Class War
 

Tanya was nervous. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and liked what she saw, but worried that maybe she was dressing inappropriately. Her black dress clung to her firm 20 year old body, tight in all the right places. She was showing a lot of cleavage, but with her D cup breasts, it was difficult not to. Her soft brown hair hung to her bare shoulders, and she smiled as the doorbell rang. It had to be Peter, her boyfriend. They were going to Peter's mother's birthday party tonight, at her favourite restaurant. This was why Tanya was nervous though. Peter was from a very wealthy family, and Tanya was from a working class background. They had fallen for each other over a year ago, but this was to be the first time meeting the parents.

"Are you sure she'll like me? She asked Peter as he drove her to the restaurant.

"Of course" he replied, a little too slowly for Tanya's liking.

He tried to flash her a reassuring smile, but Tanya could see that he to was nervous. From what he had said about her, Tanya could tell that Peter's mother was a very rich and obnoxious woman, who only did things her way.Tanya subconsciously adjusted her dress, pulling it higher over her chest. For the rest of the drive, they were both silent.

The traffic had been dreadful, and Peter and Tanya arrived late. Mrs Tomkins and the rest of the partygoers had already started eating. Upon their entrance, everyone stopped and stared at the couple. Tanya could feel everyone's eyes on her, looking her up and down. She instantly wished she was dressed in something else.

"Hi mom, sorry we're late" apologised Peter. "Everyone, this is Tanya."

"Hello" she said, giving her warmest smile.

Mrs Tomkins just stared at her. "You're late. And yet it seems Tanya still hasn't had time to put all of her clothes on."

Tanya felt her cheeks flush as the rest of the guests laughed sycophantically at Mrs Tomkin's joke. Tanya looked to Peter to defend her, but he just led her to their seats.

"You've missed the starters, I'm afraid, but go ahead and order your main" sneered Mrs Tomkins with a mouthful of food. She turned to her friend and whispered in a voice loud enough for all to hear "I imagine Peter will have the mutton dressed as lamb." Again everyone laughed, and Tanya shrunk a little lower in her chair, her face now scarlet with embarrassment.

The main course passed without much incident, as Tanya was ignored by everyone at the table, who were too busy discussing their favourite wines and Mr Robertson-Smythe's new Bentley, and how Lady Green's new maid was lazy, and other topics that Tanya had no opinion on.

As they began to tuck into dessert though, Mrs Tomkins started on Tanya again. "So tell us Tanya, what do you do? I mean during the day of course, it's clear from your attire what your, let's say, evening job is."

Tanya turned to Peter again, and saw him smirking along with everyone else. Tanya had had enough. She got to her feet and stared at Mrs Tomkins. Tanya had half expected this, and in her head had been preparing a big speech. She was going to demonstrate her wit and eloquence, and talk about her love and commitment to Peter (although now she wasn't so sure of that part). She was going to wow everyone and….

Splash!

Tanya's thoughts were interrupted as she felt cold liquid in her face. Mrs Tomkins had thrown a glass of water right in her face. She just stood there, shocked.

"Oh sit down, you silly little girl. I'm not interested in what you have to say. It's bad enough my own dear boy brings some tawdry gutter trash with him to my party, and then I have to sit and look at her showing her chest like some prostitute, so I certainly don't want to hear you. Your kind have nothing interesting to say to me, so sit down and try and keep your legs closed until the end of the meal."

To Tanya's disbelief, the rest of the guests applauded. Tanya stood there in front of them. She was glad of the water on her face, as it hid the tears that were running down her cheeks, streaking her make up down her face.

"But…but….I'm a nice person." she managed to gasp.

"I told you to sit down and shut your ugly face" snapped Mrs Tomkins, rising from her chair.

"NO!" shouted Tanya. "You will listen to me! You will all…."

SMACK!

Tanya was once again silenced, this time by the stinging crack of Mrs Tomkins hand striking her on the cheek. The entire restaurant went silent, all eyes on Tanya. The stunned girl put her hand to her face, and Mrs Tomkins slapped her again.

"You will not raise your voice to me, little girl. How dare you." Mrs Tomkins looked at Emily and Louise, Peter's sisters. "Girls, hold her." Tanya looked baffled as the two girls appeared behind her and grabbed an arm each. She tried to shake out, but they were holding on tight.

"Hey, let go of me" she said, but she had lost all authority. Little did she know, but she was about to lose a whole lot more.

Mrs Tomkins stared at her opponent, a wicked gleam in her eye. She picked up the jug of water and held it above Tanya's head. She began to slowly pour the contents onto Tanya. "No one comes to my party and insults me." she said. Tanya's hair was now plastered to her forehead, and she could feel the water running down her face onto her breasts, disappearing into her cleavage. The water finished, Mrs Tomkins picked up a wine glass and began to pour it over the poor girl. "It will not be spoilt by some cheap little tart." Tanya started to sob.

"Peter! Please, help me!" she gasped, but Peter just looked away.

Mrs Tomkins smiled. "Mother always knows best, dear. This tramp is not worth your time. We're bred from better stock than that. We are mentally and physically superior, as I shall now demonstrate."

"What are you talking about?" asked the frightened girl.

"My dear, why don't you finish your dessert and then we'll talk? Louise, help her out"

Tanya felt Louise's hands on the back of her head, pushing her down towards the table, towards the gloopy strawberry tart that was to be her dessert. She struggled, but the girls had a firm grip on her, and the tart loomed closer to Tanya's face. She closed her eyes and felt her face being pushed slowly into the cream. Louise made sure to rub her face back and forth in it, before using Tanya's hair to pull her back up. The rest of the table laughed uproariously at Tanya's face, covered in cream with bits of pastry and strawberry smeared on it.

Mrs Tomkins looked Tanya right in the eyes. "This is what it means to have money, darling" she said, smiling, before Louise pushed Tanya back down into the mess.

"I want everyone in here to pay attention." commanded the wicked woman to the restaurant's patrons. Tanya, her face still resting in the food, felt Louise's hands on the zipper of her black dress. To her absolute horror, she felt it start to slide down, slowly, ever so slowly.

"We are rich." said Mrs Tomkins, matter of factly.

The zipper moved down Tanya's spine, all the way to her black strapless bra.

"We are well bred."

The zipper slid further down, guided by the hand of her boyfriend's sister. Down towards her lower back.

"We have earned it."

The zip was now down to the top of Tanya's ass. Her knees felt like jello and started to knock together.

"And we have earned the right…..to do whatever we goddamn well please!" she shouted. Tanya's heart sank as suddenly the zipper to her little black dress was yanked all the way down over her shapely rump. She suddenly felt cool air on her skin, as her dress simply fell away from her, slipping off her lithe young body and landing softly on the floor. There was an audible gasp as the assembled onlookers looked at the girl with her face in the strawberry tart. They saw Tanya's smooth, lightly tanned skin gleaming under the lights, they saw her black strapless bra, but most of all, they saw her black lacy panties and her matching suspender belt holding up her stockings. Tanya cried out, getting a mouthful of cream for her efforts. The audience burst into applause once more, laughing and cheering at the misfortunes of this "working class girl".

Mrs Tomkins laughed the loudest. She looked at Tanya's firm round cheeks with concealed envy. The resentment she felt for this beautiful young girl boiled inside her. Some of the guests rose from their seats to get a better view of Tanya's backside, looking at how Tanya's little peach of a bottom was barely covered by the thin and intricate black lace, which matched the lace at the top of her stockings perfectly. Tanya's heart was beating so fast now, and her body was shaking all over. Then she felt a stinging slap on her butt as Louise's open palm collided with her juicy round cheeks, making them bounce. Tanya forced her face to the side and cried out.

"Please! Please no!"

WHAP! Another hard spank to her posterior.

"Please, I'm begging you, please stop!" She choked out the words through deep sobs.

WHACK! SMACK! SLAP!

Louise reigned blow after blow to Tanya's nearly naked ass cheeks, her poor little bottom jiggling and wobbling madly with each strike, the thin lacy fabric doing nothing to cushion the torrent of abuse she was suffering.

After a good 20 or so hard spanks, Louise paused. The humiliated girl's perfect little rump was going a nice shade of red. She was still whimpering something.

"Please, it hurts, please, my bottom hurts…"

Mrs Tomkins laughed. Louise looked at her mother for approval. Mrs Tomkins grinned broadly. "My dear Louise, don't stop now! I'm very proud of the way you're handling this human garbage." Louise felt invigorated.

"What's that Tanya? Your bottom hurts? Maybe we can cool you down." She reached over the table and grabbed Peter's bowl of ice cream. Tanya was unaware of what was happening, until she felt a hand on the waistband of her skimpies. Louise pulled Tanya's panties backwards, so that Tanya's bare ass crack was now visible. Then she ladled a scoop of ice cream out of the bowl, and dropped it onto Tanya's bare cheeks. Tanya shrieked with the sudden freezing sensation in her ass. She shook free of her captors and straightened right up darting backwards before unfortunately falling back onto her butt, the ice cream in her panties exploding out the sides. She felt the frozen treat squeezing into her most private area, and felt it dribbling down her legs. It took her a few seconds to realise that the impact of her fall had made her strapless bra slip down, right down to her waist, exposing to everyone her large swaying breasts, the buds of her nipples rock hard due to the icy misfortune of the cream.

For long seconds, Tanya sat on the floor. She had strawberry tart smeared all over her pretty face. She had been stripped to her black knickers, stockings and suspenders. She had vanilla ice cream squashed right up her butt crack. She had been spanked until she cried in front of a roomful of people. Tanya crawled towards her dress, but Louise picked it up and shook her head. Tanya looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Please give me my clothes back," she whispered, as she tried to fit her ample chest back into the black bra.

Louise, who Tanya knew was Peter's most horrible sister, just smiled. "But you've not finished dessert." she said, picking up the remains of the tart from the table, and dropping them on the floor. Mrs Tomkins looked on proudly at her daughter. She glanced at Emily.

"Oh Emily, why can't you be more like your sister," she sighed.

Tanya looked at Louise. "Eat it", commanded the girl. "But no hands."

Tanya crawled over to the mess on the floor, and started to lick the food up off the floor. Louise looked appalled, and turned to her mother. "Is this what all working class people are like, mummy?"

Mrs Tomkins nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so. Get her out of my sight."

Louise flung Tanya's dress at her. Tanya got to her feet and covered herself with the dress. A combination of the spanking and the ice cream made her walk with a funny waddle, which caused more laughs. The frozen food had melted, and was running down her thighs and legs. She made it to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up, leaving the sticky ruined panties behind.

Crying softly, she hailed a taxi home.

This was not over.

part 2
 

It had been nearly 3 months since Tanya's degradation in the restaurant, and the time had come for revenge.

That night, she had arrived home and been met by her flatmates, Holly and Gemma, who had comforted her, and run her a warm bath. They had spoken about vengeance, but Tanya had just wanted to never see them again. But with time, the desire to punish those posh assholes had not diminished one bit. At the time, she had felt shamed and humiliated. Now Tanya was angry. She wanted to embarrass Peter's sister's Louise and Emily. Oh god, especially that Louise, who had stripped her, spanked her…..

Tanya knew she had to get them alone, and so Gemma had been doing research. She had discovered that Emily and Louise went swimming every Friday night. However, Louise refused to swim with "commoners", and so hired out the entire pool for 3 hours for themselves.

"God, what must it be like to have that kind of money?" Holly had asked on hearing this.

Tanya sighed. "It can't make you a good person though. We may not have much cash, but we've got each other." The three girls smiled. Gemma felt so sorry for Tanya. She had always fancied the brown haired beauty. Gemma was herself a real knockout, with a perfect smile and light gingery hair. Together with Holly and I, we have it all, thought Gemma. Tanya is perfect, I have small boobs and a big bum, and Holly has a small butt and a hell of a chest. We're some team.

And so it was that Friday night found the three girls getting the bus to the swimming pool. Upon arrival, they entered the reception to find Jenni, a very pretty blonde, working the desk. She looked up over her glasses at them.

"Sorry, we're closed to the public tonight. Private booking." she said, getting back to her paperwork.

Tanya walked up to the desk. "We need to get in. How much for you to turn a blind eye?"

Jenni looked at her in disbelief? "Errr, it's a private booking! Come back tomorrow!"

Now Holly strode up to her and grabbed the pen from her hand. "Let us in!" she snarled at Jenni.

"Hey!" shouted Jenni, "gimme that back you b*tch!"

It was at this point, in retrospect, where things started to get out of control. This innocent young girl, who was just doing her job, was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Tanya and her friends wanted revenge, and anyone in their way was to be seen as an enemy. Which is why Jenni was so surprised when Holly stole her glasses from her. The young blonde panicked.

"Hey, I can't see!"

She couldn't see Holly putting her glasses in her pocket, as Gemma grabbed Jenni's wrists and pulled her forwards onto the desk. Gemma held Jenni down flat on the desk as Tanya pulled out some rope from their "revenge bag". With Holly and Gemma's help, Tanya managed to bind Jenni's wrists to her ankles under the desk. Jenni was horrified, shouting for them to stop. She had been hogtied over her own desk, with her little Levi clad butt sticking up in the air.

"Please let me go! What do you need, I'll give it to you!" begged their helpless captive.

"Oh, too late" said Holly. She looked at Gemma and smiled. "A little help?"

Jenni wondered what was going on until she felt hands on the waistband of her Levis.

"Let's see what panties posh sl*ts wear" said Tanya.

Jenni's eyes widened, nearly popping out of her skull. "NO WAIT, DON'T DOOOOON'T!" she shrieked, but it was too late. Gemma and Holly, in one fluid motion, tore the jeans right down past Jenni's butt, all the way to her ankles, where the rope was tied tight. The three girls started laughing at Jenni's predicament.

"Hoooo boy, what a day to go commando!" laughed Holly. It was true, Jenni had been swimming earlier, and worn her bikini as underwear all day. However, she had forgotten to bring a change for after her dip in the pool, and now with her jeans at her feet, her cute naked butt was on display for Tanya, Holly and Gemma. Jenni struggled to break free, to release her bonds, but all it did was cause her bare hiney to shake for them.

"Oh god, please, pull them back up! My ass is out!" she pleaded.

Tanya gave her cheeks one stinging spank, which silenced the bound girl. "You can stay there with your pants down and think about what you've done. When we're finished with Louise, we'll come back and let you go. Holly, take some photos of her as insurance."

"No, no photos, please…"

Tanya spanked her naked ass one more time. "You want to be naked? Then shut up."

Jenni was quiet. The three girls went towards the changing rooms, leaving Jenni half naked and tied up over the desk, hoping no one else would come in….

It was time to face Louise.

part 3
 

Louise's arms moved gracefully through the clear blue water. She reached the edge and climbed out. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, and the water hung in droplets, before dripping off onto the sleek navy contours of her one piece bathing suit. She reached down and pulled a mild wedgie out of the crack of her butt, before steadying herself and diving back in for another couple of laps.

Emily had finished. She was not as fit as her sister, and was tired out. She stood in the showers in her bright red bikini, soaping off her body, then headed towards the locker room to wait. It was nice having the whole place to themselves. She listened and heard a splash as Louise dived in again. She knew she had a few minutes of privacy. Emily stood in front of a full length mirror and looked at her body, the body she was so self conscious of. She pulled the cord of her bikini top and it fell to the floor. Emily looked sadly at her small breasts. Louise had full round D cup boobs, like their mother, but somehow she had ended up with a nearly flat chest. She slipped out of her bikini bottoms, and looked at herself. She had a real nice butt, that was for sure. You win some, lose some, I guess, she thought.

She walked to her locker, and was aghast to find it was wide open. A deep panic set in. Emily's eyes darted around the locker room. There, in the corner, a flash of pale pink. Her panties! She ran and picked them up, quickly pulling them up her smooth white legs, letting the pale cotton briefs settle snugly over her ass. She peered out of the locker room doorway. Halfway down the corridor was her matching bra. Her heart thumping in her chest, Emily gingerly crept down the corridor towards the garment. There was silence all around. Her wet feet splashing on the cold floor, she sped towards the bra and picked it up, quickly fastening it. The bra was only useful for hiding her modesty, as her breasts needed no support. She heard a noise behind her and turned round back towards the locker room. There was nothing. Suddenly afraid, she ran back towards the locker room door. She rattled the knob, but it was useless. The door was locked.

Emily wanted to cry out for help, but was afraid to be seen in her childish little undies. She tried the men's locker room, but it was closed too. The only way out was back via the reception.

Back in the pool, Louise was oblivious to her sister's predicament. She swam back and forth, little knowing the events that were soon to take place, events that would leave several girls naked and humiliated. Events none of them would ever live down.

Emily poked her head round the corner. The reception area was visible.

"Jenni!" she called. "Jenni! It's Emily, someone's stolen my clothes!"

There was silence, then a series of muffled moans. Emily looked down at herself. She was still soaken wet, and her thin underwear was no match for the water. It had turned almost totally transparent, her small nipples easily visible. Worst of all, a light brown triangle of hair was showing through the crotch of her little panties, the wet material clinging to her young body, leaving nothing to the imagination. She looked towards the big glass doors. The street outside was quiet, and it was dark. Mustering up all her courage, the scantily clad 18 year old ran towards the desk.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw Jenni, the receptionist, bend right over her desk. She was tied there, bent over, with her jeans at her ankles. Emily couldn't help but see her bare butt sticking up in the air, and despite her own situation, she giggled. Jenni had tape over her mouth, and Emily ripped it off.

"Emily! Thank god! 3 girls broke in, they, they…. they left me like this!" sobbed Jenni.

"Oh my god, where are they now?"

"They were coming for you and Louise."

Emily knew instantly who was behind this. She had to warn her sister.

"Where's the key for the locker room?" demanded Emily.

"In the middle drawer." replied Jenni.

Emily went to the desk. The middle drawer was partially obscured by Jenni's round bare bottom. Emily put one hand on Jenni's bubble butt and pushed it to the side, squeezing the drawer open and grabbing the key. She slammed the drawer closed and began to walk away.

"Hey, wait a minute Em! Untie me first!"

"I don't have time!" said Emily, turning away.

"Emily! EMILY!" shouted the bound girl. "Untie me you b*tch!"

Emily stopped. She quickly turned back towards Jenni. She snapped off a bit of tape and fixed it over Jenni's mouth, silencing her again. She then held Jenni's tee shirt and pulled it up over her head, so that it rested on her bound wrists under the desk.

"Don't ever call me that" said Emily, walking away, leaving Jenni, now almost totally bare ass naked, bent over the desk.

Back in the pool, Louise was growing tired. Her arms ached from the workout, and her heart was pounding. She began to tread water, but then the lights went out and the whole pool was plunged into darkness.

"Hey? Is anyone there? Hello?"

There was no response. Louise knew where the switch was, so she swam over to the side and clambered out again. She could hear her feet padding as she walked towards the switch, feeling the wall with her arm so as not to trip in the blackness. She finally came to the switch and flicked it on, only to find herself staring at Tanya, Gemma and Holly.

"What the hell are you doing here? This is a private pool tonight! Get out!" Louise tried to sound commanding, but there was a shakiness to her voice.

"What's the matter Lou?" asked Tanya. "Afraid when you're on your own?"

"No, I….I…..I'll call the police!"

Holly stepped forward and pushed Louise hard. She fell backwards, her big bum cushioning the fall. "You should be afraid." she uttered.

Louise took a deep breathe. "Where's my sister? Where's Emily?"

Now it was Gemma's turn to speak. "We let her go home. Oh, granted, she's going to have to get home in just her bra and knickers, but that's more than you're going to get."

"Listen, I have money. How much do you want? How much?"

"This isn't about money" said Tanya. "This is about honour and dignity. You stole mine, but together, the three of us, we're going to win it back. By taking yours. Now get up on your feet."

Louise was tired from her overexertion in the pool. Her limbs were sore, and she was afraid. Terrified in fact. She shook her head. "no" she whimpered. Gemma and Holly picked her up by an arm each, holding her up to face Tanya. Tanya looked at Louise. Her lip started to quiver, and she was blinking heavily. Tanya smiled as Louise's lovely face, always a mask of composure, started to crumple and big tear drops formed in her eyes. "no" she said again. Tanya stared at Louise, looking her up and down. The navy swimsuit looked expensive. It looked terrific on her body, as anything would. Her large chest looked impossibly perky, her waist so slim, and her butt so big and round. A true hourglass figure.

"You know Lou, you're smoking hot." she leaned in close to Lou's face and whispered. "But I want to see it all."

She hooked a thumb each on the straps of the bathing suit, and slowly slid them to the side until they rested loosely just to the side of Lou's shoulders. Gemma watched eagerly, feeling a growing excitement stirring within her. She gazed at Louise's firm breasts, still concealed by the expensive lycra. Louise's pale wet skin glistened under the lights, as Tanya pulled the suit down. It came down bit by bit, revealing more and more of Lou's cleavage, first a hint of side boob, then a glimpse of pink areola. With one tug the suit was down to Louise's waist, and the full glory of her voluptuous breasts were displayed. Tanya watched a tear roll down Lou's cheek, drop onto her chest and then roll down towards the nipple, where the droplet hung for a second before splashing to the floor.

"Wow, Lou, are those real?" asked Tanya. She grabbed two handfuls and began to squeeze and grope them. She paid special attention to the nipples, rubbing them between her fingers until they stiffened. "They sure feel real. Hey Lou, I said, are they real?"

Lou bit her lip and nodded.

"Woah, I tell you what else is real - that belly!" laughed Tanya, pointing at Lou. Her swimsuit was bunched up at her waist, but without the tight suit to contain it, her little pot belly was visible. Okay, so on anyone else it wouldn't be worth noticing, but on the otherwise flawless body of Louise, the sight of a white tummy hanging out was a revelation. Tanya grabbed Lou's pale white tummy and squeezed a bit of flesh. "Look at this, Lou. You must go to a lot of work to hide this." She let go, and slapped Lou's belly, watching it jiggle for her. Just then, there was a sound. It was Emily, calling out for Louise. She must have come back! Gemma clasped a hand over Lou's mouth and took the full weight of her as Tanya and Holly ran towards the door to wait for Emily. Gemma made sure to press herself up against Lou's tired half naked body, her arm resting on Lou's exposed tits.

The door burst open and Emily ran in, shouting "Lou, get out, they're coming for us!"

However, the sentence was never finished as when she ran through the door, Holly simply put her foot out and Emily tripped. She went flying headfirst into the swimming pool. The three girls laughed at the pathetic rescue attempt, which found the attempted heroine now splashing about in the water in her skimpies.

Emily had bellyflopped into the pool, winding herself, and she allowed Holly to reach in and lift her out of the water. She lay on her side by the pool, coughing and holding her stomach. She looked up at her sister, stripped topless, and mouthed "I'm sorry" at her. Tanya laughed. "Oh you silly girl Emily, you were free to go. Now, it's game over for both of you."

Lou took a chance. She jerked her body free of Gemma's embrace and threw the girl into the pool. Lou darted for the exit. Holly could have caught Lou, but instead she saw Gemma thrashing about underwater.

"Help! I can't swim!" she gasped. Lou raced past Holly, her big breasts bouncing furiously, as Holly leapt in to save her friend. Tanya was distracted, and Emily kicked her legs into Tanya's stomach. Lou and Emily reached the exit. Lou grabbed Emily by the shoulder.

"Hide here, and when Tanya comes after me, lock this door behind her. Come find me in the gym."

And then Lou ran off. She didn't have time to cover up, so held one arm over her boobs to stop them jiggling about so much.

Emily stayed back, and sure enough Tanya soon raced through the door and out the locker room. Emily peered back into the pool, where Holly was lifting Gemma out the water to safety. Emily closed the door, and locked it behind her. Now it was going to be two on one.

part 4
 

Tanya raced after Lou. She was easy to chase, as you just followed the wet footprints. Anyway, where could she go with her big tits flopping around like that? Tanya smiled, and hoped Holly and Gemma weren't far behind. She turned a corner and there was Louise, her top navy bathing suit still stripped to her waist, running as fast as she could towards the gym hall. And then she slipped. Lou crashed to the ground on her back and lay sprawled there, just outside the gym. Tanya walked over to her and held her by the hair, dragging her towards the gym.

"Ow, ow, ow!" squealed Lou, crawling along on her knees, her breasts swaying with every movement. Tanya grabbed her by her swimsuit and threw her in to the room.

"Right Lou, enough games. Let's finish this" she snarled, before rushing at the downed girl and grabbing the suit. She pulled as hard as she could, and Lou held on to them for dear life, desperate not to lose her last shred of clothing, causing Tanya to drag Louise around the gym floor. for what felt like minutes. With Lou on her back, Tanya tried lifting upwards, and Lou found her legs lifted into the air. She couldn't fight gravity, and felt her grip loosening, felt herself sliding out of her clothes. Lou looked upwards and saw a hint of her pubic hair coming into view. Then she lost her grip completely and fell back to the floor as Tanya wrenched the skin tight garment from Lou's naked body. The bad girl lay there, a shocked expression on her face, both hands clamped over her crotch. Tanya smiled, but then her expression changed as she was hit from behind by Emily. Tanya fell to her knees, clutching the back of her head. Emily, still clad in just her pale pink bra and panties, looked down at her sister. She couldn't believe how pathetic and helpless Louise looked, stark naked and covering herself, crying.

But then she turned her attention to Tanya. She hauled Tanya over to the climbing ropes, and used them to tie the dazed girl. Meanwhile, Louise was getting back into her wet swimsuit, which was proving difficult. She gave up and stalked over to Tanya, who looked at them groggily.

"Wh…what happened? I was winning…." she said.

Lou shook her head. "No, you are scum. You never stood a chance. And now, it's you and your friends who are going to be humiliated."

"No, you leave them out of it! It was my idea!"

Louise just smiled, and tore Tanya's blouse wide open. "You ready? It's gonna happen again. But this time, it'll be much, much worse."

Taking a side each, Louise and Emily pulled Tanya's blouse until there was a tearing sound and the fabric simply ripped away, leaving nothing but a bit of sleeve on both arms. Tanya was now presented before them in a pink satin bra and her black jeans. Louise went to work on the belt buckle, opening it and sliding the belt out and off the jeans, where she threw it to the ground. Then she unfastened the button and reached for the zip. Tanya was determined not to cry again. She was powerless now, she knew that. She just had to try and ride it out. Louise pulled the zipper down, the jeans slowly opening at the top, revealing more pink satin. In a flash, the jeans were down, down and then off completely. Tanya was stripped again. Exposed again.

"Louise…..please. I'm asking you…..I'm begging you……please don't strip me. Please don't strip me naked." And then the tears came.

Louise just shrugged, and unclasped Tanya's satin bra. With a firm tug, she broke the straps and it fell to the floor, spilling out Tanya's breasts once more. Tanya hung from the climbing ropes, her modesty now only preserved by her panties. Louise spun Tanya around and gasped when she saw that Tanya's undies were actually a thong. A tiny, pink satin thong.

"Oh my, you really did not think this through, Tanya." laughed Louise, staring at the thin fabric, which was just visible before disappearing between the soft flesh of Tanya's buttocks. Louise took a hold of the back of the thong. Tanya involuntarily clenched her cheeks tight, afraid of what was about to happen. Louise started lifting the soft material, and Tanya felt the thong sliding up her ass crack in a very uncomfortable sensation.

"Ooooh…..ooooooh…….stoop iiit…." she moaned, pain mixing with a strange pleasure as she felt the front of the thong slide down as the back was lifted, the material gently rubbing her. But then Louise lifted as high and as hard as she could. Tanya felt the satin thong slip right into her pussy as Louise lifted the thong in a colossal wedgie. Tanya stuck her butt out to try and alleviate some pressure, but it was still painful, not to mention humiliating. How could this get worse? she thought. Her question was answered by Emily's hand, spanking her hard across her wedgied cheeks, her tight white buns bouncing merrily from the assault.

Maybe it was being naked in public. Maybe it was the spanking. Maybe it was the wedgied thong pressing so hard on her vagina. Whatever it was, Tanya couldn't explain it. All she knew was that she was about to come. She wanted to stop, for to orgasm in front of her two enemies was a humiliation she didn't think she could bear. But she knew that Lou and Emily knew it was going to happen. Lou was using one pull the undies up Tanya's ass, and the other to gently play with her exposed boobs. Emily was spanking her bare white bottom, and with the other hand softly caressing Tanya's pussy.

And then she came, harder than ever before, harder than she ever had with Peter or anyone else. She screamed, her body shook, her back arched, her butt clenched, and then she went limp. Tanya hung there, breathing heavily. She looked up and saw three policeman staring at them. Next to them was Jenni, fully clothed again. For a minute, everyone just stood staring at each other, unsure of what to do next. It turned out a passerby had phoned the police to say there was a naked girl on the desk of the gym. The passerby was also there, mouth agape at the insane tableau before him.

Tanya, hanging from the ropes in just a pink satin thong, exhausted from the powerful orgasm.

Emily, soaken wet in see through undies, spanking the hanging girl.

And Louise, naked as the day she was born.

One of the officers turned his head towards the other, whilst keeping his eyes on the girls.

"Just when you think you've seen it all……."

Great. But I hope that Emily and Louise have much more humiliation. And will be great if Mrs Tomkins also to be naked and maybe somewhere outside, where people could see her nakedness on the street.

While interesting, stripping someone out of a bathing suit when no one is there to see it is not even close to revenge for the type of orchestrated, public humiliation at an otherwise formal and dignified event Tanya endured.

Tanya and her friends lost the class war at "Tanya knew she had to get them alone". They need to take it up a LOT of notches, fight on equal terms. The Tomkins family had the advantage at the party because they had engineered a situation where the room was full of people who shared their views and who wouldn't help Tanya. Tanya and her friends need to create a similar situation in reverse, where this family of privileged snobs are surrounded by lots of people who dislike them. Then they should be forced to endure a drawn out and degrading experience the likes of that which Tanya endured, all witnessed by people the Tomkins normally wouldn't spit on if they were on fire.

This was a thoroughly enjoyable story and if you want to end it here then I for one have no complaints.

If you DO decide to continue it and humiliate the sisters and their mother more publicly, then I would suggest that it would be even better to strip them in front of their own snobby circle - none of whom particularly care about anyone other than themselves and many of whom might be completely ready to see Mrs Tomkins in particular, as well as her daughters, utterly humiliated. This may just be my own personal tastes talking but personally I'd also like it if Mrs Tomkins' body wasn't nearly as good out of its clothes as it looks in them (I'm a big fan of bra stuffing ENF myself;)).

In any case, I look forward to more stories from you in the future.

Depending on how long you want to continue this, you may even want to turn it into a war where the rich circle strikes back against Tanya and her friends too. Always an option to prolong it.

Thanks for the feedback guys. I was really into this story, and then halfway through I seemed to lose interest and just wrapped it up quickly. I may return to it in the future though, as I totally agree that Louise and Emily and their mother deserve more punishment.

Wow! This is amazing, the first part has everything I like!

You can't end it here, I won't allow it! Get writing this instant!

Okay then guys, let's give The Tomkins clan the send off they deserve....here's part 1 of what will probably be a 2 or 3 part climax.





A lot of time had passed since Tanya's disastrous revenge scheme had gone awry. She had ended up stripped and made to come by her enemies, and no one apart from her and her friends, Holly and Gemma, had seen Louise and Emily half naked. Luckily, no one else in town knew about what had gone on that night. The police weren't talking, and Jenni kept quiet, fearful of the photos of her naked ass that Holly had taken being seen.
However, the passing of time did nothing to stem the embarrassment Tanya still felt from Mrs Tomkins birthday party. She had felt so helpless, in her underwear and suspenders, her bottom spanked with her face in a dessert. But Tanya was also patient. Very patient indeed. She knew her time would come…

"I want the biggest party of them all" said Mrs Tomkins to Peter, Louise and Emily, sitting in the drawing room of their palatial abode. "I want those ingrates to see that we are the richest, most powerful people they know".
"Mother, aren't they supposed to be our friends?" asked Peter.
"Yes, but they are still ingrates. Not an original thought in their thick skulls. They need to be shown how to have a good time."
"It's true", Louise piped up. "Money can buy you power, but it can't buy mummy's friends personalities."
They all laughed, and then Mrs Tomkins spoke.
"Remember my birthday last year, when we taught Peter's wh*r* a lesson? We should do that again."
"But on a much grander scale!" agreed Louise. "We could get a whole lot of poor people, and humiliate them!"
"Maybe one per guest!" said Mrs Tomkins.
Unwittingly, the Tomkins family had just set the wheels in motion for their own social disaster.

In the ensuing months, word got round that Mrs Tomkins was hiring local teenagers, male and female, to work at her birthday party. Tanya was suspicious, and she shared her thoughts with Holly.
"She never outsources her employees, it's always the same upper class toffs working these things."
"I know", said Holly, "my sister accepted a job. The pay was great, but she said she had to sign a contract that they wouldn't let her see."
Tanya nodded thoughtfully. "Something's going on. We need to find that contract."

And so it was that Holly and her sister, Rose, found themselves standing at the gate of Tomkins Manor.
"Okay Rose, you go in and ask Tomkins about the contract. As early as you can, go to the bathroom on the ground floor and open the window for me. Then you just need to distract them for a while. I'll sneak into the study and try and find the contract."
"But what do I talk to her about?"
"Anything, just keep them talking, okay?"
Rose nodded agreement. They went separate ways and Rose walked up and rang the doorbell.
Holly snuck round to the bathroom window and waited. She was dressed head to toe in black, using the night as a shield. She had to do everything right. After all, this was breaking and entering, right? Could she trust Rose to keep Tomkins talking? She had to. Rose had signed the contract, and Holly was really doing this for her.
Holly was jolted from her thoughts by a light knock at the window. She remained still, and listened as the window was slid up.
"Holly, it's me!" whispered Rose. Holly stood and looked at her sister. Rose was pale and worried looking.
"Don't worry sis, I'll be in and out in no time" smiled Holly. She looked at the window. "Hey, can you get this up any higher? I don't know if I'll fit through."
Rose shook her head. "It's stuck." Holly put her head and arms through and pulled herself up, which is where things got tricky. She was a slender girl, except for her surprisingly large D cup breasts, which is where she got stuck.
"Rose, I'm sorry, you need to help" asked Holly, slightly embarrassed. Rose used her hands to squeeze Holly's breasts to the side to allow the brown haired girl to get through. Holly slid her body through the gap. "Ow!" she exclaimed. She looked at her leg, and saw a small cut in her black leggings. She checked the window and saw there was a sharp piece of wood in the frame that she had caught herself on. "I'd better remember that when I'm on my way out" she muttered to herself. Rose flushed the toilet and made her way back outside to speak to Mrs Tomkins. Holly slipped through the door and found herself crouching in the hall. This place was massive. She waited till her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, before ascending the spiral staircase to the first floor. She tread softly in her black ballet shoes, only stopping in surprise at the occasional creak of a floorboard. She knew it was just Mrs Tomkins at home tonight. Louise and Emily would be at the pool, and Peter was in Australia for a month.Still, she wasn't going to take any chances. There was too much at stake.

Holly moved silently along the upstairs corridor, until she came to the last door on the left. The door to the study was open invitingly. Holly went straight for the desk, rifling through papers. There it was! The contract. Holly scanned her eyes over it. Her eyes widened as she read the last paragraph.

"The signee hereforth agrees that all dignity shall be waived on the evening if the 14th of June. The signee agrees to abide by all instructions from Mrs Gillian Tomkins. Any attempt to defy these instructions will be met with punishment. No criminal charges may be pressed against Mrs Tomkins."

Just then, Holly heard a noise. It was the front door opening. Was Rose leaving?
"Mother, I'm home early! Surprise!"
Oh shit, it was Peter! Holly put the contract down and scurried towards the door. She crept out into the hall to hear, and the study door closed behind her, locking itself.
"Oh Peter, how good to see you! What a treat, just in time for my birthday next week!"
Holly turned and tried to reopen it. It wouldn't budge.
"Of course mother, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
She guessed she would just have to wait for them to go to the sitting room. At least she was safe here.
"Okay mother, I'm just going to put my bags away and I'll be down for supper."
Holly heard Peter's footsteps on the spiral stairs, and blind panic descended on her. She was going to be caught. She knew the study was locked, so she ran to the next door and tried to open it. Locked too.
Peter's steps were slow but steady.
Holly darted to the next door, which was also locked. How many goddam doors are there in this house? she thought.
The footsteps were getting louder now. Much louder.
There was one door left to try. Holly threw herself towards it, grasped the handle, and found herself in a bedroom. Peter's bedroom. She heard Peter reach the top of the stairs. Holly knew she only had seconds before he came in here to drop his bags off and found a scared teenage burglar. There was only one thing to do. She hurled herself to the floor and crawled under the bed. She shimmied her body to get into the cramped space, again having trouble due to her boobs, but there was more room than at the window. Peter was coming towards the door now. Holly was halfway under the bed when she felt her leggings catch on something. It must have been a nail on the underside of the bed. Once again, she knew she had to make a split second decision. Try and get her leggings free and risk getting caught, or lose the leggings for now. She heard the door open, and Holly hauled her body forwards, feeling her tight black leggings slide down her smooth white thighs, down her long legs and finally off over her feet. She clenched her fists in anger, feeling cold and exposed now she had lost half of her camouflage. Well, at least she could put them back on in a minute.
Holly tried to turn her head to see from under the foot of the bed. She could see her leggings lying there. She could also see her bright red panties on her cute little bum. Then she saw Peter's feet as he entered the room finally. He threw the suitcases on the bed, and Holly felt the weight pressing down on her. Then, to her horror, she saw a hand reaching down to her discarded clothing.
"For god's sake, I wish emily wouldn't leave her stuff lying around my room. Well, she won't be wearing these again" he chuckled. She saw his feet walk towards the window. She heard him open and close it, and knew instinctively that her leggings were now somewhere out in the garden.
This was not going well.
Peter left and went downstairs. Holly waited until he was gone before crawling out from under the bed. She got to her feet, and saw herself in a full length mirror. She saw a very beautiful girl looking very scared, wearing a tight fitting black top and a pair of very skimpy red knickers. The undies stretched tight over her small round cheeks, before vanishing into her butt crack, leaving a lot of her bare bottom on show. She looked around the room for something to wear, to hide her pale flesh. Nothing. It seems Peter had packed his every belonging in his suitcases. Holly tried them too, but they were locked. She decided just to get out and find her leggings in the garden. She stood at the top of the stairs, breathing heavily. She could hear Peter and his mother chatting away. Rose must have left already, surely? thought Holly. She put her foot out, misjudged the stairs, and fell forwards.

In the parlour, Peter and Mrs Tomkins had just opened a bottle of bubbly when they heard the noise of something crashing down the stairs.
"What the devil was that?" asked Peter as they ran towards the door. Peter grabbed a poker from the fireplace as defence. They raced out into the hall and stopped at the sight before them. Holly lay at the foot of the stairs on her back, spread eagled before them in her top and knickers. She saw them and leapt to her feet, feeling a pain in her ankle. She hobbled as fast as she could towards the bathroom and got inside, locking the door on Peter just as he reached it. With tears in her eyes from her sore foot, Holly lifted her legs to climb back through the tight space of the window. She put her legs and butt through first, hurriedly. She could hear Peter trying to barge the door down.
Now if Holly had had more time, she probably would have remembered to watch the sharp piece of wood on the window. However, time was not a luxury she could afford, and so as Peter burst through the door, Holly slipped out through the window and landed in just her red panties and her floral print white bra. Her top hung from the window frame, ensnared there. Peter reached out and pulled it inside. He looked out the window, and for a moment the two stared at each other, Peter taking in the vision before him of Tanya's friend, stripped to her underwear, cowering on his back lawn. Then Holly got up and ran as fast as her injured ankle would let her. Peter watched as she limped away, enjoying the way her butt cheeks wiggled as she tried to run. He hit a button next to the window and smiled as the lawn sprinklers came on. Holly screamed out loud as she was drenched in thick jets of freezing cold water, soaking through her undies. She escaped from the sprinklers, and looked down in dismay at her sizeable chest. Yup, the bra was wet and completely see through, her pink nipples standing out against the flowery patterns on the garment. Not only that, but she felt them stiffening due to the cold.
It was only then Holly realised she had stopped running and was standing in the middle of the residential street. Standing there soaking wet. Standing there half naked, shivering, her near naked bottom quivering in the night air, her big boobs partially exposed in her bra.
Holly ran. It was night, and there weren't too many people around. Those that did see her would never forget the sight of the ample chested girl jogging along on her injured foot, of her bright red embarrassed face, or of her pale white bottom jiggling as she ran through the streets, her soaken red skimpies clinging tight to every curve of her exposed cheeks.
But although she was embarrassed, although she was exposed, although she was crying, Holly knew, deep down, that it was worth it.
She had read the contract. She knew that Tomkins was planning some sort of mass humiliation.

She knew that they would be ready for them.

Nothing needs to be said
 

:D!!!

Here's a sort of preamble to the very final part, which will be coming next week....



5pm
Tanya was having her dinner when the phone rang. She answered it and found herself speaking to a panicked Holly.
"Tanya! The party is tonight!"
Tanya wrinkled her nose.
"No Holly, it's next week, you know that!"
"No, Rose just told me, they phoned her and told her the party has moved forward a week, anyone that can come is getting double their money!"
"Shit", said Tanya. Nothing was ready! All her plans, all her schemes, were they to amount to nothing? "Is Rose going?"
"Of course not, she knows what's happening. I warned everyone I knew, but I think they've asked a lot of kids to work it. What are we going to do?"
Tanya thought for a moment. As much as she wanted revenge on Mrs Tomkins, the most important thing now was stopping this obscene sounding party.
"We're going to have to call the police. You come round here and we'll phone them together."

6pm
"That's right sir, they're going to strip and humiliate lots of people" Tanya told Officer Dawes.
"And just how did you come about this information, young girl?" the grizzled policeman enquired.
"Errrr, I overheard someone" lied Tanya, "someone who was planning the party."
"Okay, listen girls, I'll send an officer round to pick you up. In fact, I'll do it myself. We'll take a ride down to that party and see if there's anything going on. But I warn you, I don't like having my time wasted" he said, with a mouthful of donut.

6:30pm
The rain beat down on the windscreen of the patrol car. Tanya and Holly sat in the back, looking anxiously at each other.
"We're not going to have to go inside, are we?" asked Holly, wary of her last encounter with the Tomkins family.
"Of course. But don't worry, I'm here. Ain't nothing gonna happen on my watch."
He drove on.

6:45pm
Tanya gazed out through the window and saw the exclusive dining place. Dawes swung the car into the parking area, and continued driving.
"I think this is where you park sir" said Tanya.
"Best we go in the back way," replied the officer. He pulled up at the rear entrance. A battered sign read KITCHEN STAFF ONLY. The three of them exited the car and Dawes ushered them inside.
It was dark in the kitchen.
"Excuse me sir, I can't see" said Holly. She was vaguely aware of something, almost a presence in the room with them. Then the lights were switched on and Holly and Tanya found themselves staring at Mrs Tomkins, her friends and family.
"Girls, girls, girls, you're just in time! I knew my family wouldn't let me down. This is the best birthday present I could hope for!" cackled Mrs Tomkins.
Tanya faced Officer Dawes. "See? Do something!" she cried.
Officer Dawes looked sympathetic. "Sorry girls, nothing I can do. They're all yours, Mrs Tomkins."
"Haha! Even the police have a price girls. There's nothing I can't buy, nothing!"
A number of guests rushed the bewildered girls, grabbing them from behind. A sack was put over each of their hands, and they were plunged into darkness.

9:30pm
The party had been in full swing for several hours, and the guests were getting drunk, their ruddy faces even redder than normal from the expensive wine. Tanya and Holly were in a dark room, each tied to a pole with their hands up. Both were blindfolded, but were still fully clothed.
"Tanya, I'm scared" said Holly.
"I know, me too."
"What's going on in there?"
"I don't know, Holly. But I'm sure we're going to find out sooner or later."

9:45
Rose crept through the corridors. Holly's sister was aware that Holly had been missing for a while, and had come to the party to look for her. She stealthily made her way past the kitchen and climbed the stairs until she was able to peer over and get a good view of the party.
She would never forget what she saw.
At first glance it was like a normal gathering. Mrs Tomkins sat at the head of the table, naturally, and her guests were being waited on by the staff. And then she saw that, apart from their aprons, the staff were nude. She recognised a lot of them, teenagers from the neighbourhood. They all looked embarrassed, ashamed. The guests would slap their asses as they walked by, male or female, it didn't seem to matter.
Then Rose noticed the plates.
Except it wasn't plates. The guests were eating the food from the prone naked bodies of more teenagers. There was Nancy, a girl she had gone to school with, lying naked, her nudity only partially covered by some salad and slices of chicken. Rose looked at Mrs Tomkins. She was flanked on either side by her daughters, Louise and Emily. Mrs Tomkins was holding something in her hand, what looked like a leash. Rose followed the lead and found that it led to another young girl. The leash was tied to a collar round the girls neck. It was the only thing she was wearing. She was licking water from a bowl.
It was insane, sickening, the sort of Bacchanalian orgiastic feast you only read about in the works of De Sade.
It had to be stopped.

10pm
"Okay everyone, it's 10 o'clock!" shouted Mrs Tomkins. "Now, I promised you a big surprise, didn't I?"
"Here here!" bellowed the crowd.
"And most of you were at my last party, am I right?"
"I'll say!" shouted Captain Orton. "That common tart got what she deserved!"
"Well, tonight, it's round two. Bring her out!"
All eyes fell on the entrance behind Mrs Tomkins, as Tanya was wheeled out, still blindfolded and tied to a pole.
"But not just one….tonight we have a genuine criminal! Someone who broke into my house! Bring her out too!"
The crowd boo-ed and jeered as Holly was brought out and positioned next to Tanya. Their blindfolds were removed, and their eyes struggled to take in the sight. They had not been able to stop the madness. All around them were naked and humiliated teenage boys and girls, most of them crying. But, Tanya thought, if they had been just the warm up…..what the hell was in store for her and Holly?
Holly had already started crying, faced with the braying mob. She looked away, not wanting to make eye contact. She thought she saw something….up on the 2nd floor. Holly could have sworn she saw her sister, Rose. But that couldn't be, could it? What would Rose be doing here?
"Alright everyone" sneered Tomkins. "Let's have some fun. But first, a toast. To wealth!"
She raised a glass and everyone started cheering.
Up in the wings, Rose heard the popping of corks. She could see Holly and Tanya, bound to poles. Rose knew that something awful was about to happen.
Rose knew she had to act fast.

Very nice story, exactly the kind that I like much :) Rich vs poor, humiliation and potential reversal of roles, nothing could be more pleasant. Thank you for sharing.

Would love to see a kind of description of Mrs Tomkins and her daughters though. And if you don't mind, please describe expensive gowns and jewelry they're wearing, in contrast to the wretched, half-naked poor girls.

I can't wait to see where this goes. I hope the two girls get humiliated again before they get revenge.

Me, too...and I am also hoping messy food will be part of it, as in the first entry.

Class war
 

This is an awesome story:D Verry creative

Hey guys, hurt my arm skiing last week, will finish up this tale as soon as I'm able to, hopefully to everyone's satisfaction.

Sorry to hear about that Kenny. Get well soon, for our sakes as well as yours!

At least if you've got one working arm you can still enjoy reading the stories here.;)

Rose raced along the 2nd floor, towards the DJ suite. She cast a worried glance over the balcony at her sister and Tanya, hanging there helplessly, at the mercy of Mrs Tomkins wicked whims. She reached the door and looked in. There sat a bored looking DJ, surreptitiously smoking a cigarette and playing a mix of classical music.

"Hey, you can't come in here" said the DJ.
"Please, I need to use your sound system" urged a frantic Rose.
"No can do baby, I'm under strict instructions. It's dull, but what a paycheck I'm getting."
"Please, I'll do anything!"
The DJ considered for a moment, then smiled.
"Okay, let's see 'em", he said.
To his surprise, Rose lifted her shirt, exposing her black bra. She lifted the bra up and showed the DJ her small chest. He motioned towards the sound system.
"Haha, it's all yours."
Rose, not stopping to put her breasts away, grabbed her phone out her pocket.

Back in the main hall, Mrs Tomkins stood in front of her captives. She looked resplendent in her figure hugging black dress. All the men in the room had been admiring her all night. For a 40 year old, she still had a fantastic body. Her hair looked immaculate (and so it should for the price), and hanging round her neck was an expensive pearl necklace, topped off with a diamond that nestled between her voluptuous cleavage. She turned to face her admirers and hangers on, the good and the great of the town, and spoke one sentence.
"Let the games begin."

There was another cheer, and Louise and Emily stepped up beside their mother, basking in the admiration and respect of the crowd. Louise wore a long gown similar to her mothers, but a dark crimson colour, strapless to show off her ample chest. Emily, forever in her sisters shadow, still looked gorgeous in a green skin tight number.

Suddenly, there was a terrible screeching noise, like microphone feedback, which caused most of the guests to cover their ears.
"That damn DJ", muttered Mrs Tomkins. "I'll make sure he never works in…."
Her words were cut off, cut off by her own voice booming out over the tannoy.
"Oh yes, they're a bunch of ingrates, disrespectful curs all right. You know Eleanor Jenkins' tits? All plastic." she heard herself saying. Eleanor Jenkins, sitting barely 10 feet away, coloured a bright red. Mrs Tomkins looked horrified.

Up in the DJ suite, Rose held her phone to the microphone, playing the recording she had secretly made of Mrs Tomkins and Peter talking the night Holly had broken in. She had stood by the window, praying not to be seen, whilst they ridiculed all their so called "friends".

Downstairs, the recording continued playing. Mrs Tomkins was shaking her head, trying to be heard over the din. "It's not true, I never said that" she screamed, but no one heard her, they were listening to the recording with rising indignation and fury.

"As for the Thomson-Jones', she's a sl*t and he can't even get it up, so I hear. Oh, but still they come to my birthday party. Those bastards would attend the opening of an envelope…"
Now Lady Thomson-Jones stood up.

"Now listen here Judy" (for that was Mrs Tomkins first name). "This has gone quite far enough. It's one thing to humiliate these peasants….but now you humiliate us? Your guests? Your friends?"

Mrs Tomkins rushed over to her to try and appease her. "No, NO, it's not like that!" she cried. She never got to finish the sentence, as Lord Thomson-Jones had picked up the punch bowl and hurled the contents at Mrs Tomkins, drenching her in the sticky red liquid. "No-one insults my wife" he bellowed.

Suddenly the mood in the room changed. Rose's recording came to an abrupt end, bringing a dreadful silence to the room. Mrs Tomkins stood there, soaked in punch, her chest heaving up and down in anger. She lunged towards Lord Thomson-Jones, but found herself intercepted by his wife. The older lady grabbed Mrs Tomkins and threw her on to the floor. She landed on her ass, and before she had a chance to retort, she found herself surrounded by all the ladies she had just insulted.

Samantha Tarquin-Smyth looked at her with daggers in her eyes. "Okay Judy, let's see how you like it. Your'e always showing off that body of yours, making the rest of us feel inadequate for our husbands. But we have our suspicions, so let's get to the bottom of this!"

Mrs Tomkins tried to scurry backwards like a crab, but the ladies were on her in a flash. She felt hands grabbing at her, clawing and pawing at her designer dress. She kicked out, but found escape impossible from so many angry wives. One hand grabbed for her dress, but caught her necklace, snapping it, and Mrs Tomkins watched as hundreds of pearls rolled across the floor, the diamond being kicked out of sight. She was pulled up into a standing position, where she was held by four woman. Now the party was really starting, and the men were jostling for a better view, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled body of Mrs Tomkins.

"Let me go, you ungrateful ignoramuses!" she cried, for the first time in a long time, perhaps ever, Mrs Tomkins was afraid. Pat Peterson stood in front of the once proud lady. She reached forward to the plunging neckline of Mrs Tomkins dress and began to pull it apart, slipping the garment over Tomkins' shoulers. Mrs Tomkins spat in her face. Pat looked her in the eyes.
"That's not very ladylike, Judy."

And without that, in one fluid motion, she tore the dress right down Mrs Tomkins body. All the men were surprised at what they saw. The women? Not so much. Judy Tomkins stood before her guests in just her underwear. She was wearing a plain white push up bra, forcing her breasts up into an unnatural perkiness that belied her years. Below that, she was wearing the most enormous pair of underpants anyone had seen, which went from her navel to just above her knees, designed to hold her belly in.
"No, stop it, stop it!" shrieked the embarrassed woman.
"Well, Judy, no surprises here. We knew you were a fraud, even if our men didn't. Look at these silly things, all the way up here" said Pat, gesturing towards Tomkins breasts.
"You're just jealous!" spat Tomkins, "you all are, jealous of my wealth, my body, my family!"

Her family! Everyone had forgotten about them. All eyes turned towards where Emily and Louise had been standing. Now it was just Emily. Louise, being the smarter of the two, had already made a run for it during the confusion. Mrs Tomkins realised she had one chance. With everyone looking at Emily, she wrenched her body free and ran. She got about ten feet before slipping on one of her pearls and landing flat on her ass again. The women turned on her. There would be no second chance for Judy Tomkins. She was hauled up again to her feet. She felt someone's hands working on the back of her big white bra, inexpertly, the hands of a man. It took several seconds, but then her bra was off. Pat grabbed it from the front and tore it from Mrs Tomkins' body. Her fabulous breasts, so perky before, dropped a couple of inches, hanging downwards.

"She's a fraud! A fraud!" came the calls from the audience. "They're sagging!"
Tomkins tried to wrestle free, causing her breasts to sway for the onlookers.

Now she felt hands at her hips, fingers poking into the top of her huge undies, at leasts five different people each tugging and pulling them down. Pat grabbed the front and yanked them down to just above her pubic region. Everyone laughed as Mrs Tomkins belly was released from it's tight prison, making a mockery of her once perfect hourglass figure.

But the crowd didn't stop there. The underpants were so tight they were proving difficult to pull down, so one guest simply took hold of the stretchy lycra material and tore it. Mrs Tomkins gulped hard as she heard a tearing noise behind her, as her ass crack came into view. Everyone else suddenly had the same idea, and in seconds the big undies were simply torn away from her body.

Her naked, naked body.

Mrs Judy Tomkins was exposed, both in a literal and metaphorical sense. She stood before her peers, naked as the day she was born. But worse than that, her years of effort to hide her shortcomings were now also stripped away from her. Her breasts hung low. Her belly stuck out. Her bare ass sagged. And the wild bush of pubic hair was untrimmed.
For the first time in a long time, Judy Tomkins cried, while a roomfulful of people pointed and laughed at her.

Emily stood frozen with fear. Before her very eyes, her mother had been manhandled and stripped naked. She was now being paraded around the room, defeated and humiliated.
Emily ran.

She should have run sooner.

In the time it had taken the room to disrobe Mrs Tomkins, Holly had managed to slip her hands free of the knot that held her to the pole. She was untying Tanya when Emily made her move towards the exit. Holly left Tanya to undo the last knot and gave chase. Emily, in her heels and tight dress, didn't get far. Holly dived towards Emily and they both tumbled to the floor. Emily, frightened, responded viscously, elbowing Holly in the face. She rolled Holly over onto her back, slapping her face. Holly grabbed Emily's hair and pulled hard, forcing the girl backwards. Emily rolled backwards off Holly, then got to her feet again, trying to get on top of the teenager. Emily didn't even realise that the violent commotion was causing her dress to ride up her thighs. She grabbed Holly in a chokehold, and leaned forward, spreading her legs wide for balance. Tanya, finishing with the knot, raced towards the two foes, noticing with amusement that Emily's dress was now halfway over her butt. Tanya admired the smooth skin of Emily's cheeks as she reached the girl, grabbing the bottom of the green dress and lifting it up over Emily's head. Confused, Emily released Holly, but it was too late to react. Her dress was now up and over her head. Tanya held onto the end of the dress tight, tying it on a knot so that Emily was now wearing her dress in reverse, from the waist to over her arms and head, trapping the girl. Emily rolled around the floor trying to free her upper body, so she could cover her lower half.

Holly sat up, rubbing her throat, and laughed at the efforts of Emily. It's no wonder she was so frantic, as all she wore from the waist down was her green heels and matching lime green thong. Her small but round cheeks were totally exposed by the tiny garment, and presented themselves as a target for Holly. Holly walked up to Emily and smacked her hard on her bare bottom.

"Oooof!" came a noise from inside the dress.

Now Tanya walked up behind her and gave her a hard spank on her bare rump. The impact left a light red hand print on the pale white cheeks.

Again, Holly raised a hand and spanked Emily, her hand connecting firmly with the soft flesh of her bottom, the skimpy thong offering no protection.

Holly looked at Tanya. "I've an idea!"

She started dragging Emily along the floor by the dress, her feet kicking frantically all the way. They reached the table. Holly began to undo the knot in the dress. Tanya dropped down on one knee and spoke.

"Emily….we're going to untie the knot. But if you even so much as try and move…..you will lose these", said Tanya, slipping her hand inside Emily's little green thong. Tanya's fingers brushed through the light pubic hair of Emily, hidden only by her skimpies. Emily knew they meant it.

By now, a crowd had gathered round Holly, Tanya and Emily, lying half naked on the floor. Mrs Tomkins was given a respite from her spanking to come and watch, still utterly naked, the humiliation of her second favourite daughter.

Holly had undone the knot in the dress, and held it open. Tanya peered in and saw Emily's face, make up running down her cheeks, looking up pitifully at them. She wanted desperately to be able to cover her underwear.
"Everyone, grab some food. Emily here is going to be a human mixing bowl!"

"no, no, no" whimpered Emily, as people advanced on the table, forming a queue. Emily shielded her face as wine was poured in, then some beer, then more punch. Tomato ketchup was next, then a jug of milk. Anything was fair game, and now people were going into the kitchen for supplies. Flour was poured over her, then people were reaching in and cracking eggs on her head, the yolk dripping down her hair. Then someone appeared with a crate of rotten fruit from out back, and the contents were emptied into the dress. Emily's sobs were muffled as Holly retied the knot in the dress, and the girl was lifted to her feet.

"Emily, if you can make it to the door without falling, we're gonna let you go," said Tanya. "Think you can do it?"
From within the dress, amongst the rotten food and sauces, there was an almost imperceptible nod.

"Okay then Emily. Ah, but one more thing," smiled Holly. She knelt down, hooked her fingers into the waistband of Emily's tiny thong, and slid it down to her ankles. Her nakedness was a contrast to her mother's, a well trimmed patch of light brown hair nestled in between milky white thighs. Emily slowly made her way forwards, trying not to trip over her thong. It forced her to walk in a sort of shuffle, her little bottom tightening as she walked. Again, unlike her mother's, Emily's bare bum was quite flawless, soft and round, spoilt only by the hand prints on each sore cheek. The shuffling caused her cheeks to lightly jiggle.

Inside the dress, Emily cried, fully aware that all eyes were on her naked womanhood.
It was then that she fell forwards.
Inside the dress there was an explosion of rotten food as old tomatoes burst upon impact. For a few seconds Emily lay there, covered in food and mulch, her little undies around her ankles, her naked little bottom quivering as she wept. And then the dress was pulled, and pulled hard, until it was torn up over her head and she was left there, lying on the floor, covered in food slop. Her bra was unclasped and fell to the floor, her thong removed completely, leaving her totally nude and crying, just like her mother.

Tanya turned to Holly.
"Now just where the hell is Louise?"

As if on cue, the big double doors behind them burst open and Louise went flying in to the room as if she had been thrown. She lay panting on the floor. Someone had obviously spoiled her getaway plan.

Just then, Rose walked in, carrying the fire hose. Louise was shakily getting to her feet when once again Rose, aided by the DJ, released the valve and directed a powerful blast of cold water at Louise, sending the already unsteady girl hurtling backwards. They followed her, the water now pinning her to the wall. The valve was closed again, and Louise crumpled to the floor, absolutely drenched. Her crimson ball gown clung tightly to her wet body, her hair plastered to her face. She glanced down to see a hint of areola peeking over the dress. Then she looked up.

Louise found herself staring at the party guests her mother had insulted. She saw Tanya, a girl she had horribly humiliated before. Then she saw her mother and sister, stark naked, and Louise knew she was in trouble. That was going to be her, stripped and degraded, like her pathetic little sister.

Then Rose hit her with another blast of cold water. It hit her in the belly this time, and Louise doubled over onto her knees, winded.
Tanya strode over to the downed beauty and grabbed her by her wet hair.
"Funny how the tables can turn, isn't it Louise?"
Louise, still winded, gasped "No, Tanya, please, I'm sorry, I…."
Tanya slapped her face.
"You're what?"
"I'm….I'm…..sorry, I didn't mean it" whispered Louise. She turned and looked at Mrs Tomkins. "Mummy, help me!" she shouted.
Tanya struck her again in the face and Louise burst into tears. Through thick sobs she cried out "I….I want my mummy", which made everyone laugh at her.
"Louise, you are pathetic. You want your mummy do you?"
Louise nodded as Tanya slapped her again.
Tanya shook her head. "What are you, a big baby? Say it Louise! Say you're a big baby who wants her mummy!"
Louise was afraid, and just wanted it all to end, and so complied. She closed her eyes and said "I'm a big baby and I want my mummy".
"Louder Louise! Stand up, look at us, and tell us!" barked Tanya.
Louise got to her feet, stared at the onlookers and shouted out "I'm a big baby and I want my mummy!"
"Okay Mrs Tomkins, you and Emily get over here."

The naked pair walked over to Tanya and Louise, both utterly shamefaced. "Strip her," said Tanya. "Strip Louise naked."
Mrs Tomkins looked aghast. "I won't….humiliate my daughter like that. You can't make me."
"If you don't, then this doesn't end here tonight. You'll be naked for the next month. All of you."
Mrs Tomkins knew she wasn't going to be able to buy her way out of this. The most important thing was to get through tonight and get her clothes back. And you know what? That Louise could be an ungrateful little b*tch sometimes.

Tomkins stepped towards her daughter. Louise pressed herself back to the wall, suddenly fearful.
"Mummy? What are you doing?"

Her mother lunged forwards grabbing Louise, wrestling her to the floor. The naked older woman was on top of her. "Emily, get over here and help!" she commanded. The bare-assed teen complied, holding Louise wrists down.
It was an astonishing sight. A three way catfight, 2 of the participants completely nude, trying to strip the third. Louise couldn't believe she was being stripped by her own family. The humiliation of it all! Louise got a hand free and smacked her mother right across the face. It was to prove the turning point.

Mrs Tomkins had been stripped naked and exposed as a liar, but now her daughter had disrespected her. How dare she!
Tomkins expertly rolled Louise onto her front, holding both of her arms behind her back, controlling her.
"You nasty little girl" she said to Louise.
"Mummy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but please don't strip me!"

Tomkins marched Louise over towards the table and bent the helpless girl over it. Then she held the bottom of the dress and roughly pulled it up over Louise's bum, exposing to the room her panties. They were black silk, with the word "naughty" printed across the back in a hot pink. Louise was glad that most of her butt was covered by them. Then she felt a hand grab her panties and begin to bunch them up, pulling them up into her ass crack. It was Emily. She leaned in close to Louise and whispered in her ear. "This is for all the times you wedgied me when we were growing up." And then Louise felt her panties yanked up into her butt, her large bottom making it's first appearance of the night.

Mrs Tomkins gave everyone a minute to admire Louise's big pale full moon, before unleasing a volley of stinging spanks to it. Louise seemed to respond to every smack with a high pitched yelp of "ow". Emily tugged Louise's silk knickers higher into her crevice, Louise's big wobbly derriere bouncing and dancing with each hard spank delivered by her naked mother.

Emily now worked on the zipper of Louise's dress, pulling it down the side, until the dress simply slipped off her young body, and she found herself bent over a table in just her strapless bra and underpants, which were wedgied right up her big white bottom. Louise cried. This was humiliation beyond humiliation. She remembered Tanya, being in this similar position, with her as the tormentor. It had seemed so much fun then, to degrade and destroy a girl for amusement. But now she was nearly naked, and she was being spanked by her own naked mum, wedgied by her own naked sister.

And then she felt her little black panties being dug out of her butt crack and slid down her long, smooth legs.
It was Tanya.
Louise felt her bra being removed.
It was Tanya.
Now Tanya took over from Mrs Tomkins, spanking Louise's big bare bum. She spanked each cheek alternately, enjoying the way the pink flesh wobbled. She enjoyed seeing that Louise's bottom was quite dimpled. She enjoyed hearing Louise cry and beg for her to stop.
And then Tanya reached for the oil and the carrot….



The next day at the mall, patrons were surprised to see an enormous parcel in the atrium, packaged like a birthday present. There was a sign above it that read

"IT'S ABOUT TIME I GAVE SOMETHING BACK TO THE COMMUNITY
SIGNED
J TOMKINS"

It's fair to say that people were even more surprised when, at 10am, the parcel wrapping was removed.
There, in a large class case, like an exhibit in a zoo, hung Judy Tomkins, Emily Tomkins and Louise Tomins, dangling by ropes tied to their wrists.

Each of them was bare ass naked.

And each of them had a carrot stuck up their ass.

It was a day no one would ever forget. Tanya stood looking in at the humiliated prisoners. She caught Louise's eye. Tanya smiled, waved, and snapped another photo.

THE END

A fitting end to an excellent series. They all had a well deserved punishment but Emily literally got her just deserts - and a few other foodstuffs too!:D I look forward to reading more stories from you in the future. How's the arm?

I'm curious. I can't guarantee I have time, but would you mind if some 3d-digital art illustrating parts of this story was made and posted?

Glad you enjoyed it Jimmy. My arm is much better now, thanks!

Myds, be my guest, feel free to illustrate anything you like from the story, I'd take it as a compliment.

Glad your arm is better. I did some preliminary character creation, and made the restaurant. No ETA yet. The hardest part for me was Peter, as I don't usually bother having male characters anywhere near the foreground; hence I use standard Lo-resolution models for them. I thought it might be nice to show Tanya arriving with her BF. Mrs. Thomkins looks pretty good, but like an aging ice queen. I forgot that I wanted to model her off of Lana Parilla, who plays the very hot evil queen on ABC's once upon a time. I might revisit her with that in mind. I'll show you guys when I have something.

OK, here's some preliminary reactions as Peter and Tanya walk in and Mrs. Tomkins starts the insults right off the bat. Louise, on the right, and Emily on the left find it very amusing. I can't guarantee that I have envisioned the characters the same as the author, or anyone else, for that matter. But I read through looking for salient details in the later parts of the story to try to get it right.

I may do some more. But I'm probably going to do a highlights reel of a sort, at least the parts of the story that really appeal to me from this part of the story, in this location, that took a while to build.

Here are a few from the first episode. Can't wait until that dessert and zipper bit happen.

These are great, keep up the good work!

The bunch I'm posting tonight is as far as I've gotten lately, and as far as I'll get with these for a long time, as I have a lot of other work on my plate. Most of this work was sitting there 3/4 finished, and just needed a few hours tonight to finish up.

Last few....if you like these, there's tons more of this sort of stuff (wet and messy, spanking, stripping, and wedgies) on my deviantart page at Myds6.

Great story and great pictures. It would be great to make pictures of the great Final ENF:

"It's fair to say that people were even more surprised when, at 10am, the parcel wrapping was removed.
There, in a large class case, like an exhibit in a zoo, hung Judy Tomkins, Emily Tomkins and Louise Tomins, dangling by ropes tied to their wrists.

Each of them was bare ass naked.

And each of them had a carrot stuck up their ass."

I may make more of this later...I do love this story.

I'm glad you enjoyed it, I look forward to seeing more of your work!