PART 29
Inch by inch the panty-suspended Stephanie was hauled up to the wooden roof of the summer-house, squirming and chaffing from the painful, degrading wedgie as she looked down on the mocking audience. Eventually she reached the top and was dragged in a most undignified fashion across the wooden roof by the waist-band of her panties, before the tractor driver finally came to a halt.
She winced once more as she realised that she was seated on the end of a claw-hammer that was lying on the roof-top. Furiously, she eased her sore butt up, retrieved the hammer, and flung it to one side. The hammer hit a roll of roofing felt that was standing precariously on its end. The felt fell over against a plank of wood that was resting on two wooden trestles, knocking over a large, black plastic bucket that was on the edge of the plank. The workmen used the bucket to wash their tools, and it was half-full of cold, dirty water.
Stephanie, still seated, seething on the roof, her panties still stretched out behind her, watched helplessly as this chain of events passed, almost in slow motion, at her side.
She only had time to emit a horrified 'Oh no!', as the bucket tipped over and landed on her head. The next moment, she gasped, then froze, as the cold, dirty water cascaded over her head, over her tits, stiffening her nipples, then splashed spectacularly over her stomach and the front of her panties.
'Nooooo!', she yelled, in a tantrum, beating the roof with her fists in sheer frustration and humiliation, her beautiful head hidden by the black, plastic bucket. It was just one thing after another!
She pulled the bucket off her head, and wiped the disgusting water from her face. She was soaked through, and sitting in a dirty puddle of water. Unbeknownst to Stephanie, events were unfolding behind her that would heap yet another indignity on her.
The workmen had been told hurriedly to get off the roof when Amanda had first conceived her plan. One of the men, a disgusting slob called Bob, had just opened a tin of baked beans to have for his lunch. Bob the Slob was not known for his culinary expertise.
The opened tin had been left sitting beside the black bucket, and had now tipped over on it's side. The unsuspecting Stephanie, her panties pulled out far behind her, did not realise that a steady stream of cold baked beans in a thick tomato sauce was now trickling down into the back of her full-cut pink panties, stretched out so invitingly behind her.
Still fuming from her soaking, she reached behind and removed the hook from her panties. Slowly, she got to her feet, and began to unpick the painful wedgie. It was at this point, as she rearranged her big panties over her butt, that she became aware of the cold beans slithering over her rear-end, plastering her pantied-seat, some of the sauce and beans sliding all the way down between her legs.
'What the…'. Then she noticed the tin of beans lying on its side.
'Yuuuck!', she exclaimed, squirming in her uncomfortable, ruined panties, grimacing miserably as the beans continued to slowly travel down her butt-cheeks.
'That b*tch is SO for it', she muttered. The only thing that was going to make this all worthwhile was the chance to humiliate the snickering Glamour Girl as she tried to get on to the roof. She threw the rope back over the edge, and began to plan what she might do to the sexy superheroine.
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