A bit of exercise

You take a leisurely step back, cock your head and smirk: “Now jump in place twenty times.” Evellyn returns a deathstare, so you continue: “…or we’ll take a walk to find an audience first.” Reluctantly, anger flaring from her eyes, Evellyn starts hopping in place. Each time her boots crunch down on the gravel floor her breasts bounce in a mesmerizing pattern, as your attention is fixed on the way the lady’s nipples trace an arc through the air.

Once she finishes her jumps and her tits come to a complete stop, you gesture with her sword for her to spin 180 degrees, which she grudgingly does. You order her to bend over and touch her toes ten times, and each time she reaches down you pat her ass with the sword, the cold steel of her own stolen blade making her flinch even as it sharply contrasts the red-hot fury and humiliation overwhelming her.

Once she’s finished bending over you have Evellyn continue doing various other calisthenics for several more minutes, adding degrading little touches of your own each time, such as honking her boobs each time she finishes a sit-up, or spanking her ass during push-ups. All the while you observe Evellyn throwing sideway glances towards the various streets which lead to the plaza, clearly hoping no one comes back to spot her predicament. Each exercise you add to the routine just prolongs the torment, like a performance of enforced exhibitionism.

Finally, her face blazing red and her body sweating from the workout, you decide she’s had enough. Perhaps she’s even learned her lesson, but judging by the defiant look in her eyes you kinda doubt it. Regardless, time to send her scurrying off.