Panties on The Catwalk
By Paris Annette Morreau
Kelly carefully applied a creamy, true red lipstick to her
full mouth and pressed her lips together. Satisfied with a final
assessment of her make up, she tucked two wisps of blond hair
behind her ears and tousled her bangs. She crossed her powder
blue silk scarf over her ample breasts and tucked it snugly into
her short, trim indigo skirt.  She pulled on the matching jacket,
buttoned it at the waist, and decided she liked the mid thigh
length of it with her brief skirt peeking out from under it.  She
slipped inky, sling back pumps over flesh-tone stockings, which
added four inches to her height.  She picked up a soft leather
carry all and checked her emergency supplies.

"Okay," she murmured.  "Hair spray, lipstick," she reminded
herself, tossing in her own true red, "better put in the nail
polish, too," she decided, careful to tighten the cap, "emery
board, tape, body glitter, blow dryer, aspirin.  What else?" she
asked herself, checking the dresser.  "Oh yes.  How could I
forget?"  She picked up the oval oak hairbrush and tossed it into
the bag.  "How would I ever get through a day without that?  Or
at least the threat of it?" she asked herself.

     Bag in hand, Kelly took one last look at her image.  Her big
blue eyes twinkled. She smiled at herself.  "The mother of a
model.  Who would have thought it?" she whispered before leaving
the room.

     "Heather?  Danny?" Kelly called as she began her descent on
the stairs.  "Come on.  Let's go." We don't want to be late."  At
the bottom of the staircase, she turned and looked up.  "Danny?"
she called again.

Danny appeared at the top of the stairs with a scowl.  "Why
do I have to wear this thing?" he asked referring to his tuxedo.
"I'm not the model."

     Kelly beamed up at her stepson.  "You look absolutely
gorgeous.  Come down here and let me straighten your tie."

     Frowning, Danny stomped down each stair until he stood in
front of the smiling and patient Kelly.

     "Naughty boy," she teased while straightening her stepson's
tie.  "Stomping down the stairs like that.  I was afraid you were
going to crash right through the steps.  Was that a little
tantrum?  I'm very impressed."

     Danny smiled despite his best efforts not to.  "Well, I
don't want to wear this thing," he whined.  " Why do I have to,
anyway?  I'm not going to model anything,"  he tried another
scowl.

"You're wearing it because we're going to a fashion show,"
putting the final touches on his tie, "you're wearing it because
Heather is modeling at the fashion show;  because gorgeous boys
who are needed to help at a fashion show are at a premium, and,
most importantly, because I asked you to.  Do you need any more
reasons?" Kelly asked, looking directly into her stepson's large
dark eyes.

     Danny nodded.

     "Unh!" Kelly gasped in feigned shock.

     Danny laughed, his eyes sparkling.  Kelly used her long red
nails to brush back a thick lock of dark hair from her stepson's
forehead.

"Well, then how about this?  There will be many beautiful
models, who are not related to you, who love the look of a man in
a tuxedo.  They will fall in love with you," Kelly assured her
stepson.  "They might even try to kiss you!"  she whispered.
"But don't you worry, baby, if they try anything like that, I'll
spank their bottoms.  I won't let any one of those beautiful
girls touch you."

     "No!  No, don't do that!" Danny begged.  "They can ... do
that," he finished, blushing.

     "They can?" Kelly asked, raising her eyebrows.  "You would
let them?  Kiss you?"

     Danny smiled and nodded.

"Well, okay," Kelly reluctantly agreed.  "But I'd better
take a whip with me to make them stand in line.  We can't have
dozens of beautiful girls all trying to kiss you at the same
time.   It would be chaos!"

     "Oh yeah, like that's going to happen," Heather said from
the top of the stairs.

     Danny glared up at his sister.

     "That's not what you're wearing, is it?" Danny asked, with
an attempted hint of disgust in his voice, at his stepsister's
short pale pink slip dress.

     Heather lifted her chin and began her descent.  Without
looking down, she carefully touched each stair with the toe of
her strappy stiletto sandals.  With every step, her small breasts
bounced and her silk dress tickled her thighs.  Her dark blond
hair hung in thick curls well past her bare shoulders.

     At the bottom of the stairs, she slowly lowered her head and
looked directly into her stepbrother's big brown eyes.

     "No," she said.  "This is not what I'm going to model."

     "I didn't think so," Danny said evenly.  "I heard you were
going to be modeling underwear," he said derisively.

     "Lingerie!" Heather snapped back.  "Boys have underwear.
Women wear lingerie," she said haughtily.  "And you wear
underpants, don't you?  Do your little underpants have dolls on
them?  Or should I say 'action figures'?"

     "Heather!" Kelly warned again.    "Admit it.  Your brother
looks absolutely gorgeous in his tuxedo."

     Heather looked at her brother from head to toe and back up
again.

     "I've seen him look worse," she said, giving him her
greatest compliment.

     "Now let me see," Kelly mused as she opened her bag.  "Oh
yes.  Here it is," she said.  "For a second there, I thought I'd
forgotten to pack my hairbrush," she said, looking at her
daughter.  "Now you two listen to me.  There will be no fighting,
arguing, insult hurling or any other kind of naughtiness today.
Do you understand?  If either of you thinks I will hesitate to
use this hairbrush on your bare bottom in front of everyone at
the show, think again."

     "But, Mommy, I didn't do anything," Danny protested.

     "Continue to behave and you won't have anything to worry
about, will you?  Now, let's go."  Kelly opened the front door
and began walking toward her car.

     "They're just plain white, Heather," Danny whispered to his
sister as she walked out the door.

     "Yeah, sure they are," Heather quietly shot back.

     "They are!" Danny insisted.

     "Buzz Lightyear to the rescue," Heather softly sang.

     "You're going to model underwear," Danny hissed.  "Call it
whatever you want.  It's underwear and you're going to be showing
it everyone."

     Heather stopped at the passenger door of the car and lifted
her dress to her waist.  She pushed her pink, bikini-pantied
bottom out and wiggled her plump cheeks at her stepbrother. She
looked over her shoulder at him.  "To infinityyyy aaaaand
beyoooond," she quietly sang.  She opened the car door.

     "Stop it!" Danny shouted.

     Kelly shot a stern look at Danny.

     "Heather, ..." he began.

     "No.  I don't want to hear it," Kelly said, waving her hand.
"If you two don't know how to treat each other nicely, you are
not to speak to one another.  If I hear another word, Danny, you
will have a hot bottom and, Heather, you'll be modeling red
chubs.  Any questions?"

     Wordlessly, Danny climbed into the back seat.  Heather sat
next to her mother.

     "Good," Kelly said.  "Now we can go."


                               ****

     Kelly striding, Heather walking haughtily in her high heels,
Danny lagging behind, scowling and tugging at his bowtie, the
three entered the Cherry Blossom Room of the Regina Hotel.  There
were one hundred tables covered in white linen, surrounded by ten
chairs, each draped with matching fabric and tied in the back
with a large bow.  Dividing the room was a raised catwalk covered
in soft waves of red silk.  Behind it was a small stage backed
with ceiling to floor cherry red velvet drapes that spanned half
the width of the room.  There was a small, curved staircase on
each side of the stage; Kelly and Heather took one side, Danny
dragged himself over to the other.  Still frowning, he met them
onstage and reluctantly followed them through the heavy drapes to
the dressing room behind.

     Danny stopped short at what greeted him.  There was a blur
of activity he had not imagined, and a level of noise that the
drapes had somehow managed to conceal.  Two dozen girls, in open
robes, or simply dressed in the lingerie she would model, were
giggling, shouting angrily or talking excitedly.  There were a
dozen individual make up chairs and tables each with a
hairdresser/make up artist and an assistant.  The girls' hair was
being brushed, teased and sprayed.  Finishing touches on their
make up was being applied.  There were pots, jars, tubes and
compacts of foundation, lipstick, blush, eyeliner, shadow and
mascara.  There were eyelash curlers, hot curlers and curling
irons on every table.  Orders were barked out at assistants to
get eyeliner a shade lighter or darker than the one they'd
already brought; paler, brighter, darker lipstick; for super hold
hairspray with the flecks of gold and another order for some
without.  And for every model, there was a mother complaining
about her daughter's look and the lack of attention she was
getting:  Too much of this, not enough of that and every one of
them convinced her daughter was not modeling the prettiest
lingerie in the show and why not she demanded to know.  No other
girl there was as beautiful or as shapely as her daughter.

     Danny, his tie forgotten, stared open-mouthed and wide-eyed
at the half naked teenage girls.

     "Danny darling, you were right," Kelly purred.  "There's no
need for you to be here.  I'm so sorry for having insisted.  I'll
take you home right now."

     Danny, staring at the girls, shook his head.

     "Hmmm?" Kelly asked.

     "Unh unh," Danny croaked.

     "Excuse me?"  Kelly asked, taking her stepson's chin in her
hand and lifting.

     Danny stared blankly at Kelly.

     "Uh.  No.  I, um, think I should stay," he glanced around
the room.  "I can help."

     "What a thoughtful boy you are," Kelly praised and kissed
his cheek.

     Heather rolled her eyes.  The lead hairdresser gave a final,
quick, spray to a model's hair before hastily dismissing her and
waving Heather over.

     "Here's our star!" she called out brightly.

     The din lowered imperceptibly for a moment while models,
their mothers, and hairdressers looked at Heather.  They stared
at her up and down and offered looks of indifference, resentment
or disdain before adding new gossip and louder voices to the
boisterous room.

     "Hi, Beverly," Heather chirped, beaming as she walked toward
the woman.

     "The first thing we have to do, Heather, is get you out of
this cute little dress," Beverly said, "and into a robe.  Come
with me."

     Kelly dropped her bag of emergency supplies onto the floor
at the hairdresser's station and followed her daughter and
Beverly into a small dressing area enclosed with thin curtains on
three sides and facing a wall on the fourth.

     Danny stood exactly where he entered the room, directly in
front of the red velvet drapes as though he was rooted to the
spot.  He looked around, capable only of moving his eyes.

     "And who are you? " a curious voice called into the din.

     Danny turned his head and looked into the large ebony eyes
of a raven-haired beauty lounging in one of the make up chairs.
Her long legs were crossed and encased in sheer, black thigh high
stockings trimmed in lace.  There was a black, pointy-toed high
heel pump dangling from one slender foot.  The other shoe lay on
the floor.  Danny stared at the girl's feet.  The girl wiggled
the toes of the shoeless foot.   Danny's eyes grew large; his
mouth fell open.

     "It's not my toes that are talking.  I'm up here, big boy,"
the girl said.

     Danny gazed from the girl's ankle, up her calf, past her
knee to her thigh and up the black lace teddy, past the black
lace hearts, like fallen petals swirling across her ample
breasts, to her full and smirking ruby lips, and up to her
sparkling ebony eyes fringed with long curly lashes.

     "I'm Danny.  I'm Heather's brother," he gestured toward his
stepsister, sitting like a queen in Beverly's chair.

     Lauren glanced in Heather's direction.  "I'm sure it's a lot
of fun having her for a sister."  She looked Danny over.  "She
never told me she had such a cute brother.  How old are you?"

     "Twelve," Danny announced with a blush.

     "How sweet!  I remember when I was twelve.  It's a great
age."

     "How old are you now?"

     "Fourteen," she said with a sigh.  "Nearly fifteen,
actually.  Just nine more months.  It goes by so quickly."  She
studied her bright red fingernails.   "What are you doing here?"
she asked, snapping out of her reverie.

     "I'm just here to help."

     "Help with what?"

     Danny shrugged.  "I don't know.  Do stuff.  Help people,
girls, with, uh, whatever."

     "Well, then, you can help me."  She lifted the foot with the
dangling shoe.  "Put my shoe back onto my foot.  Pleeeeease."

     Danny bent over and cradled the girl's foot in his hand.  He
gently eased the shoe onto her foot and placed the slender strap
above her heel.  He looked up at Lauren with a broad grin.

     "Do you want me to put the other one on, too?"

     Lauren pouted.  "That foot hurts.  Would you rub it for me?"
She uncrossed her legs and placed her foot on Danny's chest.
"Are you going to model, too?"  she asked, giving Danny a once
over.  "Are you going to strut the catwalk in your tux?"

     "No." Danny, holding Lauren's toes, looked down at his white
shirt and black jacket.  "Momm, um, mom, my mom, that is, uh ...,
Kelly, said I should wear it." He looked back at the girl, losing
himself in her fathomless eyes.

     "Smart mommy," she said with a smirk.  "Toes, Danny!  Rub my
toes," she demanded.

     "Danny, what are you doing?" Kelly asked glancing from her
son to Lauren and back again.

     "Helping."  Danny looked at his stepmother while he rubbed
Lauren's toes between his fingers.

     Kelly beamed at him and kissed his cheek.   "Isn't he
adorable?  "Are your little toes feeling better now?" she asked
Lauren.   "My sweet baby is needed elsewhere."

     Danny blushed with a heat that surged through his entire
body.  "Mooooom," he moaned, his eyes pleading with Kelly.

     Kelly smiled, Lauren laughed and pulled her foot away.

     "Run along, sweet baby," she sang.  "I'll see you later."

     Danny turned away.  "Are you just going to embarrass me all
day long?" he asked Kelly in a whisper.

     "Do you see that model over there?  The one who is silver
from head to toe?" Kelly asked Danny, ignoring his question.
"Some of the silver has come off because her mommy thought she
needed a little spank on her bottom.  I guess her mommy doesn't
think she is too old to be spanked," Kelly informed Danny with a
meaningful look.  "So, one of her little silver chubs now has a
bit of pink in it.  You are needed to re-apply body paint.
Unless, of course, it will embarrass you too much to do it?"

     "No.  It's okay.  I'll be fine," Danny quickly assured his
mother.

     "Because if it will embarrass you, I can do it," Kelly
offered.

     "No.  No.  I'd better do it.  I'm supposed to help, aren't
I?"

     Danny walked toward model who was standing, hand on one
slender hip, next to a table loaded with pots and jars of body
paint, glitter and make up. Her entire body has been painted
silver and she wore a silver wig of straight hair that fell to
her shoulders.  Danny stared at her, starting with her feet.  She
wore silver platform shoes with heels that were at least five
inches high.  It was a long trip from her ankles to her thighs.
She had the longest legs Danny had ever seen.  She wore a tiny
pair of silver lam‚ bikini panties that were cut to her waist and
held together with slender strings.  Danny's eyes continued the
tour up her body to the plunging silver lam‚ halter bra that
struggled to contain her breasts, up to her full silver lips, and
on up to the large smokey eyes that stared back at him.

"Hi, I'm Sidra.  You must be Heather's brother," she said
with a smile, her voice soft and fluid.

     Danny nodded.

     Sidra turned to her side and looked behind her. "Can you see
that little pink spot on my bottom?" she asked.  "It needs to be
covered with more body paint.  Can you do it?"

     Danny, staring at the little pink cheek, nodded again.
Sidra handed him a jar.  She bent her knee and lifted her chub,
offering it to him.  Danny held the jar and continued to stare.
Sidra wiggled her hip and giggled.

     "Paint me, Danny."

     Danny swallowed hard, knelt on the floor and dipped his
fingers into the jar.  He slowly applied a small amount to the
pink spot, carefully blending the paint.

     "Your mom spanked you, huh?"

     "No!" Sidra sharply denied.  "She just, ... sort of gave me
a little, um, kind of smack.  A light one.  It was nothing."

     "Couldn't have been too light.  It's all pink right here.
So, it must have been hard enough to sting.  It looks like ..."

     "Are you going to analyze it or paint it?" Sidra asked
angrily.

     Danny dipped his fingers into the jar again.

     "Why did she spa, ... give you that little smack?" he asked

     "She thinks I have a bad attitude sometimes.  That I act
like a model.  Uh, hello!?  I am a model.  She said that
sometimes I don't treat people very well and I hurt their
feelings and that I don't care."  She shrugged.  "I don't mean to
do it."

     "I think you're being really nice to me," Danny said,
gliding his silver-laden fingertips around the small, full, chub.

     "Thank you.  You're really sweet to do this for me.  Heather
didn't tell me how nice you were."  She ran her silver fingers
through Danny's hair.  "She didn't tell me how cute you were,
either.  I'll bet all the girls at school are in love with you."

     Heat rushed to Danny's face and burned brightly.  He
shrugged as casually as he could.  "Just one," he assured Sidra.
"I mean, as far as I know."

     "Don't break her heart," Sidra ordered in her soft voice.
"I think that spot is covered now.  Don't make it darker than the
rest of me, otherwise, you'd have to re-paint my whole body."

     "I can do that," Danny offered, looking up at Sidra. "I
don't mind."

     Sidra smiled down at him and winked.  "Heartbreaker."

     "Danny?  Are you finished yet?" Kelly called.  "Come over
here, Baby, I need you."

     Sidra raised her silver eyebrows.  "Bye, Danny."

     Danny sighed and walked over to his stepmother.

     "I was going to paint her whole body," he pouted.  "Why did
you call me over here?"

     "You have been a naughty boy since you got up this morning,"
Kelly scolded, placing her hands on Danny's shoulders.  "You
complained about wearing a tuxedo, you quarreled with Heather,
you pouted all the way here and now you're angry because you
can't spend even more time with models you didn't want to meet to
begin with."

     Although the din in the room drowned out Kelly's voice,
there was no mistaking the scold in her body, or the blushing
submissiveness of Danny's posture.

     "Now, if you can't find a way to behave yourself," Kelly
warned sternly, her voice rising, "these pretty models are going
to see your bare bottom being spanked over my knee."  She turned
Danny around and gave his bottom a firm smack.

     "Ow! Okay," Danny murmured.  "I'm sorry."

     Danny looked around furtively to see if the models and
fashion show personnel were watching.  He could see that most of
the people in the room were too busy to bother noticing what was
going on with anyone other than the models.  He glanced at
Heather who sneered at him.  He turned his head and saw that
Lauren was staring back at him.  He blushed and stared at the
floor.

     "Leticia needs some help.  Do you think you can give her a
hand without whining?" Kelly asked.

     Danny nodded.  He looked up at his stepmother and offered
her a look of apology with his huge dark eyes.  Kelly laughed
despite herself and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him
tightly.

     "Naughty boy," she whispered.

     "Who's Leticia?" Danny asked when Kelly had let go.

     "I am," a lilting voice informed him.

     Danny turned around and looked at the blond, blue-eyed girl,
who smiled shyly at him.  All the girls were pretty, but this one
had a glow about her.  Danny didn't know the words to describe
this aura.  The other girls were nice, he thought, but this one
seemed sweet and gentle.  Like Snow White, he decided, except
with blond hair.  Hair that curled and waved in cascades across
her shoulders and down to the middle of her back.  She was
wearing a corset in a pink so soft and pale it looked like white
was blushing.   Her little breasts were bursting out the top,
with only a narrow band of satin to conceal her nipples.   Her
long sleeve, iridescent robe was white with pearly hints of pink.
Tightly gathered and fastened under her breasts, it fell
gracefully to floor and boasted a long train.  She wore sheer
stockings in the same color as her corset, fastened with garters
trimmed with pink roses.  Her shoes, trimmed in matching lace and
pearls, had sculpted four inch heels.

     "Would you mind helping me?" she asked a dazed Danny.  Her
Cupid bow lips wore a light, glossy trace of barely there pink
lipstick.

     Danny both nodded and shook his head.  Leticia laughed, the
sound of crystal glasses touching. She turned around.

     "There are ribbons on my corset that need to be tied into
bows.  They go all the way down my back and there is also one at
my waist," she explained.  "Would you tie them for me, please?"

     Danny didn't see any ribbons.  He was looking at her white
ruffled bikini panties.
Leticia turned her head.

     "Oh, yes.  Aren't they silly?  What teenage girl wants
ruffles on her panties?  These are for little people, don't you
agree?"

     Danny both nodded and shook his head.  Leticia wiggled her
bottom and the ruffles fluttered.  She laughed as she watched
Danny's eyes roll back and forth like marbles.

     "Tie me up, Danny."

     "What!?"

     "I mean, tie my ribbons into bows.  Make them small and
neat," Leticia demanded in her soft, soothing voice.

     Danny began with the two ribbons at the top of the corset.

     "I know Heather is your sister," Leticia said, "but you two
don't look at all alike."

     "She's my stepsister," Danny informed the girl, struggling
to get his fingers to tie the slippery ribbons.

     "Is it true what they say about stepsisters?" she asked.

     "I don't know.  What do they say?" Danny asked, now working
on the second bow.

     "That they're mean.  Like stepmothers."  Leticia wiggled her
body.  "Oooh! that tickles!"

     Danny had pulled the two loops of ribbon to tighten the bow
and was trying to even the tails when Leticia wiggled.  The bow
he had struggled to tie became undone.

     "Nooooo!" Danny protested.

     "They're not mean?" Leticia asked.

     "No.  I mean, I wasn't talking about Heather.  Or Kelly.  I
meant, the ribbon came undone."  Danny started to tie the bow
again.  "Stepmothers aren't mean," he said, frowning in
concentration.  "Kelly's not."

     "And Heather?"

     Danny finished the bow and started on the last one.  "Well,
sometimes, she is.  It seems like she's always looking for
something, somewhere, that will make her happy," he mused as he
finished the bow.  "All done."

     "Already?"  Leticia pushed out her bottom.  "Will you fluff
up my ruffles?"

     Danny stared at the chubby ruffle-covered bottom, and at the
pale flesh of the cheeks that peeked out on either side of the
small panties.

     "Leticia!  Leticia, come here," one of the hairdressers
called.  "I have to finish your make up.  It's almost time for
you to go on.  You're' the first, you know."

     Leticia turned to Danny.  "Thank you for helping me."  She
leaned over and kissed his cheek.

     She walked toward the hairdresser, the ruffles of her
panties bouncing with each step.  Danny stood there with his
hands still outstretched, ready to fluff.

     "How could you tease that boy like that?" the hairdresser
rebuked.  "Pushing your bottom out at him?  Go over to my table
and wait for me."  The woman walked away.

     "But I'm the good one, Leticia quietly protested before
walking over to the table.


     "Hi!  Are you looking for something?"

     Danny blinked and dropped his hands to his sides.  He turned
to the girl standing next to him.

     "Huh?  I mean, excuse me?"

     "I said 'are you looking for something'?  You look like you
don't know which way to go."

     "Oh.  No, I'm not looking for anything.  I'm just helping.
I'm ... helping the models.  I'm Danny.  Heather's brother."

     "Oh!  So you're Danny!  Someone told me Heather's brother
was here, but I didn't know you were him.  I'm Kim."  She
giggled.  "That's a rhyme, isn't it?  Him and Kim."

     Danny glanced around the room.  He was the only boy there.
The only anyone in a tuxedo.

     "Were you looking for me?" he asked.

     "No."

     "But you said, ... you, ... uh, never mind, he said, shaking
his head.  "Do you need some help?"

     "Well, you can tell me what you think of my outfit."  Kim
smiled brightly and held her arms straight out from her sides to
afford the best view.

     Danny started with her head.  She looked like she was
dressed for a day at the beach with her large sun hat.  Her hair
was a thick, glossy chestnut that fell straight to her shoulders.
Her eyes were a warm and sparkling brown with flecks of gold in
them.  She had tiny freckles across the bridge of her pert nose.
Her pale red lips seemed to curve in a permanent smile.  She wore
a bra of red checks trimmed in a narrow band of white ruffled
lace.  Danny scanned down her slender body to her panties.  Kim
turned around.  Snug boy shorts that looked like denim, but were
of a silk so thin as to be nearly transparent.  Each leg was
slightly shirred and allowed the tenderest part of each plump
cheek to show.  She turned around again.  Kim's slim legs were
bare and her feet were adorned only with the pale red nailpolish
that matched her lipstick.

"So?  What do you say?" Kim asked.

     Danny, staring at her little toes, gulped.  "Perfect," he
croaked.

     "Whew!  That's a relief.  I didn't know what to think.  I
wish they'd do something different with my hair.  I mean, it
looks all nice and shiny, you know?  But there's, like, a ton of
spray on it."  Kim picked up a lock of her hair.  "It feels like
straw."

     "It looks nice," Danny said sincerely.

     "Thank you.  Can you think of anything else I need?" Kim
asked, turning around slowly for him.

     Danny stared at the girl's chubs peeking out from under her
snug panties.

     "Well, you might need some freckles painted on your bottom.
I could do that."

     "Freckles on my bottom?  I thought they were supposed to be
on my nose."

     "Well, you could have some on your bottom, too, you know, to
match.  I think that would be good," Danny said, nodding in
agreement at his idea.

     Kim shrugged.  "Okay.  If you think so."  She turned around.

     Danny picked up a paintbrush and pulled a single bristle
from it.  He dipped it in brown body paint.  He knelt down, his
face just inches away from Kim's chubby bottom.  He steadied his
hand against her flesh and began to lightly dot freckles.

     "Oooh!  That tickles!" Kim yelped, wiggling her bottom.

     "You have to hold still," Danny commanded.  "You smeared the
paint," he said using a fingertip to wipe it off, rubbing the
spot and the area around it."

     "Isn't it off yet?" Kim asked, turning her head around.

     "Almost," Danny choked.  "Stand still."  He dipped the
bristle in paint and again dotted the girl's bottom.  "Okay, I
guess that's enough," Danny said regretfully.

     Kim turned her head and tried to see her bottom.

     "I think you're going to have to use a mirror," Danny
suggested.

     "Kim, if this boy is here to help and you're done with him,
I could use him."

Danny whirled around to face another model.

     "Should I just leave, then?  Okay.  Thank you, Danny, for
helping me.  You have been very nice."  Kim turned and walked
away.

     "Honestly, sometimes I think that girl has no brains at
all."  She held out her hand to Danny.  "Hi.  I'm Caitlin."

     "Hi," Danny greeted her shyly.

     "I think I need more body glitter.  Anyway, I want more."
She handed the pot of gold glitter to Danny. She put her hands on
her hips.  "I have some in my hair, along with highlights," she
pointed out.

     Danny looked at Caitlin's tawny hair that had been teased
and shaped into a beautiful mane of curls and waves that fell
just past her shoulders.

     "And some around my eyes," Caitlin looked directly at Danny.

     Danny looked into her deep green eyes.  There were tiny dots
of gold glitter that formed a line from the outside edge of her
eyes to her temples.

     "And I have some up here." She touched her fingertips to the
cleavage of her chest.  "And here." She pointed to the tops of
her thighs, just above her stockings.  "But I think I need some
here, too," she said, turning her back to Danny and pointing her
long gold fingernails at her bottom.

Danny, pot of glitter in his hand, stared at the pale chubs
that had been excluded from Caitlin's outfit.  A sheer teddy with
gold lam‚ panties that fit like a second skin and trimmed in
mink.  And lower, sheer gold thigh high stockings, also trimmed
in faux fur.  And lower still, gold sandals with heels high
enough to make it look like she was walking on her toes, toes
that were polished in the same gold as her fingernails.

     "Dab some glitter right here," Caitlin ordered, pointing to
her bare cheeks.  "I want every part of me to shine."

     Danny dipped his fingertips into the pot and lightly touched
Caitlin's firm, soft bottom.

     "Be sure to dab it all over.

     Danny took a deep breath, prayed he wouldn't faint, and
dabbed glitter onto the plump, pale, bare flesh in front of him.
If Kelly interrupted him this time, he thought, at least he was
going to touch both bare cheeks before she pulled him away.

     "Mmmm," Caitlin murmured.  "Your hand is so warm."  She
pushed her bottom out to him.  "More."

     Danny dipped each of his fingertips into glitter before
setting the pot on the table. He gently touched both of Caitlin's
bare cheeks with his hands, leaving a small paw print on each
chub.

     "Oh my God!  What are you doing!?"   Beverly shrieked.

     Danny and Caitlin turned their heads and looked at the upset
woman, Danny's fingers still on Caitlin's bottom.

     "Get your hands off her!" she ordered, slapping Danny's
hands away.  "Caitlin!  I told you no more glitter!  Ohhh, what
am I going to doooo?" she wailed.  "There's no time to remove it
properly and wiping it off will just make a bigger mess.
Arrggggh!  I could just spank you.  Both of you!" she finished,
looking at Danny.

     "What's going on?  Why did you slap my son's hands" Kelly
asked, pulling Danny to her.

     "Look at what he did!" Beverly exclaimed, pointing to
Caitlin's bottom.  "There's glitter all over it.  It's a mess."

     "Danny, why did you do that?" Kelly gently asked her son.

     "I was just trying to help," he explained, staring at
Caitlin's bottom.

     "I told him to do it," Caitlin said.  "I decided I needed
more."

     "Well, that's just great!" Beverly said.   "The show is
about to start and you're going to walk out there looking like a
sparkler on the fourth of July."

     Caitlin stared back at the woman for a heartbeat before
shrugging, more with her eyebrows than with her shoulders.

     "What you do with her bottom is between you and her mother,"
Kelly explained heatedly.  "But don't touch any part of my son
again.  If you have a problem with him, come to me."

     "Fine.  I'm sorry, okay?  Just keep him away from the
models.  And that includes Heather.  I don't care if she is his
sister, I don't want him to touch her."

     "I don't want to touch her," Danny protested.

     "All right, Baby, come with me," Kelly quickly suggested.
"I think you've helped enough for one day," she said, holding
onto his shoulders and leading him to his sister's chair.

     Heather sat in the hairdresser's chair, her legs crossed,
and looked at her stepbrother with great disdain.

     "I knew we shouldn't have brought him with us," she told her
mother, while looking at Danny.  "It didn't take you very long to
ruin everything."

     "I didn't ruin anything!"

     "Heather!  Danny!"  Kelly warned.  "Not another word from
either of you.  I had enough of your squabbling before we got
here.  I'm not going to put up with any more of it.  If either of
you insults the other," Kelly began, pointing to each of her
children, "I'm going to spank you in front of everyone.  Don't
think I won't, Heather.  If you start anything else today, you'll
walk out onto that stage with a red bottom."

     Heather gave her mother an innocent look with her big blue
eyes.  "I won't say another word, Mommy, I promise."

     Danny glowered at her.

     "I'm going to see if I can help Beverly get that glitter off
Caitlin's bottom.  You two stay here and out of trouble."

     The moment her mother's back was turned, Heather stuck her
tongue out at her brother.  Danny narrowed his eyes and stared at
his sister.  Heather pointed to Danny's tuxedo and mimed
laughter, holding her hand over her mouth.  She then began to
mimic a monkey.

     "Is that what you're going to wear?" Danny calmly asked,
pointing to Heather's outfit.  "All the other models are wearing
beautiful lingerie.  Why are you wearing a cut up tablecloth?" he
sneered.

     "Waaaaahhhhh!" Heather wailed over the din in the room.

     "Don't cry, Heather!  Oh for the love of God, don't cry!"
Beverly called, running toward her star, Kelly close behind.
"You'll smear your make up."

     "Heather, honey, what's wrong?" Kelly asked, putting her
arms around her daughter.

     "Dannyyyyy," she sobbed, dry-eyed.  "He said I looked like I
was wearing a  tablecloooooth.  And all the other models were
pretty."

     "Danny!"  Kelly exclaimed.  "What did I just tell you?"

     Wide-eyed, Danny shook his head and pointed at his sister.
"But she, ..."

     "Did she say anything to you?" Kelly asked.

     "She, lau, bu, made, uh ..." Danny sputtered.

     "Well?" Kelly asked.

     Danny sighed.  "No, but ..."

     "Come with me," Kelly insisted, taking her son's hand.

     "Mom, no, wait," Danny pleaded.

     "I should turn you over my knee and show your bare bottom to
everyone while I spank you," Kelly scolded, pulling her
protesting son to the curtained dressing area.  "That's what I
promised you.  Another word and I will."

     Kelly threw back the thin curtains, the clips clinking on
the metal rod, and pulled Danny into the area with her.  She
threw the curtain back managing to close it about three quarters
of the way, leaving a small bit of it open at the other end.  She
sat down on a chair and swiftly removed Danny's jacket before
quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants while he protested
the unfairness of this discipline.  She pulled down his trousers
and pulled him over her knees.  Without so much as a warming
spank, she tugged down his white briefs to his knees, raised her
hand and smacked her stepson's bare bottom.

     Lauren leaned back in her chair, craning her neck to see.

     "Uh!"  Danny flinched at the first sharp spank and looked up
to find the curtain open and the models and make up artists
staring at him.  "Mom!  They can see!" he complained as the
second smarting spank struck his bottom.

     "Good!" Kelly said, spanking Danny's chubs back and forth.
"Now they know what happens to a naughty boy.  Maybe they won't
so tempted to misbehave themselves today."

     Heather studied her smug smile in the mirror while her make
up artist performed her touch ups.

     Kelly continued her efforts, giving one smack to each cheek
and one in the middle.

     Sidra hastily turned away with a blush.

     "I warned you, Danny.  I warned Heather and you to behave.
I thought she would be the one getting spanked today.  I never
thought it would be you," she scolded, spanking just the chubby
arch of his bottom.

     "I didn't do anything," Danny protested, grimacing at the
sting.

     Over the din in the room, the sounds of the spanks were just
one more noise, indistinguishable from the cacophony of other
sounds.  Walking by, Caitlin happened to peek in.  She caught a
glimpse of Danny's bare, pink bottom just as Kelly's hand landed
a sharp spank. She turned her head quickly, adding a brief
grimace to her expression as she made her way toward her chair.

     "You heard me, didn't you?  I told you I would spank you if
you didn't stop quarreling with your sister.  You've done nothing
but sulk and complain all day today and now you've made Heather
cry on her special day," Kelly chastised.  She spanked over to
one chubby cheek and smacked it all over in her lazy style while
watching his white flesh blush to pink.  Danny twitched his cheek
with every moderate smack as his skin prickled with heat.

     "Ooooh!  She made faces at meeee," Danny defended himself,
squirming on his stepmother's lap.

     "I don't understand why you are being so naughty today.  I
thought you would enjoy helping all the pretty models," Kelly
mused, spanking toward her stepson's other pudgy chub.  "I
thought you would be happy just being around them."

     Mothers gathered their daughters and pulled their attention
away from the make shift dressing area.

     "I didn't mean iiiiit!" Danny cried.  He began to kick his
legs against the biting heat in his bottom.

     "But, no, you had to tease your sister.  This is a very
important day for her.  Why couldn't you let her have it?" Kelly
asked, spanking briskly back and forth across Danny's red,
bouncing bottom.

     Two of the hairdressers called out to a couple of models for
finishing touches.

     "I didn't!" Danny protested and started to cry.  "She was
making fun of me.  Owwww!  She laughed at my tuxedo.  Oooooh!
She called me a monkey."

     Kelly landed biting smacks all over Danny's squirming chubs.

     "You said she didn't say anything to you," Kelly reminded
him, resting her hand for a moment on her stepson's hot bottom.
"I don't want to hear about what she said this morning.  I told
you not five minutes ago to behave.  I told both of you not to
say a word to one another.  And you admitted you said her outfit
looked like tablecloth.  Didn't you?"

     "Yes, but, ..." Danny began to explain.

     "Then what else is there to say?" Kelly asked, raising her
hand again and smacking her son's tender bottom.  "I'm going to
spank you right where you sit.  That ought to remind you to
behave."  She looked at the tender flesh where bottom cheek meets
thigh and began spanking the pale flesh back and forth with flat
smacks.

     The director of the show stood next to the side entrance to
the stage.  She glanced around the room, doing a double take when
she got to Danny.  Over the uproar in the room , she quickly
gathered the younger models together and fairly shouted last
minute instructions.

     "Owww!  Heather just pretended to be a monkey," Danny
screeched, his legs pummeling the air.  "She made faces at me!
Owwww!  Stooooop!" he pleaded, his thighs hot and bitten from his
stepmother's strong hand.  "Why does she get to tease me and I
can't say anything to her?" Danny complained, and burst into
fresh tears.  "She gets away with everythiiiiing!"

     Kelly spanked up her stepson's bottom and landed a final
spank on the middle of Danny's flushed chubs.

     The director looked around and counted the older girls who
were nearly ready to go on.  At least they were not in any
trouble.  Despite the pandemonium, this was already better than
last year's show.

"I know Heather can be a trial, Baby," Kelly murmured,
stroking her stepson's fiery bottom with her warm, soft hand.
"It probably does seem as though she gets away with everything.
She really does get her share of spankings, too, she defended
herself.  "I promise you she'll get spanked today, too, if she
doesn't stop teasing you.   Even if this is her big day, I'll
pull her little bikini right down and spank her in front of
everyone.  In the meantime, please just stay away from her.
Okay?"

     Danny nodded, tears still flowing, while Kelly gently
stroked his bottom.

     Even Lauren looked away from the intimate scene.  Heather
did, too, more in disgust that out of respect for Danny's
feelings.

     "All right, now, let's get you dressed again."  She pulled
up his briefs and trousers and helped him to stand.  She tucked
in his shirt, buttoned and zipped his pants.  She stood up and
hugged him tightly.  She kissed his cheek.  She lifted his chin
and looked into his big, dark brown eyes.    She lightly kissed
his mouth.  "Are you going to be a good boy for Mommy?"

     Danny nodded and Kelly hugged him to her again.  After Danny
put on his jacket, he sheepishly stepped back into the main room,
daring only to look at the floor.  The crowd of onlookers quickly
turned away, pretending not to notice him.  Only Sidra did not
look away.  She walked over to him and put her hand on his
shoulder.

     "Are you okay?" she asked gently.

     Danny nodded, staring at the teen's silver toes, tears in
his eyes.

     "My mom did that to me, too."

     Danny looked up at her, staring into her kind, smokey eyes.

     "Yeah.  I know.  I covered up the spot."

     "I don't mean today.  That was just a little smack.  I mean
she's really spanked me before.  Like you just got spanked.  You
know what I mean?  Bare bottom. Over her knee. In front of
everyone.  It hurt and I cried and I just wanted to die of
embarrassment  So, I know how you feel."

     Danny managed a small smile, picturing the girl's bare
bottom over her mother's knee, bouncing in response to each
spank, her long, slender legs kicking in protest.  "Thanks," he
said.  "I didn't think models got spanked."

     "Well, I do.  And I hope that sister of yours gets one, too,
before this day is over." Sidra looked over at Heather, being
fussed over by two make up artists.  "I saw what she did to you.
The faces she was making.  I know what she's like," Sidra looked
at Danny again.  "I think that tux looks great on you.  I meant
what I said earlier, too.  You're cute.  You really are," she
said with a smile.

     Danny grinned back at the pretty girl and blushed.

     Sidra giggled.  "I wonder if your bottom is as red as your
face."

     Danny laughed and looked away.

     "All right, everyone, it's time!  Let's get you ready to
walk the walk!" the director ordered.  "You're going to stride
down the catwalk like you own it!  Swivel those hips!  No one
looks better in this lingerie than you do.  You're young.  You're
beautiful.  You're perfect.  Everyone girl and woman out there
wishes she were you.  Flaunt it!  Are you ready?"

     Nearly bursting with excitement, the teens lined up.  They
erased their childlike grins and adopted the haughty, bored
expression of the supermodel.

     Two groups of smaller girls, ranging in age from eight to
twelve, stood at the side entrances to the stage and waited for
their cue.

     "Ladies and Gentlemen," the narrator announced, "the wait is
over!  The secret you've all been dying to know is about to be
revealed.  Are you expecting beautiful models?" she teased.  "We
have them!  What will they be wearing, you wonder?  This!" she
gestured with a sweep of her arm and the two groups of small
girls bounded onto the stage, twirling, cavorting, tiptoeing over
the red silk draped on the floor, dressed in cotton bikini
panties, tankinis, midriff-baring tank tops, or tiny bras in
every pastel color.

     "Introducing ... Teengerie!" the narrator declared to a
burst of applause.  "What little girl would not want to leap out
of bed each morning and get ready for school if she had such
delectable panties to wear?"

     The girls pranced all over the stage and down the catwalk,
happily showing off their pretty panties.

     "Too young for string bikinis, you say?  Not these panties.
Look!  Each pastel bikini comes with a satin bow already tied and
sewn right on to each side of the panties."

     Each little model lifted and pushed up her tiny hip and
tugged at the stationary bow.

     "No chance it will come untied, but what if did?  No
problem.  The panties are complete without the bow.  Your little
girl will feel all grown up and you will feel safe knowing that
bow simply decorates already beautiful little panties."

     The girls pranced and danced off the stage.  The lights
dimmed.  Backstage the teen models lined up for the moment in the
spotlight.  Leticia reached behind her and fluffed the ruffles on
her panties.

     "Danny!" Leticia called.  "Give me a little spank for good
luck."  She pushed out her bottom.

     Danny rushed forward and offered a light smack over the
girl's ruffled bottom.

     "Ooooh!" she squealed.  She stood up straight and focused on
the curtains in front of her and waited for her cue.

     "Pretty cotton panties are fine for pretty little girls you
say, but what about teenage girls? Is there nothing designed
especially for them?  What do you say to this?!"

     In a single motion, the lights were brought back up, the
silk was whisked from the stage to reveal a yellow path of
bricks, the red velvet curtains opened and the strains of
"Somewhere Over the Rainbow" filled the room.

     Leticia strode onto the yellow brick road in her pale pink
corset, and four inch heels trimmed in lace and pearls.  She had
not managed the arrogant look, instead her bright blue eyes
sparkled, her smile was shy and her face blushed a slightly
deeper pink than her lingerie.

     "Our 'good witch' melts your heart in her flowing opalescent
robe and corset of blushing pink with garters and sheer, pale
stockings.  This is not your mommy's corset.  Designed to fit
comfortably snug at the waist, it displays a pretty row of tiny
pink bows all down the back.  And that's not all."

     Leticia unsnapped the bow of her robe and let it fall.  She
lifted her long blond hair to the top of her head and slowly
turned around, revealing the bows and, to the delight of the
audience, her ruffled panties.  She glanced over her shoulder,
wiggled her bottom, and winked.  Rewarded with cheers and
applause, Leticia strode back down the catwalk and behind the
curtain, her ruffles bouncing with every step.

     "Eeeeee!" she squealed.  "Did you see me?  That was so much
fun!" she clasped her hands bounced up and down in her impossibly
high shoes.  She hugged her mother, the director, and Danny.  The
models patted her bottom as she went by.

     'Danny!  Come here!  Lauren called.  Give me a spank, too."
She pushed out a single chub.

     Grinning, Danny smacked the bare, chubby flesh.

     "Yah!"  Lauren jumped up and, smiling wickedly, waited for
her cue.

     "We've seen the good.  Is it time for the bad?  Well, she's
not really bad.

     Lauren strode out onto the stage, her haughty, heavy-lidded
look perfectly in place.

"You'll feel perfectly wicked in this outfit, girls.  Bad
Witch Lauren is wearing a cut up to there, black lace teddy with
a perfectly sheer cape that just skims the tops of her thighs.
Is she naughty?  Well, she has quite a collection of beautiful
lace hearts gathered across her breasts.  Do you suppose she
stole them from her lovesick boyfriends?  Her sheer, black
stockings are trimmed in lace and are thigh high.  If you don't
like garters, toss them away.  There is no need for them when you
have stockings that stay up by themselves.  "

     Lauren untied the small bow and pulled the sheer cape off,
holding it at her side, dragging it carelessly on the floor, as
she turned around to show the back of her teddy and the pale
chubby cheeks it could not quite hold.

     "Oh!  You wicked, wicked girl!" the narrator rebuked the
haughty model who disappeared behind the curtain.

     Lauren grinned broadly and held up her hands for high fives
all around.  She winked at Danny. The models squirmed, nearly
dancing in place in their excitement.

     Kim touched the brim of her broad hat and tugged at the
bottom of her panties.

     "Danny?"  She pushed out her plump bottom, offering her bare
chubs.

     Danny used both hands to gently smack the bare flesh.
"Okay!  Go!" he demanded with a grin.

     Kim giggled, straightened up and began her strut.

     "Our beautiful scarecrow couldn't frighten anyone,
especially in this outfit.  The denim-look panties are called
'boy shorts, but our Kim most certainly looks like a girl,
doesn't she?"

     Kim walked along the stage with a bright smile, her feet
bare, her chubby bottom in the tight panties bouncing with every
step.

     "The panties are silk, and the only elastic is in the
waistband," the narrator continued. "There's a feminine shirr
along each leg that tickles the top of each thigh all the way to
the hip."

     Kim glided her long, red fingernails slowly up the shirring.

     "They're a perfect complement to her red checked, lace-
trimmed, deeply plunging, front closing bra."

     With a flirtatious smile, Kim ran her fingertips across the
white lace of her bra before turning around and strutting back
down the catwalk to the curtain.  Her snug panties curved up and
slightly over each pudgy bottom cheek, displaying her firm, bare
flesh and, to the delight of the audience, a sprinkling of tiny
freckles artfully painted on just for this occasion..

     "Our pretty scarecrow may not have a brain, but what's to
think about?  This lingerie is simply perfect!"

     When Kim slipped behind the curtains, she gave a small
squeal of excitement and clapped her hands.

     "Did you see me?" she asked.  "I walked all the way out
there!  And everyone saw me!  And they laughed at the freckles.
Danny! They laughed at the freckles!  They liked them!  I'm
sooooo glad you thought of painting those on me. That was so much
fun!"

     The models giggled in response to Kim's excitement.  Danny
beamed at her praise even as his face shaded to a bright red.

     "Aren't they beautiful?" the narrator asked the audience.
"But don't be fooled by the seeming ease with which our girls
walk out here and show you their lovely lingerie.  It takes a lot
of bravery to do it.  In this cast of characters, who is the most
courageous?" the narrator asked.  The audience murmured among
themselves before bursting into cheers.

     "Okay, okay," Caitlin said impatiently.  "It's my turn now.
Come on, Danny, give me one for luck," she ordered, pushing out
her bottom to him.

     "Give her a sharp one," Kelly whispered to her stepson.

     Danny pulled back and smacked her bottom hard.

     "Uhhhh!" Caitlin shrieked just as the curtain opened.  She
frowned at Danny who shrugged back at her.  She turned her back
to the tittering models, stood up straight, and took the stage.

     "And here she is!  The king, oops!  I mean, the queen of the
jungle.  Our Caitlin is wearing the traditional purple cape of
royalty, but you won't need a cloak to feel regal in this outfit.
Wait til you see it!"

     Caitlin, with her tawny mane of hair and serious green eyes,
forewent the trademark strut for an arrogant, cat-like glide.
Hands at her side, holding her cape away from her lingerie, she
glared at the audience.  At the end of the catwalk, she tossed
her mane of hair, untied her robe and tossed it aside.

     "And there it is!" the narrator cried.  "This is no ordinary
teddy for our lion.  Caitlin's gold lam‚ bikini panties are
trimmed in a narrow band of mink.  Attached is a sheer, leopard
print, body hugging fabric and attached to that is her gold lam‚
bra with front closure.  Completing this queen of the jungle look
is her gold thigh high stockings, also trimmed in mink."

     Caitlin turned around to show the back of her teddy cut into
thong panties, her smooth, plump bottom cheeks haughty.  The
audience of mothers gasped, the teens squealed as Caitlin stooped
down to pick up her cape. She straightened and paused
dramatically before walking proudly back along the stage in her
stiletto heels, tossing her mane as she went, her chubs bouncing.

     "Don't be afraid of this beautiful lion.  She's really a
pussycat."

     Behind the curtain, Caitlin smiled and put her hand over her
pounding heart.

     "Oooooh!" she breathed.

     Heather stood in front of the curtain.  She looked over at
Kelly, her eyes wide with terror and excitement.  Kelly smiled
and, nodding, gave her a thumbs up.  The models stood around her
patting her on the back and giving her arms light, encouraging
squeezes.

     "Well, we've seen all the creatures of Oz," the narrator
said.  "Excuse me?  Dorothy?  Oh, that's right!  Where is our
Dorothy?" the narrator asked.

     "Heather, you want a spank for luck?" Danny asked, his hand
already in position.

     Heather fixed him with a steely look.  "Don't even think
about it."

     The curtain opened and Heather stepped hesitantly out onto
the stage, carrying her basket with a puppy inside, a pair of
solid blue panties on his head.  There was a burst of applause
and peals of laughter.

     "Here she is!  And Toto, too!" the narrator announced.  "On
her way to Oz, our Dorothy is wearing blue and white checked
string bikini panties in slinky silk, tied with pretty blue
ribbons high on her hips."

     Heather smiled at the audience's reaction and began her
walk. The silk of her panties was so thin she felt naked.  She
resisted the temptation to touch them make sure they were still
there.

     "Her matching demi-cup bra, is trimmed with alternating
little blue bows and tiny yellow bricks."

     Heather walked slowly, the heels of her shoes too high for
the typical strut.  She widened her blue eyes in innocence and
pushed out her chest.  Her bottom jiggled in her skimpy panties.

     "And let's not forget those ruby slippers.  As you can see,
these have been updated.  These are four inches high and
counting!"

     At the end of the catwalk, Heather turned.  Her chubby
bottom cheeks peeked out from her barely there panties.  As she
approached the curtain, she glanced over her shoulder at the
audience.  Before it opened for her, Lauren, the Wicked Witch ran
onto the stage and grabbed Heather by the hand.

     "I've got you, my Pretty!  You aren't going to Oz!" Lauren
said.  "I am taking you to my castle where you will be imprisoned
until you give me those shoes.  I have to have them!"

     With that Lauren pulled Heather, who tottered off stage in
her high heel ruby slippers, to the laughing, applauding delight
of the audience.

     "Oh, whatever will Dorothy do?" The narrator wailed.  "Does
anyone know where the witch's castle is?" she asked.  "Little
People!  Where are you?"

     A group of girls ran onto the stage wearing various shades
of yellow in a variety of panty styles, training bras, tankinis
and midriff-baring tank tops.

     "We will find Dorothy!" they chorused.

     "No, we will!" shouted another group of girls who entered
the stage in varying hues of purple Teengerie.

     "We are the ones who will find her!" called another group
marching on the stage, wearing every shade of blue Teengerie.

     "Why don't you work together and all look for her?" the
narrator suggested.

     Each group eagerly nodded their heads and began running all
over the stage, the catwalk and into the audience in their
Teengerie panties and bras and tankinis searching for Dorothy.

     Backstage, the make up artists used the time to primp the
models.  Kelly joined in, helping with pots of lip gloss and cans
of hair spray.  Danny stood as close to the center of the group
of girls as he could.

     "Move, Danny!" Heather ordered.  "You're in my artist's
way."

     Danny stepped back and bumped into the director of the show.
He turned around to face her.

     "Excuse me," he murmured.

     The director looked into Danny's big brown eyes and smiled.

     "I have a great idea," she said.  "How would you like to be
the Wizard?"

     Danny frowned.

     "You get to wear a flowing black cloak," she cajoled, "and
you get to walk out onto the stage with all the models."

     "Okay!" Danny eagerly agreed.

     "No!" Heather shouted.  "I don't want him in my show!"

     "Heather!" Kelly breathed.  "You had better get rid of that
attitude right this minute," Kelly warned.  "There is plenty of
room for your brother to play a part in this, not your, show.  Do
you understand me?"

     Heather scowled and nodded.

     "I mean it, Heather," Kelly warned.

     "Okay, Mommy," Heather murmured.

     The director gestured for the costume fitter and told her
what she wanted.  The fitter took Danny by the hand to a dressing
room.  She ran her hand over the hangers until she found what she
was looking for.  She pulled out a large black cloak, took it off
the hanger and draped it over Danny.  Meanwhile, the director
whispered some instructions to one of the younger models and sent
her onstage.

     Danny stood up straight, lifted his chin, and adopted a
regal pose.  The fitter burst out laughing.

     "This looks more like it belongs on Darth Vader than on the
Wizard of Oz," she giggled.  "I'm going to have to make some
adjustments."

     Danny slumped in disappointment.

     "Oh, now, don't you worry, honey, I'll have you looking like
a wizard even ol' Vader himself would be afraid of."

     Setting to work, she quickly folded the hem of the cloak
under to prevent Danny from tripping on it and taped it into
place.  She tucked in the oversized collar.

     "All right," she said, nodding.  "Looks great.  Now all I
need to do is take in some of the bulk.  Two sided tape with
velcro!" she decided.  "That's what I'll use."  She looked around
her workshop, rapidly moving things around on a small table.
"Okay, don't move.  I'll be right back."

     When she left, Danny stood perfectly still for all of two
full seconds.

     "Darth Vader," he intoned, "I am the great and powerful
Wizard of ..."

     The door to the dressing room slammed shut and Danny could
hear a key turning in the lock.  He turned and stared at the door
with a frown.  He walked over to it, turned the knob and pulled.
Locked.  He knocked loudly on it and waited to hear a reaction.

     Outside, Heather tossed the key onto a table full of
cosmetics, then rushed back to the other models.

     "Heather!" The director shouted.  "Where have you been?"

     "Um, little girl's room," she murmured.

     "Where's Danny?" she asked.  "People!  I need my wizard
right now!"

     Danny pounded on the door with one fist.

     "Hey!  Let me out of here!" he shouted.

     "Oh my God!" the fitter shrieked when she pulled the knob to
the fitting room.  She raced over to the director, shouting with
every step.  "Danny's locked in the room!

     "Oh, Sweet Jesus!" the director cried.  "What next?"

     Kelly gasped and took a step in the direction of the fitting
room.

     "Where's the key?  Somebody break down the door!" the fitter
demanded.

     Kelly suddenly stopped and whirled around, searching for
Heather.  When she found her, she fixed her daughter with a
steely gaze.  With great effort, Heather looked back with wide
eyes and an innocent shrug.  Her brief show of strength
evaporated in the face of her mother's glare and she looked away.
Kelly strode over to her.

     "Give me the key, Heather," Kelly quietly demanded as she
approached, holding out her hand, not even bothering to ask her
daughter if she had locked Danny in the room.

     The director turned to face the show's star.  I knew that
one was trouble the second I saw her, she thought to herself.

     "I don't have it," Heather evaded.

     Kelly took another step toward her daughter.

     "Maybe it's on the table," Heather blurted, loudly enough
for the fitter to hear.

     The fitter ran to the table and threw things onto the floor
in her desperate search for the key.

     Kelly calmly walked over to the nearest folding chair,
picked it up and set it down in the circle of models.

     "No!  Mommy, no!" Heather pleaded.

     The models stared at the chair before looking at Heather.

     The fitter found the key and unlocked the door.

     Kelly sat down.  Heather shook her head.  Kelly turned
Heather over her knee.

     "Great," the director muttered.  "I had to ask 'what's
next'?"  She sighed and trotted over to the side of the stage.

     "Oops!" Lauren cried and then snickered.

     "Please, Mommy!" Heather pleaded.  "Not here!"

     Danny ran out of the dressing room, cape swirling around
him.

     "Wait!" the fitter cried.  "I need to tape you!" she called
as Danny ran toward the models.

     The director stood at the entrance to the stage.  She
gestured wildly to the girls onstage.  "I'll just tell one of the
girls to tell the others to stall for a few minutes while my star
is getting spanked," she muttered.  "Yes, perfectly typical
fashion show. I do so love working with kids."

     Kelly untied one of the tiny blue ribbons that held
Heather's panties on.

     Sidra closed her eyes and held her breath.  Her mother
nodded in approval.

     Heather held on to the leg of the chair.  "I'm sorry, Mommy,
please don't," she pleaded.

     Danny stopped abruptly at the fitter's command.

     Onstage, the groups of girls searched the audience and the
stage for Dorothy, but did not look at the director.

     Kelly untied the other tiny blue ribbon and pulled Heather's
panties off.

     "Oh!" Kim yelped.

     Heather jumped and tightened her bottom cheeks.  "Noooooo,"
she whimpered.

     The fitter finished the cloak and Danny walked quickly over
to his stepmother, the models, and his sister across Kelly's
knee.

     Kelly raised her hand over Heather's bare bottom.

     "Ooooh!" Leticia breathed with a grimace.

     One of the pre-teens girls called out:  "Maybe the Wizard of
Oz can help us find Dorothy."

     The stagehand, hearing his cue, pressed the button. The
curtain opened just as Kelly delivered the first smack to
Heather's bare bottom.

     "Ohhhh!" Heather squealed and the audience breathed.

     Kelly raised her hand again.  The curtain continued to open,
revealing the models staring at Heather/Dorothy's bare bottom.
Startled at the commotion from the audience, the models and
Heather jumped and turned to face the crowd. Kelly spanked
Heather's bottom again.

     "Nooooo!"

     Danny, standing behind Kelly's shoulder for the best view of
Heather's spanking, looked out at the audience.  He lifted his
head and straightened his posture.  He stepped out from behind
Kelly just as she smacked Heather's bottom again.

     "Owww!  Mommy, please waiiiiit!"

     Kelly raised her hand again.

     Danny glanced first at the Lion, then, on his other side, at
the Tin Man and Scarecrow.  He inclined his head toward the stage
and started walking.  The models smiled broadly and took the
stage with Danny the Wizard in the middle.

     Kelly rapidly spanked Heather's bottom back and forth in
sharp smacks with each step the models and Danny took.  They
strutted down the catwalk by the measure of Kelly's smacks on
Heather's plump, bare bottom, all the way to the edge of the
stage.  Pausing, each girl leaned in and kissed Danny's cheek.
Danny's eyes widened.  The audience laughed and applauded.

     "Well, it looks like everyone but Dorothy got what she
wanted from the great and powerful Wizard," the narrator
commented.

     The models and Danny turned and began the walk back. Along
the way, they watched each spank land on Heather's red bottom and
tops of her thighs.

     Heather, looked out at the audience.  She bent her knees and
brought her legs up to her bottom while her mother continued
spanking.

     The flustered narrator glanced at Heather being spanked
before looking back at the audience.  "I don't think that is the
trip Dorothy had in mind when she came here today.  What do you
think?"  She asked, glancing at Heather again.

     Her reddened bottom bouncing with each spank, Heather's ruby
slippers clicked together. "There's no place like home," she said
and burst into tears as the curtains closed.