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Fiona brought her torso upright, then thought about getting off her knees before thinking better of it. “We came from the misty isles with nothing--”

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

Just as before, the magic paddles chastised their targets, to the music of the Selena and Fiona groaning, and the crowd laughing. Even Marianna was chuckling so hard she covered her mouth.

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.

Not to be discouraged, if such a thing could ever be said of disembodied sky feet, they made their way around to the now well-presented targets on the other side of the doubled-over duo.

At that point, she tossed the ball of energy at the sisters, which set off what the crowd could only imagine as a kind of magical circus act. First, two disembodied feet, blue as the sky, kicked each sister in her most private area. At least one audible “squishing” sound was heard in addition to the slapping sound of contact and the groans of the sisters. This caused the two women to double over in pain, although the spell prevented any serious injury.

“Do we really have to go over this again?” Marianna asked, exasperated, as she conjured a small ball of energy between her hands. “I am a powerful sorceress. You were piddling witches who thought you were sorceresses. But now, I’ve taken what little power you’ve left, and you have none. So kneel. I won’t ask again.”

Fiona glared at the sorceress. “You have no right to judge us! What makes you think that we’ll kneel before you!”

“And why would you do that?” Selene said, suspicious. “That’s easy darling, you’re going to need it for the sentence I’m about to pronounce on you. Mind you, it will protect you from bodily harm, but it won’t stop you from feeling whatever is happening to you. We couldn’t have that. Now kneel for your sentencing.”

After a few moments, the odd blue patterns that had been circling around each of them dissipated. “What was that?” Fiona asked. “Oh, just a spell to protect you from harm.” Marianna replied, smiling craftily.

Marianna began whispering a chant, and soon, a clear, blue field was scintillating around each of the ex-sorceresses bodies. “This tingles! What are you doing?” Selena asked, confused. “My head!” Fiona shouted.

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Their tortured backsides were still glowing—Fiona’s red and letting off steam, while Selena’s would occasionally pulse with a bolt of blue lightning.

That was useless, though, since the crowd had seen everything on offer when Marianna’s magic had held them stretched out above the scaffold for the whole town to mock.

The two former sorceresses were gradually lowered to the ground, and used their new-found freedom of movement to wipe their faces and try to cover themselves.

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The Foxgloves’ punishment had been so intense that they hadn’t noticed the constant jeering and mockery from the crowd—the soldiers Marianna had brought, the townspeople they commanded such rough treatment for, and even the soldiers they once commanded, now part of Marianna’s army. But now, the sounds of the crowd suddenly seemed more menacing. “Oh, have they had enough up there yet? Is it time to bring them down to your ministrations?” Marianna said, pandering to the crowd.

Now it was Fiona’s turn to laugh. “It burns!” Selene shouted, about the pepper in the mixture. “Of course it does, I made it to temporarily blind your troops. But glad it seems to work just as well on sorceresses,” Yvette responded. “Ex-sorceresses, and pathetic specimens at that,” Marianna corrected.

“Bullseye!” shouted Yvette as her next peppered cream pie hit home. “No,” Marianna mused, “More like a cow.” “Cow’s eye!” Yvette shouted, in correction.

So taken up by Fiona's ordeal was she, as well, as the occasional spark of blue lightning that flew across her backside, that she missed Yvette's calculations going on below.

Even Selena couldn't help but break a smile; while she was in a terrible state, stripped of her powers, spanked, zapped with lightning as she was, the power of shadenfreude for her counterpart, lover, and sometimes rival, was too tempting.

Marianna chuckled, “You finally look like the ridiculous excuse for a sorceress that you are, or should I say, ‘were,’ since I took your powers? You can finally drop that ‘Countess’ poppycock, now, dear Fiona, we all know what you are, a piglet from the swamp left on our doorstep to feed and educate. From what I’m seeing, it seems we did too good a job of the former, and not well enough at the latter.”

Fiona spat some of the cream that had gotten in her mouth, and tried to close her eyes as the pepper-laced cream burned her face, but Marianna's magic kept her eyes open.

“Not bad!” the Sorceress said as the first payload hit Fiona square in the face.

After a few agonizing minutes, Marianna was interrupted. “I brought the catapult, and some ammunition, extra pepper in them, as you requested,” the inventor said. “How good is your aim?” Marianna replied, gesturing. Yvette rubbed her hands together and smiled as she knelt down to calibrate the machine.

Again, the lightning didn't harm the ex-sorceress, but she could feel the pain. The shock made her hair stand on end, freeing itself from the buns of her elegant coiffure, before falling to her shoulders.

“I didn’t forget about you, either, Selena, remember I have your wand as well. It’s much…thicker. And I think it likes…lightning!” Marianna waved her hands, and suddenly Selena’s wand was shooting blue lightning bolts at her backside.

After a few intense moments, it subsided, leaving the countess' warmed backside shedding smoke…or was it steam?

While it didn't damage her, her skin, already red from the spanking, got redder.

Fiona’s jaw dropped as her entire backside was engulfed in flames. The burning sensation was unspeakable. But, true to her word, the fire didn’t harm a hair, although it did occasionally invade some of Fiona’s more private areas.

"Oh, dear!" said Marianna, "did that hurt your expansive backside? Try this!" Marianna produced Fiona's wand, and with a flick, it floated past her to a position behind her. With another flick, it let forth a tongue of flame like a dragon's fire.

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As her rear cheeks turned red, Fiona could handle the pain no longer. Her eyes welled up with tears, and soon her own makeup made rivulets down her front cheeks.

Mariana waved her wand, and a pair of red, glowing paddles appeared behind the sisters.

Mariana waved her wand, and a pair of red, glowing paddles appeared behind the sisters.

“While your sister may be a soft one, you’re a tougher nut to crack…"

Shocked as Countess Fiona was, however, she refused to give the sorceress the satisfaction of her tears. She set her jaw and tried to bear the pain.

The pain and humiliation brought tears to Selena’s eyes, and her makeup started running down her face.

As the cloth tightened, the sisters began to bounce up and down, their bodies jiggling with the force of the spell, but more importantly, the strained garments finding their way deeper and deeper into hidden places.

“What lovely undergarments!” Marianna said, and, with a wave of her hand, the backs of the sisters’ panties flew up ward, as if some invisible force was pulling on them, shoving the bunched cloth into their nethers.

The two women levitated above the jeering crowd, their bodies laid bare so different from what people had seen before. With only undergarments and footwear, little protected their modesty.

And Fiona’s gut burst through, as the corset finally gave up the last threads holding it together.

“I hear you…you’re dreading the corset coming off,” Marianna said, “it hides sooo many sins. I can feel your strength of will when you enchanted it. You never wanted it to come loose in public. But your magic is mine, now…may the fabric tear as it will!”

then Selena's dress started to rip around her navel, and the tear spread up between her breasts. Marianna was weakening the magic and letting their flesh tear the fabric, but then, she started to manipulate the clothing to clear it away.

She waved her hands in smooth, circular motions, as if unwinding a large spool of string. As if in answer to her, the sisters’ clothes started to pull, to strain, and tear, mostly along seams.

“No! Please!” Selena said. “We’ll do whatever you want, please don’t” Fiona begged. “You’ll do whatever I want, because I am Marianna le Foy,” the redheaded witch smiled.