Poorly, even if their spankers are merciful (original version)

*Writer's Note: I'm not completely satisfied with how this came out, so I'm probably going to tweak it some and do another version or two, but they'll all lead to the same place, probably.*

Neither Esmik nor Ibera had ever been physically disciplined by their parents.

And so, to suddenly endure two spankings in one day (one at the inn in front of some drunks, and one in the village square... in front of some drunks) was more than the soft, weak women could endure.

The first blow rains down upon each helpless girl, causing them to yelp in terror as an open palm connects with the soft cellulite on each noble's bountiful booty and cracks like thunder. The blow ripples through them, causing their entire bodies to generously jiggle as the hot, shameful sting remains on each slapped ass cheek.

A red handprint appears on each of Esmik and Ibera's enormous asses; little more than a small island in an expansive ocean of sensitive skin.

"ONE!" Cheers the crowd.

Tears well in Esmik's eyes as she grits her teeth and tries to act tough.

*SMACK!*

"TWO!"

Her resolves evaporates instantly as her lazy, sloppy body ripples once more. Her hair falls into her eyes, hiding the tears forming there.

Esmik already knows she can't endure this. She's a weak girl. A helpless, spoiled, chubby little brat who just wants to waddle home and eat candy.

*SMACK!*

"THREE!"

Both girls start bawling like babies. Nothing in their soft, easy lives has prepared them for this.

*SMACK!*

"FOUR!"

Ibera's eyes cross as Esmik whimpers away.

*SMACK!*

"FIVE!"

"I... Can't! I can't hold... OH NONONONONONNO!" Ibera squeals as she wets herself again.

The spanking continues, but Esmik is so overwhelmed with her own shame and humiliation that the world becomes a blur to her.

The crowd continues to cheer and count with each blow, their enthusiasm is apparently endless.

The same however cannot be said about the women administering the spanking.

After the eighth, Tana and Margaret both look to their compatriot, the pity obvious in each other's eyes. They had both wanted to bully these bullies, and seeing these proud, arrogant, haughty women get cut down to size had scratched that itch, but reducing Esmik and Ibera to such a pathetic state... well, it felt like overkill.

Still, with the mob here, they couldn't just stop and walk away, so instead they started to soften their slaps. A little at first, but more and more as the count grew higher until finally they were little more than soft, sensual strokes across the sniveling girls' behinds.

Esmik and Ibera were starting to notice the difference too, and despite both of their best efforts to resist (not that either of them had much resolve to begin with), both were soon moaning for a different reason, especially whenever Tana or Margaret happened to 'accidentally' touch something else with a stray digit.

"TWENTY FIVE!" Came the final shout when the punishers finally stopped. Both had gotten carried away and were now blushing and sweating some themselves.

"O-okay... th-that's enough now!" Margaret declares.

The peasants sigh and grumble, but quickly disperse. Many of them have... pressing engagements at home to take care of.

Tana and Margaret stand there looking around for Sheriff Harry and Tina when the last peasant finally leaves, but neither one is in sight. Poor Esmik and Ibera are speechless at this point, reduced to just a continuous stream of sniffles.

"Um..." Margaret finally says as she speaks to Tana. "What do we do now?"