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