Justice by the flat palm

As soon as she passes by Evellyn pushes Isabel out of the way through the opening, where she falls to her knees before scrambling up, trying to regain her balance without using her arms and scurrying away into the camp. Evellyn quickly leaps forward, taking Charlene by surprise as she’s unceremoniously knocked to the floor. Before Charlene has a moment to comprehend what is happening her arms are wrenched behind her back, held tight by Evellyn’s strong grip.

Charlene is lying face first on the grassy floor, trying to regain her bearings before she realizes who her assailant is. ”This is why the duchess likes me more than you, Charlene… I never let anyone keep me down for long!” Charlene struggles and tries to get up, protesting to be let go, but Evellyn has placed her knee on her back and shows no signs of relinquishing her position. Soon enough Charlene can hear a tearing noise as Evellyn rips loose a strip of cloth from the bottom of her shirt and uses it to restrain her wrists.

Charlene wriggles in vain, being far too much of a pampered aristocrat to offer much of a challenge. She spits put the grass from her mouth: ”Ah!! Wh- what do you want Evellyn, I’m sure we can come to some arrangement!” Evellyn leans in close, and says in a low, threatening voice: ”The only thing I want is to hear you scream for me to stop…”

Before Charlene can offer a reply Evellyn digs her fingers into the waistband of Charlene’s riding pants and pulls it down across the curvature of her buttocks, followed by her dark lacey undies. And then… Evellyn administers a firm spanking until her rival’s buttocks turn red.