"Look through all her notes."

Eventually, you do.

One day, when you’ve decided it’s time, you simply grab Amy’s pencil skirt and yank it up over her head. You tie it into a knot, bagging her, exposing her plain white panties and long white legs. It’s a bright sunny day in Pandemonium, and the whole street is watching as you pick a few conveniently nearby nettles (they grow wild everywhere in Hell) and shove them into her underwear, making sure to get a few right up her ass.

“YIIIEEEEEEEEK!”

Amy hops around, dancing and squealing, helplessly caught in her own skirt as passing demons stop to watch. You snap your fingers, and two scrawny low-class lemures appear out of nowhere.

“Yes, boss?”

“Grab that girl,” you say, pointing to Amy, “and look through all her notes. Find all the punishments she was going to do to my poor, sweet darling Meg here. Do them all to her. Twice.”

“Yes, boss!” The lemures are practically salivating at the opportunity. You grab naked leashed Meg, blow the tickle-prickle powder off her tits and pussy, hoist her up into your arms and say “Poor, dear, sweet Meg. Did she hurt you?”

“Yes.”

“Haha! Good!”

“Argh! You’re such a dick.”

She punches your chest ineffectually, still warm and soft in your arms. “Yep,” you say, and kiss her forehead. “Now I think it’s time to wake up.”