Defeating the Evil Queen

Michelle was now in a frenzy. Looking for a way to escape, frantically trying to hide her bald head, pathetic undergarment and flabby body. She didn't realize that someone was behind her until she felt a pair of cold hands reach into the top of her girdle.

“YAAAAH!!!” as she bolted upright, reaching behind her, twitching her body about, swinging those big udders from side to side, try to shake off whatever new degradation was behind her.

Without saying a single word, Megan yanked her mother’s girdle down.

“God, how’d she get this thing on?” She wondered to herself.

Not all the way down, but down to her knees, pulling the black stockings down with it and making it nearly impossible to get away.

“Wow” thought Megan, a bit surprised at the girth of her mother’s rear end. The Queen B was practically naked except for the strappy strap shoes, gold choker, earrings and bunched up girdle around her knees. Megan got it down far enough at least to evoke a round of finger pointing and roaring laughter at Michelle’s bubble butt and plentiful bush.

Michelle immediately reached down with one hand and grabbed the front portion of her girdle and tried to pull it back up and at least hide her exposed cooter, while at the same time the other arm and hand attempted to keep her large rack from swinging forward. But she only succeeded in providing a nice rear view of her snatch to some viewers when she bent over. Michelle looked embarrassingly ridiculous trying to pull her girdle and stockings up, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, swaying hips and shoulders side to side in an “S” pattern like a bad belly dancer. Switching hands, front then back, in an attempt to jerk it up into place. Her flabby hips, thighs and buttocks quivering to the delight of everyone.

Megan saw Michelle’s vulnerability as an opportunity to deliver a well deserved spanking to her mother’s ample fanny as she was bent over.

“This is gonna hurt me more than it does you, mommy dearest.” She declared. Lined up her shot and...

WHACK!!

Caught off guard, Michelle staggered forward a few steps, constrained by her clumping undergarment, buttocks, thighs and breasts quivering from the impact.

“YEOWWWCH!!!” A stunned Michelle looked behind her and saw that it was her own daughter.

“Megan!, I’m your moth...!”

WHAAAM!!! Left cheek.

“Oowwww!” Again doing a stutter step, trying to move away from Megan.

Say: “I’m arrogant.” Megan commanded.

SMACK!! Right cheek.

“YAAAHH! STOP IT!!” This time, wobbling a bit, reaching one hand around to shield her backside from the next blow.

“Vain”

WHAACK” Dead center.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch. Megan Lynn!! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!”

“Pushy”

TTHHWAAAK! Again, dead center. Her fleshy thighs, ass and hips rippling.

“My ass, my ass, oowww!” She bleated, feeling that burning sensation from a good tanning.

Glancing just to the side, Megan could see that her sister was taking it all in. For some reason she had stopped her own struggle and was watching the pair intently. Suddenly, knowing that she’d be next, Eva started squirming again, showing off way more of her naughty bits and wiggling her bottom more than necessary Megan thought.

Michelle’s well cushioned keester was turning bright red. Satisfied, Megan stopped her mother’s torment in order to return to Princess Eva. Walking past two women about her mother’s age, enjoying the show and a couple of triple scoop vanilla ice cream cones, Megan gave them a wink and a nod and said: “Take care of mom will ya?”

The pair looked at each other, then at their cones, then at Michelle’s red ass and shrugged. They stepped up behind Michelle who had managed to get her girdle halfway up over her tender rear end, pulled back on the waistband and before Michelle could react, slammed their cones into her ass crack and gave it a solid pat to help mash in the cones.

“YYAAAHHH!! OH my GOD!!” she yelped and shot bolt upright, grabbing her rump.

“Well done. That should put out the fire.” One of them quipped.

They stood and watched for a moment, admiring their handiwork as the wet, sticky, white mess began to melt and ooze through the girdle fabric and down the inside of her thighs.

“Hmm. Ya know that looks like…?” Wondered one of the ladies.

“Man juice!!” proclaimed her friend.

Michelle turned around, with a look of shock and disgust on her face, nearly in tears from her spanking but still feisty, spat out: “Shut up you two!!”

“Well, you don’t have be so huffy.” Said one of the ladies, feigning hurt feelings.

“But don't you worry, honey. You’d be lucky to get the real thing.” Said the other one sarcastically.

That was the last straw. She was totally consumed with humiliation and embarrassment now.

“As soon as I get this damn thing up a bit more, I’ll make a break for the escalator next to the staircase leading down to the lobby and…??? And where?” She wondered.