Caption: Debbie

Debbie was tired. Being an adult was no fun at all. Sure she had a good job, money and a nice home, but she found her life just too stressful. She often thought about how she had

wasted her youth working so hard in school, all so she could get into a good college and the perfect job. She wished she had taken more time to enjoy her childhood. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do about it how she lamented. Her life was her life and there was nothing she could do about it now.

Then one day while sitting at her desk she just happened to look up from her files and saw some teenagers walking home from school. They were able to leave at 3 pm! Debbie was so jealous. Her work often kept her at the office well into the evening. She wished that she was still in high school.

An idle wish from an unhappy soul. Nothing new or unusual about that. Except today someone with real power was listening and with a wicked cackle, the demon Armârôs, made her wish come true.

The next thing Debbie knew she was in a strange school somewhere and was now wearing a what appeared to be a school uniform. Disoriented she started wandering the halls looking for help and ran into a very stern looking teacher. She was not pleased at all with Debbie being out of her classroom and before the confused woman could utter more than a yelp, she was dragged into the teacher’s office and positioned across her desk for a spanking!

As her panties were drawn down her legs it all became clear to Debbie. Reality had been altered and in this world, she was not a successful business executive, instead she was a horrible student, who despite being 24, was still a junior in high school. She now lived with her parents in a trailer as they had gone broke sending her to this special school for older girls with emotional or learning problems. She wasn’t allowed to date, had to ride the school bus like a child, worked at McDonald’s after school to help her parents make ends meet and was spanked by the teachers and her parents alike whenever she was naughty. She would probably never amount to much in this reality. This was not what she had wanted at all!

Armârôs however believed he had granted the letter of her wish, if not the spirit, and that was enough for him. Delighted at Debbie’s misery, the demon then departed and let her wallow in despair as the teacher warmed her bottom like the naughty little ignoramus she now was.