Bagged !

It was obviously something the Sanders women had done before and it all happened so quickly. Carol was hardly expecting to be assaulted in broad daylight and so before she could react, Kayleigh had moved behind her to pin her arms and Mrs. Sanders bent down to grab the hem of Carol's dress and hoist it completely over her head, lifting her arms and trapping them completely ! Carol struggled ineffectually as Kayleigh held the hoisted dress in position while her mother found some gaffer tape and secured the ends around Carol's wrist, effectively trapping her.

The sundry onlookers who had drifted across to watch what might unfold were delighted. The Sanders family could usually be relied upon to put on a show and this exceeded all expectations. The snooty smartly dressed woman had swiftly been reduced to a source of ridicule. Carol stood totally exposed from ankle to bra, her conservative dark blue Marks and Sparks underwear on full display. There was uproarious laughter and high pitched squeals from those who had gathered. She felt herself blushing profusely within her inside out prison and was thoroughly disoriented. She tried to free her arms but realized she was securely restricted. Her bag was enclosed within the dress too and banging against her head, distracting her even more.

"Untie me" she cried through the material of the dress. What emerged was somewhat muffled. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that" laughed Mrs. Sanders. "Let me go" yelled Carol more loudly. "Nobody's stopping you, you can bugger off whenever you want" said Kayleigh. "But I'm stuck, I can't see" protested Carol. She could tell there was quite a crowd now and that it was in hysterics. "Not my problem" answered Mrs. Sanders. "Serves you right for coming round here all high and mighty and accusing my girl of all sorts of stuff. We don't appreciate that kind of thing round here do we ?" she asked the crowd, who responded in the affirmative knowing that it was unwise to do anything else. "Now clear off and don't come back or you'll get worse next time" said Mrs. Sanders, turning Carol round and giving her a slap on the ass.

As she shuffled forward, Carol's eyes were becoming more accustomed to her situation and she realized that she could make out vague shapes through the material of the dress and thought she might be able to make it to where she had parked her car. But what then ? Surely someone would help her ?