Hilda's bad luck continues

"Well, well, well. I can't say I ever thought I'd be working with Lady Hilda ever again," the elf teased. She was a little shorter than Hilda with dusky, tan skin and a figure that was far plumper too, and yet she seemed to possess an authority that would make the taller woman knuckle under at a moment's notice.

Hilda cringed at being recognized. "Please this is all a misunderstanding..." she says before the stern elf cuts her off.

"I'm not going to listen to your excuses," chides the strict matron. "You were always a fibber as a child, and I know there's only one way to get the truth out of you."

Hilda whimpered and instinctively clutched her butt, remembering all those terrible spankings from her childhood.

"But that's neither here nor there. Sire has given his orders, and I fully intend to see them through." The elf sternly tugged Hilda by the ear, taking her to the servants' quarters.

The once-powerful knight cried from the pain (and traumatic flashbacks) as she tried to cover herself.