




                  A VERY LONG INTERVIEW 

                           by

                      Joe Whatever



Business was booming at the mall.  The community's moral outrage 
over the "scandalous" dress of young women had led to the passage 
of the so-called "Britney Laws" -- a set of rules that empowered 
local police and security guards to publicly spank the bare 
backsides of "indecently" clad women.

Cynthia watched as high school principal Peter Patters warmed to 
his new summer job -- using his wooden paddle to tan the bare 
fanny of yet another shapely 19-year-old girl.

Months ago, Cynthia's scorching TV interview with Patters had 
defeated his scheme to bring back paddling in schools.

But he had found a new outlet for his favorite pastime....

He had so far refused her requests for a second interview.  She 
knew that, if she could just get a long enough interview with 
him, however, she could break him.

She nervously examined the clothes in her shopping bag.  She 
was confident that they would get her close enough to nail 
the bastard. 

It wasn't REALLY dangerous, she kept telling herself.  Patters 
wouldn't DARE spank HER!

After all, Cynthia was a celebrity!

A respected journalist!

A Pulitzer Prize winner!

She swallowed as she headed to the ladies' room to change.  A 
confident and crisply dressed professional woman in a natty 
pinstripe suit strode into the restroom....

And an anxious and frightened bimbo in a half t-shirt and denim 
shorts nervously tiptoed out.

Jimbo, the pimply-faced 19-year-old security guard lit up like 
a Christmas tree when he saw Cynthia tentatively emerge from 
the restroom in her skimpy outfit.

She recognized the guard from her blistering exposé on mall 
security.  And it was obvious from the smile on his face that 
the guard remembered her.

She gasped as Jimbo ratcheted the cuffs shut, securing her 
hands behind her back, before pushing her to the front of 
the line.

Principal Patters could barely contain his glee as he unzipped 
Cynthia's shorts and pulled them down.

She held her breath.  She knew the next step was up to his 
discretion.  Her little blue panties were skimpy and offered 
precious little protection...but they would preserve a shred 
of modesty.

Patters' smile left no doubt.  Cynthia's baby blue panties were 
coming DOWN.

She gasped as the beaming Mr. Patters teasingly hooked his 
fingers into the waistband.

"Please!" she whimpered.  "Not on the bare.  Not in front of 
everyone."

The crowd was a sea of cheers, laughter, and flashbulbs as Mr. 
Patters effortlessly skinned her underpants down to her knees.

Cynthia was desperate to regain control as Patters flipped her 
over his knee like a doll.  The tips of her sneakers and the 
tip of her nose were both inches from the floor.  Her bottom 
was perfectly positioned.

"I wanted to ask you why pretty girls are always spanked bare, 
despite the fact...."

WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!

"Please!  I'll be good!"

WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!

"I'm sorry I dressed like this!"

WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!

"I'll be a good girl, SIR!"

WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!

Cynthia belatedly realized that this would be the longest 
interview of her life.



Edited by C. Lakewood


