THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING NICE TO YOUR FANS 

                              by

                         Joe Whatever



"You're Crawford, and you're late."

The pretty young woman in the school uniform looked at the 
teacher and stammered, "Uh...actually my name is Britney, 
and I'm shooting the music video down the hall."

The doddering old man in the front of the classroom looked 
confused.  It was hard enough substituting, but now he had 
a phony student.

Before he could apologize, a female student interrupted.

"I know you think the old ones are stupid, Crawford, but lying 
makes it worse," she said.

Britney looked across the classroom and recognized the source of 
the lie as a student whom she had turned down for an autograph.  
Britney shot her an angry glare as the grinning young woman winked 
back.

"Old and stupid indeed," the scowling teacher grumbled as he 
grasped Britney by the wrist.  "The OLD ways are still the 
best ways, young lady."

Britney gasped as the old man sat down on a chair and flung her 
over his knee like a rag doll.

She had been warned not to wander through the school in uniform, 
but the temptation had been irresistible.  Unfortunately the 
18-year-old seniors in this class were only a few years younger 
than her.  In her in her plaid skirt and pony tail, she was now 
just another naughty student....

Britney's eyes flew open as the first spank landed like a 
thunderclap on the seat of her short skirt.  Someone had to 
stop this!  Someone had to tell this old fool who she was!

But, as she scanned the classroom, she saw nothing but smiles.

"Excuse me, sir," a nerdy male student in the front row said.  
"I believe, according to the new rules, you should be spanking 
her bare...."

Britney stared at the young man in disbelief.  She had seen him 
working in the office that morning; she had laughed out loud when 
he stood up and revealed the short pants of his silly uniform. 

But her smug sense of superiority vanished as her short skirt 
was lifted and her underpants slid down past her knees.

Britney looked up at the class.  All of the boys (and a few of 
the girls) were staring at her bare bottom with undisguised lust.  
She knew what the boys' obvious excitement and the girls' smirks 
meant.

Everyone knew who she was.

But no rescue was coming.

"Perhaps we should move closer," a female student suggested.  
Britney remembered laughing at the young woman that morning 
when the wind had lifted her short skirt in front of the 
school building.

The headmaster agreed, and the class quickly formed a circle around 
Britney.  Most of the girls stood up close so that they could see 
her already tear-streaked face, while most of the boys took a 
position to one side.

"When the little slut kicks, she'll show the boys everything," the  
smiling young woman tittered.

Britney kicked and cried and wiggled as the headmaster taught her 
the importance of being nice to her fans....



Edited by C. Lakewood