PATIENCE by Joe Whatever Principal Sam Walters didn't like Paula Peterson, but Sam was a patient man. When Paula asked permission to sit in on her nephew's classes, he readily agreed. His stipulation that she give her mother power of attorney in case of "medical emergencies" seemed reasonable. On the second week of class Sam manufactured a bogus parking "crisis" to justify the elimination of Paula's parking space. Now she had to ride the bus and eat at school. He waited another week before suggesting that Paula dine in the cafeteria "with the other students" instead of the teacher's lounge. He ordered Paula's teachers to treat the 27-year-old EXACTLY like any other student. Sam enjoyed watching Paula's brazen self-confidence slowly melt away. He had to call 10 times before the state sent Paula the letter ordering her to take a gym class. But Sam was a patient man. The computer assigned Paula to the kindly Mrs. Rowe's gym class. But Sam patiently rearranged the schedules to place Paula under the thumb of the dictatorial Miss Brick. Miss Brick demanded that Paula wear the regulation school gym uniform and wash with the other 18-year-old students in the large gang shower. Paula was horribly shy about her petite stature and small breasts, and the daily humiliation of being forced to shower with the other girls in front of the tomboyish Miss Brick quickly eroded what little self-esteem she had left. When Sam Walters nagged the superintendent into asking her to wear a school uniform, she was too cowed to fight back. Sam chuckled as he remembered the look on Paula's face as she had watched her mother sign the "in loco parentis" forms that authorized use of the paddle. She had been shocked when her mother had asked if her spankings would be administered "on the bare." And she had watched in helpless horror as Sam showed her mother how to properly authorize the shameful and ignominious punishment. It had been two weeks since the form had been signed. But, when Paula missed the bus and was 10 minutes late for her first period study hall, Sam knew his long wait was over. He peeked through the window in his office door and smiled. Paula was sitting on the bench outside his office with her ankles crossed, fidgeting like the naughty teenager she now was. The uniformed schoolgirl stared nervously up at the enormous wall clock. The childish coloring of the red, blue, and green hands seemed strangely appropriate, given the juvenile nature of the punishment she was about to receive. It had taken him four months to transform Paula from a snotty executive into a timid schoolgirl, but Sam Walters had relished every minute of her humiliating tumble. Her spanking was supposed to start at 1PM. It was now 1:07. Tick, tock! Tick, tock! Sam loved watching Paula squirm as she imagined her underpants being lowered and the paddle warming her behind. He smiled, watched, and waited. Sam Walters was a patient man. Edited by C. Lakewood