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Teresa Scalia: Barbara's Bawdy Beach Brawl

Note to readers: This story is a little different from my past works. First off the characters are in bathing suits. I generally like my characters fully clothed in formal, casual, general business attire. Gives me more options to be creative with their costumes and lingerie. This story was inspired by the YouTube video "Best Girl Fight at Creek." Secondly while there is a catfight and some stripping, the bulk of this work is sexual in nature. Several of my previous stories have hinted around at this topic and I figured with this story it was time to let one of my characters really cut loose. So if descriptive sexual text is not your thing you may want to let this one pass. As always thank you for reading my works and I appreciate your comments.

It was a warm midweek afternoon in July. The Andersons were preparing for an outing.

"Mark, toss a couple more water bottles into the cooler before you bring it out please." Barbara called out.

"Okay" Mark replied as he walked back into their house. Dressed in a short sleeved white blouse tied at the midriff, khaki shorts and green headband, Barbara was putting the last few things into their SUV for an afternoon of boating at the lake. Mark had recently purchased a new cigarette style boat and was anxious to take it out and see what it could do. Mark returned from the house with cooler in hand. The cooler was quickly loaded and the couple were on their way.

"I'm really looking forward to testing out this boat." Mark said to Barbara.

"Oh I'm sure you are, you paid enough for this new toy." Barbara teased. "I'd just like to have a peaceful afternoon on the beach and catch some sun."

The couple arrived at the Marina where Mark's new pride and joy was docked. They transferred their cooler, picnic basket, blankets, and two lawn chairs into the boat and shoved off. The lake was a large public impoundment, several miles long. There were several public beaches scattered along the shoreline, but the Andersons were headed for a special place. Several years ago when the lake was formed, islands were created. One forward thinking individual managed to acquire legal title to one such island. The island had a secluded cove on which a sand beach was created. Memberships were sold on a fairly exclusive basis. Mark and Barbara owned a membership in this Association.

Mark steered the boat into the open channel and opened up the throttle. The boat leapt forward instantly and was up on plane. Clearly enjoying himself Mark piloted to the private cove. The trip to the cove took about half an hour.

Arriving at the cove Mark throttled back and idled the boat to a gentle beaching. They quickly offloaded the chairs, blankets, and cooler establishing their spot on the beach. They could've picked any spot along the entire length of the beach as this was midweek and the entire beach was empty. Barbara laid out the lunch she had prepared. Mark ate quickly and was clearly ready to go back out on his boat. Taking the last swig from his bottle of beer, Mark wiped his mouth and said "Ready for another cruise on the lake?"

Barbara was putting the last of the picnic items back in the basket "You go ahead, I'd like to lay out and enjoy the sun." With that she stood and untied her blouse. Slipping the blouse off her shoulders Barbara revealed a kelly green and white polka dot bikini top. She unsnapped her shorts and with a couple of hip wiggles slid off her shorts. Her bikini bottoms matched her top. Barbara's top had the strap over each shoulder that connected the cups of the top to the horizontal tie in back. Her bottoms were cut low on the hip with elastic waist and leg openings.

"Okay, suit yourself. I thought I'd run all the way to the upper end so I can fill up with high-octane gas. They don't have the kind of gas I really need at the Marina. It might take me two hours to get up there and come back." Mark replied.

"I'll be fine. Have fun burning up precious fossil fuels." Barbara laughed.

Mark pushed the boat back off the beach and climbed in over the bow. He fired up the engine, gave Barbara a wave and motored out of the cove. Barbara watched him leave and then got down to the business of applying baby oil to herself. "I should have had Mark do my back before he left." Barbara thought as she contorted herself to try and oil her back. With sufficient oil applied to Barbara's exposed areas of skin she laid back on her blanket.

"This is so nice, no sounds except for the wind through the trees and the birds." She was totally relaxed. Barbara lay on her back for about 20 min. and then turned over onto her stomach. She was in this position for a short time when she heard a buzzing sound in the distance. Barbara tried to ignore the noise, but it was becoming increasingly louder as if the source was moving closer. The buzzing motor sound was very loud. As Barbara raised her head to look behind her at the cove she was suddenly struck with a stream of water.

The two jet skis had entered the cove at full throttle and pulled a sharp U-turn sending spray on the beach and of course soaking Barbara. Barbara flipped over into a sitting position to see what was going on. There were two young women on the jet skis who had stopped and were idling looking back at Barbara.

"You need to watch what you're doing!" Barbara shouted to the jet ski riders as she stood up, putting her hands on her hips.

"Whoops, I didn't notice anyone on the beach. Did you?" one rider said to the other.

"No, no I didn't see her. She shouldn't get so huffy about it."

The jet ski riders looked at each other and laughed. "Let's give her another dose."

Then as if they had planned this all along, they repeated the maneuver giving Barbara a second unwanted shower. This time soaking her in the face and down her front. Barbara sputtered and wiped the water from her face.

Barbara was now incensed. "Very funny, you brats!"

Laughing even more one jet skier said to the other, "I know that woman, let's go talk to her."

"You think we should? She acts pretty pissed."

"It'll be fine. I can handle this housewife."

Beaching their watercraft, the young ladies dismounted and approached Barbara. Both were wearing string bikinis one flame orange and the other fluorescent blue. As they came closer Barbara recognized one of the jet skiers. Resplendent in flame orange was Kathy Benson. Kathy's companion was another dancer from the Gentleman's Club. Her name was Jenna Myers. Jenna was a caramel skinned, mixed-race beauty. She had long wavy reddish brown hair, Angelina Jolie lips, and almond shaped hazel colored eyes. Jenna had a slender, but very athletic physique. She had a pair of dancer's legs and a firm, very round butt. Jenna was just lacking much in the bust line. What she did have in that area was very firm and perky. Jenna had known Kathy in their college days. With her exotic beauty and superior dancing skills, Jenna was very popular at the Gentleman's Club. She was also a confirmed lesbian.

"It's that sl*t Kathy Benson." Barbara thought to herself as the two bikini-clad dancers approached. Kathy had more than a bit of swagger in her walk. No doubt feeling superior to the blonde soccer mom that she had bested in the boxing ring sometime back. And her triumph over Michelle Smithson, albeit with a great assist from Roxanne Starr, on Main Street. Jenna was taking in Barbara's physical assets in the polka dot bikini and was having some thoughts of her own.

"Well good afternoon to you Mrs. Anderson. Seems as though you've been subjected to an unwanted shower. I am so, so very sorry." Kathy said in the most condescending manner possible.

"Keep your apologies and get off this beach. This area is private and strippers are not allowed." Barbara said as she leaned forward and took a half step closer to Kathy.

"Please Mrs. Anderson, don't get snotty with me. My friend and I have as much right to be on this beach as anyone. And I wouldn't try anything either. I'm sure you or at least housewife ass of yours recalls what happened at the boxing ring." Again Kathy used a very condescending tone.

Looking at her friend, Kathy said "You see Jenna, Maria and I had a gig as ring card girls for a charity boxing match. Mrs. Anderson, here, and her big boobed, fat assed friend Teresa Scalia tried to sabotage us. Unfortunately for those two, Maria and I were more than they could handle."

Turning back to Barbara, Kathy related "That was a lovely white dress you were wearing that night. Pity you couldn't keep it on. And your white lace garter belt and thong. I guess you held onto your garter belt, but lost the thong." Facing Jenna once again Kathy said with more than a trace of sarcasm, "Mrs. Anderson needed to be punished for her interference. She ended up stripped of her dress and over my knee in the center of the ring, getting her ass warmed."

"Really. I am so sorry that I missed that episode. Must've been delightful for both of you." Jenna mocked.

Barbara seethed at being reminded of her debasement at the hands of Kathy Benson. She also intensely resented Kathy relating this story to her friend and her friend's flippant retort.

"I wouldn't be so confident Ms. Benson? I seem to recall Teresa Scalia warming your cute little tush not too long ago at the magic show. How did that feel?" Barbara said defiantly, her anger mounting.

Jenna was taking this all in from a few steps to the rear of Kathy. Actually she was enjoying the trash talking. All the while she was assessing Barbara's physical attributes encased in the polka dot bikini. Jenna looked at Barbara's long, tanned attractive legs. Her eyes lingered at Barbara's pubic mound. Taking in the flair of her hips, Jenna speculated on the fullness of Barbara's derrière. Barbara's belly was flat, the result of her determined workout regimen. Jenna's eyes wandered upward and took in Barbara's bust line. Barbara's bust matched her athletic physique. Barbara stayed in shape but her body still had a womanly quality to it especially in the curve of her hips. Certainly not as large in the boob department as Teresa Scalia or Michelle Smithson, Barbara's breasts were respectable as well as full and firm. Jenna was trying to imagine what they look like sans the bikini top.

Kathy didn't need to be reminded about the magic show and how Teresa had paddled her in front of an audience while bent over a table. And she didn't need to hear it from Barbara Anderson.

"I'm not the least bit overconfident and I don't need to hear from you about anything. Understand?" Kathy said as she poked her finger into Barbara's left shoulder.

"Don't poke me you skank." Barbara said as she grabbed Kathy's wrist. That was all Kathy needed to start something. With her right arm restricted by Barbara, Kathy whipped her left arm around the back of Barbara's head putting her in a headlock. Barbara's right arm was free and she tried to push Kathy away. Kathy maintained a solid hold around Barbara's head and was trying to push her down to the sand.

Jenna stepped over in front of Kathy to offer assistance. Kathy saw her and said "Stay out of this Jenna, I've got this covered." Jenna kept her distance and was content to watch the women grapple.

Failing to break Kathy's hold around her neck, Barbara knew she had to do something. She swung her right leg in front of Kathy's legs and grabbed Kathy around the waist with her right arm. Pivoting her torso and lifting with her right arm, Barbara quite effectively performed a hip toss on Kathy. Kathy lost her balance and heading down to the sand on her back. She would not, however, give up her hold on Barbara. The result was both women falling down on the sand. Kathy on her back with her hold around Barbara's neck still secure. Barbara fell face first across the prone Kathy. Her torso resting at right angles to Kathy's. Barbara quickly scrambled to a kneeling position with her derrière high and her face pressed into Kathy's chest. Barbara's left arm was pinned under Kathy's head. Her right arm was engaged trying to pry Kathy's arm from around her neck. Barbara could do nothing against the headlock Kathy had on her. She could match the strength of the younger woman. Barbara could feel hair with the fingers of her left hand. She gripped as much as she could and pulled.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow you b*tch!" Kathy screamed as Barbara yanked on her hair. Kathy tightened her headlock in retaliation. Barbara's efforts to pry loose from the headlock were in vain. She knew she had to do something on the offensive. She dropped her right hand on to Kathy's belly and tried to scratch. While her hand was going back and forth over Kathy's belly her fingers touched Kathy's bikini bottoms. Grabbing the fabric Barbara pulled with all her might. She got the desired result as the blaze orange fabric of the bikini bottoms dug into Kathy's crotch. Kathy screamed in indignation but would not give up her headlock.

Ever the vigilant observer, Jenna was thoroughly enjoying the view of Barbara's shapely polka dotted butt. Her speculations on the shape of Barbara's derrière were confirmed. Jenna thought Barbara's wedgy tactic was somewhat unsporting. Even though Kathy had told her to stay out, Jenna decided to do an intervention. Plus, what she had in mind for Barbara would be a great deal of fun for Jenna. She trotted up behind Barbara and surveyed the situation. Both Kathy and Barbara were so completely occupied with each other they did not know that Jenna was about to join the fray.

Jenna enjoyed watching Barbara's butt wiggle back and forth as she struggled with Kathy. Jenna bent down and slipped the fingers of both hands inside the leg openings of Barbara's bikini bottom. Barbara was so intent on her struggle with Kathy she didn't even notice that someone was getting their hands into her pants. Jenna hesitated for a moment enjoying the feeling of Barbara's smooth skin on the backs of her fingertips. Then Jenna yanked the fabric straight up into the small of Barbara's back. The effect was instantaneous. The fabric disappeared between the cheeks of Barbara's ass revealing her lovely tan lines. Barbara's butt cheeks were a flawless creamy white. Jenna's eyes grew wide when she saw this.

"Oh my God, my ass!" Barbara mentally screamed. Barbara instinctively spun to her side and reach back with her right hand to relieve the wedgy. Jenna stepped back and allowed the two women to continue. Kathy felt Barbara twist to her side and took immediate advantage. She swung her leg over Barbara's hips and released the headlock. Before Barbara knew it she was flat on her back with Kathy straddling her tummy. Barbara kicked with her legs and tried to fight off Kathy's arms as best she could, but Kathy now had a huge advantage. Kathy got control of Barbara's arms by grasping her wrists. She then slid forward on Barbara's torso and pinned Barbara's arms. Both women were breathing heavily from their combat.

"Now Mrs. Anderson," Kathy said between pants "what are we going to do with you?" Barbara wiggled and squirmed and made a few halfhearted kicks, but it was obvious Kathy had her controlled. Kathy put her knees on Barbara's arms so that she could free up her hands. Kathy needed to adjust her bikini bottoms after Barbara's assault.

"Oh I'm going to pay you back big time for that move Ms. Housewife." Kathy threatened Barbara as she plucked the fabric from her crotch.

"You can go to hell. You leave me alone." Barbara replied.

"No, no, no Barbie. I think the fun is just now going to begin."

With that Kathy got two good handfuls of Barbara's blond hair. Kathy began to stand up while pulling Barbara to her feet. Barbara's hands were free and she could have attempted some slaps at Kathy but instead grabbed Kathy's wrists to lessen pressure on her hair. Kathy had something in mind and was looking around for an implement to accomplish that.

"Kathy" Jenna called. "Bring her over here." Jenna said as she patted the cooler.

Kathy led Barbara by the hair over to the cooler which was resting on a beach blanket.

"What do you think you're going to do to me?" Barbara protested.

"I think we'll start out with something you're very familiar with." Kathy replied.

"Familiar with? What does she mean? Barbara thought. Then it came to her. "Oh my God no. She's going to spank me."

Barbara was now in a panic of anticipation. She was in fear of the pain she would have to endure. She was also fearful of the feelings that's stirred inside her when she had been subjected to spankings in the past. Teresa Scalia, Michelle Smithson, and of course Kathy Benson had all had Barbara over their knee. Barbara had always suppressed the urges that these spankings had conjured. What troubled Barbara the most was that the arousal only occurred when it was another woman paddling her. Or when she had spanked another woman such as Teresa and Michelle. She had been punished in the past by her husband and by Dominic Scalia. Those episodes had only caused her pain and humiliation, but no sexual arousal. It was the hand of another woman that stirred her urges.

Kathy began to lower self to sit on the cooler with the intent of pulling Barbara over her lap. She stopped when she heard Jenna's suggestion.

"Kathy, why don't we bend her over the cooler on her hands and knees?" Jenna suggested.

"Why that's a fine idea Ms. Myers."

"Bend me over the cooler? What are they up to?" Barbara thought. She was sure she would be pulled over Kathy's lap to receive a spanking.

Using Barbara's hair to control her, Kathy forced Barbara to her knees in front of the cooler. Jenna knelt on the opposite side of the cooler. She gently took Barbara's face in her hands and brushed her blond hair from her eyes. Their eyes met.

"Now, now sweetie, let this happen." Jenna said soothingly.

Barbara was somewhat shocked at Jenna's ministrations. Barbara leaned forward and rested her belly on the cooler, her breasts to one side and her ass in the air. Seeing that Jenna had taken control, Kathy got on with the task at hand. Dropping to one knee directly behind Barbara, Kathy got a grip on the polkadot bikini bottoms and swiftly pulled them down.

"Oh, oh" Barbara jerked her head around and gasped as she felt her bottoms coming off.

"Shush, shush now." Jenna comforted as she turned Barbara's face forward to look at her. Strangely, Barbara was reacting to the soothing Jenna.

Barbara's cute tush was now fully exposed. Her bikini bottoms were down to her knees and her white cheeks were available. Kathy rested her left hand on the small of Barbara's back, just above the sacral dimples. Her right hand gently skimmed over the hemisphere of Barbara's right butt cheek. Again Barbara jerked forward and look back over her shoulder and Kathy.

"Now, now look at me, let this happen." Jenna again positioned Barbara's face forward and looked into her eyes. She gently stroked Barbara's cheeks with her thumb.

Kathy's hand moved over Barbara's bottom to her upper right thigh. Then she moved to the left thigh and traced up the thigh and over the curve of Barbara's left buttock. Kathy paused at the left buttock and gave it a squeeze.

Barbara looked deeply into Jenna's eyes tears welling up in her own.

"You seem to be nice. Can't you help me? I don't deserve what she's going to do to me." Barbara was shivering in anticipation of what was to come.

"Well that's very sweet. But no, I won't get you out of your punishment. But I will help you through it."

Barbara dropped her head in resignation. At the same time Kathy laid on the first spank. Barbara jerked her head upward and again looked back at Kathy. Kathy delivered another slap to the other cheek. Barbara gritted her teeth and faced forward. Again Jenna took Barbara's face in her hands and whispered in her ear.

"Accept the pain. Absorb it all over your bottom."

Kathy's spanks were increasing in frequency and force. She would administer four or five blows to one of Barbara's cheeks and then switch to the other. Of course the effect on Barbara's creamy white bottom was a definite change of tone. Her smooth white skin was soon a fiery shade of pink.

"Uh, uh, uh." Barbara grunted with each blow to her bottom. She looked at Jenna with pleading eyes. Jenna caressed her cheeks and again whispered in her ear.

"That's it sweetie, take it all in. Isn't it starting to feel good. Not only on your bottom but other places?" Jenna cooed.

Barbara made no verbal reply. She was starting to feel a tingling in her lower belly. Barbara had these feelings before when she was punished by Teresa and Michelle Smithson. She had never acted on them. But now she was being encouraged by someone she thought might be sympathetic to her. Barbara began to give in. She arched her back presenting her ass to Kathy. Barbara tried to open her legs, but the bikini bottoms at her knees prevented this. Kathy was quick to note Barbara's posture change. She ceased the spanking. Barbara gave a huge sigh of relief and looked at Jenna.

"It isn't over is it?" Barbara asked.

"Do you want it to be sweetie? Jenna replied.

"No" Barbara whispered as she dropped her head.

Jenna looked at Kathy. "She's ready to go a little farther."

Kathy nodded in acknowledgment. She pulled Barbara's bottoms out from under her knees and down over her lower legs and feet. She gave the polka dot bottoms a toss over her shoulder. Unencumbered, Barbara instantly spread her knees and arched her back. Again she turned her head to look back at Kathy. Kathy made a kissing motion with her mouth toward Barbara and then resumed the spanking.

Barbara dropped her head and again grunted with every blow to her cherry red tush. Jenna put a hand under Barbara's chin and gently raised her face.

"You're doing so well." Jenna complemented. Jenna then pressed her lips to Barbara's. Barbara responded by opening her mouth and allowing Jenna's tongue to enter. The two kissed passionately while Kathy rained down spanks on Barbara's butt. Jenna held Barbara's face with her left hand and continued kissing her while her right hand stealthily moved over her back following the string of her bikini top. Her fingers found the bow knot that secured the top and deftly began pulling the string. The knot opened and the strings fell to either side. Between Jenna's passionate kissing and the growing arousal she was feeling from Kathy's punishment of her derrière, Barbara had no idea that her bikini top was being removed. Jenna's right hand found the strap of the top and let it fall over Barbara's shoulder. Now uncovered, Jenna cupped Barbara's left breast. At Jenna's touch, Barbara broke off the kiss.

"Oooooooo." Barbara moaned as she felt her breast being caressed. Jenna gently took Barbara's stiffening nipple between her thumb and index finger and slowly kneaded it. Barbara was giving in to all her feelings and Jenna was a master at reading the signs. Kathy continued her ministrations to Barbara's abused bottom. Barbara was now thrusting her pelvis with each spank. Truth be told Kathy was beginning to tire and her right hand had done yeoman's work. Kathy was experiencing some arousal of her own. It was obvious her nipples were straining against the fabric of her bikini top. She loved the feel of Barbara's butt as she punished her round cheeks. Kathy also was turned on by the fact she had bested the older woman and had made her submit. Kathy looked to Jenna.

"Kathy if you want a break, I'll take it from here."

Kathy knew exactly what Jenna meant. "She's all yours Jenna. I'm going to take a walk in the woods. I'll be back in little while."

Kathy gave Barbara's smoldering bottom a gentle pat and walked away from the pair. Kathy didn't go far. She knew what Jenna was up to and wanted a ringside seat. She took a spot just inside the tree line, but close enough to witness all the action.

Barbara was still over the cooler with her smoldering bottom high in the air. Her hands quickly went back to her punished bottom for some soothing rubs. Jenna stood up guiding Barbara to a kneeling position. Jenna sat down on the cooler. Barbara looked up at her with a few tears in her eyes and a definite flush to her face. Jenna slipped Barbara's bikini top completely off. She was delighted with Barbara's firm perky breasts complete with quarter sized pink areolas and pencil eraser nipples. Of course Barbara's state of arousal had caused her nipples to be at their most erect. Jenna cupped Barbara's face once again and passionately kissed her. Barbara's head fell back as Jenna pressed her mouth to Barbara's. Jenna broke off the kiss and stood up. She moved the cooler off the blanket to make room for them to lie down. Jenna guided Barbara to her back. She kissed her mouth once again and then her neck. With light kisses Jenna worked her way down to Barbara's breast. She made dainty kisses around Barbara's left nipple then flicked it with her tongue. Taking the rock hard nipple in her mouth Jenna gently suckled.

Barbara was beginning to lose control of her self. She thrust her chest upward when Jenna took the nipple in her mouth and she was continuing her pelvic thrusts. While sucking on Barbara's nipple, Jenna's right hand was beginning to roam. Her fingertips traced over Barbara's belly and past her navel. Sensing a small growth of pubic hair, Jenna knew she was close to her target. Jenna's fingers found the folds of Barbara's pussy. Her middle finger slip between the lips and was greeted with an abundant wetness. Jenna began a slow, rhythmic massage of Barbara's pussy. Barbara was now completely lost in her reverie. At Jenna's first touch Barbara opened her legs wide. Jenna released Barbara's left nipple from her mouth and once again fervently kissed her. Barbara's hands, which had been on Jenna's shoulders, now cradled her head. Jenna again kissed her way from Barbara's mouth down over her neck and found the nipple of her right breast. Flicking the hard nipple with her tongue, Jenna suckled. Barbara's hands traveled from Jenna's head to her shoulders and down her sides with a stroking motion. Jenna was doing some stroking of her own with her attention to Barbara's increasingly damp pussy.

Jenna released Barbara's nipple with a popping sound and knelt beside Barbara. Barbara's right hand was resting on Jenna's hip. Barbara raised her hand and slid her fingers under the cup of Jenna's bright blue bikini top. Her fingers found Jenna's hard nipple and gently tweaked it. Barbara then placed both hands on Jenna shoulders and pulled her close. This time Barbara initiated the kissing. As she kissed the younger woman, Barbara found the tie to Jenna's top across her back. She released the knot then searched for the tie at the back of Jenna's neck. Barbara pulled the string of that tie and Jenna's top was released. Barbara then broke off the kiss and gently pushed Jenna away from her. As Jenna moved back her top fell off revealing her small, but very firm breasts. Barbara gazed at what could best be described as Jenna's very small, dark brown, Hershey kiss nipples. Barbara cupped both breasts and caressed Jenna's nipples. Jenna had a slight flinch when Barbara first touched her very sensitive breasts. It was now Jenna's turn to become aroused. Jenna flushed and her breathing increased in tempo. As her arousal grew so did the intensity of the petting she was giving to Barbara's pussy.

Barbara laid back as she endured Jenna's petting. Barbara pulled her knees back and spread them wide with her feet flat on the blanket giving Jenna full access. Her left hand gripped the blanket tightly while her right hand slipped from Jenna's waist down to her bottom. Barbara rhythmically squeezed Jenna's firm derrière. Barbara's breathing was rapid and she was getting very close to an orgasm. A sly smile crossed Jenna's face as she witnessed the effects she was having on the very responsive soccer mom. And she was enjoying Barbara's massage of her butt. Jenna increased the tempo of her petting and slipped a finger into Barbara's dripping slit.

"Oh God!" Barbara moaned as she felt Jenna enter her. Barbara's hips bucked in time with Jenna's strokes. Suddenly Jenna stopped. Barbara's hands flew to hold Jenna's hand on her pussy.

"Not just yet, sweetie. We'll get there, trust me." Jenna assured Barbara. "Now turn over on your tummy like a good girl." Jenna placed her hands on Barbara's hips to guide her. When Barbara was in position Jenna moved behind her keeping her hands on Barbara's hips. Jenna wanted to take in the full view of Barbara's round bottom. The tan lines on Barbara's ass were still definitive, but the white areas were still cherry red and a faint outline of a handprint could be seen on the right cheek. Undoubtedly the last spank delivered by Kathy. Jenna soothingly rubbed her hands over Barbara's inflamed bottom.

"Oh honey you do have a sweet bottom. So firm and round. And for the moment so red."

Barbara again moaned softly. Jenna then administered some light kisses to Barbara's red cheeks. Barbara reacted by raising her hips and spreading her knees. Jenna kissed her way over the sphere of Barbara's ass working her way to her upper thighs. Alternately kissing each thigh, Jenna centered on her target. Lightly kissing the labia, Jenna then began to use her tongue. With one hand on each of Barbara's cheeks, Jenna began licking Barbara in earnest. Up one side and down the other Jenna tongued Barbara. Jenna split Barbara's labia with her tongue and then found her clit. Barbara moaned loudly and took a hard grip on the blanket. She pushed her hips back into Jenna's face. Jenna's tongue was rapidly flicking Barbara's sensitive area. Barbara's bucking hips suddenly stopped and her entire body became rigid. Bursting forth with a primal grunt and falling forward flat on the blanket Barbara announced the arrival of her orgasm. Jenna had a smile of satisfaction as she looked at the vanquished Barbara Anderson panting for air completely limp on the beach blanket. Her body quivering and her red bottom sporting some newly arrived goose pimples.

Jenna bent over and planted a kiss on each of Barbara's buttocks. Barbara slowly turned over and raised to a sitting position. She reached out and put her hand on Jenna's neck and drew her close. Barbara kissed Jenna fervently. Jenna stretched out next to Barbara on the blanket. Barbara kissed Jenna's mouth one more time then broke off to explore new territory. Barbara was fascinated with Jenna's tiny nipples. Her mouth soon found them. Jenna gasped as Barbara's tongue swirled around the tiny rock-hard bud. Barbara gave a quick lick and suck to Jenna's other nipple and then proceeded to more serious matters. Acting very directly, Barbara positioned herself between Jenna's legs. Barbara first pulled the string at Jenna's right hip then repeated the process at her left hip. She then delicately lowered the front panel by the strings revealing Jenna's pubic area. With one hand on the inside of each knee, Barbara spread Jenna's legs and got her first view of the young dancer's clean-shaven pubic area. Forgoing any preliminary thigh kissing, Barbara dove right in. She spread Jenna's labia with her left hand and commenced some serious pussy eating.

"Oh my, my sweetie. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you've done this before." Jenna whispered.

What Jenna didn't know was that Barbara had indeed acquired some experience with the art of cunnilingus. Her single previous encounter was with Teresa Scalia at the Community Theater. A total set up courtesy of Roxanne Starr.

Barbara continued working her tongue on Jenna's increasingly wet pussy. With her labia spread, Jenna's clit was exposed and Barbara went to work on it.

All the while Kathy Benson was enjoying the show from a good vantage point. She watched with great interest as Jenna and Barbara switched positions. Jenna on her back, propped up on her elbows with her knees up and spread wide. And Barbara on hands and knees with her still glowing red bottom high in the air and her face buried in Jenna's crotch. Kathy's right hand was down the front of her bikini bottoms doing some self pleasuring. Kathy was not a lesbian and probably not even a switch hitter, although Jenna tried her best to recruit her while they were in college. Kathy did enjoy watching Jenna's masterful work and it was a source of erotic pleasure for her.

Feverishly working her tongue on Jenna's bud, Barbara had an idea. She recalled a technique that her husband had used during one of their more steamy sexual encounters. Barbara's right hand had been resting on the inside of Jenna's thigh. Briefly stopping the tongue lashing she was giving Jenna, Barbara lubricated her middle finger with her mouth. She then went back to licking Jenna's clit while slowly working her finger into her pussy. Barbara's finger worked back and forth in Jenna's pussy searching for something.

"Oh sweet Jesus you found it!" Jenna cried out as Barbara's middle finger located the G spot. Jenna's hips bucked as Barbara increased the intensity of her oral attentions as well as her massage of Jenna's special area. After a mere 20 seconds Jenna went flat on her back tightly gripping the blanket.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Jenna groaned as her hips bucked wildly against Barbara's face. Barbara knew Jenna had climaxed. However she did not stop her attentions to Jenna's private area. She soon had Jenna on the way to another earth shattering orgasm. Jenna's hips bucked wildly and Barbara had to bring her back to earth with her left arm over Jenna's hips.

"Okay, okay, okay, please that's enough!" Jenna demanded as she somewhat forcefully pushed Barbara's face away from her crotch. Barbara was pleased with the work she had done and she betrayed her feelings with a slight smile. She moved from between Jenna's legs and lay next to her. Sweet kisses from both women to each other followed with a bit of cuddling.

"Mrs. Anderson you are full of surprises." Jenna said coyly.

"I just thought I should repay the favor, quid pro quo so to speak or more properly tit-for-tat." Barbara replied.

"Well you certainly accomplished that." Jenna said. "By the way how's that luscious bottom of yours doing?"

Barbara rolled to her side and looked back over her shoulder to survey her punished derrière. The untanned areas of her butt were still glowing and there was still some red tinge on the tanned areas that Kathy had applied some spanks.

"I'm still feeling the effects from what Kathy did. I suppose I'll have to be especially careful when I sit." Barbara said.

"Poor, poor sweetie. Let me see if I can help." said Jenna very sympathetically.

Jenna sincerely wanted to soothe Barbara's assaulted bottom. She also had an ulterior motive. She loved the blonde soccer mom's round bottom and wanted one more opportunity at it.

"Turn over sweetie on hands and knees." Jenna directed.

Barbara wondered what she was up to, but at this point in the game she was up for anything. Barbara rolled onto her tummy and assumed the position Jenna requested.

Jenna began by gently caressing Barbara's ass. One hand on each cheek she worked from the top of the tan line down over the round hemispheres to the gluteal fold. Up and down Jenna slowly and sensually massaged Barbara's firm butt. Barbara was slowly feeling another round of arousal building. She looked back and caught Jenna's eye.

"Do you like this sweetie?"

"Yes, yes it's wonderful."

Jenna smiled with satisfaction and decided to up the ante. Her fingers began to explore deeper in the space between Barbara's cheeks. Jenna was working her thumbs deeper and deeper into the cleavage of Barbara's derrière.

Barbara let out a huge sigh and dropped from her hands to her elbows, pushing her ass even higher. Jenna took this as a sign to proceed further. She started licking Barbara's pussy from her clit to the opposite end. With each lick she strayed a little further from the pussy upward towards Barbara's anus. Spreading wide Barbara's butt cheeks with her hands, Jenna's tongue began its assault on the soccer mom's puckered rosebud.

"Oh shit, shit, shit! What are you doing? Barbara said as she looked back at Jenna.

"Something you'll really enjoy my dear. Now reach back with both hands and pull your bottom open for me."

Barbour did as commanded. She went down to one shoulder and moved her hands to her bottom. With one hand clenching each cheek, Barbara spread her ass.

"Delightful" Jenna whispered.

Jenna rested her hands atop Barbara's and continued her oral stimulation. Barbara was beginning to build toward something as her increasing moans verified. Sensing that Barbara was ready for the coup de grace, Jenna licked her right thumb and began intensely licking and sucking on Barbara's clit. Jenna stealthily worked her thumb to Barbara's rosebud. With a gentle circling motion, Jenna found the opening.

"Oh Jesus, oh Christ, fuck, fuck, fuck!!" cried Barbara as the intense orgasmic waves came over her. Barbara's arms slipped off her ass and slapped the beach blanket hard. She nearly fell forward, but Jenna held her in her place with a hand on her hip.

Jenna knew she had achieved her goal when she felt Barbara's sphincter contract several times on her thumb as she came. Jenna gave Barbara's clit a final flick of the tongue and slowly extracted her thumb. Barbara laid down flat on her stomach trying to catch her breath. Jenna bent over and gave each of Barbara's butt cheeks a light kiss. She then laid on her side next to the completely exhausted blonde housewife.

Propping her head up with her arm while laying on her side, Jenna inquired of Barbara "Did you like that?"

Barbara turned her head and looked at the caramel skinned dancer. She was still breathing hard and her face was intensely blushed.

"I have never had an experience like that in my life." Barbara reached over to Jenna and pulled her in for a long kiss.

Breaking off the kiss, Jenna gently stroked Barbara's cheek the back of her hand. "That's good sweetie." Looking towards the tree line at the edge of the beach Jenna called out. "Hey Kathy, have you seen enough?"

"I should say I certainly have." Kathy called back as she walked out from between the trees.

"You don't mean she's been watching us?" Barbara asked Jenna incredulously.

"Oh I'm sure she has the entire time. Now Kathy isn't one, shall we say, to be an active participant. But she does enjoy watching." Jenna explained with a gleam in her eye.

Barbara couldn't believe it. She sat up and covered her face with her hands. "First she beats me in a fight, then strips me and spanks me. And if that isn't enough she watches while I open myself up to another woman." Barbara thought.

Kathy approached the two lovers and Jenna made an observation.

"Sweetie, look at me."

Barbara lowered her hands and looked Jenna in the eye. Her face was now even more flushed than before. Not caused by her encounter with Jenna, caused by her almost complete humiliation.

"Look at the front of Kathy's bikini bottom." Jenna said with a giggle.

Kathy was now only a few steps away and Barbara did as Jenna asked. What she saw and what Jenna saw was a rather large wet spot centered on Kathy Benson's blaze orange crotch.

"Why Ms. Benson, I do believe you did enjoy yourself back there in the trees." Jenna teased.

"I suppose I did, what do you mean?" Kathy replied.

"Oh well, perhaps you should check your attire." Jenna said nonchalantly.

"What about my attire?" Kathy asked as she looked down on herself. She immediately saw the wet spot Jenna had been referring to. "Oh shit!" Kathy exclaimed as she quickly covered the front of her crotch with her hand.

Jenna laughed as she retrieved her bikini and put it back on.

"Kathy I think it's time we got out of here. What do you think?"

"I agree. Our work here is finished." Kathy stepped closer to Barbara was still sitting on the blanket. "Mrs. Anderson it's been a pleasure blistering your ass. An even greater pleasure was watching you get the works from my dear friend Jenna. I had no idea a housewife could be so responsive."

Kathy gave Barbara the most condescending pat on the head and walked towards the water and her jet ski. Barbara jerked her head away from Kathy's touch.

"Well Mrs. Anderson this is where we part company. I did so enjoy meeting you and I think you had a fulfilling time as well. If you want to play again sometime, you can find me at the Gentleman's Club."

With that Jenna roughly took Barbara's face in her hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. Breaking the kiss Jenna said "Take good care of your sweet ass."

Barbara watched Jenna walk away with a hip swinging confident gait. Both girls pushed their machines off the beach and started the engines. Jenna gave Barbara a farewell wave and they both roared out of the Cove and into the main body of the lake.

Barbara laid back on her blanket and mentally went through the events of the day. She certainly had experienced things she had never felt before. She had given in to urges she had suppressed for a number of years. As she lay in the warm sun Barbara traced her body with her fingertips. She lightly touched her nipples and belly. Hesitating for a second she cupped her crotch. The warmth of the sun combined with the afterglow of her session with Jenna caused Barbara to completely relax and she slipped into a deep sleep. Barbara dozed for nearly 45 min. when her rest was interrupted by some low-frequency sounds. She slowly came awake. Rubbing her eyes Barbara looked around for the source of the sound. It was the engine sound of a large pontoon boat entering the Cove. Barbara sat up to get a better view when she realized that the pontoon boat that was nearly to the beach was owned by the Scalias.

"Oh no! What are they doing here." Barbara thought. Barbara began to stand when she made a critical observation. She was still naked.

"God, I've got to find my suit. Where the hell did it end up?" Barbara began a frantic search for the green polkadot ensemble. She quickly found the top and slipped it on securing the tie in the back. But she couldn't find the bottoms. Barbara picked up the blanket and shook it out but found nothing. She picked up the picnic basket and looked under it, again with no success. Her last hope was the cooler. Grabbing the handle she pulled the cooler a couple feet over the sand and found her bikini bottoms. With great haste Barbara shook the sand out of the bottoms. She quickly poked her feet through the leg openings and pulled the bottoms up over her thighs. Barbara jumped when the fabric rubbed her still glowing butt. She gingerly managed to get the bottoms up and over and in proper position.

Dominic Scalia was at the helm of the pontoon boat. Of course accompanying him was his wife Teresa and their guest for a day of boating the strawberry blond middle school principal Michelle Smithson.

"There's somebody on the beach." Teresa told Dominic. "I would've imagined we'd be by ourselves. But how did they get here there aren't any other boats on the beach.

Michelle was at the bow of the pontoon boat and was observing the scrambling activity on the beach. As they drew closer Michelle recognized the scurrying figure.

"Teresa, come here." Michelle requested. She wanted Teresa away from her husband when she gave her the news. "Look at that blond over there. Think you can tell me who she is?" Michelle said slyly.

Teresa took a good long look. She turned to Michelle with an evil grin. "I do believe that is our good friend Mrs. Barbara Anderson. All alone on the beach."

Michelle returned Teresa's grin with one of her own and equally wicked. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Oh I always have a few ideas in mind when it comes to Blondie Barbie."

Dominic skillfully beached the pontoon boat about 50 yards from Barbara. Teresa and Michelle disembarked quickly and immediately started towards Barbara.

"Michelle and I are going to take a walk. See you after while."

"Okay fine, that looks like Barbara Anderson over there. I hope you're just going to go over and say hello and nothing else Teresa." Dominic said with more than a touch of authority in his voice.

"Yes Dominic that's all were going to do is say hello." Teresa replied. Of course if she got the chance that statement would turn out to be a boldface lie.

Barbara could see the two women coming down the beach toward her. Teresa in a black two-piece bathing suit. Michelle was wearing a loud hot pink bikini. Neither woman was wearing a cover-up. Barbara was really beginning to worry. Her two biggest enemies were approaching and she had absolutely no help in sight. She also knew that given the previous events of the day, there was no way she could endure any punishment at the hands of Teresa and Michelle. Barbara thought that one-on-one she could possibly hold her own but with the two of them ganging up on her she was doomed. Barbara made a show of straightening up her area. She shook the sand off the blanket and arranged the picnic basket and cooler. She went to sit in one of the chairs, but when her bottom met the plastic of the seat she rapidly returned to standing. Barbara rubbed her still smoldering bottom.

"Hello Barbara, lovely day isn't? Seems strange you're here all by yourself." Teresa commented.

Barbara swiftly put her hands to her side and ceased rubbing her throbbing butt. She did want Teresa and Michelle have any clue that she was suffering some distress.

"I'm here with Mark. He should be back in a minute." Barbara replied.

Taking an aggressive step forward Michelle Smithson thrust out her chest. "You know Mrs. Anderson, I felt it was my duty to tell Teresa all about how you shanghaied her dress at the magic show. That was a very bad thing to do."

"I didn't shanghai anything Michelle." Barbara said.

"So you deny that you held on Teresa's dress when I wanted to return to her while she was on that stage?" Michelle asked.

"Yes Barbie I'd like to hear your answer." said Teresa.

Barbara was now in serious hot water. It was common knowledge she had intercepted Teresa's dress when Kathy Benson divested her of it leaving Teresa standing on stage in her bra and panties. Michelle had tried to get it from Barbara, but Barbara held fast the dress. She was having too much fun watching Teresa being humiliated by the younger stripper.

"Yes I did have your dress and I did return it to you. Why are you mad at me? It was Kathy Benson that pulled your dress off. I'd say you made a serious strategic blunder wearing a dress that had a collar to hem zipper. Or do you always base your fashion selections on easy access?"

"Say what you want Blondie. I have much more faith in what Michelle has told me than any lame excuse you come up with." Teresa retorted. "And I think it's time that I returned the favor."

Barbara's mind was racing "They are going to start something with me. I don't know what I can do. There's no place to run to. I doubt if I can rely on Dominic to protect me."

Barbara took a defensive posture and prepared to meet her foes. Both Michelle and Teresa took a step towards Barbara when they heard a loud engine roar. Mark Anderson came roaring into the cove. Throttling back just before the bow met the sand, Mark adroitly beached his craft. Mark jumped off the bow and approached the three women.

"Well good afternoon ladies. How are you this fine day? Mark said trying to make conversation and completely unaware of what was about to happen to his wife.

"We're just having a lovely time. Aren't we Teresa?" Michelle said to Mark.

"Yes we are. And we were going to include your lovely wife in our fun." Teresa said sweetly.

Barbara took full advantage of the opportunity that was offered. She quickly gathered her things. Shaking out the beach blanket and folding it. She stacked the chairs and carry them to the bow of their boat. Mark was puzzled.

"What are you doing? Do you want to leave now? Mark inquired.

"Yes I've got enough sun for today and I'd like to go home."

"I'd like to stay a little longer and maybe take Dominic out for a run."

Barbara walked up to Mark and with her face a few inches from his she said through clenched teeth "I want to leave now. Please."

This time Mark Anderson got the message. Their items were quickly loaded. Teresa and Michelle were making some observations on Barbara's physical appearance and behavior in general while she and Mark stowed their gear. They were especially fixated on Barbara's derrière.

Mark pushed the boat off the sand and climbed over the bow to the cockpit. "Some other time perhaps." he called out to Teresa and Michelle.

Teresa called back "Oh we can barely wait for the next time. Can't we Michelle?"

"We look forward to it. I hope it's very soon."

The true meaning of these statements were not lost on Barbara. She knew what those two really meant and would have to be on her guard. Mark turned the boat to open water and throttled up. Barbara looked back at her two foes from the departing boat. Seeing Barbara looking back at them, both Michelle and Teresa gave her a mocking wave. Barbara swiftly turned around and faced forward.

As the Anderson's cigarette boat motored out of sight, Teresa pondered a few things.

"Michelle, did you notice something a little strange about Barbara?"

"Well she certainly was nervous. But I think there is something else. She was really scrambling around when we first came into the cove. I would almost guess that she was either topless or completely nude."

Teresa thought for a moment then said "I think you're onto something there. But there were other things. Did you notice her hair? It was really out of sorts. And her face. I swear she was blushing. I'm sure it wasn't the effects of the sun, but a blush."

"There was one other thing. I don't know if you noticed it or not. I'm almost embarrassed to mention this. But when she had her back to us did you see how red the skin of her ass was that wasn't covered by her bottoms?" Michelle observed.

"Yes, exactly! I saw the same thing. Makes me wonder what's been going on with her today. She's here by herself and her husband is off running his boat up and down the lake. We didn't see any other boats just those two girls on the jet skis. We didn't get that close to them, but the one in the orange suit looked familiar."

"Yes she did look familiar." Michelle thought for a moment then the hundred watt light bulb lit up. "Teresa do you know who that was in the orange bikini? I'm almost sure it was that little b*tch Kathy Benson."

"My God Michelle I think you're right. Do you suppose Kathy and her friend caught Barbara all alone on this beach? If they did I would have loved to see what went on."

"Ha, ha I bet that's what happened. That would explain how she looked. And it would also explain why she wanted to beat feet out of here when her husband showed up. There was more going on than her being afraid of us."

"The feeling I'm getting is that our lovely Ms. Barbara did get ambushed. And I think Kathy and her compadre did apply some punishment. But I still get the feeling, and this is pure speculation, that Barbie got more than just a tail warming." Teresa postulated.

"Well Teresa my dear, we'll just have to ask Mrs. Anderson about her day at the beach the next time we meet. I'm sure it will be most interesting."

"Michelle that will be a most interesting conversation. The question is when will we have that conversation?"

At that statement both ladies had a hearty and very wicked laugh. They linked arms and walked back to the pontoon boat to enjoy their day.

First off, a tip of the cap and sincere thanks to very9look for the story idea. It was just what I needed to get going. I did make a slight change to the cast of characters. Hope you don't mind very9look.

Another thing that got me inspired was a youtube video of jello wrestling. Now I will say that most of these jello, mud, oil, cole slaw wrestling vids of giggling girls rolling around don't do much for me. By chance I stumbled on this particular vid where the girls were actually pissed. No blows were thrown, but the hair pulling was real. It was a classic blonde vs. brunette. The blonde got the better of her opponent and made a move on her bikini top. The brunette defended well until the blonde feels around the brunette's back for the tie to her top. She grabs it and intentionally pulls the knot loose. The brunette then tries to cover up with her arms allowing the blonde to push her to a face down squatting position. Then the blonde swings her leg over the brunette's neck and rides the back of her head and neck, grinding on it. The brunette slides backwards out of the hold while the blonde splashes some jello in her face. Words are exchanged and the brunette makes a grab for the blonde's top. She's unsuccessful and they lock up again. At this point they stop the match. Why, I don't know. There was nothing going on that didn't happen earlier.

Why do I like this? 1.It's a hair pulling catfight, not a ghetto punch out and not a "lets get drunk and roll around" romp. 2.The calculation of the blonde, who is dominating, to humiliate the brunette.

Here's the link:www.youtube.com/watch?v=96TfA_yjZUM

Teresa Scalia: Slip Sliding Away

For the past couple of years, Roxanne Starr had diligently worked to become accepted as a legitimate businesswoman in the community. Being the owner of a somewhat notorious bar and strip club did not ingratiate her with the other business owners. However, when Roxanne opened the lingerie shop in the main street retail district, the other merchants could not ignore her presence. Roxanne became active in the Junior Chamber of Commerce and participated in their activities.

The Jaycees hosted an annual Fun Days event to raise money for the various local charities. The event had a history of success, but in recent years attendance had been lacking and the amount of donations had correspondingly decreased. The Jaycees were meeting to plan this year's event. Roxanne attended the meeting and listened carefully to the discussion. She soon determined that this year's event would not include anything that had not been done in the past. And she also took note of the members bemoaning the fact that their event was not generating the interest it once had. Roxanne had an idea and decided to present it to the members.

"I've got an idea. Now before any of you make up your minds, hear me out. Fun Days has been lagging and the numbers are there to prove it. We need something to put new life into the event. The data also shows that we have an untapped demographic that does not attend this event. Namely, the male of the species."

"Roxanne, surely you're not proposing we have some of your "dancers" perform at Fun Days?" asked a bemused fellow Jaycee.

"I think we could do something very PG rated. What I have in mind is an oil wrestling venue. No violence, no serious competition, just the girls sliding around in a pool of salad oil. The girls will all know each other and will have everything planned out prior to the matches. We already have a liquor license so we can sell beer at the venue. What do you think?" Roxanne asked.

There was a long silence while the membership pondered Roxanne's proposal. Then one member spoke up.

"You know, this could work. Of course, it will turn off some of the female population, but as Roxanne pointed out to us, they haven't been supporting this event in the last few years. If we want this to continue we need to truly think outside the box and attract a different audience."

A lengthy discussion followed with some dissension and some agreement in the membership. A consensus was finally reached and Roxanne was given the go-ahead to put on the oil wrestling show.

"Thank you, I'm sure this will be a great addition to our fundraising effort," said Roxanne.

Roxanne went to work planning the event with great hopes that it would be a success.

Fast forward several weeks and the Fun Days event is taking place. The location is the Central Park of the town. The oil wrestling show is scheduled to go on in the early evening. Portable light towers have been brought in to illuminate the ring. Bleachers were set up on three sides of the inflatable 12 ft. by 12 ft. ring. The brightly colored vinyl ring had an inflated 2 ft. curb to contain the oil and the contestants. The front row of the bleachers was quite close to the ring. In fact, there was just enough room to walk between the ring curb in the first row of seats.

It was time for the show to begin and Roxanne gave some final instructions to her contestants. All of which were recruited from either the Gentleman's Club or Roxanne's lingerie shop.

"All right ladies we all know what to do. I'll keep track of time for the matches and you all know the order. Right? Maria and Jenna will be the third and final match. Remember now, no wardrobe malfunctions, no dirty fighting just slip and slide around and have fun. Okay?" Roxanne asked.

The two ladies in the final match were two of Roxanne's most trusted employees. Maria Ramirez and Jenna Myers. Maria has had a long history of dealings with both Teresa Scalia and Barbara Anderson while Jenna, not too long ago, had a most satisfying encounter with Barbara.

The girls all nodded in agreement and were giggling in anticipation. Roxanne gave the ring announcer a card with the girl's names and the pairings. As she looked around the venue she was pleased to see that the bleachers were filling up with the exact demographic she had hoped to attract. Roxanne was also surprised to see several women and couples in the audience.

The ring announcer introduced the first match and Roxanne took her seat in the center of the front row so she could monitor the action, hand out towels for oil soaked eyes, and keep time of the rounds.

Dominick and Teresa Scalia arrived shortly after the first match had started. Teresa was dressed in floral print A line dress. Predominately blue, the sleeveless dress featured a snuggly fitted bodice and V-shaped neckline that revealed just a hint of Teresa's ample cleavage. Gathered at the waist, the skirt flared from the hips to a length just above the knee. On her feet were pair of wedge sandals. Teresa's brown hair was worn loosely just below the shoulders. The couple slipped onto a bench of one of the side bleachers. Taking in the action in the ring, Teresa was somewhat skeptical.

"Well the Jaycees have certainly come up with something new for this year" Dominic said to Teresa.

"I'd like to know who came up with the idea. I think it's demeaning that this town will turn out for an event featuring women rolling around in oil," Teresa replied. Dominic gave Teresa a skeptical look as he recalled some of the public exhibitions his dear wife had participated in.

Despite Teresa's opinion, the wrestling matches were very well received. The audience enjoyed watching the girls slip around on the oil covered vinyl. Their clumsy grappling moves and comic falls were a hit.

At the other side of the bleacher section Mark and Barbara Anderson had found seats. For this summer evening’s entertainment, Barbara chose to wear a very snug pair of hip hugging, white Capri pants. Her outfit was completed by an equally snug short-sleeved black knit top with a scoop back and neck that featured a full-length front zipper. Barbara chose a pair of simple black flats for her footwear. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Mark was watching the action intently and laughing at the antics. Barbara was more reserved. Her opinion of the entertainment was much the same as Teresa's.

"I'm glad you're thoroughly enjoying this," Barbara said to Mark somewhat sarcastically.

"Yes I am. Is there a reason I shouldn't? " questioned Mark.

"I just think it's not very dignified to have an exhibition of women rolling around in oil. That's all," replied Barbara.

"You, of all people, don't think it's dignified? Please Barbara give me a break."

In due course the first two matches finished up and it was time for the main event. The ring announcer took a position in front of the audience and began his announcements.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, introducing the contestants for our final match of the evening. Entering the ring first, please welcome Maria Ramirez."

Dominic looked at Teresa and smirked "Aren't you acquainted with this young lady Teresa?"

Teresa thought for a moment as memories of her past encounters with Maria came flooding back. Their scrap at the boxing ring with Teresa ending up over Maria's lap having her bare bottom punished, their meeting in the private suite at the garden show, and finally Teresa getting the best of Maria and returning the spanking at the Hoedown.

"Yes Dominic, you don't have to remind me about Ms. Ramirez" Teresa replied curtly.

Cheers and applause greeted Maria as she stepped from behind the bleachers to the ring curb. Covered in a dark red satin ring robe, Maria acknowledged the accolades and slowly slipped off the robe. Underneath she was wearing dark red boy shorts and matching sports bra. While not particularly revealing Maria's outfit did nothing to hide her abundant curves. Maria did a pirouette with her arms raised and then stepped over the curb into the ring.

"Maria's opponent for the evening will be Jenna Myers".

Barbara audibly gasped and her mouth fell open when she saw Jenna. She too had memories that came flooding back. Namely the encounter on the beach with Kathy Benson and Jenna. Other than the three principal ladies, no one else had knowledge of what went on that day. Although Teresa and Michelle Smithson arrived late on the scene they may have deduced that something risqué had taken place that day.

"What is it" Mark asked reacting to Barbara's apparent shock?

Coming back to reality, Barbara composed herself. "Oh, it's nothing I just got a little chill."

"That's funny I didn't feel anything, but it seems you did." Mark observed "You've got goose bumps on your arms and, don't look now my dear, I think your high beams are on."

"High beams?" Barbara said looking at Mark. Mark grinned and nodded a response. Then looked down at Barbara's chest. Barbara followed Mark's gaze and discovered to her embarrassment that her nipples were straining against the fabric of her blouse. "Oh, oh!" Barbara exclaimed as she quickly covered up with her arms. Of course, it was the intense memories Barbara had of her time with Jenna on the beach that stirred the response.

Jenna entered the ring area waving to the crowd. Her long, wavy brown hair bouncing on her shoulders. Jenna had a navy-blue ring robe covering her. When she reached her corner, Jenna removed the robe with a flourish revealing a matching navy blue two-piece outfit similar to Maria's. Not nearly as busty as Maria, Jenna displayed an athletic physique, strong dancer's legs, and a very cute bubble butt.

Purely by coincidence, Teresa and Barbara were seated at opposite ends of the same bleachers set. And Roxanne Starr was seated front row center of the same section. All three were unaware of each other's presence.

Maria and Jenna shook hands in the center of the ring and commenced their match. After a few seconds of grappling both lost their balance and fell to the well lubricated ring mat. Both women were laughing heartily as they rolled in the oil. Roxanne enthusiastically cheered them on as did the audience. Teresa and Barbara were not having nearly as much fun as their husbands or the other members of the audience. At the end of the first round they decided, independently of each other but nonetheless completely simultaneously, to leave the area.

"Dominic I've seen enough of this. I'll meet you at the car later." Teresa said as she got up to leave.

Dominic replied "Fine, see you in about half an hour or so."

Teresa tried to exit through the aisle that she had used to enter the venue. Because the bleachers were completely full, spectators had crowded into the aisle making it impossible for her to exit that way.

"Stupid people," Teresa muttered under her breath. Her path blocked, Teresa walked to the front of the bleachers, took a right turn and started down aisle way between the ring and the front row to seek another exit.

"Mark I'm going to the car. There's nothing here I want to see." Barbara said as she rose from her seat.

Without looking away from the oil soaked grapplers Mark replied "Okay, fine with me. I'll see you later."

"Well, you bet you'll see me later mister," a simmering Barbara thought to herself. Barbara stepped off the end of the bleacher and tried exit as had Teresa, but found her path blocked. "Maybe if I walk down the front I can find a way out of here," Barbara thought. She started down the front aisle way, staring at Jenna the entire time. Teresa was approaching from the opposite direction. Her attention was riveted on Maria Ramirez as she traversed the narrow path and not on what was in front of her. The pathway between the front row and the ring curb was barely wide enough for one person. Of course, the inevitable happened. Teresa and Barbara met in the middle of the front row directly in front of Roxanne. Neither woman watching where they were going which caused them to bump each other vigorously. Both looked up at the collision and both were incredulous at who they had literally run into. Quick on the trigger, Teresa was the first to speak.

"Watch where you're going, clumsy."

"I'd give you the same advice Teresa. What were you doing? Checking out your Latin girlfriend there? I'm told you and she had some very good times," Barbara snidely replied.

Teresa seethed at Barbara's allusion to her and Maria's past. Teresa took a long look at Jenna and saw something familiar. "Speaking of girlfriends, Barbie. That caramel skinned wrestler certainly looks familiar. I do believe I saw her and that Kathy Benson leaving the cove on jet skis that day Michelle and I surprised you. We always wondered what we missed out on that day. You know Barbara, you don't hide it well. Your face was very flushed and, as I hate to bring this up, your tush was glowing and it wasn't from the sun. So, tell me, what really went on?"

Literally seated ringside, Roxanne had to cover her mouth to stifle an out loud laugh at seeing these two verbally spar. Roxanne had gotten the best of both Teresa and Barbara on previous occasions and enjoyed seeing the conflict between those two. In the ring, Maria and Jenna were between rounds and looked to Roxanne for a cue to continue. That's when they saw Teresa and Barbara arguing.

Maria observed "Well look who showed up tonight, Teresa Scalia and..."

"Barbara Anderson" Jenna said finishing Maria's sentence.

"You know Barbara Anderson?" Maria asked.

"Oh yes, she and I met a couple months ago out on the lake," Jenna replied somewhat wistfully. "Who's the brunette with the big rack?"

"That woman, my dear Jenna, is one Mrs. Teresa Scalia. With whom I am intimately acquainted."

Jenna had heard some of the stories told around the Gentleman's Club about Mrs. Scalia. Kathy Benson had filled her in on several incidents. The latest when Kathy was humiliated by Teresa at the Magic Show performance.

Teresa's crack about what went on at the cove was more than Barbara could take.

"Teresa I'm not going to listen to any more of your insulting lies. Now if you'll excuse me I'd like to get by."

Barbara attempted to step around Teresa. Barbara's back was to the bleachers and Teresa's back was to the ring, her legs firmly against the inflatable curb. Barbara raised her right arm to try and put some distance between her and Teresa. Teresa resented the intrusion into her personal space and put her hands on Barbara's arm. Barbara felt the pressure on her arm and thought Teresa was trying to start something. Barbara pushed back against Teresa. Although it really wasn't that forceful push, Teresa's feet were immobile and she could not take a step to maintain her balance. Letting out a whoop with arms waving in the air, Teresa fell backwards over the curb and into the oil slick ring. Her legs flew up as she landed flat on her back. With her legs still pointing skyward, Teresa's momentum caused her to slide a few feet on the mat. The crowd, whose attention had been drawn to the argument, roared with delight upon seeing Teresa's tumble. The skirt portion of Teresa's dress fell back to her waist revealing all of her legs. The crowd cheered raucously. They were also treated to the sight of her lavender colored panties. Teresa pulled herself to a sitting position and realizing her exposure, she adjusted her skirt for modesty. Teresa looked at Barbara with venom in her eyes. "You did that on purpose. Just wait," Teresa threatened as she struggled to her feet. Incensed with what Barbara did to her, Teresa completely forgot about sharing the ring with Maria and Jenna. Rolling to her left side and pulling her legs beneath her, Teresa attempted to stand. Unsteadily, she got to a standing position. Teresa took a tentative step forward and immediately lost her footing. She fell face forward onto the mat.

Maria and Jenna were amused bystanders taking in Teresa's predicament. "You think we should help her?" Jenna wondered.

"No sweetie, let's just you and I enjoy watching the sophisticated Mrs. Scalia come down a few pegs," said Maria.

Barbara immediately halted her exit when Teresa went into the ring. At first she was shocked, but when Teresa stood and then fell on her face Barbara was beside herself with laughter. She took a step back to the center of the ring laughing heartily. Barbara was so overcome with hilarity she decided to cast a few verbal barbs at Teresa.

"What's the problem Teresa? Things a little slippery in there for you? That oil might do wonders for your hair!"

Teresa struggled to her hands and knees and pushed her oil soaked hair back from her face to look at her tormentor. So overcome with her own wit, Barbara doubled over in laughter with her hands on her knees. An unintended consequence was that Barbara was positioned directly in front of Roxanne and was somewhat luridly pointing her shapely butt directly in Roxanne's face. Seeing an opportunity, Roxanne seized the moment. Very slowly Roxanne raised her right leg and gently positioned her tennis shoe clad foot in the center of Barbara's ass. Barbara didn't have a clue what was going on until Roxanne softly caressed Barbara's butt with her foot.

"I feel something on my bottom, is someone groping me?" Barbara thought. Still with hands-on knees and her butt pointed back, Barbara turned her head to see what was going on and was greeted with the slyly smiling Roxanne Starr. "What!!" Barbara yelled a split second before Roxanne let go with a powerful shove. Arms outstretched, Barbara flew over the curb and landed in the ring face first, sliding like a sea lion on wet concrete, she skidded across the entire width of the ring and into the curb at the opposite side. Sputtering and spitting salad oil, Barbara rolled over and sat up. She was wiping the oil from her eyes when she heard Teresa's voice.

"That was graceful. How do you like it Barbie?" voiced Teresa.

Barbara looked at her nemesis. "You're about to find out how I like it."

Both women managed to get to their feet and take a step toward each other. Maria and Jenna looked to Roxanne for some guidance. Should they interfere? Should they jump in? Roxanne very subtly indicated to the girls to let the soccer moms have at each other and they should stay out of it for the moment. Struggling to stay on their feet, Teresa and Barbara closed the distance and started swinging. With every slap thrown both women struggled to keep their balance. Teresa landed a grazing blow to Barbara's cheek that momentarily froze her. This gave Teresa the chance to get a grip on Barbara's hair. Barbara reciprocated and as both women yanked on each other's hair, their footing failed and down to the mat they went.

By now the spectators were in a frenzy. This was a much better show than any of them had expected. And more than a few of the visitors on hand were knowledgeable of the history these two women had with each other. Dominic spotted Mark at the other end of the bleachers and made his way over to him.

"Well Mark, here we go again."

"It never ends does it? What do you say we go have a beer? These two can find their own way home."

"Sounds like a capital idea. The Gentleman's Club?" asked Dominic.

"The Gentleman's Club it is. Lead on Alfonse," announced Mark.

The two husbands left as their wives continued to debase themselves in the oily ring. With a solid grip on each other's hair, Barbara and Teresa rolled about on the mat screaming insults at each other. Neither could get a solid advantage on the other. Barbara was maintaining her modesty, but Teresa's skirt was bunching up at the waist exposing the olive hues of her now glistening bottom. Teresa had chosen a lavender thong this day and most of her well-rounded butt was exposed. Both women were tiring and it looked as though they had reached a stalemate. Roxanne, however, was not ready for the fun to end. She gestured to Jenna and Maria to separate the battling ladies. Roxanne also indicated that Maria should handle Teresa and Jenna assist Barbara.

"All right ladies time to take a break," Maria said as she took Teresa by the shoulders. Teresa felt the grip on her shoulders but had no clue it was Maria.

" Someone's pulling me back," Teresa thought. Breathing heavily she released Barbara's hair and allowed Maria to put some space between the combatants.

"All right Barbara let's give it a rest," said Jenna. Jenna helped Barbara to a sitting position as Maria had done with Teresa. Barbara also had no idea that it was Jenna behind her. Both women were busily trying to wipe the oil from their eyes as it was impeding their sight.

"Jenna!" Roxanne called to get her attention. Roxanne then made a gesture with her hand as if grasping something between her thumb and index finger. She slowly lowered her hand from the base of her neck to her waist. Jenna looked Barbara's wardrobe selection and knew immediately what Roxanne was indicating.

"Jenna, is that you? You have to help me, please," the still blinded Barbara pleaded.

"That's fine Barbara. Oh, I sure am here to help you." Jenna comforted. With her left hand on Barbara's shoulder, Jenna reached over with her right hand and found the metal ring zipper tab of Barbara's blouse. So as not to alert the preoccupied Barbara, Jenna slowly lowered the zipper, which opened quite easily being lubricated by the oil. The tight blouse parted readily and Barbara's very firm boobs, encased in a sheer white silk bra, came into view. Jenna's eyes grew wide as Barbara's blouse came open. Some of the oil had saturated the blouse and had come into contact with the cups of her bra. Those oil soaked areas were transparent and increasing in area.

"Maria!" Roxanne called. Maria watched Roxanne make the same unzipping motion, this time reaching behind her back as she signaled. Maria nodded her head in acknowledgment of instructions. Teresa was finally getting the oil out of her face and restored her sight. She turned her head to see who was behind her. Teresa was shocked and enraged to see it was Maria.

"Get away from me! Don't put your hands on me!"

"What's the problem Mrs. Scalia? Are we having a dignity issue?" taunted Maria.

"I've got to stay away from her. She's going to try to get me back for what I did to her the hoedown." Teresa's thoughts were racing through her mind.

By this time, Barbara had restored her eyesight, but still unaware that her blouse was wide open. Barbara turned to face Jenna.

"Hi Barbara. Are you having a go round with this big boobed brunette?" Jenna laughed.

"Yes I am and it's about to start up again," Barbara said as she started to rise to her feet. Jenna rose as well. She kept her left hand strategically placed on Barbara's shoulder. Jenna had something in mind.

Teresa look back at Maria and said "Stay away from me you tramp." Teresa then looked over towards Barbara and noticed two things. First, she was on her feet and likely to take up where they left off, and second, her blouse was wide open and her bra was practically transparent. "Barbie sweetie, your blouse suffer structural damage?" Teresa asked.

"Structural damage? My blouse? What is she talking about?" Barbara wondered as she looked down. And there to greet her was her wide-open blouse and her perky boobs in the oil soaked bra cups. Her pink nipples were clearly visible through the saturated silk. Barbara quickly pulled her blouse together and began a fumbling attempt to reconnect the zipper. Teresa saw this as her chance. As she began to stand, Maria took a firm grip on the zipper of Teresa's dress. As Teresa went up, the zipper came down from her shoulders just below her waist.

"Oh!" Teresa screamed as she felt her dress open. Before she could react, Maria gave Teresa a vigorous push in Barbara's direction.

Jenna whispered in Barbara's ear "You'd better get ready it looks like busty over there is ready to go at it again."

Barbara looked up and saw Teresa advancing towards her. She let go of her blouse and took a step forward. This gave Jenna her moment of opportunity. As Barbara moved forward, Jenna slipped her left hand into the scoop back of Barbara's blouse. With a sharp tug Barbara's blouse quickly slipped from her shoulders, down her arms, and completely off.

With her right hand, Jenna gave Barbara a swift slap on the ass and said "Go get ‘em tiger!"

"Oh God! What are you doing?" Barbara looked back at Jenna and screamed with indignation at both the loss of her blouse and a hard smack to her behind.

"Just making things a little more interesting sweetheart," said Jenna as she flipped Barbara's top over her shoulder.

Barbara had little time to preserve her modesty. Teresa was closing fast, despite the top of her unzipped frock beginning to creep down her arms.

"That little b*tch stripped off blondie's top. Well thank you very much for the help," Teresa noted. Teresa closed quickly and made a grab for Barbara's bra. Barbara intercepted her by grabbing both of Teresa's wrists. The two struggled back and forth with Teresa's dress slipping lower and lower. Barbara saw that the straps of Teresa's dress were nearly down to her elbows.

"I can't let her get my bra. Something's happened to her dress, it's all loose and floppy," Barbara thought and came up with a strategy. In a flash, she released Teresa's wrists and got hold of the neck line of the dress. Barbara quickly yanked the dress down Teresa's arms. By the time Teresa could react, one shoulder strap had come completely off and the other was down to her wrist. Teresa got a grip on that remaining strap to keep her from losing the top completely. Teresa's lavender colored lace bra was now on display for all to see. It too had absorbed a good amount of the oil. Teresa's ample cleavage was now glistening with an oily sheen.

The tug-of-war for Teresa's dress was short-lived. Teresa again lost her footing and went down on the mat. As she went down she lost her hold on her dress. Quick as a cat, Barbara peeled the dress down to Teresa's hips. Facing away from Barbara, Teresa rolled to her hands and knees in an attempt to rise. A strategic blunder on her part. Barbara jumped at the chance to grab the hem. A quick tug and the waist was over Teresa's hips and down her thighs. With a final strong pull, Barbara stripped the dress completely off. Teresa was left on her hands and knees, ring center, clad in nothing more than her lavender bra and thong. Barbara dropped the dress and went in for Teresa. Teresa turned to meet her foe and both women were prone on the mat in a hair pulling contest. The battling beauties rolled back and forth in the oil with neither woman seeming to gain an advantage. Both women were becoming fatigued. The rolling ceased with Barbara on her back and Teresa over her both with death grips on each other's hair. It was evident that most of the action was over as the combatants were completely out of breath. Roxanne determined it was time to up the ante once again.

Staying clear of the action, Jenna and Maria had taken a place by the curb, while Barbara and Teresa went at it. Roxanne motioned the girls over to her. "Girls, don't you think it's a bit unfair that Mrs. Scalia has lost her entire dress and Mrs. Anderson just her blouse?"

"Why Roxanne, whatever do you have in mind?" Maria asked is if she didn't already know the answer.

"I just think, in the interest of fair play, that you and Jenna should even things up and divest Mrs. Anderson of her pants. That's all," Roxanne said rather glibly.

Maria and Jenna looked at each other with huge grins, gave each other a high five and walked over to the prone battlers. Teresa was over the flat-on-her-back Barbara, but to Barbara's right side. Barbara's vision was completely obscured and unfortunately, or fortunately depending on one's point of view, her lower torso was completely accessible. Both women now were static and the only movement was an occasional yank on each other's hair, a vile insult, and a great deal of heavy breathing. Their faces were only a few inches apart, their chests smashed against each other. Jenna knelt next to Barbara's left side.

"Is it okay if I do the honors Maria?"

"By all means, please have at," Maria said with a chuckle.

Jenna deftly worked open the button closure of Barbara's capris. And with nimble fingers, opened the fly. Completely engaged with Teresa, Barbara nevertheless could feel something happening with her pants. The waist band felt loose and unsecured. "My pants! Something's going on with my pants!" thought Barbara.

Jenna took a grip on both sides of the capris and began to work the tight pants over Barbara's hips. Barbara's mind was racing "Oh No! Someone's pulling down my pants!" Barbara made a few halfhearted kicks to try and foil whoever it was that was stripping her. Jenna got the pants over Barbara's butt and down to her thighs. She had them turned inside out and down to Barbara's knees when her progress stopped.

"Maria can you help me please? These capris are so tight."

"Why I'd be happy to."

Both women pulled straight up on Barbara's pants with Barbara's legs now sticking straight up. With one last tug, the pants came off in Jenna's hand. Barbara's white silk hip hugger panties were now completely exposed and, as her bra had reacted, so it was with the panties becoming transparent in the oil. Jenna waved the white capris over her head a couple times and then gave them a toss. Kneeling next to Barbara, Jenna ran her hands up Barbara's smooth thighs and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. Barbara's hips bucked as she felt Jenna fingers inside her panties. Maria had an idea what Jenna was thinking.

"Not just yet Jenna. We'll let her keep her panties for now," cautioned Maria.

"Oh, all right," Jenna said with a bit of a pout. She gave Barbara a gentle pat on the tummy as she stood up.

Roxanne had been making a few observations of her own during the housewive's brouhaha. And those observations were not of the combat, but of her employees. Roxanne was well aware of Maria's history with Teresa. She wasn't surprised by how intently Maria was watching her. What surprised Roxanne was the obvious fascination Jenna had for Barbara. Evidently Roxanne was in the dark regarding the incident on the beach. Both of her employees were displaying subtle physical signs as well. Both girls’ sports bra were showing the definitive points of hardening nipples. And it definitely was not cold that evening.

The two moms continued their struggle. Barbara had some renewed vigor after losing her pants, but could not improve her situation or break free from Teresa. Again, at a stalemate, the exhausted pair could do nothing more than hold each other's hair and pant for breath. Roxanne decided that the fight had run its course and it was time for the finale. Roxanne called the girls over to her and gave them their final instructions. It didn't take a great deal of effort for Jenna and Maria to separate Barbara and Teresa. Grasping Teresa's upper arm, Maria pulled her up. Teresa stood and arched her back in reaction to pressure on her arm. Surprisingly, during the entire ordeal, Teresa kept her wedge sandals on. Chest heaving with deep breaths, Teresa was a fetching, albeit rather oily, sight in her matching lace lavender colored bra and thong. Both cups of her bra had been pushed down and Teresa's nipples were perilously close to escaping. There was just slightest hint of light brown areolas and peeking out from the edge of the cups. Teresa used her free arm to brush the tangled mess that was her hair back from her face and remove the oil from her eyes. Looking to her left, she saw that it was Maria that had control over her. For a nano second, she considered trying to free herself. With a sigh of resignation, Teresa realized she was too fatigued to try anything. Maria was truly enjoying what she saw. Her eyes traveled from Teresa's voluptuous bust line, over the slight swell of her belly, to her pubic mound covered by a patch lavender lace, over her strong thighs and lower legs. Maria also allowed herself a glimpse of her most favorite asset of Teresa Scalia. Her wide, round and well-shaped ass. Maria saw how the waist band of Teresa's thong made the slightest indentation in the flesh around her hips. And how her nether cheeks glistened.

Barbara felt Jenna grasp her arm and pull her away from Teresa. Barbara was ready to be rescued by anyone. She too was completely exhausted. Her ponytail had long since been sacrificed to the hair pulls of Teresa. Her blond hair hung around her face in a tangle. Barbara's bra and panties were now completely oil soaked. And completely transparent. Barbara's firm boobs heaved up and down with her deep breaths. Her pink nipples and areolas clearly showed through the silk cups. Her panties were revealing an even more intimate area. Even though she was a natural blonde, Barbara's neatly trimmed bush was making a debut. Jenna, just as Maria, relished the sight of the distressed and stripped Barbara. Jenna was practically giddy in anticipation of what was to come next.

Roxanne motioned for the girls to lead their charges to the front of the ring. Maria whispered in Teresa's ear "Come on now Mrs. Scalia. We have something special for you." Teresa questioningly looked at Maria but said nothing. Maria led her to the front of the ring by the arm. Teresa reluctantly complied. She was too fatigued to do anything more.

"This way Barbara. Let's go see what Roxanne has for us, shall we?"

"Jenna, please. What's going to happen? I need to get out of here." Barbara pleaded.

"Oh I don't think anything's going to happen that you won't enjoy. If my memory is correct."

"Memory? Memory? The only memory she would have was at the beach. Oh dear Lord no!" That's when it dawned on Barbara what was in store.

With the oil soaked soccer moms at the front of the ring clad only in oil soaked lingerie, Roxanne rose to her feet and turned to address her audience. By now it was standing room only around the entire ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I must apologize for this spectacle. It was my intent to put on a fun oil wrestling show for you good people. Unfortunately, the show was spoiled by these two divas who chose to settle their differences in a public setting rather than privately. Now I put it to you, should these women, who publicly brawl, be publicly punished?"

In unison the assembly roared a unanimous "YES!!!".

A pang of fear went through Teresa. She looked at Maria and knew what the punishment would be. There was no doubt in her mind that Maria was wanting to get paybacks on her for the spanking Maria received at the hoedown at the hands of Teresa. Teresa pulled back and try to get free from Maria, but Maria's grip held firm. Forcefully she pushed Teresa forward against the inflated curb and then down to her knees.

Barbara was already in dreadful anticipation. She was trying to think of words that would convince Jenna not to go through with her penalty. Barbara looked pleadingly into Jenna's eyes. Jenna guided Barbara to the front of the ring. With the slightest pressure on her arm from Jenna, Barbara knelt. Both women watched as Roxanne approached them.

"Mrs. Scalia you must now assume the proper position," with that Roxanne grabbed Teresa's shoulders and pulled her over the ring curb. This left Teresa bent over the curb with her hands and arms on the outside of the ring, her feet on the inside, and her delectable derrière high in the air directly on top. Teresa propped herself up on her elbows to see the faces of the jeering crowd.

Roxanne moved over to Barbara. Barbara again looked imploringly into Jenna's eyes. "Please don't do this. You can't. Not after that afternoon on the beach," Barbara pleaded.

"Afternoon on the beach! I knew it! What exactly did you do Barbie?" Teresa said caustically.

Roxanne motioned for Barbara take her position. No guidance was needed as she willingly placed her waist on the apex of the curb with her cute bottom elevated. Both suburban housewives were now displayed literally head down and ass up. Barbara and Teresa looked at each other with contempt and mentally blamed the other for the situation they were in.

"Let's begin." Roxanne simply stated.

Maria moved close to Teresa's left side, hip to hip. Maria leaned over the curb to get close to Teresa's ear. "Remember the boxing ring Mrs. Scalia? When I had you over my knee. Remember our meeting in the private suite at the Events Center? This is going to be even better." Maria whispered.

The still defiant Teresa Scalia snapped her head toward Maria. "Do you remember the hoedown? I certainly do. And does your ass remember it?"

Maria made no response. She put her left hand over the small of Teresa's back and rested her right hand on Teresa's exposed butt. Teresa steeled herself for what was about to come.

Barbara said nothing, looked back at Jenna, and tried to express with her eyes the need for mercy. Jenna, of course, was feeling anything but merciful. More accurately, she was feeling extremely lusty. She drank in the sight of Barbara's long tanned legs and back. And she especially relished Barbara's round bottom complete with contrasting tan lines. As did Maria, Jenna put her hand over the small of Barbara's back. Barbara dropped her head in dismay. Seeing that Barbara's panties were covering a good portion of the targeted area, Jenna grasped the waist band and slowly pulled. Barbara's head shot up when she felt her panties wedging in between the cheeks of her butt.

Maria turned and looked at Jenna. Jenna nodded her head and our brawling housewives' punishment began. Maria laid on the first spank and Jenna followed suit. They got into an interesting rhythm alternating spanks between the two. Maria would deliver a smack, then Jenna would land one.

Teresa's thong offered no protection from Maria's assault. In fact, the oil, that was covering her bottom, may have had an intensifying effect. Teresa's derrière quickly turned red under Maria's hand. Teresa rose with her arms and arched her back to look at her assailant. Maria blew her a kiss and continued the punishment. Teresa dropped back to her elbows and lowered her head.

"Oh my God. She wasn't kidding," Teresa thought. "This is worse than anything she's ever done to me."

Now with the panties out of the way, Jenna began Barbara's tanning. Jenna laid on hard smacks to Barbara's white butt cheeks. Barbara grunted with the impact of each strike. She tried to block out the growing feelings she had experienced at the beach when Kathy Benson punished her and Jenna was a comforting presence. Her efforts failed as her carnal feelings flooded over her. Barbara arched her back and almost unconsciously spread her legs. Jenna then increased the intensity by pulling Barbara's panties further into her crotch and between her butt cheeks. A smile slipped across Jenna's face as she saw Barbara's reaction and the red glow over Barbara's ass. Jenna had some fond memories of Barbara as well.

The misbehaving housewives had now received a good 15 or 20 spanks each. Occasionally their heads would rise an attempt to look back at the spanker and possibly to get a glimpse of their punished bottoms. For the most part both Teresa and Barbara hung their heads low. Roxanne signaled the punishment to cease. Jenna and Maria stood and guided their charges to stand. Two pairs of hands rapidly caressed two pairs of stinging butt cheeks. With their hands at their back soothing their bottoms, Barbara and Teresa were unconsciously thrusting their chests forward. Given her state of arousal, Barbara's nipples were extremely hard and visible. Teresa's boobs had managed to stay in her bra and her nipples were definitely showing some hardness. Both women were breathing heavily after the punishment. Maria and Jenna stood directly behind the chastised pair. Roxanne gave the signal for one last indignation. In unison, they unhooked both women's bras. Swiftly the girls slipped the straps over the shoulders then reached around to the front, grabbing between the cups and yanking the bras from their owners. Both women let out a yelp of surprise and embarrassment.

As Jenna removed Barbara's bra she gave the blonde soccer mom a light kiss on the cheek while delivering a playful pinch to her now smoldering derrière. Maria rapidly stripped Teresa of her bra and threw it to the ground. Maria's right hand gently landed on Teresa's belly and slowly made its way to her breast. For just a moment, Maria cupped Teresa's right breast and gave her nipple a gentle tweak.

The housewives were at a quandary. Should they cover their boobs or try and soothe their burning bottoms. Both women decided modesty was to be sacrificed in the interest of pain remediation. Barbara's perky breasts, complete with lovely white triangles of untanned skin surrounding her glass cutter nipples, glistened under the lights. W
While Teresa continued to rub away the pain on her bottom, those in the front row, who were observant could detect a change in her breasts. Perhaps it was the exposure to the night air that caused it. Her mocha colored areolas begin to wrinkle and contract. Her nipples stiffened. Teresa looked down at herself and watched her nipples pucker and was helpless to do anything about it.

Roxanne addressed the crowd "Ladies and Gentlemen, this concludes the evening’s entertainment. Thank you all for your support of the Jaycees. And please, if it is within your means, donate generously to our charity."

The highly amused and entertained audience began to vacate the venue. Jenna and Maria stepped out of the ring and stood near Roxanne. Roxanne stood in front of Teresa to deliver a final message. Teresa raised her head and looked at Roxanne. "My dear Mrs. Scalia, unfortunately you're on the short end of things once again. But I give you credit, you do provide us with an entertaining time. And, by the way, your friend the middle school principal? Tell her she can stop by anytime. I'll have something for her. She'll know what I mean."

Roxanne stepped in front of Barbara. "Mrs. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson. Why do you always seem to get in over your head? One would think you would learn by now. Nonetheless, we do seem to have some very good times with you. Especially Jenna." Roxanne said with a wink. Roxanne put her arms around Jenna's and Maria's shoulders. "Girls, a job well done. Let's get the hell out of the here." The three walked off arm in arm leaving the defeated housewives to themselves. Both women turned to retrieve their discarded clothing and sneak off into the night.

Epilogue: It should be noted that this event raised more money than the last seven Fun Days events combined. Roxanne was duly credited with a fine job. And now was fully accepted in the organization.