From the Top Shelf - Beverly and the Principal, part 4

Let's resume our story and see if Beverly and Ward ever meet again. To refresh your memory, here are part1, part 2 and part 3.

Several days later she was shopping again for groceries. There in the produce aisle, once again, was Ward McCollum. When he saw her, he joked, “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

Bev laughed. “Of course, but rather here than in your office.” She almost rubbed her behind, but stopped herself.

Then he had to laugh. She had a point there. Then he became serious. “I have to ask, how is Haley at home? Around school she seems to be doing fine now. I don’t see any of that rebelliousness. I hated to use the paddle, you know, but sometimes that’s what works. Say would you join me for another cup of coffee?”

Bev felt flattered. From his manner she wondered if he was interested in her, as a woman, not just as Haley’s mother. She hoped so. “Sure. I’ll just check out.”

“Same shop--- on the next corner. I’ll meet you there.”

They met again at the coffee shop. Their conversation this time was more cordial. Ward seemed very nice once he was able to put aside his role as The Principal. As she suspected, Ward had no wife.

Then, to her absolute surprise Ward asked her out. She then surprised herself and accepted. “I took a chance here,” he said. “After all, our previous meetings have been, ah, not so pleasant.”

“I know,” said Bev, “so it is weird, just a bit. But, I’d better meet you somewhere.” Ward laughed.

 “I can see the wisdom in that. I’m not sure Haley would welcome me into your house.”

“You know, Ward, she really was ok about it afterward. I thought she’d be resentful and angry, but I think you were right. A short sharp shock is what she needed to turn her around.” Then Bev added, almost as if talking to herself, “I guess I needed it too.”

Ward took that in. “It was very brave, what you did. It’s admirable. And if I may say, you are a very attractive lady.”

Bev blushed, thinking about the rear view she had presented him with. Truth be known, she had to admit, her sexuality had always been centered around her bottom. It was her primary erogenous zone. She liked for men to fondle it, to knead it. It drove her crazy. But spanking it? That paddle had hurt, but the feeling afterwards had been sensuous. Would she want that again? No she decided, but then she studied Ward’s hands. They were large. What would his hands feel like?

* * *

Three months later…

Ward had courted her and the relationship had developed nicely, albeit slowly. They’d dined out, had gone to a few shows, and even one night dancing (although the dancing had been to a country band -- not her favorite). He sure was taking his time though, sighed Beverly. So far, no fireworks. He was a bit old fashioned in that respect, and she wondered when he would make a move. She was certainly ready. Replaying in her mind the scene in his office was arousing now even though it had been embarrassing and painful at the time. What must she have looked like, bending over and sticking her bottom out like that? But that and Ward’s forceful treatment of her, that’s what had her thinking very naughty thoughts. It was frustrating that he was moving so slowly. Maybe he felt he had to, given his position.

Now he had invited her to a costume party. It was a charity function and all the prominent folks in Hot Springs and some dignitaries from Fort Smith and Little Rock would be there. Ward was going to go in character and be The Principal, complete with formal gown and mortar board hat. Bev decided to compliment this by going as schoolgirl. In a thrift shop she found a plaid jumper and saddle oxfords. Then she added knee socks.

She looked herself over in the mirror. The jumper was short. It ended well above her knee, showing plenty of leg. Her breasts filled the white blouse nicely. Overall, she had to admit it was sexy -- thirty five year old schoolgirl Lolita, that was her. To cap it off, she put her hair in twin pigtails. The short plaid skirt, the tight top that her breasts strained against, the knee socks---she had to admit, it was a sexy tease to be sure. She wanted cute, not schoolgirl slut, but what the hell, she thought. Maybe it would light a fire under The Principal, as she had mentally dubbed him, and get things rolling.

Ward did a double take upon picking her up at her door, shaking his head and giving her a low whistle. That secretly pleased her even as she pretended embarrassment at his reaction. The party was to be held at the Sutton estate, a large manor house that had been the country home of a wealthy industrialist, but was now a property used as a conference center. It had a grand ballroom, a large study, a library, and sixteen bedrooms upstairs.

“There are some people here that I’ll need to talk to,” he told her. “There’s the superintendent for the county and some county commissioners and state legislators. Our budget is coming up and I need to get my two cents in.”

“And I thought we were here just to have a good time,” she teased.

“Well, I do have to do a little politicking,” he admitted. “But it will be fun. I promise.”

It was nice being with Ward. He introduced her to everyone he talked to. Beverly really didn’t know anyone, but she dutifully played the attentive escort. Every one they met remarked on the complimentary outfits, he The Principal and she the Schoolgirl. She got appreciative once-overs from the men. A few joked mildly at her expense.

“Very nice costume. But, I hope you behave yourself, young lady, and you don’t find yourself sent to the principal’s office.” And everyone would chuckle. If they only knew.

Then he started talking business with local politicians and Beverly grew bored. They were serving champagne. It always made her light headed. Before she knew it she was floating quite freely and feeling euphoric. The next time somebody cracked the joke about the principal’s office she cracked back, “Oh yes, I’ve heard he has a biiigg paddle for naughty girls.” And she spread her hands wide for emphasis. It got a nervous laugh. They could see she was tipsy. Ward frowned because “the somebody” had been a state senator high up on the budget committee.

“Beverly, cool it,” he whispered. “I need you to make a good impression.”

“Lighten up, Ward. Have fun.” She helped herself to another flute of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter.

Ward grimaced. It was enough that she was in that too sexy schoolgirl getup, although he had to admit, it was turning him on. But it was also that she was getting loopy and people were noticing. He pulled her aside. “Look, Bev, there are some important people here so please, tone it down a bit.”

But Bev was having too good a time. She flirted with anyone who commented on her outfit. And when she did, she stole glances at Ward to observe his reaction. He was getting steamed. So what? She thought. He could be stuffy if he wanted, but part of her knew she was poking a hornet’s nest -- and didn’t care. What would he do?

It was an offhand comment that finally did it. She was flirting with a couple of men while Ward was talking to another small group, when one of the men called over to Ward, “Hey Ward, I think little miss naughty here needs to see the principal. Don’t you keep a paddle around for this sort of thing?”

As Ward turned to look, Beverly stuck her tongue out and stepped on the guy’s foot---accidentally on purpose-- causing him to spill his drink down the front of his costume.

“Christ! Look what you did!” The guy sputtered. Beverly giggled.

Ward appeared at Beverly’s side and took her arm. “That’s quite enough, Bev. You’ve had too much to drink.”

Beverly stomped her foot. “I have not,” she said, jerking her arm away and in the process stumbling into a waiter holding a tray of canapés. The tray went flying and so did the canapés.

“Ok, that’s it,” said Ward. He grabbed her wrist and hustled her toward the stairs.

“What are you doing?” Bev sputtered as Ward tugged her along. She could imagine what the pair of them looked like. Ward in his black cap and gown pulling Beverly along. In her scandalously short tartan jumper, knee socks and pigtails she was a distraught schoolgirl being taken to task. Ward ignored the comments and chuckles from clusters of partygoers who witnessed the scene.

“Uh, oh, looks like somebody is in trouble,” tittered a slender blonde, eyeing the determined Ward.

“That’s the principal at the high school,” whispered her companion. “What do you think he’s going to do?”

“I think miss naughty schoolgirl is going to make a visit to the principal’s office.”

“I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes,” said her friend.

The blonde turned to her friend and smiled. “Oh, wouldn’t you? I wonder. He looks determined. She’s apparently been… naughty.” She shivered as she said that last word. “I wonder what he’ll do to her.” Her companion stared. Ward had looked around and had spied the staircase. Now he tugged a wobbly Beverly up the stairs, stumbling along behind like a recalcitrant child.

It was a big house. The party was downstairs and two levels up the place was deserted. Perfect. Just what he needed, lots of privacy. He opened several doors before he found what he was looking for -- an empty furnished bedroom. He pulled Beverly inside and shut the door.

“Why are we here?” pouted Beverly. “I was having a good time. I’m going back downstairs.” She turned to leave but Ward blocked her exit.

“You are not going anywhere until you promise to behave.” Ward stood between her and the door, arms folded, a sentry forbidding her to leave.

“Get out of my way, Ward.” She stamped her foot.

“Promise you will behave, or else,” said Ward firmly.

“Or else, what? I get my fourth detention? You didn’t bring your paddle.” She giggled as she said it, but a part of her knew that she was deliberately goading the man. She felt both reckless and excited. It almost seemed like the schoolgirl outfit had given her license to act like one. Her pent up frustration with the slow pace of Ward’s courtship had led her to tease him this way.

Ward smiled casually and it was that smile that finally sent a chill up Beverly’s spine. “Oh, I don’t need any paddle,” he said. He now understood. The outfit, the bratty behavior. It was a deliberate provocation. He took her wrist again and led her over to the bed. “But I think you are right about the detention, and it’s time you paid for your behavior downstairs.”

“What are you…?” But before Beverly could stop him he tipped Beverly across his knees face down.

For a second she was too shocked to react, but then she struggled as she realized what he was about to do.

“Ward, no. Don’t!” She looked anxiously over her shoulder.

But Ward was past the point of polite discussion. He flipped up the little skirt in back to reveal Beverly’s shapely bottom, clad in briefly cut flimsy panties. He sucked his breath in at the lovely vision before him, the full twin rounded cheeks wobbling as she squirmed over his lap.

“You need a good spanking, Beverly, and I’m going to give it to you. Then we’ll see about rejoining the party.”

What? She needed spanking? Before she could process this, she felt the first sharp splat! of Ward’s palm impacting her bottom. The several more smacks stung her behind.

“Ow! Ward, no. Stop.” It stung, really stung.

But Ward was just getting started. He planted a few more exploratory spanks, testing the resilience of her bottom. Then he settled into a tempo that rained brisk spanks on the lovely rounded orbs every half second or so. A steady tattoo of smack! smack! smack! resounded sharply in the small bedroom.

Beverly writhed and tried putting her hand back to protect her stinging bottom. It was really getting hot back there. Ward just grabbed her hand and held it in the small of her back.

“No, no, no, Beverly. This spanking is going to continue. And what’s more, I’m going to make it memorable.” Ward paused. Beverly wondered what he was doing until she felt his fingers in the elastic of her panties.

“Ward, no, don’t take my panties down! No!” She wriggled frantically but Ward was undeterred. He slid the flimsy panties down baring the lovely cheeks which now bore pink handprints. Time to really teach my girlfriend a lesson, thought Ward.

Ward beheld the bottom underneath his palm. It quivered lasciviously. He gave her nude cheeks a brisk smack! The flesh rippled in response. Then another and another. He increased the tempo. Her bottom bounded, the jouncy cheeks wobbled, absorbing the crisp smacks and changing color to a brighter red.

Yow! This really stings. Her quivering bottom continued to absorb sharp smacks from Ward’s capable palm. But a part of her welcomed the humiliating chastisement. She was becoming aroused by the heat in her bottom which spread to her pelvic region. Ward’s utter mastery of her was contributing too. Had she deliberately acted the bratty schoolgirl to provoke Ward? But the blazing fire in her behind was overwhelming her ability to reflect on her real motives.

The scene must have looked like a bizarre Benny Hill skit -- Ward, clad in his headmaster’s gown, holding the lush Beverly across his knee, her abbreviated schoolgirl skirt flipped up and her panties pulled down to her knees, her cheeky bare bottom on full display absorbing smack after smack from Ward’s punishing palm. Beverly wriggled and kicked, desperately seeking relief from the relentless smacking.

Beverly’s bottom cheeks were really glowing now and Ward decided that she was probably reaching the limit of her ability to deal with the stinging before she broke down. He didn’t want that. He just wanted to teach her a sharp lesson. But as he eased off he noticed moisture between the lips of her vagina, which had been impossible to ignore with her humping up and down. In fact the humping looked a lot like arousal. With a few more well placed splats he stopped.

“Can you behave now?” he asked resting his hand on her bottom.

“Arghh…ah,” she gurgled, subdued now. “Y-yes, Ward. I’m sorry.” If nothing else, the spanking had sobered her up. He stood her on her feet. Her hands rushed to her inflamed bottom. She rubbed vigorously and shifted from foot to foot, a naughty schoolgirl, duly punished.

“Ow, my gosh! Y-you spanked me! For real!!” She regarded Ward with something like awe.

“Yes, I did,” he said patiently. “You deserved it.”

“Ohhh…” she moaned and continued to rub. At the same time she felt really turned on. What to do now?

Beverly put herself back together. Ward took her by the arm and they returned to the party. As they descended the stairs, the same slender blonde and her friend observed the couple. Beverly’s eyes were red and she walked rather gingerly.

“Hmm… I’d say our little schoolgirl has been to the principal’s office,’ she remarked.

“More like the woodshed, I’d say,” said her friend. “I’d have loved to have been a fly on the wall for that.” As they walked past the friend caught Beverly absently rubbing her behind. “Yep, definitely the woodshed.”

They didn’t stay long after that. Ward made a final circuit of the room, shaking hands, saying good byes. Beverly accompanied him smiling politely. She was completely sober now as a result of the sharp spanking. Her bottom felt toasty warm and the heat was beginning to affect her in another way too. She was fully lubricated and turned on sexually. Her nipples felt hard and she was flushed.

When they were about to leave Ward turned to her with a look of concern. He’d been very nice to her after he’d spanked her, but still very much in control. “Look I was angry. How do you feel?”

Beverly clutched his arm and whispered. “My fanny is burning; but, I admit, I was out of line. But Ward, I don’t want to go home.”

Ward’s eyebrows raised. “No? Where do you want to go?”

“Your place. Now.”

As soon as they were inside Ward’s condo apartment, Beverly flew into his arms and they kissed passionately. Items of clothing dropped all the way to the bedroom, and by the time Beverly was supine on Ward’s bed she was naked. Ward wasn’t far behind. All of Beverly’s pent up sexual frustration was unleashed upon Ward, to his delight. Their coupling was at first fast and furious, then slow and sensuous. Ward knew how to slow down and build sensation on top of sensation until Beverly was practically screaming with pleasure. Especially intense for Beverly was when Ward placed her on all fours and entered her from behind, kneading and patting her still-red buttocks as he thrust himself against the resilient globes until both came again in a shattering climax.

When they finally rested, Ward propped his head up with his hand and said, “I don’t know what came over you tonight.”

Beverly giggled. “I don’t either, but I liked the outcome---even though I did get my hiney spanked hard, you awful man.”

“Listen, you deserved it. That schoolgirl act. What was I supposed to do with you?” Ward grinned, but he was still perplexed.

“Oh, Ward, I wanted you weeks ago, but you were so old fashioned. I just decided to hurry things along,” she said with an exasperated sigh. Men. They could be so dense.

Now Ward frowned. “You mean all that acting out at the party was deliberate so I would be forced to whisk you off somewhere to make you behave?”

“Well, I didn’t know that you would actually spank me.” Beverly pouted and tossed her head. “I thought I’d get you alone and then….you know,” she added coquettishly.

Ward sat upright now, giving this his full attention. “I ought to spank you again for pulling that stunt just to tease me. People are going to be talking for weeks now.”

“Oh, now wait a minute, Ward.” Beverly shrank back. “I’m already pretty sore from tonight.” Wow, he looked serious.

Ward studied her. “Alright,” he said shaking a finger at her, “For now, that is. But you have an upcoming appointment with me in the principal’s office.”

Beverly shivered with both trepidation and excitement.

That appointment is scheduled for the end of the week. Don't miss it!