Judge Not, Lest Thee Be Judged...

Glaring at Miranda and Amanda, Judge Parnell proceeded deliberately, "first -- and ladies let there be no mistake that this comment is directed squarely at the two of you -- women needn't dress like pop-stars or calendar girls to gain the respect or admiration of others. Ms. Silver -- do you think the way you're dressed -- or should I say undressed -- today is appropriate?"

As some of the older members of the audience nodded along with the judges' critique and the young girl began to squirm uncomfortably, Danielle played her advantage aggressively, "your skirt is shockingly short and your sweater barely covers your chest -- for shame Amanda, for shame."

While Amanda, turning red, covered her slightly exposed cleavage with her hand, the judge dug in to Miranda Ross, " and you Ms. Ross -- I can't imagine how you can breathe or walk in those pants they're so tight. And those heels must be 5" high and look not the least bit professional -- save for maybe a job in the world's oldest profession. To think that you're comfortable wearing such clothes in front of your own father is not merely inappropriate, it's disgraceful."

Glancing over at the girls' already mortified mothers, Danielle fixed on the next targets for her derision.

"But the fault doesn't lie completely with you two," Judge Parnell piously continued lecturing the young ladies. "The behavior of your mothers earlier today -- their approaching me outside proper legal channels in an attempt to leverage our being neighbors into a more lenient judgment by me of your case rather than relying on the law. That's the very type of behavior that, again, undercuts the sanctity of this community. It's the type of entitlement that passed down from their generation to yours, conveys a message, for example, that you can dress any way you want -- no matter how inappropriate that may be."

Almost drunk with her own power, but before going in for the kill, Mrs. Parnell, looking this time at the forlorn Adam Hess who had already witnessed both his wife's and daughter's humiliation, took one more swing, "it's bad enough that I have to endure the licentious glances of some of the men in this courtroom. But to think that you ladies, and your mothers, teachers and administrators not only lack the self-respect to challenge cronyism, sexism and misogyny but instead perpetuate it -- well -- it genuinely breaks my heart and gives me concern for the future of our town."

Smiling mischievously at Amanda's young but handsome boyfriend, Mrs. Parnell concluded, "what's a nice young man like Mr. Forseth to make of all this as he tries to navigate his future. For what it's worth young man, you have my apologies for the behavior of your classmates."

As the blood of the women she had just publicly humiliated boiled, and the blood of the men watching the sexy but domineering judge debase those women flooded immediately below their waists, the triumphant Judge Parnell, thrilled that she was about to completely avenge her young son Will, finally read her ruling.

"Miranda Ross and Amanda Silver, for the crime of attempted robbery, a Class I misdemeanor, I hereby find you guilty. In addition to a $500 fine to be paid today, you will each be required to spend this evening in the county lockup so that you can reflect on your behavior and, thereafter, to perform 250 hours each of community service. This court is now adjourned."

The punishment imposed upon the girls was the maximum permitted by law and far harsher than what had been requested by D.A. Duncan. As Rebecca Ross and Nicole Silver embraced their weeping daughters who had been depicted both as two-bit floozies and common street criminals by the pompous Judge Parnell, Adam Hess -- who himself felt completely emasculated -- again sounded his call to order -- "all rise."

What happened next would be long remembered as the day Karma meted out its justice in Davidson, Maryland. Pushing herself up forcefully from old Judge Ericson's high-backed chair, her voracious ego satisfied by the humiliation she had wrought upon her son's shamed antagonists, Mrs. Parnell again failed to notice the pull on the back of her robe. This time, however, the creaky chair's tack held fast to the preening prima donna's high-necked frock and, as she purposefully walked across the small platform to descend the three steps to the courtroom floor, a delicious scene began to unfold.

While the assembled group of Davidson's citizens looked on, the heavy chair appeared for a moment to follow the gorgeous if arrogant judge. But, as the determined jurist began to descend from her high perch, the chair's pursuit came to an abrupt stop against the immovable bench. The resulting effect of that action -- namely that the Honorable Judge Parnell's august robe pulled suddenly and tightly against her -- would be the cause of the next -- a stumble by the pompous diva down three rickety wooden steps. As a few laughs were heard -- mainly from the cheerleaders who were happy to see the arrogant uber-MILF have her own awkward encounter -- Officer Hess leaped into action.

"I've got you Your Honor," called out the dutiful bailiff moving quickly enough to intercept the judge's fall.

But despite both Adam Hess' considerable strength and the spectacularly fit 5'3" beauty weighing barely 100 pounds, Danielle's momentum caused the conscientious officer to retreat a step or two as he caught her. And what a retreat it was. With the old chair's tack unwilling to release its prey, and to an accompanying RIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!! that could be heard throughout the cavernous building, the Honorable Danielle Parnell, now held fast buy the sinewy arms of Miranda Ross' father, had been - most unironically -- dis-robed!

What's more, and to the stunned shock of everyone present, Judge Parnell was revealed not in the fashionable power suit that had turned men's heads and stirred women's ire earlier that morning, but in her 4.5" heels, opaque black thigh-high grey-lace welted stockings, tiny, lacy, Jolly Roger bedazzled black thong, matching black push-up bra -- complete with its rhinestone skull clasp -- and black-framed cat-eye glasses.

As the courtroom erupted into a cacophonous mix of howling laughter, wolf-whistles, shock and applause, Danielle's ordinarily facile mind shifted into an overdrive of humiliation. What had just happened? Why were these nobodies pointing at her -- at her -- and laughing? This was her courtroom; she was in charge, not them. Why was Officer Hess holding her? And then . . . as clarity slowly set in . . . the once imperious alpha lawyer realized her state of undress.

"Oh my God . . . my robe . . . my clothes . . . I'm practically naked," she shrieked, causing the already frenzied crowd to guffaw even more heartily. As every man in the room groaned with delight at the fantastic display before them, and the women celebrated the comeuppance of the once dignified show-off, Danielle sought a way out from her mortification.

"Get me out of here NOW you idiot," she screamed at the stunned Adam Hess.

"Um . . . ah . . . but . . .," stammered the bailiff equally shocked and aroused by the sight before him.

Realizing that her only potential ally had been rendered inert, and alternatively trying with flailing hands to cover her barely concealed crotch, fully exposed ass and tits on the verge of escaping their flimsy confines, Mrs. Parnell made a bee-line for her chambers door only to remember as she tried the immovable handle that she had left her silver key inside.

"Get back here you little tease," came the powerful voice of the suddenly confident D.A. Emma Duncan who, in passing the shell-shocked officer Hess had managed to unhook the handcuffs from his belt. Hot on Danielle's trail, Emma Duncan continued, "I'm placing you under arrest for public indecency."

As the disgraced and confused former justice attempted to evade the clutches of the determined Mrs. Duncan, she came face-to-face with the two mother-and-daughter teams who only moments before she had herself humiliated.

"Nicole . . . Rebecca . . . please . . . help me . . . we're neighbors," rambled Mrs. Parnell as her meltdown continued.

"I'm so sorry . . . Your Honor . . .," smiled Nicole Silver, "but it would be inappropriate for us to attempt to use our relationship as neighbors to mitigate whatever punishment may be in store for you. After all, I am an officer of the court."

Rebecca Ross, now smiling from ear to ear joined in, "we wouldn't want the fabric of our community to fray now would we . . . Danielle . . . at least not any more than it already has."

"But . . . I . . . I . . .," stammered the once authoritative attorney. But before she could utter another word, she felt two soft hands grab the waist band of her tiny thong from behind before whisking it down to her Prada encased ankles. As Miranda Ross snapped a picture of the undone narcissist, Amanda Silver -- who had pantsed the disgraced diva -- joyfully proclaimed, "hey look, like mother, like son."

For a moment, the once confident mother of three stood completely anchored in shock. Having entered the court room today to seek retribution for her son Will's undoing, she had suffered a fate far worse than that she had come to avenge. Oh my God, she thought to herself -- what would Will think if he saw me in this state?

As the roaring laughter shook her from her momentary trance, the shocked Mrs. Parnell finally tried to react - but her humiliation wasn't nearly complete. As Danielle stood with her sexy high-heeled feet turned inward, her knees nearly touching and her hands covering her now exposed landing strip, the 18 year old Ms. Silver pushed the distressed judge forcefully against the old courtroom's solid mahogany railing - the "bar" -- that historically separated the trial's participants from its viewers, in this case about seventy-five of the good citizens of Davidson.

Howling at her daughter's handiwork, the redeemed Nicole Silver mocked the judge, "looks like you won't be passing the bar today you little showoff."

As the waist-high wooden divider bent the lovely Judge Parnell over -causing her high-heel encased feet to lift slightly off the floor which put her spectacular ass on display while also liberating her exquisitely pert breasts from the flimsy confines of her skull-clasped bra - young Amanda Silver began to deal out some punishment of her own.

"I bet you wish you had my shockingly short skirt on now don't you Mrs. P," taunted the teenaged temptress, as she began spanking the now mortified judge.

"That would keep everyone from seeing your very . . . very . . . naughty underwear wouldn't it," continued Amanda.

As the humiliation continued to well up insider her, all the shell-shocked diva could muster in response was a feeble, "yes . . . it would."

While the astonished crowd, especially Nicole and Rebecca, laughed ever harder at Danielle's comeuppance, Amanda Silver, still spanking the undone Mrs. Parnell heartily teased, "but that's what you want any way isn't it . . . Danielle . . . for all of the men here to see you in your very inappropriate underthings."

"No, that's not true" croaked Danielle.

Spanking the alfa mom's perfect ass even harder, as adrenaline coursed through her veins, Amanda shouted, "you wanted my boyfriend to see you . . . you wanted Miranda's dad to see you . . . didn't you!?!?"

"No . . . I . . . I . . . but," stammered Mrs. Danielle Parnell as the cheerleader continued to rain spanks down on her perfect but reddening posterior.

"TELL . . . THE . . . TRUTH," demanded Amanda, punctuating the order with her hardest slap yet.

As her high heeled feet kicked aimlessly at the air behind her and her lustrous brown main came undone from its very professional bun, the completely broken beauty appeared to lose all reason and, as if freed by her mortification, to the shock and howling laughter of Davidson's assembled citizens screamed out, "yes . . . YESS . . . YESSSS . . . you're right Miss Silver. . . I wanted them all to see how hot and sexy I look in my tiny thong and bra . . . and my fuck-me pumps."

"Don't I look sexy . . . Officer Hess . . . I mean Adam . . . Mr. Forseth . . . don't I," the mortified mom pathetically pleaded -- her usual confidence having evaporated.

Then, still babbling almost incoherently, the debased debutante began loudly sobbing, "I want to be a calendar girl . . . . I want to be a pop-star. But I'm not -- I'm nothing but a big tease . . . a big tease and a dirty little girl who needs a good, hard spanking."

And with that, as the women who she once thought entirely beneath her laughed hysterically at the judge's erotic and highly "inappropriate" confession, Emma Duncan slapped Officer Hess' handcuffs on the slender wrists of Mrs. Danielle Parnell. Pulling the sexy solicitor to her feet while cupping her reddened but firm ass in her own pudgy hand, Mrs. Duncan surreptitiously slid a finger along Danielle's glistening sex, the shock of which caused Mrs. Parnell's cat-eyed glasses to slip from her perfect nose to the floor. Smiling as she walked the once high-and-mighty judge into her now unlocked chambers, D.A. Duncan whispered softly into Mrs. Parnell's ear, "you really are guilty aren't you beautiful."