Bonnie condemned!

And that was why Bonnie Driscoll needed to be punished, thought Ruby Chow, watching the unfolding proceedings with satisfaction. It was quite some time later. Bonnie was now nude, lying over Hank's lap, kicking and squirming for all she was worth, tears streaming down her face as the grinning football player mercilessly paddled her posterior.

Yes, it felt good. Finally, she was getting one over those ruthless bitches at Greenvalley High. Ruby felt her hands coil into fists, the anger as hot and fresh as ever, thinking about those mocking faces all lined up in the front row. Watching her squirm as she studied the teleprompter, reading lines like "I'm a little better at math than other girls, because my breasts are so small!"

Who had the team captain been? Oh, yes. Samantha Smith. That bitch. Ruby had to admit, it was a little impressive how the tall curvy black girl managed to run both the cheerleader team and the debate club at the same time, but that didn't mean she wasn't evil. Of course, Pinkwhistle had gotten her back a few weeks later, by putting itching powder in her spanky pants the night of the big game, but that didn't make the memory any less humiliating.

She wondered where Samantha was right now. She had vaguely heard something about a wedding to a Japanese guy, and perhaps a job on the Greenvalley police ****.

Anyway, she couldn't get to Samantha, but punishing a Greenvalley spy was almost as good. Perhaps a little too good.

Wait, thought Ruby, leaning forward suddenly. It was too good! This had all been far too easy. What if...

The door to the math classroom opened, and Vicky came in, holding Susie on a leash. "I went and got the other spy," she reported. "Forty minutes of pole time seems like enough, don't you think? Anyway, people were starting to leave. The big game's today, and the cheerleaders have to prepare."

"My god! The big game!" Ruby gasped. "Hank, stop spanking Bonnie right now."

"No."

"It's not funny, Hank! I just figured it out! The big football game between Pinkwhistle and Greenvalley is today. That's when she's going to strike!"

"Who?"

"Samantha Smith! That bitch!"

"It's Samantha Suzuki now," said Vicky, helpfully, and Ruby said "Why do you know that?"

"Um..."

"You're the spy! Quick, we have to warn everyone! There's still time!"

"Still time for what?" said Hank.

"The Greenvalley girls want **** for that harmless little spanky-pants trick we played on them all those years ago. They're going to strip the whole Pinkwhistle High cheerleading team naked on the field, in broad daylight, in front of everyone! My god, the national news will be there!"

"And you're going to stop them?"

"Yes. I'm going to run over to the football field right now, and do everything in my power to prevent it from happening. As long as I'm allowed to do this, the cheerleaders will definitely keep all their clothes on."

"Interesting," said Hank, reaching out and taking hold of her wrist. He was very strong. "Vicky, you're a spy for Greenvalley, right?"

"Yep!"

"Cool. I completely approve of everything you're doing. Why don't you give Samantha Suzuki a call?"