Chapter 1

Decades had passed, but I had not forgot what they did me at back in our college sorority days in the sorority Elizabeth and her mean minions along with belonged to AZD. But, time goes by and you tend to tell yourself it doesn’t hurt as much now or so you tell yourself. Time moves on and went by ever so more quickly as we reach our thirties. Our thoughts turned to serious relationships, starting a family and making it all respectable with a wedding.

Our butts, regardless of the gym work outs and spinning classes saved what was left of our butts from our twenties. Our asses still put butts in the seats, so to speak, but it was a tough job to keep it. Rounder, bigger and that meant if we weren’t careful and failed to turn around in a full-length mirror meant they could see your panties! Truly a fashion faux pas on any given day, but too have such a visible line on your bridal day could blemish and stain a great wedding memory forever.

And, there you have it, my end for revenge in such a clever way that the queen bride to be bitch and her mean minions would never see it coming as we all prepared for her special day. It was to be her joy-filled picture-perfect day, behind my back Elizabeth asked my husband to have her wedding on Halloween Weekend in our closed for remodeling fun house. It was just like the condo visit snub when her stuck up butt was too good to see and talk to me at Tar River.

To this day every time I see a bright red apple on display in the Winn Dixie, I cringe, tremble and my asshole sucks in tight in self-empathy for what happened that fateful Halloween night in the sorority house basement. What if I told my hubbie that’s why I had pitched a fit, haplessly hoping it would stop him from my upcoming spanking? I wondered, for a moment.

Fat chance, I had just defied my hubbies wishes and I knew was in deep shit with my man. I could have told him how Elizabeth screwed me with a strap on dildo and tore my butt hole asunder, but at this point I was more interested in tamping down his anger at my open disobedience, It really wasn’t one of my best Stepford Wife good behavior moments. I wonder if Elizabeth would have pushed, so hard to have her wedding in the fun house, if she knew I was going to get a blistering, very hard and cherry red spanking for balking about hosting it. My corporal punishment done, I would host the big event, but unlike last time I would not go quietly in the night. The sorority monsters of my past were about to meet the new monster of the midway!

And, so I met for lunch with Elizabeth and agreed to her wishes. I must admit I barely hung onto my sanity when she asked me if I held a grudge,

Forgive and forget, like Hell I would. No grudges as she said. How she said it as you reached out and hugged me.

“I hold no grudges. Do you still hold a grudge?” Elizabeth said.

I hugged her back and even patted her butt as affectionately which females were known to do these days without judgment. I smiled and grinned at her with a sweet as pie look, like I had just sucked a fudge stick. She always had smaller thighs than me.

“Damn right, I held a grudge,” I muttered under my breath, not loud enough for her to overhear.

Much to my surprise Elizabeth told me she was getting married near Halloween and wanted me to be her maid of honor.

Too say I was surprised doesn’t cover it. Shit this was girl, who picked, tormented and, coached and led others in the popular girl crowd. So, I guess you could best say I was flabbergasted to be asked by Elizabeth. She always been the perfect bitch to me and her actions I had allowed to have the ability to hurt me and leave me in tears.

Then, I got it. She asked if my husband would let his buddy a National Guard F-17 Pilot. They had gone to flight school together in the Air Force.

My hubbie is generous to a fault, be doesn’t cotton me ever using the word, ‘no.’ We had enthusiastically ventured out on a second honeymoon in an attempt to turn up the heat in the relationship and re-ignite the passion we once had experienced earlier in our married life. They had been married almost five years now and the bloom was off the roses. It was not that I didn’t look quite attractive in my mid-thirties way still with my under-sized bosom, but my high-cheeked bottom made up for lacking real head lights up front...

I made certain he had a good view of my “Hello, Kitty” pink cotton panties and her bottom at every opportunity. They were tight enough to show her crack and the delineation between the cheeks. I walked around the room in an innocent manner for him to gain the best view as she romped on their bed like a high-spirited thirteen year old.

Still, I knew I went rogue when I put my hands between my knees and stuck my suggestive ass up high and pretended to be mad and hid my face in two of the over-sized comfortable soft down pillows.

If I was mad at all it was at me for failing to relate the unspeakable heinous act staring my anus which became my reality. But, I was on vacation with my husband and he was calling me his ‘best girl.’ We were on a wonderful vacation at the Magic Kingdom. I remember the magnificent castle in front of us as we walked down Main Street. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The log flume-like canoe I paddled was a fun ride and easily became my favorite part of the park. However, it left me soaking wet from the constant spray of water. I managed to get dirty and disobeyed my big sister, Elizabeth’s instructions I roomed with at college at the dorm. I was, so happy to be with Elizabeth Newman pom-pom and business/marketing girl. I was never to borrow her clothes without asking and took her white jean mini skirt and to wear around the park on the rides.

I knew the skirt would bring out my best feature, my ass, and every teenage boy in the park would be looking at it. What more could a teenage girl want than to be admired by the boys, the more the better.

Elizabeth had other arrangements that day and did not accompany us to the park. My House Mother didn’t say a word about me wearing my big sister’s skirt. Guess house mom assumed I asked Elizabeth for permission.

Somehow I managed to get the skirt seat a dirty brown after riding the log flume again. As soon as I noticed the stain I went back to the hotel room to fix her white jean skirt before she discovered I messed up. I rode the monorail to our hotel with the canyon that ran through the futuristic hotel.