The Window

The pool might get the feeling of heat off her bottom, but she wouldn't be able to get off the shaping panties that were pushing the hot, spicy chili against her suffering ass. So she opted for the window. The planter would give her the boost she'd need. The windows was only very slightly too high for her to climb through without it. Once inside, she'd be able to remove her shorts and panties in private, and come back to the party and give those two bitches what for.

Or so she thought. Placing one foot on the planter, she slid her upper body through the window. Just as she was about to pull her legs through, she felt her shoulder hit something. At the very same time, she notice a broom handle falling to the floor, and a hard surface hitting the small of her back. The window had closed on her!

She tried to pull her legs in, but her big butt couldn't fit through the opening that was only the size of her waist. Then she tried to back out, but her breasts wouldn't slip through, either. She tried lifting the window, but it was stuck. "Oh, my," came a smarmy voice from behind her. It was Charlotte's, she'd know it anywhere, sarcastically dripping with fake concern. "Are you stuck? Do you need some help?"

"Ummm, can you get Lauren?" "Oh, I already sent Claudine to help when I saw you there. I hope she finds her soon, or you might be stuck there for a while. Nancy bit her bottom lip. She didn't want to give this bitch the satisfaction of asking for help, but she was trapped in the embarrassing position, and her backside was blazing with pain.

"Charlotte?" "Yes, Nancy?" "Can you help me? Open the window?" "Are you certain you don't want to wait for Lauren to help you?" Nancy sighed, "Please?"

Charlotte walked up behind her and put her hands on the window. It felt to Nancy like she was pushing DOWN on the window. "Nope, it's stuck. Maybe if I..."

"What are you doing?!" Nancy shouted as she felt Charlotte's hands unbuttoning her jean shorts. "No, stop it!" "I'm helping," Charlotte insisted. A few moments later, she had pulled the jeans down to Nancy's knees, and the entirety of the shaping panties were exposed. "Wow," said Charlotte, "I never thought you were any good at fashion, but THESE are some UGLY panties!"

By now, a crowd had gathered. They were laughing and pointing at Nancy's panties, at her position stuck in the window, and cheering Charlotte on. "You know," the botchy redhead mused, "I think these panties are so ugly, that even your big ass might look better without them, what do you think!" "No Charlotte, leave me alone!" "I wasn't talking to you," said Charlotte, playing to the crowd, adding, "WHAT DO YOU THINK!" "Off with them!" yelled someone in the crowd and a general cheer rose up.

"I can't say no to my beloved audience," said Charlotte, "Or is it YOUR audience, Nancy?" Charlotte hooked her fingers in the waistband of the unfashionable shaping panties, and give them a mighty tug. "Wow, these are industrial strength!" she teased, "Perhaps you didn't lose your Wide Load after all."

"Don't!" whined Nancy, "Stop!" "You heard her people, she said 'don't stop'!" Charlotte yanked the shaping panties down to Nancy's upper thighs, where the way they squished her in made her backside look all the plumper. "Wow, Nancy, Wide Load! You never lost it, you were just wearing panties that smooshed your giant fat ass into an only-kinda fat ass. And those red marks where the seams were digging into you...and...what's that brown stuff all over your butt?"

"The chili your date poured down my pants, you bitch!" "Or is it? And watch your language." Nancy was the most humiliated she had ever been. She fought to maintain her composure, out of spite. "I think you might need a spanking for calling me that word, what do you think, crowd?" A number of affirmative sounds were heard from the spectators. "I don't want to touch it with my hand, given that messy stuff all over it. does anyone have anything to--Oh, thanks! This will do nicely!"

Nancy couldn't see what was coming, but Charlotte examined the squash racket that she had just been handed. It would be enough to really heat up Nancy's backfield, and it might also leave her with a net-pattern bruise! The redhead laid into her bouncy target with gusto. Tears ruined her victim's makeup, and it seemed the spanking would go on forever until....