[Chasmo]

“You know you want to Mr. Hess,” the TV temptress purred, “or should I call you Adam. I see you staring at me every time you see me while your wife stuffs her face and my mom pathetically flirts with you. Well now’s your chance big boy – to spank my young, firm ass . . . am I making you hard . . ?”

For a moment the entire flower show crowd – attendees and protestors alike – stood in shocked silence. Anna Parnell in the meantime, her eyes as large as saucers behind her fancy sunglasses and feeling more than a bit feint, swallowed hard wondering whether she wasn’t in the middle of a nightmare. And then – without warning and practically at once, the silence was replaced by howling laughter, catcalls and comments.

“Sexy panties Anna,” shouted one of Maria’s friends.

“Spank me Mr. Hess,” yelled another laughing.

“Why you little tramp,” came the enraged voice of Rebecca Ross.

Shocked and embarrassed by her one daughter’s idea of revenge and her other’s wanton display, Danielle as always attempted to make her voice the loudest in the crowd.

“MARIA . . . how dare you . . .,” she bellowed, “turn that off this instant!!”

“And Anna . . . what in God’s name . . . your behavior is disgraceful,” she stormed on, furious at her daughter both for her on screen ribaldry and for daring to call out her flirting with Adam Hess.

As Katherine, Nicole, Emily, Rachel and Rebecca took no small joy at Danielle’s rising discomfort – loving the fact that the self-proclaimed pillar of decent society appeared to be choking on her daughter’s shameless behavior, Maria again tapped on her phone causing Anna’s show to come to an end an entirely different one to begin.

“Oooooh baby, you are perfect,” came the voice from the screens that now showed Anna’s mom – Danielle Marie Parnell – admiring herself wearing nothing but high black heels, a minuscule camouflage print thong, a matching, sheer push-up bra and a smile, in a giant mirror in what appeared to be the cavernous master bedroom of her gated Davidsonville manse.

“All men want to see you and all women want to be you,” the on-screen alpha-mom continued smiling at her own image, “but none of them is worthy.”

While onlookers and the real time Danielle stared in shock at the latter’s televised performance, the star of that show appeared to place on her head an army officer’s hat to compliment her naughty camo lingerie.

“Does this make you stand up and salute boys,” the sexy solicitor asked of her imagined audience while turning to the side, bending her knees and pushing her spectacular ass out wantonly, “well . . . does it, Adam . . . how about you Aaron . . . does it excite a little boy like you to see a real woman . . . and Will . . . is this what you imagine when you stare at mommy . . . and steal her panties? Well dream on losers . . . because none of you will ever see me this way.”

Just as had happened less than ninety seconds prior, the stunned silence in response to what was being witnessed was shattered by a cacophony of howling laughter, whistles and applause.

“Looks like they’re seeing you that way after all,” came one unseen woman’s voice.

“Like mother, like daughter,” came another.

“Who is the disgraceful one now mother,” taunted Maria.

Danielle was dumbstruck as her ordinarily smug face took on the look of a deer in the headlights. How could this be happening? She needed to do something to stop these . . . these commoners . . . from pointing and laughing at her . . . at her!! And what about Anna . . . what if Adam and Aaron thought her daughter was hotter than she!!

“That . . . that’s not me,” she cried plaintively knowing that the truth was indisputable, “it’s some internet video trick . . . it’s a deep fake!”

But as the volume of the laughter only increased, Danielle knew she needed at least to stop the film from running.

“Turn that off now Maria,” she barked in an attempt to reassert her authority over her daughter.

“Turn it off,” echoed Anna, glad for a moment that she was out of the spotlight but still reeling from her own experience and terrified of what else might be in store.

“Make me,” Maria smiled, delighted that her mother and sister were at last the one’s on the receiving end of some humiliation.

Taking the bait as Maria had hoped, both Anna and Danielle Parnell began to lunge in their towering heels toward her phone. What happened next would be the beginning of the end for both.

In Anna’s case, just as she sprang toward her younger sister, the powerful right hand of Rebecca Ross, whose husband Adam Hess had featured in the televised vignettes of both the daughter and mother Parnell, managed to grab tightly onto the back of the teen’s fashionable, feathered frock. The luxe garment, while designed for maximum impact as a fashion statement, was certainly not crafted for durability.

As the sound of a very loud RIIIIIIIPPP!!! echoed through the crowd, a veritable blizzard of blush pink feathers momentarily obscured the shell-shocked Anna Parnell. When that moment passed, however, and as the feathers that had only seconds before adorned her fabulous body floated to the ground, the super-sexy teen was revealed not in some mouth wateringly sexy thong, g-string or boy shorts but rather in a somewhat washed out and certainly too small pair of full-cover children’s cartoon cotton panties which in the back said “Sponge Bob” and in the front portrayed a picture of that self-same comic cutup! Up top the teenage tease was sporting a completely utilitarian nude backless, strapless silicone gel push-up bra.

The revelation was more than either the crowd or Anna could bear.

“Oh. My. God,” laughed Sharon Miras as she pointed at a now knock-kneed and cowering Anna whose hands were alternatively attempted to cover her ridiculous panties and push-up bra, “it looks like Ms. Grown Up over there isn’t such a big girl after all.”

“N-n-n-oooo,” stuttered the eldest Parnell daughter as everyone was not pointing and laughing at her, “I n-n-never wear these . . . I don’t . . . just this once because . . . well . . . my big brother stole my s-s-s-sexy . . . big girl panties . . .”

Anna’s public melt down only caused those she had mocked as nerds, losers and geeks to laugh all the harder at her.

“Awww . . . is the wittle baby going to cry,” one shouted as – when Anna’s fashionable sunglasses slid down her perfect nose in shock – her eyes appeared to be watering up.

“Stop it,” croaked Anna, now in a complete panic, “stop making fun of me . . . I am a big girl . . . I mean a woman . . . mom . . . mommy . . . make them stop.”

“Make them stop mommy,” taunted one of Maria’s teammates as the crowd continued to howl.

Danielle Parnell had had enough. Putting aside her own embarrassment at the ongoing video of her camo lingerie performance, the angered Tiger Mom knew she needed to intervene on behalf of her cub (particularly now that Danielle was confident that she and not her daughter was the hotter of the two). And she was going to begin with that smirking Sharon Miras. First that nerd broke her son’s heart and now she was humiliating her daughter – not on Danielle’s watch.

“Why you little dork,” Mrs. Parnell stormed as she shifted her ire from Maria to Sharon, drawing back her hand to slap the young girl across the face, “it’s about time you learned your place.”

“Mom, no,” shouted Maria who, in order to stop her mother from getting into trouble for assault, turned the garden hose she was holding directly onto Danielle.

The stream of water first struck the angry alpha-mom in the face, knocking off both her high fashion chapeau and her giant sunglasses. But Maria didn’t stop there. Aiming the strong spray at her mother’s feathered frock, the youngest Parnell created again the scene that had just played out with Anna – feathers, this time soaking wet, flew everywhere, momentarily obscuring the crowd’s view both of Danielle and a still panicking Anna. And what a site it was when that moment passed!! As the crowd looked on dumbstruck, a soaking wet Danielle Marie Parnell – hair drenched, once perfect make-up running and wearing naught but her 5” high Christian Louboutin So Kate ankle boots and the very “Spank Me” thong that Anna had sported on screen – gave panicked voice to the obvious.

“Oh my God,” the disheveled diva screamed, “I’m practically naked!!”

The crowd – not surprisingly -- went wild with the likes of Katherine Wray and Emily Duncan high fiving one another while the teen boys who had come to join the protest along with the many of the adult men otherwise attending the flower show began capturing for posterity on their phones video footage of the sexy mother and daughter who had for so long mocked and humiliated them while mercilessly teasing the treasures that they thought never would be seen but were now on full display.

In the meantime, Anna – whose hat and glasses like her mother’s had been knocked from her head due to the pressure of the water, whose push up bra had fallen from her proud chest onto the ground and whose own soaked and tangled hair, running makeup and now damp Sponge Bob panties made her look even more the child – was completely melting down.

“Mommy,” she babbled like a toddler, “mommy the water knocked your dress off . . . and why aren’t you wearing a bra . . . and . . . and . . . are those my big girl thong underpants . . . why did you steal them mommy?!?”

For the first time in her life, Danielle Marie Parnell was speechless. As she stood knock-kneed, perfect ass pushed out unintentionally into an oversexualized pose while trying unsuccessfully to cover it with her one bejeweled hand while with the other shielding her magnificent tits the nipples of which were hard as diamonds from the combination of cold water and abject degradation, her usually facile mind was misfiring terribly. How had this happened? Where was her beautiful dress – her armor? What would become of her at work? And Anna – was she really nearly naked too – were her tits always that big? But despite the endless chatter in her own head no sound was emerging from her lovely lips which – reflecting her shock and humiliation – had formed a perfect “O” on her otherwise stunned face.

“Nothing to say have we Parnell,” asked Rachel Miras as, taking a seat on one of the nearby flower show chairs she pulled the former alpha-mom over her knee while nearby her daughter also sought some retribution.

“Oh no you don’t,” shouted Rachel’s daughter Sharon as Anna Parnell – crying like a baby – attempted to flee the scene.

Unfortunately for Sharon, her attempt at grabbing the one-time teen temptress resulted in her merely tearing from Anna’s fabulous ass her childish Sponge Bob underwear. More unfortunately for Anna – revealed in her most intimate place to be completely shaved and now wearing nothing but her spectacularly high, 5.5”, 70s inspired, white patent leather Prada sandals -- evading Sharon’s grasp caused her to run headlong into a very vengeful Rebecca Ross who, delighted at the turn of events, was about to make quite the example of the girl who only minutes before had so teased her husband and humiliated her.

“Well, well, well,” Rebecca laughed as the powerful woman pulled the eldest Parnell child over her knee, “it looks like the shoe is suddenly on the other foot now doesn’t it . . . Miss Parnell. And while we’re talking about shoes, I don’t think a little girl like you should be wearing such high heels.”

As Anna, now splayed across Rebecca’s lap like a petulant child, unsuccessfully attempted to kick her long, toned legs, Mrs. Adam Hess held them tight and from each foot removed the sexy shoes that were last remnants of Anna’s adult self.

“Now what was it that your sl*tty little underwear said – the grown-up ones that is,” Rebecca mocked, “what was it that you wanted my husband to do to you . . . oh . . . that’s right . . . spank you.”

And with that, as the entirety of the flower show’s audience looked on, Rebecca Ross began mercilessly to punish the perfect posterior of Anna Parnell.

“This one is for teasing my husband,” Rebecca smiled, “and for calling me fat . . . and for being such a showoff just like your mother.”

Her mother, thought Anna as she stared absently at the crowd of people watching her undoing, what had happened to her mother . . .

“What’s the matter Danielle,” teased Rachel Miras as, with Anna’s mother over her knee, she took a pair of handcuffs from an attending officer and slapped them on to the silenced solicitor’s perfectly formed wrists, “cat got your tongue?!?!”

“I . . . I . . . well . . ,” stammered Danielle fruitlessly.

“Don’t worry dear . . ,” laughed Rachel, “after all, you have the right to remain silent . . .”

And as the entire crowd howled at the once imperious Danielle Marie Parnell . . . whose ass like her daughter’s was now being spanked in this case by the Maryland District Attorney herself . . . Rachel Miras reached into her pocket and pulled out two surgical masks. One she placed over the mouth of the still stunned Danielle before - tearing off the castigated counselor’s “spank me” thong – she rolled her humbled onto the wet ground. The other – a child’s mask with Sesame Street’s Elmo on the front – she handed to her smiling daughter Sharon who, feeling better than ever and with her boyfriend Aaron Tabash in hand, walked over to where Rebecca Ross was still disciplining Anna.

“Who is the child now Parnell,” laughed Sharon Miras, as she placed the childish mask over Anna’s face .

“It’s me Miss Sharon. . .” croaked Anna knowing she had lost completely, “I’m the child now.”

“And this event is for grown ups isn’t it,” Sharon teased.

“Yes ma’am,” Anna responded penitently.

“Well then you better get your naked little ass out of here so my man and I can enjoy it!”

As Rebecca Ross rolled the beaten Anna Parnell onto the ground next to her catatonic and naked Mother, Maria Parnell honked the Porsche’s horn to get the attention of her finished family members.

“Get in the back right now you two,” she shouted, “I put the top down to give you some room but make sure you keep those masks on.”

As Anna and Danielle ran nude save for their masks toward the waiting car, the giant Apple TVs returned to the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra that was in the final throws of the 1812 Overture – what a perfect ending to the flower show.