68 (ADULT) (M/F)

"It is an honor to have the new American Ambassador visit our humble
prison", the sycophantic Warden gushed.

"Are these all the girls who you picked up during the University
protest?" the Ambassador asked.

"Yes your Excellency".  "Of course we usually just spank the leaders,
and let the others watch".

The American Ambassador smiled and walked slowly up and down the line of
75 kneeling young coeds.  The women were all in their prison issue
underwear: gray half shirts and gray stretch panties.

The entire room was a sea of nervous, shifting bottoms.

"Any Americans?" the Ambassador asked.

"No Sir", the warden replied.  "When an American shows her passport she
is immediately released."

The Ambassador stopped his tour short in the middle of a row.  "68 looks
a little older than the others" the Ambassador noted.

"She may be an instructor; that's probably why she refused to give her
name" the warden replied, checking his clipboard.  "And it says she had
no ID".  "Not that it matters."  "Bottoms matter more than names".

The warden skimmed through the papers quickly.  "Actually, she wasn't
leading the protest". "She won't be spanked".  "She'll simply watch".

"A huge mistake" the Ambassador said gravely.  "You can tell from that
her sassy bottom is just itching - yes, itching - for the lash".  "I
think this little vixen needs a lesson in obedience".

The Ambassador slowly ran his finger across the seat of 68's underpants
as she flinched at his touch.  "Yes, a stern lesson".

68 was quivering like a frightened bunny rabbit, but the Warden was
anxious to please.  "Quite right!" the warden said unctuously.

The Warden motioned to the guards, who immediately seized the girl and
dragged her over to the spanking bench.  It only took a few seconds to
strap the struggling girl down over the bench and slip the gag into
place.

The girl looked anxiously over her shoulder as the Warden and the
Ambassador inspected her upturned, squirming bottom.  The Ambassador ran
his finger over the gusset of her gray panties, which were soaked with
her own juices, and chuckled lewdly.  "Randy little minx, isn't she?" 
"Like I said, it's clear she needs an exemplary punishment".

The Ambassador smiled down, reveling in his power.  "And perhaps a
lesson in humility as well?" he added, as he teasingly pulled the
waistband of her prison underpants away from her body.

The Warden smiled and nodded.  The woman blanched as the guards quickly
lowered her prison underpants to her knees.

The Ambassador and the Warden sank into a comfortable leather couch and
watched as the jailer teasingly measured the first stroke against the
terrified girl's twitching bare bottom.

The Ambassador smiled.  He had warned his pretty but willful young wife
that her crazy scheme to be arrested as "an unidentifiable observer" was
risky.

There was no doubt about it.  68 needed to be taught a lesson...