Take a turn at spanking Livia.

You place your hand in the small of Livia's back, the same way Gudrun did, and run your hand over her luminously red behind. You can feel the heat radiating off her. She turns her head, trying to glare at you, tears of frustration beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. Her ass feels great. Small but supple and perfectly rounded. You give her a squeeze and she makes a soft noise, something between a grunt and a moan.

"Bastard!" she snaps. "Let me go at once!"

Well, you can't have her complaining. You go and get her purple panties from Gudrun, who hands it over to you, grinning in anticipation. You shove the panties into Livia's mouth, gagging her, and tie it into place with a piece of cloth. She tries to spit it out, shaking her head and spitting muffled curses at you, but all her efforts can't get it to budge.

You run your hand between her legs, seeking out her most sensitive places. She bucks her hips in involuntary pleasure, infuriated and aroused in equal measure. You lean in, placing your lips by her ear and speaking softly so that only she can hear you.

"Hey, Livia," you say. "I just want you to know that I'm the one who did this to you."

"Mmf?"

"I'm the one who stole your robe in the first place. I'm not going to tell you how. I just want you to know it was me. See, I love humiliating silly, pretty little things like you. I love stripping you down and making you blush and punishing you in front of everyone. And I just want you to know, while I'm spanking you, that you're completely helpless and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Ever. You're my toy."

"MMMMMFFF!"

"Anyway, my silly little toy, it's time for your spanking. Your public, naked spanking. Enjoy!"

You give her a gentle smack. Her bottom is already so sensitive that even a light tap stings her dreadfully. She whimpers into her gag as you land another smack on her other buttock, and squirms as you give her a little pinch. This really is a lot of fun. You raise your hand and give her a firm blow, then another one, soon settling into a rhythm as your other hand rests on her back, keeping her still so you don't have to change your aim. The laughter of the crowd rings in Livia's ears as she's overcome by exquisite shame, and by the burning sensation in her sore, **** bottom. No amount of wriggling can get her free. She's utterly stuck.

When you're done you stand back and admire your handiwork. Livia's mewling and writhing with frustration, humiliation and perhaps just a little arousal, her bright red posterior jutting into the air. You give her one last spank for good luck.

"Leave her there," you suggest to Gudrun. "On display for the rest of the evening."

Gudrun slips a finger between Livia's legs. "By Orcus' codpiece, she's wet as the bottom of the sea! She really is a little harlot!"

"Leave her aroused and unsatisfied, begging for more. It'll be funny."

"It shall be as you say. I do not know your name, stranger, but you have done the people of this tavern a great service on this day."

"Glad to be of service," you say. "Oh, there's one more thing..."