

                            68 

                            by

                       Joe Whatever



"It is an honor to have the new American Ambassador visit our 
humble prison," the sycophantic warden gushed.

"Are these all the girls you picked up during that university 
protest?" the Ambassador asked.

"Yes, Excellency.  Of course, we usually spank just the leaders 
and let the others watch."

The Ambassador smiled and walked slowly up and down the lines 
of almost a hundred kneeling coeds.  The women were all in 
their prison issue underwear: gray half-shirts and gray stretch 
panties.  The entire room was a sea of nervous, shifting bottoms.

"Any Americans?" the Ambassador asked.

"No, sir," the warden replied.  "When an American shows her 
passport, she is immediately released."

The Ambassador stopped his tour short in the middle of a row.  
"Number 68 looks a little older than the others," he noted.

"She may be an instructor; that's probably why she refused to 
give her name," the warden replied, checking his clipboard.  
"And it says she had no ID.  Not that it matters.  Bottoms 
are more important than names."

The warden skimmed through the papers quickly.  "Actually, she 
wasn't leading the protest.  So she won't be spanked.  She'll 
simply watch."

"A huge mistake," the Ambassador said, gravely.  "You can tell 
from her body language that her sassy bottom is just itching -- 
yes, itching -- for the strap.  I think this little vixen needs 
a lesson in obedience."  

He slowly ran his finger across the seat of 68's underpants, and 
she flinched at his touch.  "Yes, a stern lesson." 
 
Number 68 was quivering like a frightened rabbit, but the warden 
was anxious to please.  "Quite right!" he said, unctuously.

He motioned to the guards, who immediately seized the girl and 
dragged her over to the spanking bench.  It took only a few 
seconds to strap her down over the bench and slip the gag into 
place.

She looked anxiously over her shoulder as the warden and the 
Ambassador inspected her upturned, squirming bottom.  The 
latter ran his finger over the gusset of her gray panties, 
which were soaked with her own juices, and chuckled lewdly.  
"Randy little minx, isn't she?  As I said, it's clear that 
she needs an exemplary punishment."

He smiled down at her, reveling in his power.  "And perhaps a 
lesson in humility as well?" he added, as he teasingly pulled 
the waistband of her prison underpants away from her body.

The warden smiled and nodded.  The woman blanched as the guards 
quickly lowered the underpants to her knees.

The Ambassador and the warden sank into a comfortable leather 
couch and watched as the jailer measured the first stroke against 
the terrified girl's twitching bare bottom.

The Ambassador smiled.  He had warned his pretty but willful young 
wife that her crazy scheme of being arrested as "an unidentifiable 
observer" was risky.

There was no doubt about it; 68 needed to be taught a lesson....



Edited by C. Lakewood

