A VERY LONG INTERVIEW (M/F) (ADULT)

Business was booming at the Mall.  The community's moral outrage over
the "scandalous" dress of young women had led to the passage of the
so-called "Brittany Laws" - a set of rules that empowered local police
and security guards to publicly paddle the bare backsides of
"indecently" clad women.

Cynthia watched as Principal Patters warmed to his new summer job -
using his wooden hairbrush to tan the shapely bare fanny of yet another
shapely 19 year old girl.

Cynthia's scorching TV interview with Patter's had defeated his evil
scheme to bring back school paddling.

But Principal Patters had found a new outlet for his favorite pastime.

Patter's had refused Cynthia's requests for an interview.  Cynthia knew
that if she could get a long enough interview with him she could break
him.

Cynthia nervously examined the clothes in her shopping bag.  Cynthia was
confident the clothes in her shopping bag would get her close enough to
nail him.

It wasn't REALLY dangerous.  Mr. Patters would DARE spank HER!

Cynthia was a celebrity!

A respected journalist!

A Pulitzer Prize winner!

Cynthia swallowed as she headed to the bathroom to change.  A confident
and crisply dressed professional woman in a natty pinstripe suit strode
into the restroom.

An anxious and frightened bimbo in a half T-shirt and denim shorts
nervously tiptoed out.

The pimply faced 19 year old security guard lit up like a Christmas tree
when he saw Cynthia tentatively emerge from the restroom in her skimpy
outfit.

Cynthia recognized the guard from her blistering expose on Mall
security.

And it was obvious from the smile on his face that the guard recognized
her.

Cynthia gasped as the guard ratchet the cuffs shut tightly behind her
back and pushed her to the front of the line.

Principal Patters could barely contain his glee as he unzipped Cynthia's
shorts and quickly skinned them down to her knees.

Cynthia held her breath.  She knew the next step was up to Mr. Patter's
discretion.  Cynthia's tiny blue panties were skimpy, and offered
precious little protection.

Mr. Patters smile answered all questions.  Cynthia's baby blue panties
were coming DOWN!

Cynthia gasped as the beaming Mr. Patters teasingly hooked his fingers
into the waistband of her underpants.

"Please!" she gasped.  "Not on the bare!"   "Not in front of everyone!"

The crowd was a sea of snickers, laughter, and flashbulbs as Mr. Patters
effortlessly skinned her underpants down to her knees.

Cynthia resolved to regain control as Mr. Patters flipped her over her
knee like a doll.  The tips of her sneakers and the tip of her nose were
both inches from the floor.  Her bottom was perfectly positioned.

"I wanted to ask you why pretty girls are always spanked bare despite
the fact..."

WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"Please!"  "I'll be good!"

WHAP!  WHAP! WHAP!

"I'm sorry I dressed like this!"

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"I'll be a good girl, Sir!"

WHAP! WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!

Cynthia realized that this would be the longest interview of her life.