Poorly (meaner version)

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... but only because their hands are getting tired!

After the eighth, Tana and Margaret both look to their compatriot. Each of them is breathing heavily (this is hard, but rewarding work, and neither woman is athletic as they wish they were), when a sadistic smile creeps across Margaret's face.

"You know..." the former teacher muses as she fans herself with her hand. "I think we should turn this into a real learning experience, not just for these brats, but the whole community..."

Tana just tilts her head in confusion.

Margaret steps away from Esmik's big backside and moves closer to the crowd.

"Who'd like to help us punish these wicked girls?" Margaret asks as the faces of at least a dozen people all instantly light up. "I think this is the perfect opportunity for people to learn how to administer a proper spanking. Who'd like to give it a shot?"

Hands shoot up throughout the crowd as people shout and yell things like "PICK ME!" and "I'LL DO IT!"

Margaret giggles, this is reminding her of the good old days when her students were eager and excited to learn.

"Ok, well come on up!" Margaret declares as people start to rush forward, eager for their chance to slap some asses. "These two still need plenty of punishment!"

"H-hey! W-wait!" Esmik tries to protest as more people walk past her and cue up to join in. "We're only supposed to - EEEK!"

A firm, stinging slap is delivered to the noble's behind.

"Very good! Excellent technique. You've done this before, haven't you?" Margaret says to a blushing orc man.

"J-just when my girlfriend asks me to..." he bashfully confesses.

"Dawwwww, you cad you!" Margaret guffaws. "An A Plus! Next!"

The orc laughs like a hick as he struts away and is followed up by a small, underfed serving wench who wants to get some practice in before has kids of her own.

Her blow is little more than a gentle tap.

"Oh no, that wont do it at all," Margaret says as she takes the girl's hand. "Keep the palm flat, like this, and try again."

The wench does as she's told and is treated to a loud, resounding squeal from Esmik.

"Very good, much improvement!" Margaret praises "Next!"

And so the spanking continues, with Esmik and Ibera both enduring far more than their original allotment of blows. No one bothers to keep track

By the time everyone has had their turn the proud, arrogant, haughty nobles' asses are as red as cherries and radiating enough heat to keep a goblin warm at night.

"Well, that's the last of them," Margaret sighs as she playfully pats Ibera and Esmik on their sore behinds.

The nobles wince, but are both too hoarse to even whimper a response.

"I think it went pretty well, don't you?" Margaret asks Tana.

"Yes!" The older elf laughs.

It's a cute laugh, and contagious enough to get Margaret going too.

Esmik and Ibera just look straight forward to overwhelmed to react.

"Oh..." Margaret sighs as she finally calms down and wipes the tears of laughter from her eyes. "What do we do now?"

Tana and Margaret give a quick look around for Sheriff Harry and Tina, but neither one is in sight.