel, showed off everything and made her expansive backside seem all the larger. Holly took a swing with the whip. "I've never used one of these." "Still, you're quite proficient," Glenda replied, happily. "But it's like hitting the broadside of a barn," she responded, "impossible to miss."

Geraldine was in tears as her pale, plump backside, chided by the whip, became red and swollen. After 20 good strokes by Holly, Glenda stopped her. Holly looked disappointed. She had greatly enjoyed the turnabout from her treatment before.

That's when the middle-aged butcher's wife interrupted. "I found this one trying to tiptoe off." She was holding the countess' maid.

Holly cracked the whip, "Let's get her!"

But Glenda held out her hand. "We have to be reasonable here, or we're no better than she is." The maid fell to her knees. "Mercy, please, I'm just simple maid."

Glenda first addressed Geraldine, "Who said you can get up? Lean back over that barrel until we're finished here!" Turning to the maid, she said, "I remember you. You were cruel to the other little girls. What's your name...um...L-" "Linota, your highness." "Linota….that was it. Now, you serve this traitor?"

"I didn't know, your highness..." "I doubt that. But there's no way you didn't know she was a fake, as I'm certain you laced this girdle for her every day." "Y-yes, your highness." "

Call me Glenda. We don't stand on titles here." "And some won't be SITTING on them for a long time," a man in a green tunic said, pointing to Geraldine. Glenda smiled, then turned back to the maid. "You must also have known how generally cruel and backstabbing she is, on an everyday basis." "No, Milad- I mean, Glenda!" "Again, I am dubious. You're her maid, you know her secrets. Why did you try to wander off? You know there's nothing around her for miles but wilderness." The maid was silent. Glenda looked at her clothes, plain, baggy, black and white. "She makes you dress this way?" The maid merely nodded. "I suspect it's because the contrast of your firm, young body is something she can't tolerate. But how innocent are you in all this?"