"Make this giant lump of cottage cheese turn red!"

As she said so, she gestured with her hand, and Zatanna magically turned around, exposing the cottage cheese to which she was referring. In case there had been any question, Circe pointed to the pale, somewhat lumpy backside of her defeated nemesis.

With a wave of her hand, a stool flew onto the stage, landing right in front of the naked magician. Circe demurely sat on the stool, and with another gesture, Zatanna turned sideways, levitated in the air, and came to rest on her knee, with her pale backside sticking up. Zatanna looked pleadingly at the audience for help, but both the magic on display, and their amusement at her misfortune made the audience want to see this through.

With her bare hand, Circe rained a score of blows down onto Zatanna's pale, jiggling backside, and with each swing, it turned further from its alabaster appearance toward a shade of crimson. Zatanna was unable to suffer her spanking in silence, and was openly bawling, and shaking her fists and body impotently like a disciplined toddler.

Her complaints failed to move Circe, who, when she determined she was finished, placed Zatanna back on her feet. Reaching again into the magic hat, she pulled out a tube of red lipstick. With a wave of her hand, Zatanna was **** magically into a pose standing straight up, her arms akimbo. She struggled, but couldn't move. Circe waited until the audience got an excellent look of everything she had been covering, exposed all at the same time. Then, she opened the lipstick, and approached her. Across her chest, she wrote "fraud." On one of her meaty thighs, she wrote "failure." And on her flabby belly, Circe merely drew a sketch of a pig. With a wave of her hand, she turned her around and revealed her reddened backside, which soon had the words "wide load," written across it.

The crowd was eating this up. "For my next trick, I'm going to make something disappear..."