No, grow a spine, (and have it backfire)

*That command is the last straw, you're exhausted, you've had to deal with the destruction of your home, and instead of getting a tiny bit of charity you've been put to work.

*You will NOT submit to this perverted bitches foot fetish!

*You stand, feeling the strain in your body from the effort of today and bring every bit of poise you can manage to bare on the inn keeper's wife. "No, I have done every task you've given me without complaint just for a room for the night. I will NOT put your filty feet into my mouth! Now just give me a rome and something to eat and we can be done here!" you demand, glaring down at Lydia with a with a superior expression, fully expecting your demands to be met.

*Lydia's Expression turns almost instantly from cool dominance to fury, planting her feet and standing. grabbing the front of your blouse and pulling your face close to hers.
"You DARE?!" She nearly screams into your face, her rage barely controlled, your expression of ice quickly melting under the heat of her anger. "You come to me, seeking charity for nothing! Your a little begging bitch and you have the GALL to make demands of me?!" She yells, her hot breath, flowing over your face as your knees feel weak, your lip starting to tremble. But before you have the chance to stammer apologies she cuts you off again. "Gods have mercy, I guess they never taught you respect in the abby like any good girl should have." She sighs, rolling her eyes and letting go of the front of your loaned clothing and surprisingly strong fingers pinch your ear as she drags you back inside to the kitchen. "They should know better, spare the rod, spoil the child. Oh well, no time like the present for a stupid little brat to learn a lesson." She says, talking over your weak little screeches of pain, feeling like she's about to pull your ear off.

*Lydia Ignores your weak attempts at fighting her grip, and you learn fast that all it does is earn you a sharp twist on the ear she's holding. Meanwhile, you couldn't be more humiliated, being lead around by your ear like a naughty little girl caught misbehaving, just the thought of your situation has your face turned as red as your hair. And what in the hell did she mean by that spare the rod comment?

*You find out soon enough, Lydia finds a sturdy stool to sit on before dragging you over her lap like a child. Your skirt is flipped up by a practised hand which quickly goes up and down, her palm meeting your bare, milky white flesh with a resounding clap. The world seeming to go silent after that... well, except for the undignified squeal you let out. "What in the hells! You crazy bitch! You can't do this to me!" You protest, humiliation over-riding common sense as Lydia huffs, the cook simply raising her hand to bring it down again, harder.

*SLAP*

"I'll do whatever I damn well please, and giving a little twat like you a lesson in manners is something you've had coming!" She tells you. "Now hush up, you'll distract the patrons from their drinks." She orders you before continuing her lazy battering of your backside, her hand going up and down almost mechanically while you kick and struggle, your vain attempt at escape easily countered by Lydia pinning one of your arms to your back with one hand, All the while your rump is evenly reddened, Already it's a nice rosy pink and only going to get darker while your cries and insults turn to begging and weeping, heat trailing down your face even faster than it blooms from your ass.

*Slap, Crack and Smack ring out from the kitchen And if you could focus on anything but the stinging pain in your ass you could hear the laughter of patrons, And just when you think it couldn't get any worse, Lydia forces you to stand up, still crying as she quickly strips you of your borrowed clothing.

"Ungratful brats don't get to borrow clothing." Is her only explanation as she tosses the clothing to the side and pulls your naked body across her lap again, you no longer have the strength or will to fight what's happening, even when she grabs her large wooden spoon and the wooden rod is quickly applied to your red rump, leaving darker round spots to dot your ass.

*After a minute your body completely sags over the cook's thighs and she decides that you've been beaten enough, the shame of the Burning Rose just as sharp as your own before you feel your cheeks spread and a blog of spit lands against your rosebud. "Well, your ass matches your hair now, but you still have a stick up your ass, might as well show you why that's not a fun situation." Lydia says, and the round, smooth handle of her spoon is jammed against your pucker, you can't even try to resist the rough penetration as Lydia starts to fuck your ass with the improvised dildo and your shame is now complete.