Chapter 4

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Recap: Each had been displayed for the ‘fun house’ tram tour in the past, but still near Halloween charity event. All thought the botchy red bottoms and red striped asses. It had been a striking success. So, that was the bottom line what happened blow by blow. Up to now that is. And, speaking of ‘blow’ those fart holes were about to pucker up and accept this fucker!

Remember, dear readers, Elizabeth did to me with her maidens watching and holding me in position to anally violated while yet another spread my cheeks to give my big sister a clear shot at sticking her dildo strapped around her hour glass shaped waist, right up my pink brown trembling asshole pucker in one powerful painful swoop! I admit it I nearly pooped myself. However, I did manage to humiliate myself by farting when the extra- long thick plastic dildo went in so deep it hit shit and Elizabeth’s soft tummy was plastered to my ass. And, they all laughed at me, when I farted. They teased me mercilessly and threatened to put in a butt plug to shut my squeaky editorial hole.

Hi, to all. Kenzie Ann, here or back in school, Barbara Ann. Jones, that is the soon to be Mrs. Jones still owed me along with her minions an anal punishment on the magnitude of mine. That was fine with them; guilt has a way doing that to a girl of any age. The plan was in place. One thing was clear, Kenzie had it in for Jenny as well as Laura Ann, after dealing with the bride to be, Elizabeth.

All involved had culpability made the special themed ride would go to help boys and girls club get playground equipment. It was meant to be a magical further moment for all those who had dared to be a willing participant in the entering of my anus. “This was heinous!” In Kenzie’s mind the credit for the despicable act benefited her ‘meanie’ minions in many ways by sticking with Elizabeth. Newman College’s Pom-Pom Girl appeared in reality, the take away was, no shit, sticking it to me! It was they who held me down and thus allowed the heinous attack to happen to my defenseless anus.

The original idea according to the plans was to have the local Belk, Brody’s and Macy’s stores supply old mannequins with themed clothes for riders to view from their trams in the horror house. JC Penney’s would provide see-through colorful bras and panties with lace trim for underclothes that would clearly show viewers the painted on apple re bottoms.

After the trams floats through the doors into the house, the riders would view the scenes of red painted rears in images scary to a naughty girl’s bottom of any age. Trams often bumped into one another, no big deal for most of the riders. However, every time the trams collided, the jolt sent a bolt of electricity to each of the mannequins and they would wiggle their bright red bottoms.

The manager of the fun house, Kenzie was still hot on the ‘revenge’ idea and had produced a variety of convincing punishment to physically address aggression still an open can of emotions. Now, all the planning, engineering was over and implementation was at hand.

Bad things were supposed to happen in the House Of Terror and that’s what the tram riders expected. However, the local ride manager wondered what if fake cries and tears could be replaced with ‘live’ spanked bottoms and real feminine tears? Then a more fitting name of the fun house would be in truth, A House Of Tears.

All the brides’ maids at present were being supervised by me. Kenzie Ann, that’s me, was strict with the minions and wanted revenge times three. My bottom was well-acquainted with the spankings intimately and knew their effectiveness in correcting poor choices. Now, I was the one in charge and I did not hesitate to give spankings even though all the girls were at least nineteen years of age

The three girls knew they should not have tried jumping me and anally assault me in the line of amusement in the sorority house basement. This was the same basement which now made up the scariest part of the ‘fun house.’

If caught, Kenzie would be informed and she would make sure their bare bottoms paid a price. The trio of bride girls had heard the tales of how Stephanie, another bride girl, had sobbed after her bottom had been bared. Knowing what awaited them if their sorority hazing gone bad ever saw daylight, the sisters of AZD and former color guard squad members still were reluctant to proceed with letting Kenzie paddle them and more! So, away from the queen bee the minions lost their nerve and ran in two different directions to confuse and confound the young woman avenger who had design on their designer dressed bottoms.

Laura ran down the ivy-covered walls of a rear alley, while Laura fled past the Thomas Muffin Shoppe and disappeared into the crowd. Jenny ran through the wax museum past the mob girl standing with Al Capone with a fat cigar in his plump fingers as she accomplished her escape. Laura wasn’t as lucky, as the ivy strung brick wall went around in a circle back to the front of the ride. A hand clamped her wrist with a grip of steel and the unlucky bride girl was caught.

“I think you and I should have a talk.” The manager said in an authoritative voice. “Why, I didn’t do anything. I demand you let me go this instant!” Laura whined with a tinge of fear in her voice. “You mean the House Of Fears,” Laura Ann in sarcasm corrected Kenzie. “True, but in the case of you and your friends, house of rears seem more accurate.” “Who were the other girls with you and how can I find them?” the pretty ride manager interrogated the scared college girl. “I will never tell.”

“Let’s see if we can loosen your tongue. You have a choice to make. Either you take this from me or I will report you to your dorm advisor and you will be banned from any college activity this year.” Laura crinkled her nose before voicing her displeasure with her two choices. “That really stinks! I do not want the dorm advisor knowing so I will take whatever you have.”

The brown-haired college girl who had recently turned nineteen stood in shock as she was bent over the ivy wall out of the public’s eye. Laura felt a cool rush of air tingle her barely covered bottom. She had worn nothing except pantyhose underneath to keep from her fatter butt having a noticeable visible panty line. The ride manger knew she was using the most elementary form of getting information she wanted. Pummel the rump of the one who appeared to be the ‘weak link. However,, the house ride manager had more in mind then just paddling Laura’s behind. She would pummel Laura until she gave up her naughty cohorts and where they were to meet.

It is based on choices and a haunted tram ride with spankings inside the fun house. The young manager was quite the minx. She only needed one girl from the strict college to provide access to all the cute bottoms she had seen scamper off in separate directions during their escape.

Laura was a little on the chubby side with more than ample flesh in her back quarters, her bottom had a rounded shape that fit the round paddle. in a pleasing manner.

The avenger wasted no time as she started to paddle the former bride girl from the down east college. It was an educational institution which had a habit of looking the other way when it came to Kenzie Ann giving out spankings. The paddle was all that mattered at the moment as the manager lit up the rear seat of her pantyhose and there was a red shine visible through the nylon seat. She devastatingly worked up and down each tender cheek with the round wooden paddle.

“No more, please, it burns. I’m already burning up!” Laura whined and begged, but nothing stopped that paddle from continuing to whack her nearly bare rear.

Soon Laura’s tail got hot enough and she started wagging in pain like a red tailed brides maid. They had all been naughty cohorts and they would find they didn’t like something big up their behinds either. Janice her friend knew if she didn’t behave she would be paddled in school. It had happened at the Tomorrow Café eating outside when she was necking and got a paddling that caused her to hit knew octaves.

Leaving Laura tied to the wall; she approached the two girls sitting exactly where Laura had said they would be. The minx had expected a challenge from the brides maids. Now all together the bride and her two bride maids argued for a short time, but soon realized protests were futile and that I was intransigent.

“You both have the same choice I gave your friend Laura. You can either submit to whatever punishment I deem fit, or I will be telling my heinous anal violated story and you all will find yourselves banned from college activities in the future. You realize if any one of the three of you to refuse to cooperate with me, it will affect all three of you whether two of you choose to cooperate or not.