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Lisa And Laura's Day In The Park - Part 1 by Shaw (copyright 17/12/2000)

One month after Lisa had triumphantly gained her revenge over Laura, culminating with a humiliating over-the-knee spanking, there was considerable tension in the wealthy suburb they dominated. Everyone secretly thought that they had both got exactly what they deserved, but, since many depended on Lisa and Laura's husbands for jobs, contracts, social contacts etc. (something which both women ensured they never forgot), the entire community had to pretend to sympathise with one, or both, of them.

Laura had been too ashamed to show her face in public for weeks after her ordeal, but it became common knowledge that she planned to attend the next important event on the social calendar - a charity fund-raiser in the park for deprived children. Neither Lisa or Laura, of course, gave a hoot about deprived children, but the event did get their pictures in the society pages, pretending to do something worthwhile. Laura had contacted Sharon, 'The b*tch-Buster', determined to get some pay-back for her recent humiliations. Lisa, of course, had also contacted Robin, 'The Brat'.

Sharon and Robin sat in 'The b*tch-Buster' dressing room, after their latest bouts in the wrestling ring.

'I hate to pass up the chance of being paid again to put these b*tches in their place', said Robin, 'but they want us to fight each other. I don't see that we can do it'.

Sharon smiled broadly, as Robin gazed at her intently. Robin enjoyed heterosexual sex as much as most women (and she still seethed when she recalled how Lisa had deprived her of D'Arcy's hot, throbbing cock after the fancy-dress ball), but she also had a girlish crush on Sharon, and had spent many happy, exhausted hours on the other end of Sharon's strap-on dildo.

'You told me that you had convinced Lisa that you could beat me'.

'Yes, and she can't wait to get her revenge on you'.

'She must be as stupid as she is stuck-up. Anyway, the woman who organises the charity fund-raiser is a friend of mine. She says that Lisa and Laura don't actually contribute much, they just like to be seen there. I think I have a plan that will earn us some more money, give us the pleasure of seeing these two snobs humiliated again, and raise some money for a good cause'.

Robin was thrilled at this prospect. She had loved making Laura suffer, and as for Lisa, she was, if anything, acting more b*tchily than ever after she had got her revenge on Laura.

'I need to speak to the organisers, but we'll also need to involve 'Julie The Cop''.

Robin flushed angrily at this. Julie The Cop was a colleague in the wrestling ring, a tall, dark powerfully built woman who made no secret of her lesbian tendencies. Robin was convinced that she was after Sharon.

'Why do we have to involve that b*tch?'

'If you wait till I tell you the plan, then you'd understand'.

'So, it's not because you want to be with her'.

'Of course not', said Sharon, genuinely puzzled. 'Julie would be perfect for this job, that's all'.

'You saw what she did to me last week'.

'But the script called for you to be hand-cuffed to the turnbuckle'.

'Yes, but it didn't see anything about exposing my panties and spanking me!' protested Robin, colouring red at the memory.

'Well, you were rather asking for it', laughed Sharon.

'She just wanted to humiliate me in front of you'.

'Don't be ridiculous. Now come on, we've a lot to do'

On the morning of the fund-raiser, there was a sharp contrast in the moods of Lisa and Laura.

Lisa swept majestically down the long stair-case in her house, and caught a satisfying glimpse of herself in the hall mirror. She was wearing a simple, classic white knee-length silk skirt, that clung sensually to her perfect, beautifully rounded rear, and shimmered around her thighs and legs as she walked. A red silk blouse similarly rippled softly around her firm, pear-shaped breasts. The top 2 buttons were deliberately left undone to give a tantalising glimpse of her swelling boobs. She wore white stiletto shoes, and a dramatic broad-brimmed hat on top of her long, blonde tresses. Her mood could hardly have been better. She enjoyed displaying her beauty and her wealth at these society functions - even if, today, she would have to pat horrible, bratty little children on the head and smile at them.

Also, her husband was away on business again, so she'd had a succession of young men, over the last week, kneeling between her legs, worshipping her insatiable pussy with their tongues (and cocks, if they were well-enough endowed). The latest of these had been one of the gardener's assistants, Julio. But mostly she was pleased at the thought that she had restored herself to her former position of pre-eminence, after the encounter with Sharon and the cactus-pots. Now she would be able to revel in Laura's discomfiture, and, if all went according to plan, see that b*tch Sharon humiliated as well.

As she went outside and approached the waiting limousine, she saw Julio pruning a hedge nearby.

'Julio!', she cried.

'Yes madam?', said Julio, balls still aching after his two-hour session with Lisa.

'You're fired'.

She got into the car happily. Putting males in their place was always enjoyable, and there was no point in having the risk of Julio still being there when her husband got back. This, she concluded, was going to be a good day.

Laura, by contrast, was still seething at the indignities she'd endured one month before. As she dressed, pulling on her sheer, white panties, the sight of her dark pubic hair, just beginning to grow back again, reminded her about her painful, degrading evening at the hands of Lisa and Robin - the stripping, the mud, the frankfurter, the spankings! Not being able to show her face in public, she'd made her long-suffering husband take her to the West Indies for 3 weeks. Hubby had borne the brunt of her fury, especially after his trick with the after-shave. She'd taken great delight in staying out all night, only to return to the hotel to torment him with long, very detailed accounts of all the cock she'd enjoyed the previous evening. He was going mad with sexual frustration, since Laura denied him all access to her body after his brief fling with Lisa.

Putting him in his place had helped her get over the trauma of the fancy-dress party, so she now felt ready to continue her war with Lisa. She pulled on a light blue summer dress that stopped well above her knees, showing off her long, shapely, stockinged legs. Elegant, and very sexy, she was confident that she'd outshine her rival - the b*tch who'd seduced her wimp of a husband, and then totally humiliated her. She felt her anger rise again, then a wicked smile passed over her beautiful, pouting lips.

Just before she went down for her waiting limo, she ordered a servant to bring up some champagne, then summoned her poor, frustrated husband to her room. Looking suitably contrite, and very sexy, she apologised for all the guys she'd had sex with in the West Indies, and for not giving him any sexual satisfaction.

'Strip down to you underwear, and I'll show you how sorry I am', she cooed.

Almost tearing his clothes off, he stood before her, a huge bulge at the front of his underpants, almost coming there and then as she gently stroked his hard-on, and knelt before him.

'Close your eyes, and I'll give you a big surprise', she whispered, running her tongue round her lips.

He did as he was instructed, and groaned in anticipation as his kneeling, gorgeous wife pulled on the waistband of his underpants at the front. With an evil grin, she lifted the ice-bucket with her free hand, and, taking one last look at his face contorted with desire, and his straining, defenceless manhood, deposited the entire contents of the ice-bucket down the front off poor hubby's pants.

'Aaaaagh! Oooohh! You b*tch', he yelled, as she rubbed the freezing ice all over his helpless cock and balls, which began to shrivel on the spot.

'Sorry, dearest', she laughed. 'I'd forgotten how tiny you cock is. I can hardly see it, far less suck it. Guess I'll just have to get a real man. And after I've fixed Lisa and that bratty little friend of hers, I'll be ready for some big, hot cock - which rather counts you out!'.

He stood there in agony and impotent fury as she enjoyed his distress.

'Poor baby - is your poor little cock all cold', she said, b*tchily.

Hubby glared at her as she prepared to leave.

'You know, I've been thinking, since I wear the pants around here, hubby dearest, maybe you should start wearing the panties'.

With that humiliating rebuke, she left the room and went down to her waiting car, leaving her long-suffering husband to thaw out his frozen prick and balls.

Sharon and Robin were also just leaving for the park, when Sharon quickly went into Julie The Cop's dressing room to finalise the plan. Julie was dressed only in a tiny black G-string, and matching black bra. ('How convenient' thought Robin, angrily). Otherwise she was naked except for a small, gold St.Christopher necklace.

They briefly reviewed the plan. As Sharon and Robin were leaving, Julie walked over to the b*tch-Buster.

'Good luck', she said softly, and planted a loving, wet kiss on Sharon's cheek.

Robin nearly exploded in anger at this.

'That b*tch did that on purpose', she seethed, as they headed for their car. 'And she just happened to be wandering around half-naked when you went in'.

'Stop being such a whiney brat, and get in the car', replied Sharon, impatiently. 'You wait here. I've just realised I've forgotten something. I won't be a minute'.

Robin waited in the car, her fury rising, and wincing as she once more recalled the kiss, and having her butt spanked in the ring by that b*tch.

The park where the charity fund-raiser was being held was thronging with local, well-to-do socialites, many of them speculating whether both Lisa and Laura would really show-up. It was, at least, a beautiful, hot day for the event, and rows and rows of booths and stalls were arranged on the grass. There was a fun-fair with the usual carnival side-shows, there were stalls selling all kinds of produce, from farm vegetetables, cheeses and sea-foods, to home made preserves and cakes. Other stalls were selling second-hand books and bric-a-brac; kisses were being sold for a dollar, and half a dozen clowns wandered round entertaining the crowd with their antics. A dozen or so 'deprived children' had also been bussed in for the occasion, to remind everyone of what the fund-raiser was supposed to be about.

Sharon and Robin split-up on arrival to meet their respective employers who were paying so handsomely for the protection they would receive. Since Sharon and Robin were to stage a mock fight for the benefit of Lisa and Laura, neither had put on a skirt. They did not intend to give the spectators undignified glimpses of their underwear. Sharon was wearing a simple white blouse, and very tight, blue jeans. No red-blooded male could observe that swelling, denin-clad derriere jiggling in front of him without feeling his penis start to twitch.

As for Robin, she had elected to wear pink, spandex cycling shorts that reached half-way down her thighs, and seemed to be in keeping with her bratty persona. They clung to her rear like a second skin. She was sure that Sharon liked them, and had purposely bent over in front of Sharon, ostensibly to tie the lace on her pumps, but really to display her shapely, girlish ass.

'Julie The Cop's fat butt can't compete with that', she had thought, triumphantly.

As Laura and Sharon looked round the various stalls, they saw two of the clowns, one male, the other female, entertaining a group of people, doing tricks for money for the charity. The male clown was tall, and wore a battered top hat, white vest, and ridiculous baggy tartan trousers with suspenders. Laura noted that he was obviously both young and very handsome, despite his garish make-up. He was doing some juggling, then, to cries of astonished delight, took a lollipop from his pocket, waved his hands around, only to make it disappear. Reaching out to a young boy's ear, he apparently reproduced the candy, and gave it to the boy. The female clown, in similar attire, was performing pratfalls, bending over ostensibly to tie her shoe, while young children kicked her behind, provoking an exaggerated tumble. The parents paid the entertainers handsomely for the joy they brought their children.

The sight of happy kids, and young entertainers giving up their free time to clown around to raise money for charity would make most people (including Sharon) happy, but Laura looked down her nose at their childish capering, and outlandish costumes. Then a very happy realisation hit her - she recognised the female clown beneath the make-up and hideous yellow wig. It was Lucy, the young waitress, who had helped engineer her complete humiliation at the fancy-dress ball. Lucy, who had put eggs down her panties, stuck a frankfurter up her pussy, and had written 'Fat-Assed b*tch' on the seat of her undies. Suddenly, this had possibilities.

She walked over to the clowns, and Lucy held back a snigger as she recognised Laura and remembered how this snooty beauty had been totally degraded at the ball, and how she and her waitressing colleagues had made the stuck-up b*tch's life hell for an hour.

'Hi', said Laura to the male clown. 'That was very impressive. I wonder if you would do some tricks for me, if I give some money to the charity?'

'Of course, that's why we're here ma'am', he replied, and Laura smiled seductively at him - too seductively for Lucy's liking.

'Oh, hello Laura, thought you'd have brought a cushion with you'.

'Ah, Lucy, what a pleasure to see you again. I see your fashion sense hasn't improved any since I saw you last'.

'You weren't wearing any clothes at all when I saw you last', replied Lucy, pointedly, pleased to see the blush that spread across Laura's face as she remembered her humiliating exit, naked except for treacle-tarts covering pussy and ass.

'My fiance, Mark', she continued, determined to signal to Laura to keep her hands off, 'and I are raising money for the deprived children - want to contribute?'

'Oh, I'd love to'. Laura took 20 dollars from the small black handbag she was carrying.

'Make the lollipop disappear, only let me try and find it'.

'That's not the way the trick works', said Lucy.

'If I'm paying 20 dollars for the privilege, I think I can dictate how the trick should work, young lady', replied Luara, snootily.

Mark produced another lollipop from his pocket, and, waving his hands around, made it disappear.

'Now then', said Luara, 'is it under you hat?'.

She took off his hat, and ran her fingers through his hair, making Lucy bristle with jealousy.

'No - well maybe in your vest'.

Mark felt a shudder of excitement as the delectable Laura undid the top button of his white vest, and gently ran her fingers over his broad, hairy chest. She felt her excitement rise too, as her hands rubbed over the tanned, muscular torso. He really did have gorgeous young body.

Lucy was not happy about this at all.

'Maybe it's here', said Laura at last, licking her lips, as she put her hand down the front of Mark's baggy trousers, and rubbed slowly and sensuously over the front of his boxer shorts, feeling her nipples harden as she felt the stiffening cock against her palm. Mark was very embarrassed, but also very excited, and could not bring himself to stop her.

'Now just a minute', shouted Lucy.

'Relax, honey, it's for charity, remember', said Laura, breathlessly. 'Anyway, I think I've found the lollipop… I've certainly found something I could lick and suck for hours'.

Laura stared deep into his eyes. She loved being in control sexually, and genuinely longed to have this young, hard cock inside her. And of course there was the added thrill and pleasure of humiliating Lucy by feeling-up her fiance in front of her.

'I think you've had your 20 dollars worth now', said Lucy sharply.

Laura gave Mark's throbbing cock one last gentle squeeze then withdrew her hand.

'And you can collect 100 dollars for the charity too, honey. All you have to do is bend over the way you did for the last group of kids'.

The young waitress hated being at this b*tch's disposal, and was still seething at how she had helped herself to her boyfriend. But it was important to collect as much money as possible for the deprived kids, so Lucy reluctantly turned around.

'Just move along a little to the right, please, honey', said Laura sweetly. Reluctantly Lucy did as she was asked, then realised she was now standing directly in front of a muddy puddle in the grass, where a vehicle had left a deep skid-mark. She knew what Laura intended, of course, but was sure she could engineer her pratfall so that she missed the puddle altogether. That would save her dignity, and greatly annoy this b*tch into the bargain. Just as she was about to bend, Laura walked over.

'The old tying the shoe-lace gag just isn't funny. It would be much more comical if you were pulling your trousers up, wouldn't you say?'

'No way, b*tch', spat Lucy, turning to Mark for some support. His face was still flushed, and his cock still stiff, but he did manage to blurt out, 'That might be funnier at that, and it is 100 dollars for the kids, Lucy'.

100 dollars was more than they had collected the whole day, so Lucy had to bite her tongue and go along with it. Laura smiled over at Mark and Sharon, then slipped the suspenders down Lucy's arms, and the baggy trousers flopped to the ground. The embarrassed Lucy was left standing in her old vest and a pair of ridiculous full-cut white panties decorated with large, red love-hearts, and frills on each leg-hole. This was an unexpected bonus for the vengeful Laura.

'My, what lovely panties… such sweet little love-hearts!', she smirked. 'Now, bend over, honey. Let's make this really funny. A little further, if you please - lets get that butt of yours sticking right out for me'.

Lucy did as she was ordered, hardly daring to imagine how ridiculous she must be looking, her rump, encased in the ridiculous panties, stuck out behind her, just waiting to be kicked - and all in front of her boyfriend who'd she had to watch being fondled by this complete cow. She tried to console herself that it was all for a good cause, but she was squirming with mortification now.

'Perfect' said Laura, taking her time, keeping the young waitress posing in this humiliating position as long as possible, thoroughly enjoying the situation after all the dirty tricks Lucy and the other maids had played on her. Unseen by Lucy, Laura put her left foot on the back of the baggy trousers lying on the ground. Then, with a satisfying swing of her other leg, she landed a hard kick with her foot, right in the middle of Lucy's rear.

With a loud yelp, she fell forward, and she attempted to miss the puddle, then realised too late that her trousers were being held in place behind her. With a loud squelch, Lucy found herself face down in the mud, and groaned, not just at the pain in her butt, but at the feeling of the cold, slimy mud seeping through the front of her vest and panties. Laura thought this was hilarious.

'See! Told you it would be funnier that way. You look soooo ridiculous, honey, face down in the mud in your babyish panties! I knew that would get a big laugh'.

As Lucy slowly regained her feet, burning with shame, Laura took the 120 dollars from her purse.

'Here's your money. Better put it somewhere safe', said Laura, and Mark gasped again as her hand disappeared down the front of his trousers. This time, however, she inserted it into the waistband of his boxers, and soon, after depositing the bills, she was massaging his hard cock and balls, while she pressed her sumptuous breasts against his side.

'Oh dear, poor little Lucy's panties are all wet', she smirked. 'But then, so are mine. My panties are very, very wet too'.

She continued to run her long fingers up and down his shaft while she pressed her crotch against his leg.

'This lollipop's much too big to put in my mouth, so I'll just have to suck it…and lickt…very slowly', she whispered, nuzzling his ear, then turning her head to gloat at the humiliated Lucy, standing in her muddy underwear, watching another woman jerk-off her boyfriend.

'Maybe you can show me how to juggle later, though you'd be surprised at what I can do with a couple of big balls in my hands'.

This was too much for Mark, and Laura turned triumphantly to Lucy as she felt his tormented cock twitch then explode. He stood stiffly for a moment, embarrassed, and uncomfortable. Lucy was speechless with rage at being forced to watch this snooty bimbo jack her boyfriend off. Laura beamed happily as she withdrew her hand, and wiped it on Mark's baggy trousers.

'Looks like it's your boyfriend's lucky day, honey', she joked. 'I think he's just come into some money'.

With a victorious laugh, she snapped her fingers to beckon Sharon, and strode off. Things were going well. She'd humiliated her husband, now she'd totally humiliated the waitress, an added bonus.

'Now for the brat and Lisa', thought Laura.

'God, what total b*tch', thought Sharon.

'Boy, am I in trouble', thought Mark.

As the two pairs of females wandered round the park, it was inevitable that they would eventually meet, and did so between a seafood stall, complete with tanks of fish, and farm produce stall, resplendent with home-made butter, cream and baking.

Lisa and Laura exchanged glares, assessing each other's outfits. Both convinced themselves that they were much more elegant and fashionable, not to say sexy, than the other. Sharon and Robin pretended to glare at each other too.

'Well, well' said Lisa, at last, 'if it isn't the maid-servant. Got your little ruffled panties on?'

Laura reddened as Lisa smiled sweetly, and the on-lookers giggled. Many of them had not attended the fancy-dress party, but everybody had heard about snooty Laura being forced to act the maid.

'And I see you've brought your vulgar, trailer-trash friend with you', she added snootily.

Lisa made sure that she was standing safely behind Robin when she said this. Sharon smiled serenely at her.

'I think I preferred you hanging by your panties with your well-spanked butt over some cactus pots, b*tch', she said.

It was now Lisa's turn to redden, and the sight of Sharon's mocking face, and the memory of her own humiliation made her desperate to see the b*tch-Buster suffer.

'Now who's got the needle?', smirked Laura.

There was a large cream pie on the stall within easy reach. Stung by Sharon's insult, Lisa picked it up and hurled it at her tormentress. Sharon ducked, and the still smirking Laura spluttered in fury and surprise as the pie hit her full in the face.

'b*tch!', she yelled, wiping the cream from her eyes as the on-lookers laughed uproariously at the sight of the elegant beauty's face covered in cream pie. Lisa's disappointment at missing her intended target was more than compensated by seeing her rival so discomfited.

Worse was to come. Robin and Sharon squared up to each other, and, as arranged, began to put on a show of catfighting. Robin tugged at Sharon's hair with one hand, and squeezed her left boob with the other. (Any excuse to feel up Sharon's tits). Sharon yelled in mock fury, and Lisa thrilled at seeing her suffer like this. Then Sharon turned Robin round and, at a pre-arranged signal, hurled her towards Laura, who was still scraping the pie from her face. 'The Brat' collided against her and carefully ensured that she got a good hold of Laura's dress as she did so. As Robin tumbled to the ground, there was a loud rip, a great cheer from the audience, and the mortified Laura was left standing in her lacy white bra, sheer white panties and stockings.

'Oooooh nooo!', she yelled, trying to cover herself with her hands, hugely embarrassed at being displayed in her skimpy, revealing undies in front of the appreciative crowd.

'You did that on purpose, you b*tch', she snarled at Robin, as 'The Brat' regained her feet.

'Cover your droopy old tits with this, Grandma', replied Robin, picking up another cream pie and squishing it all over Laura's boobs.

Laura froze in helpless horror as she felt the pie slither over her tits and bra. She glared at Robin, as she scooped the pie out of her bra, cursing the little brat under her breath, and groaning at being displayed in her bra and panties again for the amusement of the public!

As Sharon and Robin resumed their 'catfight', the enraged Laura was itching to retaliate. She espied a large jug of custard, and determined to pour it over that infuriating little brat's head. She leaned across the table to get it just as Sharon pushed Robin against her again. Poor Laura was knocked headfirst down on to the table, gorgeous snooty face making contact with yet another cream pie, tits and mid-riff colliding with trifles, pastries and gateaux.

'Not again' she squealed, mortified, her pretty face and bra now totally sodden with goo.

'Oh, did you want this?' asked Robin, picking up the jug of custard. Before Laura could straighten herself up again, Robin pushed her face back into the pie. Then Laura could feel the back of her sheer white panties being pulled open, and with another squeal of outrage and humiliation felt her seat being plastered with custard as Robin gleefully dumped the entire contents of the jug down the seat of the unfortunate Laura's panties.

'That should be enough to cover even your fat ass', said Robin b*tchily.

'Oh God', Laura groaned, as she straightened herself, her panties now weighed down heavily with the thick, runny yellow custard. The large crowd that had now gathered laughed loudly as the once elegant snob stood in her pretty lingerie, covered in cream pies, with her panties bulging ridiculously at the back, and oozing custard down her garters and stockinged legs. Laughing loudest of all, and pointing at her in glee, was the triumphant Lisa, still a picture of dignity and elegance in her white silk skirt and dramatic broad-brimmed hat.

'b*tch!' was all the degraded Laura could utter as she felt the custard now slither to the front of her panties, enveloping her pussy. This was not at all going according to plan as far as Laura was concerned. But even worse was still to come.

The two wrestlers continued their performance, with Lisa shouting at Robin to 'Kill the b*tch', and glowing each time her champion landed a punch or a kick. Robin made another assault on Sharon's boobs. As Sharon struggled, Robin tore open the front of 'The b*tch-Buster's' blouse, then Sharon, seeing that the seething Laura was now standing directly in front of a barrel of water at the side of the sea-food stall, pushed Robin away again. Once again she collided heavily with Laura.

'Oh no', Laura yelped again as she felt herself being pushed back.

With a great splash, she found herself sitting in the barrel. The cold water was a great shock to her custard-covered rear and pussy, and, worse, she quickly realised that she was stuck. She kicked her legs impotently, and tried to haul herself out, but she was firmly wedged into it.

The on-lookers obviously found her predicament hugely entertaining, as she continued to kick and yell.

'Help! I'm stuck! Someone get me out of here!'

'I'm sure you'll get out by yourself, Fat-Ass', replied Robin, thoroughly enjoying acting the brat and humiliating this snooty socialite. 'You see - the barrel is full of lobsters'.

Laura was about to give this obnoxious youngster a mouthful of abuse when a very painful pinch to her vulnerable derriere confirmed the truth of what the brat had said.

'YEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOW!', she cried, and with super-human strength, heaved herself out of the barrel. The crowd loved it and were delighted to see that the offending lobster was hanging on painfully to the left cheek of Laura's sodden panties.

'Ooowwww! Oooooooochhhh!', she yelled, hoping around painfully as the lobster continued to torture her much-abused butt.

'Get it off me! Ooow! Someone - help! Yeeoooow!' She continued her ridiculous and undignified dance as the lobster clung even harder to her panties and butt-cheek.

Laura cringed in shame and embarrassment as the stall-holder slowly and carefully began to remove the lobster from her panties. He took his time about it, partly because he rarely got the chance to be in such close proximity to such a gorgeous, panty-clad rear-end, but mostly because, like everyone else, he greatly enjoyed seeing this stuck-up b*tch being so completely and publicly humiliated.

Bending over the table, custard-covered rear displayed to the world, a painful lobster swinging from her panties, her face and tits plastered with pies and cream, Laura seethed with mortification and rage. She'd so wanted revenge on Lisa and Robin - instead she was being completely degraded all over again!

'It's not fair!' she whined to herself, wincing in pain as the lobster was removed. The sight of the delighted, gloating Lisa, her dignity intact made the situation all the more degrading.

Aside from the spectacle of Laura's bent-over ass, the crowd was also enjoying another titillating sight. The rip to Sharon's blouse revealed her black bra, which strained to push-up her two magnificent breasts, jutting out proudly in front of her. She pretended to be outraged at this, but enjoyed showing-off her body, and liked the obvious admiration and yearning from both men and women alike. Robin, however, big fan of Sharon's tits as she was, was not admiring the b*tch-Buster boobs. Instead she was glaring at the St.Chrisopher pendant that hung round Sharon's neck.

They looked arms again, ready for the last part of their pre-arranged fight.

'So that's what you went back for!' hissed Robin. 'That b*tch's St.Christopher. What did you have to do to get it, I wonder'.

'What are you talking about?'.

'Julie's St.Christopher. That's probably her bra too!'.

Robin was shaking with jealousy. Sharon was expecting some wrestling on the ground as agreed. Instead she got a punch to the stomach that winded her, and doubled her over. Then she felt herself being put in a head-lock, and simultaneously being pushed back while her head was lowered further.

'Well, I'll show you!' Robin hissed again, and Sharon became uncomfortably aware that her bent-over bottom was directly in front of the preening, delighted Lisa. Things were going far better than Lisa had dared hope. Laura was a public laughing-stock (again!) and now the b*tch-Buster's defenceless denim-clad butt was being presented to her for some well-deserved payback. The winded Sharon struggled and cursed, but was held secure by The Brat's headlock.

'What are you doing?', whispered Sharon intensely 'This isn't in the script!'

'Neither was fucking Julie', Robin replied.

Lisa's heart raced at the prospect of what she was about to do. Ideally, she would have loved to have pulled down these sexy denims, straining to contain the b*tch-Buster's beautiful rounded rear, and give her a humiliating, panties-down hand-spanking. But she was frightened to get too close in case Sharon broke free. Glancing round, she noticed a tub with farming tools in it - including a large shovel. Tottering on her heels slightly on the grass, she took the shovel out of the tub, took the handle in both hands, then with a loud, satisfying whack paddled Sharon's up-turned behind.

'Yeeow!', cried Sharon, as she felt the heat spread across her entire ass.

'Not so full of yourself now, are you b*tch?' shouted Lisa happily, as she took aim again and landed another painful whack to the b*tch-Buster's behind.

'Yeeouch! Goddamit Robin - she's paddling me!'.

'Serves you right - maybe Julie can kiss it better'.

'You really are a brat! Yeeoow!'.

The triumphant Lisa landed another two very painful whacks to Sharon's posterior, the sheer joy of revenge making her face flush. This tramp who'd so degraded her at her own garden party was getting a taste of her own medicine. It was wonderful, making these two swelling ass-cheeks suffer!

'Now who's getting her ass warmed, you b*tch!'.

After the last painful strike to her rear, Sharon, having got her breath back, as able to break free from the head-lock. Her bottom was now burning with pain, but, more to the point, her pride was hurt - being paddled like that by a snooty little b*tch like Lisa. She turned, glaring, towards Lisa who immediately dropped the shovel and retreated to a safe distance and smirked.

Sharon rubbed her hands over her swelling butt cheeks ruefully, then grabbed Robin and threw her to the ground and the two rolled on the grass in each other's arms, till Sharon managed to sit across the prostrate brat.

'The St.Christopher was a present from my mother. Want to see the letter she sent with it?'

She gave the brat's nipples a vicious tweak as she said this, and the two rolled over again, until Robin was on top.

'How was I to know? And - oooww - my tits!'

'One - you could have asked, and two, serves you right letting that snooty b*tch paddle my butt', hissed Sharon.

They rolled around in the dirt again, then Robin felt herself being hauled to her feet.

'You take care of Laura, and I'll deal with you later', said Sharon then pushed her violently in Laura's direction.

The bedraggled, pie-covered Laura was standing in her totally ruined lingerie, still giving her sore behind the occasional rub when she noticed too late that Robin was hurling towards her again. Robin turned, and made a deliberate grab for the soggy, gooey bra of her opponent.

All that Laura could do was howl in indignation yet again as her full, proud, swaying, cream-covered tits, with their soft, pink nipples, were displayed for the cheering crowd. Oh God, when was this ever going to end? She half-crouched, and covered her gorgeous tits as best she could, a sorry, sodden sight in her ruined panties and custard covered garters and stockings.

'You …you…little BRAT!' was all she could manage, as Robin giggled at her misfortune.

Sharon had meanwhile turned to get her revenge on Lisa, but the snooty society queen had guessed what was coming, and sneaked into one of the stalls and crouched down out of sight behind some sacks of grain. With pounding heart, she watched as Sharon walked past. Then Lisa, still elegant and pristine in her silk outfit watched delightedly as the hugely embarrassed Laura tried to cover her tits, and get out of Robin's way.

'Keep away from me! I'm warning you', cried Laura desperately, backing away. Robin, and the enthralled crowd, could all see that she was backing towards a low bench on which the owner of the farm-produce stall had placed some metal hot plates. These were used to keep his samples of meat and bacon warm, and were heated from below with small T-light candles. Everyone watched in anticipation as the b*tchy, stuck-up Laura moved nearer the bench.

'Jeez, you must be freezing with your droopy old tits naked and your little panties all wet', said Robin. 'This ought to warm you up a bit'.

With a sharp push, Laura fell backwards, and the semi-nude's swelling, beautifully rounded, pantied-rear landed squarely on the hot-plate.

'YEEEEEEEOOOOOWWWWWWW!', she cried, leaping to her feet as Robin, the hiding Lisa, and the on-lookers exploded into laughter. Laura's poor, much-abused ass was now burning with pain, and the once glamourous, sheer white panties were now distinctly singed on the seat. She hopped around, furiously rubbing her bottom, face crimson with embarrassment and rage.

'You little b*tch! Ooooowwwww!'

'I'd give you some lotion to rub on, but that ass of yours is so fat, I'd need a gallon of the stuff', laughed Robin.

Laura spluttered and cursed and rubbed her ass, as Lisa looked on delightedly. She'd anticipated a good day, but this was much, much better than she'd dare to hope. Laura was really getting it!

'Oh, poor little Miss Snooty-Drawer's ass is on fire. Well, this'll cool it down!'.

Laura was manhandled round, then dumped once again into the barrel of water. The relief to her ass was short-lived as she remembered what else the barrel contained.

'Yooouch!'

She was out of the barrel in an instant, but not before enduring another sharp pinch to her lovely derriere from a lobster.

'That poor ass of yours is sure having a bad time! Now it needs warmed up again, and I have the very thing!'

The produce stall holders made their own butter, and Robin picked up a wooden butter-pat from the counter. The crowd could not believe it's luck! She was going to spank her!

'Oh no', wailed Laura. 'Not a spanking. Pleeeease'.

'But it's just what your fat ass needs, and we don't want to disappoint the audience, do we?'.

Laura couldn't believe she was to be spanked in public again, especially since her poor butt was already throbbing with pain in her singed white panties. Robin loved taking this snooty b*tch down, and was about to put Laura over her knee, when she felt herself being grabbed from behind. It was Sharon.

The two grappled once more on the ground.

'Lisa's gone, and Julie will be here in a minute. Because of you, that little b*tch Lisa got to paddle me and get away with it. Well, it's time you learned your lesson'.

The protesting Robin found herself in a vicious leg-scissors.

'What are you doing?', she cried, disappointed that she'd not had the chance to spank Laura and acutely aware that she was being held fast.

'You're going to pay for letting Lisa whack me'.

'Your not going to spank me! Please, no, not in front of all these people. Not in front of Miss Snooty Drawers!'

'Don't worry. I'm not going to spank you'.

Robin's relief was short-lived.

'Miss Snooty Drawers is'.

'WHAT! No! You can't. Sharon, please, I said I was sorry! No! Not her! Not here!'

'You acted like a little brat, now you're going to be treated like a little brat. And I'll bet Laura is just dying to oblige'.

With that the helpless Robin felt her face being pushed down into the grass. As Sharon shifted her legs, and twisted her torso, the brat felt her ass being lifted higher and higher into the air. Soon her girlish butt, tightly encased in the pink spandex, was the highest point of her body, sticking-up invitingly and helpless. The crowd, dejected at being denied seeing Laura spanked, perked up again. This little brat had really been asking for it, and her pear-shaped butt was so nicely presented.

For the first time since the fight had started, Laura managed a smile. Standing there, in singed, sopping panties and tits on display, she was at last able to relish the situation. She walked round, and crouched down near Robin's face.

'Well, well, well...what have we here. A little brat in need of a good spanking, and here she is, ass stuck in the air, just asking for it. Now, first things first. I'll have that top, I think'.

Laura yanked the top from the furious, fuming Robin. Her only consolation was that her small, pert breasts were pressed hard down against the grass, so almost out of sight. Laura put on the top, which was rather small for her. The material strained against the older woman's larger tits, bit at least she was covered now.

'Now', she continued, crouching again, 'I'm going to give you a good, long, hard, humiliating, richly deserved spanking with the butter-pat. And to think, you were going to use this on me! How humiliating for you! Of course, I don't really want to paddle you but, as you said, the crowd wants to see a spanking, and it would be shame to disappoint them'.

Robin was desperately trying to free herself from the iron grip of the b*tch-Buster's legs, and looked desperately at Sharon.

'Pleease no!' she wailed again.

Sharon's response was to raise Robin's up-turned ass another inch or two, as Laura took up her position.

'Oh boy, have you been asking for this', she cooed, running her hand over the taut, tightly encased buttocks.

It was a perfect target. The brat's legs were splayed out behind her, the pink cycling shorts accentuated every curve of the totally defenceless, squirming posterior.

With a long swing of her arm, and a feeling of great satisfaction, Laura brought the butter pat down hard on Robin's unprotected seat. With a loud whack, it bounced off the centre of the pink-covered behind, and as the ass-cheeks rippled, Robin let out a yell of pain and mortification.

'Ooooww!'

Another loud whack signalled another painful spank, and Robin let out another yell, and struggled harder to get free. She was desperate to rub her throbbing behind. Her face reddened even further as she heard the cheers from the crowd. A public spanking at the hands of the same snooty cow she'd so recently humiliated! And there was nothing she could do. As each spiteful blow of the paddle landed, all she could do was claw the ground in impotent rage, knowing that her poor bottom was still sticking up high behind her, perfectly presented, as if asking for more of the same.

Laura now started to paddle each butt-cheek in turn, her face flushed with triumph at getting even, and humiliating her tormentress in such a spectacularly degrading way. She gloried in the sound of each whack, and at each yelp from the insulting little brat who so demeaned her, and at the sight of the squirming, rippling behind that continued to present itself so helplessly in front of her. One to the right cheek, one to the left, then one slap bang in the middle of the spandex-covered ass.

'Oh, poor little baby, is your poor little butt getting all red!'

Whack!

'Yooooow! You b*tch!'

'Ah, poor little Robin's getting a spanking!'

Whack!

'Oooooooooowwwww! No more, pleeeaese'.

This was music to Laura's ears, as was the crowd's delighted reaction to this public humiliation. Laura decided to play to the gallery, the same gallery that had so enjoyed seeing her put in her place.

'I promise to stop spanking your little butt when it's as red as your face is. But, to do that, we'll have to take these down!'.

Robin had doubted that this could be more humiliating than it already was, but when she felt Laura begin to tug at the waist-band of her tight cycling shorts, and heard the roar of approval form the crowd, she knew she'd been wrong. This b*tch was determined to humiliate her as much as possible.

'No! Don't you dare! You can't!'

'Oh, but I can, b*tch', replied Laura, spitefully delivering another spank as she tugged the shorts down to Robin's knees. 'There's nothing you can do to stop me'.

WHACK!

'Oh no!', wailed Robin as the crowd's applause rang in her ears, and her pink panties were put on display.

'My, what cute little panties! I'm surprised your mommy lets you wear grown up panties. And look how red you poor little butt is. Why, it's positively glowing', laughed Laura.

Robin squirmed afresh at this latest humiliation. She was being held face down, exposed tits rubbing against the grass, her shorts at her knees, and her well-spanked, pink-pantied bottom on display. Why had she let her jealousy get the better of her? This was so completely degrading - to be at the mercy of a snooty female she had so recently punished.

As for Laura, revenge was very sweet indeed. Now she could get her own back, not only for the strippings and spankings, and the mud and the lobsters, but also for the many impertinent jibes about her ass and tits.

'But I don't think your ass-cheeks quite match the colour on your face yet', she continued.

And she was right - Robin was crimson with humiliation. Laura began to wield the butter-pat again, revelling in how each spank squashed the reddening butt-cheeks and elicited more yelps and sobs from the thoroughly chastened brat.

'Oh, your ass is colouring up nicely. Poor baby won't be sitting down for quite a while'.

WHACK!

'Yeeow! Ooooohhh, please, no more, my butt feels like it's on fire …'.

'I'll show you all the mercy you showed me, b*tch'.

WHACK!

'Eeeyooow!'.

Poor Robin felt humiliated beyond belief, and could feel her defenceless derriere begin to swell. She would make this b*tch pay for this!

'Now, for the finale, lets make sure we get as much of this butt reddened as we can'.

Laura stood beside her victim, grabbed the waist-band of the panties, then hauled Robin's ass up even higher in a very painful, humiliating wedgie. Robin felt her face and tits pressed further into the ground, as her ass was hoisted up, pulled into the air by the stretched, pink panties rubbing against her pussy. She knew that virtually her entire butt was now being displayed to the watching, cheering crowd. Laura was loving every minute of this! Robin's panties were now stretched deep inside here ass and pussy, and the waist-band was now half-way up her back. As the gloating Laura pulled even harder, Robin's feet actually left the ground for an instant, the very second that Laura chose the deliver another painful spank to Robin's bright red ass.

'Yeeeeooow!'

Laura repeated this several times, pulling Robin into the air by her panties then paddling her stinging, scarlet butt.

'Up you go…'

SPLAT!

'Yeeeoowch'.

'And again…'

'No! Yweeeoow!'

'A little higher'.

'Yeooooowww! Noooo-oooh!'

Laura continued the paddling happily, as the helpless Robin, pussy chaffing against her tightly-pulled up panties, ass burning like she'd sat on hot coals, squirmed and yelped, and writhed in sheer mortification.

'Well, if these deprived kids are ever cold, they can just come and warm their hands on your ass, b*tch', laughed Laura, as she landed a particularly painful spank.

Robin bucked so strongly, that she loosened Sharon's grip sufficiently to allow her to get free. She tumbled over, landing painfully on her ass, then leapt to her feet, seething with rage, and rubbing her stinging behind furiously with one hand, while covering her tits with the other.

'You'll pay for that, you fat-assed b*tch', she threatened, amidst the applause and cheers from the on-lookers.

Desperate to try and restore some of her lost dignity, she turned her back to pull up the tight, pink cycling shorts that hung ignominiously round her knees. She didn't want to inadvertently flash her tits while she did this. Laura suddenly had an inspiration. She reached over to one of the fish tanks on the sea-food stall and quickly retrieved a small, but rather vicious looking crab from one of the tanks, and, putting her hands to her lips to shush the crowd, dropped it ceremoniously down the back of the cycling shorts as Robin was pulling them up. Sharon considered warning her colleague, but that would have given the game away, and anyway, the little brat had it coming.

Robin turned as she pulled the tight shorts up, and, still covering her tits with one arm demanded her top back. She was aware of some tense sniggering among the audience, but assumed they were still laughing at her spanking.

'Oh, you want your top back. Well, only if you promise to be a good little girl, and not parade around in your panties again, showing off your well-spanked butt to everyone'.

Robin was the only one who did not understand the significance of this remark, but she was, in any case, itching to get her hands on this little cow once more, and was relieved that Sharon was not making any attempt to stop her. Then, as she advanced, she was aware of some activity in the back of her shorts. The giggling from the crowd increased as the movement on the seat of her tight pink shorts became visible.

'Just give me my top back you…'. Robin stopped, and tensed her legs, then wiggled her butt, as the uncomfortable movement increased. She saw from Laura's contorted face that the b*tch was fighting hard not to laugh. The next second, the horrible truth was revealed to Robin, as the cranky crustacean lined up one of the beautiful butt cheeks, and pinched it hard with its claws.

'YEEEEEEEOOOWWW!'.

Robin leapt several feet in the air, while grabbing her painful butt with both hands. Now her tits were fully exposed and jiggling madly as she danced around, then let out another loud yell, and leapt into the air again, as the crab grabbed the other ass-cheek.

'Oh noooo! Yeeeeoow! My ass! Aaaaaaaggghhh! b*tch!'

As one fierce pinch followed another, the leaping, yelping, beet-red Robin knew she had no choice but haul her shorts down again and get the crab out. As she started to pull them down, another pinch unbalanced her, and she sprawled on the ground, bucking and wailing, thrusting her pelvis up and down, her tits bouncing around lasciviously, as she pulled down her tight shorts amidst more guffaws and applause from the delighted on-lookers. And no one was more delighted than Laura, watching the little brat who had heaped so many humiliations on her, writhing half-naked on the ground, pulling down her shorts to expose her panties and crimson bottom, and yelping each time the crab pinched her tender ass.

At last, now lying on her stomach, she was able to pull the tight shorts down far enough to extricate the crab, and run her hands over her bright red derriere in an effort to reduce the stinging, throbbing pain. She'd heaped so many indignities on Laura previously, which made her present situation all the more humiliating.

As she regained her feet, and the crowd laughed, and the crab scuttled off, there was the sound of a police whistle, and Julie The Cop and another of her colleagues entered the arena. Robin cursed her sense of timing - she so wanted to get her hands on the gloating Laura, but Julie was already half-way through her well-rehearsed speech.

'Oh, so it's you two again', she said, pointing to Robin and Sharon. 'Well, you've been warned about fighting before. Of to the hoosegow with them!'.

'Typical of that stupid tart to use a word like hoosegow', thought Robin contemptuously, as Laura and everyone else looked on as the other 'officer' apprehended Sharon.

Robin knew she just had to accept that she wouldn't be getting her revenge right there and then, so bent down to pull up her shorts, still seething at the spanking she'd received.

'Come on, get a move on', said Julie, as she took her night-stick and gave Robin's burning butt a hard whack.

Robin shrieked and grabbed her butt, then turned, looking daggers at Julie. She'd suffered quite enough without this b*tch inflicting more indignities on her. But she knew she dare not say anything, so finished pulling up the shorts, and turned to follow the other 'officer' and Sharon.

Julie eyed the tightly clad bottom wiggling before her in the pink spandex, and could not resist the temptation to degrade Robin a little further.

'Come on! Faster!'

Whack!

'Yeeeow!'

Robin turned again, her face scarlet, ready to explode, then stomped off in impotent rage, rubbing her poor butt once more, as Laura and Julie giggled behind her.

'b*tches!', she muttered.

As Laura was waving a sarcastic farewell to her adversary, Lisa came out of her hiding place, and Laura's triumphant mood was suddenly dissipated a little. Lisa was still a picture of elegance and dignity - Lisa had not been stripped, covered in pies, made to sit on a hot-plate, or in a barrel of lobsters. Instead she was still a picture of elegant sohpistication in her silk outfit and broad-brimmed hat. Her rival looked at her with a superior smirk.

'I'm trying to decide which was the best bit', she said archly, 'seeing you get your panties filled with custard…sitting on the hot-plate…no, I think it was definitely when you were skipping around with the lobster stuck to your butt!'

'I'd love to wipe that smug smile off your face, you b*tch!'.

'I suppose I'd be a little snippy to if I'd been stripped and humiliated in public. Again!'.

The conversation was halted as Julie The Cop came over, having shepherded her two colleagues away.

'Now, you too. Fighting in public. I'm afraid it's the hoosegow for you too.'

Lisa looked at Julie patronisingly.

'Don't be stupid. I wasn't involved in that vulgar brawl. Do I look as if I've been fighting?'

Julie looked at the well-dressed, sophisticated female standing before her, with her broad-brimmed hat, and had to conclude that she didn't. This was not part of the script, but she had to improvise.

'Okay. You. Custard-panties. You're coming with me'.

'But… but…'. Laura was flustered, and aware of another smile creeping across Lisa's face.

'Oh, all the other girls are just going to love you in the 'hoosegow'', she laughed.

Laura paled as she visualised a succession of butch dykes with huge strap-on dildoes tying her to her bed. Just then, Sharon's friend, the organiser of the event, stepped in to retrieve the situation.

'Oh no officer' she said. 'There seems to be some mistake. Laura is one of the clowns here to raise money for deprived children. She does a very popular routine, getting plastered with pies etc'.

'She's not dressed like a clown', said Julie.

'No, she always does her first routine in ordinary clothes. It's much funnier seeing someone dressed-up to the nines being hit by pies. But she was just about to get into her more traditional costume and join the others'.

Laura did not especially want to spend the rest of the afternoon performing with clowns, but the alternative was much, much worse.

'Oh yes', said Laura, reluctantly. 'I'm just going to change now'.

'A clown!' roared Lisa. 'Oh, this is priceless!'

'Well…I'll be keeping my eye on you', said Julie, as she walked off.

Laura followed the organiser to a large trailer in the park, acutely aware again of how ridiculous she looked in her ruined underwear, and seething at the continued mocking laughter from Lisa behind her.

'Laura The Clown! Oh this will be good!'

In another trailer Sharon and Robin were changing into fresh clothes, disguising themselves with long, black wigs and sun-glasses. They wanted to witness the rest of the day in the park.

Robin was absolutely furious.

'How could you?' she protested. 'Have you any idea how completely humiliating, not to say painful, that was? The b*tch gave me such a spanking…God, I won't be able to sit down for days! And the crab! Why didn't you warn me!'

'I couldn't warn you because we're not supposed to be friends, you idiot. As for Laura spanking you, well you had it coming.'

'I'd said I was sorry', whined Robin.

'You will be, later.'

'Haven't I suffered enough? A public spanking! And that b*tch Julie! Paddling me like that with her night-stick, the sadistic dyke! And did you hear? Hoosegow! Who uses 'hoosegow' nowadays?'

'Julie, apparently. At least she stuck to the script, as best she could. No, I'll deal with you later myself'.

Robin pouted at this, and stroked her tender behind again.

'Don't worry', said Sharon, 'you'll get your revenge on Laura another day. In the meanwhile, she's in for a pretty rough afternoon as it is, especially when realises which two clowns she'll be performing with. As for Lisa, she may think she's got away with it, but I've something special in mind for her'.