Abi couldn't wait for the Vegas trip. It was going to be the first time she had been across the Atlantic and already she was feeling more grown up than ever. Whenever she was back from uni for the weekend, she made sure that she was invited to go out with her sister and her friends. Although they were eight to ten years older than her, they all welcomed her into their little group and always made her feel like she'd always been a part of their little circle. In a way, she had. She had grown up knowing them. For her 18th birthday, they were all there and they were always so open and friendly with her embracing the fact that she was their good friend's little sister.

Abi had got quite close to Chloe over the past year. She found her to be a friendly aunt type that she could easily talk to, especially about guys in her life and her so-called love life. With her beautiful striking looks, her piercing blue eyes, her long blonde hair (a complete contrast to her sister's very dark locks) and curvy figure (taking after her mum, large up top with a slim waist and svelte legs), Abi seemed very unlucky in love. Every relationship she had didn't last long. At first she though it was because she was too eager to please and jump into bed, but Chloe listened to her and advised her about what teenage boys were really like . 'You need to find a man!' Chloe laughed ironically, her single status was a frequent joked about by the other girls, especially as she the oldest in the group.

It was a couple of weeks before the holiday to Vegas and the girls had met up for a few drinks in a bar in town. Abi was back from uni and excited to see everyone. As usual, there was a lot of merriment and a lot was drunk. The girls excitedly talked about the trip to Vegas. Abi in particular, she couldn't wait to have an actual 'grown-ups' holiday.

'Come on, are we going elsewhere?' Kym asked having tipped the last dregs of cold gin and tonic from her glass in down her throat. 'Someone promised me somewhere a little bit livelier!'

'And with men!' Sophie giggled, finishing her drink off.

'Come on then,' Elise had already finished her drink and was ready to go. She grabbed Sophie and Kym and pulled them up.

'We're coming!' Sophie and Kym said in unison as Elise pulled them up.

'Are we off?' Kirsty appeared from behind Elise, gently wrapping her arm around Elise's slim waist, her hand on Elise's hip.

'We're off to find some men Apparently.' Elise laughed, looking down at Kirsty, whose head was nearly on Elise's bare shoulder.

'Where to?' Kirsty asked.

'The Liz?' Kym suggested.

'Oh no! Not there! They serve substandard gin! Nobody goes in there' Abi chipped in.

'But someone has the 'ots for the barman!' Chloe laughed.

'Liz it is!' Sophie laughed, dragging Kym by the hand, Kym's face starting to go red with embarrassment.

'Come on.' Chloe gave Abi her hand and helped her to climb out of the comfortable chair Abi was residing in. Abi took her hand and lifted herself out of the deep chair. Chloe walked next to Abi once they walked out of the door, their shoulders nearly touching and their conversation quite discrete.

Chloe smiled at Abi. 'Are you excited about ze holiday? Hey? Vegas baby!' she giggled.

'I can't wait. I can't believe we've been planning this for so long!' Abi giggled along with Chloe.

'I know!' Chloe replied, she slipped her arm under Abi's as she walked so that they were linked and closer together. 'How are zings going with that lad, Craig?'

'Don't ask. I'm not speak to him. You were right. He's a bit of a tosser!' Abi laughed, her bright big blue sparkled.

'Ha! I did tell you!' Chloe laughed. 'You know in Vegas' Chloe started.

'Is it going to be as bad as Spain? Kym has never told me what happened, but Elise and Kirsty were drunk and telling me how they got together that holiday'

'Oh yes. I remember!' Chloe giggled. 'But we're not allowed to say anything about that holiday. What 'appened in Spain'

'Stays in Spain! I know. I don't even ask any more .' Abi laughed, her hips swaggering and bum swaying as she walked in her high heels and fitted dress in the warm evening twilight.

'And of course, whatever 'appens in Vegas stays in Vegas.' Chloe continued.

'Why, what do you expect to happen?' Abi asked. She wasn't nae, but was actually subtly digging as to what Elise had been plotting.

Chloe smiled. 'I don't know. But just to say, if you met someone, for instance. Or something happened. I just want you to know zat you don't have to do anything to impress us or keep up with us. You just have fun! I know I'm not your mother, I just want to look out for you.' Chloe stoked Abi's loose long blonde hair behind her ear and smiled.

'I hope you're not coming on to me!' Abi laughed.

'Oh no, one gay in the family is enough for papa !' Chloe laughed loudly, pointing at Elise in front of her, her arm round Kirsty's shoulders and Kirsty's hand comically goosing Elise's bum as she walked making her scream loudly and laugh.

'And my mum will be there.' Abi added as her laughing subsided.

'She'll be fine. I'm sure she'll have fun too!' Chloe smiled. They turned the corner and watched the girls enter the door to the Liz.

'It looks like tonight might get messy!' Abi laughed as Kirsty and Elise bumped into each other both trying to pinch each other's bums and laughing very loudly to disapproving looks from a few locals within the pub who were trying to have a quite pint of mild.

'It will get messier in Vegas! Trust me!' Chloe laughed, holding the door open so that Abi could walk through.

'I hope so! I do enjoy it when it gets messy! I just hope there's some fit lads to enjoy it with!' Abi grinned. 'Large G and T? Or are you playing it safe and having a cider?'

'Let's get on ze Jaeger train!' Elise shouted, pulling her hand in the air and jugging down several times on an invisible chain just as Abi stepped to the bar pulling her purse out.

'You're right, it does look like it is going to get messy tonight!' Chloe smiled at Abi.

*****

Chloe's word, 'It will get messier in Vegas! Trust me!' ran though Abi's head as she looked the gunge tank up and down, then she turned to Tom. She's have been lying if she had said she didn't enjoy pieing her sister. But now she was looking at being covered in several gallons of pink, orange and yellow slime, everything took a different perspective. Is this what Chloe was trying to tell her a few weeks ago? Was this her fate, being doused in slime? The thought didn't really appeal to her.

'I suppose you want me sitting in that tank don't you?' Abi questioned Tom, who was starting to get nervous about Abi's lack of compliance.

'Well, it's for the game, you see.' Tom explained.

'But you? You want me sat in there, don't you?' She grinned wildly and moved closer to Tom, boxing him closer to the wall until he had nowhere to go.

'Yes. Well no. I'm under instruction. It's for the next game.'

'But you want to see me gunged, don't you? I can see it in your eyes.' She pressed closer to him. 'Running down my long, blonde hair,' she traces her hand over her head, running her slender fingers with her perfectly manicured nails gently over her aforementioned long blonde hair, 'over my shoulders,' her hand continued to trace down her body, 'over my tits,' her hand slowed as she gently stoked her fingers down the side of her large left breast. Tom gulped loudly. 'Covering my pretty dress.' Tom looked down as her hand reached her midriff and stayed there, her other hand joining it and clasping herself defensively in front of herself. 'To my pretty shoes.' She noticed a small reaction from Tom, and then leapt on it. 'Ooo. Yes, my shoes and my feet.'

Tom could feel himself burning up and Abi could sense something, so she continued to push him. 'Is that what you like? Tom isn't it? To see me covered in slime?' Tom was still sheepishly looking down at Abi's feet. She waggled her white tipped toes in her little strappy heels. 'You want to see gunge dripping from my lovely dress over my pretty little feet, don't you?' Tom gulped once again and looked up at Abi's evil grinning face. 'I'll tell you what, do something to stop me getting slimed and I'll make it worth your while.' She moved her hands and gently caressed the sides of Tom's arms which were rigidly by his sides, the same position they were in when Abi first ambushed him against the wall. 'And I'm sure you'd enjoy it' She looked down at her feet once more. So did Tom. Then she backed away.

'So, I sit here, so I?' She smiled at Tom as sweetly as she could, hitching her dress up, she took her seat in the gunge tank under the large vat of slime. She crossed one leg over the other, letting her heel dangle from her foot. She swung her foot gently, smiling teasingly at Tom. 'Don't let me get slimed! Please!' she winked at Tom.

Tom composed himself. He wanted to know how she planned to 'make it worth his while', but right now, all he wanted to do was push the button on the remote in his pocket and gunge the teasing, sexy, little minx. 'It's not up to me. But I'll see what I can do.' He made an empty promise, in his mind he would win if she was gunged and now even if she wasn't. He smiled to himself and exited from the side room. Paul was already out. He obviously didn't have as much resistance from Celia.

'But we're happy to say that Kym's dress will not be the only one to get destroyed today!' Paul laughed with his best gameshow host voice.

'That's right!' Tom joined in. He pushed a button on the remote, and not only did it reveal the gunge tank, it also turned the cocky Abi from moments ago into a very nervous looking Abi. Abi looked up at the several gallons of pink, orange and yellow slime then she patted her long blonde hair in place and, placing her elbows on her knees, she tried to take her predicament in her stride by playing the fool and comically biting her fingernails as she looked at Kym. The sight of her sister dripping with pie and cream whilst sat in the throne in front of her made her chuckle, then she stopped giggling thinking about the possible outcome from her situation. 'Poor Abi could be getting a sliming if you decide she should, Kym!' Abi's big blue eyes widened at the thought of her sister being the one to decide her fate, after what had just happened to Kym, she didn't expect her sister to take any pity on her.

'So, Kym. Your mum was very keen to slap a pie in your face, and your sister wasn't holding back when given a jug of chocolate to pour over you. But you must decide, so you want to save you sister and gunge your mum? Or slime your sister and release you poor, dear mum?' Paul laughed. Suddenly, Abi thought that she may feel the messy consequences of messing up her sister.

'Abi!' Tom smiled, 'I think you need to put your case forward as to why Kym should slime your mum and not you!'

Abi thought hand. She could feel her face and chest flushing slightly knowing that what she says now may be the difference between her getting covered in horrible slime or stepping out clean. 'Kym! You can't slime me!' she pleaded, looking up nervously at the vat of slime above her head. She was desperate for it to not open up above her. The thought of it coating her lovely hair sent a shiver down her spine. She inadvertently brushed her blonde hair back behind her ears, she continued. 'Remember when we were younger and we always wanted to dunk mum?' Kym and Abi laughed and looked at Celia. Like all kids of that generation, they watched games on the TV like Get Your Own Back. And like every kid, they had a list of people they would drag onto the show. Their mother was always one they agreed on, for some reason they thought that she would actually go ahead with it and would even take a dunking so that their daughter would win the star prize. 'Mum looked very happy and eager to push the first cake in your face. Do you remember on your eighteenth?' Abi was frantically dragging anything up to make Kym gunge her mum and not her, from what she recalled, this incident may have been an accident, but it didn't matter now, it was ammunition for Abi to use to avoid getting messy. 'She did the same after you blew the candles out, she pushed your face into that cake too! I think you know what you have to do!' Abi squirmed on her stool and looked at her mum pointing and grinning, trying to not look too desperate to avoid the gunging but rather give Kym a better victim. 'Gunge her!' She forced out a nervous laugh.

'Celia,' Paul spoke and Abi breathed a sigh of relief. Had she done enough to convince Kym not to gunge her? 'What do you have to say to that?'

Abi thought that her mum looked far too relaxed as she spoke. 'Kym. Darling. I must admit, I did enjoy pushing that pie in your face. But I was only doing what your fri-ends' Abi looked at her mum. She was cracking under the pressure. She breathed a little bit easier. Celia continued 'What your friends were doing But I don't deserve a sliming, do I?' Abi thought how poor her defence was. Maybe she actually does want the gunging. Or was she trying to protect her youngest daughter? It didn't matter to Abi as long as she stayed clean and dry. 'Please! Don't slime me. Slime your sister. We both know she deserves it!' Abi scoffed and shook her head in disagreement, but tried to look at cool and unflustered as possible which was contradicted by the reddening of her face and chest.

Abi looked intently at Kym. Is seemed like an hour had passed before she spoke. 'I've made my choice!' Kym giggled and looked at Celia then into Abi's big blue eyes. Abi shivered as Kym looked at her. Her blue eyes silently pleaded back to Kym. 'How do I activate one?' Kym looked at Paul and Tom.

'You press this button' Tom walked up to Kym. Abi hoped her persuasive tactic with Tom had worked and he was going to trick Kym into gunging her mum even if she decided to gunge her sister. Abi could see him pointing to the big red button in the middle of the remote, 'for Abi, that is.'

'Or this one, for you mum' Paul cut in. To Abi's relief Kym had hold of both remotes.

Abi heard her mum shout 'Noooooo' to the amusement of everyone. Abi hoped that was her reaction to the gunge opening up above her. She looked over at her mum, but she was clean. Abi took a deep breath fearing the worst.

Kym pointed the remotes as her mum and sister alternately, laughing. Still, Abi's eyes silently pleaded with Kym. Then Kym stopped, pointing the remote at Abi. Abi took another deep breath in, closed her eyes and hunched her shoulders. Her swinging foot was back on the ground firmly planted in front of her.

'I've always wanted to do this, Abi!' Kym laughed.

'No! Not me!' Abi protested opening her eyes but not daring to breath.

'No. Not you!' Kym gave a devilishly grin and pointed the remote in her left hand at her mum. 'Enjoy!' she laughed as she pushed the button.

Abi exhaled loudly and looked to her right to see her mum getting showered in colourful sticky gunge. She looked up and ran her hand though her hair once again, relief flooded her body from her head to her toes. She came so close to getting slimed and now she felt exhilarated having dodged the gunging. As quickly as she could, and to make sure Kym didn't change her mind, she leapt out of the gunge tank. 'I want a better view!' she forced out a laugh as she made her excuse for moving from under what could have possibly been a massive delude of gunge over her sexy frame.

She laughed with her sister and the other girls as they watched Celia receive a good, thorough, sliming. Again, she breathed a sigh of relief that it was her mum and not her. At no point did she feel sorry for her mum, who was smiling and talking the sliming in good spirit. It would not have been how Abi would have reacted, she knew that for sure!

With the stream of cascading gunge turning into a trickle of Celia, it was Tom who broke the silence, pushing out a trolley laden with fresh pies, cakes and jugs. 'I think since Celia pied you, Kym, maybe you should repay the favour?' Tom laughed. Abi was the first and the loudest of the bridesmaids to cheer in approval, anything to keep the horrible messy away from her and directed at someone else.

Abi watched with enjoyment as Kym eagerly got up from the throne, shuffling in her heavy dress towards her mum, a pie in her hand. Celia held her hands on her lap, slowly rubbing the cold, wet material of her dress against her legs. 'This is for before.' Kym laughed. Abi couldn't believe what she saw her sister doing to her mum, but felt more than relief that it was Celia and not her facing Kym's wrath. Kym lunged forward and smashed the cake into Celia's slime covered, smiling face. Again, Abi couldn't help but feel that it is was her, she wouldn't have been smiling, nor would she have let Kym do it without putting up a fight!

'Zat dress is ruined!' Laughed Elise pointing at Kym's once-white dress. Abi laughed in agreement.

'Maybe we should help her out of it' Chloe giggled, taking her sister's lead. Abi grinned, suddenly, the thought of getting messy was long behind and the prospect of messing her sister up become a realistic possibility.

'I think it is still a little bit too clean!' Abi chuckled, a pie in her hand from the trolley.

'Oh no! Abi! After what I've just done and not gunk' Kym's plea was silenced by Abi smashing the creamy white pie in her face.

'I can't believe you did that to mum!' Abi pretended to be incensed but she knew that everyone could see though her fake berating. 'I think you need a three tiered punishment!' She nodded her head over to the trolley where an elaborate three tiered pink iced cake sat. 'Tom, would you mind carefully bringing that cake over?' Tom was enchanted by the spell Abi's big beautiful blue eyes put him under.

'Erm, ok. Sure thing.' Tom picked up the cake and took it to Abi.

Abi picked off the first tier. Kym hadn't even wiped the previous pie from her face. She blinked though the layers of cream and icing. 'Where to push this?' Abi pondered, walking around her sister, who stood still, her head tilting as she followed Abi's walk. Abi stopped behind her. 'How about in the butt!' she laughed and pushed the cake into Kym's wedding dress covered posterior. She continued her walk around Kym, passing Tom and picking up the next tier. Still Kym didn't move. Having circled Kym, Abi stood in front of her once more and without warning, she pushed the cake into Kym's midriff. The cake disintegrated sending cream and mess falling all over the front of the once white and pristine dress. 'I know where the last one is going!' Abi chuckled. Please sit back down on your throne, Kym.'

'I hope you're enjoying yourself, Abi! Because your time will come!' Kym warned Abi with a sly smile on her cake covered face. But she did as Abi instructed her. She sat back down on the throne.

'Champagne, anyone?' Tom cut in trying to break the tension, he held a bottle in one hand and a handful of champagne plates in the other.

'Zat is a great idea!' Chloe smiled, taking the glassed from Tom. She passed one to Kym, who had now wiped the lumps of cake from her face, and then went to pass one to Abi. Abi didn't take the glass, but she placed the cake on the ground.

'Can we not open it like they do at the grand prix?' Abi smiled at Tom.

'What do you mean?' Tom looked perplexed. Then the penny dropped. But it was too late. Abi had the champagne bottle in her hand and she was shaking it vigorously.

'I think the bride should have first taste!' Abi laughed. With the wire mesh and foil already taken off the bottle by Tom, it didn't take Abi long to pop the cork out of the bottle, pointing it just above Kym's head. The cork popped off loudly flowed by a spurt of cold frothy champagne. Kym had no time to react, she lifted her glass in a ridiculous attempt to try and catch some champagne for her to drink. Abi was dousing and spraying Kym's head and shoulders, washing off the creamy pie and different layers of pudding, which all flowed rather pleasantly, accompanied by the fizzy bubbles , down Kym's cleavage and over her naked pussy. As the last of the champagne dribbled out of the bottle, Abi stepped forward and tipped the bottle upside down into Kym's outstretched glass. A trickle of white foam slithered out.

'Oh dear. Tom, I think we need another bottle!' Abi shook the empty bottle at Tom and shrugged her shoulders in mock apology.

'Sure thing!' Tom bowed and briefly disappeared.

Abi looked at Kym. 'Now, where was I? Oh yes. The third tier.' She looked down at the floor. 'I know what to do with this!' She smiled from the corner of her mouth. She slowly walked forward and lifted Kym's heavy dress up, placing it on her knees, revealing her surprisingly clean Dolce and Gabbana slip on shoes and white stockings. 'I think these are far too clean, don't you?'

Tom had arrived back with another bottle of champagne. He was the first and loudest to agree with Abi. 'I think I'll pour this time.' Tom smiled, doing his best waiter impression. He moved to Kym to get a closer look.

Abi slipped off Kym's expensive heels and placed them just out of the reach of Kym's feet. She placed the last tier on the floor in front of her. Tom topped up Kym's glass with champagne, nearly overfilling it and spilling it all over her hand and lap as his attention was distracted by Abi pushing Kym's stocking clad feet into the soft, creamy cake. Kym groaned with a sound that implied that she didn't find the experience unpleasant.

'You mash that up, Kym!' Abi laughed, scooping bits of pie and pushing it into the bottom of Kym's heels.

Tom moved away and went about filling the other bridesmaid's glasses. He filled up a spare glass and picked up a jug of thick golden syrup. He took both to Abi, who was now stood up, watching her sister mash up the cake with her feet. Tom passed her the glass of champagne and Abi took a long drink from it.

'What's in there?' Abi lowered her glass and pointed to the jug.

'Golden syrup. I thought you might want to stick her shoes to her feet.' Tom grinned.

'You though I would want to?' Abi grinned back at Tom.

'Just an idea' Tom placed the jug on the ground and walked off to somewhere where he could get a better view.

'Please don't Abi. Don't ruin my shoes!' Kym begged, knowing that the damage was already down . Because of the size of the dress bunched up on her knees, she couldn't even see her feet.

'It's too late for that!' Abi laughed. She took a shoe and pushed it onto Kym's foot. Kym groaned as her stocking clad foot tried to burrow its way through the mess in the shoe.

'I can't believe you've done this!' Moaned Kym as her second shoe was forced on her feet. She lifted her legs and looked towards her shoes. They were hanging off her feet, her toes couldn't get to the end because of how much cake was in there.

'This isn't working, is it?' Abi sighed, pulling the shoes from Kym's feet and tipping the contents over the floor. 'Maybe Tom was right'

Kym looked at her feet. Her white stockings were translucent from the gooey cake, her red toenails clearly visible and her soles wet and sticky against the thin material.

'Maybe it's best to take this off?' Abi laughed, grabbing at Kym's left stocking and ripping it open at the bottom, revealing her soft pink sole. 'Much better!' Abi grinned, ripping open Kym's other stocking to her ankle. 'Now, where's that golden syrup?'

Kym pleaded once again but this time it was Sophie and Chloe who replied. 'Oh, poor Kym. You're not getting out of zis now!' Chloe laughed.

Sophie joined in 'Well, she is getting into them now!' she laughed as Abi pushed the expensive heels onto Kym's bare feet, the gold syrup slurping as her bare toes dug through the sticky goo.

Grinning, Abi scooped the rest of the golden syrup out of the jug and dumped it all over the tops of her sister's feet, the Dolce and Gabbana heels which were once white now shone with sticky golden slime.

'What are you doing to your sister's expensive shoes?!' Celia exclaimed as she emerged from the side room, gunge still dripping from her dress and leaving slimy footprints as moved towards the sisters.

Abi looked over her shoulder, shocked to see her mum. The syrup was still falling over Kym's ankles and sliding down the tops of her feet.

'I erm' Abi didn't know what to say. She could feel herself getting redder and redder as her mum started to scold her.

'Do you know how much I paid for those shoes?' Celia continued.

Abi was still dumbfounded and unable to reply other than continuing her stutter. 'We were all It was'

'What are you doing?' Celia had reached Abi.

Abi shrugged. She had regressed to a time when she was 10 years old being told off by her mum for whatever it was she had done.

'Come on, Abigail? Do you not have an answer?' Celia continued to berate her.

Chloe chipped in. 'She was giving her sister a lesson in messy , I think, Celia.' Chloe and Sophie giggled.

'Oh is she?' Celia looked at the grinning bridesmaids. 'I think I'm experienced in conducting this lesson, ladies, don't you think?' Sophie and Chloe couldn't help but giggle. 'Look at the state of me! I've been saturated in slime! And thanks to you, Kimberley. My dress and shoes are ruined!' She gave a stern look to Kym.

'And so's your hat' Paul muttered from behind Celia. He waved the hat, flicking goo around himself. Everyone turned and looked at him as he spoke. All of them wondered why his face and crotch were covered in goo. But they had no time to ask any questions.

Celia turned to Paul as if to silence him. 'Quite.' She turned to Kym. 'Up you get, Kimberley. I think I need to deliver a lesson to your younger sister for ruining your lovely, expensive shoes.

Kym allowed her dress to drop from her knees. She wasn't going to disobey her mum, so she stood up, her bare feet squelching in her sticky shoes, her toes glued together within their sticky, expensive prisons. She vacated the throne.

'Thank you.' Celia, in a regal fashion, took her place upon the throne. 'Now, Abigail. Come here for your punishment.' She ordered in her sternest voice.

Sheepishly, Abi walked towards her mum and the throne. 'What should we do with her?' Celia asked the audience.

Chloe giggled. 'Ze naughty girl needs to be spanked!'

'What a good idea. A fitting punishment!' Celia looked at Abi, Abi's big baby blue eyes pleaded as she sheepishly shook her head.

'No, mum. Please don't!' Abi begged as she reached her mum.

'Oh yes. This will teach you to mess up your sister's shoes. Bend over my knee, now, you naughty girl.'

Abi couldn't believe what was happening. Was her mum really going to spank her bum in front of all of the bridesmaids and the fake waiters? She did as she was told, waiting for her mum to say that she was only joking. But as she took her position bent over her mum's slimy knee, she felt that her mum wouldn't stop. 'Please don't' she softly begged once again, her face feeling so red it was like it was going to explode. But all she felt was her skirt riding up her thighs and her thong clad bottom being exposed. She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder to her mum.

'Pass me one of those, dear.' Celia said to someone out of Abi's eye line. 'You're a naughty girl, Abigail!' Abi heard her mum say, then she felt her thong being pulled down exposing her bare arse to everyone. She longed for her bum to be covered up, and in an instant, her wish came true, only her bum wasn't covered by the material of her clothes. It was covered by the sticky sensation of a gooey pie. Abi squealed.

'You're a naughty girl!' Celia laughed raining another pie onto her daughter's exposed bare bottom . 'A very naughty girl!' A third pie was slapped into her cheeks. Abi winced as the cold cream was slapped heavily on her smooth flesh and rubbed around in a circular fashion. 'Are' Another pie hit her bum. 'You' the next pie felt like a harder slap. 'Sorry' The slaps were getting harder. 'For' Abi felt like her bum was as red as her face, underneath all the creamy pie, that is. 'Ruining' The force of this pie sent white goo shooting in all directions , Abi peered over her shoulder at her mum again and noticed that white goo had splattered her mum's chest. 'Your sister's' Another hard slap. 'Shoes?'

'Yes!' Abi whimpered, her bare bottom obliterated with sticky white pies. 'Yes! Please stop! I'm sorry.'

'Good. Because I've run out of pies.' Celia laughed, pulling up Abi's thong, squishing pie up Abi's bum crack.

Abi bounced off her mum's knee and pulled her dress down her body. She forced a smile and felt the blood rushing away from her face (and probably towards her crotch!). Her arse was sticky with pie and her front wet from lying over her mum's gunge covered lap.

'Celia, I have another trolley full!' Paul helpfully said, wheeling the fully laden trolley towards the throne.

Celia grinned. 'That's a stroke of luck. Abi,' Abi looked wearily at her mum.

'Not again!' She said dejectedly, shaking her head making her long blonde locks dance around her sad face.

'Oh yes. Again. But I think you can help me this tim e. Kimberly. Come here at once. You're not getting away with putting your sister and mother into gunge tanks and then sliming your own mum!'

Everyone burst out laughing. Especially Kym.

'Am I to get the same punishment?' Kym said mockingly.

'Much worse if you keep that tone, young lady!' Celia scolded Kym. 'Come here this instance and bend over my knee!'

Kym trudged over to her mum and stood by her side. 'As you wish!' She said contemptuously.

'I've warned you about that tone!' Celia pulled at the gunk covered lacy detail below the breasts of Kym's dress making Kym bend over her knee. With Abi's help, they hoisted her long dress over her head so that just her bare bum was sticking out. 'And where are your panties, young lady?'

Kym muttered an answer which was muffled by the layers of dress over her head. She waggled her bare bottom. Bits of pie and slop dripped from her already messy crotch. Abi looked in disbelief. It was almost like Kym wanted this to happen and was enjoying it!

'Here, I'll hold zis up for you' Elise helpfully volunteered as Kym's large dress began to fall and cover up her exposed bottom. She held it up with one hand, placing her other hand at the top of Kym's bare thigh, careful to not obscure Celia's and everyone else's view of Kym's lovely bare bum.

'Thank you dear. And if you wouldn't mind passing me a pie. I think Kimberly knows what's going to happen next.'

'I doubtz it' muttered Elise.

Forming a chain, Chloe took a pie from the trolley and passed it to Kirsty, who passed it to Sophie, who passed it to Abi, who, with a massive grin on her face at being this side of the punishment and not over her mum's knee like Kym was, passed it to Celia. Abi looked at Kym's bare arse, knowing that the feelings of excitement and pleasure she had would have been matched by Kym when their roles were reve rsed. Only, it seemed that Kym may be enjoying receiving more than she did watching her sister on the receiving end!

Celia rained the first pie onto Kym's bare arse. 'This' Kym's toned, shapely, white arse was engulfed in creamy white goo . 'Is' Another pie hit Kym's arse and Abi watched in amazement and disbelief as Elise, whilst holding the dress up, rubbed a finger over Kym's slit. 'Punishment' Abi's mouth opened as Elise's finger slipped inside Kym. 'For' Elise looked at Abi straight into her big blue eyes and smiled. 'Gunging' Another pie splattered Kym's arse, spraying white goo over Celia torso and Elise's hand. Elise delved another finger inside Kym. 'Your' Elise was rhythmically rubbing Kym's pussy to Abi's astonishment. 'Poor' Another pie splattered Kym's arse and Celia spent a moment smearing it around her naked cheeks. Abi couldn't get the sight and thought of Elise's fingers inside her sister out of her mind. 'Old' Another pie, another finger inside Kym. Abi could feel herself flushing once more. 'Well, I'm not really that old' Celia laughed as she backtracked on her words, but still relentlessly smashing a pie into her daughter's arse. 'Young-at-heart' Pie splattered once again from the force Celia hit Kym's bum with it. Kym buckled, Elise's fingers slipped deeper inside her. 'Mother' Abi's mind raced. She wished it was her bent over her mum's knee, but only for the tension building up inside her to be relieved. 'Naughty girl!' Celia laughed, smashing the final pie into Kym's arse, rubbing and smearing it around her gooey, toned buttock.

Kym gave a muffled reply and everyone laughed. Just as quickly and quietly, Elise's fingers slid out of Kym. Elise pulled Kym's dress down and Kym, her face red with a mixture of enjoyment, embarrassment and the effects of having a heavy hot dress pulled over her head, stood up.

'Thank you mother, for that. I'm sure I'll bear it in mind next time I have the opportunity to gunge you!' Kym laughed and wiggled her arse, causing slop to drip and dribbled down the back of her thighs and plop over her feet under her dress. 'Now if you wouldn't mind. I need a sit down and a glass of bubbly.' Once again everyone laughed. She plopped her bum on the throne, creamy pie squishing and smearing under her weight, down her thighs to her stocking tops, up her back and most satisfyingly of all, rushing between her legs and resting over her hot pussy. She gave Elise an annoyed look.

'What are you laughing at, chuckles' Kym stopped laughing and pointed at Tom. 'We're not here to amuse you. Please top up everyone's glasses and stand there. You too, penguin!' She pointed to Paul.