âThe redhead here, is a knight from the capital, apparently. She was able to best Rowena, but not me.â âShe had help!â Rowena objected.
âSo, tell me who this lot is,â Fiona said. âThis one,â Maeve said, pointing to Broussard, âis an archer from the capitalâŠone of three who arrived and overthrew your vaunted commander, but I was able to bring them to heel.â
And Rowena, you couldnât stay away, could you? You missed our little fun when we last met here?â Rowena blushed at the suggestion.
For the first time, the sorcerous sisters witnessed Dacqoise, and its town square, with its scaffold of pillories, currently hosting Helena, Private Broussard, Clarabelle, and Yvette.
Having arrived at Dacqoise, they found the gates open and a welcoming party of Maeveâs mercenaries, who led the soldiers to supplies and reunited them with the units that had been captured while under Rowenaâs command. Another mercenary led Rowena, the sisters, and Vittoria to the town square.
The next day, the sisters marched for Dacqoise with their large army, Rowena on horseback leading the column.
Rowena closed her eyes and tried in vain to imagine she was somewhere else. But each jeer, each smack of the paddle, brought her right back to reality. In her mind, the paddling seemed to last forever.
Suspended in the air with her arms magically pulled up over her head, there was little Rowena could do but take the paddling. The magical paddle moved at Selenaâs will, punishing both cheeks. âLook at that flab jiggle!â Fiona said, as loudly as possible.
Rowena was becoming concerned, as she hadnât felt the effects of the new spell, even though the magical lightning lingered, causing her the occasional shock. But Fiona could see a paddle appearing in the air, right behind the warrior woman.
âGood show,â said a smiling Selena, âquite a nice job you did with your tiny little wand there. I, myself, prefer something with a little more heft and girth,â she said, waving her notably longer and thicker wand. Fiona glared angrily at her as she waved it and cast a spell.
The army watched their disgraced commander jiggling with each shock, her hair rising up and becoming messy, her cheeks as red as could be.
She pointed her palm at Rowena, and, instantly, bolts of electricity engulfed the still-levitating knightâs voluptuous backside.
âI see where youâre going with this, and I like it,â Fiona mused. âWould you like to do the honors, then?â Selena asked chummily. âBut of course!â
With a wave, Rowena started to levitate. She writhed about, but there was nothing she could do to fight it.
âWhy, sister, I think you just answered your own question!â Selena said, instantly producing a wand as if from thin air.
âYou will armor up, and travel with the army,â Selena said. Rowena nearly breathed a sigh of relief. âBUT,â Fiona added, âAnd thatâs one BIG BUTT you hide under that armor,â she continued, getting a chorus of hearty guffaws from the army assembled behind Rowena, whose view allowed them to appreciate the joke, âWe need to do something about your failure first, but what?â
âIt was a hard spanking, Iâll admit, but hardly tort-â âSTOP,â Fiona growled, âyou arenât making your case any better. Weâll know soon if Maeve was able to do what you couldnât. At dawn, weâre moving the entire army to Dacqoise.â
Selena took over before Fiona presented a monologue. âYou said you could win with troops. And you did. But the deal was to hold the village for a day. You couldnât hold that puny little village with its pathetic, dumpy, pastry-fattened townsfolk. What kind of precedent do you think that sets?â
âAh, Rowena. Youâve come back to us. And your loyal troops, who love you so much,â Fiona said in a sarcastic tone.
âWhatâs this?â said Fiona, as she stepped out. Selena followed with a knowing grin on her face. Rowena had been hoping that this meeting would happen indoors, out of the eyes of her troops. The sorceresses, though, seemed to have other ideas.
The tension was palpable as the door creaked open. The army had rarely seen the sisters since they had occupied this camp. And they had rarely seen them in general, as they tended to travel by closed carriage. Some of the soldiers had never caught a glimpse of them.
Everyone dropped what they were doing and watched as the mercenaries helped Rowena dismount from the horse, and approached the inn.
Some dried up something or other besmirched her face and hair, and her ample backside was red as an apple. Her eyes were glassy, and the kohl she wore around them ran in streaks down her faceâshe had been crying.
The soldiers looked up in shock as they saw their commander. She was entirely nude, her hands tied behind her back. While Rowenaâs heft was widely known, and unmistakable, even in armor, the soft, flabby contours of her torso surprised them.
Rocky ground, scores and scores of military tents. The tiny, steep-peaked houses of the village nearby, and the inn, unusually large for such a hamlet, that had been commandeered as the command center.
Meanwhile, Rowena sat backward astride a horse for the first time in her life. She gritted her teeth as the motion of the horse agitated her already well-spanked backside.
âThe soldiers told me sheâs the one that started them using the peppered pies to blind them,â one of the mercenaries added.
Unexpectedly, the spankings stopped. Clarabelle lifted her head up to see, as best as she could from her position, what the commotion was.
. It wasnât very long before her backside was red with lines where the flat of Maeveâs sword had slapped against it. She tried her best to keep her composure, and not let her enemy have power over her mindâjust her body.
Maeve was just starting to taunt Clarabelle when a mercenary named Eliana showed up, with a tall, nude brunette prisoner. Helena was disappointed to see that Private Broussard had been defeated.
A few minutes later, the mercenaries had gathered up those who had provided the greatest resistance. Some were tied and led off to the same basements the mercenaries were freeing Rowenaâs soldiers from, but Clarabelle and Helena were transported to the stocks in the town square, where Maeve could gloat over their defeat.
A few minutes later, Rowena was in tears. She simply wanted it all to stop. âAlright! I admit it. You won, I lost.â âAnd?â âOw! You are the better warrior.â
The knight usually had a high pain tolerance, but the townspeople had already put her hindquarters through their paces over the time she was in the stocks. Each slap brought out a little whine.
Maeve walked behind her and smiled. âIâm not sure youâve learned your lesson, yet. Iâll let you go when you are properly contrite.â
As she approached Rowena, she smiled. âMy, myâŠI heard about it, but I almost couldnât believe it. Perhaps I should order the milkmaid here to get a bucket and milk you,â she said, gesturing to Lorraine.
âWell,â Maeve mused, âNothing to see here, from your performance OR your looks. Disappointing like this whole disgusting little cow-town.â