The boy clown leaves her hanging

There was only one place for the girl clown to hide. Backing away from the cameras, tripping over her own feet, she turned on her heel and darted for the oak tree, red bottom wiggling as she sprinted for the relative safety of the space behind the trunk. there was a pause, and then her pretty blushing face peeped out the other side, her blue eyes silently begging the crowd to go away.

The boy clown grinned, and brandished his ping-pong paddle. He stepped behind the oak tree. There was a loud whack, and the girl leaped out into the clearing again, clutching her bottom and yelping. The boy followed her, proudly tossing his paddle into the air and catching it again.

The girl gasped, and ducked back behind the tree. The boy followed her, and there was another loud whack, driving her out. The girl whimpered as she was thrown out once more into the spotlight, her face glowing so hot that her blush could almost be seen through the clown makeup.

She looked up. Maybe there was another place she could hide. She jumped, managed to grab hold of a low-hanging branch, and pulled herself up into the canopy of the oak tree, swiftly disappearing among the leaves.

The boy looked thoughtful. He tucked his paddle into a hidden pocket, grabbed hold of the branch and hauled himself up one-handed, muscles flexing. He clambered higher, following the girl up into the dense autumnal foliage. Soon, both were lost from view.

There was a squeal, and a smack. Leaves rustled. A paddle fell out of the branches, followed by a banana cream pie, which splatted harmlessly on the ground. The oak tree shook, branches quivering, muffled sounds of a struggle emerging from within the canopy. Several leaves drifted to the ground. There was another smack, a male groan, and a girlish wail, then a sound like a very large rubber band being twanged. After that, a long silence.

The boy clown climbed down. There were leaves in his hair, and one of the pom-poms had been knocked off his suit, but he was otherwise unharmed. He was holding one end of a long rope in his hand.

He paused to catch his breath and wipe sweat off his brow, looking out at the audience as if to say "the things I do for you people." Then, he took hold of the rope and gave it a firm tug.

The clown girl descended from the oak tree.

She was hogtied, dangling from a rope harness that cinched her breasts, circled her waist and gripped her thighs. Her hands were crossed behind her back, lashed in place with thick knots. Her pigtails were tied to her ankles, pulling her head back and forcing her to look out at the crowd. Her breasts swayed heavily below her, her red buttocks made even plumper by the influence of the constricting ropes. Her plump wet pussy glistened between her parted legs, quite impossible to close.

The ropes suspending her in midair led up into the tree, where they were lost from view.

The boy clown lowered her down until she was within easy groping distance of the ground. He fastened the rope firmly in place. He walked up to her and coldly, deliberately, took a picture, which produced another shriek of outrage.

He pulled her sweaty pink panties out from a pocket of his costume, shoved them in her mouth, and taped them in place. Then, he honked her breasts. He spent some time fondling her, calmly, enjoying the muffled fury and wide angry eyes.

He sat down, and began to pick a bushel of multicoloured daisies. The girl clown wriggled in her tight hogtie, sweat trickling off her bare body as he stood up, flowers in hand, and came towards her. Curiosity turned to fear as she realised what he intended. The boy clown took her chin in hand, gave her a little kiss on the cheek, and gently slid the stems of the flowers into her bottom. He tucked them in place and stepped back, leaving her swaying in place with a beautiful bouquet of lovely daisies sticking out her ass.

Finally, he brought out a wooden sign and a small paintbrush. He spent some time decorating the sign, then turned it around so the girl could see what it said.

"HONK MY BOOBIES! I'M A NAUGHTY NAKED CLOWN!"

He jammed the sign into the earth below her, looked her up and down one final time, then stepped round behind her and planted a soft clown kiss directly onto the gorgeous blonde's dripping-wet pussy. She shrieked and bucked in her bonds, heat flooding her body, mortified beyond belief and about one second away from cumming.

But she wasn't going to get off that easy. The boy clown patted her bottom, and adjusted the flowers, driving them even deeper inside her. He gave her one last kiss on the cheek. Then, he simply walked away.