Arrange for her to get in trouble with the law.

Evellyn rounds a corner and runs smack into a pair of town guards, who've just come from sorting out a tavern brawl and aren't in the mood to be bothered by anyone else today. She staggers to a halt and looks around, bewildered by the sudden change in scenery. You didn't want to move the guards, so you picked her up and relocated her a couple of blocks over, to a place where she'd be sure to get herself into trouble. She takes a step back and folds her arms across her body as the guards' cold eyes move up and down her, taking in the spectacle of her nudity and not liking what they see.

"What's this? Public indecency? You a pervert, then?"

"What? I - no! This man - this thief - he has a curse-"

"A likely story. You look to me like one of those wenches who gets her kicks from running around with no clothes on."

"That isn't-"

The other guard claps her hand to her wallet. "Hey! My coin-purse! It's gone!"

"The thief! He must have taken it!"

"I don't think so." The first guard plants a hand on her shoulder. "I think you're trying to run a little game on us. Trying to distract us with your titties, hm? While your associate steals our money? Give it back. Now."

"I didn't - I swear-" Evellyn draws herself up to her full height, although both the guards still tower over her. "I'll have you know I'm a very famous and important noblewoman."

"Why would a famous and important noblewoman be running naked through the street?"

"Erm-"

"All right, then." The second guard takes her by the forearm, leading her toward a public bench. "The purse, now, and we'll let you go. Otherwise it'll be the worse for you."

"I don't have it! I'm telling you - what are you doing - ahhh! Eeeek! Oww! You can't do this - oww! Gods damn it!"

You lurk in an alcove and watch in satisfaction as Evellyn, kicking and screaming, is treated to a very thorough spanking at the rough, powerful hands of two town guards. Quite a few people stop to watch her lose her dignity, her upturned bare bottom rapidly turning red under the rain of fierce blows. When they've finally satisfied themselves that she's not going to confess, the second guard rolls her off her lap and tells her to run along home.

Evellyn stands in the street, petulant and stubborn, her lower lip quivering and her hands massaging her sore behind. "I didn't do it," she whines, her voice threatening to crack. "It's not fair. I'll see you all in - eek!"

The first guard has grabbed her arms and is tying them behind her with a convenient length of rope. "To make sure you don't steal anything on the way," he says. "Since you've refused to repent, we have to protect the population." He gives her glowing posterior a final firm smack. "Get going, wench! If I see you again today, it's the stocks!"

She squeals and pulls at the ropes, but she can't get herself free. After a final beseeching look up into the guards' merciless faces, she's left with **** but to turn and sprint off what she thinks in the general direction of her house. People hoot and whistle as her bright-red buttocks disappear down an alleyway. You smile in satisfaction, knowing that her bouncing breasts and freshly-spanked derriere will be on display all the way home. And she doesn't know you turned her around before, so she doesn't realise she's running in the wrong direction.