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Bad Penny - Part 2 by Shaw

Half an hour later, Penelope, who had only arrived about an hour earlier, announced she was going to lunch. She often met up with some of her equally b*tchy friends at this time of the day to discuss boyfriends and bank-balances, but today she simply walked to the Italian restaurant next door for a light pasta and the chance to flirt with a particularly handsome waiter. It turned out that one of the waitresses was his girlfriend, and Penelope loved to see her anger mount as she purposely flashed enticing views of her long, shapely legs beneath her short skirt. This day was just getting better and better!
(‘I’ll bet he can keep it up longer than Rod’, she mused)
Returning to the office, Penelope was pleased to see Kelly blush crimson as she passed. Poor Kelly was obviously not sitting too comfortably either.
(‘God, I would love to have spanked her in front of the others’, mused Penelope.‘ Must see if I can engineer that…she would be soooo humiliated!… me spanking her in the middle of the office with her panties pulled down! Mmmmmm!’)
While she was leaning back in her office chair, fantasising about what exactly she would do with the Italian waiter, she was suddenly aware that the noise of bustling activity in the office had come to a halt. Looking up she noticed a familiar figure walking through the office. It was Roberta Blaine, Rod’s wife.
While Penelope comforted herself with the thought that the women was positively ancient (‘Forty if she’s a day!’), she could not deny that the elegantly dressed, raven-haired Roberta was a stunning-looking woman, whose trim figure was accentuated by her tight, black trouser-suit.
(‘What does this b*tch want?’, she wondered. ‘Maybe she just wants some company. After all, she’s been on her own this last two nights, with just her dildo for company!’ Penelope chuckled to herself).
Roberta walked straight to Penelope’s office.
‘Ah…Mrs. Blaine… how nice to see you…we don’t have the pleasure of your company nearly often enough’.
Roberta returned the insincere greeting as gracefully as she could.
‘I have an important announcement to make concerning your department’, said Roberta. ‘Could you call Kelly and Barbara in please’.
‘Certainly’
(‘Who does this b*tch think she is ordering me about in my own office! Well, it won’t be for much longer! Have I got a surprise in store for you, b*tch!’)
As Kelly and and Barbara entered and stood by the wall, Roberta sat facing Penelope across the desk.
‘I hope you haven’t been too lonely with your husband being away’, said Penelope, secretly enjoying the thought of Roberta lying alone in bed, while she was seducing her husband.
(‘I’ve been humping your dear little hubby, while you’ve been reduced to humping yourself!’ she thought happily.)
‘No – in fact I took the company’s chief accountant out for dinner last night.’, said Roberta.
‘That must have been exciting’.
‘It was very interesting actually – he’s discovered some very serious fraud’.
This wiped the smile from Penelope’s face.
‘Has he?’
‘Seems my husband and some sl*tty little bimbo have been syphoning off money into a private account’.
Kelly and Barbara exchanged puzzled looks at this strange turn to the conversation.
‘Apparently he and this cheap little tart even have a credit card for the account’.
Penelope swallowed hard.
‘And have you established the identity of the young lady in question?’ she asked, desperately.
‘She’s blonde…she’s a complete b*tch…she’s nothing more than a man-stealing little tramp…and she’s sitting right across from me at this very moment’.
Roberta looked menacingly into Penelope’s eyes as Barbara and Kelly looked on in fascination, fighting the urge to let out a cheer and exchange ‘hi-fives’.
This was not looking good, and Penelope hated being spoken to like this in front of her staff. But she soon regained her composure as she played her trump card.
‘Well…so the truth is out…what are you going to do about it, b*tch?’, she said defiantly. ‘I can wrap Rod round my little finger…he’s going to divorce you, and he’s certainly not going to sack me, so why don’t you just get out of here and get some new batteries for your vibrator honey – they’re bound to be running low by now’.
Kelly and Barbara decided to put the ‘hi-fives’ on ice but Roberta simply smiled.
‘No Rod is not going to fire you – he can’t. I can, because it’s my company – my maiden name is Roberta Johnson. I let Rod pretend that he’s in charge because the poor dear’s ego couldn’t stand everyone knowing that he was a kept man’.
The carpet had been well and truly pulled from under the simpering little b*tch’s feet, as Penelope reeled from this news.
‘So…you have a choice…I can contact the police and you can spend the next five years in prison, where I am sure you would be very much in demand, or you can leave now, and transfer all the money you’ve stolen from me back to the company tomorrow.’
Penelope could see that this was the best deal she was likely to get.
‘All right’, she said, getting to her feet. ‘I’ll return the money’.
‘You’d better, or you know the alternative’.
Angrily, the once all-powerful executive put on her expensive fur coat, and could not resist one last tirade before she left – she couldn’t bear to just walk out with the other three revelling in her demise.
‘Don’t be too hard on your husband, Mrs. Blaine’, she said b*tchily. ‘After all, you can’t really blame him for preferring a younger, more attractive woman… better in bed, firmer breasts, tighter pussy!’.
Kelly and Barbara looked shocked at this crude put-down, which pleased Penelope no end.
(‘That shut these b*tches up’ she thought to herself).
But Roberta’s reaction was not what she had been hoping for.
‘Oh, you’re quite welcome to Rod, dear’, she said. ‘I haven’t let him near by bed for years. The new man in my life is not only better looking and more intelligent, he’s also – how shall I put this delicately – rather better endowed than Rod. I gave him an ultimatum when I found out about you – to leave, or go to jail. So you can keep the useless, flaccid, penniless creep’.
Penelope’s jaw dropped at this. She could put up with a man being useless. She was used to men who were creeps. She could even tolerate ‘flaccid’, because she always had plenty of other lovers. But ‘penniless’ was not a quality she admired in a man.
‘You b*tch!’, she spat. ‘You conniving, scheming, vindictive b*tch!’.
Kelly was about to make a pronouncement about pots and kettles when Roberta tossed her an envelope.
‘All you had to do was leave gracefully’, said Roberta. ‘But I did have a hunch that you would throw a little temper tantrum. Kelly, that is a list of the purchases Penelope made with the credit card. Is there any mention there of a mink coat?’.
‘Oh, now look here…’, cried Pamela, pouting.
‘Yes there is, actually’, said Kelly, looking up with a grin.
With bad grace, Penelope took off the coat and flung it across the room.
‘Have your precious coat!’, she thundered.
‘And Kelly’, continued Roberta, ‘correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t it also mention a cream business suit and satin blouse?’
Kelly and Barbara were openly laughing now as Penelope looked on aghast.
‘No way!’, she shouted. ‘You are not stripping me to my underwear!’.
‘But these clothes aren’t yours’, said Roberta innocently.
‘I’ll pay for them tomorrow, then’, said Penelope. ‘You can’t make me walk out of here in my bra and panties. That would be humiliating!’.
‘Yes, it would, wouldn’t it?’, said Roberta. ‘Stuck up little cow being made to walk through the office in her underwear – that would be very demeaning’.
(‘God, I’d love to sock that b*tch!’, thought Penelope).
‘What do you two think – am I being unreasonable?’, asked Roberta.
‘No, not at all’, said Kelly vindictively, revelling in this new found power over the horrified Penelope. ‘I think it’s time the snooty little bimbo was taken down a peg or two, and parading her through the office in her bra and panties would do nicely’.
‘Take them off’, commanded Roberta.
Penelope could see that any further argument was useless.
‘Well at least lower the blinds’, she pleaded, and Roberta signalled to Barbara to do as she asked.
Pouting petulantly, she removed her jacket and blouse, and angrily unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then stepped out of it.
Face blazing with rage and humiliation, the once proud Penelope was now standing in an expensive, silk, scarlet matching bra and panty set, with garter belt. Her beautiful legs were encased in sheer, black, nylon stockings.
‘Oh look’, said Barbara, ‘her face is the same shade of scarlet as her panties!’.
Penelope squirmed as Kelly made a remark about ‘scarlet women’.
This was awful, having to stand in front of these giggling, spiteful b*tches in her bright red bra and panties! She’d imagined Rod’s reaction when she bought them – he loved her in silk underwear – she never imagined that she be stripped of her skirt and dignity in front of her own staff!
‘I’ll get even with you for this’, she snarled. ‘I’ve stolen one man from you, I can do it again!’.
‘I’m sorry’, said Roberta, laughing, ‘it’s just that you are trying to sound so threatening, yet you look so ridiculous!’
Penelope was trying to pluck up the courage to make what was bound to be a very embarrassing exit, when Roberta continued.
‘And unless I am very much mistaken, Kelly, there’s a silk bra and panty set on the list too!’.
‘No!’, screamed Penelope. ‘Don’t even think about it! No way are you getting my panties!’
‘But taking your panties off is almost a way of life with you, isn’t it?’, asked Roberta, b*tchily.
‘You can’t!’, hollered Penelope. ‘I can’t walk out of here with my pussy on display!’.
‘All right’, said Roberta. ‘I promise you won’t leave pantyless if you agree to take the next part of your punishment’.
‘The next part!’, cried Penelope. ‘Haven’t I been humiliated enough?’.
She could see from the look on the other three faces that they were not in agreement with that particular proposition.
‘Kelly will take over from you, of course – but then she should have had the job all along. So, Kelly, is there anything you would like to say or do to Miss Parker before she leaves us?’
‘Is there ever!’, replied Kelly, as Penelope blanched. ‘Come here, you!’.
She grabbed the squawking Penelope by the ear and led her over to the swivel chair. Kelly sat down, eased herself forward, and patted her pretty legs.
‘Over my knee, b*tch’, she ordered.
Penelope was absolutely speechless. How could this be happening? She gave Roberta a pleading look.
‘Something the matter?’, asked Roberta.
‘You can’t let her spank me! Please! Not a spanking!’
‘You think that are too old to be put over Kelly’s knee and spanked?’.
‘It’s humiliating!’, wheedled Penelope.
‘It’s perfect’, replied Roberta. ‘So unless you want to leave here minus your panties, you’ll get over her knee and take the spanking you so very richly deserve’.
Cringing now with mortification, she tall, blonde, snooty gold-digger steeled herself, then d****d her lovely, lingerie-clad body over Kelly’s knee, writhing from the sheer humiliation of the awful position she was in – over another female’s knee, with her expensively pantied behind uppermost, waiting to be spanked. Not long ago, she had been the most powerful person in the building – now, stripped to her exotic lingerie, she was about to have the seat of her scarlet, silk panties warmed by the very female that she had spanked in the morning!
(‘This is so completely degrading!’, she thought, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her).
For Kelly, this was heaven. A perfect revenge. How may times in the past had she dreamed about having Penelope’s rear-end completely at her mercy like this!
Raising her arm, with a wicked smile, she began to deliver hard, stinging spanks all over the squirming, twitching, defenceless target in front of her.
‘Ow! Oww! Stop! Yikes! Ooooooh! Yeow! b*tch! Oh, stop! Ooooow!’
Every humiliating blow to the silk-covered bottom was a source of great satisfaction to Kelly, and she was delighted to see Penelope’s legs begin to kick and her ass begin to buck as the onslaught continued.
‘Noo! Oooow! My ass! Oww!’.
Poor Penelope could feel the heat beginning to spread across her sumptuous derriere – but worse than the pain was the sheer indignity of being over Kelly’s knee being spanked like a ten-year old in the first place.
Roberta and Barbara were loving every minute too, as Kelly continued to spank Penelope as she squirmed and wiggled! Roberta let the punishment continue for another couple of minutes before she called a halt.
Red-faced, Penelope got to her feet, only just restraining the urge to slap Kelly in the face, and then did a little war - dance, rubbing her silk-covered behind frantically, humiliatingly aware of just how ridiculous she must look.
‘How dare you let her spank me!’, she whined. ‘My poor ass!’
‘Almost done’, said Roberta happily. ‘But I think that as the wronged woman, I should get to spank you as well’.
‘WHAT! I’ve just been spanked! You can’t spank me again! My poor ass is on fire as it is! You can’t!’.
‘Oh, I’m sure that your fat butt could stand a little more’, replied Roberta.
(‘Fat butt! You b*tch! Oh…I’ll get you for this’, thought Penelope).
Roberta sat on the other side of the desk from Kelly.
‘Hand me that ruler, please, Kelly’, she said politely. ‘And Penelope, you can get over my leg and lean across the desk. I’ve been dying to give you a spanking since the first day I met you. I’ve rarely met anyone who so thoroughly deserves it’.
‘But I can’t…I can’t sit down as it is’, whined Penelope, still rubbing her glowing behind.
‘It’s a spanking from me, or you remove your panties. Take your pick’.
‘You spiteful b*tch!’, she snapped, aware now that there was no further point in trying to curb her temper.
(‘If only I’d left when I had the chance’, she thought, now bitterly regretting her ‘exit line’).
Feeling utterly defeated and humiliated, she put herself over Roberta’s leg so that her top half was lying across the desk, and she was looking directly into Kelly’s delighted eyes. She felt Roberta’s other leg against the back of her own legs, and Roberta’s arm against her back, immobilising her.
‘Before I begin, Penelope, dear….since you called me a spiteful b*tch, I feel that perhaps I should show you just how spiteful I can be. Barbara, it’s a little dark in here. Would you be a dear and raise the blinds, please’.
‘Noooo!’, yelled the helpless Penelope.
(‘Me and my big mouth!’ she thought).
‘Don’t you dare, Barbara’, she continued, looking over her shoulder as best she could.‘ Nooo! Please!’.
But Barbara did not have to be asked twice, and soon the astonished office workers were looking though the office window, where a magnificent sight greeted their eyes. Queen-b*tch herself, up-ended across her own desk, stripped to her sexy, red underwear, her perfect, pantied, freshly spanked behind sticking up, about to be paddled by the lovely Roberta.
‘Close these ******** blinds, you b*tch!’, screamed Penelope in vain, as Roberta applied the first hard whack with the ruler.
‘Yeeeoow! Ohhhh!’.
This was a lot more painful than Kelly’s hand. And having an audience made it a lot more humiliating too!.
WHACK!
‘Yeeeoooouch!’, she squealed again, as her butt really began to smart.
Roberta happily spanked each reddened ass-cheek in turn for a few minutes as Penelope cursed and swore and winced with pain.
‘Know what?’, said Roberta at last. ‘I won’t be happy till her fat ass is the same colour as her panties. And we won’t know unless we pull them down!’.
Kelly and Barbara thought this was a wonderful idea. Penelope was less keen.
‘Don’t you dare, you b*tch! No! Not my panties! You can’t take down my panties! Not in front of all these people! Noooooo!’.
‘Would you oblige please, Barbara’.
The next thing the once stuck-up, imperious Penelope knew, Barbara’s fingers were pulling at the waist-band of her panties, and her lovely, silk lingerie was being pulled down across her bright-red ass cheeks, down to the back of her knees.
A cheer went up from outside the office. The females gloated at Penelope’s long over-due comeuppance. The males also gazed longingly at the gorgeous ass-cheeks, and soft, pink pussy lips that could now be seen peeping between the thoroughly humiliated bimbo’s legs.
(‘A bare-assed spanking in front of the whole office!’, Penelope wailed to herself. ‘And that b*tch spanks so hard!’)
She was not sure what was the more degrading – being spanked, or flashing her pussy to all and sundry.
(‘Oh how they must be loving this!’. She thought furiously as she looked round at all the people she had belittled and bossed about; the girls she had made catty remarks about; the men she had teased and rejected)
Panties at her knees, her wriggling ass-cheeks feeling as if they were going to ignite under the relentless whacks from the steel ruler, Penelope kicked and yelped and whined and cursed as her audience cheered and laughed at her discomfort.
‘Oooow! Yeeeow! Enough! Oooow! Please…my ass. Noooo! Ouch!’.
Every hard spank with the ruler made the thoroughly chastened ass-cheeks wiggle and dance, and a uniform red glow began to spread across the whole of the exposed derriere.
‘Yeeeeow! Ooow!’
(‘God is she never going to stop! My poor butt can’t take much more of this! I can’t believe this is happening to me!’)
WHACK! WHACK!
‘Yeow! b*tch! Nooo! Ooooooh!’
This was soooo humiliating! It was so completely degrading! Penelope felt as if she had sat on a stove. And her colleagues were jostling outside to get a better view of her very public, richly merited, retribution.
At last Roberta (whose arm was beginning to get a bit sore anyway) relented, and she pushed the crimson-faced, crimson-pantied and crimson-butted Penelope off her leg, sending her tumbling to the ground in an undignified heap. She leapt up, flashing her pussy once more, and quickly pulled her panties up over her red-hot behind, which felt as if it had expanded to twice it’s usual size.
(‘Oh, my poor ass…I won’t be able to sit down for a week!’).
Then she went straight to the window and pulled down the blinds angrily, then turned to look at her mocking colleagues, as she rubbed her silk-covered behind once more.
‘I have never been so humiliated in my life!’, she spat.
‘Good’, replied Roberta. ‘That’s what we were going for’.
Penelope stamped her foot in rage.
‘Now…where were we?… ah! Yes, you were going to remove the bra that you stole’.
Penelope spluttered in sheer indignation.
‘You promised!’, she yelled. ‘I’ve just had a bare-bottomed spanking in front of the whole office, you b*tch, so I could keep my underwear. That was the deal!’.
Even Kelly and Barbara could see the justice of this observation.
‘I said you could keep your panties. I didn’t say anything about your bra. Anyway – I have other plans for it!’.
A few minutes later, the workers in the large office space held their collective breath as the door of Penelope’s office opened, and out walked the jubilant Kelly and Barbara. Muffled voices could be heard inside, and it was clear that Penelope was protesting about something. This was followed by a loud ‘SMACK’, a wail from Penelope, then Penelope and Roberta appeared, and walked to the middle of the floor, Roberta still carrying the steel ruler.
Penelope was, by this time, absolutely livid and dying with embarrassment. Her hands had been tied behind her back by her lovely, red bra, so that her magnificent, naked, melon-like breasts were pushed out in front of her, jiggling beautifully as she walked, protesting all the while. She was justifiably very proud of her breasts, but displaying them in all their natural glory in front of the entire office staff was extremely demeaning.
She had been allowed to retain her shoes, garter-belt, stockings and sexy scarlet panties, but there was a visible red glow across her lovely bubble-butt. Seething, furious, and humiliated beyond belief, she looked daggers at the radiant Roberta as the office workers sniggered and pointed.
‘Ms. Parker is leaving us’, announced Roberta, ironically. ‘So of course, we have a suitable leaving card for her’.
(‘When is this ever going to end’, thought Penelope, miserably. ‘The whole office is gawping at my tits!’)
Roberta produced a small card which she held up for all to see. Penelope cringed when she made out the writing on it.
‘Good riddance, cheap sl*t Fired, spanked and humiliated!’
Predictably her colleagues thought this was hilarious. Roberta put a drawing pin through the top of the card, and before Penelope realised what she was doing, she felt a sharp jab on her butt as Roberta pinned it to the back of her panties.
‘YEEEOOW!’.
Roberta and the others laughed as Penelope stomped her foot in sheer impotent rage once more, the humiliating sign hanging ridiculously from her pantied seat.
‘Well, you’ve been a complete pain in the ass since you got here, Penelope, so it only seems fair that you should leave with a pain in the ass too!’
Penelope glared as the others laughed.
‘Now, Kelly is taking over from this fat-assed bimbo, so I’ve ordered some food and wine from the Italian restaurant next door as a little celebration’.
Right on cue, the doors opened, and the waitress from the restaurant came in pushing a trolley bedecked with a sumptuous buffet. Penelope cringed when she saw her, and the waitress smiled with satisfaction at seeing the snooty bimbo’s predicament.
‘Now, we can’t let this cheap sl*t go without some food, so would you care to give her some of these chopped tomatoes in olive oil?’, asked Roberta cheerily.
‘A pleasure, Madame’, replied the waitress, scooping a large portion of the tomatoes with a serving spoon.
(‘Oh, no, what’s coming now?’, wondered Penelope, who did not imagine that things could get much worse. After all, she was standing in the middle of the office with her boobs on display, her red, spanked bottom burning brightly, with a humiliating card pinned to her panties).
Then, Penelope saw the waitress pull the waistband of her panties out at the front with her free hand. The expectant sniggering of her colleagues was in marked contrast to Penelope’s outraged, impotent glare as everyone realised what was about to happen.
Penelope shuddered as the waitress ceremoniously filled the front of her panties with the oily tomatoes. She winced as she felt the cold, slippery goo coating her pussy and ruining her luxurious lingerie.
‘And that avocado dip looks tempting…give her lots of that’.
‘Now look here…’, protested Penelope, but the waitress picked up a large dish of the dip, turned her round and pulled the red, silk panties out at the back.
‘Don’t you dare!’, she shrieked, as the others cheered and applauded. A torrent of thick, slimy green avocado dip cascaded over her crimson butt, filling out her pantied seat, and trickled down the back of her legs.
‘Yeeeeuuuch’, exclaimed Penelope as she felt her ass being enveloped. If her hands had not been tied behind her back, she would have whacked Roberta and the waitress – jail or no jail. Instead, she had no choice but to endure this new indignity as best she could.
‘Some whipped cream and cherries perhaps’, suggested Roberta, and the next thing Penelope knew, her magnificent tits were being covered in cream, with a little red cherry perched comically above each nipple.
‘You are such a b*tch!’, she hissed at Roberta amidst the laughter, the cherries wobbling seductively on her breasts.
‘And a little chocolate sauce to top it off I think’.
Penelope blanched as the waitress held the pitcher of sauce above her head.
(‘Oh no! Not my lovely hair!’, she thought).
Soon a long, thick river of black, sticky, chocolate sauce was spreading over the top of her head, pouring down the back and side of her beautiful blonde hair. Some of the chocolate trickled on to her shoulders, but at least her face had been spared.
Whooomph!
Penelope’s world went black as a large cream pie was lovingly squished into her snooty, outraged little face. This brought the biggest burst of laughter yet, as Penelope, unable to wipe the pie from her face, peered furiously through a thick coating of cream and custard. Little chunks fell from her nose and chin on to her breasts and stomach. She looked, and felt, totally ridiculous.
‘Now…time to get you home’, said Roberta, aiming another hard whack with the ruler over Penelope’s defenceless posterior.
‘Yoouch!’, she yelped, as the ruler made contact with her avocado-covered plastered rear.
‘You can’t make me walk home like this!’, she protested through the cream that still covered much of her face.
‘Well…it’s only a short walk across the park, Penelope’, said Roberta.
‘But you can’t! The park’s full of tourists at this time of year…and construction workers…and the ‘Women’s League Of Decency’!’.
The thought of having to parade about like this in front of those people was just too, too awful.
‘Don’t worry, Penelope… I’ve arranged some transport for you’.
So, spurred on by another spank to her rear, her cream-covered, cherry-topped boobs wobbling lasciviously, her once-perfect long blonde hair streaked with chocolate sauce, her gorgeous, pouting face covered in cream and custard, squirming as she felt the squishy tomatoes and avocado slosh about between her legs and over her silk-pantied ass, her butt the same fiery color as her beet-red face, the humiliating leaving card pinned to her panties announcing her fate to the world, the thoroughly humiliated bimbo walked protesting to the exit followed by her gloating, jeering ex-colleagues.
‘Ah…right on time’, exclaimed Roberta, and Penelope looked on in stunned horror as she saw old Pedro approach with his donkey.
‘I’m not travelling home on a donkey!’, she cried. ‘I demand that you get me a taxi!’.
‘You’re not in a position to demand anything, b*tch’, said Roberta, warming the yelping Penelop’s behind once more. ‘In any case, no taxi would take you now with your panties full of avocado dip!’
Things were just going from bad to worse for the once haughty, arrogant executive.
‘But you know I can’t sit down!’, she protested impotently. ‘I’ve been spanked twice, and I’ve a thumb tack in the seat of my panties! I can’t sit down!’.
She looked and sounded now more like a spoiled little brat having a temper tantrum than the sophisticated, self-assured, career girl who had entered the office in the morning.
‘Yes, I can see that you won’t be able to sit down for a day or two’, giggled Roberta, to the great amusement of the others. ‘But that’s easily resolved…Kelly, Barbara, give me a hand here’.
The three women first untied Penelope’s hands, and with Kelly and Barbara taking her arms, and Roberta pushing from behind, the three heaved poor Penelope face down across the small saddle on the donkey’s back. They then secured her hands to the saddle belt with the bra.
‘There now…all set, and no danger of you falling off’, laughed Roberta, as the furious Penelope, tied across the saddle, pantied behind sticking up, kicked her legs furiously and demanded to be let go.
‘Everyone will be asking ‘Who’s is that fat ass on the fat ass!’’, said Kelly, triumphantly.
‘You can’t humiliate me like this!’, Penelope yelled, looking round as best she could at the others. ‘You can’t send me through the park in only my panties d****d over a donkey! Get me down from here you b*tches!’.
She pulled at the bra which bound her hands, and kicked and bucked and swore and yelled, and all the while the little cherries on her tits somehow managed to remain in place.
‘She’s turned up like a bad penny!’, joked Kelly.
‘Aren’t you going to say goodbye to your colleagues?’, asked Roberta amidst the general laughter.
There seemed little point now in even trying to control her temper.
‘Damn you! Damn you all! Losers! I’ll get you all for this! And as for you…’
She looked up at Roberta now, seething with fury and mortification.
‘…I’ll find out who your new man is and take him from you too! He won’t be able to resist me! There’s no competition, you b*tch! I’m younger and sexier! Then I’ll come back here and sack you all!’
But seeing the ridiculous spectacle she made, her panties ruined, her butt on fire, her ‘leaving card’ plainly in view, her face still covered in custard and cream, the others just laughed at her long overdue comeuppance.
‘Penelope’, said Roberta, ‘You just never learn, do you, honey!’.
And with a swift pull, she hauled Penelope’s saturated panties down to the top of her thighs, being careful to make sure that the ‘leaving card’ was still plainly on view.
With a shriek of horror, Penelope realised that her tomato and avocado coated ass and pussy were now also fully on display!
‘You b*tch! Nooooo! Pull my panties back up! You b*tch! You can’t do this to me!’.
Roberta landed one last hard spank to the outraged Penelope’s naked, red rear and signalled to Pedro to take her home.
She disappeared into the park, face-down over the old donkey’s back, still cursing and kicking and writhing in the knowledge that, on top of everything else, she was now mooning the world with her well-spanked ass-cheeks, and giving a clear, uninterrupted view of her juicy sn*tch.
‘My panties! Please! Somebody pull up my panties! Noooo!’
As the squirming Penelope disappeared into the park, she was humiliatingly aware that the construction workers were going to absolutely love seeing her like this, trussed-up, flashing her pussy. She just hoped that the ‘Women’s League Of Decency’ would not recognise her, or vent their revenge on her poor, up-turned, smouldering, defenceless bottom.
Wrong on both counts.