LADY CAROLINE'S REVENGE
Part 1 A weekend in the country


Having made the acquaintance of Susie Splosh and learned something about the sub-culture of wet and messy play, Lady Caroline was more determined than ever to get her own back on her Editor, who she now certain had set her up for two messy reporting assignments. "I wonder why he did that to me?" she mused as she drove back from Susie's studio in Essex. In the end she decided that it made not one iota of difference as to what lay behind her Editor's motives; she was going to get him back and that was that!

At work, over the next few days she kept a close eye on her Editor. He was a good-looking man in his late forties. He still retained a firm, athletic body and, in spite of herself, Caroline could not help but admire his tight bum that was shown off to advantage by the slim-cut, fashionable suits he wore. "Mmm, I'd sure like to slap a custard pie into that arse" she thought to herself. The problem was, how to set up a situation that would give her the opportunity to do so. Caroline thought long and hard and eventually came up with a possible plan. However to execute this she would need the help of some of her friends, plus, of cause, the inimitable Susie Splosh.

Her first port of call was a phone call to Susie. Having outlined her idea she asked; "Do you think Candy and William might be willing to help out? William would have to smarten himself up a bit but his presence would certainly add authenticity to my plan." Susie said she was sure the other two would be happy to join in. Later that evening Susie phoned Caroline back to confirm both William and Candy were up for it.

Caroline's next task was to rope in the assistance of some of her ex-school chums and other mates. Her old 'best friend' Fiona Anstruther immediately sprang to mind. When the two girls had attended St Teresa's Academy for Yong Ladies, the two girls had nearly got themselves expelled for the practical jokes they kept playing on staff and fellow pupils.

"Hi Fiona" Caroline greeted her friend when she rang her that evening. "Long time no talk; how are you?' (A long girly 'catch-up' conversation ensued before Caroline was able to broach the principal subject about which she was calling.) She outlined the reason for her wishing to set up an elaborate practical joke for her Editor before continuing; "..and then I thought about High Down House" (a small but beautiful 18th Century house Fiona's family owned in Sussex. "It would be the perfect location for the sort of 'house party' I have in mind" she enthused. "Do you think your parents might be willing to let you open it up for a weekend party for your friends?" "No problem" Fiona replied. "Daddy was saying only the other day that it was a shame the house wasn't used more these days. Now would be the perfect time for me to approach him. I'll get back to you." A couple of days later Caroline received a text from Fiona confirming that the house was booked for a weekend one month hence. Caroline was able to move onto the next phase of her planning.

Further phone calls to old friends soon produced a house party of seven, two couples, two single men, and one single girl. All in their late 20s/early 30s they made an ideal team for what Caroline had in mind. "With Fiona and me and Brian (Brian Walcott, her Editor) that makes for an even numbered party" she thought.

While enlisting the help of her friends, Caroline had been careful to warn them that there was a strong chance they would suffer collateral messy damage. All told her; "Not to worry"; 'Sounds fun"; "Haven't taken part in a jape like this for years" - and similar such remarks.

Caroline's next, and most crucial, task was to inveigle Brian into agreeing to join her for a weekend at High Down, without raising his suspicions that all might not be as it first appeared. She came up with a scheme she hoped would appeal to his vanity.

Early one morning, before most staff had arrived at the office, Caroline knocked on the door to the Editor's office. "Do you have a moment Brian?" she enquired. Brian looked up and leered. "For you sweetheart, any time!" Supressing a shudder of distaste Caroline entered Brian's office and shut the door. She sat down on the chair opposite him and crossed her legs. She knew Brian was ogling her sleek, smoky, nylon clad legs and smiled inwardly; she almost had him in her power already. "Look Brian" she started. "I know you have always somewhat despised my aristocratic background and the fact that I got my break on this paper because Daddy is friendly with the proprietor. However, even you have to admit I've become a pretty good journalist. I can get insider dirt on stories about the upper classes that no one else on this magazine could even dream of." Grudgingly Brian had to admit she was right.

"Well I would like to offer you a little treat by way of a payback for giving me the chance to prove myself" Caroline continued. "I have been invited to join a weekend house party down in Sussex. From what I hear on the grapevine it promises to be quite a raunchy affair and should be good for some exclusive copy. The person running the party has said I can bring a 'friend' and I wondered if you would like to join me. That way you can see how hard I work getting my material. You might have a bit of fun too" she ended coquettishly. Brian did not take long before agreeing to accompany Caroline as her formal partner. "Black tie, of course." Caroline tossed over her shoulder as she exited the office. "Got him!" she thought to herself. "I'm going to enjoy this!"

Finally it was the Friday of the party and Caroline's plans were all in place. At 4:00 o'clock she knocked on Brian's door and asked if he was ready as it was time to leave for Sussex. "After all we don't want to keep our hostess waiting do we?" she remarked, smirking. Brian hurriedly finished off what he was working on and rose from his desk. "I assume we will be driving down in my car?" he asked, "only I've left my suitcase in the boot." Caroline nodded. "Yes, I hoped that would be the case" she said. "My car is parked near yours and we can quickly move my luggage over into your boot." So that is what they did and shortly thereafter were bowling out of town heading for Sussex.

It was a pleasant summer's afternoon and Brian proved to be good company away from the office. Caroline found that she was starting to feel sorry for Brian who had no idea about what she had planned for him. She quickly supressed these inconvenient thoughts and concentrated on reminding herself how he had humiliated her by sending her off on assignments that ended up with her getting smothered in sticky food with her clothes and hair ruined. (She carefully ignored the fact that she had actually enjoyed the experience and, indeed, had secretly indulged herself at home with the odd carton of custard down her knickers!

It was approaching 6:00pm when they drew up outside High Down House. Caroline smiled inwardly as the front door opened and William walked down the steps and opened the car's passenger door. "Welcome to High Down Lady Caroline" he said in a very formal tone of voice. "Lady Fiona is out. She has left orders for you to be shown to your rooms and asks that you be ready for pre-dinner drinks in the Drawing Room at 7:30."

Caroline struggled to keep a straight face. William was completely transformed from the last time she had seen him at the Fat Fuck restaurant. Then he had appeared unkempt with a scruffy beard and a stained waiter's uniform. Now he was perfectly groomed with his beard and hair neatly trimmed and smoothed down. He was wearing the classic 'Butler' uniform of striped trousers, morning coat and black tie. His shoes gleamed from under the cuffs of his trousers. He bowed deferentially as Caroline stepped elegantly from the car.

"I will park your car for you sir" he said to Brian, "whilst Susan shows you to your rooms." Susie, now 'Susan' was equally unrecognisable. Gone was smart, confident 'Business Woman' Caroline had met in Essex. In her place was a demure Housemaid wearing a below the knee black dress, low-heeled shoes, and with her blonde hair tied severely back in a tight bun. "Will you please follow me m'Lady and Sir?" she said as she led them into the hall.

High Down House wasn't large, but it was perfectly proportioned in the mid-Georgian style. The Hall was double-height and floored in stone. An elegant staircase rose ahead of them, branching to reach the upper floors. Susie led Caroline and Brian up the stairs and down a long corridor. "You are in the Chinese Room Lady Caroline," she said. "And you are in the Green Room sir, just a little further on.

Caroline's room contained a gorgeous canopied bed and its windows provided a fabulous view over the park. Having seen Brian into his room, Susie returned eagerly to Caroline. "How's it going?" she enquired, giggling. "Perfectly so far" Caroline told her. "I don't think he suspects anything untoward. In fact his male brain is so fixated on the thought he might get his leg over this weekend, he can't really think of anything else!" The two girls chuckled briefly before 'Susan' resumed her formal demeanour. "We must be careful not to let our cover slip in front of Brian," she cautioned.

"I'd better unpack for you" Susie said. "Its what would be expected of a maid in a house like this. Incidentally, with the house closed most of the time there is only an elderly couple in residence to keep an eye on things. Fiona suggested they have the weekend off and they jumped at the chance. So we won't be interrupted in our plan to get back at Brian." This was good news, so Caroline left Susie unpacking her clothes whilst she retired to the bathroom to refresh herself after the journey and to prepare for the evening's excitements.

As when she had visited Susie in Essex, Caroline had trawled round the charity shops to find an inexpensive outfit that wouldn't matter if it got ruined. Once again she had been lucky and had picked up a black and green cocktail dress for a song. It had a silky green skirt and a black lacy top that, with a push-up bra, displayed Caroline's assets superbly. After a leisurely bath Caroline picked out a black bra and panty set with matching suspender belt and black, seamed stockings. "Might as well get the bugger aroused before we dowse his ardour" she thought to herself.

Caroline took care over her hair and makeup and by the time she had finished she looked stunning. Her hair was swept up into an elaborate pleat and her makeup was flawless. She inserted a pair of cheap, imitation pearl drops into her ears and fastened a matching necklace around her throat. As she slipped her feet into a pair of black suede pumps which she had also found in a charity shop she admired herself in the mirror. "Well if I don't turn Brian on tonight, there must be something wrong with him" she mused.

By now it was approaching 7:30, so Caroline walked along to Brian's room and knocked on the door. "Are you ready Brian?" she called out, "only its bad form to be late down." "I'm ready" Brian replied as he opened the door. Even though she had evil plans in prospect for Brian, Caroline had to admit he did look dishy in his double-breasted dinner suit and crisp whit shirt. "Its almost a shame to mess him up" Caroline thought, but then, "no it isn't, he deserves everything that is coming to him!"

"You look fabulous" Brian said, leaning forward to kiss Caroline on the cheek. "Thank you" she replied, "Shall we go down?" The two of them walked down the stairs and into the drawing room where the rest of the party were awaiting them. "This is your hostess" Caroline announced as she introduced Brian to Fiona. "You are most welcome" Fiona said. "Caroline has talked so much about her Editor that I feel I know you already." Caroline then introduced Brian to the rest of the party, all of whom were in on the joke.

"Would you like a drink m'Lady" enquired a voice at Caroline's side and, turning to accept a glass, she realised this was Candy, also dressed in maid's uniform. "Thank you" she said, taking a glass of champagne. Brian did the same. The party made polite, general conversation until William entered and announced 'Dinner is served."

Caroline took Brian's arm as they made their way to the Dining Room. The beautiful mahogany table was covered with a linen tablecloth and Caroline knew that under that several layers of plastic protected the finish from 'accidental' damage! Fiona, naturally as the hostess, sat at the top of the table. Brian was to her left and Caroline next to him. Two of Caroline's male chums, Alec and George, sat on Fiona's right and Caroline's left. They had an important role to play in what was to follow.

William went round the table pouring everyone a glass of white wine. Candy followed with a jug of iced water. "Water sir?" she enquired as she stood behind Brian. "Yes please" he replied. Candy took his water glass, filled it and went to place it back on the table. But, oh dear, her hand 'slipped' and iced water spilled onto Brian's lap. He leapt to his feet with a cry. "You stupid girl" he shouted. "Look what you have done to me!" "Shush, its nothing serious" Caroline cooed as she mopped Brian's lap with her napkin, taking particular care to pat his crutch. She smiled as she felt his cock stiffening. "And that after a dowsing of iced water!" she smiled to herself. Grumbling Brian sat down, adjusting his soaked trousers to try and minimise his discomfort.

"Be more careful next time" Brian admonished Candy. Speaking to one of Fiona's servants in this way was, of course, completely out of order and Fiona frowned and told Candy; "Thank you Candice; you may serve the soup now."

"Candice" held the tureen as William ladled soup into each person's bowl. Naturally when it came to serving Brian, the soup went all down his shirtfront. "This is too much" he exclaimed" jumping to his feet again. "Are all your servants this incompetent?" he demanded, rudely, of Fiona. Fiona's eye flashed dangerously as she replied. "Please remember that you are a guest in my house. Maybe we should take steps to help you contain your temper."

At this Alec and George sprang up and, seizing Brian's arms, lashed them to the arms of his chair with cable-ties. "What's going on?" Brian demanded, furiously. "Let me explain said Caroline, in a calm voice. "You have deliberately sent me on assignments where you knew I was going to be trashed and humiliated. I guess this was in the hope that I would resign. Well your plan hasn't worked. The people who trashed me are now my friends. Allow me to introduce 'William the Waiter'; "Candy' the beautician; and 'Susie Splosh' who has taught me a great deal about the 'Wet and Messy' scene. We thought it is about time you learned something of this yourself!"

Brian raged and struggled but, with his arms securely tied to the arms of his chair, he was powerless. "In fairness" Caroline continued, "as our hostess the first action should be yours Fiona." "Not at all" Fiona replied. "As you have been Brian's dupe, I willing resign that privilege to you!" Caroline rose and accepted a custard pie that was being proffered by Susie. "Enjoy Brian," she said with a grin as she smashed the pie in his face. Cream and custard dripped down the lapels of Brian's immaculate dinner-suit. "You bitch" he spluttered from a mouthful of pie "you will suffer for this." "Oh I think not" Caroline replied calmly. "I think our proprietor would quite enjoy publish a spread of the pictures we are about to take." And with that, Abigail, another of Caroline's friends got out her camera and started taking photographs.

"Now it really must be your turn Fiona" said Caroline. "Thank you" Fiona replied. "Some gravy I think William." William handed her a boat full of cold gravy. Fiona grasped the back of Brian's collar and proceeded to empty the gravy down the back of his shirt. Brian squealed with distaste, to the delight of everyone else. "I think everyone should have a go at humiliating Brian" Caroline announced, so all her friends lined up and armed themselves with various foodstuffs.

Brian's dinner jacket already had dollops of custard down the lapels but with a bit of careful dry-cleaning it could probably have been recovered. However George and Alec made sure it was totally ruined by first filling all the pockets with eggs and then in turn beating the outside with a wooden spoon until all the eggs were smashed and oozing through the fabric. "Can I be really rude?" Abigail asked. "Be my guest, " replied Caroline. With that permission, Abigail unzipped Brian's fly; pulled out the waistband of his boxer shorts; and emptied the contents of a tin of baked beans inside. She the zipped up his trousers and gently massaged the beans into his groin. Brian moaned but whether with disgust or sexual excitement it was impossible to ascertain!

Each of Caroline's friends, took turns to splatter Brian with one foodstuff or another. After a few minutes he was unrecognisable so heavily laden was he with chocolate and blackcurrant pies; cream cakes; cooking oil; more baked beans; and, of course, 'lashings of custard'!

Caroline carefully wiped Brian's eyes clean of mess. "Now you know what it is like to be on the receiving end of a messy session, she grinned. "I have to say that seeing you get trashed has made me really horny. I think I need to do something about that. Susie, can you please oblige?" "Of course Dear" Susie replied and, raising Caroline's skirt thereby revealing her prettily gartered thighs proceeded to dump a custard pie inside the front of Caroline's knickers. Caroline's eyes rolled as Susie carefully smoothed down the skirt and massaged the pie into her pussy.

"Could you please return the favour?" Susie begged, "I'm feeling much too clean." Caroline happily poured a carton of custard down the inside of Susie's black dress. Susie moaned in delight as the custard trickled down between her breasts. Abigail added to her pleasure by smashing a cream cake into Susie's face.

"I must say this is all rather fun" Abigail announced just before George and Alec pelted her with a barrage of pies. Seconds later the Alec was seized by the Caroline and Suzie and held whilst Abigail repeated her 'baked beans in the underpants' manoeuvre.

After that it was free for all. Before long the entire, previously smartly dressed, house party was a collection of trashed suits and ruined dresses. All this while Brian remained tied to his chair receiving the occasional misdirected pie to add to the muck with which he was plastered. Finally all the food had been transferred from containers onto the bodies of the guests. "Phew, that was quite something" Caroline announced as she collapsed onto the floor, sitting in a pool of custard, gravy and eggs. Naturally it wasn't just the guests who had enjoyed getting trashed; Susie, Candy and William were equally messy.

Susie sank down onto the floor beside Caroline and the two women started making out. Abigail was on her knees busily unzipping Alec's trousers and the others were not far behind in pairing off. Without exception everyone, even those new to sploshing, was as randy as hell and anxious to 'scratch the itch'! "Will someone please cut me free" begged Brian. "If I don't get some relief soon I'm going to cum in my trousers!" George took time out from fondling his own girl to cut the ties that held Brian captive.

Brian leapt from the chair; "Who's going to help me out?" he shouted in frustration. "Well sweetie, looks like I'm the only one not already engaged" cooed Franklin, a willowy young man who just happened to be bisexual! Although Caroline had originally planned the group so that there were equal numbers of men and women, the fact that she and Susie were getting it off together meant that Franklin was the only person not already engaged in sexual activity. "Oh fuck it!" exclaimed Brian. "I'm not gay, but at this moment I don't care. Just take care of my needs will you?" Franklin didn't need to be asked twice. In a trice Brian's food-caked trousers and underpants were round his ankles and Franklin was on his knees, hungrily eyeing Brian's cock.

The next little while was occupied with a lot of licking and fucking; squeals and groans of pleasure punctuating the air. Eventually even the most randy of them was satiated and silence descended. The whole group sat or lay in the mess on the floor of the wrecked room. "Good job I had the foresight to book a cleaning company to come in tomorrow" Fiona giggled in Caroline's ear!

Caroline crawled across to Brian. Her lovely dress - now ruined - was ripped open down the front, revealing her delectable, custard coated boobs. "I feel I should apologise about this Brian" she said, contritely. "But you did make me so angry about the way you set me up." "No, it is I who should apologise to you" he replied. "You're quite right, I was trying to get you to resign by sending you on impossibly unpleasant assignments. It never for a moment occurred to me that getting trashed and humiliated could be so sexually exciting. Thank you for introducing me to such a stimulating pastime. And, incidentally, that friend of yours, Franklin, certainly knows how to suck cock. No woman has ever given me such an amazing blow-job!" Caroline leaned over and kissed Brian. He returned the favour and before long they had both found the energy from somewhere for another bout of sex.

All good things have to come to an end eventually (unfortunately!) and slowly the party staggered up out of the mess and slime on the floor and set about clearing up the worst of the damage. Fiona produced some floor scrapers and plastic bags and gradually the muck was shovelled away. "I think that will do for now" Fiona finally said. "The cleaning company can cope with the rest in the morning. Now I don't know about the rest of you but I am knackered so it's off to the shower and bed for me." And with that she stripped off the remaining remnants of her abused clothing and dumped them in one of the rubbish bags. Totally unabashed she stood before them stark naked. Caroline shrugged and followed her example, followed by the rest of the group.

"I bought that suit new especially for this weekend" said Brian ruefully as he threw his DJ onto the heap. "Never mind" said Caroline, "you can easily afford another one and think what exciting new tricks you have learned this evening. That alone has to be worth the price of a suit!

They all made their way to their respective bedrooms, trying to avoid dripping any more mess onto the carpets. Needless to say they were not totally successful. "Ah well, another job for the cleaners" sighed Fiona.

Caroline was glad to hop into her shower. The hot water sluiced over her aching body, washing away the residue of sploshing and sex. She slipped into a silk nightie and climbed gratefully into bed, nestling down between the crisply laundered sheets. "Well, it didn't quite turn out as I had anticipated" she thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep, "but never-the- less it was one hell of an evening!"