lay down the law

"Sorry, Sayza, looks like you'll need to find a new town."

"The hell I will! Untie me now!"

"Quite a defiant wench, considering your predicament."

She smiles. Suddenly her hands come from behind her back. She has somehow freed them. She lunges for a knife on a small table by the bed.

You roll your eyes, and go into motion. Quickly you take her naked body and lay her face down on the bed. You tie her wrists and ankles to the four bedposts.

You zip back.

Sayza looks around. "What kind of devilish magic is this?!"

"You are a naughty woman, Sayza DuVal." You walk over to the cabinet and take down a leather belt hanging on a hook. I believe you need to be punished."

"Don't you dare! Ow!"

You spank her with the belt, hard enough to really hurt, but not hard enough to leave a welt.

Whack!

"Ow! Stop this!"

"Still defiant?"

Whack!

"Ow! Stop!"

Whack!

You keep spanking her with the belt until every square inch of her perky ass is bright red. She is now in tears. "OK, OK! You win!"

"Of course I do." You take her keys and go to the chest. You examine them for traps and find one, a poisoned needle, but you disarm it. You open the chests. One is filled with money, jewelry and gems, one is filled with clothes: costumes from a nun's habit to a noblewoman, and the third is filled with gold and silver cups, plates, and tableware.

"Nice haul!"

"Just take it and leave!" Sayza groans into her pillow.

"I like your new attitude," you reply.