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