Grab your clothes back.

I'm not leaving and I'm not doing the rest of the quest naked. I refuse to be embarrassed like that. My clothes are right there in the pile, if I can just grab them. Maybe the magic will have worn off them by now.

I pick up one of Lady Rinelda's dresses and toss it aside. I'm not interested in them any longer, just trying to get my own clothes back. I'm not prepared for the sleeves of the dress to wrap around my own arms and pull me forward into the pile, where a pair of Rinelda's lacy panties jam themselves into my mouth.

"Mmf?"

I spit the panties out, but now everything in the laundry is alive and flying around. I'm grabbed around the waist and hefted in the air by an alliance of dresses, scarves, gloves, stockings and even a few of the maid's aprons, whirled around and bounced up and down while all the contents of the laundry dance a merry jig in the space around me. They drop me into one of the big wooden tubs and surround me, hanging in the air as if they're expecting something.

I see buckets approaching.

I try to climb out of the tub but the sides are high and steep, and the laundry keeps pushing me back in. I can't escape as they dump ice-cold water all over me, followed by warm soapy water that takes some of the chill away. More cold water follows, then more warm. Finally, the scrubbing-brushes approach. They're long and firm and wooden and their bristles are very, very stiff. I back away nervously, hoping to fend them off with my hands. "Good brushes. Easy, now..."

SMACK!

"Ow!" The spank hurts way more on a wet bottom. My hands go to my insulted behind, and the rest of the brushes zoom in. One of the aprons helps, tangling my arms and holding them high in the air so I'm **** onto tiptoes, defenseless, for the stiff bristles to have their wicked, ticklish way with me. I'm scrubbed from head to toe, fiercely and furiously, under my arms and behind my knees, down my ribs and under my tits, behind my neck and between my legs. Especially between my legs. The sensation of the bristles as they play over my pussy and tantalise my clit is almost intolerable. My soaked bottom is spanked until it glows bright red, then scrubbed until it's sore and burning, then spanked again. The buckets come back, surprising me with water so cold it makes me gasp. Then extra-hot water, infused with perfume, to make my skin soft and sensitive and ****.

I've never been more annoyed and humiliated in my life. The whole time, I have the definite feeling the clothes are laughing at me.

When my horrible, shameful scrubbing is finally done, the clothes pick me up and carry me out a side door, to a small courtyard where a clothesline is strung high between two walls. The pair of Rinelda's lacy panties slides up my legs, fitting itself to my body. It's too tight for me, and uncomfortable against my sore behind. I'm lifted up to the clothesline and the back of the panties is securely pinned to the line before I'm let go, left to fall into what I can only describe as a hanging wedgie. The panties stretch further than I expect, pressing even tighter between my buttocks and making me squirm with discomfort. My shoulders are level with the clothesline and the clothes grab my arms, tying them with stockings to the line on each side so I don't fall free. My feet kick and flail, several feet above the ground.

One, two, three, four pairs of panties jam themselves into my mouth. A stocking wraps around my head, holding them in place. More panties settle down over my head, hooding and blindfolding me.

Finally, the clothespins make their move. They settle everywhere - my inner thighs, my belly, my abused buttocks, my breasts, my nipples, the spaces between my toes. The panties that hold me up are drawn so tight between my legs that my labia are exposed on each side, and three clothespins bring tears to my eyes by taking firm hold of me down there. When all is said and down I'm left to rock back and forth in my state of shameful distress, still soaking wet and exposed to the cool breeze. I've been soaked, scrubbed, spanked, gagged, pinched all over and hung out to dry for the rest of the night. I still can't believe this is happening to me. I don't have a scrap of dignity left, and I have no idea what the morning will bring.