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