Asta helps Amalda carry you outside

Your violet eyes meet hers as you non-verbally beg for help to escape this humiliation. She gives you a pitiful and apologetic look before averting her gaze.

They both walk towards you, Amalda confidently striding over, followed hesitantly by her Granddaughter. “We’re taking this naughty little girl to the post for a lesson. Would you mind giving a hand?” The older Gnome asks in a sickly-sweet voice.

Asta glances at your naked form again and stutters over her words before trailing off and simply nodding. As dread and hopelessness set it, you get the feeling that she may have gone through this punishment herself at some point and has lost the will to resist her Grandmother.

Amalda instructs her to grab under your thighs and she will carry you from the shoulders. They both disappear behind you before you feel Asta’s soft hands and Amalda’s much rougher ones running over your body as they lay you down onto your back. All you can see now is the ceiling, but as they pick you up and carry you out of the room (a little too close to the floor due to their short stature), you realise from the direction they turn out of the door that they are carrying you to the front entrance!

There is a slight pause as Amalda uses her foot to nudge open the door. As it opens, a mixture of warm sunlight and cool wind licks at your exposed skin, reminding you exactly how exposed you truly are.

The sound of voices and stall vendors moving various objects around sends you into a state of total despair. You now know what your lesson will be and you still cannot fight off the paralysis! There is nothing you can do apart from try to steel your nerves for what comes next.

The pair of Gnomes carry you out towards the tall sign for the bath house on the street. Near the top is what looks to be a metal hitching ring, the kind travellers use for tying up their horses, apart from this one is much too high for that. You hear gasps of shock and a few giggles as passers-by begin to notice what is going on. Your face burns with embarrassment as your motionless body is placed on the cold cobblestone floor, your pussy now completely visible to the onlookers.

“Asta, could you tie her to the post please?” Amalda asks nonchalantly, as if she were only asking for her granddaughter to pass the sugar for her tea. Out of the corner of your eye, you can just see her give a solemn nod before walking around towards your hands.

She attaches a second, longer chain to the one binding your manacles together; giving you another apologetic look as you notice as tear dropping down her porcelain cheek. Her hand moves along each chain, giving it a tug to check it is properly secured. As she reaches for your wrist manacles, you feel her slip something small and metal into your hand.

When she is finished with her checks, she takes a step back and mutters a few arcane words. The chain glows as it comes to life and rises up to wind itself through the metal ring, hoisting you up as it tightens.

Amalda waves her hand and the paralysis spell finally ends, causing you to cry out in pain as your limbs suddenly straighten themselves out, muscles burning and everywhere else being affected by pins-and-needles after being set for so long.

Your arms are held in place above your head, preventing you from attempting to cover yourself up and your feet barely make contact with the ground, causing you to have to stand on tiptoes. A chill runs through you every time the cold metal pole comes into contact with your back. From this position your breasts are thrust forward towards the crowd that has formed. The best you can do is to try and push your thighs together to hide your most intimate area.

Fighting through the cramp in your neck, you turn to Amalda, who is gleefully admiring the scene. “Please! Please let me go! I’m sorry about the book!” You plead, tears beginning to stream down your face.

Amalda cocks her head before walking over and giving you a painful swat on the backside, eliciting a whimper from you. “A few hours out here will cure you of you bad habits, my dear. Do try to enjoy yourself! Come on Asta, we have other guests to attend to.”

Asta gives you one last look of apology before falling in line behind her Grandmother. The pair walk back inside the bath house, leaving you alone with the growing crowd.