Comeuppance Carnage

“...And that’s the last time I ever want to see you near Neal again.” Advised April as she stood in the doorway of Megan’s apartment. “And I hope you learned your lesson today. Next time I’ll send you home naked. You’re lucky that all you got were some torn panties and a good spanking on that fat ass of yours in front of everyone!” she declared, leaving in a self righteous huff.

The embarrassing spanking had only ended when Megan promised to clean the clothes April had soiled during the fight. Now she was here to collect them. The crowd of apartment residents had returned, hoping for a rematch, right then and there. April enjoyed shaming other women like Megan in front of others. Made her feel haughty and arrogant to trash the competition. Especially women who weren't as lucky as April in the gene pool lottery. Women like Megan. Small breasts, pudgy body, a plain face and chunky behind were easy prey for April.

True, though. April had been lucky. A bod’ to die for. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, legs that would not quit. Pouting lips. Pretty face. Not ‘runway’ stunning but oh, so cute. Pert little ass.

The catfight in the apartment lobby was over before it really got going. April was boss bitch and Megan needed to be taught a lesson. She had gotten too friendly with one of April’s admirers, Neal. Nice guy. Megan enjoyed talking to him. But April had him, like so many others, wrapped around her little finger. It would take a long time for Neal to learn that for every good looking woman, there’s some guy out there that’s sick and tired of putting up with her shit.

Megan’s sister, Eva, and their mother, Michelle, both of whom lived elsewhere in a more posh area of the city, came over to berate and humiliate her after the whole affair had blown up on social media. Not so much that she had gotten a whup’n, but just because she was the ugly duckling of the three of them. Megan’s humiliation reflected badly on them too. Michelle, arrogant, conceited and bossy. And big sister Eva, checked all of those boxes too...oh yeah, and throw in a hefty dose of vanity to boot.

They had heard about the dust-up and came over to heap their fair share of on Megan. It was always the same. She was too fat, too short, flat chested, too plain, needed to dress better, sexy like, blah, blah, blah.

“I heard that some woman named April pulled down your shorts and rip open your panties to spank the be-jesus out of you in public.” Lectured her mother. “Come over here.” And began pinching Megan on the hips and legs finally yanking down her cloth shorts and panties to scrutinize and slap her portly posterior, much to the amusement of Eva and the other onlookers.

“Helluva target too.” She said dryly.

“Mom!! Stop it! You’re embarrassing me!” she protested.

Feeling mighty superior and patronizing, they continued to lord over a pantsed Megan, becoming louder and more forceful. Her mother was especially in fine form today.

Not having gone too far, April turned back once she heard the uproar and her name mentioned. “Good.” She thought. “This will be entertaining. I love to see that tub Megan with the kiwi tits get humiliated any chance I get. Ha! How can she just stand there with her pants and underwear pulled down. Her bare ass exposed in front of all those people? I’d be mortified. Might as well learn from the pros. In any event, she’s got it coming after ruining my clothes.” She mused.

Still carrying her freshly laundered clothing, April moved along the back of the crowd which had grown larger by now, spilling onto the open second floor common area which overlooked the newly renovated lobby. Time to take in the humiliation fest.

“Geez, does that Megan have a big can!” “No shame.” “Shakes like the Jell-o I serve at dinner.” observed one woman.

“Yeah it does, heh, heh.” “But look at those other two ladies. See how nicely they’re dressed? You can certainly tell who has class here.” her friend observed. The crowd grew larger and more boisterous.

April, in her “I’M A FLIRT” T-shirt and skin tight cotton shorts, easily slipped through the throng of leering men and past the dagger stares of the other women. “Jealous?” she thought. “No doubt.” Finally, she finagled a spot in the front row, just up against a “wall” of decorative foot high planter boxes full of 5-6ft tall artificial shrubs, bushes and small trees which lined the area where Michelle and Eva continued to berate a cowering Megan. Most of the other residents were lined up on the other side of the planters at the newly installed coffee and pastry bar, just another of the many just completed improvements and renovations at the apartment complex. They too, were watching and enjoying every minute. Waiting to see what would happen next.

Warming to the crowd, Michelle started to scream loudly again so that the they wouldn't miss a word. Megan tried to shield herself and her partial nudity from the degradation and sidled up to a parked, plugged in electric scissors lift which had been used by the painters earlier in the day for the vaulted ceilings and was now elevated to about 10ft off the floor for safety reasons.

Eva continued: “And that other time at Chrissy’s wedding, when your dress fell apart in front of everyone during the dinner dance and we could see those tiny tits and fat ass and thighs. Good thinking going ‘commando’ of all times. You had to get down on all fours to escape with that big bubble butt of yours rolling from side to side, giving everyone a nice view of your privates!!!!

April chuckled to herself at the image. “What a looser. Stripped naked in front of all those people” she commented to those around her.

Eva pushed on: “Well, that was me and mom who sabotaged your dress!!

The crowd was soaking it in alright. Laughing uproariously

“Bought you down a few notches,” crowed Eva. “You can’t even get laid at a wedding! Ha!”

Michelle nodded approvingly. “You’re just a bag of blubber Megan, as she smacked her on the ass, which quivered from the impact. “You need to stop embarrassing me once and for all. And it starts now.” She smirked. “I think a public spanking is in order.” Michelle flicked her luxurious blonde locks to one side of her head, showing off her gold earrings and neck choker. She then proceeded to undo the top two buttons on her business suite jacket to allow for ample arm motion. Which also allowed a bit more cleavage to show in her silk purple blouse.

“Hey, don’t forget to remind everyone about the spanking she already got today!” someone yelled out.

Suddenly, Megan sprang to life. “That voice. April! I know that voice!” she thought. She turned and glared at April. “You!” With the anger and embarrassment welling up inside, she covered the few feet between them as the crowd parted like the Red Sea and stopped face to face, with April. Eyes locked on hers.

“Well, hi again Megan. Wha...wha...what’s go’in on?” she stammered. Trying to smile meekly.

Megan stared at her for a moment and then, without taking her eyes off of her, she slapped the laundered clothes right out April’s hands.