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From: jdier51@aol.com (JDier51)
Subject: {ASSM} Teresa Scalia Strikes Back! (nc,stripping,spanking)
Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 04:10:03 -0400
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Some time had passed since the events at the community theater.  (Read the Tale
of Mrs. Teresa Scalia)  Summer had arrived and the weather had warmed.  Both
Barbara Anderson's and Terri Scalia's sons were on the town's Little League
team.  Both mothers attended the games, but kept a diplomatic distance from
each other.  On the surface, things appeared to be calm.  In fact, the comment
in town was the best thing for Terri's disposition was her having been disrobed
in public.  Terri, however, was biding her time and waiting for the right
opportunity to cause Barbara some humiliation.

On this particular Saturday afternoon the Little League team had a crucial game
against a neighboring town.  The stands were filled with cheering parents and
onlookers.  Terri had come to the game by herself.  She found a seat in the
front row of the stands and was cheering on her son's team.  Barbara was not
present for the start of the game.  Her husband had insisted she find
employment to occupy her time.  She had gotten her real estate license and had
a showing that afternoon.

          The game was in the late innings when Barbara arrived.  Seeing that
the stands
          were full she stepped through the gate of the dugout and stood inside
the chain link fence not realizing she was standing directly in front of Terri
and blocking her view.

"That stupid cow," Terri thought, "she's right in my way.  I bet she did that
on
purpose."

The weather that day was pleasant, but somewhat blustery.  Barbara, having had
a real estate showing that afternoon, was dressed somewhat less casually in a
light, calf-length skirt and blouse.  The winds were swirling around the dugout
and occasionally catching the skirt in an up draft and giving the baseball
fans, at least the males, a bit of a leg show.  Terri couldn't help but notice
Barbara's skirt flipping in the breeze.

"I can't believe she doesn't notice what her skirt is doing.  Goody two shoes
is showing the goods to everyone."

 Barbara wasn't paying attention; she was too involved in watching the game to
notice.  Each gust of wind pushed the skirt higher showing more of Barbara's
tanned legs and just a tease of her tush.  One gust sent Barbara's skirt higher
than ever.  While coming back down, the skirt material snagged on the twisted
wire ties at the top of the fence.  This gave the bleacher crowd a real show. 
Because the weather had been so warm, Barbara had worn her skimpiest thong. 
What her husband referred to as butt-floss underwear.

"Oh good Lord this is great," Terri barely contained, "What could I do to help
things along?"

Bill Wilson and his wife Rhonda, who were sitting four rows up behind Terri,
noticed Barbara's exposure.

"Oh Bill, I'm going down there to help her" Rhonda told Bill.

"Rhonda you stay right here and we'll let this situation play out as God
intended."

Terri stood up and nonchalantly stepped in behind Barbara.  Trying to make it
look like she was striving for a better view of the game, Terri grabbed the
fabric of Barbara's skirt and pushed it down over the sharp top of the wire
ties firmly securing it.

Terri returned her seat to await the start of the show.  Barbara, still unaware
of her predicament was immersed in the game.  She would cheer, take a half step
forward, step back, and jump, all the time her skirt was impaled on the fence. 
The men were enjoying Barbara's tanned legs and the tan lines of her butt. 
Some hack in the audience shouted "Down in front".  Barbara, looking over her
shoulder, immediately squatted giving the spectators even more of a show. 
Barbara noticed Terri sitting directly behind her.

Barbara was thinking, "What's she doing sitting right behind me?  And what's so
funny?  Everyone's laughing".

Terri could barely contain herself; Barbara's butt was completely exposed for
all to see.  With little more than a piece of thread running between her
cheeks.

The game was in the final inning, down to the last out.  Chad Anderson,
Barbara's son, made the final pitch to win the game.  Barbara jumped up with
joy and started to run out to the mound to congratulate her son.  As she
stepped forward her skirt was split by the wire from nearly the waistband to
the hem.  Barbara quickly spun around at the ripping sound.  Her hands raced to
her backside to investigate the damage.  Instead of finding the fabric of her
skirt her fingers found bare skin.

People in the stands were having a good laugh at Barbara's expense.  Terri was
beside her self with laughter.  The ball players out on the diamond were
getting a show as well.

"Hey Mrs. Anderson, nice butt!"  shouted Dominic Scalia Jr.

Barbara was struggling to pull her skirt together to cover her exposure.  While
twisting around to cover herself she stepped on the hem tangling her heel and
tripping herself.  Barbara fell flat on her back, legs flying into the air,
skirt flipping up over her face.

Not one to let an opportunity like this escape her, Terri walked out onto the
field to offer Barbara some "assistance".

"Oh my goodness Barbara dear, what has happened?"  Terri offered, "Here let me
help you".

With her skirt up over her face and somewhat bewildered from falling, Barbara
didn't recognize the voice offering help.  She grasped the hand she felt
pulling her to her feet.

Terri held Barbara's hands and pulled Barbara to her feet.  Terri also planted
a firm foot on Barbara's skirt pinning it to the ground.  The laws of physics
being what they are, Barbara was separated completely from her skirt.

"Mrs. Anderson really!  Are you trying to set a new style?"  mocked Terri.

"What are you talking about?  Let go of me."  Barbara pulled her hands away
from Terri and then looked down toward her feet and saw in this order: her
skirt laying in a pile on the ground, her bare legs, and the small patch of
white fabric that amounted to her panties.

"What?!!!"  Barbara scrambled to gather her skirt while Terri stood over her
laughing heartily.

"You know, you shouldn't show yourself to these young boys like this.  See
there are no more exhibitions of this nature.  You really should be ashamed." 
Terri walked off the diamond, chest out, hips swaying, feeling very smug.
The laughing, jeering crowd that had gathered around the two women parted like
the Red Sea when Terri walked through.


Barbara wrapped the remains of her skirt around her waist, then patted the
infield dust from her self.  Rhonda Wilson pushed through crowd up to Barbara.

"Barbara are you all right?"  asked Rhonda.

"Nothing bruised but my dignity and there's damn little of that left" Barbara
replied,." Which way did that bitch go?"

Someone from the crowd yelled "She's over at the concession stand."

Barbara didn't reply, she resolutely began walking toward the stand.  The crowd
following behind her knowing the show was far from over.

Terri was indeed at the concession stand.  She had decided to treat herself to
ice cream in celebration of her victory.  Leaning forward with her elbows on
the counter and bent at the waist, Terri was making her selection.  Hearing the
footsteps and murmurings of the crowd, Terri glanced over her left shoulder
just in time to see Barbara right behind her.  Pinning Terri to the counter
with one arm, Barbara reached above her head and pulled down the steel mesh
screen that closed the stand when not open for business.  Then Barbara grabbed
a baseball bat that was lying on the ground in front of the counter and used it
to jam the screen in position preventing Terri from escaping.  Terri's arms
were extended forward, her boobs pressed against he stainless steel counter.
The screen held her across the small of her back with her shapely butt pointing
toward the crowd.

"What are you doing?  Let me up!  Damnit Barbara let me up!"  Terri shouted.

"Oh no darling, we have quite crowd gathered and they want a show."  Barbara
said as she patted Terri on her bottom.  "Ladies and gentlemen please gather
round Mrs. Scalia is about to have her best asset revealed once again."

While addressing the crowd, Barbara was walking back and forth behind Terri
with one hand on Terri's bottom stroking it lightly on top of her denim skirt
as if calming a skittish horse.  And avoiding Terri's attempt to kick her.

"Okay folks let's see what we're dealing with here."  Barbara announced.

Terri's denim skirt was a wrap around style held by a tie at the waist. 
Barbara found the tie and slowly pulled one end.

"Don't you dare Barbara, don't you dare!"  Terri said while struggling against
her confinement.

Barbara pulled the ties and loosened the skirt at the waist.  She unwrapped the
skirt but didn't pulling away immediately.  With a dancer's flair, Barbara used
the cape as a matador, teasing the crowd but not letting them see anything.

Finally Barbara asked the crowd, "Are you ready?"  The crowd responded with a
roar.

"I said, are you ready?"  Barbara asked.  The crowd responded with an even
louder cheer.

"Well then, here it is!"  With a flourish, Barbara whipped the skirt from Terri
and into the air exposing that famous butt nicely encased in French cut white
lace panties.

"Oh God no not again.  I've got to get out here."  Terri thought to herself.

"Isn't this just a lovely ass" Barbara said as she slid her hand over Terri's
cheeks, "so round, so firm, so fully packed!"  At the word "packed", Barbara
brought her hand down hard on Terri's derriere.

"Oh oh oh oh I'm going to get you for this" screamed Terri. 

"And so nicely packaged in these panties.  But I think there's a little too
much coverage."  Barbara turn to the crowd, "Don't you think?"

Barbara had one hand on each of Terri's cheeks sensuously caressing them. 
Moving her hands towards Terri's back Barbara slipped a couple fingers inside
the waistband of Terri's panties.  With a pace that could be described as
diabolically slow, Barbara inched the panties down. Terri screamed her
protests, but to no avail.  The panties were now gathered just below the
terminus of her butt where derriere meets thigh.

Terri knowing full well was about to happen was searching the concession stand
for a friendly face.  She spotted Rhonda Wilson walk in.

"Rhonda, Rhonda come here please."  Rhonda walked up to Terri.  "You've got to
help me get out of here before that Anderson bitch really hurts me."

"Okay Terri okay, stay right there I'll be right back."  Rhonda said.

"Stay right there? Where am I going to go?  Help me get out of here!"  Terri
begged.

"I'll be right back, stay right there."  Rhonda walked over to the utensils
behind the grill, picked up something and headed back out the door.

"This certainly is a fine looking bottom, but the skin tone is a little pale. 
I think a rich shade of pink is in order."  Barbara announced.

As Barbara raised her hand to commence the spanking Rhonda slipped something
into her hand.  It was a steel spatula used for frying burgers.

"Why thank you Rhonda, what a novel use for this utensil."

If there had been a brass band available, now would be the time for a
performance of the "Anvil Chorus".  Barbara swung the spatula with a vengeance
and it gave a metallic ring with every stroke.  Terri's bottom was soon
glowing.  Rhonda observed for a few strokes and then went back inside the
concession stand.

"Rhonda, ow, Rhonda, ow help me please ow ow!" Terri begged between spanks.

"All right here let's get your shirt out from under the screen that's what's
holding you in."  Rhonda explained.

Rhonda grabbed Terri's shirt and started pulling it over her head.

"Rhonda, ow, don't do that, ow, leave my shirt alone."  Terri begged.

Rhonda had the shirt pulled up to Terri's bra.  Getting a new grip, Rhonda
pulled hard and the shirt came off over Terri's head.  Terri propped herself up
on her elbows and screamed at Rhonda, "Damnit why did you do that?  Ow, ow."

By this time Terri's butt had gone beyond a shade of pink to flaming red. 
Barbara looked through the screen at Rhonda.  Rhonda nodded her head as a
signal.  Barbara then removed the baseball bat jamming the screen and raised
it.  When Barbara began raising the screen, Rhonda unhooked Terri's bra.  Terri
felt herself released and stood straight up.  As she rose, Rhonda slipped the
straps off Terri's shoulders and pulled the bra off.  On the other side of the
counter, Barbara pulled Terri's panties down her legs and over her feet and
ended up throwing them onto the roof. 

Terri couldn't decide what to do first, cover her boobs with her hands, caress
her abused ass, or try to conceal her exposed bush.  Applause erupted from the
crowd along with cheers and much laughter.

"That's for threatening to sabotage Bill's business loan you bitch."  Rhonda
said with righteous venom.

Barbara  grabbed Terri turning her face-to-face.  "This is just a sample. 
Don't bother my friends, my family, or myself ever again."
 
Terri, in defeat, turned to beat a hasty retreat to the ladies room, but before
she could Barbara gave her one lasting impression.  With all the force she
could muster, Barbara handed Terri one last spank with a bare hand.  As Terri
hurried off a very visual image of handprint was rising on her right butt
cheek.

A lasting impression indeed.

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