The title is either a typo or a play on words.  I don't know which, 
so I left it alone.  -- C.L.





                         TATTLE TAIL

                             by
                  
                        Joe Whatever



"Cynthia, is that really YOU?" Rebecca asked.  The female in 
the school uniform certainly resembled her old babysitter.  
But Rebecca was 19 now, which meant that her former sitter 
must have been at least 27.

"Um...yes," the "schoolgirl" admitted, sheepishly.

"What on earth are you doing in that school uniform?" Rebecca asked. 

"I needed access to the records at the Willow Reformatory for my 
doctoral dissertation.  Unfortunately, the headmaster insisted 
that I enroll as a student."

Rebecca could barely conceal her delight.  She herself was dressed 
in her natty business clothes, while the babysitter who had lorded 
it over her was running around in school uniform. 

Payback time!

"Your uniform is as cute as a button," Rebecca teased, her voice 
oozing mock sincerity.  "With that tiny little skirt, I bet all 
the boys whistle at your underpants when the wind blows."

Cynthia blushed and ground her teeth in helpless frustration as the 
brat she once babysat gleefully giggled at her humiliation.

Rebecca beamed as Cynthia nervously shifted her weight from foot to 
foot.  "I know that dirty old letch of a headmaster videotapes -- 
for 'insurance reasons' -- all of the spankings he gives," Rebecca 
said, happily.  "My boyfriend, Tom, transfers them to CD for him, 
and he showed me a few of them.  The girls always end up kicking 
and crying and wiggling their little butts while they promise to 
be good...."  She tried -- and failed -- to look sympathetic.     

"Do you have 10 demerits yet, Cindy?"  she asked, her voice 
quivering with anticipation.  "Has the headmaster pulled down 
your little underpants and tanned your bare fanny?  I would 
LOVE to see that tape."

"No," Cynthia cursed under her breath.

"Well, how many demerits DO you have?  Don't lie, because I'm 
going to ask Tom to check the school records."

"Nine," Cynthia admitted, reluctantly.

"Just one more...and then it's SPANK!  SPANK!  SPANK!"  

Cynthia winced as Rebecca made mocking spanking motions with her 
hand while giggling hysterically.

"You know, Cindy, when you hit 10 demerits, I'll have a little 
party," Rebecca gloated.  "I'll invite all of the girls you used 
to baby sit to come over to watch your DVD.  Remember how you 
liked to tattle on us?  I'm going to enjoy watching that dirty 
old man paddle your cute little bottom till you cry your eyes out.  

"And don't forget corner time," she added.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Rebecca," Cynthia replied.  "But the 
semester's over Friday, and I'm still one demerit short."

"Be careful, little Cindy," Rebecca smirked as she stepped off 
the bus.  "You never know when someone might tattle on you." 

As the bus pulled away, Rebecca flipped open her cell phone.  
"Willow Reformatory?  I was on the bus today, and one of your 
students was VERY rude to me...."



Edited by C. Lakewood


