



            LET ME SEE IF I UNDERSTAND THIS....

                            by

                       Joe Whatever 




"Now let me see if I understand this correctly," Principal Harold 
Henderson said.  "You're telling me the 18-year-old senior who 
transferred into my school last week is really a 25-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'd 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 the words "BARE BOTTOM" in the "Special Notes" section.

Tracy's reaction had surprised Henderson.  She hadn't seemed 
frightened or nervous.  But, as her chuckling aunt filled out 
the form, the fearlessly defiant Tracy just 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.

He 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 slips like candy.  Henderson routinely 
threw these slips away after telling the smiling students to 
"just stay out of the old biddy's way."

But, as he peeked out the door into the lobby, he 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?  He 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 freebie.

And then there were the two intriguing words written on her 
Discipline Permission form: "BARE BOTTOM."

Did he dare?

For several minutes, he lustfully thought about the petite redhead 
in the cute denim shorts sitting in his waiting room before finally 
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), he pulled the paddle out of his desk and gravely walked 
towards the door.



Edited by C. Lakewood


