The crowd laughed not only at the resounding sound of the magic feet making contact with the blubbery backsides, but with the graceless way the two would-be-conqueresses, who moments ago said they refused to kneel, had tumbled to their hands and knees. Neither had taken notice of the glowing paddles that had reappeared behind them. (Patreon)

The women who had instilled such fear in the village just yesterday had now become the laughing stock of the town square. Stripped of their powers, their clothes, and every drip of dignity, their reddened backsides and cream-dripping faces seemed so helpless. The tables had turned, indeed.

Of course, the crowd enjoyed their reversal of fortune, and savored the heaping serving of revenge they felt being dished out. But it was another cruel sorceress, Marianna, that had engineered their change in fortune, and she was still a threat to many. But for now, the townspeople cheered her, and she basked in the enjoyment of humiliating her lessers just as much as the adulation of the masses.