"But first, let's give you a well-deserved punishment," she smiled evilly.
With a simple swish of her wand, both burglars had their wrists and ankles ties. With another movement, before they knew it, their clothes had disappeared, leaving them stark naked. They screamed in indignation. But their humiliation was just beginning. Suddenly, with a twist of the old piece of wood, a knock was heard at the door and in stepped a moving broom and cutting board.
"Perfect. Right on time. You two can punish those two young men who behaved like children. Have at it!"
And under the mesmerized eyes of Damon in his cage and the cackling laughter of the witch, the board and broom smacked and spanked the two young men. Quickly they screamed in utter shame and then pain but it was to no avail. Only after very long minutes did the witch make two utensils stop, at which they settled against a far wall and became inanimate objects once again. But the witch wasn't done yet as she said and indeed it wasn't over. She said they had to be further punished. Another knock was heard and in stepped big feathers hopping and singing a merry tune and twelve pairs of gloves walking upon their own digits. Upon seeing the two bound men, the living feathers hopped merrily and each glove poked the other, pointing to the awaiting victims.
"Let me ask you," said the witch with a nasty glint in her eyes. "Are you... ticklish?"
That part of the punishment had lasted a long time. The feathers focused mainly on the burglars' feet and the gloves poked their armpits, chucked them under the chin, tapped and patted their stomachs, delicately brushed and wriggled their feet and calfs, turned their armpits red with so much tickling and scratched lightly at their ribs. The witch enticed them to laugh harder and ordered her enchanted objets to make them breathless with laughter, cry tears of happiness and plead for mercy. Quickly the thieves were begging for the torture to stop but the witch was holding a grudge. The two youngsters wriggled like squirming maggots, incapable of evading the tickles proffered by the objects. The house resounded with their squeals and laughs. The witch encouraged her little servants telling them to continue on. She jeered at the two boys, ordering them to squeal like piglets and to beg for mercy. The boys kept begging indeed but the witch wanted more.
At very long last, the witch waved her wand and the objects settled back at the wall, regaining their inanimate nature like the broom and board. They left two twitching, giggling and sobbing messes on the floor.
"Now, do you want more?"
"No! Please, no!"
"We're sorry!"
"We're very sorry! We'll do everything you want!"
"Anything?" she smirked.
"Absolutely! Just ask!"
"Perfect! An apology and a promise to do whatever I want! Just what I wished for from you two."
She then smiled even more widely.
"I'll tell you how you can keep your promise."