As the secretaries go over their bosses' laps, the witnesses sing along. This was a hectic week for Bonnie Anderson. Between yowls, in response to each hot hairbrush stroke, Smith promised to become a better teacher. Only time and the hairbrush would tell. No, it was great. Now that Bonnie had the taste, she wanted more. Bonnie had been thinking about the secret society of witnesses that Julie gathered each time a spanking was administered in her office, or by the dean, and was concerned about it. At first it seemed like a good idea for word to go out that staff members were humiliatingly spanked on their bare butts.
- Candy Black - Socks are better than lingerie