Make Sammie feel girly.

Well, it's not like you made her any promises. It's nice that Sammie got her ****, but you still have to show your new plus-sized **** what happens when she disobeys your instructions. You hate to spoil her fun, but you've got to have some fun of your own. Plus, now you've lulled her into a false sense of security. She'll be extra-embarrassed when you strip it away from her. Literally.

First, you finish the work she began on the tree, tying the hands of the redhead and the elf above their heads so they can't cover either. Many amusing noises ensue. You let Sammie take her time, wandering around the tree, fondling boobs and stroking thighs, tickling ribs and licking faces, until she's had her fill and all three of her victims have been made to pant and moan as her expert hand, playing between their legs, has brought them almost, but not quite, to orgasm. She takes a step back to admire her work and you hand her a paintbrush. Soon enough SQUEEZE ME is painted on the redhead, ELF SLUT on the elf and TINY TITS on the willowy girl, as well as a range of other insulting messages. Sammie smiles and offers the gathered crowd a bow as her former bullies squirm in utter mortification, pleading and demanding to be let go.

"Cute," you say.

"I've wanted to do that for ages. Today was a good day."

"I'm glad I could help."

"Hey, maybe you're not so bad after all. Now I just have to get out of this dress and I'll be happy. Gods, I hate wearing lacy pink girly things."

"You really shouldn't have told me that."

"What?"

There's a rush of air. Sammie looks down. She's wearing pink high heels, lacy white stockings with frilly pink bows, a lacy pink garter belt, a lacy pink thong with a heart-shaped hole cut in the crotch to show her pussy, a short pink tutu that covers nothing, a lacy pink bra with heart-shaped holes cut in the cups to show her nipples, lacy pink shoulder-length gloves, a pink leather collar with a bell, bright pink lipstick, pink eyeshadow, a pink tiara and several pink bows in her hair. GIRLY GIRL is written in lipstick above her breasts. Her hands are bound behind her back with furry pink handcuffs you got from a nearby sex shop, like all the rest of her new outfit.

"...no."

"Sorry, Sammie. Couldn't resist."

"...but... I... you..." She takes a hesitant step forward and almost tumbles over, barely able to walk in her heels. The cuffs don't help her balance. "I thought we were friends!"

"We are friends, girly girl. But you're still a girl. And girly girls have to know their place." You give her ass a slap to get her moving. "Have a nice walk home, now."

"I can't go home like this!"

"Oh, you'll be fine. Look, here come some more friends to help you out."

Sammie turns her head, and sees the boys pushing her way through the crowd towards her. You give them a friendly wave as she shrieks and tries to totter away from them as fast as she can. "Hi, boys!"

"Hi, mister!"

"Hi, Sammie! Looking good!"

"Oh my gods! Stop!"

"Whatcha up to, mister?"

"I'm teaching Sammie to be a good girly girl," you inform them. "Like what you see?"

"Sure I do!"

"Sammie, you're so pretty."

"She doesn't like her lesson, though. You boys want to help?"

"You betcha, mister."

"What'll it be?"

"We're all over eighteen, by the way."

"She has to walk around the whole city," you tell them, handing the tallest boy the end of a leash that's now attached to Sammie's collar. "And everywhere she goes she has to shout "I'm a good girly girl!" at the top of her lungs. You think you can make her do that?"

"What d'we do if she won't?"

"Give her a good spanking."

"We can do that," says the tallest boy. "I'm getting good at giving Sammie spankings. And you're learning to like them, aren't you, Sammie?"

"No! What? I don't... let me go! You little perverts! Don't..."

SMACK.

"Ow! You gods-damn..."

SMACK.

"Sorry, Sammie. But you need your spankings. You know you have to say it."

"I won't! Get your hands off... ow! Ow ow owwww!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.

"I'm a good girly girl! I'm a good girly girl! Gods damn it!"

"The whole city, you say?" says the tallest boy. "Better be off then, if we want to be done before dark. Let's go, lads. You too, Sammie."

SMACK.

"Ow ow owwwwww!"

You watch Sammie's rapidly reddening ass wiggle as she walks away, helpless and absolutely humiliated as she embarks on her jiggly walk of shame. She's not going to live this down for a long time. Neither will the three girls tied to the tree. You give each one a few nipple tweaks and a good long ogle, while they squirm and blush for your amusement, before stopping to scratch your chin. Wasn't there something else you were supposed to be doing, again?