Leave Charlene for the guests to find

Evellyn administers a spanking so thorough Charlene’s rear is as red as a ripe apple, and her yelps and shrieks of mercy become meek. Evellyn breathes heavily from the exertion, the skin on her own palm buzzing from the numbness. Before Charlene can moan another plee to be released Evellyn tears loose another strip of cloth and forces it across Charlene’s mouth to gag her tight.

Evellyn pushes herself back up, looking down at the mewling red-buttocked noblewoman on the floor, her muffled protests faint. ”I trust you’ve learned your lesson, mhm?” Evellyn reflects, and looks out of the tent at the rest of the small camp, and the set-up of chairs and salontables at its center… Charlene did mentioned something about ‘others’ returning soon, and Evellyn was to be their source of entertainment. Her fists tense with resentment for a moment, before flexing again: She’s loathe to admit it but she has begun to appreciate the virtues of turning the tables on the haughty through humiliating punishment, just like you have extensively taught her.

Evellyn hauls Charlene to her feet and drags her out to the middle of camp, flinging her into one of the comfortable chairs before trussing her up in a provocative position. Charlene is so dazed from the intensive spanking she doesn’t have the wherewithal to struggle much at the moment, and soon enough she’s contorted in some creative ropework. Her arms are tied above her head to the back of the chair, and from this knot two ropes run out towards her ankles, which are held suspended up into the air above her seated position. Her legs point up and out, allowing them to fall slightly to either side to - seemingly invitingly - expose her bare clit to any onlookers eager for a gander. It is like she is tied spreadeagle on the chair, except with each limb held to point up into the air.