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Lisa Gets Her Just Deserts by Shaw (copyright 1/04/2000)

28 year-old Lisa Barrington had several reasons to be feeling more than usually smug and full of herself this afternoon as she dressed herself in her luxurious bedroom. For one thing, it was a gorgeous day for her annual garden party. This was the social event of the year, because of her husband's position and wealth, so it allowed the snooty Lisa to lord it over her 'friends'. It also gave her the chance to act the complete b*tch to the caterers, male and female, berating and generally belitting them. She'd made them re-arrange all the furniture twice already and was about to make them do it all again. Another reason for her good humour was that her husband had been called away again on business. True, he provided her with wealth and status, but could not begin to supply the amount and frequency of cock that she needed. So, whenever hubby was away, Lisa sucked and fucked her way through a variety of men - mainly the husbands of 'friends', but also tradesmen and manual labourers. Of course, she made them work hard for the privilege. She demanded that they spend hours licking and sucking on her pussy before she allowed them to fuck her. She'd occasionally play wicked little games with them, 2 nights ago, she'd seduced the husband of her great rival, Laura, and made him wear her panties while he sucked her. It give her an extra thrill to demean him, knowing that he was that b*tch Laura's husband. Last night, she'd spent hours riding on the cock of the pool cleaner, who was tied to the bed, and not allowed to come. Lisa continued dressing, deciding not to wear a bra underneath her silk white blouse. She had beautifully firm, round breasts, and liked to tantalise the men, and annoy the women, by having her nipples visibly poking against the material. She pulled the sensual white silk stockings over her legs and fastened them to her suspender belt. Then she put on pretty silk pink panties, and admired herself in the mirror, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She turned and ran her hands over her perfect jutting ass, feeling the soft silky panties against her hand. 'I wonder who'll get the honour of taking these off me tonight' she mused and felt her pussy twinge at the thought of it.

Two hours later, the party was underway. Guests stood in groups on the large lawn, or on the stone balcony at the house, helping themselves to the copious amount of food on the tables as waiters offered trays of drinks. Lisa had already picked out her 'stud' for the evening - a muscle-bound no-brain waiter called Todd. He'd been easy to hook, and Lisa hoped his muscles were as large where it counted most. Wearing the white silk blouse and matching skirt, she made pleasant small talk with her 'guests', who hated having to come to these events. For the men, it was an ordeal, half aching to fuck the undeniably gorgeous hostess again, half wincing at the way she'd treated them. For the women, it was awful to have the insufferable snob flirting with their husbands and having to take her b*tchy remarks. It was especially excruciating for Laura.

'How wonderful to see you, Laura', Lisa gushed, 'And that dress - I knew you would get a lot of wear out of it.'

Laura fumed inwardly, but forced a smile, and noticed her husband's face redden. Just then, Laura noticed a tall, athletic brunnete dressed in tight jeans and a checkered shirt, which strained against her firm breasts.

'Who on earth is that?', asked Laura.

'Some trailer trash lost her way', snapped Lisa. 'She certainly does not belong here - look at her'. Most of the men already were. The dark-haired girl was fully as desirable as Lisa herself, another thing that Lisa did not like about her.

The girl approached. 'Hi. I'm Sharon. I'm looking for Lisa Barrington'.

'I'm Lisa Barrington. I don't believe I've had the pleasure'.

Sharon smiled at her coldly. 'That's just the problem, b*tch - I believe that you have'

Lisa glared. 'How dare you. Get out of here at once'.

'Not until I've taught you a little lesson, b*tch. You may have lots of money and fancy clothes, but underneath, you're just a little wh*r*'.

Laura had to stiffle a giggle at this, and everyone now turned to watch the commotion.

'Impertinent hussy', Lisa snapped, and went to slap the interloper. But Sharon grabbed her arm, and Lisa felt herself being spun round, then felt Sharon pull at the back of her blouse. 'No' she cried, as Sharon pushed her forward, her blouse remaining in Sharon's hands.

The men watched in fascination as Lisa crossed her arms in front of herself to try and hide her magnificent, exposed breasts. The women looked on in satisfaction, gleefully enjoying her humiliation. Lisa, mortified at being treated like this, stamped her foot impotently.

'Todd', she snapped,' Deal with this b*tch'.

Lisa looked on triumphantly as Todd approached Sharon. With lightning speed, she punched him in the stomach, kneed him in the groin, then threw him over her shoulder, sending him crashing into some tables.

This dispelled any notion any of the watching guests might have had of intervening on Lisa's behalf. Most were in any case enjoying the spectacle too much.

Lisa made a quick decision. Faced with a much stronger opponent intent on teaching her a lesson, the haughty, red-faced society queen did the only thing left open to her - she turned and ran, arms still crossed over her exposed tits. Sharon lunged forward and grabbed the back of the retreating dress. It came tearing off with a satisfying rip and poor Lisa now found herself stripped to her stockings and pink satin panties, in broad daylight, in front of her sniggering 'friends'.

'Oh no', she wailed, outraged at this latest indignity, and continued her run, face beetroot rate, her pink pantied bottom jiggling as she fled. She had no idea which of the many men she had slept with was Sharon's, and right then she did not care - she had to get to the house and escape from this mortifying situation. However, Sharon was too quick, and blocked Lisa's exit at the balcony. Lisa looked round desperately - there were tables of food to her left, and she picked up a wooden spatula, and waved it as menacingly as she could, while trying to keep her tits hidden with her other arm, embarrassingly aware of how ridiculous she must look, trying to shield her tits, stripped to her pretty pink panties.

'Stay away from me, or I'll …I'll …'.

'Still not learned your lesson, b*tch', laughed Sharon. She approached Lisa, twisted the spatula-wielding arm until poor Lisa was being made to bend over. Then she realised that her head was trapped between Sharon's legs, and that she was bent over, her pantied rear facing the on-lookers. Things were going from bad to worse for the snooty Lisa.

'No…let me go…let me up you b*tch'.

Sharon forced the spatula from Lisa's hand.

'Not until you've learned your lesson, you stuck-up bimbo'.

With that Sharon proceeded to swat each gorgeous cheek of the defenceless bottom. Lisa squealed in outrage, moving her ass as best she could to avoid the punishment. This merely added to ludicrous spectacle, as her perfectly-rounded bouncing bottom reddened. She couldn't believe this was happening to her - stripped and spanked in public. It was tooo humiliating.

Sharon meanwhile gleefully paddled the helpless butt squirming in front of her, the pretty pink panties giving no protection from each swat of the spatula. Lisa decided to try and crouch down to avoid any more of this humiliation. This was a mistake.

'Get your fat ass up in the air where I can paddle you, b*tch', snarled Sharon, and she grabbed the back of Lisa's panties and pulled hard.

'Oh no … stop it', wailed Lisa, as her ass was hoisted back up, and her panties pulled hard up her ass cheeks in an extremely painful, unbelievably humiliating wedgie.

'Looks like roast rump on the menu', mocked Sharon, confirming what Lisa already new. The wedige meant that her full-cut panties were now more like a thong, and that most her painful, reddened derriere was now on display. The pain from the panties pulled hard in to her crack, and the pain from the continued spanking were only outweighed by the sheer indignity of a public wedgie and spanking. Being stripped had been bad enough, but this was positively humiliating.

'Let me go --- ooow! ..stop it….yeeouw!… b*tch…aaaaghh!'

Lisa's 'friends' watched with barely concealed delight as the spatula smacked against each exposed cheek in turn, flattening the generously rounded bottom, and turning her ass a bright red. Lisa's face was even redder. She had imagined that Todd was the only one who would be seeing her underwear that day. It never occurred to her that the whole party, plus waiters and waitresses, would be seeing her panties wedged up her ass while she received a long painful spanking.

With one last, particularly painful swat, Sharon released Lisa's head. She immediately began rubbing her reddened bottom furiuosly, and carefully unpicked the wedgied panties from her ass, her tits now completely exposed, wobbling lasciviously, as she tried to take the heat out of her well-paddled seat.

'I have never been so humiliated in my life', she seethed, all to aware that Sharon's enjoyment was more than matched by the pleasure that the others had felt in watching her being taken down a peg or ten. Especially her arch-rival Laura, who was clearly enjoying this immensely.

'Learned your lesson yet, b*tch?'.

She should simply have said yes. Or said nothing at all. But the smug looks and sniggering from the watching women, the pain in her bottom, the fact that she, Lisa Barrington, society queen, had been stripped, wedgied and spanked in public by this cow, drove her to new fury. She was determined to exact some form of revenge. On the food table beside her, she espied a large cream gateau. She picked it up and hurled it at the laughing Sharon. Sharon ducked and it hit the hapless Todd full in the face as he tried to pick himself up, knocking him down again.

'Oh, you shouldn't have done that, bimbo' said Sharon menacingly.

Lisa backed away slowly. Sharon grabbed her and turned her to face the audience, who were wondering gleefully what further indignities would be heaped on the haughty, proud Lisa.

'Let me go ..'

Sharon held her from the back and pulled the elastic of the panties out at the front, then with her free hand picked up a jug of cream from the table.

Lisa struggled, but was held fast.

'Oh no', thought Lisa, 'she wouldn't .. not in my panties…oh no'.

'A little cream for the tart' laughed Sharaon, as she slowly poured the cream down the front of the pink panties. Lisa let out a gasp as the cold cream flooded the front of her panties. Soon cream was running down the leg-holes of her pink undies, over her stockings. Her pussy was now saturated in the cold, thick cream, the panties now a soggy mess at the front.

Lisa squirmed and gasped as this latest humiliation. Then she felt herself being turned round, and the elastic at the back of her panties being pulled well out.

'No…noo…' she cried, 'Oh God no'. But it was in vain. Triumphantly, Sharon filled the back of the pink panties with a large gateau, and rubbed it in gleefully. Lisa's squirmed again as she felt the gooey mess filling her panties, and coating her seat. She felt the gooey mess slithering around her pantied-seat and knew that everyone was getting a first-class view of her squirming around in her pretty, pie-filled panties.

'And finally …' said Sharon, as she hoisted Lisa up, and walked to the balcony wall. She had noticed a spare hook on the wall, used for hanging flower baskets. Before Lisa full understood what was happening, Sharon had hooked the elastic at the back of her panties over the hook, and left the snooty, humiliated Lisa dangling by her underwear.

Lisa kicked and squealed at this final indignity. Her feet were a few metres from the ground. Her panties were now half-way up her back. Cream and gateaux were now being wedgied into her ass and her pussy. She was helpless and totally humiliated, suspended by her underwear, her soggy panties now stretched to breaking point.

'Get me down you b*tch. Oooooh!'.

Some gateau was being forced out of the leg-holes of the panties, and down her stockings. The panties themsleves were now wedged firmly up her crack and at the front she was aware that her pussy-lips were now visible either side of the stretched pink panties.

'I'll get you for this you b*tch', she wailed, and aimed another kick at Sharon. At the back of Lisa's legs was a small ledge, used to hold plants. Sharon picked up 2 small cactus pots, and laid them on the ledge directly below each of Lisa's well-spanked butt-cheeks.

'No..oh no…haven't you humiliated me enough?', she wailed, dangling painfully by her ever-stretching panties.

'Happy landings, b*tch', laughed Sharon, as she turned to leave.

'I'll get you for this. No one humiliates Lisa Barrington! b*tch!'.

Lisa struggled furiously, aware that the prickly cacti were now only inches from her already painful ass cheeks. The more she struggled, the more the panties stretched, and the more they rubbed against her ass and pussy. She could not believe what was happening, but was helpless to avoid the inevitable rendezvous between her bubble-butt and the cactus.

There as a final ripping sound, followed by another loud yelp from Lisa as each cheek landed firmly in a cactus pot She landed on her feet, and again her hands went straight to her poor rear, now covered in painful cactus needles. Her soggy torn pink panties now hung ignominiously from the hook, and the carefully trimmed, delectable, cream-covered pussy was now fully on display.

'Ohhh…ooow---yeow'. Every move meant a painful jab from the needles in her poor tormented behind as her guests fought hard to mask their delight at seeing Lisa being so firmly and humiliatingly put in her place.

Half and hour later, Lisa was bent over her sofa, her cactus-covered bottom high in the air. Laura was offering 'sympathy' and removing the cactus needles as clumsily and painfully as she could.

'Poor Lisa. I wonder who that horrible woman was'

'Oouch!'

'We could inform the police but I'm sure you don't want the whole country to hear about you being stripped …'

'Yeeow!'

'Spanked'

'Oooooh'

'Wediged and generally humiliated in public'

'Aaaaggh!'

Lisa simply fumed as her friend forced her to relive her ordeal.

'To leave you dangling by you panties like that …'

'Ooow'

'And to put cactus pots under your bottom, well that was just plain wicked. God it must have been soooo humiliating for you'

Lisa was seething by now, but helpless to stop her 'friend' rubbing it in.

Laura picked up a jar of 'ointment' and poured a liberal quantity into her hands. She looked at Lisa's bottom, stuck up in the air, and smiled to herself as she began to apply the 'soothing ointment'.

'Now, this may sting a little, Lisa'.

'YEEEEOOOOOOOW!'

The next night Laura entered the dressing room of women's wrestling star 'The b*tch Buster', and handed her an envelope.

'I know we agreed 2 thousand, but I 've included an extra 500. It was great. The little b*tch will never be able to look down her nose at me again. The cactus - real nice touch - and the ointment you gave me - wow! - she nearly hit the ceiling. She won't be sitting down for a week. Now everyone will have to bow and sc**** to me'.

'Sharon' took the money.

'It was a pleasure. I love taking b*tches like that down'. Laura left, and 'Sharon' lay back in her chair, and smiled.

'Two and half thousand for doing what I love best. Wonder how much Lisa would pay to return the compliment?'