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Subject: {ASSM} Teresa Scalia Gets Her Revenge (stripping,spanking, F/F,nc)
Date: Tue,  9 Jul 2002 17:10:03 -0400
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Teresa Scalia Gets Her Revenge

Teresa kept a low profile for several weeks following her public spanking by
Barbara Anderson.  Although Teresa had initially humiliated Barbara at the
Little League ballpark by tearing off her skirt, Barbara turned the tables
blistering Terri's bottom and stripping her completely.  (Refer to "Teresa
Scalia Strikes Back")  This was on top of the stripping Teresa was subjected to
earlier in the year at the community theatre by Barbara's hand.  (Refer to "The
Tale of Teresa Scalia")  Down but not out, Terri contemplated how she would
balance the accounts.

A major fund-raiser for the local children's hospital was coming up.  The theme
was "Midsummer's Evening Renaissance" with the setting in the city park.  Local
restaurant and tavern owners had set up various booths for the patrons to
sample their fare.  Entertainment had been booked including strolling
musicians, jugglers, and mimes.  One special entertainer featured a court
jester and his trained mule.  Dress was to be semi formal and anyone who was
anyone in the community was in attendance.

Barbara and her husband Mark arrived at the park around dusk.  Barbara was
wearing a pastel yellow cocktail dress, just above the knee in length with
spaghetti straps.  Over the dress she wore a matching short bolero jacket. 
White hose and heels completed her outfit.  The couple strolled through the
park enjoying cocktails and the entertainers.

Teresa and Dominic Scalia entered the park ½ hour later.  Clad in black from
head to toe, Terri had chosen a tailored pants suit.  Under the black suit coat
Terri wore a white blouse with ruffled front.  Her pants were sufficiently form
fitting to feature her shapely derriere.  And of course, she wore heels.

"Mark, will you look over there," Barbara whispered as she noticed Terri's
arrival, "I can't believe she would show her face around here."

"Okay, okay.  Terri and Dominic have as much right to be here as anyone.  Just
stay away from her and don't start anything.  I doubt if she'll try anything
with you after that episode at the ballpark."  Mark cautioned.

"If she does, she'll leave here with more than just a warm bottom."  Barbara
said.

Terri and Dominic made their way through the various displays.  Dominic noticed
the Anderson's presence first.

"Oh by the way Terri, it seems you're good friend Barbara is here."  Dominic
said with just a trace of sarcasm.  Although Dominic was not present at the
ball field when Barbara and Terri had their encounter, he had gotten a full
account from friends and enjoyed learning of his wife's undoing.

"Why thank you for pointing that out Dominic.  I'm sure you're just dying to
meet and greet her."  Terri replied.

"I would think you have some warm memories of Barbara."  Dominic said as he
slid his hand over Terri's bottom and gave it a squeeze.

Terri slapped his hand away and said "Get your hand off me!  You better believe
I've got some memories of that little bitch."

A crier walked through the attendees announcing that all should gather in the
central area for further games and entertainment.  The crowd gathered and
seated themselves on rustic grand stands that had been provided for the event. 
The group numbered over 200.

"Here ye, here ye, fine ladies and gentlemen," announced the crier, "for your
amusement and entertainment please welcome Obo the fool and his mule Buck."

Obo, dressed as a court jester, entered the show area leading the mule. 
Already in place in the show area was a large rubber barrel similar to the type
used by rodeo clowns.  Buck the mule did several tricks, placing his front feet
on the barrel and rolling it around, nodding his head in apparent agreement
with Obo when the jester posed a question or shaking his head in disagreement. 
Buck would also nudge the jester from behind in an attempt to get his
attention.  Occasionally the mule would push with enough force to raise Obo off
the ground.  Their routine concluded with Obo attempting to place a blanket on
the mule's back and ride off.  The jester would place the blanket on Buck's
back then turn to pick up the saddle.  When the jester's back was turned the
mule would then reach back and grab the blanket with his teeth and drop it to
the ground.  Obo of course would replace the blanket and turn for the saddle. 
Right on cue, Buck would remove the blanket.  The show ended with Obo admitting
defeat walking off with the saddle over his shoulder and Buck triumphantly
carrying the blanket in his mouth, waving it with a flourish.

Terri watched the show with amusement.  Then it occurred to her that Obo and
Buck could provide some entertainment of a different sort.  Terri walked over
to the area where the jester parked his horse trailer and where Buck was tied
when not performing.  Terri engaged Obo in conversation and made a proposal
while pulling a couple bills bearing the likeness of Benjamin Franklin from her
purse.

"Oh my ma'am, I don't know about that," Obo said.  "Buck's very reliable and
he'll do whatever I tell him, but I don't want to get in any trouble."

"Let me sweeten the pot a little," Terri cooed a she pulled four more
Franklin's from her purse.  "Does that make things any easier?"  Terri said as
she placed her hand on Obo's chest."

"Okay, we'll do it but I suppose I should get ready to get out of town fast." 
Obo said.

"Remember, the blond wearing the pale yellow outfit."  Terri reminded.

Terri left the jesters area and walked through the crowd looking for the crier.
 Finding the crier, she whispered something to him and pressed a $50 bill in
his hand.  Having given the crier his instructions, Terri walked toward the
show area.

"What had you been up to?"  asked Dominic.

"Oh just a little added attraction to the entertainment."  Terri said "I think
you'll love it."

"Here ye, here ye, fine ladies and gentlemen.  Obo the fool and his wonder mule
Buck have agreed to put on a special performance.  Please gather at the show
area."  Announced the crier.

People made their way to the show area and took seats.  Barbara and Mark were
in the front row.  Terri and Dominic held back until most of the seats were
filled.  Dominic took a place next to some friends.  Terri declined saying
she'd rather stand.  Obo walked into the show area with Buck following.

"Folks, Buck and I need a volunteer to help us with this trick."

A few hands came up in the crowd, but Obo was searching for a particular
volunteer.

"Yes, thank you.  The lovely lady in the yellow dress sitting in the front row
thank you for volunteering to help us."

"I didn't raise my hand" Barbara said to Mark "Why is he picking me?"

"Oh go-ahead, it might be fun.  Besides what have you got to lose?"  said Mark.

"All right I'll do it.  Here hold my jacket, its getting warm."

Barbara slipped off her jacket and handed it to Mark.  She walked out into the
arena to the applause of the audience.  Obo had her stand next to him with Buck
the mule directly behind her and the rubber barrel in front of her on its side.

"All right, what we're going to do is play the old shell game.  But you have a
helper in Buck.  If you go to pick the wrong shell, Buck will signal you to
pick a different one.  Okay do you understand ma'am?"  Obo asked.

"Yes I think I do," replied Barbara "How does he signal?"

"Oh you'll find out.  Let's start the game."

Obo arranged the three shells on the barrel showing Barbara which shell
contained the pea.  Then he started to shuffle the shells.  Barbara watched
closely as he manipulated the shells.  Because the barrel was only knee high,
Barbara bent over at the waist to get a better look.

"Around and around they go and where they stop only Buck knows.  Okay ma'am
take your pick."

Barbara had watched carefully and started to reach for the middle shell. 
Before her fingers touched a shell, Buck gave her a small push with his nose on
her bottom.  The audience laughed their approval.

"I guess it's not that one," Barbara said with a good-natured laugh "How about
this one."  Barbara reached for the left shell.  Buck nodded his approval and
the audience concurred.  The left shell did contain the pea.

"Buck is always right, but he gets impatient if you make too many wrong choices
ma'am.  Here we go again around and around.  All right ma'am make your
selection.

Barbara had watched even more intently this time.  Putting her hands on her
knees and bending over to closely watch the shells.  She made a reach for the
right shell and once again Buck gave her nudge in the rear.  This time with a
little more force.  Barbara looked back over her shoulder at the mule with
annoyance.


"Well if it isn't the right shell, maybe it's the left one."  Barbara thought
to herself.

She reached for the left shell and Buck gave her a push hard enough for her to
lose her balance and fall forward on to the barrel.  Obo looked into the crowd
and spotted Terri.  When their eyes met, Terri nodded her head as a signal. 
Obo then acted as if he were assisting Barbara, actually he grabbed the hem of
Barbara's skirt and signaled Buck to take it in his mouth.  Buck needed little
encouragement to tug on the material as a favorite game of his was tug of war. 
He began nodding his head back and forth pulling on the skirt.

Barbara tried to get off the barrel and back onto her feet, but each time she
tried to rise something pulled on her skirt causing her lose her balance and
fall back on the barrel.  She looked back over her shoulder to see the mule
with her skirt in its mouth.

"What's going on!  Get that animal away from me."  Barbara shouted.

Obo replied, "I'll try ma'am I'll try."  Actually Obo was signaling Buck to
keep a grip on Barbara skirt.  The audience thought this bit of slapstick
hilarious.  The spaghetti straps of Barbara's dress were not made to hold up
under this kind of assault.  First the left one broke and the second later the
right one came free.  The top started creeping down revealing Barbara's  white
strapless bra.  Barbara grabbed the top with both hands to try and maintain her
decorum.  Unfortunately with her hands occupied she couldn't maintain her
balance and found herself sliding over the barrel.  Gravity took over and
Barbara started toward the ground.  She let go of her top to catch herself from
falling over the barrel, which effectively allowed her to slide completely out
of her dress.  Buck then took off at a gallop, Barbara's dress in his teeth and
 Barbara sprawled onto the grass.  Standing up quickly she realized her
distress and turned around to look for her clothes.  All she could see was the
rapidly retreating mule with a pastel yellow dress flapping around its head.

The audience was beside itself with laughter.  Hoots and catcalls filled the
air.

"Oh good God not again" Barbara screamed and tried to cover herself with little
success.  She was quite a sight standing there wearing her white strapless bra,
matching panties, white panty hose and heels.  Barbara felt someone grab her
arm.

"Here is where I get even with you, bitch.  I hope you enjoy it" Terri had
grabbed her arm and was pulling her toward the barrel.

"What the think you doing?  Let go of me you cow."  Barbara said as she tried
to get away from Terri.

Comments in the crowd were heard to the effect: "Well here we go again." 
"Don't leave now the real show is about to start."

Terri had a lock on Barbara's lower left arm and was using it to control her.
Terri sat down on the barrel and pulled Barbara over her lap keeping Barbara's
arm behind her back.

"I think there's a little too much coverage here that needs to be removed." 
With that Terri used a sharp fingernail to pierce Barbara's hose.  Then getting
a grip on the fabric Terri ripped the hose opened exposing Barbara's pantied
bottom.

"Terri damnit let me go, let me up."  Barbara said as she struggled helplessly
against Terri's grip.

After opening Barbara's panty hose, Terri grabbed the waistband of Barbara's
panties and began pulling them down.  Barbara fought and kicked but could not
improve her situation.  Her butt was now completely vulnerable to assault.

"Here is where we warm things up."  Terri declared.  With that Terri's right
hand began making swift and sharp contact was Barbara's round derriere.

"Ow, ow, ow, stop it" Barbara protested but Terri was not about to quit. 
Actually Terri proved to be an accomplished barehanded spanker distributing
spanks equally to both cheeks of Barbara's butt and raising the skin tone to a
bright red.

The husbands of the combatants had found each other in the crowd and exchanged
looks of resignation, but took no action to halt the proceedings.  As the
spanking proceeded interesting effects were taking place to both spanker and
the spankee.  Barbara struggled less and less.  She began to feel things in
places other than her butt.  A tingling in her lower belly and a dampness
between her legs manifested itself.

"My God what am I feeling."  Barbara thought.  She stopped struggling
altogether and arched her back pointing her bottom toward the source of her
pain.  Oblivious to the public display she was putting on.

Terri as well was having sensations new and strange to her.  Her right hand
lingered between spanks, sneaking a caress.  She too felt a tightness in her
belly and a wetness between her legs.  Terri's nipples betrayed her feelings as
they came erect.  Terri gave Barbara one last parting spank then quickly and
adroitly slipped a finger between Barbara's legs for a split second finding
unexpected dampness.  Terri then released Barbara's arm and unhooked her bra. 
Peeling it from her, Terri slipped her left hand around Barbara's breast
finding a rock hard nipple. Barbara stood head down, tears flowing.  Terri
coming back to reality stood and walked away.

Terri turned and told Barbara "That makes things even now, little girl."  Terri
then found her husband and left the park.  Mark made his way through the crowd
and put his jacket around Barbara.  They walked out of the park to their car
and went home.

Note to readers: Are things even between Terri and Barbara?  Where does their
rivalry/relationship go from here?  What do you think?

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