PART 31
‘Is my dear little sister okay?’, called out Amanda. ‘I heard a squeal earlier…’
‘No, I’m fine’, shouted Stephanie, unconvincingly.
‘Yeah, she’s fine’, concurred Glamour Girl. ‘Seems to have been drenched in cold, muddy water though’.
This brought a snigger from the crowd beneath them.
‘And her panties are full of baked beans!’
More laughter as Stephanie continued to glare, boiling with rage. Then Glamour Girl bent over to haul up the rope, presenting a perfect target. All thoughts of subtle revenge were gone now – Stephanie just wanted to give the snickering bimbo a kick in the pants. But as she bent her leg back, her other foot slipped on the puddle of water that she had been sitting in earlier, and with another wail of outrage, she fell backwards onto the wooden timbers and roofing felt behind her.
Glamour Girl looked round just in time to see the look of disgust on Stephanie’s pretty face as she felt the beans squishing over her rear and up into her pussy as her pretty behind splatted against one of the timbers, lying at an angle against one of the trestles. Standing with her panties full of cold baked beans had been bad enough, but having to sit on them was a lot worse.
‘Yeeeeeuch!’, she exclaimed, her face contorted with discomfort. Then she yelped in alarm as she her feet slid forward and she found herself sliding ass-first down the wooden plank. Just before she landed with a thump on her already tender derriere, she yelped again as a vicious splinter embedded itself in her gorgeous left butt cheek.
‘Yeeeeooooo!’, she cried. She jumped to her feet in double-quick time, doing a little war-dance, trying to extract the splinter, giving Glamour Girl no end of amusement.
‘b*tch!’, yelled Stephanie, now in full temper tantrum mode, stamping her foot in outrage.
‘Something the matter?’, yelled up Amanda, hopefully.
‘Seems like little Miss Granny-Panties has a splinter in her butt!’
Stephanie shot Glamour Girl another outraged look as she tried unsuccessfully to remove the offending splinter from her well-rounded ass-cheek.
‘Here…let me help’, offered Glamour Girl.
The indignant Stephanie had little option but to follow her instructions, and she found herself on all fours, thrusting her gorgeous butt out behind her, as Glamour Girl looked for the splinter. The b*tchy superheroine was enjoying this immensely. Stephanie had found it sooo funny when she had been knocked into the mud by the goat. Now the little brat was stripped to her ruined panties, with a painful splinter in her ass.
‘Aw! Poor baby! Is it sore? Bratty little Stephanie got a splinter in her butt?’
Stephanie, reduced now to the ruined ball-gown bodice and bean-soaked panties, thrusting her behind up so that her rival could mockingly remove a splinter from her butt, felt totally humiliated, and very frustrated that all her plans to degrade Glamour Girl had backfired.
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