A Quiet

It was a very nervous, uncomfortable Emily who stumbled through the fairgrounds, ducking under bushes and cowering behind stalls, darting as fast as she could across crowded thoroughfares. She wasn't finding it very easy to see where she was going. That was because her shirt had been lifted up and tied into a knot above her head, trapping her upper body in a bag of cloth. It was hard to identify the dim shapes she could make out through the stretched yellow fabric, although she was pretty sure some of them were laughing at her.

She couldn't move very quickly, either. That was because her panties were down around her ankles. She could have gone faster if she'd kicked them off. But then she wouldn't have had any panties.

She wished she still had her bra. The crowd had laughed very, very hard when the mimes had pulled her shirt up, and showed the world she wasn't wearing a bra. Even a soaking-wet bra would be better than no bra at all.

Her bottom was still sore. She wanted to rub it, but she couldn't get her hands down to reach it. After they'd pulled her shirt up over her head, taken away her shorts and pulled her panties down around her ankles, the mimes had bent her over a table. She wasn't sure where the table had come from. Maybe it was an invisible table. She hadn't been able to see, because of the shirt. And she wasn't sure where the paddle had come from, either.

No, Emily thought to herself, she didn't like being stripped naked by mimes and having her bottom spanked in front of a laughing crowd. She didn't like it one bit. Okay, she'd broken their priceless vase, but there was such a thing as proportionate justice.

And they could have untied her before letting her go! Instead they'd sent her off into the fair with nothing but a farewell slap on the bottom, her shirt still tied up around her head and no way to get out. And her panties were down! People could see her lady garden! She was basically naked! Running around the fairgrounds without a stitch on, stark bare nude for everyone to see! She could hear people making fun of her, teasing her about her bouncing boobs and her bright red bottom! It wasn't very funny!

She really wished she knew which way the locker room was, or how she was going to get the shirt untied.

And she wished she knew why, before they'd tied her up, they'd written the words GULLIBLE GIRL in lipstick across her big bouncing bare breasts. She couldn't see any reason for that at all.