Spank Sayza until she talks.

You sit down on a nearby step with Sayza bent over your knee, her hands tied behind her back with a piece of rope. She's still completely nude and she's beside herself with fury, kicking and struggling and trying to wriggle free from your grasp, but you're fairly strong and with your infinitely quick reaction time she's not that hard to control.

"Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare. You absolute bastard, don't you try that on me."

"It's funny. You keep threatening me, but you can't actually make good on any of the threats, can you? Really I can do anything I want."

"No!"

"Like spank you until you talk."

"Don't! Stop... ow! Ow ow ow! You son of a bitch! Don't touch me there!"

"You know, I think you've been in need of a good spanking for a while," you tell her, continuing to smack her pert posterior. Left buttock, then right buttock, then left buttock. You've fallen naturally into a swift, firm, painful rhythm. "All that stealing, all that crime. Someone ought to teach you a little discipline."

"Ow! You fucking asshole!" Her bottom is already beginning to glow. You give it a good squeeze, making her squeal and buck her hips in frustration. She can't get rid of you, and it's driving her insane. Another sharp smack punctuates her shame and her helplessness. "I'll get my ****, you toad! You perverted creep! One day I'll figure it out!"

"No you won't." Smack. Smack. Smack. You savour her insults and her furious cries, her yelps and bitter curses. Smack. Smack. Smack. "So, Sayza, where's my amulet?"

"I told you! I have no damn idea, asshole!"

"You really are a naughty little liar, aren't you? This spanking's not teaching you anything. I'm going to fetch a wooden spoon."

"No! Don't - OW! OW OW OW OW OW!"

You pin her down and vigorously apply the wooden spoon to her derriere, openly laughing at her misery. Her hair is dishevelled and her face is almost as red as her ass. "Have you learned your lesson yet, my spanked little Sayza? Are you going to tell me where my amulet is, or do I have to spank you till you cry?"

"OWWWWWWWW! STOP!"

"Hm. No."

Quite a lot more spanking follows. When you finally push her off your lap she's blushing, fuming and suffering from a very sore posterior. You chuckle as she hops up and down, infuriated beyond measure and trying to rub her bum with her bound hands. "Dear, spanked little Sayza. You really don't know where the amulet is, do you? I gave you that red bottom for nothing. Still, hopefully I taught you something about being a sneaky thief."

"I hate you! You're the worst!"

"How disappointing. For that insult, I'm going to give you exactly one hundred more spanks."

"Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow."

"There we go."