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Lisa And Laura's Day In The Park - Part Two

Despite having been stripped to her underwear, covered in pies, and stuck ass-first in a barrel of particularly spiteful lobsters, Laura was in surprisingly good spirits.

She'd extracted some revenge on Lucy the waitress, by kicking her into a muddy puddle while discretely fondling Lucy's boyfriend. And best of all, with the aid of 'The b*tchbuster', she'd been able to administer a very satisfying spanking to her chief tormentress, 'The Brat'. True, that b*tch Lisa had got off scot-free, but all in all, things had turned out rather well.

The organiser had taken her to one of the 3 trailers used by the many volunteers who helped put on the large charity event. There, Laura was able to shower, and now she stood in a borrowed silk robe, looking her usual haughty, b*tchy self, demanding a mobile phone to send for her driver and some new clothes. Just then, Lucy and her boyfriend Mark, who had been raising money dressed as a pair of clowns, came in. Mark was looking down rather sheepishly, since Lucy was still outraged at him for letting Laura feel him up.

'Oh, Lucy, how nice to see you again', said Laura sarcastically. 'I do hope I didn't hurt you when I kicked you into the mud, dear. But then, I did rather have my hands full at the time'.

Mark blushed as Lucy glared.

'Now, where's that mobile phone', demanded Laura.

'Oh you can't go yet, or that policewoman will arrest you. We've got to convince her that you are helping the clowns out'.

'Do you know who I am?', asked Laura, haughtily.

The orgainiser certainly did - she was one of the two stuck-up b*tches who attended every year, milked the event for their own self-glorification, but never actually contributed very much. Well, that was about to change.

'You heard what the policewoman said. You don't want to go to the 'hoosegow' with that other two'.

'But I'm one of the leading socialites in the county. I can't parade about as a clown!'.

Laura could see that Lucy had brightened considerably at this news.

'I'm afraid you have no choice. I'm sure Mark and Lucy can work you into one of their routines'.

'It would be a pleasure', replied Lucy. 'She would be perfect for the car sketch. She only has the one line. Of course, I'll need to do a few little alterations'.

And so, half an hour later, the delighted spectators were treated to the classic car sketch.

A large circle had been etched out in sawdust, and Mark stood in the centre of it, dressed as a mechanic, surrounded by a few props. All at once, with much spluttering and backfiring, there appeared the old-fashioned clown car, with Lucy, dressed as a chaffeusse, driving at the front, and Laura seated uneasily in the back. She was wearing a long, elegant white dress, and was carrying a parasol with 'Miss Snooty's Pararsol' written on it. The car number plate was 'Miss Snooty's Car'. Laura's elegant appearance was slightly belied by a large red clown's nose that Lucy had insisted she wear.

Twice round the circle went the car, juddering and banging as it went, till it stopped beside Mark.

Laura then delivered her only line.

'Get out and ask that idiot for help ', she thundered.

Lucy got out and approached Mark. Although Laura was there under protest, and not making any effort to join in, the fact remained that with her retrousse nose, and haughty air, she made a perfect 'Miss Snooty'.

'Better get the baggage out of the back', said Mark, and there was much laughter as Lucy then opened the car door and ushered Laura out.

'She has lovely bodywork', said Mark, ambiguously.

'Yes', replied Lucy, 'But there is a terrible whining noise coming from her all the time'.

'Oh.' Mark picked up a large book marked 'Car Manual' and read from it.

'Better strip her down', he said.

'Strip her down!', asked Lucy, in an exaggerated tone.

'Yes - strip her', confirmed Mark.

Lucy turned to Laura, took a hold of the long, white dress and pulled. The carefully rigged garment fell to the ground, leaving 'Miss Snooty' exposed to the word in her white bodice, and ridiculous ruffled, long-legged bloomers.

Laura, who had no idea how the sketch went, shrieked, and instinctively tried to cover herself as the audience roared it's approval at seeing 'Miss Snooty' being so discomfited. Again, she did not have to act the part - she was genuinely mortified, especially at having to wear such ridiculous old-fashioned underwear. She was a fashion leader in the town, so having to stand there, sporting a large red nose, dressed in these white bloomers was very embarrassing. And she cringed further when the audience read the blue embroidered message on her seat - 'Miss Snooty's Drawers'. Her misery was completed by the site of the still pristine Lisa smirking in enjoyment at seeing her rival humiliated once more.

'First, make sure she has plenty of water', continued Mark.

Laura's heart sank as she noticed the buckets of water near the car. Lucy picked one up, smiling smugly; she swung it back slowly to increase the tension then drenched the long-suffering Laura with the contents.

Laura, standing stiffly, spluttered and fumed amidst the surrounding laughter, shivering in her now soaking underthings.

'Plenty of water', repeated Mark. Laura was drenched again.

'Plenty of water?', asked Lucy, delightedly.

'Can't have too much water'.

Laura might have disagreed with that assertion as yet another bucket was thrown over her. The spectacle was all the more enjoyable for the audience because the 'comedienne' who was playing Miss Snooty Drawers was so brilliant. Her face was red with fury and impotent indignation as she had to stand there and take it. Except Laura was not acting at all.

'And oil. Plenty of that too'.

Laura clenched her teeth, and her pretty jaw jutted out as she tried to control her outrage. The young waitress had picked up a red oil can, and began to pour a stream of black, thick oil over Laura's lovely head and beautifully coiffured, long black hair.

As her enraged face disappeared under the black torrent, the audience once again hooted it's delight at seeing Miss Snooty Drawers suffering such a dreadful indignity.

'Of course', one know-all Dad confided to his children, 'that's not real oil. It'll be a special substance the clowns use'.

'It looks like real oil, Dad'.

'No. They wouldn't really put that stuff in their hair'.

Not for the first time in the history of the world, the knowledgeable parent didn't know what he was talking about. The b*tchy, beautiful, radiant Laura was now standing miserably, wiping the black oil from her eyes as it slithered over her shoulders and once pristine, white bodice, disappearing between her soft, curvy cleavage. Lisa and that awful policewoman seemed to find it particularly hilarious, and Laura's seething, slow-burn response was just perfect.

'And make sure the nipples are well greased', Mark continued.

Though the know-all Dad thought this was a bit risque, he was disappointed that the ruined bodice was not ripped open to display Laura's lovely tits. But Lucy knew she could not go that far in public. Instead, she picked up a tub marked 'Axle Grease', dipped a brush inside it, then approached the degraded Laura, thoroughly enjoying the chance to once more humiliate this spoiled rich snob.

'b*tch!', hissed the black-faced Laura, as Lucy stuck the brush down the front of Laura's bodice. Laura squirmed again as the dreadful thick grease was smeared all over her tits.

'Does she turn over okay?', asked Mark, still reading from the book.

'Pardon?'.

'Try turning her over'.

'If you think it will help'.

So saying, Lucy upended the helpless Laura over the car door so that her oil-covered face was pressed down on the red cushioned back seat, leaving her bloomered rear sticking up over the door. This was not only extremely undignified, it meant her posterior was also extremely vulnerable.

'Now, warm her up a bit'.

'Glad to', beamed Lucy, picking up a large paddle from the back seat of the car.

With a loud 'whack!', she began to belabour the upturned, bloomered behind of the fuming, outraged Laura. She could not believe this was happening , that she, the beautiful, bossy, sophisticated queen of the neighbourhood, having been drenched in water, covered with oil, her tits smeared with disgusting thick grease, was now bent over with her ridiculously bloomered behind stuck-up invitingly, was being publicly paddled by that spiteful little b*tch!

Laura kicked and squirmed and squealed in sheer mortification as her superb derriere began to heat up. The audience simply loved it. It was everyone's dream to see such a snooty, spoiled beauty get taken down a peg or two, and, once more, the 'comedienne's' reaction was perfect.

'Of course', said the knowledgeable dad, 'that's not a real paddle. It's what they call a slapstick. If that paddle was real, 'Miss Snooty' wouldn't be sitting down for days'.

The pompous oaf was only partially correct. A 'slapstick' was indeed usually used at this point in the car-sketch, but Lucy had substituted a genuine, thick wooden paddle. Laura could certainly testify to that, and the fact that the seat of 'Miss Snooty's Drawers' was soaking wet made each smack of the paddle against the furious Laura's butt-cheeks sting all the more. Never had the victim in the car-sketch kicked and bucked and yelped as much as the thoroughly paddled Laura was doing now.

At last, the jubilant Lucy dragged poor Laura back on to her feet. Laura, her face as red as her ass-cheeks, rubbed her rear ruefully, and blushed even more as she once again caught the smug Lisa's eye.

'Oh no!', shouted Lucy, 'I think the big end's on fire!'

Another big laugh at this insulting reference to the fizzing Laura's behind.

'Get the fire extinguisher!'.

Laura could only stand and accept what she knew was about to happen. Lucy grabbed he fire-extinguisher from the boot, pulled Laura's bloomer elastic out at the back, then stuck the nozzle down the back of Miss Snooty's ridiculous drawers. Lucy heightened poor Laura's mortification by ensuring that the nozzle was pushed spitefully between her throbbing butt-cheeks before unleashing the torrent of white, sticky foam. Laura cringed as she felt the foam filling her drawers, encassing her ass and pussy. Since the ruffled elastic at the bottom of the leg-holes was quite tight, the bloomers expanded out with foam making poor Laura look and feel even more idiotic. The laughter from the audience rose the more her drawers expanded.

Lucy then led the stiff-legged, beet-red Laura back into the car. Just before she sat Laura down, Lucy got Laura to pull forward on the elastic waistband of the bloomers at the front. Then she pushed down on the society queen's shoulders, forcing her to sit on her blistered, foam-covered behind . The last big laugh of the sketch came as the foam now spurted out from the front of the bloomers all over Laura's lap, tits and face.

After handing Laura the opened parasol once more, its elegant, pristine condition contrasting sharply with the ludicrous, messy appearance of its owner, Lucy started up the comic car once more and drove off to great applause and cheering.

Once back at the clown's trailers, Laura got out of the car angrily, threatening Lucy with her parasol.

Lucy simply laughed.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you, Miss Snooty', she said. 'Unless you want me to tell the policewoman over there the truth'.

Laura glared and seethed, but could see that there was nothing she could do.

'I have never been so humiliated in my life!', she hissed.

'Don't speak too soon, Miss Snooty', replied Lucy. 'We need a volunteer for the pillory. I'm sure a lot of people would be happy to pay a lot of money to pelt you with rotten fruit and eggs. Lisa certainly would'.

Lucy, laughing, walked off to one of the trailers to change for her next role, leaving the black-faced, well-spanked, bloomered, totally humiliated Laura to contemplate the fact that her terrible ordeal was not yet over.

For half an hour she stood miserably in the shower, trying to remove the oil from her face and hair, and the grease from her breasts. She had a mental picture of being put into the pillory and of Lisa happily buying up loads of squidgy vegetables and fruit, and rotten eggs to throw at her.

'b*tch!', she muttered, as she walked through the trailer in her silken gown. This was awful! A refined, beautiful sophisticate like her should not be subjected to such indignities.

Just then the door of the trailer burst open and in walked Mark, looking for Lucy. Suddenly, Laura had an inspiration. Mark marvelled as he saw her face suddenly brighten, then gaze at him seductively.

All at once, Laura could see a way of 1) getting out of being put in the pillory, 2) getting her revenge on Lucy, 3) further humiliating her two-timing husband and 4) getting to spend the night with a handsome, virile young man. It was so obvious!

Mark gasped as the silken gown slid over her white shoulders and landed at her feet, revealing the full, wonderful sight of her firm, round breasts and pink, almost hairless pussy.

'Mark', she said huskily, running one hand over her right breast, while trailing her index-finger of her other hand between her slightly parted legs, 'how would you like to spend the night with me, licking and sucking your hard, hot cock then thrusting it into my tight, wet, slippery pussy?'

This is known as a rhetorical question, and the look on Mark's face, and the growing bulge in his trousers gave Laura the answer she'd been hoping for. Lucy had been giving him the cold shoulder all afternoon anyway, and the sight of this older woman's glorious, naked body was irresistable.

Ten minutes later, Lucy came into the trailer, dressed as a tennis player, in very short white skirt, and carrying a tennis racket. She was surprised to see Laura standing in a very alluring ringmaster's outfit, complete with top hat, swallow-tail coat, black briefs, and sexy black tights that showed her legs off superbly.

'That's not the outfit for the pillory. I had something much more humiliating in mind. Take that off at once'.

'Slight change in plan, dear', smiled Laura.

Lucy cried out in alarm as Mark came up behind her and put a lasso over her, securing her arms to her side.

In two minutes, the outraged Lucy found herself tied down over a low wooden table. Mark had been sent on ahead to order Laura's car. Laura did not want him to see what she had in store for his former girlfriend, as she guessed correctly that he would object. As far as he knew, the idea been simply to disable Lucy for a short while, to allow them to make their getaway. But Laura had other plans.

Lucy was bent over the table, with her legs and arms tied to the four legs of the table. Her skimpy tennis skirt had ridden up to such an extent that her ruffled tennis panties were clearly on show. Some tape had been put over her mouth to prevent her from calling for help. Laura surveyed this satisfying scene happily, pleased to let Lucy squirm and struggle, and contemplate how completely the tables had turned.

'Well,, Lucy', said Laura, gloating, 'you're in a bit of a fix, aren't you, hmmmm?'

Lucy struggled again against the rope and made angry, muffled noises from beneath her gag. To be at the mercy of this arrogant, snotty, superior, spoiled, smug, wealthy, catty b*tch was almost more than she could bear. Laura picked up the tennis racket and walked back and forth behind the struggling, helpless teenager.

'How nice of you to bring the tennis racket. It's going to come in very useful, dear. '

She walked round to the front of the table, and held the pretty teenager's bright red, perspiring face.

'This is simply divine! All the things you've done to me, and now, here you are, trussed-up like a Christmas turkey with your impertinent little butt stuck-up, ready for a long overdue, well-deserved spanking! Perfect!'.

Lucy glared back at her, spluttering impotently into her gag. She was completely at the mercy of this simpering b*tch.

Laura walked round behind her helpless nemesis, and flipped up the back of the short tennis skirt, fully exposing Lucy's ruffled pantied behind.

'Such cute panties! Such a perfect target for me to practise my tennis strokes on. When I think about how you helped that little brat, and how you smirked when she put that hot sauce all over my butt…'.

Laura unleashed a wicked backhand on Lucy's prominently presented posterior, making the teenager yelp into her gag as she discovered at first hand how a tennis ball felt.

'And then, when I had to work under you as a waitress…you tripped me up….'

THWACK!

'Mmmmmpppp!!!' v '…kicked me…'

THWHACK!

'Yooommmmppphhh!'

'…you put eggs in my panties and then made me sit in them…'

Laura was getting angrier and angrier as she recalled each incident, and her backhand and forehand swipes against Lucy's throbbing behind grew harder and harder.

'…and then you made me give myself a wedgie, you b*tch!'.

THWACK! THWACK!

'Ooommmmmmpphh!'.

Poor Lucy struggled against her bonds as best she could to get her pert, rounder rear out of the firing line, but it was impossible. She was being completely humiliated and she felt as if she'd sat down on a hot-plate as the stinging tennis strokes stoked up the heat in her behind. Then she cringed even more as she felt her panties being hauled down unceremoniously to her knees.

'YOU STUCK A FRANFURTER UP MY PUSSY!'.

This resulted in the hardest spank so far on the now naked, smarting, scarlet butt. Laura paused for a moment to enjoy the sight of her handiwork. Revenge was very sweet indeed!

'Oh, poor baby! You're poor little tushie is all red! How humiliating this must be - panties at your knees, taking a spanking. But then your spanked me an hour ago….'

THWACK!

The racket flattened the entire expanse of Lucy's poor, punished behind and she yelped again into her gag, her face now contorted with pain and sheer mortification.

'…and don't pretend you don't know exactly where the nozzle of that fire extinguisher went!'

THWACK!

'Yoooowwwwmmmppphh!'.

'Well', said Laura at last, holding the fuming Lucy's face in her hand again, 'I hope this has taught you a little respect for your olders and betters. And just think, honey, tonight, when you're lying face down on your bed, rubbing oil into you poor little butt, I'll have Mark's big, hard, gorgeous cock all to myself! '

Lucy glared and snarled beneath her gag once more, and vowed there and then that one day she would take great delight in getting even with this cow!

Laura went back behind Lucy and gave her six hard spanks with her hand to ensure that the left butt cheek was as bright read as the right one. Then, noticing a pair of scissors on another table, she had a wicked thought. Unknown to the degraded Lucy, Laura, laughing smugly to herself, cut the elastic of the ruffled tennis panties that were stretched between poor Lucy's knees.

'Got to run, honey', she said. 'Oh, but you must be cold with your panties round your knees like that. It would be cruel to leave you like this. Here, I'll pull this gas heater over behind you, that should help keep you warm!'.

Laura pulled the portable heater directly behind Lucy's sizzling rump, and switched it on. After a few seconds, the already perspiring Lucy feel that heat on her already smarting behind.

'I do hope you manage to get out this before somebody finds you honey', said Laura with mock concern. 'How humiliating to be found with your panties at your knees and your well-spanked butt on display!'.

'Yooouuummmmppppphhh!'

'Game, set and match, I think! Bye'.

As Laura left she noticed another table covered with joke items that the clowns had been selling to raise money. One item was a packet of itching powder. With another malicious little grin she emptied the packet all over the female clown clothes that were hanging up, taking particular care to put plenty inside the various pairs of assorted panties that hung there.

Delighted once more with the way things had turned out, she left the trailer and went to find Mark, feeling rather sexy in her ringmaster's outfit, and already feeling horny about the thought of taking the virile young Mark home with her to flaunt in front of her husband.

Meanwhile, poor Lucy groaned and struggled as she tried to move her glowing rear-end away from the fire, and get out of this degrading predicament before somebody found her.