After a few minutes, the paddles mercilessly paused, before disappearing. The crowd quieted down and a smiling Marianna spoke. (Patreon)

“I hope I won’t have to explain the situation to you again, dears. You’ve made a mess of things here. Really, it reflects poorly on the sorceresses of the Misty Isles. So the sentence I pass on you today will only be the first half of your…penance. The rest of the sentence will be passed at the Tower of Arcana by some of those you have wronged. I very much suspect that part of your sentence will be to return to your work as the servants you were, before a modicum of magical power was sensed in you. Without that power, there will be no question where your place is in the pecking order. And how I bet the other servant girls will be pleased to see you again! I suspect they, like the Magistrix, will have some, let’s say, alternative and additional chastisements to correct your behavior.”

Marianna paused for a moment, then let out a deep sigh. “Remind me again, of your conquests, before I pass sentence on your failure.”