Campaign Chaos Pt. 04

Nicole Silver couldn't believe her ears. Although she had in every way intended to intensify Danielle Parnell's humiliation by emphasizing the juxtaposition between the former uber-MILF's perennially arrogant demeanor and the tawdry message emblazoned across the front of her cheap latex panties, not in the red haired beauty's wildest dreams did she expect the response she swore she heard the broken tease whisper under her breath.

Oh my God, Nicole thought to herself, the little show off is no alpha-mom . . . she is a submissive.

With that thought in mind and throwing decorum to the wind, Mrs. Nicole Silver cast her trophy of Danielle's skirt off the stage and went lunging after the fleeing narcissist who, still crawling away on her hands and knees, made for a very slow moving target. Eyeing Mrs. Parnell's spectacular bottom, Nicole Yanika Silver thought to herself, "it's time someone gave you the spanking you deserve, you snooty little know-it-all -- and because I know it's also the spanking that you want I'm more than happy to do the honors."

What Nicole hadn't planned on as she crawled over her moderator's desk onto the stage, grabbing at the ankle of the escaping Mrs. Parnell and coming away with a 4.5" Louboutin heel in hand, was that Billy Miras, now with Calum Duncan in tow, was seeking new targets for his laser pointing prowess.

Billy couldn't believe his good fortune. In almost no time he had avenged his mother's mistreatment by that stuck-up Mrs. Parnell, reduced that self-same snob to her current state of near nudity and, as a bonus, exposed the annoyingly condescending Will Parnell as a panty wearing momma's boy! As he was thinking his day could not possibly get any better, young Master Miras spotted the grey and white pin-striped, pencil skirted bottom of Mrs. Nicole Silver, another of Davidson's most self-absorbed, self-important mothers who, while perhaps not quite as spectacular as Will's now nearly naked mom after whom she was chasing, was pretty darn close and a sexy red-headed vision to behold.

As he watched the incumbent President of the Gonzaga High School Mothers' Guild, who had arrogantly lorded over both the venerable school's students and their moms for years, crawling like a panther across the stage after the mortified Danielle Parnell, Billy decided to turn the comical chase into a truly "hot" pursuit.

With a now tell-tale flick of his wrist, the merry prankster took aim at the seam in Mrs. Silver's fashionable business skirt that ran from a button at the back of her slender waist down to the top of her feminine but muscular calves where it then separated to permit the voluptuous redhead to walk in her sky-high, patent leather, black heels. Slowly tracing a path that sliced like butter through the threads that bound that seam together, young Billy Miras, to the delight of both the men and women in the audience, and the soon to be complete shock of the generally officious Nordic debate moderator, unveiled Mrs. Nicole Silver's magnificent bottom and long sexy legs as casually as one might peel a banana.

Nicole Silver knew in a heartbeat that something was terribly wrong and, to her immediate regret, jumped from her hands and knees to her feet to figure out just what it was that had changed. In an instant, and with a scream, the sexy Mrs. Silver found her answer and became the focus of the flabbergasted but still howling crowd. Standing before them in only her 5" black, patent leather, peep toe Manolo Blahnik heels, tiny lace black thong panties and crisp, white, three quarter sleeve, cotton, Ralph Lauren oxford blouse -- that was open almost indecently to the cleft between her softball sized breasts and that came down barely to top of her Soul Cycle trimmed waist -- was a colossally shocked and mouth-wateringly sexy Nicole Yanika Silver.

"Oh my God . . . my panties," screamed the usually self-confident MILF as her hands shot in front of the translucent front panel of her thong a moment too late to avoid letting the entire audience know her glorious sex was completely shaved.

Awakened from the stupor of his own prior humiliation by the mortified red-head's shout, and while his mother continued her crawl of shame -- now wearing only her SLAVE embroidered panties and one high heeled shoe -- Will Parnell reflexively leaped to his feet having momentarily forgotten where he was and how he had gotten there. Greeted by the sight of the usually buttoned-up and officious Mrs. Silver -- about whom young Will had on more than one occasion harbored an insalubrious pubescent fantasy -- standing knock-kneed before him -- skirt-less -- while simultaneously endeavoring to cover up her lacy thong encased bottom and her recently revealed "haircut," Danielle's son reacted as one might expect. The problem for the young preppy, however, was that his crisply pressed khakis, which would have at least provided some cover for his quickly emerging manhood, remained pooled at the horny lad's feet.

Disastrously, this fact served not only to reemphasize the absurdity of the high schooler's poor choice of undergarments -- which did nothing to contain his youthful exuberance -- but once again caused Will to tumble as, in the throes of humiliation, ecstasy and his unrecoverable dignity, he attempted one more time to flee. In a near replay of his prior downward spiral, the humiliated adolescent thrust his sweaty palms forward, this time inadvertently grabbing onto the lapels of Mrs. Silver's crisp white blouse. Accompanied by the sound of ripping fabric, the collective joy of many a Davidson man and boy and the abject horror of Nicole Silver, Will Parnell's latest pratfall left no doubt that the beautiful red head's tiny black thong was mated with an equally sheer, equally naughty, diaphanous black bra.

While the greatly humbled Nicole ran as quickly as her high heels would carry her toward the parking lot and safety, all the while being captured for posterity's sake on cell phones and cameras alike, Mrs. Parnell found the path of her crawl blocked by a pair of women's Nike trainers up from which extended the fabulously sculpted calves of one of Davidson's most well liked residents -- the runner Katherine Wray.

The dulcet toned Nashville native -- standing authoritatively in her running shoes, ankle socks, cute, white, jean shorts that cupped her athletic ass perfectly and a red-and-white checked gingham, oxford blouse -- had been thoroughly enjoying the karmic justice being meted out to both Danielle and Nicole. After first joining the crowd's stunned if vocal reaction to the two divas' undoing from the comfort of her seat in the audience, Katherine then made her way onto the stage merely to share some laughs with Emily and Rachel when the departing Danielle ran head-long into her long, toned legs. With the nearly naked narcissist staring up at her thunderstruck, Mrs. Wray recognized that fate was presenting her an opportunity to exact some justice for the many times she had suffered a snide comment or eye roll from the perennially arrogant Danielle Marie Parnell. But that would be too cruel thought Katherine . . .

"Get out of my way you idiot," screamed Danielle who, despite her being nearly naked and completely prostrate before the athletic Tennessean still seemed incapable of anything but arrogance.

Despite her earlier thought to spare the already humiliated Mrs. Parnell, Mrs. Katherine Wray had finally had enough.

"Not this time shorty," smiled Mrs. Wray who, as she pulled Danielle to her feet caused the once preening uber-MILF to lose her second leopard-spotted Loubatin heel leaving her -- at only 5'3" -- staring up into the icy blue eyes of the 5'9" runner, "it's high time that somebody put you -- and your self-important bottom -- in your place."

And with that, one of Davidson's most well liked women -- as she took a seat on the folding chair where the now passed out Will Parnell once sat -- pulled perhaps Davidson's most least liked woman over her perfectly exercised knee. Then, as Danielle kicked and screamed like the spoiled child she was, Katherine began to rain down spanks on Mrs. Parnell's fabulously fit bottom.

"First, you're going to apologize to Emily and Rachel for your atrocious behavior this evening," demanded Katherine.

"I'll do no such thing . . ," Danielle weakly protested as Katherine continued to tan her hide.

"Oh, but you will," Mrs. Wray then whispered into Danielle's ear, "you will because if you don't I'm going to tear your slutty little panties off that delicious little ass of yours and let everyone know just how wet you are . . . and how much you're loving this."

Danielle was dumbstruck. She knew -- Katherine Wray knew. And with that realization any hint of protest by the undone uber-MILF all but disappeared. As the crowd continued to howl and cheer at the spectacle before them, and as if finally released to display her true nature, Mrs. Danielle Marie Parnell, with tears streaming down her face, cried out for all to hear, "I'm so very sorry Emily . . . so sorry Rachel . . . "

"Don't you mean Mrs. Duncan and Mrs. Miras," Katherine corrected her.

"Yes Mrs. Wray . . . of course . . . forgive me," babbled Danielle, "I apologize Mrs. Duncan . . . and Mrs. Miras . . . for everything."

"And do you belong on the town council Dani," asked Katherine using a name that Danielle swore she would never answer to, "do you?"

"No Mrs. Wray," sniveled the broken Mrs. Parnell, "that's a big girl's job and I'm . . . I'm just a naughty little girl . . . who wears very naughty panties . . . and who likes to have her little tushy spanked . . . by ladies."

The men and women of Davidson couldn't believe their eyes . . . or their ears . . . as the once arrogant snob who had berated and looked down upon them for years and who only a few short minutes before had lorded over them all as usual . . . now berated herself as she was publicly spanked.

"Oh my God," laughed Emily Duncan, "is the little tease actually enjoying this?"

"She sure seems to be," replied Rachel Miras who could barely breathe she was guffawing so hard, "I guess Ms. High-and-Mighty's secrets didn't stop with her panties."

"Not so unflappable now are you Dani," added Emma as she held the chin of the practically drooling Mrs. Parnell in her hand, "it looks like you're the loser this time doesn't it."

"Yes ma'am," whispered Danielle, "I'm the biggest loser."

And then, as quickly as it had begun, the spanking was over. After softly nodding yes to something that Mrs. Wray had whispered in her ear, Danielle leaped from Katherine's lap, pulled her now pantless son to his feet and, with the be-thonged Will in tow sprinted barefoot toward her fancy car with her red if still perfectly formed ass on display for all to see. In the meantime, before the battery in his overcharged laser pointer went dead, Billy Miras flicked his wrist twice more and, as the crowd cheered loudly yet again, Will's thong slipped from his waist and the perfectly formed ponytail within which resided the lion's share of Danielle Parnell's majestically full head of hair fell to the ground behind her.

Epilogue

Driving through the idyllic town of Davidson some ten days after the events described above, one might have spied as he or she slowed to a stop on the corner of Main Street and Park Lane, a smallish figure picking up trash in the well-kept Davidson Park. With a hat pulled tightly over a head of short brown hair -- poorly shorn in back -- a face devoid of makeup and sporting an almost completely faded tan and a body, however fit it may have been, covered in a rather ill-fitting and somewhat stained municipal jumpsuit, it was unclear whether the diminutive work-booted caretaker was a man or woman. But as Katherine Wray ran through the park, logging the daily miles that preserved her spectacularly well exercised form, she remembered the promise of community service she had exacted from the little worker just over a week ago. Increasing her pace just a bit, and as the figure looked down almost dutifully at its feet -- Katherine smiled devilishly as she read the block letters on the back of the once sophisticated solicitor's jumpsuit -- the acronym for the Suburban Ladies Auxiliary Volunteer Effort -- SLAVE.

Looking up coyly at the departing ass of Mrs. Katherine Wray -- or Mistress K as she now addressed her -- Danielle Parnell felt her thighs begin to moisten. She would never be the same.