I have taken far greater editorial liberties with this story than 
with any of its fellows.  In the original, the tourist-volunteer 
was a man, and the group's affiliation wasn't mentioned.  -- C.L.  




                    RELISHING HER POWER 

                            by

                       Joe Whatever



The recreation of the 19th century British schoolroom was 
authentic, right down to the guide's prim Victorian costume.  

"Schoolmarms were often my age or even younger," the 18-year-old 
tour guide explained.  "Discipline was strict, and students were 
made to toe the line.  School was considered a privilege, and 
students were expected to do as they were told.

"So, if this were a class, and if I were the teacher, I would be 
in charge, and you'd have to do everything that I said," the girl 
said, her voice dripping with delight as she lectured the roomful 
of adults.

"What happened to students who misbehaved?" one woman asked.

"Why don't you come to the front, ma'am, and find out," the faux 
teacher replied with a smile.

The crowd tittered as the attractive, 30-something woman advanced 
to the front of the classroom.  Though casually dressed in a 
sleeveless top and bermudas, she had a definite air of authority 
about her.  And, like the rest of the tour group, she was American.

"The teacher's word was law," the guide explained as she drew 
a small circle on the board.  "There was strict discipline...or 
else!"

The pretty guide smiled superciliously up at the tourist-volunteer 
who stood before her.  "Naughty children would have to put their 
noses here...," she said, tapping the circle.  "Until teacher said 
otherwise."  The woman blinked, but nodded.  The "class" laughed 
with approval as she awkwardly bent over and pressed her nose 
against the small circle on the slate board.  She was tallish, 
and the circle was low, which forced her bottom high into the air.

The "teacher," clearly titillated by her power, theatrically 
extracted a tawse from her desk.  

"Of course, if the teacher became REALLY upset, she could make 
a student even more uncomfortable...."  

The woman tensed as she felt her teenage "teacher" teasingly run 
the strap across her upturned bottom.  The bent-over position was 
tightening her shorts considerably and emphasizing her well-shaped 
rump and her VPL.

The "class" was both appreciative and critical.

"Nice ass," someone yelled.  "But she should have worn a thong."

"Let her have it!" another voice demanded.
 
"Yeah, give it to her good!" someone else seconded.

The grinning teacher didn't wait for more votes.

POP!

POP!

POP!

POP!

By the time the woman stood up, there were tears in her eyes...and 
an interesting expression on her face. 

The teacher looked back at her class blandly, and she tapped the 
tawse against her palm.  "Any other questions?" she asked, sweetly. 

The room was a sea of raised hands and voices.

"I'm frequently late," one said.  "How many strokes would I get?" 

"Were students ever spanked on the bare?" 

"Do you ever use a cane?" 

"I saw a school uniform hanging on a hook at the back.  C-could 
somebody here try it on?  Um...please?"

The young teacher smiled as she caressed the strap and prepared 
to answer each question.

She gave this lecture more than 20 times a week, but the periodic 
tour groups from NOW -- the National Organization for Women -- 
were always her favorites.



Edited by C. Lakewood