



                     ANGEL IN UNIFORM

                           by

                      Joe Whatever



The headmaster smiled.  It was hard to believe that the gangly, 
awkward adolescent fidgeting nervously in front of his desk was 
a brilliant and wealthy private detective, a "Jeopardy!" champion, 
and a former police officer.

What a difference a school uniform could make.

Natalie was undercover at a reformatory that specialized in 
"rehabilitating" spoiled adult women through school uniforms 
and old-fashioned discipline....

The beautiful blonde hated exchanging her stylish clothes for the 
academy's degrading uniform: white knee socks, blue skirt, white 
blouse, and striped tie.  But the humiliation of the agonizingly 
short skirt was nothing compared to the torture of standing in 
front of the headmaster's desk with a punishment slip in her 
trembling hand.

Her humble manner was in stark contrast to the sassy and 
sophisticated attitude she'd projected when she first met 
the headmaster.  But a few days in the childish uniform 
had utterly shattered her self-image.

She was now just another frightened, naughty schoolgirl, anxiously 
biting her lip and awkwardly shifting her weight from foot to foot 
as she nervously awaited her sentence....

"Potty Pass Violation" was an absurdly trivial offense, scarcely 
worthy of a verbal reprimand.  But as the man recalled her previous 
brash and impertinent manner, he decided to teach the saucy minx a 
lesson.

She winced as the stern headmaster picked up the long, slender 
punishment cane and teasingly SWISHED! it through the air....

Blushing, she mumbled a desperate plea.  "Please, sir...just don't 
take down my underpants,  It's so...so...humiliating!"

It was a reasonable request.  Bare bottom punishments were reserved 
for incorrigibles.

But, as he ogled Natalie's lovely legs and tight, round bottom, his 
resolve...and other portions of his anatomy...stiffened.  Besides, 
it was her own boss, Mr. Bosley, who had suggested that the angry 
red stripes would confirm Natalie's cover story with the other 
students....

The headmaster smiled.  The admissions procedure had systematically 
stripped Natalie of her money, car keys, credit cards, jewelry, 
identification, cell phone, makeup, and even her clothes.

The once proud and independent career woman was now totally 
helpless, utterly at the headmaster's mercy....

He easily pulled her over his knee and flipped up her skirt for a 
quick "warm up" before her caning.

After all, a bottom as curvaceous and lovely as Natalie's deserved 
a "hands-on" approach!

He teasingly ran his fingers over her tight, white underpants, 
and she once again pleaded for mercy.  "Please, sir...not on 
the bare!  I'll do ANYTHING!"

He smiled.  The once proud detective's pleas were desperate, 
pitiful...and totally futile.

Chuckling, he imagined the humiliated private detective standing 
in the lunchroom with her hands on top of her head.  Her skirt 
would be pinned up, front and back, her underpants lowered, and 
her well-spanked bottom would be displayed for all to see.

In the surveillance room, Bosley rechecked the VCR.  He knew he 
would want to review this particular case tape over and over again.



Edited by C. Lakewood
 

