Those can be the topic of their dinner discussion, then.

Ellie will have Fay on the floor beside her chair, charm turned down and gag tugged out so she can eat.

"Thank you, ma'am," she says, voice shaking, when the gag is removed. (Getting to the table to kneel by Ellie's chair is harder than it should be, given how badly her legs are quivering.)

"You're welcome, Fay. Mind you don't trip, now."

"Perhaps it'd be better for her to crawl. Less risky."

Small whine.

"Good idea. Go ahead and crawl over, Fay."

She returns to her knees from where she'd been standing, takes a soft breath, and crawls to Ellie's chair, head down slightly. 

"What a good girl," Ellie coos.

She leans happily against Ellie's legs. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Hungry?"

"Quite."

Her expression, feigning shyness as she gazes up at Ellie, says it's more than food she's hungry for. 

Food is all she's getting, so.

Perhaps. 

How does Ellie intend for her to eat, if she's not sitting at the table? 

Ellie will hand-feed her, of course.

(Wiggle.)

Fay is quite appreciative of Ellie's attention here, gaze heavy, tongue and lips deftly taking any offered morsels, lingering on Ellie's fingers... Her weight heavy against Ellie's legs, skin still flushed and shining with sweat, breath heavy. 

(Oh god she can't wait for tomorrow.)

She tries to keep most of her active attention on her conversation with Anathema.

Hm, first they should tally up how many penalties Fay earned...

Remind themselves of what they were talking about in each instance. Context is important.

Of course... And categorize how severe the violation was...

Fay shifts a little against Ellie's leg, head leaning into her lap.

And then of course the real trick is finding something that she won't enjoy too much.

Probably the most difficult part, honestly... Fay seems very eager...

She doesn't seem to like being untouched too much, though... Maybe they can leave her tied up and desperate for a time for each penalty. Go enjoy each other for a bit. 

That has potential.

Fay sighs a bit, leaning more into Ellie, and murmurs, "Whatever you want, ma'am."

"Yep. Whatever I want."