Chapter 8

Angie Turner headed into the Woody, which was crowded with the usual grey hairs milling about. She walked over to the door in the corner, but just before she turned the knob she was stopped.

“You don’t want to go in there!”

Angie turned to see Mrs. Colby, sitting in a char and waving her finger at her.

“I don’t?”

“Oh no. That horrible Vanessa English went in there and I KNOW she is doing just dreadful things in there with her little boy toy. Disgusting! You don’t want to see that.”

Angie smiled. Vanessa was inside.

“Well, Ms. English shouldn’t be doing those sorts of things in there,” Angie said.

“I should say not!”

“Then I’ll go in and stop them in that case.”

Mrs. Colby narrowed her eyes. “Yes, you do that. I’ve told the people here but they do nothing because she’s so special. It makes me sick. That girl makes me sick! Sick!”

“Okay then!”

Angie turned the knob, opened the door, and entered the closet. Mrs. Colby decided to sit and wait to see what happened.

Inside the closet it was pitch black except for the light coming from under the door.

“Danny? Is that you?”

Angie decided to let this play out a little. “Mm Hmm.”

“Oh my baby boy! Come get your reward. You’ve done me sooooo proud,” Vanessa cooed.

Angie stepped forward in the dark. She pulled out her phone and turned it on to provide a little bit of light as she moved through the closet. Eventually she found Vanessa. Her pink Chanel suit folded on the couch, Vanessa was standing with her back to Angie only in her armor of underwear.

Her girdle covered rear was sticking out and facing Angie.

“Come on. Undo me, so I can do you,” she said.

Angie looked up and down Vanessa’s back and saw a complicated mess of shapewear. But she loved the idea of stripping this snob and letting all her warts show. She unzipped the two side of Vanessa’s panty girdle, and unzipped what seemed to be a waist cincher, but nothing changed. All the garments stood in place while their owner started to get impatient.

“Danny! Hurry up! I’m hornyyy!” Vanessa whined.

Angie looked and saw that once the zippers were open there was a line of eyelets underneath them. Vanessa’s pale flesh bulged in between them. Was this custom made? She had never seen anything like it. This could take all night!

“Danny honestly! Do you want me to spank you again?!” Vanessa was annoyed. What was his problem? She turned around, hands on hips, ready to admonish her baby boy and…

GASP!

“Angie! What are you doing here?!”

Dammit. She was so close. Oh well. Still now she knew that Vanessa had help for that figure of hers. A lot of help.

“I’m here to tell you that I know what you’ve been up to!”

“Well, I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re not supposed to be in here,” Vanessa said, hurriedly picking her up her clothes and putting them back on.

“Well, I’m sure you have no idea that you little ‘baby boy’ just wet the bed on your little plan. I know you’ve been spreading lies about me to get me kicked out here! And right now your little diaper boy has already confessed to everything,” Angie said.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to see about that,” Vanessa said. “And Danny is his own man. Anything he does, he does on his own. I have no responsibility over him. And you should know I have a long standing relationship with this country club and I do not take kindly to baseless accusations!”

Vanessa zipped her skirt and slipped on her shoes and started to leave.

“Wait,” Angie said.

Vanessa stood at the door.

“Why, Vanessa? Why do you do these things? You think you’re better than everyone, really?”

Vanessa could feel the power shift in her favor.

“Hmph. Angie, the truth is you don’t belong here. And you’re not the first person who didn’t belong here either. You see, I love the Carrington. And I’ll do anything to make sure she stays pure. And sometimes that means dealing with your kind,” Vanessa said as she pulled her white gloves back on.

Then she opened the door and walked out. She told her!

Angie stood there in shock. That bitch really just said the quiet part out loud. Angie stood there for a moment. Then she got angry. Really angry.

Vanessa stepped out of the large closet and back into The Woody. Something was wrong and she knew it. Her sturdy foundation was off somehow. Then she realized her mistake. In her hurry to get dressed she never zipped back up! Those eyelets only worked when she was fully zipped. She stepped carefully, one perfectly manicured Manolo Blahnik covered foot at a time. All she has to do is get to the bathroom and zip up. The eyelets could last if she took it easy. Right? For a moment she thought she might make it.

She was halfway to the double doors when she heard the closet door open and close again. She stopped suddenly and turned and that’s when it happened. Her sudden turn was too much. The weakened fasteners started to fail one by one. Never mind that Angie Turner was walking out the closet and up to her with a head of steam.

One fastener on her girdle popped.

Then another.

And another.

Vanessa’s well hidden bugles started to spill out, pushing the overworked lycra spandex shapewear open. The fastener popping was speeding up. Vanessa grabbed herself by the sides as though that could actually help but she didn't know what else to do.

Once the last fasteners blew, her classic Chanel skirt was next. The zippers on each side of her girdle split open and both fell to Vanessa’s feet as her ass, now free, grew . The same happened in front. The girdle’s destruction had the buttons to her jacket fly off and her belly expanded and flopped out, hanging slightly over her pink panties.

“Oh no! Don’t look!” Vanessa screamed, which of course made everyone look.

Angie, blinded with fury and barely noticing Vanessa's predicament, grabbed her rival and spun her around and delivered a right cross to the uppity snobs chin. POW! Vanessa’s head jerked to the side and something white flew out. She held her mouth and bruised chin. Feeling it something wasn’t right.

“Nooo, not my veneers!!” she cried, as she now showed off a large gap between her front teeth, hidden for years by expert dental work.

Her skirt around her feet, standing in very girly pink panties in the middle of The Woody with all those old losers staring at her was just too much. She started to bawl right there. But Angie wasn’t done with her. Not at all.

Angie grabbed Vanessa ruined Chanel jacket and yanked off, leaving her in her bra, panties and stockings. Vanessa stood there holding her mouth and crying. Next Angie unclipped her bra and yanked it off, causing two silicon falsies to fall out. Vanessa’s chest was flat as her belly was fat. Her hands shot over her nipples, which pointed down in shame.

Vanessa was overwhelmed and did not know what to do. She looked around in a panic, but no one was coming to help. The old men in the room stirred. One old man went and made sure the double doors closed and locked. This was the most excitement they’d seen in years, they weren’t going to let it get interrupted. The rest of them gathered around to watch as Angie grabbed the crying Vanessa by the arm, her heels slipping off, and dragged her over to the seated Mrs. Colby. She then shoved Vanessa over Mrs. Colby’s lap.

“You know what to do,” Angie said.

“Oh yes, I most certainly do!” Mrs. Colby said. Excited about finally being able to mete out some justice to this deserving brat.

“Wait, no! You can’t do this to me!” Vanessa said, looking up at the eager crowd. They were all looking forward to her punishment. “Don’t you know who I am!?!”

“Now dear, we are doing this precisely because of who you are,” Mrs. Colby said. Everyone in the room laughed. Mrs Colby held the squirming Vanessa in place easily, and lowered her pink panties, exposing her large pale ass to the world.

“No, please, don’t!”

But it was no use. Mrs. Colby raised her hand up and…

WHACK!

“Ooooo! No, stop!!”

WHACK!

“Owww!!!”

WHACK!

“Owww!! Please stop!”

WHACK!

“Owwww. Danny!! Help me!!”

WHACK!

Vanessa’s pale bottom quickly changed colors. A few spanks turned it pink and a few more turned it red. Though she’d given Danny plenty of them, receiving a spanking was not a common experience for Vanessa. Added with all these learning old men staring her AND Angie Turner standing in front of her, grinning. Vanessa started to sob heavily, her wailing starting to develop more into a childish whine.

WHACK!!

“Owwwwwww!!”

WHACK!!

“Owwwwww!!”

WHACK!

“Owwwwwwwwww!! I want my daddy!!!”

The crowd whooped with delight as Vanessa was thoroughly humiliated. Angie noticed a knock at the double doors. She left the spanking to check who it was. She opened the door and saw Mr. Witherspoon.

“Oh, Ms. Turner. Is everything alright in there? Do you know why these doors are locked?”

“Oh Mr. Witherspoon, you’re such a nice man. I don’t think you want to know what’s going on here. It’s better you don’t know at all,” Angie said, trying to block him from looking in. Monica hurriedly walked up from behind.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Witherspoon, whatever it is, I’ll handle it. You just go on your rounds,” Monica said.

Mr. Witherspoon looked at them both. “Hmmm, well okay.” He walked off realizing that whatever it was, he didn’t want to know.

“What’s going on in there, Angie?” Monica asked.

“Mrs. Colby is spanking the hell out of Vanessa.”

Monica laughed. “Oh my God, really?”

“Yes, take a look.”

Monica peaked into The Woody and sure enough. There was Vanessa, minus her clothes and seemingly plus 50 pounds, lying across Mrs. Colby’s lap.

“Wow!”

“Yeah. Uh, do you think you have some extra clothes for when this is over? Miss Priss’s clothes are kind of ruined.”

“Oh, yes. I have just the thing. I just went through this with, ‘baby boy’ in my office. I’ll be right back.”

A minute later Monica returned with a box marked ‘costumes’ on it. She pulled out a ballerina costume, complete with a tutu and slippers.

“Here, this will do.”

“Ummmm okay,” Angie said with a grin and grabbed the costume and went back inside The Woody just as Mrs. Colby finished her final spank. Vanessa’s fat ass was a glowing red and she was now just whimpering. Mrs. Colby pulled Vanessa’s panties back up. Vanessa winced in pain as they were pulled up over her sore bottom.

“All right now young lady,” Mrs. Colby said as she stood her back up, “let this be a lesson to you!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The old men cheered as Vanessa stood there only in her panties and stockings, arms folded over her flat chest, tears streaming down her face.

Angie tossed the ballerina costume to Vanessa.

“Since your clothes are ruined, I found something for you to wear.”

Vanessa looked at it in dismay. “You can’t be serious! I won’t fit into this! And it’s awful!”

“Well, it’s that or you can go as you are. The choice is yours.”

Vanessa knew she had ****. She pulled the pink outfit over her head. It was skin tight and practically see through, but at least she was covered. She pulled it down, but it was a little short on her. The tutu stuck almost straight out and her pink panties were still visible.

“Look, this doesn’t cover me. You have to get me something else,” she whined.

Angie moved in close to Vanessa.

“I don’t have to get you anything. And you better get out of here before you back over Mrs. Colby’s lap for round two.”

Vanessa gulped.

“O-okay. Yes, this is fine. It’s perfectly suitable,” she said.

Angie nodded to Monica at the door, and the double doors swung open. The crowd parted and Vanessa walked out. The too tight costume looked absolutely ridiculous. She looked like an overstuffed pink sausage. Her belly stuck out, her tight pink panties wobbled as she walked, and her pouting expression combined with her tutu made her seem like a spoiled child who’d just been chastised.

As she walked through the Carrington, everyone stopped and starred. Laughs, some stifled and some not, were heard. As Vanessa looked at everyone looking at her she noticed that everyone seemed to really enjoy her comeuppance. The country club was loaded with people who loathed her and her domineering ways.

She walked as quickly as she could until she got to the entrance. A car was waiting for her. Monica had arranged for her transport home. She opened the door to the car and there was Danny. He was wearing a sailor outfit, with a powder blue top and shorts, complete with a cap, that was two sizes too small. His diaper stuck out the top and bottom.

“What happened to you?” Vanessa said, closing the door.

“I got caught and they spanked me!” Danny said. “What happened to you? Oh my God, what happened to your teeth?”

“I got caught too. That Angie Turner knocked my veneers out, and then I was spanked by an awful old woman!”

The car took off, carrying the villainous couple to Vanessa’s vast estate. As they drove off Vanessa and Danny held on to each other and started to bawl. She had been humiliated beyond belief at her precious country club. And everyone seemed to enjoy it! How could she ever go back?