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