Rose gets tortured.

"Rose stood in the middle of Times Square," Clara wrote, "with her hands on her head and no clothes on, while all the tourists pointed and laughed and took pictures. It was incredibly embarrassing."

She looked up. Rose wasn't there. She stepped through the fabric of time, space, fiction and unreality, taking the typewriter with her, to Times Square. Rose was there. She was standing in the middle of Times Square with her hands on her head and no clothes on, while all the tourists pointed and laughed and took pictures. She looked incredibly embarrassed.

"It was Christmas day," Clara wrote. "Cold, but not too cold. Rose wore a scarf, a fuzzy beanie, woollen mittens and Ugg boots. And nothing else. She knew she had fifteen minutes to run to Central Park, or her friend Clara was going to get her a spanking."

Rose squawked and took off at a dead run, covered herself with mittened hands. Clara watched in delight as her boobs bounced and pretty bottom flexed. She was making good time. Sadly, she was running in the wrong direction.

She followed Rose, drifting through the air without exertion. Not having to run was a perk of being the Mistress. When the fifteen minutes were up, and Rose was standing on a busy street corner in a state of blushing panting nudity, her eyes darting back and forth as she realised she had absolutely no idea where to go, she got out the typewriter and wrote, "Wonder Woman arrived."

"Hello," said Wonder Woman.

"She was here to give Rose the firm bare-bottomed spanking she deserved."

"I'm here to give you the firm bare-bottom spanking you deserve," said Wonder Woman, sitting down on a bench and pulling Rose over her knee. "You've been a naughty naked girl, and naughty naked girls get spanked in public."

"Ow! Ow ow ow!"

"Rose's bottom was very red and sore by the time Wonder Woman finished spanking her. She tumbled into the snow, her legs spread, wincing at the cold between her legs. She looked absolutely ridiculous, and she knew it."

"Eek! Stop! No more!"

"She sat upright in the snow, clutching her hands to her privates. Nobody was stopping to help. People were still pointing and laughing and taking pictures. She felt completely ashamed of herself."

"You should be completely ashamed of yourself," said Wonder Woman. "Don't let me catch you here again."

She soared away. Rose scrambled to her feet, face flaming, eyes searching desperately for non-existent cover. Her gaze fixed on Clara, who was standing on the other side of the street, smirking broadly.

"Claraaaaa!"

"Oh, no. Are you embarrassed? Don't you like this?"

"No!"

"Sure you do. Anyway, we're going to play a little game. I've hidden a golden key somewhere in Manhattan and you have to find it."

"Wh-what?"

"You have to run around all of Manhattan looking for it. Don't worry, I've left you a few clues. But until you find it, you'll be naked, and you won't be able to avoid being embarrassed in front of the whole city. Also, every hour, Wonder Woman is going to swoop in and give you another spanking."

"B-but..."

"Don't worry, you won't get cold or arrested or anything. You'll just be naked. And embarrassed. And spanked. In public. Hey, random stranger, what do you think of my friend's vagina?"

"Nice!"

"Rose, hands behind your back and show the nice man your vagina."

"Hey, all right."

"Spread your legs a little bit. There we go. It's the most embarrassing feeling in the world, isn't it? Letting a stranger ogle your vagina. Well, that's what the next thousand years or so are going to be like for you. Lie down on your back with your legs spread."

"EEK! EEEEEEEEEEEK! DON'T LOOK!"

"Also, the whole time, you're going to really want to have an orgasm, but you won't be able to until you find the key. Which could take days. Maybe even weeks. Masturbate for the nice man, Rose."

"EEEK! OH MY GOD!"

"Look! Here come his friends!" Clara smiled as she watched Rose play with her pussy and her tits, lying on her back in the snow, her face glowing redder than a traffic light as more curious onlookers gathered around her. "Have a nice time, Rose. Don't forget you're not allowed to cum. I'm going to see what Alice is up to. And then I think I'll write some Hermione Granger fan-fic."