Who Gets Spanked ?

Debbi perched herself on the edge of the horse trough, so that she could take off the Wellington boots and empty the water out of them. Carol, meanwhile, was still being harangued by the woman from the tea rooms. "You should be ashamed of yourself, a woman of your age parading about here like some brazen hussy with all your bits and pieces on show. I don't want my son watching this !" The woman pointed towards a gangling youth who was holding up his phone and grinning. "Put that away, I'm old enough to be your mother" Carol screeched. "Yeah, but you're not are you ?" sneered the boy. "Anyway, I'm trying to film the pretty one" he laughed, turning his phone in the direction of Debbi who was now standing up again.

"That's right. They want to see my hot bod and not your saggy old tits" cried Debbi, who was still angry and blaming Carol for their predicament. "I wouldn't let my daughter speak to me like that" said tea room lady. "I've told you, she's not my daughter" yelled Carol, fuming. "Whatever, if she were my daughter I'd give her a damn good spanking" the woman continued. This time it was Carol on whom the red mist descended. "You know, I think you're right" she responded and she launched herself at Debbi !

Before Debbi could react, Carol had pulled her head down by her hair and clamped her under her left arm and against her body. With her free right arm, Carol began to slap the tempting target that was Debbi's bent over bottom ! "Ow, no, ow, stop, ow, ow, that hurt, ow, no, ow, stop !" The crowd were lapping up this further unexpected spectacle. Finally, Debbi broke free. "Cow" she cried, rubbing her sore bottom. "Well, you deserved it" replied Carol. Both women were breathing heavily and calming down.

"I suppose we'd better start walking again ?" said Debbi. The crowd was beginning to thin out. "That's it, clear off. Good riddance" tea room lady called after them, as the naked pair began to trudge towards the road out of town. The bikers roared past. "Sorry girls, no crash helmets !" Not that Debbi and Carol would have trusted them a third time. They had collected a small entourage from the remnants of the crowd, with half a dozen of the teens following them. "Bugger off" yelled Debbi, turning to confront them. "But we can show you a short cut if you like ?" one of the lads answered.