TOMORROW 

                           by

                      Joe Whatever 



"Don't worry, Governor," the warden said.  "We'll take good care 
of that undercover FBI agent you're sending over tomorrow.  I'll 
be the only one who knows her true identity, just like the Feds 
want."  The warden leaned back in his chair and laughed.  "But 
we'll certainly treat her better than the little bimbo we processed 
today."

"What do you mean?" the governor asked.

"The little strumpet who arrived today refused to strip.  It seems 
she was a modest dearie and objected to a shucking down in front of 
me and my men.  But we stripped her down buck naked anyway, and I 
personally checked every nook and cranny.  Of course, even though 
she still wasn't smuggling nothing, that didn't excuse her sassy 
attitude," he explained.  "So we put her over the punishment block, 
and the boys gave her bare fanny a good dose of strap oil.  She 
wasn't so sassy after we got her singing.  Seeing as how she was 
strapped down with her bare fanny sticking up in the air, the boys 
and I decided to have a little fun with her.  Goll-ee, was she 
tight.  Of course, she resisted some of the boys at first, but 
after a few more licks from the strap, she swallowed every drop.  
She's probably the only woman on the chain gang who's happy to be 
there," he chuckled.  "Building a road in 110 degree heat is nasty 
work, but at least she doesn't have to sit down.  O'course, if she 
gets lazy or sassy, she'll end up with another dose of bare bottom 
justice.  The guards tend to be pretty strict with the new girls, 
to teach them their place.  

"She was a pretty one, too," the warden continued.  "I heard a 
couple of the guards whispering about how they were going to 
unshackle her from the other girls and sneak her back to the 
prison bus for a little loooove.  If she's lucky, they'll put 
her on all fours or use that hot little mouth of hers.  With 
the state of her backside, she's going to be pretty squirmy 
if they lay her down for a poke."

"Warden, I think we have a problem," the governor said.

"What do you mean, Governor?" the warden replied.

"The undercover FBI agent arrived at your prison TODAY," the 
governor said, quietly.



Edited by C. Lakewood