Right

You dodge right, slamming into the wall, but avoiding the slash. Ser Terrowin takes advantage, dropping his sword, and slamming his gauntleted hand into your sword arm, smashing it against the wall. You drop your rapier with a cry of pain as Ser Terrowin grabs the clothes on your chest. Before you have time to escape, he jerks you down hard to the floor, taking the air out of you. He then pulls on the back of your clothes, lifting you up. The knight shoves his knee under your waist and places his left arm firmly on your back, pinning you over his leg.

A gasp sounds throughout the audience, which is quickly followed by laughter. You try to use your left knee, placing it on his thigh, to push yourself off, but he is far too strong. 

Ser Terrowin removes his gauntlet as he spouts, "learn your place, wench." He smacks down on your backside, and despite yourself, you let out a cry upon contact. The spanking continues as you try to escape this humiliation. You look up to see a very pleased crowd. At least the noblewomen have the decency to avert their eyes. You are unable to see the judge, but he certainly is grinning.

Ser Terrowin's spanks sting, there's no denying it, but you are not a young maiden; it'll take far more than this to bring you to tears. It is humiliating, but you count yourself lucky he isn't taking the advantage to attack somewhere it counts. The only thing he's wounding by spanking you is your pride. If it were you, you'd try to break a limb. Eventually his arm will tire and you'll be able to escape.

"This combat is over!" you hear called out by the judge.

"No!" you protest. "I can still—" you start before a hard spank forces you to cry out. You begin to hit and kick desperately.

"This battle is over!" he calls out again. "Ser Terrowin has made an example out of you. So much so that I am making a new decree by law. From henceforth, no woman may take trial by combat if they haven't a man to champion them." He motions towards you as he addresses the audience. "This is the result of a woman challenging a man." Try as you may, you are unable to escape this mockery.

The judge stands again. "Morgan Hamilton I find you guilty of all charges and sentence you to a life of hard slavery. I hereby order that two days from now you will be turned over to the slavers and sold in the dangerous criminal auction. The money brought in from the sale of your worthless hide will be given to the king’s treasury."

Ser Terrowin spanks you again.

"Since this will hardly begin to recompensate his majesty and his subjects for your numerous offenses, and considering your arrogant and contemptuous attitude towards this court, I also sentence you to endure a day of public torment."

Another spanking comes from the knight.

"Tomorrow morning you will be taken to the town square and I hereby order the whipmaster to inflict upon your body such pain and humiliation that perhaps those who foolishly admire your criminal activity will be so shocked that they have new found fear for proper authority, while those whom you have wronged will find amusement in your torments. The only restriction I place upon the whipmaster is that your body not be permanently damaged or scarred, less your sale price at auction be diminished. Now guards, take her away!"

Ser Terrowin is **** to give you up; clearly he enjoys the spanking he has resumed giving you. Eventually he turns you over to the guards who, despite your struggling, put you in shackles and take you back to your cell. Luckily, they've shackled your hands behind you, allowing you to rub at you sore bottom.