



                    WINNING HIM OVER 

                           by

                      Joe Whatever



Jennifer knew she could win Mr. Johnson over.

"Stacy was my daughter; you're renting her old room," Johnson 
objected.  "I can't spank you."

"But I WANT you to spank me," Jennifer insisted.  "I want you 
to spank me just like you used to spank Stacy."

Johnson knew that it had been he, not Jennifer, who had spilled 
the water on the counter, and it had taken only a few seconds to 
mop it up.  Though barely 19, Jennifer was the most responsible, 
focused, persuasive, and well-organized young woman he had ever 
met.

Why did she want a SPANKING?

"Please, Mr. Johnson," she pleaded.  "I want you to spank me like 
Stacy....  And you need to do it tonight."

He stroked his chin thoughtfully.  "Are you sure, Jennifer?  When 
I spanked Stacy, I didn't stop until there were real tears," he 
warned.

Her stomach knotted.  She had been hoping that the spanking might 
be a tad less draconian than the butt blisterings Stacy had 
endured.  But she wasn't going to quibble when she was so close to 
victory.  "Yes, sir," she said, tentatively, as if she could hardly 
believe her own voice.  "I don't want you to hold back.  I want 
real tears -- and corner time -- just like Stacy."

"It's not a spanking unless it's given on bare skin," he said, 
trying not to smile.

She flushed.  "TOTALLY bare?" she whined.  "But...."

"Bare...or not at all," he said, crisply.  "IF I do this, you'll 
be naked from the waist down."

Her face was crimson.  BARE BOTTOM?  At 21?  How humiliating!

Bare or not at all?

"Bare, please, sir," she said, meekly.

"Go upstairs and put on your jammies, Jenny," he ordered in his 
most patronizing voice.  Jennifer flushed at the command, but 
obediently scampered up the stairs.  

She knew she had won him over.  But his stern and uncompromising 
tone made it clear that she was going to get it...BUT GOOD!

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Jenny cried uncontrollably as Mr. Johnson lectured her in the most 
condescending tone imaginable about the damage the harmless water 
"might" have caused the indestructible granite counter.  She knew 
she was innocent, but the hairbrush brooked no contradiction.  As 
the spanks rained down, she promised to be "good" like the 
well-spanked little girl she now was.

She had left the window open so Steve could hear everything.  And 
she had arranged the mirrored closet door so that she could see 
Steve watching her punishment.  She wondered if he could see shame 
and humiliation in her eyes as Mr. Johnson put her through her 
paces.

The hairbrush was making her wiggle and squirm and kick, and she 
was now showing Steve far more than she had intended.  Steve 
hadn't dated anyone since Stacy had left for college, and the 
handsome 21-year-old had shown no interest in Jennifer.

Stacy had told Jennifer what her former boyfriend liked.  She had 
not, however, imagined that her spanking would be so painful and 
humiliating.

Even so, she was sure it would be worth it.



Edited by C. Lakewood

