This short story is an entry in the 2003 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
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Let Me See If I Understand This....
By
Joe Whatever
"Now let me see if I understand this correctly", Principal Henderson said. "You're telling me the eighteen year old senior who transferred into my school last week is really a twenty-five year old undercover police officer?"
"That's right", the voice on the phone said. "They're keeping it secret from everyone because they don't want to blow her cover." "I guess the bitch they got to play her Aunt really hates her guts." "I heard she really gave Tracy a hard time when she registered her for school last week."
Principal Henderson smiled as he recalled the scene. Her Aunt had seemed strangely delighted when he handed her the Discipline Permission form. Not only had the old crone cheerfully given the school permission to paddle her frowning niece, she had also written in the words BARE BOTTOM in the Special Notes section.
Tracy's reaction had surprised Henderson. Tracy didn't seem frightened or nervous. As her chuckling Aunt filled out the form the fearlessly defiant Tracy clenched both her fists and her teeth in helpless frustration while glaring at her Aunt with a hateful "I'll get you for this!" look.
Tracy's reaction had seemed strange at the time. But now Henderson understood...
Principal Henderson thanked his friend for the tip and hung up the phone. As luck would have it, Tracy was waiting in the outer office, Discipline pass in hand.
Her offense was sassing Mrs. Peabody, an craggy old busybody who handed out detention passes like candy. Mr. Henderson routinely threw these passes away after telling the smiling students to "stay out of the old biddy's way".
But as he peeked out the door into the lobby Mr. Henderson began to envision another scenario. He had never spanked a female before, although he had fantasized about it for years.
Female students were always paddled by a female teacher. But Tracy wasn't really a student, was she? Mr. Henderson knew that if he did spank her, the proud policewoman would be too embarrassed to ever admit it to anyone. It would be a secret both of them would take their graves.
Tracy would be a free-bee.
And then there were the two intriguing words written on her punishment pass: BARE BOTTOM.
Did he dare?
Mr. Henderson lustfully eyed the petite redhead in the cute denim shorts sitting in his waiting room for several moments before letting his little head make the decision for him. With all of the solemnity he could muster given the fact that he felt like dancing, Mr. Henderson pulled the paddle out of his desk and gravely walked towards the door.
The End
© Copyright Joe Whatever, 29 August 2003
Reviews
Ted <quixotoes(at)aol(dot)com>
Here is a clever situation that doesn't live up to its promise because the language is pedestrian and cliched («really hates her guts», «the old crone», «craggy old busybody») and the story doesn't have an ending. The ending is presumed, but it is what happens after the 500-word limit is reached that would have been more interesting than the set up.
Pam <PamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
I liked this one. It was well written and had humor. This author does seem a bit like the head joke writer though as many of his stories have the same type of setup.
Huh Chuh <huhchuh(at)yahoo(dot)com>
That principal deserves to be placed in a similar situation and spanked well. I'd really like to see him taken down a peg or two. Great job.