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Teresa Scalia: Barbara and the New Principal Come to an Understanding


A new school year was beginning. Chad Anderson and DJ Scalia were discussing the prospects for their final year at middle school.

"I guess we're getting a new principal. Ms. Abercrombie retired." DJ remarked to Chad.

"Let's hope she's not some old bag that'll make us have detention for looking cross eyed" said Chad.

The boys were right they are getting a new principal but she will prove to be anything but an old bag. Meanwhile, Barbara Anderson is on the phone with her friend Rhonda.

"Yes Rhonda, Chad is all ready for the new school year. I just got his schedule and I'm looking it over now. I've got some things to finish up. I'll talk to you later" Barbara said as she hung up the phone.

Barbara went over Chad's class schedule and did a mental checklist: American history yes, algebra yes, physical science yes, band yes, Barbara looked for but could not find Chad's assignment for the Advanced Placement class that they had requested last year. Barbara quickly looked up the number for Chad's middle school and placed a call. Reaching the secretary, Barbara was informed that she would need to discuss her concerns with the principal and an appointment was made for the next day.


At 2 PM the following afternoon Barbara arrived at the school. Barbara was dressed casually in a pink warm-up suit and tennis shoes. Finding the principal's office she checked in with the secretary.

"Hello, my name is Barbara Anderson and I have an appointment with the principal. I'm sorry I don't know her name" Barbara said cordially.

"Yes Mrs. Anderson, Principal Smithson is expecting you. You may go right in."

Barbara walked up to the office door and saw stenciled on the glass "Michelle Smithson, Principal. Giving the door a polite knock Barbara opened and entered the office. Michelle Smithson had her back to the door and was examining some spreadsheets laid out on a long table. With her hands on the table, Michelle was slightly bent at the waist. Michelle was wearing a simple white long sleeve blouse tucked into a very form fitting pair of black slacks. As she heard the knock and the door opening Michelle turned to greet her visitor.

"Mrs. Anderson, so very nice to meet you. What is it I can do for you?"

Before speaking, Barbara made a quick assessment of Michelle Smithson's looks. At 5 foot 4 and 32 years of age, Michelle was a strawberry blond, her hair length just above her shoulders and was styled in a casual, layered look. The blouse left little to the imagination that Michelle was indeed quite busty. In fact the buttons were showing a bit of a strain with the top two open and a hint of cleavage showing. And the slacks also indicated this principal had a strong pair of thighs connected to what could be most accurately called a "bubble butt". Heels clicking on the wooden floor, Michelle stepped towards Barbara with a hand extended. Barbara also noticed a definite bounce in Michelle's bosom as she walked.

While she took Michelle's hand Barbara was thinking "Seems she's dressed a little risqué for middle school administrator. I wonder who she's trying to impress? And she needs a bra with a little more support."

"Thank you for meeting with me. I wanted to inquire why my son Chad was not included in the Advanced Placement class that we had registered for last spring."

"Please have a seat." offered Michelle. Barbara placed herself in the chair designated for visitors while Michelle leaned back against her desk. "Mrs. Anderson, that class unfortunately was over booked. The school had to make some very difficult decisions. I'm sorry Chad will not be able to participate, but it is what it is."

"Isn't there something that could be done? Chad exceeded all the minimum requirements and his father and I really want him in this course to prepare him for high school and then on the college." Barbara asked.

"Hi Michelle" a cheery voice came from behind Barbara. "I just wanted to thank you for getting DJ into that Advanced Placement class. Dominic and I really appreciate it."

Barbara turned her head to acknowledge the voice behind her. Her mouth dropped open as it was none other than her nemesis Teresa Scalia.

"No problem at all Teresa, glad I can do you a favor." Michelle said.

Barbara immediately could see the writing on the wall.

"Are you telling me you cut my son from this course to make room for DJ Scalia?"

"Mrs. Anderson I told you the course was over booked and choices had to be made".

Barbara stood up and glared at Teresa. "You again! Causing problems for me isn't enough, you have to meddle in my son's education."

"Oh woe is me, poor Barbie being put upon again." Said Teresa mockingly.

Taking a step towards Teresa, Barbara was quickly intercepted by Michelle who placed a hand on her upper arm.

"Teresa dear, why don't you leave before things get out of hand." Michelle said to Teresa. "I'll take care of this. And please close the door as you leave.".

Turning to face Michelle, Barbara pulled her arm from Michelle's grasp.

"You two know each other?" Barbara exclaimed.

"Why yes. Teresa and I go way back in fact we went to college together." said Michelle. "Oh yes Teresa shared quite a bit of information with me about you. Some of it quite detailed." Michelle said with a condescending chuckle.

"Oh I'm sure she hasn't told you everything. Mrs. Scalia hasn't always been on the winning side of things." Barbara informed Michelle.

Michelle took a step towards Barbara and squared up directly in front of her. Barbara had about a 3 inch height advantage over her. Michelle looked up directly into Barbara's eyes as she pulled her shoulders back and thrust out her chest.

"This is my school and I'm running things here." Michelle said as she emphasized her point with her finger poking Barbara's shoulder. "Your son will get a good education if you don't interfere with my business. You don't want to tangle with me Mrs. Anderson unless you're in for some additional public humiliation. From what I've been told you've been bottoms up over someone's lap more than once. And I think I could accommodate you in that regard quite well."

Barbara took a moment to assess the situation. "She's threatening me with a spanking? Well we'll see about that Ms. Michelle big boobs. But not here and not now I've got to pick a better time."

Not wanting to back down from the assertive school administrator, Barbara thought it best to choose her battles more carefully and have a plan. Pushing Michelle's hand away, Barbara gave her parting remarks.



"All right Ms. Smithson we'll see how this all goes. But I warn you don't try anything with my son." Barbara then turned and swiftly walked out of the office. Michelle watched Barbara as she exited paying particular attention to her saucy bottom in the pink warm-up suit. "Truth be told" Michelle thought to herself "I hope this blonde does try something. It might be fun to bring her down a notch or two."

The school term started without incident. Chad settled well into the academic routine and was making good progress in all subjects. However there was quite a bit of conversing going on between Chad and DJ regarding a mysterious subject. Mysterious that is to Barbara.

One evening Barbara was in the upstairs hallway at the top of the stairs just outside Chad's bedroom. She could hear Chad talking to someone on his phone.

"Are you kidding me! She did that? Were you in her office?" Barbara could hear Chad say. Then there was a pause and Chad took up his side of conversation. "Send me that picture. Do it right away." Another pause "Okay I'm getting it now."

Wondering what could be so interesting, Barbara's ear was glued to the door.

"Wow, this is amazing. I've got to go now DJ. I'll see you tomorrow at school."

Barbara could hear Chad moving around so she quickly headed down the stairs. Later that evening after Chad had gone to sleep, Barbara covertly snuck into his room and got his phone. Scrolling through the picture messages she found the one sent by DJ Scalia and opened it. To her surprise it was Michelle Smithson sitting on the edge of a desk with her skirt hiked up to her upper thighs. The picture was taken from a low angle and there were the legs of student desks visible.

Barbara thought to herself "What is this b*tch doing? Posing for cheesecake pics for middle school boys? I need to show this to Mark."

Showing the photo to her husband did not elicit the desired response.

"Well she certainly is built." Mark said. "I don't see the harm."

"Don't see the harm! She looks like she's trying to seduce him."

"She's not doing anything of the sort. DJ just got his phone out and snapped a quick candid pic of Ms. Smithson showing a little leg. I'm sure she knew nothing about it and would probably be embarrassed."

"Well perhaps we should bring this up when we have our conference next week with her and Chad's teachers. I'm sure she'll like her staff to see this picture."

"There's no reason to spring this on the staff. If you want to bring it up with Ms. Smithson herself that's one thing, but there's no reason to make this a public issue." Mark said with more than a little authority in his voice.

A week passed and Barbara and Mark Anderson arrived at the middle school for their son's conference. All of Chad's teachers were assembled and all had very good things to say about his academics. Michelle was there as well and listened intently. As things wrapped up Michelle spoke directly to Mark.

"I'm very glad you're here Mr. Anderson. It was a pleasure to meet you and discuss your son's work." Michelle said this as she took Mark's hand in her own placing her left hand on top of his. This did not go unnoticed by Barbara. "I hope you won't be a stranger to us. Stop back anytime." Michelle said as she attempted to direct them out of the classroom.

"We're not quite done Ms. Smithson. I have something to show you." With that Barbara took out Chad's phone and brought up the picture. "What do you have to say about that?"

Michelle looked at the picture and betrayed no sign of embarrassment whatsoever. In fact, a very slight, sly grin crossed her face.

"Well, I didn't know I had an admirer in Chad." Michelle handed the phone back to Barbara. She took a couple steps back and sat on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs. Her above the knee skirt rode up significantly showing a good deal of thigh. Mark Anderson took immediate notice as did Barbara.

"Chad is not your admirer, he got this photo from DJ Scalia. Perhaps you should be more careful in your dress and how you seat yourself in front of the students." Barbara said.

Michelle recrossed her legs while looking directly at Mark with her pantyhose making that hissing sound as one thigh rubs against the other.

"Mr. Anderson, may I call you Mark? Your wife is really blowing this completely out of proportion. May I suggest you have a talk with her." Michelle said completely ignoring Barbara.

"Have a talk with me!? There's nothing to have a talk about." Barbara said with increasing irritation.

"I think everything will be fine Michelle. We'll deal with this at home." Mark Anderson said. "Good night and thank you for your help. Come on Barbara let's go home." With that he took Barbara by the arm and led her towards the door.

"I don't think anything's over" Barbara said directing her remarks to Michelle "I'll be watching you."

"Good night" Michelle said in a very saccharine tone.

At the Anderson household a heated discussion was underway. "Barbara do not begin another feud. Things are bad enough with you and Teresa Scalia."

"I'm not starting another feud but I won't be treated like that. And I won't be ignored. And I won't stand for someone vamping my husband right front of me. As if she didn't know about the leg show she was putting on or the two-handed handshake she gave you and the "may I call you Mark" crap."

Time went on through the school year and time came for the year-end award ceremony. Barbara was vice president of the PTA and it was her duty to help plan and organize the ceremony as well as handout awards. Of course Michelle Smithson foiled Barbara in any way she could. In the end she relegated Barbara to a seat in the back row without any other participation. This caused Barbara no small amount of irritation.

The day came for the ceremony and Barbara was helping set up the stage in the school auditorium. Two rows of folding chairs were placed in a semi circle and Barbara was moving the podium to center stage.

"What are you doing with that podium?" Michelle asked Barbara rather pointedly.

"I'm putting it in center stage for the presenters to use for their remarks." answered Barbara.

"Well I don't use the podium, I'll use a hand mike so I can freely move across the stage. Get it out of here right now."

Having had enough of Michelle, Barbara retorted "Okay fine I'll put it back where I found it. You don't have to be a snot about it."

"Don't call me names. You're in my school and you'll do as I tell you. Someone should show you a little discipline. Perhaps you need to be reminded. Teresa gave me a few pointers about you."

Barbara was taken aback at the crack about discipline followed by the allusion to pointers from Teresa. She well remembered being across Teresa's lap with her bottom exposed receiving a sound spanking. Barbara nearly lost her composure and her temper. But she used restraint and reminded herself to choose her battles wisely.

At this time we should describe what our two ladies were wearing this day. Barbara was wearing a burgundy pantsuit with a dark yellow, almost golden blouse under the suit coat. The pants were very form fitting and when she removed the suit jacket the slacks showed her shapely derrière to its best advantage. And she wore a matching pair of burgundy pumps. It was warm in the auditorium and Barbara removed her jacket and d****d it over the back of her chair.

Michelle Smithson wore a straight skirt. Dark gray in color, it was a good 4 inches above her knees. The skirt was very tight for a school administrator and showed off the curves of her hips and bottom. Early arrivers in the auditorium were treated to a sight as Michelle was rearranging some of the folding chairs. Her bottom facing the audience and the hem of her skirt riding up the back of her thighs. Her blouse was a complementary shade of gray with long sleeves and buttoned at the front. As tended to be her style, the blouse hid nothing of her bust line. To round out her ensemble, Michelle was wearing gray hose and black heels.

The auditorium filled with students and parents and the ceremony began. Seated in the audience was Mark Anderson and his son Chad as well as Dominic and Teresa Scalia and their son DJ. Barbara was seated directly behind Michelle on the auditorium stage. Michelle greeted the assemblage and made a few opening remarks. She then turned the program over to the first speaker. Walking back to her seat she gave Barbara a withering look. She then turned and deliberately thrust her derrière towards Barbara as she took her seat. Needless to say Barbara took this as a gross insult. The folding chairs on which they were seated were half open in the back. As Michelle returned to her chair, Barbara had a close-up view of the back of Michelle’s skirt. Barbara noticed a couple of things concerning the skirt. The skirt had a button closure directly in the back above a zipper. The zipper extended from the waist to below the swell of the buttocks. Barbara took note of the fact that the threads holding the button were frayed and a couple had already broken. She also saw that the zipper tab was not folded flat but was protruding out. Barbara saw an opportunity for some mischief.

Barbara grabbed her purse and looked through it for a few useful items.

"All right, there's my nail file, but I need something for the zipper. What could I use?" Barbara schemed. Rummaging around at the bottom of her purse she found a large paperclip. "This should do just fine."

With Michelle seated directly in front of her, Barbara very delicately used the edge of the nail file on the threads of the button closure. Given the tightness of the skirt and the voluptuousness of Michelle's ass, the threads were pulled as tight as piano strings. Using a sawing motion with the edge of the nail file, Barbara cut the threads one at a time. As the last thread came free Barbara caught the large black button in her left hand so it would not make any noise hitting the floor and alert Michelle. Barbara immediately palmed the nail file and assumed a casual pose in case Michelle noticed anything. Surprisingly, there was no reaction on her part even though the zipper opened slightly when the button came off.

"So far so good" Barbara thought. "Now to rig up the coup de grace. If this works our Ms. Smithson will be showing the students, faculty, and parents more than just a little leg."

Taking the paperclip Barbara straightened out most of the bends of the wire. She left a hook in either end and gave the entire piece a slight curve. Now with the utmost care Barbara slipped one of the hooks through the hole in the zipper tab. She then slipped the other hook through one of the vent holes in the back of the folding chair.

"All right everything's set. Now when Principal Bubble Butt stands up there will be a show for everyone." Barbara thought to herself.

The speaker finished his remarks and it was time to hand out awards. Michelle leaned forward to rise from her chair. As she did Barbara put both hands on the chair back and maintained a firm grip. She wanted to be sure that the chair stayed anchored. Michelle leaned forward and began to rise from her chair. Barbara watched as the tension increased on the wire hook in the zipper tab. Michelle continued to rise as the back of her skirt opened up. Barbara deftly unhooked the wire from the chair as the zipper opened fully. Perhaps she was concentrating on her part in the program, amazingly Michelle had no idea her skirt was fully open in the back. Given her vantage point, Barbara got the first look at Michelle's situation and had to stifle a laugh. Michelle’s skirt was open a good 4 inches wide at the waistband and the full 12 inch length of the zipper. Barbara couldn't believe that Michelle didn't notice that her skirt was unzipped. She was also a little surprised that given the shortness of that skirt, Michelle wasn't wearing pantyhose. Evidently she favored thigh highs. As Michelle walked away with her hips swaying, Barbara could see Michelle’s skirt begin to succumb to the laws of gravity. The waistband was slowly inching its way down Michelle's hips.


Michelle walked to center stage, took the mike from the previous speaker and began her remarks. Of course those seated on the stage had a great view. What they were treated with was a very round, well tanned derrière and a goodly amount of asscrack. Those keeping track also noted Michelle's white lace thong. Michelle hadn't yet turned her back side to the audience so only those seated on the stage had a view of her impromptu show. Of course a few giggles and chuckles were heard. And no one jumped up to Michelle's aid. Evidently she was no more popular with her staff and parents than she was with Barbara.



As Michelle made her remarks, she walked from stage left to stage right always facing her audience. As she walked her skirt was working its way down lower on her hips. During her remarks she turned to acknowledge those seated on the stage. It was at this time the general audience got a good view. By now those who were seated on the stage were all in laughter. Barbara was perhaps the most raucous. As the audience got a good view, laughter came up in the crowd along with a few wolf whistles. Teresa saw Michelle's problem.

"Oh my God! Dominick look what happened! I have to go up there and help her. I bet that b*tch Barbara had something to do with that"


"You stay right where you're at" Dominic said as he grabbed Teresa's arm. "You’re not causing me anymore embarrassment. If Barbara started it then Michelle can take care of things."

Michelle could not understand what was so funny. Her remarks weren't intended to be humorous and she was becoming annoyed. Hearing particularly loud laughter she looked over at Barbara. Taking a couple swift steps to that side of the stage was enough mechanical action for her skirt to almost drop past her hips. The waistband of her thong was fully revealed as was an increasing portion of her ass. What saved Michelle from the indignation of her skirt falling off completely was the swell of her ample booty. Michelle could feel the hem touch her knees. It was at this point she reached behind her and felt her exposed skin. Frantically groping she tried to simultaneously cover her exposure with her hands and pull her skirt back up. Michelle turned her back to the stage and faced the auditorium. Barbara decided that it was time to up the ante and rose from her chair. She walked up behind Michelle without her noticing.

Seeing Barbara approach Michelle, Teresa said "I knew it, Barbara's got something to do with this." Dominic looked at Mark and shook his head. Mark's face took on a look of resignation. A few other comments were heard along the lines that things were really getting going now and the real show is about to start.


Putting her hands on Michelle's shoulders Barbara whispered to her "Why Principal Smithson, you seem to be having some difficulties. Let me help you."

Michelle turned her head to look back and see Barbara directly behind her. "What!? You're going to help me?" she said incredulously.

Barbara swiftly moved both hands from Michelle's shoulders and rapidly dropped to a squatting position. As she dropped, for a moment Barbara felt the seat of her pants become almost uncomfortably tight, but then something changed and that sensation stopped. Barbara's slacks were a very snug fit to begin with and the material had very little stretch in it. What Barbara hadn't realized was that she had split her pants from the waistband nearly to the crotch.

Barbara now had the haughty Principal Smithson right where she wanted her. Taking a second to savor the moment, with one sharp tug Barbara pulled the skirt down around Michelle's ankles. Michelle lost her grip on the waistband of her skirt. She looked down helplessly as she felt the fabric slip over her hips and ass . As she looked down, she could see the front panel of her white lace thong and her thigh high stockings exposed to all. Barbara grinned a wicked grin and admired her handiwork. Michelle Smithson was stripped from the waist down.

Barbara stood up and put a little distance between herself and Michelle.
Michelle gave out a scream as she realized her skirt was now completely removed. She began to squat in an attempt to cover herself but merely succeeded in displaying her fine butt in a more fetching manner. Barbara walked across the stage laughing at her success in Michelle's debasement. For a moment Barbara thought she felt something strange in the seat of her pants, but was enjoying Michelle's humiliation too much to pay much attention. Those still seated on the stage also noticed the damage to Barbara slacks. The split had opened considerably and Barbara's cute bottom was being displayed in her beige bikini panties. Taking in the sight of Barbara's split pants one PTA member commented to the woman on her right "It looks like Mrs. Anderson is having some clothing issues of her own." To which her friend replied "She started this brouhaha. She may get as good as she gave."

Michelle looked around and saw Barbara's tremendous amusement at her embarrassment. No longer caring about covering herself Michelle stood up. Clad only in her blouse, Michelle was quite the sight in her heels gray hose and thong. She took a step forward but her lost skirt tangled around her feet. Kicking her skirt away from her feet Michelle approached Barbara unencumbered.

Barbara watched intently as Michelle walked to her face-to-face. Michelle's larger boobs were nearly touching Barbara's. Barbara prepared to meet the challenge

"Principal Smithson don't you think you should call it a day and find something to cover your big butt!" Barbara taunted as she leaned forward to emphasize her point.

"Mrs. Anderson I think turnabout is fair play."

With that Michelle grabbed the front of Barbara's blouse with both hands and ripped it open. Barbara was expecting Michelle to try a slap or to get a grip on her hair. She wasn't ready for Michelle go directly for her blouse. Michelle got her hands on the top of Barbara's blouse and jerked it open, the buttons flying everywhere. She then pulled upward pulling the blouse out of the waist of Barbara's slacks. Before Barbara could react, Michelle pulled the blouse down over her shoulders in nearly off her arms. Barbara tried in vain to save her blouse as Michelle yanked it the rest of the way off over Barbara's hands. With her blouse flying off to one side of the stage Barbara try to cover her exposed beige bra. Michelle held the blouse in her right hand and watched as Barbara tried to compose herself.

Letting the blouse drop to the floor Michelle addressed her antagonist "I don't think we'll stop there Ms. Barbara. Let's see how perky those boobs of yours actually are."


She immediately lunged for Barbara's bra. Barbara grabbed Michelle's hands before she could get a grip on the fabric and they struggled for a few seconds both women trying to maintain footing while wearing high heels.

Michelle lost her footing and went to her knees. Her hands slipped down to Barbara's hips. Trying to find a grip on anything Michelle groped with her right hand around Barbara's backside. By sheer chance, or luck , her fingertips discovered the tear in the seat of Barbara slacks. Startled by the feeling of Michelle's fingers against her pantied ass, Barbara jumped forward into the kneeling Michelle. Seizing the opportunity Michelle got a grip with both hands on the tear and pulled with all her might. This was quite a sight as Michelle was on her knees directly in front of Barbara, with Michelle's face pressed against Barbara's lower belly. Barbara tried to back away from Michelle's efforts, but was literally caught in a bear hug. The stitching of Barbara's slacks began to fail and more of her bottom was exposed. With the tenacity of a bulldog, Michelle worked on Barbara’s slacks. The back was opening up leaving only the waistband. In fact both pant legs had failed to the point Michelle's hands were on either side of Barbara's waist and were making headway to the front. Barbara had to do something on the offensive. She could not break Michelle's grip on her rapidly deteriorating slacks. Michelle was still on her knees directly in front of Barbara and as Barbara looked down she saw her opportunity. Using both hands she grabbed the back of Michelle's blouse and pulled straight up. The front button closure failed immediately and those buttons joined the buttons of Barbara's blouse on the floor. Michelle, of course, realized her blouse was open, but refused to relinquish her assault on Barbara slacks. Barbara pulled the blouse up and over Michelle's head to get at what she was really after. Which was Michelle's bra. With the blouse over Michelle's head, Barbara when after the bra.

The clasps of Michelle's bra were wide open to her assault. Quick as a cat Barbara got both hands on the bra and went to work. Michelle could feel something pulling at her bra. This made her pull even harder on Barbara slacks. The fabric was now well past the sides of Barbara's hips and were less than 6 inches from meeting in the front. Barbara struggled with the bra hooks for a couple seconds and then they released. She pulled the straps over Michelle shoulders. Michelle felt her bra come off as she gave a final Herculean effort on Barbara's slacks. The stitching completely failed as Michelle yanked down both legs of the slacks to Barbara's ankles leaving only the waistband intact. Barbara let out a squeal and took a couple stumbling steps back still clinging to Michelle's blouse and white lace bra.

Michelle rose to her feet not bothering to try and cover herself. Her breasts were certainly quite large and very firm. Her light brown areola and small gumdrop nipples rose up and down with her heavy breathing. She looked over at Barbara and saw what she had accomplished with Barbara's clothing.

Barbara looked down at herself and assessed her clothing damage. Her slacks were destroyed and she was standing there in her beige bra and matching bikini pants. Barbara's bra had lace demi-cups and there was just a hint of nipple peeking over the top of the cup. Her panties had a very attractive contrasting lace panel in the front.

As the two combatants stopped for a moment the assemblage in the auditorium was having a great time watching the conflict. Comments heard from the ladies of the PTA were "Well girls it looks like Barbara's at it again. At least she picked a new playmate." "Smithson is getting just what she deserves. She's been a snotty b*tch since the day she started. I just wonder if Barbara can handle her. I was at the Renaissance Fair when she got the worst of it from Teresa Scalia."

Barbara knew the tattered material of her destroyed slacks would be a handicap. Keeping her eye on Michelle she pulled the fabric over her shoes. Barbara as well was breathing heavy as she put her hands on her hips and sized up Michelle Smithson. Still in her heels, Michelle was completely topless. Her hose had not ridden down her thighs and showed no rips or tears. The lacy tops of her stockings were still high on her upper thighs, nearly to the bottom of her ass. Taking a moment Michelle adjusted the waistband of her thong while watching Barbara closely. By now both women were oblivious to the public assembly that was witnessing their dustup. It was as if they were the only two people in the hall and their state of undress made no difference.


"I thought you liked displaying yourself to your students. Just think of this as an "advanced placement" demonstration." Barbara taunted.

"Mrs. Anderson, I'm someone who believes in discipline and I think you're going to experience some right now." Michelle replied.

"We'll see about that. I would say you're the one who's got the ass made for a spanking." said Barbara.

"Spanking!? She wouldn't dare try that." thought Michelle

With that, Barbara made her first move. She quickly covered the distance between her and Michelle and got a solid two-handed grip on her hair. At first Michelle responded by groping at Barbara's bra. She succeeded in pushing the bra up and over Barbara's breasts. Michelle had to try and relieve the pressure on her hair. To do so she stopped her attack on Barbara’s bra and grabbed Barbara’s wrist with both hands. Barbara's perky boobs complete with pink nipples and attractive tan lines made their debut. She couldn't worry about that now as she had to handle Michelle. Staying on their feet both women struggled back and forth and were nearly in a stalemate. Barbara had Michelle controlled by her hair and Michelle had gripped Barbara's wrists trying to break her hold. At this point Michelle was beginning to tire and Barbara could sense that. Looking to her left Barbara saw an empty folding chair and began to maneuver towards it.


"Remember what you said about discipline? Here's where you get some." said Barbara.

With that Barbara pulled Michelle over towards the chairs by the hair. Michelle resisted as best she could. She tried to use her feet and legs to prevent Barbara from pulling her towards the chairs. Unfortunately for Michelle her heels offered little traction on the hardwood surface of the stage. As the duo got closer to the chair, Michelle had an inkling of what Barbara was up to.

Panicked thoughts crossed Michelle's mind "She's pulling me toward that empty chair. Me, get some discipline? Oh no! This b*tch thinks she's going to spank me."

With that realization Michelle fought even harder. She tried squatting down against the pull. Barbara followed her down and that strategy failed. Barbara maintained her grip and all Michelle got for the effort was a bit of a burn on her ass from the hardwood floor. Barbara finally maneuvered to position in front of the chair. Michelle felt Barbara's hold on her hair change as she lowered herself to the chair.

"God, she's gonna pull me over her lap and I can't get away from her!"


Sitting down Barbara positioned Michelle across her lap. Barbara got a bit of a shock as her barely covered bottom contacted the cool metal of the chair. Having been forced to assume the position Michelle, had an idea what was yet to come and released Barbara's wrists. Michelle was grabbing chairs, kicking her legs, and struggling desperately to get away. Barbara swiftly got Michelle's left arm behind her back and took a good hold of her thong with her right hand. Michelle's thong was soon lost between the cheeks of her ass from Barbara's pressure on the waistband. Nearly defeated, Michelle was looking around in vain for someone to rescue her. She thought at the very least her friend Teresa would help. It was Teresa who had told her how she had dominated Barbara in the past. Michelle was also feeling the cold steel of the metal chairs on her nipples. Her areolas were shrinking from the quick chill and the little gumdrops were prominent. She was also feeling the dread of what she thought was coming next. Michelle's struggles lessoned as she gave in to the pressure on her left arm and her thong.

Sensing that Michelle was beginning to submit, Barbara released her thong from her right hand but maintained control with her left on Michelle's arm. Barbara rested the palm of her right hand on Michelle's left ass cheek. Michelle gasped and raised her head at the touch. Turning her head Michelle looked pleadingly at Barbara in one last hope for mercy.

"Please you can't do this to me. Let me go." Michelle tried to convey to Barbara.

No words were spoken, all Barbara did was make a subtle kissing motion with her lips to Michelle. Principal Smithson was doomed.

Giving that cheek a perfunctory squeeze, Barbara surveyed the territory she was about to invade.

"This girl does have a lot of junk in her trunk. And it's fairly firm, but not as solid as Teresa's. Now it's time to give this b*tch something to remember."

Barbara gave Michelle's ass cheek another squeeze then raised her hand. Michelle tensed as she awaited Barbara's assault. Barbara brought her right hand down hard on Michelle's ass and the discipline had begun.

We know as history teaches us that Barbara is capable of administering a spanking. As Teresa Scalia can attest. That being said she was not as accomplished in the corporal discipline as Mark Anderson or Dominic Scalia. Barbara had in the past received a butt warming from both husbands. Nor could one say that she was even the equal of Teresa and certainly did not approach the skill of Maria the cocktail waitress. If one were to ask Michelle at this point in time what she thought of Barbara's spanking skills she would probably say that Barbara was a grandmaster.

A squeal escape Michelle's lips. "Oh my God! My God!" Michelle uttered as Barbara's spanking began. Michelle faced forward and rested her head on her right arm. She kicked her legs and squirmed her hips to no avail. Barbara turned her attention from the left cheek to the right coming down with firm smacks on the meaty globe. Soon both were showing a bright pink through the tan skin. As Michelle kicked her legs with her butt cheeks jiggling, Barbara found it interesting that there was a very slight white line underneath the bottom portion of Michelle's cheeks. This did stood out sharply against her tanned and now reddening ass. Evidently covered by the gluteal fold this was a place where literally the sun never shined.

Barbara's own exposure was beginning to betray her. She had not noticed that her bra had been pushed up over her breasts and was actually up to her neck. Barbara's perky breasts with their pink nipples were in view to all. As Barbara continued Michelle's punishment her areolas contracted and her nipples stiffened. Evidently Barbara was enjoying herself.

As swiftly as it began Barbara stopped the spanking. Michelle had a false hope that it was over.

"Oh please let her stop. My ass is on fire, I don't know how much I can take." Michelle thought. Again she looked back at Barbara pleading with her eyes for mercy.

Barbara only stopped to give herself the opportunity to pull Michelle's thong over her ass and down her legs. Using only her right hand Barbara pulled the thong down as far she could.

"She's pulling my panties off! I can't let her do that."

Michelle pressed her pelvis against Barbara's lap to try and maintain what little dignity she had left. Barbara had a remedy for this. Barbara curled the fingers of her right hand on the upper thigh of Michelle's left leg. Slowly and methodically she inched her hand towards Michelle's bottom. Michelle felt Barbara's touch and strained to look back to see what she was up to.

"She's caressing me, what's she trying to do seduce me?"

When she reached the swell of her ass cheek Barbara followed it with the palm of her hand keeping her fingers in the gap between the cheeks. Then suddenly without warning she let her fingers tweak Michelle's pussy through the panel of her thong.

Michelle squealed at this invasion and bucked her hips upward. Barbara then pulled the thong down past Michelle's knees.

"She touched my pussy that dyke b*tch. What’s she trying to do?"

To Michelle's dismay the spanking continued on both cheeks and on her thick upper thighs over top of her stockings. Michelle could struggle no longer. Resigned to her fate she lay still and even arched her bottom to meet Barbara's attentions. When Michelle relaxed Barbara released her left arm. Michelle then rested her head on both arms and Barbara secured Michelle on her lap with her left arm over the small of Michelle's back.

Barbara gave each cheek a final hard smack. Grabbing Michelle's hair once again Barbara pulled her off her lap to a kneeling position on the floor. Using Michelle's hair Barbara pulled her head back. Michelle arched her back and thrust her breasts forward. Tears were streaming down the once haughty principal's face. Her mascara was running. Her breath was rapid and her big breasts were heaving up and down. Nipples hard and pronounced. Barbara then stood and pulled Michelle to a standing position and then shoved her back onto a chair. Weak kneed from her punishment and encumbered by her thong around her ankles, Michelle clumsily dropped onto the chair. She gasped as her flaming ass touched the cool metal of the folding chair. Her legs were somewhat spread after dropping onto the chair and it became apparent that Michelle was indeed a natural redhead. The curtains did indeed match the d****s. It took a few seconds for her to realize the position of her legs and she soon pulled her knees together. And held her hands over her pussy. Barbara took Michelle's chin in her hand and pulled her face directly to her's.

"Now then Principal Smithson. We'll have no more nonsense or we can repeat this session. In fact I think I'd enjoy working over your big ass one more time." Barbara whispered in her ear. Barbara released her grip and looked down on the school administrator she had so thoroughly dominated.

Michelle said nothing. She gripped the panties down around her ankles and pulled them up over her knees. She slowly rose and pulled the thong up to cover herself. Michelle then went about to gather her scattered clothes and lingerie. She slipped her blouse on over her shoulders and carried her bra. She then looked around for her skirt. Michelle spotted it a good distance away. She was forced to walk to the other side of the stage giving a nice display of her spanked bottom. Of course she was subjected to many hoots, cat calls and wolf whistles. And what was most humiliating the laughter of the women in the audience. Retrieving her skirt, she held it over her bottom and walked off to the wings, her head down.


Barbara watched Michelle as she made her exit and made an act of dusting off her hands. "I guess that's a job well done!" she said loudly to the audience. The assemblage laughed and gave a round of applause. Then someone from the back of the hall shouted "Hey Barb. Nice boobs. Why don't you lose the panties."

"Nice boobs what's he talking about?" Barbara thought. Then she looked down at herself and realized that her bra was up around her neck and her slacks had been destroyed. She looked quite fetching in her bra and panties and in heels. And by this time those pink nipples were more shade of red and were at full attention.

"Oh no!" she shrieked. Barbara quickly pulled down her bra as she ran off the stage.

"Well that was quite an exhibition." Dominic said to Mark.

"Yes, for once Barbara started something she could finish." said Mark. "And you know likely as not she'll be horny as hell tonight. There are some fringe benefits."

Listening to the two husbands, Teresa was fuming.

"You two can think anything you want, but it is not over. Michelle is my friend." Teresa interjected. Looking at Dominic Teresa said "You stopped me from helping my friend against that blond troublemaker. You're not with me all the time and you sure as hell are not my keeper . There will be paybacks. I guarantee it."