WINNING HIM OVER by Joe Whatever Jennifer knew she could win Mr. Johnson over. "Stacy was my daughter; you're renting her old room," Johnson objected. "I can't spank you." "But I WANT you to spank me," Jennifer insisted. "I want you to spank me just like you used to spank Stacy." Johnson knew that it had been he, not Jennifer, who had spilled the water on the counter, and it had taken only a few seconds to mop it up. Though barely 19, Jennifer was the most responsible, focused, persuasive, and well-organized young woman he had ever met. Why did she want a SPANKING? "Please, Mr. Johnson," she pleaded. "I want you to spank me like Stacy.... And you need to do it tonight." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Are you sure, Jennifer? When I spanked Stacy, I didn't stop until there were real tears," he warned. Her stomach knotted. She had been hoping that the spanking might be a tad less draconian than the butt blisterings Stacy had endured. But she wasn't going to quibble when she was so close to victory. "Yes, sir," she said, tentatively, as if she could hardly believe her own voice. "I don't want you to hold back. I want real tears -- and corner time -- just like Stacy." "It's not a spanking unless it's given on bare skin," he said, trying not to smile. She flushed. "TOTALLY bare?" she whined. "But...." "Bare...or not at all," he said, crisply. "IF I do this, you'll be naked from the waist down." Her face was crimson. BARE BOTTOM? At 21? How humiliating! Bare or not at all? "Bare, please, sir," she said, meekly. "Go upstairs and put on your jammies, Jenny," he ordered in his most patronizing voice. Jennifer flushed at the command, but obediently scampered up the stairs. She knew she had won him over. But his stern and uncompromising tone made it clear that she was going to get it...BUT GOOD! ****************************** Jenny cried uncontrollably as Mr. Johnson lectured her in the most condescending tone imaginable about the damage the harmless water "might" have caused the indestructible granite counter. She knew she was innocent, but the hairbrush brooked no contradiction. As the spanks rained down, she promised to be "good" like the well-spanked little girl she now was. She had left the window open so Steve could hear everything. And she had arranged the mirrored closet door so that she could see Steve watching her punishment. She wondered if he could see shame and humiliation in her eyes as Mr. Johnson put her through her paces. The hairbrush was making her wiggle and squirm and kick, and she was now showing Steve far more than she had intended. Steve hadn't dated anyone since Stacy had left for college, and the handsome 21-year-old had shown no interest in Jennifer. Stacy had told Jennifer what her former boyfriend liked. She had not, however, imagined that her spanking would be so painful and humiliating. Even so, she was sure it would be worth it. Edited by C. Lakewood