Leniency for... just kidding!

"What do you think, Daisy? She's been such a good sport. Maybe we should let her go."

"Maybe," says Daisy, thoughtfully, wandering between the trees, looking at all the stripped and tied-up flower sprites. They've been bound together in creatively sapphic predicaments. Rose sits on Violet's face, Buttercup's left nipple is lodged in Orchid's mouth, Lily and Carnation are **** into an inescapable 69. She giggles at their fury and discomfort, pinching a nipple here and slapping a buttock there, amusing herself at the expense of the unfortunate cuties, who try and fail to wiggle away from her grasping hands. "Maybe not, though."

"What do you think, Auroria?"

"I'll condemn you to the eternal hells for this, you fiend!"

"You're sure? No begging for mercy?"

"You're an insult to all womenkind, and I'll see you punished for it."

"That settles it. Auroria of the Spring Blossoms, you are now..."

"Wait! Wait, no! I take it back! I..."

"Auroria of the Spanked Bottoms," you finish it, as cosmic power courses through your body. "You know what that means, right?"

"...no?"

"It means that any time any woman in the world, anywhere, is spanked..."

"Ow!"

"You'll feel it."

"Ow! Ow ow ow!" Auroria thrashes in her bonds, her face going rapidly red, though not as red as her buttocks. You wonder how many spanks are being channelled into her bottom right now, from all across the world. She's a goddess, so she can handle the punishment, but that doesn't mean she has to like it. "Owwww! Eeeek! Aaaah! Stop! Stop stop stop!"

"And you'll feel all the humiliation those women feel. Which is a lot. A lot of those women are being spanked naked in public, you know."

"Noooo! Stop! Stooooop!"

"Now," you say, turning to the sprites, an evil grin on your face as you watch them flinch away. Literally hundreds of gorgeous girls, all nude and helpless and **** and completely at your mercy. It's lucky you're a good person, or you could really take advantage of this situation. "Unluckily, I don't have time to spank you all..."

There's a flash of hope in the eyes of the nearest sprite, who happens to be Rose.

"...so I'm bringing in helpers. Meet the spanking satyrs!"

You snap your fingers, and out of the bushes spring exactly nine hundred and thirty-seven goat-legged, goat-horned satyrs, all holding paddles and grinning. There's a chorus of squeals from the girls as they find themselves suddenly on display, naked and bound in compromising positions, before not just one but a whole army of men. Of course, there's nothing they can do to hide their bare tits and exposed pussies from the hundreds of leering eyes currently investigating their unclad forms. It looks to you like nothing less than a complete defeat for the female sex.

"These are your new playmates from now on," you say, using a little magic to subtly adjust their bonds so every spritely bottom is in position. "They'll play all sorts of fun games with you. They'll chase you through the forest all night and day, and when they catch you..."

The satyrs are closing in, smirking. There's absolute terror in Rose's eyes as she wriggles around, trying to shift her pale bottom out of range, grinding her pussy into Violet's face as she does it. Violet, lying on her back, struggles to close her raised, spread legs, which are tied to branches on either side. Her muffled squeaks are music to your ears.

"... well, you'll find out. Enjoy your new lives, girls! If you never have a scrap of dignity or self-respect again, remember to thank the Panty Raider!"