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I think Kathy being on the receiving end two times in a row might be a little unfair to her. But that is an interesting premise. Right now I'm really convinced that Michelle Smithson will be getting the "treatment". I really don't see Kathy getting the best of her. Kathy is just not that aggressive. Roxanne is been on the sidelines for a while I think it's time that she sees some action. Could be interesting with two redheads.
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Michelle seems to be the perfect foil. I think her getting the works again is perfect, they way you had her setup to be stripped and the long spanking sequence was great. My preference has always been good vs bad/snobby with of course snobby being on the receiving end. While Barbara is not totally innocent, since your first story I have loved her character and another public confrontation between these two would end in Michelle humiliation again. As you've done in the past throwing in little tidbits from famous stripping/spanking movies is always a great touch. Also love the fact you had the woman in the audience laughing at Michele's humiliation, great stuff.
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Thanks. Great story. Hope the next segment have Barbara and Marie's plans backfire .The two girls not only get stripped and spanked but both women find themselves being molested by their two rivals into having a humiliating orgasms. Thanks again
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Teresa Scalia: Magical Mystery Tour
Teresa and Dominic Scalia were busily brainstorming entertainment ideas for the upcoming Community Chest gala. "We've got the band with a featured singer, but I think we need something else. Something for a change of pace." said Teresa. Dominic thought for a moment. "How about a magician? It could be the first act right after dinner and before we clear the floor for the dance." "Really, a magician? Seems a bit tacky." Teresa countered. "Tell you what, I'll call my cousin Angelo in Las Vegas. He's got all the contacts and can fix us up with a good act." "Well that's better than anything I can come up with. Have him send us a tape of some potential acts." Over the next few weeks Angelo did come through for the Scalias. After a thorough review, Dominic and Teresa selected an act. It was a traditional male magician with an attractive female assistant. His repertoire was the usual sleight-of-hand illusions finishing up with what was called a "transformation" illusion. Basically the magician would have his assistant enter "The Magic Cabinet" and cause her "disappear". Then he would enlist someone from the audience and have them enter "The Magic Cabinet". The volunteer would then "disappear". The assistant and the volunteer have now disappeared into the magical vapors. The magician would then magically restore the volunteer. And then restore the assistant. Of course the success of this illusion was dependent upon the volunteer being in on how the trick worked. It was quite simple. The floor of the cabinet would rotate. There was a curtain, split in the middle and stretched from floor to ceiling dividing each half and providing a false backdrop. When the door closed the floor rotated and with dramatic flair the magician would open the door to reveal an empty cabinet. There was a curtain at the very back of the prop to allow the assistant to step off the platform while in rotated to cause the volunteer to disappear. The day before the gala Omar the Great, as the magician was called, arrived in town with his assistant Jennifer. Dominic and Teresa met the entertainers at the venue and went over the evening's schedule. "I think everything here looks fine. We can be completely set up prior to the event. Then do our act and make a quick tear down to clear the stage for the band. Who's going to be our accomplice with the transformation illusion? Omar asked. Dominic thought for a moment and looked at Teresa. "Teresa why don't you help Omar out with this?" "Oh Dominic I don't know. What do I have to do Omar?" "It's really quite simple. You step into the cabinet, I close the door and the floor spins around and shows an empty space. Then we bring you back. I say a few magic words and then we bring Jenny back. We'll call you out of the audience and you act like you know nothing about it. And we've got plenty of time to rehearse." Omar explained. "All right I guess I'm game for it." said Teresa. "Shall we start rehearsing?" "Fine with me" said Omar "Jenny let's go over it with her." Jennifer was sitting on one of Omar's trunks during this conversation. She had a box of Kleenex in one hand and slowly rose from the trunk. Jennifer was obviously ill. Omar, Jennifer, and Teresa practiced the illusion for about an hour. All the time Jennifer was sneezing and coughing. After about 30 min. she had to sit down and take a break. "Omar I don't think I can do this performance. I need to get into bed and rest." Jennifer lamented as she held her head in her hands slumping onto a chair. "How are you going to work if you don't have an assistant?" asked Dominic. Omar crossed his arms and rested his chin on his hand and thought. "If Jenny can't do the show, and I'm sure she's really sick to make this request, I'll have to find another assistant for tomorrow night." "Can you do that, bring someone in new and still give a good performance?" Dominic said with some skepticism. "Mr. and Mrs. Scalia don't worry about it. I'll make a few calls to folks I know here on the East Coast. I'll get someone in here pronto and we'll rehearse this afternoon." reassured Omar. "All right everything is in your hands." said Dominic as he and Teresa left. Omar did indeed make a few calls and much to his relief found someone right there in town that would work as an assistant. The attractive young lady stopped by the venue for a brief interview and try out with the various props. Omar was delighted. The young lady would even fit into the assistant's costume. She proved to be adept and personable at the task at hand. Omar hired her on the spot and told her the show time for tomorrow's performance. Omar then phoned Dominic and assured him that everything was in place for the show. "Yes Mr. Scalia I found a very pretty young girl to do the show with me, she's local in fact, I think everything will go well." "Very good Omar see you tomorrow night." Dominic replied. "Well our magician has found an assistant. So it's a go for tomorrow." Dominic told Teresa. "That's good. Now I can quit worrying about this show." said Teresa. What Mr. and Mrs. Scalia did not know was that Omar's local contact was a gentleman's club proprietor by the name of Roxanne Starr. Having several dancers in her employ, Roxanne polled the group to see who would be interested in doing a magic show. As it so happened Kathy Benson, the teacher/swim coach turned stripper took the job. Kathy is in her mid-20s. Her honey brown hair was worn past her shoulders. Kathy had a well-toned athletic figure. With a perky bust line, firm bubble butt, and her best feature a pair of very long, very well shaped legs. Now Ms. Benson as a bit of a history with the Scalia's. Her initial run-in with Teresa was at the middle school swim meet. (Refer to the story Poolside Pandemonium) Kathy was also discovered sitting on Dominic's lap by Teresa at the gentleman's club. (Refer to the story Education at the Gentleman's Club) The two women's last dustup was at the charity boxing match. Teresa found Dominic having an intense conversation with Kathy at ringside. Kathy had been hired as a ring card girl and was clad in nothing more than a string bikini. For the most part in that episode, Kathy was occupied with Barbara Anderson while Teresa was tangling with Maria Ramirez, the mui calliente cocktail waitress from the gentleman's club. (Refer to the story Riot in the Ring) For her part Kathy had absolutely no idea the Scalia's had anything to do with this show. So then there were surprises in store for all. The night of the gala was at hand. Omar's act was set up on the stage. In addition to the transformation box prop, there was a table with various items used in his act. There was of course the top hat, steel rings, scarves, magic wand and other magical utensils. "Well I think we’re all set." Omar said. "Kathy you do look great in the costume." "Thanks Omar. I think we'll have a good show." Kathy did look quite fetching in the magician's assistant wardrobe. The outfit had an old West theme. Kathy had the look of a dance hall girl. The dark blue and spangled one-piece outfit featured Kathy's bare shoulders and more than a hint of her perky cleavage. Two straps supported the bodice. To feature her lovely legs, the costume was cut high on each hip. And there was more than a hint of her very cute bubble butt revealed in the rear. Offering the slightest coverage to Kathy's derrière was a dark blue and silver ruffled bustle and short train just reaching the floor. Her hair was styled high on her head topped by an ostrich feathered headdress. Wearing dark blue opera length gloves and of course Kathy wore dark blue satin heel pumps and blue hose. The audience had gathered in the ballroom and were finishing their dinner. The room was full with approximately 150 in attendance. Wait staff cleared dishes, took drink orders and the show was about to begin. The gala was not a strictly formal event, but nonetheless a dressy affair. As host for the evening Dominic was attired in a dark gray business suit. Teresa was wearing a champagne gold dress. Short sleeved with a scooped neckline, the dress followed closely all of Teresa's abundant curves. An interesting feature was a very prominent full-length zipper that ran from between the shoulder blades all the way to the hem. The pencil line skirt ran to just below Teresa's knees. Dominic and Teresa had their table near the stage. Joining them was Michelle Smithson, the middle school principal, and her date for the evening. Also in attendance, but at a table further to the rear of the hall, were Mark and Barbara Anderson joined by Bill and Rhonda Wilson. Dominic excused himself from the table and went on stage. He made a few comments about the cause that they were supporting that night and thanked all those who attended. "And now to start this evening's entertainment please welcome the illusionist extraordinaire Omar the Great!" At the cue the stage curtain was reeled back and Omar and his assistant Kathy stepped into the spotlight. Dominic turned to look at Omar and his jaw dropped when he saw Kathy Benson. Led by Omar, Kathy took a turn on the stage and posed with her legs at a fetching angle. It was then she noticed Dominic. "Well hello Mr. Scalia, how nice to see you." said Kathy in a seductive manner. Dominic had nothing to say in reply and swiftly left the stage and returned to his seat while Omar began his act. Omar's choice of assistant did not go unnoticed by Teresa. She first shot a few visual daggers at Kathy and then turned her attention to Dominic. "What the hell is she doing up there?" Teresa asked Dominic vehemently. "I don't know. How was I supposed to know he hired her? It's too late now." While this conversation was taking place, Omar began his routine and Kathy was doing a serviceable job as the assistant. Witnessing the heated discussion between Teresa and Dominic, Michelle was curious about what the problem was. "Teresa what's going on?" Michelle asked. "That little b*tch up there on stage, that's the problem. She's a stripper from that dive on the outskirts of town. She and I have had problems in the past." Needless to say Omar's choice of assistant did not go unnoticed by Barbara and Rhonda. Barbara leaned over to Rhonda and whispered "Oh My God! That's Kathy Benson on stage with the magician." "Isn't she the stripper you tangled with the boxing match? Rhonda asked. Barbara reflected for a moment and replayed in her mind what happened to her with Ms. Benson. Culminating with Barbara divested of her clothes and over Kathy's lap in the middle of the ring with most of the more well-to-do male population of their community as witnesses. Barbara's cute tush was subjected to some punishment that night. Kathy Benson's presence did not go unnoticed by Mark Anderson who witnessed all that had happened in the boxing ring. "Well as I live and breathe Barbara, your old foe is now working for magician." "Thank you so much for reminding me of that Mark." Barbara responded with just a touch of sarcasm. Teresa sat and fumed all the while Omar and Kathy went through the routine. Needless to say the magic act was well received in the audience applauded enthusiastically at the appropriate times. Teresa was so caught up in her anger she failed to remember that she was part of this act until Omar introduced the transformation illusion. Omar now addressed his audience "And now ladies and gentlemen for my final illusion. This is the marvel I call The Magical Transformation. For this illusion I need a volunteer to participate. Are there any volunteers?" Several hands shot up in the audience with eager participants. Omar did a good job of pretending to search out the crowd. After a few seconds of scanning those with raised hands, he singled out Teresa. "Ah yes we have our helper. Please, the lovely lady here in the front row." Omar directed the spot light to Teresa. Teresa was shocked when the spotlight fell upon her. She then realized what she had agreed to do. "I'm not going on that stage with that stripper." Teresa hissed to Dominic. "For Christ sake you have to he can't do the trick without your help." Dominic demanded. Omar had no clue why Teresa was so resistant. He motioned for her to come to the stage, but saw that she was intently arguing with her husband. He then solicited the audience to encourage Teresa. "Folks let's give this lovely lady a big hand for helping out." While the audience enthusiastically showed their support, Omar squatted down at the front of the stage. "Come on I've got to have you for this trick. Get up here." Omar said to Teresa in a hoarse whisper. "Teresa get up there and finish the trick." Dominic ordered. "All right but you're gonna owe me big time for this" Teresa countered. "Find just get up there." Dominic said. He also resigned himself that this would cost him several hundred bucks in a shopping spree for his wife. Teresa her left her seat, walked to the side of the stage and climbed the stairs to the stage. All the while the audience applauded enthusiastically. "Ha! Can you believe it? Teresa's going up on stage!" Barbara pointed out to Rhonda. "Why would she do that?" "Who knows? She might be up to something, but she looks very reluctant and not happy." Barbara observed. "This could get interesting." Teresa reached stage center with Omar to her right and Kathy to his right. Teresa leaned over in front of Omar and greeted Kathy in a low whisper "Hello sl*t. Still taking your clothes off for cash?" "Mrs. Scalia, well we meet again. At least I get paid when my clothes come off." Omar hearing both sides of this conversation wondered what the hell is going on. Being a pro, he plunged forward with his act. "Now my lovely assistant Kathy will enter the Magic Box." Omar gestured with his left arm for Kathy to walk to the box. Kathy would have to walk directly in front of Teresa and Teresa was not about to let that opportunity go by without trying something. Kathy went into her best hips swaying walk flaunting herself in front of Teresa. As Kathy passed Teresa subtly extended her right foot. She got the desired result as Kathy tripped and stumbled forward nearly falling. Teresa reached out and grabbed the train of Kathy's bustle. With a sharp tug Teresa caused the already unbalanced Kathy to clumsily struggle. Teresa's intent was to separate the bustle from Kathy's cute bottom. Although some of the stitching was weakened the bustle held place. A few peals of laughter could be heard in the audience. Kathy shot Teresa a look of daggers then reached back to yank the bustle out of Teresa's hand. She took a step towards the laughing Teresa, but Omar blocked her path. "Balance problem sweetie? I was only trying to help." Teresa said in the most condescending manner. "I don't know what's going on between you two, but let's finish this act." Omar whispered to Kathy so the audience could not hear. "Ms. Benson please be more professional, if that's possible." Teresa taunted. Kathy was doing a slow burn as she entered the cabinet. Facing the audience she did a slight flourish with her arms while Omar closed the door. Omar then gave his magical incantation. Inside the box, the table turned and Kathy was at the rear. She stepped off the platform and through the false curtain at the back. On the other side Omar had opened the door and revealed the empty cabinet. Kathy having magically disappeared. Now it was time for Teresa to enter the box. She stepped in and waved to the crowd as again Omar closed the door and went into his incantations. The platform turned and Teresa was at the rear of the box. At stage front, Omar opened the door to the cabinet and showed the audience that Teresa had indeed disappeared. Kathy parted the false backdrop and confronted her nemesis. "Listen b*tch, keep your hands off me and quit trying to screw up this job." Kathy said trying to keep her voice down so as not to be heard by the audience. Teresa stepped through the curtain and out the back of the box. "Don't try to boss me. I don't take orders from the likes of low class strippers." Teresa responded. Meanwhile, at stage front, Omar was still carrying on. "And now I will produce our volunteer." The platform turned without Teresa on it, who was engaged in argument with Kathy. With a flourish Omar flung open the door to reveal an empty cabinet. The audience laughed at this snafu. It was also becoming evident to the audience that there was an argument going on backstage as the ladies failed to keep their voices down. "Sounds like Teresa and Ms. Benson are having a bit of a disagreement." Barbara said to Rhonda. "I can't say as I'm surprised." In a loud voice, so those backstage could hear Omar announced,” I will now produce our volunteer." Hearing the second cue, Teresa turned to enter the cabinet. But before she did she gave Kathy warning. "Don't think I've forgotten about you and Dominic. Stay away from him." With that Teresa put her right hand on Kathy's chest, directly between her breasts, and gave her a shove. Teresa stepped into the cabinet. Kathy watched the departing Teresa and took notice of the full-length zipper at the back of her dress. The platform rotated and Teresa was returned to the front of the cabinet. She faced forward to make their entrance. Kathy slipped in the back of the cabinet and reached through the split curtains. "And now our volunteer!" Omar announced to the crowd as he opened the cabinet door. As the door opened Teresa raised her arms acknowledge the audience when she felt a touch on her back. At that moment Kathy found the zipper of Teresa's dress. Teresa turned her head when Kathy swiftly pulled the zipper down the entire length from Teresa's shoulder blades to the hem of her skirt. Fortunately for Kathy, and most unfortunately for Teresa, the zipper worked effortlessly. Given that the dress was very form fitting, the two halves readily opened widely. "WHAT!!!" Teresa yelped as she felt her dress being undone. "Now you can give everyone a show, b*tch" said Kathy. Kathy then gave Teresa a shove and forced her out of the cabinet. Teresa stumbled several steps forward into the spotlight, facing the audience. Her sudden, clumsy entrance caused some laughter in the audience. Omar, intent on finishing the illusion, failed to notice Teresa's predicament. Closing the cabinet door, he forged ahead. "I will now bring back my assistant Kathy from the magical other side." Omar announced. Hearing this Teresa turned to face the cabinet and confront her assailant, forgetting for the moment that her dress was completely open in the back. The audience soon erupted in laughter at Teresa's state. Her dress had fallen away on the sides and was being held by just the very short sleeves. Those in the audience were getting a very good look at Teresa's shapely derrière with ivory colored lace panties and her tan thigh high stockings with lace tops. "Oh my God Rhonda!" Barbara exclaimed "Teresa's dress is wide open in the back and she doesn't even know it. This is great!" "What do you suppose happened! That full-length zipper wouldn't have opened on its own." Rhonda asked. "Who cares? It's worth the price of admission just to see Teresa having wardrobe problems. But I'll bet that little snot Kathy Benson's got something to do with it." said Barbara. "Come on let's go down in front and get a good look at all this fun." Barbara and Rhonda quickly walk down to the stage. A dismayed Dominic covered his face with his hands at Teresa's display. Michelle Smithson jumped up from her place and ran to the front of the stage. She was at stage center with Rhonda and Barbara arrived. Rhonda to her left and Barbara to Rhonda's left. So concerned for her friend Teresa, Michelle didn't notice the presence of her past foe, Barbara. Michelle tried to get Teresa's attention. "Teresa, Teresa!" Michelle called out. Teresa turned to see who was calling her name. "Teresa fix your dress." Michelle said. Barbara snickered to Rhonda "She should tell her to cover her big Italian ass." Rhonda laughed and nodded in agreement. Teresa now realized her exposure and reached behind her to try and pull her dress over her exposed back. She gained a grip on the left half and tried to pull it across her bottom. Because of the tight, fitting nature of the dress the other half pulled away causing even more exposure. Teresa tried a new tack and succeeded in getting a grip on each half. And with some effort managed to at least cover her derrière. Of course with both hands behind her back trying to cover her ass, Teresa was at a disadvantage. Still adamant to finish the illusion, Omar opened the cabinet door and Kathy stepped out with a flourish. Kathy saw Teresa struggling to pull her dress halves together and could not resist taunting her. "Mrs. Scalia whatever has happened to your expensive dress? I do believe you're having problems covering that big butt of yours. Seems you didn't get your money's worth, what a pity." Teresa turned at the sound of Kathy's voice. She took two steps to close the distance between them still holding her dress together over her bottom. "You did this you little b*tch." Teresa said vehemently. "I'm a b*tch? I'll show you who's a b*tch." With that Kathy landed a round house slap with her gloved right hand to Teresa's cheek. The force of the blow staggered Teresa and she released her grip on the dress. Seeing Teresa's hands free and her dress billowing, Kathy took full advantage. Grabbing the dress just behind the sleeves, Kathy peeled it down Teresa's arms and completely off. She then gave it a toss off the stage nearly striking Rhonda Wilson with it. Michelle tried to grab the dress and with the intention to rescue Teresa, but Barbara sn*tched it up before Michelle could get it. "Give that to me." Michelle demanded. "Not on your life. This is much too entertaining. And don't try anything Michelle you're outnumbered 2 to 1." Barbara replied. Michelle did indeed weigh the odds and decided that discretion was the better part of valor. Teresa was on her own. "Okay for now Mrs. Anderson. But there'll be another time and I'd relish the chance to blister your bottom again." Omar had now given up completely on finishing this act. Throwing his hands up in resignation Omar left the stage. Teresa now stood in the middle of the stage clad only in her ivory lace bra and panties. And her thigh high stockings and heels. The ivory colored lingerie was an excellent choice as it complemented Teresa's olive skin tone. The lace bra was a push-up style by design, as if the busty Teresa needed anymore help in that area. Her panties were cut low on the hip and showed plenty of generously round and exposed cheek. There was a highlighted lace panel over her pubic area. "There now let's see if you collect any dollar bills." laughed Kathy. Teresa took a moment to recover from the slap. She slowly slid her hands down her body. Each hand cupped a breast pausing for a moment as if to feel for the fabric of the missing dress. Her hands continued down over her rib cage and over the slight bulge of her belly and paused at the lace panel of her panties. Teresa's hands then followed the fabric of her panties around to her butt. Trailing over the curve of her bottom Teresa's fingers traced around to the top of her thighs and down to her stocking tops. It was then that Teresa realized her state of undress. She looked around frantically for her dress or something to cover with but found nothing. Then she saw Kathy smirking at her. Kathy stood with her hands on her hips and head tilted back in laughter. Feeling confident she closed the distance between Teresa and herself until they were nearly chest to chest. Putting her hands on Teresa's bare shoulders, Kathy leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Love the lingerie Teresa. I can understand what Maria saw in you. But that will be our secret won't it? We won't let Dominic in on that, will we?" With that Kathy slipped the gloved finger of her right hand under the strap Teresa's bra and gave it a snap. Kathy then turned her back to Teresa and started to walk away. It may have been the crack about her and Maria or it may have been the twang of her bra strap, but something brought Teresa to life. Teresa made a lunge forward and got hold of Kathy's train with both hands. This stopped Kathy in her tracks. Teresa pulled mightily on the train. Kathy was surprised by the sudden force pulling her backwards basically by the ass. Kathy tried to resist but her high heeled pumps offered little traction on the hardwood stage floor. Having been weakened earlier by Teresa's assault, the bustle stitching began to fail. A determined Teresa kept a tight grip on the train. Then she gave it a sharp yank. The remaining stitching broke free and the bustle flew back at Teresa. Kathy, who had been leaning against Teresa's pull, fell forward face first, flat on the floor. Teresa dropped the bustle and jumped at the opportunity. With Kathy prone on the floor, Teresa jumped on her back straddling her. This provided quite a view for the audience. Teresa straddling Kathy with her pantied rear high in the air. "Woo Hoo! Ride her cowboy!" Barbara hooted enjoying herself much too much. Michelle shot her an extremely dirty look. Up onstage, Teresa was going to work. Much to Kathy's dismay. "Now Ms. Benson, you seem to like zippers. Let's see how well yours works." said Teresa. Kathy began to struggle under Teresa's weight, but had no success in freeing herself. She tried to roll from one side to the other. When that failed she bucked her hips attempting to throw Teresa off. Teresa gripped Kathy's sides with her thighs. All the while Teresa was trying to find the zipper at the back of Kathy's costume. "Get off me you fat b*tch." Kathy yelled. Teresa paused at that latest insult and thought "Now I'm really going to show this little sl*t who's boss." Teresa momentarily abandoned her search for the zipper and took hold of the right shoulder strap of Kathy's costume. With a couple mighty tugs the strap broke free. Teresa did the same to the left shoulder strap. Kathy was beginning to have some serious concerns. "She's really gonna try and undress me. I've got to get away from her." With the straps loose, Teresa went back to her search for the costume's zipper tab. It seemed to be hidden in the appliqué. Digging with her fingers Teresa found the tab. She wasted no time in opening the zipper its entire length. To just below Kathy's hips. Teresa took a grip of the costume on either side of Kathy's arms and tried to strip her. But with them both being prone on the floor and with Teresa's weight on Kathy's torso the costume was not coming off. Teresa had to change her strategy. Grabbing Kathy by the hair Teresa stood up pulling Kathy with her. As both women rose to their feet Kathy's costume fell away from her chest. The gentleman in the audience were treated to the sight of her very perky boobs. Kathy's light brown nipples topped them off nicely. The costume's descent stopped at Kathy's hips where the snug fit prevented gravity from furthering her exposure. Kathy's hands were on Teresa's wrists trying to reduce the pressure on her hair. When they were both standing Kathy made an assault of her own. Teresa's strategy had one flaw. Kathy's hands were free. Kathy let go of Teresa's wrists and twisted to face her as best she could with her hair being held. She quickly got her hands under the straps of Teresa's bra. Before Teresa could react Kathy peeled the straps over Teresa's shoulders and then got her fingers inside the top of each cup. With a quick stroke, Kathy pulled Teresa's ivory colored lace bra cups down exposing Teresa's breasts. Teresa immediately released Kathy's hair and tried to cover herself. She tried to pull the cups back up over her breasts, but Kathy's attack broke both straps and the cups would not stay up. While Teresa struggled with her damaged bra, Kathy attacked Teresa's panties. She grabbed both sides of the panties at the waistband and tried yanking them down. Teresa quickly abandoned her bra and got a right-handed grip on the front of her panties. Kathy countered Teresa's move by moving her hands to Teresa's backside and pulling down her panties as far she could. Teresa's magnificent breasts and equally impressive derrière were now exposed to all. Teresa had to do something or she was going to really suffer a defeat. Still holding up the front of her panties with her right hand Teresa grabbed Kathy around the waist with her left arm. As forcefully she could she pulled Kathy close to her and then swiftly ran her hand down Kathy's back and over her bottom searching for Kathy's panties. On her first attempt Teresa's hand slipped over the top of Kathy's pantyhose. Teresa's fingers were scrambling for grip on something and did succeed in finding the right cheek of Kathy's bottom. Kathy jerked forward when she felt her butt being grabbed. This later Teresa as a put Kathy even deeper and Teresa's grip. Teresa then slid her hand her hand over Kathy's butt toward the small of her back. She was searching with her fingers for something. She found it when her fingers touched the waistband of Kathy's pantyhose. Plunging her hand under the pantyhose, Teresa's fingers felt the waistband of Kathy's thong. Getting all four fingers around the waistband Teresa pulled back as hard as she could. The effect was Kathy was now getting the wedgie of a lifetime. "Oh, oh, oh, oh shit!" Kathy cried out while she hopped up and down in reaction to the pressure while still grasping Teresa's panties. "How does that feel sl*t?" Teresa asked as she tightened her grip. Teresa gave the thong several hard yanks and Kathy couldn't take it any longer. The thong was buried too deep. She let go of Teresa's panties and tried to spin away. Teresa held firm her grip on Kathy's thong and got a second hold on her hair with her right hand. Now she had the young stripper under control. Forcing her back to stage center, Teresa spied the table holding Omar's props. Teresa led Kathy over to the table. Kathy's waist contacted the edge of the table and Teresa pushed her face down onto it. Kathy's bottom was pointed towards the audience. Teresa released Kathy's thong and switched the grip on her hair to her left hand. Kathy was beginning to wonder what Teresa had in mind for her, would she be satisfied with just a stripping or would there be further punishment. Kathy was fearing there might be more in store. Kathy struggles were increasingly diminished as she was beginning to accept her defeat. Teresa ran her right hand over Kathy's bare back and began to work the costume over Kathy's hips. It was slow going with one hand but Teresa managed to get the material down to Kathy's round butt. By this time Kathy given up and was no longer fighting. Teresa sensed Kathy's surrender. She let go Kathy's hair and whispered taunt of her own in Kathy's ear. "Now let’s everyone see that cute little butt of yours Ms. Benson." Teresa used both hands now and tugged the costume down over Kathy's bottom letting it fall to her ankles. Kathy was quite fetching site now. Still in her heels with navy blue sheer to the waist pantyhose with pink thong underneath. Kathy stood with her legs straight and butt pointed at a saucy angle. Teresa took a moment to run her hand over Kathy's derrière. She then hooked her fingers in the waistband of the pantyhose and peeled them down to Kathy's knees. Kathy's thong stayed in place. The pink waistband was visible but all the other material was buried deeply in her nether cheeks. Teresa rested her left arm across the small of Kathy's back to hold her in position. Teresa raised her right hand to begin Kathy's spanking but then paused for a moment as she noticed something on the table that would be of use. Teresa picked up a magician's wand. "Well how appropriate. This should serve very well don't you think Ms. Benson?" Teresa said as she held the wand in front of Kathy's face. "What are you going to do with that?" Kathy asked in a panicked voice. "What do you think I'm going to do, Dearie?" Teresa replied. "Oh God no she's gonna spank me with that stick." Kathy thought to herself. Kathy then made a few futile struggles, but Teresa held her in place. With a firm grip on the wand with her right hand and a firm grip on Kathy with her left, Teresa cracked Kathy across the ass. The effect was not what either woman had expected. When applied to Kathy's bottom the wand shattered into several pieces and exploded into a bouquet of artificial flowers. Evidently the wand was one of Omar's tricks. Teresa tossed the bouquet aside and commenced with the more traditional hand spanking. Kathy gritted her teeth at the first spanks to her bottom. Teresa was experienced at administering spankings as Barbara Anderson and Maria Ramirez could attest. Teresa alternated blows to each of Kathy's round cheeks and soon a warm glow could be seen on her tan skin. About midway through the punishment Kathy propped herself up on her elbows and looked back at Teresa. Teresa's boobs were swaying with the motion of her arm and her mocha colored nipples were betraying a bit of arousal. Kathy was feeling sensations other than the pain in her bottom. Still on her elbows she arched her back and subtly spread her legs. Teresa laid on a few more and then decided that Kathy had been sufficiently punished. Grabbing a good handful of Kathy's hair, Teresa pulled her to a standing position, facing the crowd. "Now go back to your strip club you sl*t and stay out of my life." Teresa ordered. She then turned Kathy to stage right and pushed her away. Kathy stumbled as her costume was still around her ankles. She stepped out the costume, then tried to pull her up pantyhose. When the hose contacted her red-hot cheeks the pain was too intense and Kathy left the hose just below them. Picking up her costume she walked off stage. Hands-on hips, head back and chest thrust out, Teresa watched triumphantly as the defeated Kathy left. In her battle, Teresa had completely forgotten that she was bare breasted with her panties at half-mast in front of 200 some people. "Teresa dear. What a way to break into show business, but don't you think you're a bit overexposed?" Barbara called to her. "Overexposed?" Teresa wondered, then realized what Barbara was talking about. Teresa covered her boobs with one arm while trying to pull her panties up with the other. "Maybe you can use this." Barbara laughed as she threw Teresa's dress to her. Teresa sn*tched up the dress and covered herself as best she could. She then scampered off stage in the opposite direction that Kathy took. "Well Rhonda that was certainly worth the price of admission." Barbara chuckled. "Let's go have a drink." Then Barbara looked over to Michelle Smithson. Barbara stepped around Rhonda to confront Michelle face-to-face. "You know Michelle regarding that crack you made earlier, I would like nothing better than to warm that big bottom of yours, so be careful what you wish for." Then Barbara did something, which for Barbara Anderson, was most unusual. She gave the tip of Michelle's left breast the slightest flick with her finger. Shocked, Michelle covered her breast with her hand. Perhaps Barbara was finally getting in touch with her dominant side. With that Barbara and Rhonda walked back to their table and Michelle went to find Teresa. Author’s note: This was a story in response to a reader request that I include younger character in a story. As always I appreciate your comments and suggestions. |
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Teresa Scalia: Main St. Mechanical Malfunctions
Kathy Benson sat in Roxanne Starr's office at the Gentleman's Club. Roxanne was seated behind her desk and the two of them were in a deep conversation. "I really think it's time for me to change careers." Kathy told Roxanne. "I'm really interested in getting back into education. And there's a position open right here in town that I'm qualified for. I really don't want to relocate." Prior to her career as an exotic dancer and part-time magician's assistant, Kathy was a middle school phys ed teacher. And a favorite of Chad Anderson and Dominic Scalia Jr. Roxanne paused and took this in for a moment. "If that's what you want to do, then you should go for it. You've always been a good employee for me and you'll always have a place with me." "Thanks Roxanne, that's very sweet of you. One thing I'm a bit uncertain about is what to put on my resume for the time I've spent working for you. I can't very well put down exotic dancer, can I?" Kathy said with a bit of a chuckle. "Why don't you simply put down that you were working in retail? After all for the last two months you've been clerking in the shop downtown." Roxanne had recently expanded her business ventures by opening a lingerie shop in the main business district of town. She also had become quite active with the Junior Chamber of Commerce. To be sure Roxanne still operated the Gentleman's Club, but the main street shop gave her an increased level of legitimacy in the business community. "That's a great idea. I'll do that. Thank you Roxanne for all you've done for me." Kathy rose to leave and Roxanne stepped out from behind her desk. The two women gave each other a friendly hug and Kathy left the office. As Roxanne walked back to her chair and sat down she thought "I hope this works out for her. She really is a sweet kid, but there are too many people in this town that know her history." Flash forward two weeks, the scene is Principal Michelle Smithson's office. Michelle was at her desk skimming through a stack of resumes for the open phys ed instructor position at her school. "My God this is tedious." Michelle thought. "All these dewy eyed, idealistic, babies fresh out of college. And I have to pick through the piles." Michelle picked up another resume from the stack and scanned the cover letter. "Finally somebody with some experience. And at this school!" Michelle read the cover letter more thoroughly, of course the name Kathy Benson meant nothing to her. Michelle folded back the cover letter to go over the accompanying resume. Kathy had created a very complete resume. So complete that she had included a picture of herself at the top. Michelle looked at the picture and was sure she had seen this woman someplace before. "Where have I seen her? I know I've seen this girl someplace, not at school, someplace else." Then it dawned on her. "Is this the little b*tch that Teresa fought with at the fundraiser?" Of course, Michelle was referring to the encounter Teresa Scalia had with Kathy Benson during the magician's act. The dustup had ended with both women divested of their clothes and Kathy bent over a table receiving a sound bare bottomed spanking from Teresa. Michelle picked up her phone and speed dialed Teresa. "Hello Michelle what's going on?" "Teresa I've got a question for you. I hate to bring up any bad memories, but do you know the name of that sleaze magician's assistant?" "Sure I know her name. It's Kathy Benson. Although she may have a stage name for her stripper act, I don't know." "Well sweetie, this will interest you. She's applied for a teaching position here at the school. Seems she was an education major and actually had one year’s experience here before I took over from old Ms. Abercrombie." "She did teach one year at the school before she took up stripping, I can verify that. What did she put on her resume for the years she's been collecting dollar bills in her G string?" "It says here she's been in retail." "Retail!? What a joke! The only thing she's been selling is her ass. I'll give her credit that takes gall. I'm sure you'll just ignore her application." "Oh Teresa there's no way I'd hire her. But you know I might just have her come in for an interview and have a little fun with her. You know string her along, build up her hopes and then knock the pins right out from underneath her and send her out the door." "Michelle you are wicked. I'd love to listen in on this." "I tell you what, I'll schedule the interview and you can hide in the coat closet while I talk to her. You just have to promise to be quiet and not laugh out loud until I'm done with her. Deal?" "You're on my dear, just let me know time and date." Both Michelle and Teresa smiled with more than a touch of evil pleasure in what they had planned for Kathy Benson. A few days later Teresa Scalia walked in to Michelle Smithson's office. "Oh Teresa this is going to be fun. The little skank should be here any moment. I've got a chair for you in the closet. You can keep the door cracked, but don't let her hear you make any sound." Teresa looked at the set up and smiled with glee. She would be located to Michelle's left and directly behind her. And would be able to see Kathy Benson's reaction to Michelle's interview. "Michelle this will be perfect." said Teresa. The desk intercom buzzed and Michelle answered. "Yes, what is it?" "Your 2 PM interview is here." replied Michelle's secretary. Motioning to Teresa to conceal herself in the closet, Michelle told the secretary to show the interviewee in. Teresa was just closing the closet door when Michelle's office door opened and Kathy Benson walked in. Kathy was looking very professional wearing a fitted black pantsuit with a mint green blouse under the coat. "Good afternoon Principal Smithson. My name is Kathy Benson and thank you for this opportunity to meet with you." Kathy greeted Michelle. "Thank you for coming in Ms. Benson. Your resume seems quite complete. I've a few questions for you regarding your background in education." A rather normal interview ensued for the next fifteen minutes. Teresa was becoming quite bored cooped up in the closet. Then the subject came to work experience. "According to your documentation you were actively teaching for a year and then for the past two years you were engaged in retail sales. Why did you leave our school?" Michelle queried. Kathy thought carefully about a response. She assumed that Michelle knew nothing about the incident at the swimming pool with Teresa and Barbara Anderson during her first year of teaching. She also wanted to maintain a degree of vagueness regarding her "retail experience". "I enjoyed my first year teaching, but I plunged right into the field after college. I thought I needed to do some other things to broaden my experience." Kathy thought she was being very convincing. "I see" said Michelle. "What exactly were your responsibilities while you were working in retail?" Kathy squirmed uncomfortably in her chair, crossing and recrossing her legs trying to come up with a satisfactory response. Meanwhile from her vantage point in the closet, Teresa broke into a grin at seeing Kathy under the gun. "Most of my responsibilities were delivering goods and services." Kathy said succinctly. "Could you be more specific please. Exactly what types of goods and services did you provide?" Michelle asked. "I, oh, oh" Kathy was struggling for an answer and then remembered her time in the lingerie shop. "I was a sales clerk in the Smart Shop lingerie store on Main Street." Kathy mentally breathed a sigh of relief thinking her response would satisfy Michelle. Michelle was enjoying Kathy's discomfort and was ready to press on. "You were at the Smart Shop for two years?" Michelle questioned, beginning to sound like a prosecuting attorney. "I know for a fact that store has only been open for four or five months." Teresa suppressed a giggle as she knew Michelle was heading in for the kill. Kathy was really beginning to get nervous about being caught in a lie. "Well I might have my dates somewhat confused I guess." Michelle rose from her chair and stepped around to the front of her desk directly in front of the seated Kathy. Crossing her arms over her chest, Michelle gave Kathy a stern look. "Ms. Benson let's cut through all the crap. I know very well what you been doing for the past two years. Which is basically prostituting yourself. And if you think for a minute I would hire a stripper to be an educator in my school you are beyond delusional. You made the choice, now live with it. You'll never get a job in education again." Kathy was shocked. She now realized that Michelle had done nothing but string her along so she could humiliate her. She rose from her chair. As she stood up Teresa walked out of the closet laughing. "You foolish little twit. How naïve can you be. And you have the audacity to try to influence young minds after showing your bare assets to the world." Shocked by Teresa's sudden appearance Kathy had a flash of memories from the magic show and how Teresa had punished her. Kathy's hands instinctively flew to her backside and covered her cute tush. Kathy didn't know what to say. She was caught in a lie and told that her aspirations to return to education were futile. Her future was destined to be on the stage in a G string. Michelle grabbed Kathy's upper arm and pushed her towards the door. "To use the common vernacular of your profession, regarding your future as a teacher, you're fucked. Now I suggest you get out of my office and go back to your bar. Collect a few dollar bills while you're at it." Michelle mocked. Kathy resented Michelle's mocking tone and shove towards the door. She pulled her arm away from Michelle's grasp lightly brushing her lower arm across Michelle's face. "Don't you dare strike me!" said Michelle. With that Michelle came around with a roundhouse right hand slap fully on Kathy's left cheek. Teresa hurried around the desk to assist Michelle if needed. Stunned by the blow and seeing that she was at a distinct disadvantage Kathy made for the door. As she left she turned and gave a parting remark. "I may not be an educator ever again, but I've learned today who the real b*tches are. Thanks for the enlightenment." With that Kathy left the office in tears. Tearfully Kathy related all the events to a very sympathetic Roxanne. She comforted Kathy as best she could and told her that she could continue working in the shop if she wished or could return to dancing, where the money was much better than salesgirl wages. Kathy determined that her dancing days were behind her and chose to stay at the shop. One thing about Roxanne Starr was that she was extremely loyal to her employees and would not forget the wrong that Michelle Smithson had committed. It was just a matter time before Roxanne would have an opportunity for some payback. That opportunity presented itself more quickly than Roxanne could've hoped. Michelle Smithson's middle school, in partnership with the Main Street merchants, was kicking off the new school year with a food drive to benefit the local food pantry. The collection point was a van bodied straight truck parked in the Main Street business district. The final day of the drive was to include a brief performance by the middle school marching band complete with cheerleaders and this year's football team. The goal was to fill the truck completely. Of course, Michelle oversaw the entire operation. She stationed herself near the truck to be sure that things were correctly packed and the goal was met. Meanwhile inside the Smart Shop, Roxanne, Kathy, and Maria Ramirez were going over the inventory. “I think I'm ready for a break. Anyone want to go out and see how the food truck is doing?" asked Roxanne. "Sure I'll go." said Kathy. "You mind watching the store by yourself Maria?" "No problem go-ahead it's been slow anyway. And this job is just about done." Maria replied. Roxanne and Kathy went through the front door of the shop. Both women were dressed casually. Jeans and blouses were the order of the day. Truth be told Roxanne outfit was little more flamboyant. She sported a tight pair of skinny jeans complete with knee-high boots. The collection truck was parked directly in front of the Smart Shop's entrance. Main street had been blocked off and the marching band was struggling through one of their repertoire of marches. The football team was assembled on the other side of the street. There was a good crowd gathering for the finale of the food drive. Quite possibly more than 200. The two ladies walked around to the rear of the truck so they could see inside the cargo area. The truck was equipped with a powered liftgate. Items could be loaded onto the platform and then lifted vertically to the level of the truck bed. The gate then folded vertically in transport position for when the truck was on the road. This liftgate will figure significantly in events to come. Michelle had her back to the sidewalk as Roxanne and Kathy came around the end of the truck. Kathy spotted Michelle immediately. "Roxanne, that's Principal Smithson over there." Kathy gestured toward her and stopped in her tracks. Roxanne took a moment to look over the woman who had so cruelly hurt her employee. That day Michelle was wearing an ankle length formfitting blue/gray sundress. The cut of the dress closely followed her curves from her bust over her waist and down her generous hips. Over the sundress Michelle wore a slightly faded waist length denim jacket. Michelle's strawberry blond hair fell naturally to her shoulders. Roxanne could see that Principal Smithson was well filled out in the derrière department and was postulating on her bust line. "So that's the high and mighty administrator" thought Roxanne. "She certainly is a curvy thing." Roxanne looked to Kathy and said "Come on let's take a look in the truck. Don't worry about her." The ladies then walked around directly behind the truck to view the contents. Michelle was still facing away from them and did not know of their presence. Michelle was finishing a conversation with the parents of one of her students when she heard someone call out. "Michelle, hello!" Michelle looked to her left and saw her friend and confidant Teresa Scalia and her husband walking up to her. When Kathy saw Teresa she froze. Memories flooded back of their conflict during the magic show. A reaction to the stinging recollection she had of Teresa. "Roxanne that's Teresa Scalia." Kathy whispered. "Oh I know Mrs. Scalia very well, don't worry about her." Roxanne replied. Teresa and Michelle engaged in some small talk while Dominic stood by. Teresa looked over Michelle's shoulder and spotted Roxanne and Kathy. "Don't look now Michelle, but right behind you is that little tramp Kathy Benson and her equally sleazy employer Roxanne Starr." "You don't say" coyly said Michelle as she made a slow turn. "I don't know why they're here. Let's send them on their way. We don't need them sullying this event." Teresa suggested. Michelle and Teresa took a step towards Roxanne and Kathy, but Teresa was stopped short when Dominic grasped her arm. "Not this time my proud beauty. You're not starting anything today. We're leaving now." Dominic said with a confident authority. With a firm grip on Teresa's upper arm he hauled her away from the truck towards the parking area. "Let me go Dominic!" Teresa protested. Dominic was having none of it, made no verbal reply to Teresa's complaints and continued to take her back to the parking lot and away from the scene. "I'll call you later." Teresa called out as she departed. Michelle was a bit taken aback at Dominic's actions. However, she decided that strippers and strip club owners did not belong at her event and she was going to take some corrective action. She walked directly to Kathy and Roxanne. "Might I ask what you two are doing here?" Michelle said. "Just checking out how the donations were adding up. As if I need to provide you with any explanation." Roxanne countered as she stepped forward to confront Michelle. With her high-heeled boots Roxanne was close to 5'10" tall, considerably taller than Michelle who was lucky to make 5' 6" in her wedge sandals. "I really don't think we need your type around here. So why don't you go back to your sleazy little bar and take care of your derelict patrons. And take your little girlfriend with you." Roxanne really took exception to the crack about her sleazy little bar. She took a couple steps forward and got right into Michelle's face. So close in fact Michelle was forced to step back. While moving backward she stepped over the corner of the liftgate and slightly straddled it. Roxanne followed her maintaining a close confrontation. Michelle held her ground and both women engaged in a heated argument. "Don't call my business a sleazy little bar. I run a good establishment and I don't need pompous middle school administrators running it down." fumed Roxanne. "Pompous administrator! Some nerve coming from someone who is just a short step above a bawdy house madam." Michelle retorted. Roxanne and Michele's heated discussion did not go unnoticed. People began assembling around the two women. Keeping a respectful distance while staying close enough to listen to the verbal battle. Before long the crowd had encircled the area at the rear of the truck. Both women were becoming more agitated while the argument continued. Both held their ground and refused to back down from one another. All the while Kathy stayed in the background not knowing what to do but wanting to support Roxanne. That was when she noticed Michelle's position straddling the corner of the liftgate. Stepping around to the driver side of the truck box Kathy found the control panel for the gate. The controls were quite simple, there was one button for UP, one button for DOWN, one button for STORE. Kathy pressed the button for UP. The hydraulic pump came on and the lift started up. As Kathy had hoped the corner of the gate came right up under the hem at the back of Michelle's dress. Fully engaged in her argument with Roxanne, Michelle had no clue what was going on. Kathy allowed the gate to raise a few inches and then stopped. She didn't want to tip off Michelle too quickly. Kathy let them argue for a bit longer then engaged the lift again. This time the dress fabric securely hooked on the corner of the metal gate. Michelle was deep into verbally assaulting Roxanne with yet another creative insult when she felt an unusual tightness in her dress. Feeling the fabric slide against her ankles Michelle saw that the hem was raising. She suddenly stopped arguing with Roxanne and looked incredulously at her rising hemline. The ankle-length hem was slowly rising and was nearly to her knees. Roxanne saw Michelle's predicament and looked past her to see Kathy giving her the thumbs up. Roxanne couldn't resist a jibe at her foe. "Why Ms. Principal, are you having a wardrobe issue?" Roxanne said sarcastically. Michelle shot a look at Roxanne loaded with razor sharp daggers but made made no comment as she was trying to free herself. Reaching down with both hands she grabbed the hem of her dress in an attempt to hold it down. Of course she couldn't resist the lifting power of the gate. The gathered crowd was enjoying every moment. The women especially were enjoying the sight of the haughty principal losing her composure. Roxanne Starr was enjoying the show as well and laughing heartily at Michelle's predicament. Kathy, manning the controls, was laughing and enjoying the show too. Having no success keeping her dress down in front Michelle reached behind her feeling for whatever it was causing her problem. Blindly flailing with her hands, she had no success. By now the hemline was well above the knee exposing Principal Smithson's firm and slightly thick thighs. "Good God somebody help me!" Michelle cried out. Of course absolutely no help was forthcoming as Michelle's only ally, Teresa Scalia, had been forcibly removed from the area by her husband. Having no luck with blind groping, she pivoted to her right. Now facing the liftgate she got both hands on her rapidly ascending dress and frantically tried to free it. The dress material was firmly hooked on the corner chain cleat. Michelle bent her knees and pulled with all her might. Her dress was now just below the swell of her very ample derrière. By now the marching band and the football team had joined the spectators. The football team especially enjoyed the show that was being put on. Suddenly the upward motion of the lift stopped. What had happened was the lift bed was now level with the bed of the truck and at the end of its vertical travel. For a brief moment Michelle felt a little relief "Oh thank God it's not moving. Maybe I can get myself unhooked now." Kathy saw that the liftgate had stopped moving. She also saw that Michelle was feverishly working on freeing herself. Kathy had one other button to push on the control panel. Unsure what its function was Kathy went ahead and pushed the STORE button. Unwittingly Kathy had put into motion Michelle's final comeuppance. The STORE function was to raise the gate from the horizontal position to vertical, hinging on the truck bed. This of course would take Michelle's wardrobe to new heights. "Oh no!" Michelle felt the gate begin to rise again even more rapidly than before. The dress fabric was tight across Michelle's derrière as she pulled back trying to resist. Her dress was sliding through her hands. Michelle could maintain her modesty no longer as the rear hem quickly slipped over her bottom up to the small of her back. The entire football team and several of the other spectators let out a cheer as Michelle's ample bottom clad in dark violet silk trimmed with white lace bikini panties came into view. She let go of her ever rising dress and try to cover herself with her hands. As the dress continued its vertical climb the snuggly fitted bodice was turning inside out and straining to fit over Michelle's large bust. Michelle's arms were forced above her head as her dress and jacket were pulled up. The dress material and jacket were over Michelle's head blocking her vision and her arms were trapped above her head. The gate reached its apex and stopped. There Principal Smithson was, virtually trapped and nearly stripped by a mechanical device. Michelle struggled to pull her arms free. She pulled to the right and to the left. Her arms began to slip out of her jacket. Michelle was still being held by the bunched fabric of the bodice. Truth be told it was Michelle's big boobs that were holding things up. Feeling the opportunity to free herself Michelle pulled with more force and took a step backwards. The bodice began to peel off catching the underwire of her bra. Michelle gave one last pull for freedom. Her arms and head came out from underneath the fabric and Michelle stumbled backwards a few steps. The spectators gave another cheer at the site of the now completely dis-dressed school administrator. More than a few of the men in the crowd and the entire football team were enjoying the sight they had been given. Namely Michelle Smithson in nothing more than her bra and panties. Her tan skin was indeed quite flawless. Michelle's strong legs and thighs blended well into her round and voluptuous derrière. Which was given a bit of a boost by her wedge sandals. Michelle's matching violet and lace bra had suffered a bit of a relocation. The force of the bodice peeling over the bra had pushed the cups partially up Michelle's boobs. A shocked Michelle looked up at her sundress hanging from the corner of the liftgate. "My dress, it can't be. Why then I must be...." thought Michelle who then took stock in her now changed appearance. She looked down to see nothing more than her exposed lingerie. Seeing that her bra had been pushed up on her breasts she quickly used both hands to pull the cups back down to the proper position. Roxanne took a few steps closer to Michelle, put her hands on her hips and gave Michelle a long appraising look up and down. "Why Ms. Smithson should you ever decide to change careers I think I could find something for you to do at my club." Roxanne mocked. Michelle spun around to face the mocking strip club owner. It was then she noticed that she was surrounded by a laughing and jeering crowd. She instinctively crouched and attempted to cover herself with her arms. "All these people laughing at me!" Michelle thought. "I need to get out of here now." Michelle dashed from the truck toward the sidewalk giving everyone a nice look at her bouncing boobs and derrière. The crowd did not readily part for the underdressed principal. Michelle tried to force her way through several locations unsuccessfully. Observing all of this Roxanne decided it was time to really take matters into her own hands. Michelle was again trying to push her way through the crowd when she felt someone grab her left wrist. She turned to see Roxanne. "Let go of me! " Michelle yelled as Roxanne pulled her away from the phalanx of spectators. "Ms. Smithson I think it's time for you to experience some old-school discipline." Roxanne said. Roxanne then started dragging the very resistant Michelle off the street towards the curb. Michelle fought back as best she could pulling against the physically superior Roxanne. "Would you excuse us please." Roxanne said to the spectators gathered on the grassy part of the parking. The folks readily moved out of Roxanne's path. As they parted Roxanne's destination was revealed. Namely one of the several park benches that were distributed on both sides of the Main Street. Michelle did not know exactly what Roxanne had in mind with old-school discipline, but when she saw that she was being taken to the bench a distinct fear erupted. "She can't! She wouldn't dare! I can't let this happen!" Michelle thought. Michelle fought even harder trying to dig her heels into the grass and break Roxanne's hold on her. She even went so far as completely squat with her pantied derrière sliding on the grass. As they got to the bench Michelle stood straight and tried to connect with an openhanded slap. Roxanne adroitly avoided the slap and was a little amused that Michelle would try that. "Now that is going cost you, honey." With that Roxanne sat down on the bench and pulled Michelle down across her lap. Michelle kicked and squirmed and Roxanne had to use both arms to hold her in place. Kathy had been close throughout. Roxanne enlisted her for some help. "Kathy would you care to do the honors?" "It would be my pleasure Roxanne." Kathy responded. Kathy then leaned down close to Michelle's ear and whispered "This is what I owe you for that interview. I hope you enjoy it" "You can go to hell." Michelle said vehemently. "Let the games begin!" Roxanne announced to the crowd. Kathy then raised her hand, paused for effect, then delivered a good spank to Michelle's plump butt. Michelle gritted her teeth and said nothing but continued to struggle. Kathy continued to lay on spanks on Michelle's silk covered bottom. After a good dozen had been delivered, Kathy stopped. Michelle ceased her struggles and lay still, her arms still held tight by Roxanne. "Maybe they're finished and they'll let me go." Michelle thought. "My butts burning as it is." Roxanne thought for a moment and said to Kathy "Let's up the ante, shall we?" Roxanne gave Kathy an obvious glance towards Michelle's panties. "Capital idea Roxanne." Kathy said with enthusiasm. "Up the ante? What does she mean?" Michelle thought. Michelle lay still and looked straight ahead not knowing what to expect. Then she felt something touch her near the waistband of her panties. What Michelle felt was Kathy's fingers slipping under the waistband. Michelle looked back in horror as you watch Kathy take down her panties. "Not my panties! She can't!" Michelle thought frantically. Kathy pulled the panties down over the full part of Michelle's buttocks and then slid them to her upper thighs. Michelle's tan skin was definitely showing a red hue. "Thank you Kathy, I think I'll take a turn now." said Roxanne. "Oh no." Michelle thought despondently. "Just a second please, there's one other thing I'd like to do if you don't mind." Kathy said Roxanne. "Please go right ahead Ms. Benson." Roxanne said. The two women had really taken a condescending tone. "One other thing? What the hell does she have in mind?" Michelle pondered. Kathy then turned her attention to Michelle's bra. Pulling back on the elastic at the rear closure, Kathy let it snap Michelle's back with a little force. "Stop it you b*tch! Leave that alone." Michelle protested and resumed her struggles. "Now, now, now, such bad language." Kathy scolded. Then she unhooked Michelle's bra and slipped the straps over her shoulders. "She's all yours, Ms. Starr." Kathy said to Roxanne. "Why thank you Ms. Benson." Now it was Roxanne's turn. Michelle's right butt cheek received a hard slap from Roxanne. Roxanne's hand lingered on Michelle's butt for a moment and gave a quick caress. Then Roxanne resumed in earnest. Loud cracks could be heard as Michelle's bottom took the punishment. The only spanking previous to this that Michelle had experienced was at the hands of Barbara Anderson. Although painful, Kathy Benson's applications were barely the equal. What Michelle was experiencing now was nothing like she'd ever experienced before. Roxanne was not only forceful but skilled in the application. Michelle could struggle no longer and lay still across Roxanne's lap. Roxanne released her arms, but continued raining spanks down on Michelle. Michelle raised herself to her elbows and grunted with each spank. Her head would drop and then raise and then she would turn to try to see her punisher. Michelle's ass was now taking on a red glow from her hips across her butt cheeks to her upper thighs as Roxanne was an even distributor of spanks. Michelle had given up and was submitting to Roxanne. She could no longer fight against the superior woman. Strange and new thoughts were swirling in Michelle's head. What was most difficult for her was accepting the fact that she could be bested. Previously Barbara Anderson had ambushed her, but Michelle got her revenge later and was confident Barbara was no longer any threat. This woman was different not only physically superior she had a confidence that Michelle found not only irresistible but arousing as well. Roxanne ceased the punishment of Michelle's ass. Her left hand lightly rubbing one cheek then the other while her right hand caressed the backs of Michelle's thighs. "I think Ms. Smithson has had enough for today." Roxanne said to Kathy. Roxanne gripped Michelle's upper arm and guided her from across her lap. As she rose to a standing position Michelle's bra fell off the ground exposing her round breasts with light brown areola and fully erect gumdrop nipples. Michelle's hands flew to her abused bottom for some soothing rubs. Roxanne stood next to Michelle put a hand on her bottom and leaned close to whisper in her ear. "Now what just happened here is for what you did to Kathy. But I do think you did enjoy it. And if I'm right look me up sometime. It could be enjoyable for both of us." Roxanne gave Michelle's bottom a couple gentle pats and then look to Kathy. "Ms. Benson our work is done. Shall we go?" "By all means Ms. Starr." Kathy replied as he gave each other a high five. Both women walked off arm in arm leaving Michelle standing at the bench. Michelle watched them walk off and regain some of her senses. She ceased her ministrations to her spanked butt and pulled up her panties that had gathered at her ankles. She then picked her bra up off the ground and covered her breasts, holding the bra on with one arm. "Hey Ms. Smithson you may be able to use this." Someone from the crowd called out as her denim jacket landed at her feet. Michelle picked up the jacket and used it to cover her lower half tying the arms to secure it. She then looked around with contempt and all those who had witnessed her humiliation. She ran a few fingers through her hair, straightened her back, pushed her chest out and walked through the crowd to her parked car. All the while thinking about Roxanne Starr. |
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Thanks for the next chapter. How about Barbara's friend Rhonda becoming the victim of Michelle's budding lesbian desires.Thanks again
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You and I are thinking alike in regards to Michelle's tendencies. One thing is I have never had a good handle on Rhonda's physical appearance, makes it hard to write something descriptive. I'm considering some other pairings for our strawberry blonde principal. Do you have anyone else in mind?
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I picture Rhonda as a sexy submissive brunette with shoulder length hair .She's a spoiled rich heiress used to getting her own way. Michelle begins to take notice of the spoiled girl when she's caught in an accidental clothing mishap revealing sexy yellow panties at that point she plots to get the brown haired beauty alone to give her a well deserved spanking but deep down her lesbian tendencies are rising to the surface where she can no longer hold them back. I'll leave the rest to you. Thanks again
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I've always thought Rhonda was black. I've always pictured her looking like Nyomi Banxxx.
As for Michelle, i'm not sure she would be a Dom just yet and she mail got off at being submissive to Roxanne. Having Rhonda dominate her, after failing to dominate Rhonda could be an option. I mean, you haven't elaborated much on what Rhonda is like. She's usually just Barbara's friend. Last edited by Roxxy; 01-15-2016 at 06:32 AM. |
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