A clown spanking

The clown girl kicked and squealed in fury, her pretty plump bottom rapidly turning red as the boy clown's hand came down again and again. She shrieked and wriggled, her ponytails bouncing, her fists banging against the ground as her upturned derriere, clad in only pink heart-patterned panties, was rhythmically smacked by the boy. Left cheek, then right cheek, then left again as the whole crowd laughed at her yelps of pain and whines of protest.

The boy stopped, and smacked his head as if he'd forgotten something. He reached behind his chair, let the suspense build for a moment, and pulled out his ping-pong paddle.

The squeals got higher as he redoubled his efforts. Susie was appalled, yet for some reason she couldn't take her eyes off the scene. It wasn't fair! The girl had only wanted to pick flowers! And the boy was playing these horrible pranks on her, for no reason at all! But the worst part was, everyone seemed to think it was funny! Didn't they understand the basic concept of justice?

She watched in horror, unsure what to do as the boy clown administered the final stinging blows of the girl clown's panty-clad spanking. Grinning wickedly, he reached behind the stool again and brought out one final object. Another banana cream pie. He raised it high in the air, and brought it down with **** on the squirming girl's red and stinging buttocks, smearing cream all over the seat of her panties.

Then he let go of her suspenders, and pushed her off his lap into the dirt.

Slowly, the clown girl picked herself up. Her hands crept slowly to her sore bottom, then flew away as she realised she was still being watched by the carnival crowd. She gave them a reproachful look. How dare they just stand by and watch while these humiliating things were being done to her? Didn't they know she was a very important clown?

She glanced around for her tormenter, her blue eyes wide with a frisson of fear, but he'd already strolled off behind the tree, whistling an innocent tune. The girl clown sighed, scowled, and kicked the dirt in a show of frustration. Her hands went to her bottom once more, and came away sticky with cream. She touched her face, ran a finger down the front of her blouse and held it up in front of her eyes to look at it. He'd gotten her pretty clown costume all gooey, as well! Why were boy clowns so mean?

She folded her arms under her breasts, gave the audience one last withering glare, and flounced off behind the tree.

Susie wondered if the show was over. But the crowd wasn't going anywhere. She waited, and sure enough, after a minute or two, the girl clown came back into view. She was pushing a large old-fashioned bathtub, on wheels, with a showerhead attached.

Susie's mouth fell open.