“ ‘Little Mandi.’ Call me ‘Little Mandi,’ Bob.”
“Little Mandi.” He started again. “I’m going to have to punish you for being so bad, Little Mandi.”
By now Watson was no longer paralyzed with fright, but as his fears abated, he found they were replaced with an acute sense of the absurd, and he had to suppress the laughter that threatened to rise up in him. This woman was much too dangerous to be laughed at.
“Oh yes…Little Mandi is sooo bad. You probably want her to lay down over your lap so you can spank her right now, don’t you, principal Bob?”
“Yes, lay down over my lap.”
“Not like that, Bob! Say it like you mean it!” she snapped. “Order me, over your lap!”
He summoned up his most authoritative voice, and the words snapped out like a crackling whip. He would play this woman’s game a
