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Subject: {ASSM} Teresa Scalia/Poolside Pandemonium (stripping, spanking, humiliation
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Teresa Scalia/ Poolside Pandemonium

Inspired by the athletes they had watched in the Olympic Games, Dominic
Scalia Jr. and Chad Anderson went out for their middle school swim team.
Both boys proved to be adept swimmers that specialized in the freestyle
stroke.  Of course there was friendly competition between the boys.  Both
families faithfully attended swim meets and the competitions were duly
preserved for posterity on videotape.

"Dominic, look at this new camcorder I bought."  Teresa Scalia said.

Dominic looked at the rather sophisticated equipment and shook his head in
dismay.  "Was it necessary to buy a professional quality camera?"

"I haven't been able to get a decent video of Dominic Junior's swimming.  I'
m always stuck on the opposite side of the pool from the lane he's swimming
in.  With this camera, I can get wonderful footage no matter where I'm at.
The school is expecting a large turnout for this last meet and they may
allow spectators on both sides of the pool."

"That's just a walkway along that side"  said Dominic.  "There's not much
room if it gets crowded."

"The walkway will have to do.  I have a Theater Guild board meeting tomorrow
afternoon and I'll just get to the pool in time for DJ's event."

The final swim meet of the year was held at the middle school indoor 50 m
pool.  Grand stand seating was along one side of the pool with the walkway
Dominic had mentioned along the other.  It was indeed a large turnout and
the grand stands were filled to capacity.  It was standing room only for the
remaining space surrounding the pool.  Barbara Anderson was standing near
the starting blocks talking to her son, Dominic Jr., and their coach Kathy
Benson.  It should be noted here that one reason for the large number of
boys on the swim team was their coach.  Kathy was a 22-year-old first-year
teacher, not even a physical education major.  She had done some swimming in
high school and was thrust into the coaching position by an unexpected
vacancy. With light brown hair down to the middle of her back and a figure
that most women dream of, Kathy was popular with her swimmers.  Dressed in a
snug white polo shirt and white shorts, she caught the eye of more than a
few of the fathers.

"Now remember boys, concentrate on your turn.  If you make a good turn you
have a good chance to place well," advised Barbara.

"I'm sure the boys will do well," Kathy said.  "They've both been working
hard for this final meet."

As Kathy and Barbara gave the boys a few more last-minute instructions,
Teresa swept into the pool area.  Fresh from her board meeting, Teresa was
wearing a russet colored dress.  Short-sleeved with a button enclosure from
the mid-calf hem of the flowing skirt to the neckline, the dress had a
simple belt at the waist.  Carrying her new camcorder, Teresa's high heels
clicked on the concrete as she hurried to the starting blocks.

"Trying to gain some advantage for Chad?"  sneered Teresa.

"Mrs. Scalia, Mrs. Anderson is here to help both boys succeed."  countered
Kathy.

"I know more about what Mrs. Anderson may be up to than you would ever know,
honey.  How about it Barbara?"

"Teresa, as usual you have no idea what you talking about."  Barbara said.

The official starter made his call for swimmers to take their positions.

"You can toddle off now Barbie before you get your self into some real
trouble.  You wouldn't want to put on another one of your public exhibitions
now would you?"  Teresa taunted.

 Barbara bristled at that.  "I seem to recall a few "costume malfunctions"
of your own Terri dear.  So if I were you I wouldn't start something I
couldn't finish."

With that, Barbara turned and walked to the grand stands to take her place
for the race.  Wearing a blue knit turtle neck with a pair of jeans that
conformed well to the shape of her hips, Barbara held her head up, thrust
her shoulders back, her chest out and strode across the concrete in her high
heeled boots, those denim clad hips swaying.

Kathy wondered what that exchange was all about?  She had only been in town
since the beginning of the school year and had yet to learn about Teresa and
Barbara's history.

The swimmers took their places on the starting blocks.  Dominic Jr. was in
the end lane next to the walkway.  That area was filled with spectators
shoulder to shoulder.  Teresa pushed her way through the crowd and took a
position 10 feet down the lane from the starting block.  Chad Anderson was
in the lane next to Dominic Jr.

"Swimmers to your mark...  Set...  Bang" The starter's pistol went off.  The
race was a sprint.  Down the pool once, turn and back to the beginning.
Terri had a good vantage point for the start and was intent on operating her
camera.  Both Chad and Dominic were head to head at the turn and leading the
other swimmers.  At the turn Dominic gained a slight advantage.  Cheers and
shouts of encouragement filled the pool area.  Barbara rose to her feet as
the swimmers came down the final length of the race.  Teresa was trying to
improve her position for the video.  She slowly inched forward to the edge
of the pool.  Feeling with her left foot, she leaned out over the water
concentrating on her video composition. As the swimmers came closer, the
excitement grew.  Dominic was about five feet from Teresa when she reached
forward with her foot trying to get closer to the edge.  Unfortunately
Teresa had been paying more attention to the image in her camcorder then to
her location along the pool.  Her left foot encountered nothing more than
air.   With her posture leaning her in that direction, Teresa
unceremoniously tumbled into the pool nearly on top of Dominic Jr.

The boy, intent on his race, pushed his mother below the surface of the
water and out of the way. He touched the finish line just a few seconds
behind Chad Anderson.  Teresa surfaced floundering with her arms to stay
afloat.  She could swim but was hampered by her clothing and her strappy
high heels.  She managed to get a grip on the lane marker rope and steadied
herself.  Of course Teresa's impromptu dive was the source of great
amusement to the spectators.  Kathy Benson sprang into action to assist
Teresa.  Grabbing the long pole kept at poolside for a situation such as
this, she extended the pole towards Teresa.

"Mrs. Scalia, Mrs. Scalia, grab this pole, let me help you" Kathy called
out.

Unfortunately the boisterous spectators were creating too much noise for
Teresa to hear Kathy.  Sensing that Teresa could not hear her and could not
see her as she was facing the opposite direction, Kathy thought the best
action to take would be to try and nudge Teresa and get her attention.  As
she extended pole she aimed for Teresa's shoulder, however she hadn't
considered the weight of the steel pole.  The pole dipped low and went below
the surface of the water.  Kathy tried to compensate, raising the pole and
catching its hooked end on the belt of Teresa's dress.

"Somebody help me out of here!"  Teresa called out.

 Her hair down over her face, her only point of reference was the lane rope.
She felt something at the small of her back.  Before she knew it a force was
trying to pull her away from the security of the rope.  Kathy took a firm
grip on the pole and pulled.  Teresa was stretched at arm's length when her
belt gave way and broke.  The sudden breakage of the belt caught Kathy by
surprise.  She stumbled backward, losing her footing on the wet concrete.
Her back struck the building wall and she slid straight down to the floor on
her fanny with her legs spread -eagle and straight out in front of her.
This brought on more peals of laughter and catcalls from the crowd.

Teresa kept her grip on the rope, but could feel the looseness around her
waist caused by the loss of her belt.  The fabric of her dress was rising to
the surface of the pool.  Kathy, game as ever, got to her feet and made
another attempt with the pole.  Trying once again to get Teresa's attention,
Kathy touched her with the pole at the waist.  Startled by the sensation at
her back, Teresa flinched.  As she flinched the hook snagged her dress.
Kathy, sensing that she had connected somehow, pulled back on the pole.
Once again Teresa felt herself being pulled away from the rope.  As Kathy
hauled on the pole, one by one the buttons of Teresa's dress popped off and
joined the $1500 camcorder at the bottom of the pool.  One lone button
remained just below the waist.  Teresa, of course, had no idea of the
structural damage.

"Mrs. Scalia, grab the pole, let me help you!"  pleaded Kathy.

Teresa finally heard Kathy's pleas and looked behind her.

"Grab the pole Mrs. Scalia."  Kathy instructed.

Teresa turned in the water and took hold of the pole, the end of which was
still entangled in the fabric of her dress.  Slowly Kathy helped her to the
side of the pool.

Barbara left her seat in the grand stands and had made her way to the finish
line to congratulate Chad on his victory.  And of course she was roaring
with laughter at Teresa's predicament.  Unable to resist the temptation,
Barbara headed to the side of the pool for a closer view.

Kathy had gotten Teresa over to the side with Teresa gripping the edge for
support.

"Help me out of here...  NOW!!"  Teresa demanded.

"Yes Mrs. Scalia yes Mrs. Scalia I'm trying."

Kathy shortened her grip on the pole, pulling the hook up to the surface and
Teresa's attached dress with it.  Teresa reached for Kathy's hand while
trying to pull herself out of the pool.  Kathy took hold of Teresa's hand to
assist her.  Teresa had gotten halfway out of the water when Kathy's grip on
Teresa's hand slipped.  Unfortunately for Teresa, Kathy's grasp on the pole
held firm.  Losing Teresa's hand and seeing her begin to slip back into the
pool, Kathy tried to compensate by jerking the pole skyward with both hands.
Needless to say the remaining button of Teresa's dress failed.  Teresa sank
below the surface once again while Kathy stared incredulously at a soaking
wet russet brown dress dangling from the pole.  Barbara stepped up near
Kathy.

"Why Ms. Benson, what ever have you fished out of your pool?"  Barbara
chuckled.

"Oh no!  It's Mrs. Scalia's dress!"  Kathy frantically untangled the dress
from the hook.

Sputtering for air and grasping for the side, Teresa once again surfaced,
looked up at Kathy and screamed "You brat!  Get down here and help me!"

Teresa's vehement command startled Kathy.  She dropped the pole and gave the
dress a toss to her left.  Through purely serendipitous means, the dress
struck Barbara fully in the face and draped over her head.  Kathy grasped
Teresa by both hands and pulled her up over the edge of the pool up to her
waist, face down on the deck.  Teresa then hooked one leg on the side,
climbed completely out and struggled to her feet.  The crowded grand stands
now cheered as they viewed Mrs. Scalia sans outer clothing.

Still in her heels, Teresa was quite a sight standing at poolside in her
lingerie.  That day she had chosen to wear her very sheer beige in color
French silk front closure bra with matching high cut panties.  Her nuage
color thigh high stockings with lace tops rounded out the ensemble.  Still
somewhat dazed from her dunking, Teresa concentrated on pushing her soaked
hair out of her face not realizing her clothing predicament.

Her soaked bra had become nearly transparent and it was evident to those in
attendance that her light brown nipples were testing the boundaries of their
silken cups.  No doubt the chilling effect of water.  Viewed from the rear,
her panties had bunched in between the cheeks of her very shapely derriere.
Viewed from the front, the transparent silk revealed that Teresa maintained
a nicely trimmed bush.  Pushing back the last strand of hair from her face,
Teresa dropped her hands to her sides.  Instead of coming into contact with
the wet fabric of her dress, Teresa felt the lace of her stockings.


"What's what's this?  Where's my dress?!"  Teresa covered her chest with one
arm and attempted to cover her front with the other.  The ever-helpful Kathy
Benson attempted damage control.

"It's right here Mrs. Scalia, let me help you."

Kathy reached over and pulled the dress from over Barbara's head. Barbara
reacted by wiping the water from her face and straightening her mussed hair.
It was more than Teresa could bear, seeing her lost garment in the
possession of Barbara Anderson   Foregoing modesty, Teresa dropped her arms
and stepped over to Barbara.

"I might have known you were up to something you little bitch!"

"You don't know anything Teresa.  It's not always my fault when you lose
your clothes in public."  said Barbara as she flipped wet hair out of her
face.

"Well you've been responsible enough times and I'm not letting you get away
with anything today."

"Teresa you're already at a disadvantage.  You're the one standing here in
front of all these people, soaking wet in your underwear.  And in case you
haven't noticed, I think your showing more than just your bra and panties."

"What does she mean by that?"  Teresa thought.  Taking a quick glance down
at her front, she realized the effect the water had on the fabric of her
bra.  Teresa's nipples, being thoroughly chilled, were at their fully erect
glory and most evident under the clinging silk.  Even more horrifying was
the sight of her pubic area visible through her panties.

"Oh no!"  Teresa crouched low and tried to cover herself as best she could.

Barbara couldn't resist giving Teresa a verbal jab. "A little revealing aren
't they?  Pick them up at Wal-Mart?"

"Why you little bitch, I think it's time you gave them a show too." Teresa
said as she threw decorum to the wind and stood erect.

At this point Kathy stepped between the two antagonists and put both hands
up to separate the women.

"Ladies, ladies please.  This was all a terrible accident.  Let's not have
any more trouble."

"The only one who's going to have any trouble is this little blonde snot."

With that, Teresa shot a quick left-handed slap that surprised Barbara flush
on the cheek.  The slap was so quick Barbara lost her balance and started
teetering over the edge of the pool.  In an effort to save herself from an
unwanted soaking Barbara grabbed Kathy's arm.  Kathy was off-balance herself
and was being pulled into the pool as well.  She grabbed at anything to save
herself.  What she did find with her right hand was the center of Teresa's
bra.  The front closure of that bra was not designed to withstand the force
it was now experiencing.  Teresa's bra ripped open fully exposing her
breasts.  Kathy pulled free of Barbara's grasp in time to save herself from
a dunking.  Barbara was beyond the point of no return and tumbled into the
pool.  Teresa looked at the ruins of her bra and went after Kathy.

"So you're in on it with blondie?  Let's see how you like it!"

"In on what?"  said Kathy.

"You'll see!"  Teresa said as she grabbed Kathy's polo shirt.  Kathy at
first was frozen in place, not believing what was going on around her.  But
when Teresa started to tear her shirt open at the neckline, Kathy defended
herself.  Grabbing Teresa's forearms, Kathy tried to fend off the assault on
her shirt.  Teresa's shattered bra suffered more damage during the struggle
and fell to the floor.  Kathy was making a devoted effort to save her shirt,
but Teresa had started a tear in the V-neck.  Kathy tried to push Teresa
away and had backed her up to the edge of the pool.  Teresa was on a mission
and relentlessly opened the tear in Kathy's shirt.

Barbara had surfaced and was reaching for the side when Teresa made her
move.  Sensing that Kathy had weakened slightly, Teresa tore Kathy's shirt
completely open down the front.  Then Teresa scored the coup de gras.  She
pushed both halves past Kathy's shoulders then pulled them down with all her
might even to the point of dropping to a squat for full effect.   Kathy was
once again frozen in disbelief.  Here she was in front of the parents of her
students displaying herself in a white lace bra.   A nicely filled and
rounded out white lace bra.

"Oh oh Lord, what have you done."  Kathy lamented.

 The crowd, none of whom had left the area not wanting to miss any part of
the show, broke out in spontaneous applause for the new victim. Barbara
looked up from the water and saw Teresa's pantied rear within easy reach.
Seeing that her nemesis was in a vulnerable position, Barbara made a grab
with her right hand and got her fingers through the waistband of Teresa's
panties.  Her left hand followed suit.  First Teresa felt a cold wet
sensation, then a pull.  Shocked, she stood straight up in one motion.
Barbara maintained her hold on the panties.  By standing up, Teresa
effectively removed her own panties.  She felt the waistband skim over her
bottom, the wedgie pull free and slide down her thighs to her ankles.

Teresa in-effectively tried to cover both front and back with her hands.
She tried to turn around to see who had attacked her rear.  Her panties,
tangled around her ankles, tripped her and Teresa fell towards Kathy.
Putting her hands out to break her fall, Teresa grabbed Kathy around her
waist.  Kathy tried to back up.  Teresa hugged Kathy and grabbed the fabric
of her shorts to keep from sliding to the floor.  Only an elastic waistband
held Kathy's workout shorts in place.  Teresa slid to the floor, clinging to
Kathy's shorts and pulling them down with her.

If someone had just walked into the pool area they would have been met with
the sight of Teresa Scalia naked save for her stockings and heels hugging
the ankles of a 22 yr. old schoolteacher that had been reduced to her white
lace bra and white thong.  The loss of her shorts was more than Kathy could
bear.  Kicking her feet free of the shorts, Kathy snatched up Teresa's dress
and tried to cover herself.  She turned tail and ran to the locker room
giving the assemblage a fine view of her well-tanned butt cheeks.  Watching
Kathy depart, Teresa rose to her hands and knees.

From the crowd, some comedian called out "Wahooo!!  Doggy style!!"  This
drew a hearty laugh from the assemblage.

 Barbara had pulled herself half way out of the pool raised her head and
said "Doggy style only for real bitches."

Teresa, hearing Barbara's insult responded, "You're going to find out who
the real bitch is."  Barbara was still pulling herself out of water.  Her
torso flat on the concrete while she tried to get one leg up on the deck.
Seeing that Barbara was now vulnerable, Teresa grabbed Barbara's turtleneck
at the waist and began pulling it over her head.  Barbara was in a spot.  If
she slid back into the water, her turtleneck would certainly come off.  But
now, not being able to see, if she went forward, she'd move into the hands
of her enemy.  Barbara flailed with her arms while staying flat on the
concrete, trying to prevent Teresa from creating more mischief.

Teresa had the soaked turtleneck completely over the back of Barbara's head,
but could go further with Barbara pressing herself to the deck.  Teresa
relinquished her hold on the turtleneck with her right hand and grabbed the
belt on Barbara's jeans.  Giving a mighty pull, Teresa pulled Barbara out of
the pool sliding her over the wet concrete.  Barbara got herself into a
sitting position.  Teresa then went back to work on the turtleneck pulling
it up over her chest completely blinding her.  Teresa then got hold of both
sleeves pulling them over Barbara's hands.  Taking the sleeves, Teresa
knotted them together handcuffing Barbara.  Again using the belt of Barbara'
s jeans as an implement, Teresa rose to her feet pulling Barbara up to a
standing position.

"Now Barbie its showtime for you!"

From under the wet turtle neck Barbara shouted her protests.  "Teresa, you
leave me alone, God damnit".

Somewhat surprisingly Teresa didn't attack Barbara's exposed navy blue bra.
With Barbara's arms secured over her head, Teresa kept control with her
left-hand gripping the back of Barbara's bra.  Teresa's right hand then went
to work on Barbara's jeans.  Barbara felt a pull on her belt as Teresa
opened it.  Realizing what Teresa was trying to do, Barbara attempted to
pull way but was held in place by her bra.  Pulling the belt free with a
flourish and tossing it into the pool Teresa worked on the button closure.
Showing amazing dexterity, Teresa opened the button with just her right
hand.  When Barbara felt the button of her jeans open, her struggling
increased making it difficult for Teresa to find the tab of the zipper.
Teresa made several grabs at the tab keeping her hand planted to the front
of Barbara's jeans.  To the casual onlooker, it looked as though Teresa was
intentionally rubbing Barbara's crotch.  Persistence paid off as the zipper
tab was found.  Teresa yanked it to the open position revealing the navy
blue front of Barbara's panties.

Barbara continued to struggle knowing full well what was coming next.
Barbara's jeans were tight even before she took her dunking in the pool.
The soaked denim clung to her hips as Teresa tried to pull the jeans down.
Seeing that she wasn't going to accomplish her task with one hand, Teresa
let go of Barbara's bra and pulled on her jeans with both hands.  Barbara
felt Teresa release her bra, but failed to take advantage of that small
window of opportunity.  She basically stood stock still for time it took
Teresa to lower her jeans.  As Teresa lowered the jeans it became evident
Barbara was wearing a thong that day.  Because the jeans were so tight the
thong was being lowered with them.  Teresa paused momentarily when she had
reached the point just at the swell of Barbara's derriere.

Grasping the waistband, Teresa pulled the thong back into its original
position.  Evidently she had a plan.  Teresa then pulled the jeans the rest
of the way down to the tops of Barbara's boots.  Barbara now stood in front
of the grandstand crowd soaking wet, her head covered and arms constrained
by her displaced turtleneck, displaying her navy blue bra and navy blue
thong.  Barbara feeling her exposure tried to move, but the crumbled jeans
at her ankles stopped her.

"Let's see now, top or bottom first?  Which shall it be?"  Teresa pondered,
"Oh Oh, let's start with the bra."

Instead of releasing the hooks in back, Teresa reached both hands from
behind Barbara and deftly placed her fingers inside the top of the bra cups.
Perhaps Teresa realized she couldn't fully expose Barbara by merely
unhooking the closure.  Pulling the cups out and to the side, Teresa
stretched the bra exposing Barbara's breasts.  Teresa pushed the cups under
Barbara's boobs giving her the effect of a push up bra.  Barbara's pink
nipples were reacting to both the cold water soaking and the subtle brush of
Teresa's fingers.  Her areola shrank and the rosy tips of her nipples
wrinkled and became hard.  Barbara's struggles had diminished and now
realizing her fate she stopped completely.  Teresa slid her hands down
Barbara's sides and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Barbara's thong.

"Now Barbie everyone gets a look at all your goodies."

Since Barbara had stopped struggling, Teresa slowly lowered the waistband.
Moving the thong down to the border of Barbara's pubic hair, Teresa lingered
for a tantalizing moment.  A few blond hairs peaked from under the front
panel.

From the crowd "Come on finish the job."

Teresa then squatted behind Barbara and pulled the waistband down under the
cheeks of Barbara's butt, keeping the front area covered.

"Oh Barbara you know I've had the pleasure of paddling this fine tush of
yours on a few occasions.  And it looks like this is going to be another
one."

With that, Teresa slipped Barbara's thong down to meet her jeans around her
ankles.  Again cheers roared from the crowd.  Teresa rose to her feet and
untied the knotted sleeves of Barbara's turtleneck.  She then yanked it over
her Barbara's head.  Teresa grabbed Barbara's hair with her left hand and
forced her to bend at the waist. Teresa's right hand rested on the small of
Barbara's back.  Barbara's reaction was to snap her head up and arch her
back giving the spectators a good view of some untanned areas of her
derriere.   What a spectacle!  Two of the community's leading soccer moms
standing at pool side in a state of extreme clothing distress.  Teresa
Scalia clad only in stockings and high heels with her panties down at her
ankles.  Barbara Anderson, boobs pushed out over her bra and her jeans and
thong piled at her boot tops.

Teresa raised her right hand to administer some punishment to Barbara's up
turned derriere.  Barbara grabbed Teresa's wrist with both hands trying to
relieve the pressure on her hair when both heard rapid footsteps in their
direction.

"What is the meaning of this!  You will stop this at once!"

Teresa and Barbara both looked at the speaker.  It was Miss Abercrombie,
principal of the school.  A lifelong educator and firm believer in
discipline, Miss Abercrombie was from the old school and tolerated no guff.
In her late '60s, she thought she had seen it all, but today topped
everything.

"Why I've never seen such as shameful exhibition.  Let go of that woman."

Teresa responded "I'm not finished yet so mind your own business, hag."

"Teresa you bitch let go of my hair."  Barbara yelled hoping that the
cavalry had finally come to rescue her.

"Bitch?  Hag?  Well we'll see about that!"  Miss Abercrombie said.

Grabbing Teresa by the ear, Miss Abercrombie commanded, "Release that woman
immediately."

"Ow my ear, stop hurting me you old bat!"  Teresa screamed.

Teresa relinquished her hold on Barbara's hair, but was still held by Miss
Abercrombie's ear maneuver.  Barbara straightened up and took assessment of
her exposure.

"Look what you did to me, you Italian slut."  Barbara then bent to reach for
her thong and jeans.

"What kind of language is that!"  Miss Abercrombie asked.  "Why you're no
better than she."  Before Barbara good get a handle on her displaced thong
and jeans, Miss Abercrombie took hold of Barbara's ear and snapped her to
attention.

"Ow God damnit!"  Barbara protested.

"I think it's time both of you to come with me for some intense counseling
on proper public behavior."  With that Miss Abercrombie paraded the two
disgraced women around the edge of the pool and directly in front grand
stands.  Moving at a swift pace, Teresa and Barbara had to shuffle their
feet rapidly to keep up.  After all their legs were encumbered with panties,
thongs, and jeans gathered at their ankles.  The crowd was entertained by
the effect their shuffling gait had on unsupported boobs and bare bottoms.
As the unlikely trio exited through the locker room door, a standing ovation
erupted.  The school had never seen a swim meet such as this and wasn't
likely to again.

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