Chapter 2

This is a work of fiction based on the television movie series called, Mystery Woman. Book store owner carried out her fantasy of spy filled and intriguing adventures. I do not own Mystery Woman, its characters or make any money from the writing or posting of this story.

Snoopy From Online To Undercover Schoolgirl

It had all started with an online lie, well actually an omission. Samantha had already proven she could be quite the Snoopy. The nickname Chief Connor had tagged the pretty lass with because of her unauthorized snooping around his open murder cases. he had not asked for her help nor was he happy to tolerate her case interference. After failure to get her to stop even after his assistant district attorney, Cassie paddled her. It was evident stronger measures were needed to curtail Samantha Kinsey’s desire to butt, in on his cases. It was high time for a try at male persuasion.

Lt. Robert Hawke, a detective and friend of Sam’s from childhood had become aware of her dream to investigate and solve mysteries like her friend Cassie did on a daily basis in the DA’s office. Book store owner turned sleuth was busy being an investigator for clues and now had graduated to down-right spying.

A spy at first glance just didn’t seem like the right fit. But, upon further examination, he wasn’t always there when his daughter Samantha needed a firm hand. He didn’t micro-manage every aspect of Samantha’s life. Robert had to admit as he flew around the world keeping the homeland safe, that it was true when it came to his ‘Helicopter Parent’ approach which perturbed Samantha’s mom as she carried out her duties as Samantha’s mother. She wasn’t Robert’s little girl anymore! That fact was now perfectly clear after the disturbing conversation he had just had with the ‘head of school.’

Robert had rarely scolded Samantha and barely spanked her the last time being when she was eleven-just turned twelve. her and that had been when her actions had endangered her life, but this time the eighteen year-old had really screwed up and according to the ‘head of school’ Samantha would be expelled unless he put himself out there to intervene and there was no way out to get her butt out of trouble. On the other hand if he failed to carry out the unpleasant mission Samantha would have to expel, even after the dirty deed admitted.

There was fury in Robert’s fire in his eyes and fury in his mood. It was unbelievable that the book store which specialized in mysteries left by Samantha’s uncle to his talented grown daughter had gone super sleuth. capriciously chosen to go online behind her detective friend’s back and now the shit had hit the fan! Robert sped towards the school heading across the Red River Bridge over the sparkling wide body of water with the Marriott towering to the sky in the background and dominating the town. The detective was on a mission to save his naughty friend and expel her from danger.

Robert headed for the exclusive private school for filled with captains of industry and doting diplomat fathers. It was a favorite of the state department and numerous embassies. Set in a valley among the grassy hills of rural Colorado. Samantha had pouted and carried on before, but never lied about her age. Robert had made up his mind that no matter how unpleasant he would carry out the prescribed punishment at the direction of the school. There would be more than a scolding moment and that more juvenile methods were going to be employed.

There was fury in Robert’s eyes and ferocity in his step. It was unbelievable to Samantha, Robert was taking the Head’s side, but it was crystal clear to Samantha, the ill-advised online lie about her true intention in the adult role play school was going to hurt her bottom. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Meanwhile, deep in the boughs of Colorado Horse Country inside what during the school year was a prestigious girl’s academy had been transformed into the Rural Spanking Institute (RSI) and a certain pretty book store owner was there undercover to bare the facts out about a murder that took place within the red brick ivory climbing walls. Samantha Kinsey had managed to enroll, go through orientation and manage to hide her true identity from the staff administration and of course the students

Undeniably who had foolishly gone online under the cover of a playing out a farce as a college girl on the internet? If the conservative citizens of the small town had known what was going on behind the tall, Robert, brick walls which lined the campus they would have been aghast.

Samantha was there to learn a ‘lesson of life,’ taught in the time tested and was still good for a budding friendship in the spanking arts now as a consenting legal adult. After all she had left globs of yellow egg on teacher doors, dean of discipline and the president’s residence. The Rural School Institute provided for parental use its well-used infamous Robert painted long wood paddle for application to poor unfortunate deserving female bottoms.

Samantha stared at her Robert in disbelief. She had foolishly looked for relief from her globe-trotting father, yet to her horror found absolutely none. Samantha wished she had treated her new teacher just a little better, in fact, a lot better, but that was the past and this was now.

Robert opened the Macy’s store bag he had carried into the room and as the heavy plastic bag made noise he pulled out a ruler length varnished paddle the school had given to him at the outer office counter. Samantha’s eyes went wide when she saw the exclusive school’s wicked wooden paddle.

“Robert, surely you can’t be serious about using that wooden paddle on me!” Samantha looked frantic and pleaded for a reprieve, but none came. “This is so not fair, Robert!”

The astute undercover adult student had let her curiosity override her common sense as she threw caution to the wind and lied about her age on an adults only story site. Now, her bottom was going to be bright! Eighteen or not the pampered teen’s excuses for going through with her lie that violated school rules and could endanger her life. Samantha’s pert bottom trembled under her school uniform skirt as she listened to Robert.

Robert sat and guided Samantha toward his lap. “There is a benefit to you being paddled. All your college recommendations will be restored if I paddle you, and that is a generous offer considering your deceit. Liz, without a good college there is no Female FBI Agent in your future!” “But, Robert, do I have too?”

“Your own behavior brought this on and you can only blame yourself. Your teacher saved you once when she caught you ion a lie of omission and you did not appreciate her efforts. So, Samantha we deal with your deeds in the manner the school has prescribed.”

Nodding sadly Samantha accepted her fate and soon found herself bent over Robert’s lap. She found it very comfortable, but the reason for being on it was not comfortable at all. The eighteen-year old was sorry for lying online, not only once, but twice, and for not showing respect to her new teacher. She felt her stone -white skirt rise above her bottom and she knew she was in real trouble. Her pert round white butt could be seen through the tint of her tan pantyhose and thin white panties with large flower in blue and pink colors worn underneath were now on display.

Samantha shuddered and felt goose bumps developing on her skin under her pantyhose and wafer thin panties as she felt Robert’s hand slide under the elastic bands holding everything in place. Her dad tugged her pantyhose and brief flowered wafer thin panties down and off her legs.

The thirty-something book store owner turned undercover sleuth’s bare bottom wiggled as she kicked her legs and waved her hands about in mid-air. She started to display a strong burst of independence by pushing herself up and off her Robert’s lap even though she knew it would only make her spanking worse. Robert dealt with her nonsense directly, pushed her down and grabbed one of her wrist, trapping it and placed it up in her back out of harm’s way and his too.

“Wait a minute there Missy, just a minute. You hold your horses. I mean it stay right where you are, young lady. Where do you think you are going? If you continue to struggle, I guarantee this will be much worse then what I have already planned for your naughty butt. However, you’re in for a real ‘hot ass’ Sammie.”

“Okay there Robert, you’ve got me bare with my skirt up and my panties down. I will stay down!” As an undercover reporter posing as a schoolgirl in a posh finishing school, she couldn’t afford to be found out of character even for the slightest moment. And, so, Samantha took it.

Apparently she was prepared to role-play this out and be spanked bare perhaps for a wooden paddle as the detective came to realize that the farce had carried things even farther than he had ever seen before. “Samantha! Come out here!”

I saw her start and look up. She had been doodling in class; again. That was the third time this week and I’d had enough. “Hustle it up girl!”

She stood up and, very reluctantly edged out of her seat and made her way to the front of the class. I was aware of the deadly hush as every pupil watched me, hoping for a paddling and glad they were not the centre of attraction. Samantha stood in front of me, nervously plucking at the hem of her skirt. I reached into the drawer of my desk and took out the paddle. It was painted red, lap size, quarter of an inch thick and made of wood.