Worse, what if she told them about the spanking. Told everyone she had him, stark naked, over her knee while she gave him HER birthday spankings, and ...fter that how I had kissed her feet.He had expected that already, and all day he had been looking around at school. Seeing if anyone was looking at him weird, or snickering at him behind his back as he passed them by. Luckily he hadn’t noticed anything, so he concluded she probably hadn’t, and anyway if she had, or was going to, he wanted to know. "Good. I don't like people staring atme. Especially little freaks likeyou. Now, tell me your name." "Karen," came the whispered reply. "Alright, then Karen, you remeber this: don't upset me again or you'llbe sorry." Afterissuing her threat, the blonde girl walked off. Karen watched her go.Another girl, this one Karen'sage came walking up to Karen. "Do you know how lucky you are? Betty's the meanest girl in thisschool." Karen noddedher head. "C'mon, don't be so scared. It ain't that bad. By the. Early afternoon, this would be the second time, today, if I read that look correctly.“Of course, sir.”I stood, not bothering with a notepad, having little question what he really needed me for. I smoothed my sleeveless dress and quickly checked my hair in the reflection of the company collage of pictures behind my desk. My dress was form fitting, several inches north of mid-thigh, and the front plunged below my breasts. Underneath was panties and stockings. I, of course, had on the ever-present. But spectacular hits weren't always the special ones.Sometimes it was the guys who'd given their estates to charity, or saton councils for many years, or contracted malaria exploring the Africanjungles. There were the touching tributes to boy soldiers, and then thesurvivors, who were interred with their DSOs and MCs and bars and whoseobituaries were like reading a Boy's Own magazine from the fifties orsixties.So as I wandered I took note of a few names, and dates. I guess Ineeded the.