She'll think about it

"I'll keep that in mind for later..." Margaret says with a smirk as she grabs Esmik's chin. "But first, we do need to administer your official punishment..."

Esmik gulps as Ibera cries. Margaret turns to Tana, who is still playfully pinching and squeezing her captive.

"Ready?" Margaret asks the elf, who responds with a thumbs up.

The former teacher turns to the crowd. "Our guests here were never been the best students, so I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to keep track of the number of spanks they've taken."

The mob cheers.

Margaret looks around, spotting Harry and Tina walking away off in the distance. They're both laughing and it appears Tina has slipped her hand into Harry's trousers.

"Now then, I believe the sheriff said... 22 spanks, correct?" Margaret asks as she plays it up for the crowd.

"B-but... he only said 20!" Esmik whines as Margaret slaps the brats big bum. "YOWCH!"

"See what I mean?" Margaret asks with a grin. "And they're so forgetful too!"

The filthy peasants laugh and guffaw as Esmik and Ibera begin to despair.

"So then, help us count these 25 spanks, wont you?" Margaret says as she and Tana both begin to wind up for the first blow.

The noble brats both grit their teeth and steel their soft bodies for what's about to come.