Run away!

"Let's just run," said Susie, grabbing Bonnie's hand. Bonnie resisted for just long enough to slow Susie down, and the clowns were able to catch both of them.

A few minutes later, both girls were suspended in strict hogties from the branches of the old oak tree, in full-face clown makeup, with bunches of daisies protruding from their bottoms. Still nude, of course. The crowd, waiting for the beginning of the next performance, whistled its approval.

Miss Trickett, in character as a prim lady clown, strolled onto the scene. She saw the two captive clown girls hanging from the oak tree, and clasped her hands to her cheeks in moral outrage. Captive clown girls! She had to get them down!

She went behind the oak tree, and brought up a stepladder. She climbed the ladder, steadying herself on the tree branches, and reached out to untie the dangling girls.

A boy clown appeared. It whisked away the stepladder, leaving Trickett dangling by her hands from the old oak tree, a few metres off the ground. Then, it slid a barrel of molasses underneath Trickett, and walked away.

Trickett let go, and fell into the barrel of molasses, which tipped over on its side and dumped her onto the ground. She emerged, sputtering, covered in molasses. The crowd rippled with laughter. The clown was nowhere to be seen.

Trickett shot the crowd a frosty glare and stalked off behind the oak tree, muttering to herself. A few moments later, a molasses-soaked clown costume was thrown out from behind the oak tree, piece by piece.

A boy clown reappeared. He picked up Trickett's skirt and blouse, and tucked them into his suitcase. He pulled out a huge old-fashioned camera, winked at the crowd, and walked around behind the tree.

There was a flash, and a squeal. Trickett, in heart-patterned pink panties and matching bra, raced out from behind the oak tree. She saw the crowd, squealed again, and ducked back behind the oak tree. There was perhaps twenty seconds of total silence.

The boy clown emerged from behind the oak tree, dragging Trickett with one finger hooked into the lacy garter belt of her rainbow stockings. He threw a rope around her wrists with practiced ease, and tossed one end of it up over a high branch. Soon, despite her struggles, she was standing on her toes with her hands above her head. The rope was twisted in some clever way that kept her facing the crowd, no matter how she twisted and turned.

Then, to Trickett's intense embarrassment, he unfastened her bra, letting her substantial breasts bounce free as the crowd hooted its approval. Finally, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties.

He paused.

He cupped a hand to his ear. The crowd hooted its approval. Still, the clown hesitated, as if the encouragement wasn't enough. Finally, when the cheers and cries of "Strip her naked!" were deafening, he yanked the horrified Trickett's panties down around her ankles, exposing the tangle of silky dark hair between her coffee-coloured thighs.

He patted her bottom.

Then, he pulled a ping-pong paddle out of his suitcase, and began to administer an extremely firm and thorough spanking to Miss Trickett's bare brown backside as she kicked and squirmed. With some minor adjustments of the ropes, Bonnie and Susie were lowered to waist level so they could be spanked as well.

And, finally, he left the three girls to dangle in the shadow of the old oak tree. Spanked. Naked. On display. It was quite a while before Bonnie and Susie were able to escape.