One Click Chicks Forum - [Fictional Stories - ENF] Will’s Mom Comes Undone

"I'm quitting music," said Anna Parnell, sniffling and wiping a tear from her eye, as the 11 year old returned home after the first day of sixth grade at Davidson Central Middle School.

"You're doing nothing of the sort, young lady," snapped her mother, Danielle Parnell, "now stop acting like a baby and explain yourself."

"It's Mrs. Gold mom . . . she yells all the time . . . doesn't seem to like me at all . . . and . . . according to the older kids . . . is a really tough grader. And the rumor is that she spanked someone once. Most of my friends from the elementary school band want to quit and so do I."

Mrs. Danielle Parnell was well aware of Sharon Gold's reputation for sinking kids' GPAs and self esteem. Although her oldest child Will, now 13, was not a musician himself, Danielle had heard stories about children being demoralized by Mrs. Gold or, worse yet, quitting music altogether. The latter concept -- quitting -- was not in the lexicon of one Danielle Parnell, Esquire, and the powerful Washington, D.C. lawyer had no intention of letting her children, Anna especially, be quitters. What's more, Mrs. Parnell was not shy about going "straight to the top" to handle any issue that arose in connection with her children's school, sports or other activities -- a fact not unnoticed by teachers, principals, coaches and school superintendents alike.

"Is that so," the now angered attorney responded to her daughter, "well we'll see how tough Mrs. Gold is when I'm finished with her. Now you get your homework done . . . and practice that flute. I'll take care of this at school tomorrow."

"Mom . . . no," protested her young daughter, "you'll embarrass me if you do that."

"That's enough from you missy," scolded her imperious mother, "the only one who will be embarrassed is Mrs. Gold -- now get to work."

As it happened, the Davidson Central Middle School PTA had already scheduled a "meet the teachers" night for the following evening. The point was, at the start of the school year, to give parents of new students an opportunity to meet their children's teachers in an informal setting, to understand what would be covered in the 6th grade curriculum and generally to introduce themselves and to ask any questions they may have about what the year held in store for their kids. Because the Parnells had already attended a similar evening for their son Will only two years prior, they had not planned on showing up this year. That said, upon hearing from her daughter that the music teacher had already "caused a problem," Mrs. Parnell was determined not only to be at the meeting, but to make it very clear to the school generally and to Mrs. Gold in particular exactly who was in charge -- namely, she.

A mere 24 hours after young Anna had informed her mother that she was done with music, the sharp staccato beat of high-heels on marble broke the silence of the main hallway at Davidson Central Middle School. As the head of every man and boy within earshot turned toward the direction of the always sweet sound, a most glorious sight could be seen. Greeting the gaze of every father, teacher, janitor and student in possession of XY chromosomes, and a few with XX, strutted the haughty Mrs. Parnell in a pair of 4.75" high black leather Christian Louboutin Bianca platform heels and a fitted, knee length Dolce & Gabbana mid-calf leather pencil skirt with burgundy leather trim, that was fastened from top to bottom by a row of seven silver snaps with an eighth left open to facilitate the preening diva's purposeful strides. The light but tight leather hugged the ultra-fit mom's well exercised ass like a glove. Up top, showcasing a tan obtained from her family's recent sojourn to the south of France, the stunning Mrs. Parnell wore a crisp, white cotton, cap sleeve shirt with a wide collared neckline that plunged deeply but discreetly toward the canyon created by her ample breasts -- each one the size of a ripe orange. Her luxurious, blonde-highlighted shoulder length brown hair framed her gorgeous emerald-eyed face perfectly and the bright-red gloss that covered her sumptuous lips only added to her allure.

Her studied nonchalance as she paid her male onlookers scant attention masked the rapturous joy she took from their adoration -- the losers. Although Mrs. Parnell loved herself first and foremost, and in large part as a function of the incredibly high esteem in which she held her beauty and intelligence, she thrived almost equally on the undivided attention she garnered from men. To tease them with her beauty while at the same time ignoring -- or better yet disdainfully dismissing -- their attention thrilled the self-absorbed uber-MILF endlessly. What she enjoyed more was to "catch a man in the act" of lusting after her, particularly if his wife or girlfriend was present.

"Eyes up here, Mr. Hess," or "what exactly are you staring at, Mr. Duncan," were only a few of the taunts that Danielle had directed at neighbors' husbands in an effort to emasculate the men while proving convincingly to their wives that in Mrs. Parnell's presence they were mere afterthoughts at best. Not surprisingly, as the sexy solicitor sauntered her way toward the Central Middle School auditorium to "meet the teachers," she relished the stares coming her way from the gathering parents whether in the form of lustful ogling by the students' feckless fathers or the envious daggers of their unworthy soccer mom wives. Mrs. Parnell looked down upon them all equally -- the peasants. In her view, it was their collective weakness in the face of the petty tyrant Mrs. Gold that required Danielle to waste her evening ensuring that the music teacher was shown her rightful place.

The very thought of dominating this Gold woman had informed not only the leather skirt that encased Mrs. Parnell's firm posterior but the tiny, translucent, black lace Cosa Bella thong beneath it. Knowing before she left for work that morning -- where as the managing partner of the large and powerful SmythKnight law firm she lorded over its employees with near plenary power -- that she would be taking Anna's school to task for permitting Mrs. Gold's "antics" to go unchecked, the sexy solicitor had dressed expressly for the part. Before fastening the silver snaps that held her pencil skirt together or pulling on her very fitted white cotton shirt that profiled both her fantastically toned mid-section and ample breasts exquisitely, but only after expertly applying her make-up and blowing out her hair, the self-absorbed Mrs. Parnell had stood before her full length mirror in only her 4.5" black Louboutin heels and next to nothing thong.

After drinking in the sight of her flawless bronze body -- with nary a tan-line in view -- and while cupping her magnificent breasts and gently tweaking her erect nipples -- Danielle Parnell closed her eyes and imagined what Anna's polyester clad male teachers or the hapless fathers of her schoolmates would think if they could see her like this -- but they never would -- the jerk-offs. Opening her eyes and blowing herself a kiss, the delectable dominatrix picked up the worn leather riding crop that she had left idly on her dressing table the prior Saturday after returning from a fox hunt with Anna. With a devilish smile on her face, and holding the crop in her right hand while using it to slap her left palm, the lovely lawyer joked to her reflection, "you have no idea with whom you're dealing Gold." Self-satisfied as always, Mrs. Parnell finished dressing and headed off to work from whence she had come to "meet the teachers."

As is the case in many a school, Davidson Central Middle School's "meet the teachers" night was scheduled to begin with all of the parents gathered in the school's auditorium where the principal, a rather rotund Lori Whiting, would welcome them, introduce them to some of the other administrative staff and members of the PTA, permit them to be entertained by a quick instrumental rendering of God Bless America from the Mrs. Gold led 8th grade "senior orchestra" and let them know that thereafter they would follow their respective child's schedule by going from classroom to classroom to meet their teachers. To help guide the parents around the building, a number of the eighth grade students, including young Will Parnell who Alia, the Parnell family nanny, had dropped off a the school earlier, would act as escorts. Those self same students were at this point ushering parents into the auditorium for the beginning of the program.

Standing his post in penny loafers, khaki slacks, a white oxford shirt, rep tie and blue blazer, Will Parnell spotted his mom storming down the hall -- and it caused him to have a pit in his stomach. Although he loved his mother dearly, he knew that she could be very hard on people and after hearing her the night before talk about her plans to "teach this Mrs. Gold a thing or two," and despite the fact that Mrs. Parnell was here to advocate on his sister's behalf and not his -- he was justifiably worried that the evening could unfold in a way that would cause him to become the object of his friends' derision as a mama's boy. It didn't help that he was standing with his friends Hank and Callum about whom his mother had strong opinions that she shared with Will and did nothing to hide from the boys when they were at the Parnell house or on those rare occasions where she and not Alia drove them as part of a car pool.

In respect of Hank, who although he had not yet gone through puberty was a veritable giant for a 13 year old, Mrs. Parnell's most charitable words were something on the order of, "he's dumber than a box of rocks, and a complete oaf, but at least he has kind eyes." As for Callum, she had nothing but disdain for the boy who she thought merely used her son Will as a means to access the Parnell's home with its indoor bowling alley, tennis court and other amenities that any kid would love. In her view Callum was nothing but a brat and a product of bad parenting.

"Looks like your mom is here Will," Callum teased as Danielle approached the boys. "What's the matter, was she afraid you couldn't handle this on your own?"

"Shut up Callum," Will snapped back, "she's here because of Anna -- not me."

"Oh, is that so," replied the snide teen. "Did some teacher look at your sister the wrong way and now your 'mommy' is here to boss her around. Is that all your mom does -- boss people around -- my mom says she's a real snob."

But before Will could respond his mother was standing next to them.

"Hello there Hank," Danielle said with a forced smile while thinking to herself, the poor lost cause.

"Hi Mrs. Parnell," the awkward giant responded.

"Callum," she said coldly, disdainfully eyeing the boy she felt to be a bad seed, "I'm surprised to see you here. I don't think of your mother as the type of woman who values education as much as, say, dinner."

Before the seething but tongue-tied Callum could even think of a way to defend his own mom, who admittedly could lay off the donuts, the ever haughty Danielle Parnell addressed her son whose worst fears had already been realized.

"Come now Will, why don't you help mommy find a seat."

As mother and son departed, Callum finally rediscovered his voice, saying to Hank, "she thinks she's so hot and fancy. I'd love to see her end up the one feeling stupid for once."

While Will walked his mother to her seat -- in the front row of course -- the gathered dads strained to take in the sight of Danielle's fabulous form which, as always, fed the preening prima donna's ego even more. Their wives on the other hand wanted nothing more than to take the little tease down a peg or two. Feeling flush with power having just put the snotty Callum Duncan in his place, and after sending Will back off toward his friends, Mrs. Parnell spied Dr. Eric Bloom, the Davidson School Superintendent, making his way past her towards the stage. Unfortunately for Eric Bloom, there was no way for him to avoid the admittedly fetching mother's approach and he could tell by the familiar look in her eye that she was poised to complain about something.

"Excuse me Dr. Bloom," began the officious Washington lawyer who in her 4.5" heels towered over the 5' 5" administrator, "but I need a moment of your time."

"Why good evening Mrs. Parnell . . . it's nice to see you as always," Eric Bloom lied hesitantly, "do we have a problem this evening?"

"We do not have a problem Eric -- you have a problem," Danielle barked at the cowering administrator, "and your problem is the school music teacher and orchestra leader -- Mrs. Sharon Gold. Apparently she is a bully who is more interested in intimidating children than teaching them and who I understand feels unconstrained to resort to corporal punishment. What I need to know is what are you going to do about it?"

Aware that Mrs. Parnell's accusations were likely naught but bluster predicated on rumor, but too terrified of Danielle to challenge her, Dr. Bloom stared blankly ahead while attempting to gather his thoughts. Knowing how to play that blank stare to its best advantage, and inwardly smiling at how quickly and cleverly she was about to dispatch both Dr. Bloom and Mrs. Gold, Danielle Parnell went in for the kill.

"I would appreciate it if you'd look me in the eye and not the chest when you speak to me Dr. Bloom," the gorgeous alpha-mom loudly exclaimed, "your behavior here is highly inappropriate."

"But . . . I . . . no . . .," fumbled Eric Bloom who, as parents and teachers alike looked at him with shock and disgust, realized that he had just been completely outwitted by the arrogant narcissist.

"But nothing, Dr. Bloom," stormed on Danielle, "one minute you're explaining to me how Mrs. Gold will be taking early retirement and the next you're practically accosting me with your eyes. Shame on you sir!"

"Please, Mrs. Parnell, you're making a scene" said Eric Bloom as quietly as possible, "can we discuss this after the introductory program is over?"

As she watched Dr. Bloom squirm and reveled in her impending victory, Danielle cleverly cut her grand bargain. Out of earshot of anyone but Eric Bloom himself she whispered, "in exchange for my not going to the school board in the morning about your highly inappropriate behavior, you will during your introductory remarks tonight announce that after many years of dedicated service, Sharon Gold is retiring, effective immediately, as both music teacher and orchestra leader -- do you understand?"

"But Mrs. Parnell . . . that's not right . . . you must know I wasn't behaving inappropriately . . . and there is no reason to fire Mrs. Gold," Dr. Bloom stuttered.

"It doesn't matter what I know you little pervert -- it's what people will believe. And who do you think the school board is going to believe -- you -- you snivelling little weakling? No -- those old men are going to take one look at me -- at this body -- and put you out on your ear. And as for old lady Gold, she's just getting what's been coming to her for a long time. Now just do what you're told. Do . . . you . . . understand," commanded Danielle.

"Yes ma'am . . . of course . . . you're right as usual . . . she is approaching mandatory retirement age this year in any event . . . it only makes sense," said the defeated superintendent quietly. "I'll announce it immediately after my opening remarks and before she leads the orchestra in God Bless America."

Eric Bloom knew when he had been beaten. But what Dr. Bloom didn't know -- nor did anyone -- is that Callum Duncan had overheard -- and thanks to his handy iPhone 6 recorded -- the superintendent's entire conversation with Mrs. Parnell and, with revenge on his mind, was on his way to share its contents with Sharon Gold.

Gloating to herself about how simple it was to manipulate Dr. Bloom into agreeing to publicly sack Sharon Gold -- and with a broad smile of self-satisfaction on her beautiful face -- Mrs. Danielle Parnell settled into a front row seat in eager anticipation for the evening's big event. Had she not been quite so self-absorbed Danielle might have found it odd that up on stage Will's friend Callum appeared to be pointing at her while hurriedly sharing something with a clearly agitated Mrs. Gold. Alas, as Mrs. Parnell prepared to witness the fruits of her Machiavellian labors, nothing could have farther from her mind. In fact, as she momentarily closed her eyes she recalled the earlier reflection of herself in heels and a thong, brandishing her riding crop, and in her head chuckled again, "you have no idea with whom you're dealing Gold."

"Ladies and gentlemen . . . parents," came the voice of Eric Bloom from the stage interrupting Danielle from her reverie, "welcome to the Davidson Central Middle School 'meet the teachers' night. As you all know, this is an opportunity for you, as parents of our incoming sixth grade class, to learn a little bit about what your kids do here each day."

With those words as an introduction, Dr. Bloom began the introductions of those with whom he shared the stage -- Principal Whiting, Rachel Miras, the PTA President and a number of other school administrators.

"And last by but by no means least," he continued, gesturing toward the older woman standing in front of the middle school chamber orchestra on stage, "and before she leads our eighth graders in a performance of God Bless America, the conclusion of which will be the signal for you to head out to meet your children's teachers in their classrooms, I'd like to say a few words about our music teacher and conductor Mrs. Sharon Gold. Sharon has been a fixture here for almost 25 years so it's with great sadness. . ."

But before Eric Bloom could finish that thought his microphone cut out. As he tapped on the offending instrument in the hopes of getting it to work, and as some of the parents and students began to laugh at the technical difficulty Dr. Bloom was experiencing, another voice -- a woman's voice -- could be heard over the auditorium's sound system.

"It doesn't matter what I know you little pervert -- it's what people will believe," the shrill but mocking voice boomed.

And then, as the stage lights dimmed, the mysterious rant continued, "and who do you think the school board is going to believe -- you -- you snivelling little weakling?"

As it dawned on Danielle what she was hearing, and as confused parents began looking around in the dark, a spot light shown down from the rafters above the stage illuminating the gorgeous but now clearly disconcerted MILF.

"No," the voice continued as the gathered crowd began to put the formerly disembodied speaker together with the woman literally trapped like a deer in the spotlight, "those old men are going to take one look at me -- at this body -- and put you out on your ear. And as for old lady Gold, she's just getting what's been coming to her for a long time. Now just do what you're told. Do . . . you . . . understand!"

Danielle was in a panic -- what had just happened? Who could have recorded her private conversation with Bloom. And everybody was now looking at her -- and pointing -- and smirking -- and laughing. This had all gone very horribly wrong.

Any normal man or woman would have known that the gig was up and made a quick retreat for the exit but not Mrs. Parnell. She was not a quitter -- she was gorgeous, brilliant and a ruthless lawyer and manager -- and she was going to turn this thing around.

"What's the meaning of this," she demanded as the laughter and finger pointing continued.

"That's . . . that's not my voice . . . I'm being framed," she yelled all the louder confirming -- despite her express efforts to the contrary -- that the voice they had been hearing was indeed hers.

And then, still intent on salvaging her own position and finishing Mrs. Gold (and now Dr. Bloom too), and with the spotlight still on her, Danielle made what would become her most costly mistake of the evening -- she headed for the stage. Pushing past those seated beside her, including Emma Duncan and her smiling son Callum, Mrs. Danielle Parnell at last got to the edge of the front row where the steps led up to the podium and, turning on her very high Louboutin heel began to ascend the first step.

Had it not been completely dark -- and had Danielle been able to hear over the growing crescendo of laughter -- coming mostly from the women who were happy to see the normally super confident woman in distress -- she may have seen her son Willl sitting at the end of the first row, or heard him call out "mom, please don't go up there -- you're embarrassing me," or felt his small hand as it barely missed its intended target of her wrist and instead grasped in the dark the side of her very fashionable leather pencil skirt that was fastened together only by seven silver snaps. But it was dark, and it was loud, and so with a spotlight illuminating her for all in the auditorium to see, Mrs. Danielle Parnell began forcefully to climb the stairs and -- as her own son by holding fast to her skirt in an effort to save himself embarrassment caused seven shiny snaps quickly came undone -- ended up suddenly and humiliatingly on stage in only her 4.5" shoes, tiny black, translucent Cosa Bella thong and fitted white top.

As Danielle's jaw dropped and her eyes bulged at the realization of her predicament, the crowd went wild. There wasn't a flaccid man nor a disappointed woman in the auditorium. The former were thrilled at finally getting to see the fabulous and firm ass of the stuck-up little sex kitten who constantly teased and tormented them and the latter were overjoyed by the fall of the imperious little show off-who never let an opportunity to mock them pass. Meanwhile, with his mother's fashionable leather skirt in his hand and a very confused feeling in his head, young Will Parnell watched helplessly as Callum first high-fived a smiling Hank and then used his iPhone to record the scene for posterity.

What happened next began the final undoing of the imperious Danielle Parnell. As her mind tried to process the indignity of standing before the assembled parents of Davidson's sixth grade class in naught but her panties, heels and blouse, her instinct to flee at last kicked in. With the spotlight following her tight, thong encased bottom, Mrs. Parnell made for the stage's nearest wing only to find the corpulent Principal Whiting blocking her way -- "oh no you don't you little tease," snarled the smiling Lori Whiting, "you're not getting past me." Turning toward the stairs, Danielle came face-to-face with PTA president Rachel Miras -- who the once preening snob had referred to as a Hobbit on more than one occasion -- "think again sweetie," threatened Rachel who, under the cover of darkness grabbed the back of Danielle's tight white blouse as the latter tried to teeter away on her towering heels. As Mrs. Miras held fast, Danielle tried with all her might to run backstage but, as the resulting RIIIIIPPPPPP separated her high fashion top from her marvelously tan body, she was intercepted by a delighted Eric Bloom into whom she ran pert tits first.

With a smile on his face and raising up to his full 5'5" height, the now confident Dr. Bloom loudly chided the undone mom, "why Mrs. Parnell, this is most inappropriate . . . shame on you madam."

And then, as Danielle Parnell's mind began to reel from the mortification of it all and the crowd continued to howl with delight, the stage lights came back up. Although the orchestra members had since fled, their conductor, Mrs. Sharon Gold, stood before the nearly naked Mrs. Parnell brandishing the bow of a violin in much the same way that Danielle had only hours before held her own riding crop. Struck by the irony of it all, and with a daffy look on her once smug face, the humiliated Danielle Parnell began to wobble on her towering heels. Although a fall was likely imminent, any chance of that was dashed when the 65 year old Mrs. Gold took hold of Danielle's diamond bracelet encrusted wrist and pulled the arrogant prima donna across her lap.

"For the record, Mrs. Parnell," the older woman began, "I would not and never have spanked a child. But, seeing as how you're a grown woman who also happens to be a very naughty girl, I'm going to spank you right now. And, although all of the men are going to take well more than one look at you -- at that body -- it's you who is going to be put out on your ear . . . and who is just going to get what's been coming to her for a long, long time."

As the men and women of Davidson cheered her on, the old but stately Mrs. Sharon Gold began to reign down spanks on the perfectly formed ass of the now completely cowed Danielle Marie Parnell -- first with the riding crop bow and next with her bony bare hand.

With her toned legs flailing at the empty air behind her, Mrs. Parnell -- crying like a baby, and shouting out "stop it mommy, stop it . . . not on my bare tushy" -- managed unintentionally to kick off her sexy high heeled shoes. Meanwhile, Mrs. Gold relieved the comely counselor of her very grown-up and incredibly naughty thong so that in the end, the once highly fashionable, domineering, show-off appeared as nothing but a naughty little girl being spanked by a much older woman.

Before she passed out from shame, and so that there was no mistake about who had won the night, the elegant but elderly Sharon Gold whispered softly into Danielle's ear, "you have no idea with whom you're dealing Parnell . . . . and for the record, your daughter came to my class by mistake . . . I'm the orchestra conductor and she's in the band."