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A <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Day</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>Rosemary</strong> <strong>Booker</strong><br />
R Humphries<br />
Woodettes Publications
Published 2011<br />
by<br />
Woodettes Publications<br />
Hous<strong>to</strong>n, Texas, USA<br />
© Woodettes Publications 2011<br />
R Humphries has asserted his right <strong>to</strong> be identified as<br />
<strong>the</strong> author <strong>of</strong> this work with all rights reserved<br />
<strong>in</strong>clud<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> right <strong>of</strong> reproduction <strong>in</strong> whole or <strong>in</strong> part<br />
<strong>in</strong> any form.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Library <strong>of</strong> Congress has catalogued this edition as<br />
follows Humphries, R [date]<br />
A <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Day</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Rosemary</strong> <strong>Booker</strong> : a novel by<br />
R Humphries<br />
[Application Pend<strong>in</strong>g]<br />
1st Ed.<br />
ISBN – [Application Pend<strong>in</strong>g]<br />
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Author’s Note<br />
This is a work <strong>of</strong> fiction. Names, characters,<br />
places and <strong>in</strong>cidents are ei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> product <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
author's imag<strong>in</strong>ation or are used fictitiously. Any<br />
resemblance <strong>to</strong> actual events or locales or persons,<br />
liv<strong>in</strong>g or dead, is entirely co<strong>in</strong>cidental.<br />
<strong>The</strong> s<strong>to</strong>ries based at <strong>the</strong> <strong>Woody</strong> <strong>Back</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>School</strong><br />
Unit are works <strong>of</strong> adult fiction based upon <strong>the</strong> real-life<br />
fantasy games played by <strong>the</strong> author, R. Humphries<br />
and his wife, <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>imitable Jojo.<br />
It is <strong>the</strong> author’s <strong>in</strong>tent <strong>to</strong> create <strong>the</strong> <strong>Woody</strong><br />
<strong>Back</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>School</strong> Unit as an imag<strong>in</strong>ative world peopled<br />
with a believable cast and set <strong>in</strong> familiar surround<strong>in</strong>gs<br />
with<strong>in</strong> which <strong>the</strong> readers will become comfortable.<br />
<strong>The</strong> vernacular used <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> s<strong>to</strong>ries is a<br />
comb<strong>in</strong>ation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> phraseology derived from writ<strong>in</strong>g<br />
such as <strong>the</strong> British penny comics from <strong>the</strong> n<strong>in</strong>eteen<br />
thirties, current language, slang and idioms, and <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>in</strong>vented parlance known as <strong>Woody</strong> Jargon.<br />
As such references <strong>to</strong> ‘beat<strong>in</strong>g’, ‘thrash<strong>in</strong>g’, and<br />
‘flogg<strong>in</strong>g’ have no context <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> use or avocation <strong>of</strong><br />
physical violence, with <strong>the</strong> exception <strong>of</strong> controlled<br />
corporal punishment, aga<strong>in</strong>st <strong>the</strong> characters <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
s<strong>to</strong>ries.
Dedicated<br />
<strong>to</strong><br />
My Beloved Jojo
Contents<br />
Sizzl<strong>in</strong>g ............................................... 1<br />
Six on <strong>the</strong> Silks .................................... 5<br />
A P<strong>in</strong>k Slip ......................................... 10<br />
Queen Be-yotch ................................. 15<br />
Inspection ......................................... 20<br />
Kick-Start<strong>in</strong>g My Circulation ............... 24<br />
Emergency Repair Crew ...................... 28<br />
Bot<strong>to</strong>m .............................................. 32<br />
<strong>The</strong> Big BUTT ..................................... 37<br />
Battle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Titans ............................ 41<br />
A Lady <strong>of</strong> K<strong>in</strong>k.................................... 46<br />
<strong>The</strong> Sound <strong>of</strong> Spank<strong>in</strong>g ....................... 51<br />
A Prurient Interest ............................. 56<br />
Still Ripe and Steamy ......................... 60
1<br />
Sizzl<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>The</strong> first th<strong>in</strong>g that I am aware <strong>of</strong> when I wake<br />
up is that my poor beleaguered bum is still sizzl<strong>in</strong>g. It<br />
is a most alarm<strong>in</strong>g feel<strong>in</strong>g. This unfortunate state <strong>of</strong><br />
affairs is <strong>the</strong> result <strong>of</strong> me be<strong>in</strong>g required <strong>to</strong> bend over<br />
<strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> my bed for six on <strong>the</strong> silks from Claire<br />
Brooks yesterday even<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
I turn <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> alarm clock and sit up <strong>in</strong> bed. I<br />
am feel<strong>in</strong>g bleary-eyed and quite exhausted as I did<br />
not manage <strong>to</strong> get much shut-eye last night due <strong>to</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>cessant throbb<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> my poor derrière. Needless<br />
<strong>to</strong> say I spent <strong>the</strong> night ly<strong>in</strong>g face-down on my<br />
tummy.<br />
I have <strong>to</strong> confess that I feel ra<strong>the</strong>r guilty about<br />
gett<strong>in</strong>g my room-mate and best chum, Deborah<br />
Mor<strong>to</strong>n, <strong>in</strong>volved <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> whopp<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
As usual Debs had gone <strong>to</strong> bed before me as<br />
she gets up at <strong>the</strong> crack <strong>of</strong> dawn <strong>to</strong> go runn<strong>in</strong>g with<br />
Jane Lummell. I stayed up until <strong>the</strong> lockdown bell<br />
rang chatt<strong>in</strong>g on l<strong>in</strong>e with my boy-friend <strong>The</strong> Silver<br />
Fox.
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At eleven o’clock I turned <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> light and<br />
hopped <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> bed. A few m<strong>in</strong>utes later Claire came by<br />
and po<strong>in</strong>ted her spotlight <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> study <strong>to</strong> make sure<br />
we were both tucked up <strong>in</strong> bed. Once she was<br />
satisfied she closed <strong>the</strong> door and proceeded on her<br />
rounds.<br />
I was just doz<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong>f when I heard a p<strong>in</strong>g<br />
com<strong>in</strong>g from my lap<strong>to</strong>p. Now, it would have been<br />
prudent <strong>to</strong> ignore <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>com<strong>in</strong>g message and <strong>to</strong> wait<br />
until this morn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> read it. However, prudence is<br />
not always my long suit. I knew that it would be at<br />
least ten m<strong>in</strong>utes before Claire came back for her<br />
second <strong>in</strong>spection so I got up and padded across <strong>the</strong><br />
room.<br />
Foxy-one had sent me several pho<strong>to</strong>’s <strong>of</strong> a<br />
cottage that he is plann<strong>in</strong>g on rent<strong>in</strong>g for us dur<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>the</strong> upcom<strong>in</strong>g furlough. Along with <strong>the</strong> pictures <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
idyllic cottage, which is surrounded by orchards, he<br />
had also sent me a picture <strong>of</strong> a brand new cane he<br />
had procured <strong>to</strong> help <strong>to</strong> liven up our forthcom<strong>in</strong>g<br />
vacation.<br />
I suspected that Debs was not actually<br />
sleep<strong>in</strong>g and hissed at her <strong>to</strong> come and look at <strong>the</strong><br />
pics. She ignored me but I persisted. Eventually she<br />
propped herself up and shushed me.<br />
“Come and look,” I <strong>to</strong>ld her <strong>in</strong>sistently.<br />
“Not <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>se jimjams,” she hissed back. “I<br />
don’t want ano<strong>the</strong>r taste <strong>of</strong> Claire’s cane; one dose<br />
this week is enough for me. Now get back <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> bed<br />
before you get yourself whopped.”<br />
“We’re <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> safe zone, Claire will be<br />
downstairs,” I persisted. “Just come and look. Please<br />
Debs, pretty please.”
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F<strong>in</strong>ally she gave <strong>in</strong> and padded across <strong>the</strong><br />
room <strong>to</strong> look at <strong>the</strong> pics. This was when disaster<br />
unexpectedly struck.<br />
By rights Claire should have been on <strong>the</strong> lower<br />
land<strong>in</strong>gs cont<strong>in</strong>u<strong>in</strong>g her rounds but by some strange<br />
and unfortunate quirk <strong>of</strong> fate she must still have been<br />
on our land<strong>in</strong>g and had noticed <strong>the</strong> light I had turned<br />
on under <strong>the</strong> crack <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> door.<br />
She caught us unawares as she swung <strong>the</strong><br />
door open. We were caught bang <strong>to</strong> rights.<br />
“Oh good grief,” she muttered. “Alright you<br />
both know <strong>the</strong> drill. Fetch your pillows and bend over<br />
your beds. I’m afraid I am go<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> have <strong>to</strong> beat you.”<br />
Claire Brooks is <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> f<strong>in</strong>al year <strong>of</strong> her<br />
sentence and is a member <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Elite. She performs<br />
<strong>the</strong> role <strong>of</strong> Dorm Raider and is responsible for<br />
ensur<strong>in</strong>g that once <strong>the</strong> lockdown bell has been<br />
sounded <strong>the</strong>re is absolutely no go<strong>of</strong><strong>in</strong>g, gabb<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
lark<strong>in</strong>g or prank<strong>in</strong>g. <strong>The</strong> lockdown pro<strong>to</strong>cols are<br />
classified as ‘Zero Tolerance’ and any contravention,<br />
however m<strong>in</strong>or, attracts a manda<strong>to</strong>ry six <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> best.<br />
“Grrrrrrrrrrr!” muttered Debs. I caught her eye<br />
as she trudged over <strong>to</strong> retrieve her pillow. She gave<br />
me a look that sent a chill up my sp<strong>in</strong>e. I don’t know<br />
which made me more nervous, <strong>the</strong> prospect <strong>of</strong><br />
gett<strong>in</strong>g six across <strong>the</strong> seat <strong>of</strong> my tautened jimjams or<br />
Debs vent<strong>in</strong>g her spleen for caus<strong>in</strong>g her <strong>to</strong> get her<br />
second bed-time beat<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> space <strong>of</strong> three days.<br />
I picked up my pillow and placed it over <strong>the</strong><br />
end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bed. Ra<strong>the</strong>r unenthusiastically I bent over.
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Out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> my eye I saw Deborah do<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong><br />
same th<strong>in</strong>g. She was not look<strong>in</strong>g best pleased.<br />
As I said earlier <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> week Deborah was<br />
treated <strong>to</strong> a late-night dose <strong>of</strong> Claire’s cane. At least<br />
that time it had noth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> do with me and <strong>in</strong>volved<br />
Debs gett<strong>in</strong>g distracted by some tennis-jock, studmuff<strong>in</strong><br />
whisper<strong>in</strong>g sweet noth<strong>in</strong>gs <strong>in</strong> her ear on her<br />
cell-phone and miss<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> lockdown bell.<br />
As usual it had been a spectacularly impressive<br />
whopp<strong>in</strong>g and I suspect that she was not look<strong>in</strong>g for<br />
a second help<strong>in</strong>g quite so soon.<br />
I heard <strong>the</strong> rattle <strong>of</strong> Claire putt<strong>in</strong>g her cane<br />
down on <strong>the</strong> sideboard. She shrugged <strong>of</strong>f her blazer<br />
and hung it on a hook on <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> door. I<br />
watched her as she carefully unfastened <strong>the</strong> cuffs <strong>of</strong><br />
her crisp white blouse and turned <strong>the</strong>m back. She<br />
unfastened <strong>the</strong> <strong>to</strong>p but<strong>to</strong>n <strong>of</strong> her blouse and loosened<br />
her red Elite tie. She retrieved <strong>the</strong> cane.<br />
I was becom<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>creas<strong>in</strong>gly nervous as she<br />
padded across <strong>the</strong> room <strong>in</strong> her crepe soled bro<strong>the</strong>l<br />
creepers.<br />
At <strong>Woody</strong>s everyth<strong>in</strong>g is performed <strong>in</strong> a<br />
ritualistic manner. If more than one gal is <strong>to</strong> be<br />
beaten <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> thrash<strong>in</strong>gs are delivered <strong>in</strong><br />
alphabetical order <strong>of</strong> our surnames. As my last name<br />
beg<strong>in</strong>s with ‘B’ I was scheduled <strong>to</strong> get it first.
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Six on <strong>the</strong> Silks<br />
Claire Brooks is a very good chum. She is a<br />
legendary mega-m<strong>in</strong>x and ranks number four on <strong>the</strong><br />
All-Time Big BUTT. This year she has established a<br />
record as <strong>the</strong> most whopped prefect <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> his<strong>to</strong>ry <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> Elite. However, she is extremely diligent <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
performance <strong>of</strong> her Elite duties and has earned<br />
herself a formidable reputation for her expertise with<br />
<strong>the</strong> whippy ashplant. She has already caned me twice<br />
this year and both occasions proved <strong>to</strong> be very hot<br />
and sweaty experiences. I understand <strong>the</strong> rules <strong>of</strong><br />
engagement and despite our friendship I know that it<br />
would be unreasonable <strong>to</strong> expect Claire <strong>to</strong> cut me any<br />
slack.<br />
I felt a bead <strong>of</strong> perspiration across my brow as<br />
I lay <strong>the</strong>re wait<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> be caned. It was all most<br />
disconcert<strong>in</strong>g. I f<strong>in</strong>ally felt <strong>the</strong> cane tap down on my<br />
striped trews and braced myself. I heard an om<strong>in</strong>ous<br />
whistle and <strong>the</strong>n all hell broke loose <strong>in</strong> my jimjams. I<br />
felt my face con<strong>to</strong>rt <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> a silent howl and my whole<br />
body seemed <strong>to</strong> convolute <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> spasms. If <strong>the</strong> opener
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was anyth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> go by <strong>the</strong>n my imm<strong>in</strong>ent future<br />
looked positively bleak.<br />
Claire is a consummate pr<strong>of</strong>essional and leaves<br />
precisely thirty-seconds before deliver<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> second<br />
cut. I am <strong>to</strong>o giddy <strong>to</strong> actually countdown but I<br />
suppose that I have been whopped so <strong>of</strong>ten that I<br />
<strong>in</strong>st<strong>in</strong>ctively braced myself and gritted my teeth just<br />
before <strong>the</strong> second wave <strong>of</strong> agony imploded<br />
throughout my central nervous system. Despite my<br />
best <strong>in</strong>tentions at s<strong>to</strong>icism my body jerked spastically<br />
on <strong>the</strong> bed like a landed fish. It was <strong>of</strong> course all<br />
most alarm<strong>in</strong>g. We are only two <strong>in</strong> with four <strong>to</strong> go<br />
and my bum already felt like it had been seared with<br />
weld<strong>in</strong>g rods.<br />
“It’s only whops,” I <strong>to</strong>ld myself.<br />
Out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> my eye I could see Debs<br />
watch<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>tently. Her mouth was set <strong>in</strong> a grim l<strong>in</strong>e<br />
and I could sense that she was smolder<strong>in</strong>g with<br />
anger. She knew that <strong>in</strong> just a few m<strong>in</strong>utes she was<br />
go<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> be subjected <strong>to</strong> a very pa<strong>in</strong>ful can<strong>in</strong>g that<br />
was <strong>to</strong>tally unnecessary and could have been<br />
avoided. Of course I knew that it was all my fault<br />
which didn’t make me feel any better but I had more<br />
press<strong>in</strong>g matters on my m<strong>in</strong>d.<br />
<strong>The</strong> third stroke scorched ano<strong>the</strong>r stripe across<br />
my bum and caused me <strong>to</strong> clench my fists and<br />
pummel <strong>the</strong> bed <strong>in</strong> consternation.<br />
Of course, be<strong>in</strong>g caned by an expert like Claire<br />
means that all <strong>the</strong> strokes will land <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> safe target<br />
area known as <strong>the</strong> sweet spot. This means that <strong>the</strong>re<br />
will be no wraparounds or high or lower riders. This<br />
certa<strong>in</strong>ly helps dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> recovery period but is not
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<strong>of</strong> any great consolation dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> actual delivery<br />
phase.<br />
I gritted my teeth and did my best <strong>to</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>r<br />
myself. I repeated my only whops mantra over and<br />
over <strong>in</strong> my head. I sensed that <strong>the</strong> time was<br />
approach<strong>in</strong>g and braced myself.<br />
<strong>The</strong> whippy ashplant etched a fourth l<strong>in</strong>e <strong>of</strong><br />
white heat across my bum and sent ano<strong>the</strong>r cycle <strong>of</strong><br />
nerve-jangl<strong>in</strong>g, teeth-chatter<strong>in</strong>g, eye-water<strong>in</strong>g pa<strong>in</strong><br />
cours<strong>in</strong>g through my body. I bucked and jerked on<br />
<strong>the</strong> bed as I struggled <strong>to</strong> ma<strong>in</strong>ta<strong>in</strong> control <strong>of</strong> my<br />
senses.<br />
“It’s only whops, it’s only whops,” I repeated<br />
over and over <strong>in</strong> my head.<br />
Thirty more seconds and <strong>the</strong> cane whistled<br />
through <strong>the</strong> air for a fifth time. It <strong>to</strong>ok all <strong>of</strong> my<br />
resolve <strong>to</strong> keep from howl<strong>in</strong>g. My feet broke out <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong><br />
an <strong>in</strong>voluntary gig and my fists drummed on <strong>the</strong> bed.<br />
My breath was com<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> strangled pants and I felt<br />
quite bilious.<br />
Somewhere through <strong>the</strong> haze <strong>of</strong> pa<strong>in</strong> I heard<br />
Claire tell me, “Come on <strong>Rosemary</strong>, you know <strong>the</strong><br />
form, I need you <strong>to</strong> put it up and keep it up.”<br />
I did my best <strong>to</strong> steady my nerves and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
with very little enthusiasm I pushed my bum up a<br />
little higher. I knew exactly what <strong>to</strong> expect. Any<br />
second she would unleash <strong>the</strong> killer stroke known as<br />
<strong>the</strong> Closer.<br />
<strong>The</strong> f<strong>in</strong>al stroke slices diagonally across <strong>the</strong><br />
exist<strong>in</strong>g stripes creat<strong>in</strong>g what is known amongst us<br />
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practiced by most artistes and <strong>the</strong> effects are<br />
excruciat<strong>in</strong>g. Pa<strong>in</strong> ricocheted around my central<br />
nervous system like a p<strong>in</strong>ball. It is always as<strong>to</strong>nish<strong>in</strong>g<br />
that be<strong>in</strong>g whapped on <strong>the</strong> arse with a stick can<br />
cause <strong>the</strong> tips <strong>of</strong> your nose and ears <strong>to</strong> t<strong>in</strong>gle. I<br />
buried my face <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> duvet and concentrated on<br />
tak<strong>in</strong>g deep breaths.<br />
Momentarily I turned and looked across at<br />
Debs. Her arms were stretched out along <strong>the</strong> bed and<br />
she was rest<strong>in</strong>g her head on her ch<strong>in</strong> and star<strong>in</strong>g<br />
straight ahead <strong>of</strong> her. Her features were arranged <strong>in</strong><br />
a mask <strong>of</strong> grim determ<strong>in</strong>ation. I felt a wave <strong>of</strong><br />
sympathy for her and wished that I could reach over<br />
and hold her hand.<br />
At least my <strong>to</strong>rment was over and I could<br />
embark upon <strong>the</strong> long and pa<strong>in</strong>ful road <strong>to</strong> recovery.<br />
Deborah’s <strong>to</strong>rment was about <strong>to</strong> beg<strong>in</strong>.<br />
She had been bent over <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> her bed for<br />
several m<strong>in</strong>utes, watch<strong>in</strong>g and listen<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> me be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
caned. I know from experience how disquiet<strong>in</strong>g that<br />
can be. Doubtless her tummy was full <strong>of</strong> butterflies<br />
and her apprehension heightened by <strong>the</strong> seem<strong>in</strong>gly<br />
endless wait for it <strong>to</strong> become her turn <strong>to</strong> be dealt<br />
with.<br />
Beh<strong>in</strong>d her Claire was gett<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> position and<br />
tapp<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> cane down <strong>to</strong> get her measure. Deborah<br />
pursed her lips and cont<strong>in</strong>ued <strong>to</strong> stare straight ahead.<br />
<strong>The</strong> cane whistled and <strong>the</strong>n landed with <strong>the</strong> familiar<br />
thwack. Deborah’s face barely fl<strong>in</strong>ched.<br />
I closed my eyes and preferred not <strong>to</strong> look. My<br />
bot<strong>to</strong>m was throbb<strong>in</strong>g like a police beacon. I listened<br />
<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> methodical swishes and thwacks as my best
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chum was be<strong>in</strong>g beaten bandy. I was <strong>in</strong> no doubt that<br />
I had a long and miserable night ahead <strong>of</strong> me.
3<br />
A P<strong>in</strong>k Slip<br />
I slip out <strong>of</strong> bed and go over <strong>to</strong> pour some<br />
c<strong>of</strong>fee. My poor old bum is giv<strong>in</strong>g me some serious<br />
gyp.<br />
I am just start<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> sip my java when Debs<br />
comes <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> study. She is dressed <strong>in</strong> shorts, a<br />
s<strong>in</strong>glet and runn<strong>in</strong>g shoes. She has her hair pulled<br />
back <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> a pony-tail underneath a baseball cap.<br />
“Good morn<strong>in</strong>g,” I say ra<strong>the</strong>r timidly, “how are<br />
you feel<strong>in</strong>g?”<br />
She glares at me. “Actually, thanks <strong>to</strong> you, I<br />
have a severe case <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> residuals,” she snaps.<br />
“I’m sorry,” I tell her hurriedly. “I’ll go and<br />
fetch <strong>the</strong> laundry.” I decide that it might be prudent<br />
<strong>to</strong> keep out <strong>of</strong> her way until after she has showered.<br />
I pull on my red and black striped silk dress<strong>in</strong>g<br />
gown and hurry out on<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> land<strong>in</strong>g. <strong>The</strong> pigeonholes<br />
where our laundry is returned are at <strong>the</strong> far end<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corridor.<br />
I s<strong>to</strong>p at Deborah’s slot and fish out a neatly<br />
folded blouse <strong>in</strong> plastic packag<strong>in</strong>g and ano<strong>the</strong>r packet<br />
conta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g her bumbags, socks and several items <strong>of</strong>
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athletic cloth<strong>in</strong>g. We are only required <strong>to</strong> hand <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
light items each night. Heavier items <strong>of</strong> clobber such<br />
as blazers, skirts, gymslips and ties are cleaned over<br />
<strong>the</strong> weekends. Hav<strong>in</strong>g retrieved Deborah’s freshly<br />
laundered clobber I go over <strong>to</strong> my own pigeon hole.<br />
I cannot believe my eyes. <strong>The</strong>re is a s<strong>in</strong>gle<br />
package conta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g my underwear and socks. Taped<br />
<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> front <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> package is a p<strong>in</strong>k slip. My heart<br />
s<strong>in</strong>ks. Written <strong>in</strong> neat script is ‘See me promptly at<br />
0800 hours … Katie Beck … Unit Matron’.<br />
I trudge back down <strong>the</strong> land<strong>in</strong>g. I cannot<br />
believe my misfortune. I really don’t remember how<br />
much attention I paid <strong>to</strong> my clobber last night before<br />
I stuffed it <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> laundry bag and shoved it down <strong>the</strong><br />
shute. I was <strong>to</strong>o busy chatt<strong>in</strong>g on-l<strong>in</strong>e with <strong>the</strong> Foxyone.<br />
I could kick myself for my own stupidity.<br />
Unfortunately I am what is known as at <strong>the</strong><br />
unit as ‘Clobber-challenged’, which is a polite term for<br />
a scruffy <strong>in</strong>dividual. It is not that I don’t care about<br />
my appearance but no matter how hard I try I always<br />
seem <strong>to</strong> look like I have been dragged through a<br />
hedge backwards. I have always envied gals like<br />
Nixdown and Claire who seem <strong>to</strong> get through every<br />
day look<strong>in</strong>g immaculate.<br />
I don’t understand it, I can put on clobber that<br />
is <strong>in</strong> perfect repair <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g and by <strong>the</strong> time I<br />
get ready for bed but<strong>to</strong>ns have <strong>in</strong>explicably<br />
disappeared or got chipped, seams will have come<br />
unstitched and I will f<strong>in</strong>d all k<strong>in</strong>ds <strong>of</strong> marks and<br />
blemishes on my blouses that need <strong>to</strong> be treated.<br />
Of course one would th<strong>in</strong>k that armed with this<br />
knowledge I would be super-vigilant <strong>in</strong> my clobber<br />
<strong>in</strong>spection before hand<strong>in</strong>g it <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> laundry.
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out-sourced <strong>to</strong> a third party contrac<strong>to</strong>r. Katie Beck,<br />
<strong>the</strong> be-yotch matron at <strong>the</strong> unit, has <strong>the</strong>m tra<strong>in</strong>ed <strong>to</strong><br />
<strong>in</strong>spect every item that passes through <strong>the</strong>ir hands for<br />
signs <strong>of</strong> disrepair. <strong>The</strong>y are extremely thorough and<br />
every m<strong>in</strong>or imperfection is documented and<br />
pho<strong>to</strong>graphed.<br />
A few months ago it was exposed that Katie<br />
had put <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>spec<strong>to</strong>rs on weekly quotas and given<br />
<strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> names <strong>of</strong> specific targets for extra-close<br />
<strong>in</strong>spection. Apparently she had threatened <strong>to</strong><br />
term<strong>in</strong>ate <strong>the</strong>ir contract if <strong>the</strong>y failed <strong>to</strong> meet her<br />
quotas. As a result <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>spec<strong>to</strong>rs had embarked upon<br />
a but<strong>to</strong>n-bust<strong>in</strong>g spree and every morn<strong>in</strong>g gals who<br />
were certa<strong>in</strong> that <strong>the</strong>y had carefully <strong>in</strong>spected <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
clobber before hand<strong>in</strong>g it <strong>in</strong> found <strong>the</strong>mselves<br />
receiv<strong>in</strong>g p<strong>in</strong>k slips <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Katie Beck is as sly as a fox and so low that<br />
she can sneak under a door when she is wear<strong>in</strong>g a<br />
<strong>to</strong>p hat. She targeted <strong>the</strong> most no<strong>to</strong>riously clobberchallenged<br />
<strong>in</strong>mates <strong>to</strong> avoid suspicion.<br />
Every morn<strong>in</strong>g several gals were summoned <strong>to</strong><br />
her lair <strong>to</strong> take a trip over her knee <strong>to</strong> have <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
circulation kick-started with her lea<strong>the</strong>r slipper.<br />
Unfortunately I was one <strong>of</strong> her prime targets and<br />
spent many hot and sweaty m<strong>in</strong>utes face down arse<br />
up over her knee.<br />
Her scam was f<strong>in</strong>ally exposed when she made<br />
an error <strong>of</strong> judgment and targeted Claire Brooks<br />
clobber for some but<strong>to</strong>n-bust<strong>in</strong>g. Claire is a clo<strong>the</strong>shorse<br />
and at <strong>the</strong> time she held <strong>the</strong> enviable record <strong>of</strong><br />
be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> only gal <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> his<strong>to</strong>ry <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> unit who had<br />
never been slippered for clobber abuse.
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Pick<strong>in</strong>g on Claire proved <strong>to</strong> be a calami<strong>to</strong>us<br />
mistake for Katie as it caught <strong>the</strong> attention <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Grand Master. Claire was actually spread out across<br />
Katie’s lap with her skirt back and her bumbags<br />
asunder when Mr Humphries <strong>in</strong>tervened. Apparently<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>spec<strong>to</strong>rs were not a loyal bunch and had<br />
snitched out Katie <strong>in</strong> a heartbeat.<br />
What followed was a wonderful moment <strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>Woody</strong> his<strong>to</strong>ry. We were summoned <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> assembly<br />
hall and were shortly treated <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> Katie<br />
be<strong>in</strong>g hauled up on <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> stage. She had changed<br />
out <strong>of</strong> her crisp white matrons uniform and was<br />
dressed <strong>in</strong> full clobber <strong>in</strong>clud<strong>in</strong>g an <strong>in</strong>decently short<br />
gymslip with a ‘K’ embroidered on <strong>the</strong> bib.<br />
We are not a v<strong>in</strong>dictive bunch <strong>of</strong> gals by nature<br />
but we whooped and cheered when Mr Humphries<br />
put Katie over his knee, flipped back her skirt, rolled<br />
down her bumbags and gave her twenty-four mighty<br />
spanks with her own lea<strong>the</strong>r-soled slipper. <strong>The</strong> sound<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> slipper rebound<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong>f her bum was music <strong>to</strong><br />
our ears.<br />
Katie’s misery wasn’t over. She was placed on<br />
full clobber probation and her arch-enemy Cat Cassidy<br />
was assigned as her Probation Officer. Cat had <strong>to</strong> sign<br />
<strong>of</strong>f on all clobber abuse slipper<strong>in</strong>gs and generally<br />
gave Katie a very hard time. None<strong>the</strong>less despite our<br />
glee at see<strong>in</strong>g Katie gett<strong>in</strong>g her well-deserved<br />
comeuppance <strong>the</strong>re is a downside.<br />
S<strong>in</strong>ce she was f<strong>in</strong>ally released from months <strong>of</strong><br />
probation Katie has become more prudent and <strong>the</strong>se<br />
days when you get a p<strong>in</strong>k slip you know for sure that<br />
you are bang <strong>to</strong> rights. For reasons not yet clear <strong>to</strong>
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Queen Be-yotch<br />
Deborah scowls at me as I return with <strong>the</strong><br />
laundry; she is clearly <strong>in</strong> a snit with me for caus<strong>in</strong>g<br />
her <strong>to</strong> get ano<strong>the</strong>r six on <strong>the</strong> silks. I <strong>to</strong>ss her<br />
packages on her bed and do <strong>the</strong> same with m<strong>in</strong>e.<br />
Debs takes <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> situation. “Oh my gawd,<br />
Rosie,” she squeals. “That really sucks.” Her <strong>to</strong>ne has<br />
changed <strong>to</strong> one <strong>of</strong> sympathy and concern She comes<br />
over and hugs me. This is classic Debs behavior. She<br />
is so <strong>in</strong>credibly mercurial and her mood can change <strong>in</strong><br />
a heartbeat.<br />
“You go and shower,” she <strong>in</strong>sists. “I’ll lay out<br />
your clobber and check it for you.”<br />
I take a shower <strong>in</strong> double quick-time, putt<strong>in</strong>g<br />
on a plastic cap, as I won’t have time <strong>to</strong> dry my hair.<br />
I hurry back <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> ma<strong>in</strong> room where Debs is<br />
carefully <strong>in</strong>spect<strong>in</strong>g every <strong>in</strong>ch <strong>of</strong> my fresh clobber. I<br />
look over at <strong>the</strong> clock. It is a quarter <strong>to</strong> eight. I need<br />
<strong>to</strong> cut along sharpish.
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<strong>The</strong> ma<strong>in</strong> build<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Woody</strong> <strong>Back</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>School</strong><br />
Unit is a red brick Tudor mansion that was orig<strong>in</strong>ally<br />
built by some fat cat loan shark who made his fortune<br />
sponsor<strong>in</strong>g pirate ships <strong>to</strong> go <strong>of</strong>f <strong>in</strong> search <strong>of</strong> Spanish<br />
booty. It is an enormous build<strong>in</strong>g with four w<strong>in</strong>gs that<br />
are connected by a labyr<strong>in</strong>th <strong>of</strong> hallways and staircases.<br />
When I first arrived at <strong>the</strong> unit I used <strong>to</strong> get<br />
lost <strong>in</strong> this bewilder<strong>in</strong>g maze but now I know it like<br />
<strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> my hand.<br />
Katie’s lair is <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>to</strong>wer at <strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
north w<strong>in</strong>g. Even stretch<strong>in</strong>g my legs it will take almost<br />
ten m<strong>in</strong>utes <strong>to</strong> get from <strong>the</strong> Phase Six land<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
lair. Runn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> corridors is strictly forbidden and<br />
attracts a manda<strong>to</strong>ry visit <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> library for six <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
best. I speed-walk without break<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> an actual<br />
risky trot. It is not that I am <strong>in</strong> any hurry <strong>to</strong> be<br />
slippered but I know that if I am even a few seconds<br />
late Katie will write me up for tardy time-keep<strong>in</strong>g and<br />
give me an extra few spanks.<br />
I hurry up <strong>the</strong> stairs <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>to</strong>wer. On <strong>the</strong> very<br />
<strong>to</strong>p land<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> area has been re-modeled <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> two<br />
<strong>of</strong>fices, <strong>the</strong> Grand Master’s vast study with views<br />
over-look<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> sweep<strong>in</strong>g Sussex Downs, and Katie’s<br />
lair.<br />
I approach Katie’s door and knock. I feel an<br />
unpleasant tighten<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> my s<strong>to</strong>mach as I wait <strong>to</strong> be<br />
summoned.<br />
Katie is seated beh<strong>in</strong>d her desk with her feet<br />
on <strong>the</strong> table and her bumbags on display. She is<br />
dressed <strong>in</strong> a crisp white uniform that she leaves<br />
unbut<strong>to</strong>ned enough <strong>to</strong> display her shapely breasts.
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Katie Beck is tall and slender with exceptionally<br />
long legs and a narrow waist. She has strong features<br />
and her face is framed by thick dark hair. She is<br />
unreasonably beautiful and she knows it. She is also<br />
<strong>the</strong> Queen-Beyotch <strong>in</strong> a community that has more<br />
than its fair share <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> specie.<br />
Katie Beck first came <strong>to</strong> public attention when<br />
she was <strong>the</strong> defendant <strong>in</strong> a showcase trial that<br />
garnered headl<strong>in</strong>es and captivated <strong>the</strong> Great<br />
Unwashed.<br />
She was accused <strong>of</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> Female<br />
Commandant <strong>of</strong> a crim<strong>in</strong>al gang known as <strong>the</strong><br />
Confederacy <strong>of</strong> Yo<strong>of</strong>s.<br />
She was charged with numerous crimes<br />
<strong>in</strong>clud<strong>in</strong>g extensive <strong>to</strong>rture <strong>of</strong> several <strong>of</strong> her gang who<br />
had not met her expectations. Katie pleaded not<br />
guilty and refused <strong>to</strong> even acknowledge <strong>the</strong> existence<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Yo<strong>of</strong>s.<br />
In very short time it became clear that <strong>the</strong><br />
prosecution’s case was go<strong>in</strong>g tits up. Key witnesses<br />
magically disappeared <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> e<strong>the</strong>r or simply refused<br />
<strong>to</strong> respond <strong>to</strong> cross-exam<strong>in</strong>ation. Katie was regularly<br />
pho<strong>to</strong>graphed look<strong>in</strong>g smug at <strong>the</strong> defense table as<br />
she watched <strong>the</strong> case aga<strong>in</strong>st her fall apart.<br />
However, <strong>the</strong> authorities were not about <strong>to</strong> let<br />
Katie loose <strong>to</strong> reap fur<strong>the</strong>r havoc amongst <strong>the</strong><br />
community and without warn<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> trial was<br />
s<strong>to</strong>pped. Shortly afterwards it was reported that she<br />
had been sentenced under <strong>the</strong> new ‘Anti-Ladette’<br />
laws and had been shipped <strong>of</strong>f <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Woody</strong> <strong>Back</strong> <strong>to</strong><br />
<strong>School</strong> Unit.<br />
When I started my sentence Katie Beck had<br />
been appo<strong>in</strong>ted as Red-shirt. Her unlikely rise <strong>to</strong>
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power was at least partly due <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> fact that<br />
somewhere along <strong>the</strong> way her parents had been killed<br />
<strong>in</strong> a car-accident. Ms Law<strong>to</strong>n had stepped <strong>in</strong> and<br />
assumed <strong>the</strong> role <strong>of</strong> Katie’s Court Appo<strong>in</strong>ted Guardian.<br />
She had promoted her ward under <strong>the</strong> misguided<br />
notion that giv<strong>in</strong>g Katie a position <strong>of</strong> authority might<br />
help curb some <strong>of</strong> her more anti-social tendencies.<br />
This might well go down <strong>in</strong> his<strong>to</strong>ry as Ms Law<strong>to</strong>n’s<br />
ultimate act <strong>of</strong> folly. Katie was a tyrant.<br />
Work<strong>in</strong>g as a Grubby on <strong>the</strong> Elite land<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>of</strong>fered me a birds-eye view <strong>of</strong> Katie’s activities. Be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
a grubby on Katie’s watch was not much fun. She had<br />
surrounded herself with a group <strong>of</strong> psychopathic and<br />
sycophantic bum-sniffers and formed <strong>the</strong>m <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> a<br />
group known as <strong>the</strong> Secret Sorority <strong>of</strong> Serial<br />
Spankers, better known as <strong>the</strong> SS.<br />
She advocated sport<strong>in</strong>g spank<strong>in</strong>g, which meant<br />
that our men<strong>to</strong>rs could dust us liberally whe<strong>the</strong>r we<br />
deserved it or not. She <strong>in</strong>stituted numerous he<strong>in</strong>ous<br />
practices such as collar<strong>in</strong>g and sweat<strong>in</strong>g. She was <strong>the</strong><br />
ultimate Queen-Beyotch and was bitterly despised. I<br />
overheard her bragg<strong>in</strong>g that she would thrash every<br />
<strong>in</strong>mate at <strong>the</strong> facility with<strong>in</strong> her first hundred days <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong>fice. Accord<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> records she achieved her goal<br />
<strong>in</strong> half <strong>the</strong> target time.<br />
After she completed her sentence she briefly<br />
departed <strong>to</strong> some college but with<strong>in</strong> twelve months<br />
she had some how <strong>in</strong>gratiated herself back <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> unit<br />
life as <strong>the</strong> new matron. Her portfolio <strong>in</strong>cluded <strong>the</strong><br />
strict enforcement <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Politics <strong>of</strong> Clobber. Over <strong>the</strong><br />
years she has made umpteen revisions <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
pro<strong>to</strong>cols that give her carte blanche <strong>to</strong> slipper away<br />
<strong>to</strong> her Whop Junkie’s hearts content.
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She picks up a blouse <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> desk and <strong>to</strong>sses<br />
it at me. She raises an eyebrow archly.<br />
“This garment is a disgrace,” she announces <strong>in</strong><br />
her be-yotch voice.
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Inspection<br />
I give <strong>the</strong> blouse a quick once-over. “Looks<br />
f<strong>in</strong>e <strong>to</strong> me,” I say her tightly. <strong>The</strong> truth <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> matter<br />
is that it doesn’t matter much what I th<strong>in</strong>k.<br />
“Looks f<strong>in</strong>e? Are you bl<strong>in</strong>d <strong>Booker</strong>? Take a<br />
close look at but<strong>to</strong>n F3, it’s significantly cracked and<br />
should have been replaced,” she snaps at me.<br />
I know <strong>the</strong> drill and understand her code.<br />
But<strong>to</strong>n F3 is <strong>the</strong> third front but<strong>to</strong>n count<strong>in</strong>g down<br />
from <strong>the</strong> <strong>to</strong>p. As I mentioned earlier everyth<strong>in</strong>g at<br />
<strong>Woody</strong>s is governed by rules, regulations and<br />
pro<strong>to</strong>cols that <strong>of</strong>ten <strong>in</strong>clude obscure codes and<br />
cyphers. We have more rituals than <strong>the</strong> Catholic<br />
Church.<br />
Katie is lean<strong>in</strong>g back <strong>in</strong> her chair with a<br />
fiendish gr<strong>in</strong> on her mush. I contemplate <strong>the</strong> wisdom<br />
<strong>of</strong> reach<strong>in</strong>g over and flipp<strong>in</strong>g up <strong>the</strong> heels <strong>of</strong> her<br />
shoes so that she takes a tumble and lands on her<br />
fool nogg<strong>in</strong>. Unfortunately this course <strong>of</strong> action would<br />
doubtless result <strong>in</strong> me be<strong>in</strong>g wheeled up on stage<br />
dur<strong>in</strong>g morn<strong>in</strong>g assembly for a public flogg<strong>in</strong>g. <strong>The</strong><br />
prospect <strong>of</strong> bend<strong>in</strong>g over a vault<strong>in</strong>g horse for twelve
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meaty swipes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> senior cane is even less<br />
appeal<strong>in</strong>g than <strong>the</strong> trip across Katie’s knee I am<br />
scheduled <strong>to</strong> make <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> next few m<strong>in</strong>utes so I resist<br />
<strong>the</strong> temptation.<br />
I roll my eyes and take a closer look at <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong>fend<strong>in</strong>g but<strong>to</strong>n. Significantly cracked is someth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong><br />
an exaggeration but <strong>the</strong>re is no disput<strong>in</strong>g that <strong>the</strong>re is<br />
a hairl<strong>in</strong>e fracture although it is hardly noticeable<br />
unless you were us<strong>in</strong>g a magnify<strong>in</strong>g glass or a<br />
jeweler’s loupe. Know<strong>in</strong>g Katie that is exactly <strong>the</strong> type<br />
<strong>of</strong> kit that she requires her laundry <strong>in</strong>spec<strong>to</strong>rs <strong>to</strong> be<br />
equipped with.<br />
I grunt and <strong>to</strong>ss <strong>the</strong> blouse back on her desk.<br />
“Do you wish <strong>to</strong> appeal <strong>Booker</strong>?” she asks. Katie<br />
cont<strong>in</strong>ues <strong>to</strong> gr<strong>in</strong> as she sw<strong>in</strong>gs her long legs <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>to</strong>p <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> desk and stands up. She already knows my<br />
answer before I shake my head.<br />
Now one could argue that be<strong>in</strong>g slippered for<br />
hav<strong>in</strong>g a m<strong>in</strong>or crack on a but<strong>to</strong>n is ridiculous.<br />
However Katie’s counter-argument will be that I am<br />
not actually be<strong>in</strong>g punished for <strong>the</strong> damage <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
but<strong>to</strong>n but <strong>the</strong> failure <strong>to</strong> take <strong>the</strong> time <strong>to</strong> properly<br />
<strong>in</strong>spect my clobber last night before hand<strong>in</strong>g it <strong>in</strong>.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Grand Master is a reasonable chap and<br />
has made numerous revisions <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> pro<strong>to</strong>cols <strong>to</strong><br />
remove many <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> more trivial misdemeanors and<br />
<strong>in</strong>fractions from <strong>the</strong> list <strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong>fences that were reclassified<br />
as ‘Zero-<strong>to</strong>lerance’ dur<strong>in</strong>g Operation<br />
Scorched Arse. However, by and large, <strong>the</strong> Politics <strong>of</strong><br />
Clobber have survived and rema<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong>tact. He supports<br />
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our time <strong>to</strong> make a thorough check <strong>of</strong> our clobber<br />
and make rout<strong>in</strong>e repairs.<br />
I suspect that whilst an appeal might garner<br />
some sympathy it would ultimately fall on s<strong>to</strong>ny<br />
ground. <strong>The</strong> consequence <strong>of</strong> a lost appeal is that<br />
Katie will be authorized <strong>to</strong> give me a double dose <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> slipper. It is not an option that I choose <strong>to</strong><br />
pursue.<br />
I will just have <strong>to</strong> put it up, keep it up, suck it<br />
up and <strong>the</strong>n move on.<br />
“Hands on your head,” Katie barks as she<br />
comes around <strong>the</strong> desk.<br />
I know <strong>the</strong> form. I raise my arms and <strong>in</strong>ter-l<strong>in</strong>k<br />
my f<strong>in</strong>gers on <strong>the</strong> <strong>to</strong>p <strong>of</strong> my head.<br />
Katie approaches me. In her high-heels she is<br />
significantly taller than me. She steps <strong>in</strong> close and<br />
stares down at me. She is so close that I can smell<br />
her perfume and body-soap.<br />
She reaches out and beg<strong>in</strong>s <strong>the</strong> laborious<br />
process <strong>of</strong> clobber <strong>in</strong>spection. Even though Deborah<br />
was k<strong>in</strong>d enough <strong>to</strong> perform a complete check while I<br />
was shower<strong>in</strong>g this is still a nerve-wrack<strong>in</strong>g<br />
experience. I am scheduled <strong>to</strong> get twelve spanks with<br />
<strong>the</strong> slipper for <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>itial clobber abuse and <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
event she f<strong>in</strong>ds fur<strong>the</strong>r flaws I will get an additional<br />
three spanks for each <strong>of</strong>fend<strong>in</strong>g item. My bot<strong>to</strong>m is<br />
extremely sore from last nights can<strong>in</strong>g and <strong>the</strong><br />
prospect <strong>of</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g slippered is already gall<strong>in</strong>g enough,<br />
I close my eyes and pray <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> many gods that she<br />
does not f<strong>in</strong>d any reason <strong>to</strong> extend my misery.<br />
Clobber <strong>in</strong>spection is a laborious process. Once<br />
she has f<strong>in</strong>ished with my blazer I am required <strong>to</strong> take
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it <strong>of</strong>f and set it aside. I flip <strong>the</strong> shaft <strong>of</strong> my tie over<br />
my left shoulder and return my hands <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>to</strong>p <strong>of</strong><br />
my head.<br />
Katie works methodically, <strong>in</strong>spect<strong>in</strong>g every<br />
stitch and seam, mutter<strong>in</strong>g om<strong>in</strong>ously <strong>to</strong> herself. She<br />
will not <strong>in</strong>form me <strong>of</strong> her f<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>gs until <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>spection<br />
is complete. I do my level best <strong>to</strong> rema<strong>in</strong> calm as she<br />
cluck-clucks and tut-tuts <strong>in</strong> a manner purposefully<br />
designed <strong>to</strong> unnerve me.<br />
After several m<strong>in</strong>utes she steps <strong>in</strong> front <strong>of</strong> me<br />
and <strong>to</strong> my relief announces that I am clean.<br />
“Go next door,” she snaps.<br />
Next-door is an anteroom adjacent <strong>to</strong> her ma<strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong>fice. <strong>The</strong>re are numerous fil<strong>in</strong>g cab<strong>in</strong>ets and o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
<strong>of</strong>fice furnish<strong>in</strong>gs that she uses for her adm<strong>in</strong>istrative<br />
duties. In <strong>the</strong> center <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> room is a wood-<strong>to</strong>pped<br />
desk.<br />
I reach under my skirt and roll down my<br />
bumbags and <strong>the</strong>n after ga<strong>the</strong>r<strong>in</strong>g up <strong>the</strong> hem <strong>of</strong> my<br />
skirt I stretch out across <strong>the</strong> desk<strong>to</strong>p.<br />
Of all <strong>the</strong> many <strong>in</strong>dignities that we are<br />
subjected <strong>to</strong> at <strong>the</strong> unit this may well be <strong>the</strong> worst.<br />
Katie takes her own sweet time before she<br />
deigns <strong>to</strong> come <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> anteroom <strong>to</strong> complete this<br />
humiliat<strong>in</strong>g process. I hear her heels clipp<strong>in</strong>g on <strong>the</strong><br />
wood floors.<br />
“Whoa,” she squeals with obvious delight as<br />
she looks down at my still striped beh<strong>in</strong>d. “<strong>The</strong>se are<br />
still sizzl<strong>in</strong>g.”<br />
She claps her hands and <strong>the</strong>n beg<strong>in</strong>s <strong>to</strong> p<strong>in</strong>ch<br />
and prod me. I consider kick<strong>in</strong>g back and giv<strong>in</strong>g her a<br />
good hack on <strong>the</strong> sh<strong>in</strong>. I hate that be-yotch.
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Kick-Start<strong>in</strong>g My Circulation<br />
Once we are back <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> ma<strong>in</strong> <strong>of</strong>fice Katie arms<br />
herself with one <strong>of</strong> her collection <strong>of</strong> lea<strong>the</strong>r soled<br />
slippers and goes over and sits down on a straightbacked,<br />
armless chair. She wiggles her f<strong>in</strong>ger and<br />
beckons me over.<br />
I take up position <strong>to</strong> her right and<br />
unenthusiastically <strong>of</strong>fer her my left wrist. She gives<br />
my arm a sharp tug and I beg<strong>in</strong> my downward<br />
descent across her lap.<br />
Once I am over and up I spread myself out<br />
<strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> what is known as <strong>the</strong> ‘Full Drape’. Only <strong>the</strong> tips <strong>of</strong><br />
my f<strong>in</strong>gers and <strong>to</strong>es are <strong>to</strong>uch<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> floor. My weight<br />
is fully supported by Katie. She beg<strong>in</strong>s <strong>to</strong> rearrange<br />
my cloth<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Somewhere <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> proceed<strong>in</strong>g Katie managed<br />
<strong>to</strong> have <strong>the</strong> pro<strong>to</strong>cols changed so that she is<br />
authorized <strong>to</strong> slipper us on <strong>the</strong> bare bum. I feel my<br />
bumbags be<strong>in</strong>g rolled down until <strong>the</strong>y are<br />
concert<strong>in</strong>aed around my ankles. She puts her left arm<br />
around my waist and tugs me <strong>in</strong> tightly <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> crease
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<strong>of</strong> her lap. I am now fully exposed and utterly<br />
defenseless.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re is noth<strong>in</strong>g better than a dose <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
slipper <strong>to</strong> give <strong>the</strong> circulation a good kick-start <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
morn<strong>in</strong>g,” she chuckles. This is Katie Beck’s standard<br />
modus operandi. Throughout <strong>the</strong> slipper<strong>in</strong>g she will<br />
yak and gab and <strong>in</strong>terject <strong>the</strong> proceed<strong>in</strong>gs with her<br />
snide comments.<br />
She slams <strong>the</strong> sole <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> slipper down on my<br />
right but<strong>to</strong>ck, knock<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> breath out <strong>of</strong> me.<br />
It would be an understatement <strong>to</strong> say that I<br />
hate this vile and odious specimen <strong>of</strong> humanity.<br />
None<strong>the</strong>less, I have <strong>to</strong> admit that I have a grudg<strong>in</strong>g<br />
respect for her capabilities as a discipl<strong>in</strong>arian. When<br />
Katie Beck has a slipper <strong>in</strong> her hand she knows what<br />
she is do<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Katie is fond <strong>of</strong> <strong>in</strong>form<strong>in</strong>g us <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> provenance<br />
<strong>of</strong> her chosen <strong>in</strong>struments <strong>of</strong> pa<strong>in</strong> and <strong>to</strong>rture. She<br />
ma<strong>in</strong>ta<strong>in</strong>s a stand<strong>in</strong>g order with a vendor from <strong>the</strong><br />
A<strong>the</strong>ns Plaka for <strong>the</strong> supply <strong>of</strong> her slippers. <strong>The</strong>y are<br />
not actually slippers; <strong>the</strong>y are handcrafted Spartan<br />
sandals with <strong>the</strong> cord<strong>in</strong>g removed. She has <strong>the</strong>m<br />
designed so that <strong>the</strong> heel fits neatly <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> palm <strong>of</strong><br />
her hand and <strong>the</strong> soles are slightly over-sized.<br />
Even without suffer<strong>in</strong>g from <strong>the</strong> after effects <strong>of</strong><br />
hav<strong>in</strong>g my bot<strong>to</strong>m beaten with Claire’s lethal cane <strong>the</strong><br />
slipper would certa<strong>in</strong>ly get my full attention. I don’t<br />
know how Katie keeps <strong>in</strong> such good shape. She<br />
spends most <strong>of</strong> her <strong>of</strong>f-duty hours flaunt<strong>in</strong>g her wares<br />
<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> saloon bar <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Bunch <strong>of</strong> Grapes.
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She slams <strong>the</strong> slipper down a second time<br />
caus<strong>in</strong>g my ankles <strong>to</strong> twitch. She cackles.<br />
“I remember <strong>the</strong> first time I laid eyes on you,<br />
<strong>Booker</strong>, you were just such a goddamn mess, I just<br />
knew it was <strong>in</strong> our dest<strong>in</strong>y <strong>to</strong> spend some quality time<br />
<strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r,” she <strong>in</strong>forms me cheerfully and slams <strong>the</strong><br />
slipper down for a third time.<br />
<strong>The</strong> slipper is a very different animal from <strong>the</strong><br />
cane and <strong>the</strong> sound on impact explodes <strong>in</strong> my ears.<br />
Generally <strong>the</strong> slipper ma<strong>in</strong>ly causes flesh burn but as<br />
you may recall I am suffer<strong>in</strong>g from <strong>the</strong> residual<br />
effects <strong>of</strong> six on <strong>the</strong> silks and my glut<strong>in</strong>ous maximus<br />
muscles are not <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> best <strong>of</strong> shapes. My body<br />
responds <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> hearty spank as if I am a pach<strong>in</strong>ko<br />
mach<strong>in</strong>e. I cannot help but buck and squirm <strong>in</strong> her<br />
lap.<br />
Katie cackles like Cruella DeVille. When she is<br />
not reliev<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> local lothario’s from <strong>the</strong>ir hardearneds<br />
this is Katie Becks idea <strong>of</strong> fun.<br />
She is determ<strong>in</strong>ed <strong>to</strong> take her time and get her<br />
jollies; she rubs <strong>the</strong> sole <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> slipper over each <strong>of</strong><br />
my but<strong>to</strong>cks mutter<strong>in</strong>g “eeny-meeny-m<strong>in</strong>y-moe”,<br />
before br<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>g down <strong>the</strong> slipper on my right but<strong>to</strong>ck<br />
with a deafen<strong>in</strong>g report.<br />
I wriggle and squirm some more. She chuckles<br />
aga<strong>in</strong>. She pulls me back <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> her lap.<br />
“Stretch out properly <strong>Booker</strong> and s<strong>to</strong>p be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
such a muff,” she taunts me.<br />
My blood boils as much as my bum is boil<strong>in</strong>g. I<br />
try <strong>to</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>r myself and not become<br />
discombobulated. Just as I am maneuver<strong>in</strong>g myself<br />
back <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> a full drape she unexpectedly whaps me
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twice on my left cheek, one on <strong>to</strong>p <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r <strong>in</strong><br />
quick succession.<br />
I cannot help but punch <strong>the</strong> air and kick my<br />
legs.<br />
“Gotcha!” she gloats.<br />
Despite <strong>the</strong> pleasure she would ga<strong>in</strong> from<br />
keep<strong>in</strong>g me <strong>in</strong> my head down, arse up position <strong>of</strong><br />
acquiescence for an extended period <strong>of</strong> time she<br />
senses that she can nail me and ra<strong>in</strong>s down six hard<br />
spanks <strong>in</strong> quick succession. I am <strong>to</strong>tally giddy and all<br />
I can th<strong>in</strong>k <strong>of</strong> is that I will never let her make me<br />
howl or blub. In seconds it is all over and I am left<br />
hang<strong>in</strong>g over her lap pant<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“Oh my, that was just so much fun,” she<br />
cackles.<br />
I am <strong>to</strong>o out <strong>of</strong> breath <strong>to</strong> respond.
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Emergency Repair Crew<br />
“You are such a complete mess, <strong>Booker</strong>,” Katie<br />
gloats as I <strong>to</strong>tter out <strong>of</strong> her study feel<strong>in</strong>g like a<br />
drunken sailor on shore leave. I resist <strong>the</strong> temptation<br />
<strong>to</strong> po<strong>in</strong>t out that it is hardly surpris<strong>in</strong>g that I am not<br />
look<strong>in</strong>g my best consider<strong>in</strong>g I have just spent a most<br />
unpleasant ten m<strong>in</strong>utes wriggl<strong>in</strong>g and squirm<strong>in</strong>g<br />
across her lap like a hooked fish whilst hav<strong>in</strong>g my<br />
bum pummeled with a lea<strong>the</strong>r-soled sandal.<br />
<strong>The</strong> hallways are beg<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> fill up as gals<br />
prepare <strong>the</strong>mselves for ano<strong>the</strong>r day at <strong>Woody</strong>s. I nod<br />
at a few chums as I hurry along. Despite my best<br />
efforts <strong>to</strong> appear nonchalant I can’t help notic<strong>in</strong>g that<br />
several gals give me know<strong>in</strong>g glances and<br />
sympa<strong>the</strong>tic smiles.<br />
It is not surpris<strong>in</strong>g really. It is very hard <strong>to</strong><br />
disguise <strong>the</strong> after-effects <strong>of</strong> a damn good drubb<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
<strong>The</strong> stiff legged gait and <strong>the</strong> slightly haunted look <strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> eyes are always tell-tale signs. <strong>The</strong> fact that I<br />
have my hands thrust deep <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> pockets <strong>of</strong> my<br />
blazer is also a dead giveaway. This is standard MO <strong>to</strong>
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avoid <strong>the</strong> temptation <strong>of</strong> committ<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> card<strong>in</strong>al s<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong><br />
muffish behavior <strong>of</strong> publicly rubb<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Generally at this time <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g I head <strong>to</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> cafeteria and enjoy a leisurely breakfast but right<br />
now tucker is <strong>the</strong> last th<strong>in</strong>g on my agenda. I pa<strong>in</strong>fully<br />
climb <strong>the</strong> stairs and make my way <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> Phase 6<br />
land<strong>in</strong>g where I am quite sure that <strong>the</strong> emergency<br />
repair crew will be wait<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
I am not disappo<strong>in</strong>ted. Debs, Nixdown and Jojo<br />
are <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> study, loung<strong>in</strong>g about dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g c<strong>of</strong>fee. A pot<br />
<strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> my most <strong>the</strong>rapeutic balms is sitt<strong>in</strong>g out on<br />
a side table.<br />
In some walks <strong>of</strong> life I suspect <strong>the</strong> idea <strong>of</strong> ly<strong>in</strong>g<br />
across your best chum’s lap with your skirt hiked up<br />
and your bumbags around your ankles might be<br />
considered a tad queer. Quite probably a few years<br />
ago, when I was go<strong>in</strong>g about my bus<strong>in</strong>ess on Civvy<br />
Street, I would have shared that op<strong>in</strong>ion. But this is<br />
<strong>Woody</strong>s and chums perform<strong>in</strong>g emergency repairs <strong>to</strong><br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r’s swollen bums is an everyday occurrence.<br />
Debs seems <strong>to</strong> have gotten over her snit, at<br />
least temporarily, and makes sympa<strong>the</strong>tic noises as<br />
she gently massages my poor beleaguered bum. Jojo<br />
and Nix hover over me <strong>in</strong>spect<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> damage and<br />
idly exchang<strong>in</strong>g sage observations. This is ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
cus<strong>to</strong>m that some strata’s <strong>of</strong> society might f<strong>in</strong>d a little<br />
peculiar, however around here it is common practice<br />
<strong>to</strong> dissect every punishment <strong>in</strong> m<strong>in</strong>ute detail.<br />
Jojo and Nixdown are respected pundits <strong>in</strong> all<br />
matters related <strong>to</strong> whops and I can’t help notic<strong>in</strong>g a
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<strong>the</strong>ir learned observations.<br />
“She’s a fuck<strong>in</strong>g be-yotch,” is all I can th<strong>in</strong>k <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>to</strong> add <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> conversation. Despite Deborah’s k<strong>in</strong>d<br />
m<strong>in</strong>istrations my bum is still on fire. It is go<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> be a<br />
long day.<br />
<strong>The</strong> om<strong>in</strong>ously threaten<strong>in</strong>g expression that ‘I’m<br />
go<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> thrash you so hard that you won’t be sitt<strong>in</strong>g<br />
down comfortably for a week’ generally proves <strong>to</strong> be<br />
an exaggeration. None<strong>the</strong>less, lower<strong>in</strong>g my<br />
sitmedown on<strong>to</strong> a hard and unyield<strong>in</strong>g wooden seat is<br />
not an appeal<strong>in</strong>g prospect.<br />
On weekdays we spend eight thirty-five m<strong>in</strong>ute<br />
periods per day <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> lecture rooms. <strong>The</strong>re is no<br />
deny<strong>in</strong>g that <strong>the</strong> curriculum that Ms Law<strong>to</strong>n designed<br />
is remarkably broad and all encompass<strong>in</strong>g. <strong>The</strong><br />
quality <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lecturers that she recruited is quite<br />
exceptional and consider<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> circumstances we<br />
f<strong>in</strong>d ourselves <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>re is little room for legitimate<br />
compla<strong>in</strong>ts <strong>of</strong> boredom. However, <strong>the</strong>re is plenty <strong>of</strong><br />
room for compla<strong>in</strong>t regard<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> furnish<strong>in</strong>gs she<br />
selected for <strong>the</strong> lecture rooms.<br />
Apparently <strong>the</strong> desks and chairs are a hand me<br />
down from <strong>the</strong> orig<strong>in</strong>al <strong>Woody</strong> <strong>School</strong>. <strong>The</strong> school<br />
orig<strong>in</strong>ally opened sometime back <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> 1850’s and I<br />
th<strong>in</strong>k that <strong>the</strong>se <strong>to</strong>rturous monstrosities must have<br />
been amongst <strong>the</strong>ir first acquisitions.<br />
<strong>The</strong> problem with be<strong>in</strong>g walloped with a slipper<br />
(well one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m anyway) is <strong>the</strong> area that it covers.<br />
Now I am <strong>the</strong> first <strong>to</strong> acknowledge that when one <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>Woody</strong> Wags remarked that ‘us<strong>in</strong>g a size ten
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slipper on a size two bum is hardly sport<strong>in</strong>g’, she was<br />
not referr<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> me.<br />
No matter how much I shift my weight I<br />
cannot f<strong>in</strong>d a position that extends me much comfort.<br />
I even try <strong>to</strong> cross my arms across <strong>the</strong> desk lid and<br />
raise myself up on<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> balls <strong>of</strong> my feet so that my<br />
bum is not actually support<strong>in</strong>g my weight but that is<br />
even more uncomfortable, so I slump dismally back<br />
on<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> unyield<strong>in</strong>g wooden seat and do my best <strong>to</strong><br />
concentrate on Ms Gascoigne’s lecture on <strong>the</strong><br />
potential existence <strong>of</strong> an obscure but <strong>in</strong>fluential<br />
seventeenth century Bavarian cult called <strong>the</strong> Illum<strong>in</strong>ati<br />
and its potential <strong>in</strong>fluence on current world<br />
economics. Say what you like about <strong>Woody</strong>s it is<br />
never bor<strong>in</strong>g. My bum feels like it has swollen up <strong>to</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> size <strong>of</strong> Melanie White’s gazonka’s. It was most<br />
distract<strong>in</strong>g.
8<br />
Bot<strong>to</strong>m<br />
On my first day at <strong>Woody</strong>s I was <strong>in</strong>troduced <strong>to</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> gal who had been assigned as my personal<br />
men<strong>to</strong>r dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> first year <strong>of</strong> my sentence. Her<br />
name was Sophia Zurgo and she was <strong>of</strong> Neapolitan<br />
descent. I vaguely remembered her from art-house<br />
movies I had watched on cable-TV. <strong>The</strong> first th<strong>in</strong>g she<br />
did after we were <strong>in</strong>troduced was <strong>to</strong> put me over her<br />
knee and spank me.<br />
This might not seem a particularly polite way<br />
<strong>to</strong> start a relationship but as a means <strong>of</strong> establish<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>the</strong> hierarchy it is extremely effective.<br />
I had entered <strong>Woody</strong>s with a relatively virg<strong>in</strong><br />
arse. My chaps had never spanked me and <strong>the</strong><br />
schools I attended had not practiced any form <strong>of</strong><br />
corporal punishment. My experience <strong>of</strong> hav<strong>in</strong>g my<br />
bum whapped was limited <strong>to</strong> a sponsored spank<strong>in</strong>g<br />
that I participated <strong>in</strong> that not only benefited several<br />
worthy charities but also <strong>of</strong>fered considerable<br />
promotional opportunities for my burgeon<strong>in</strong>g<br />
company <strong>Booker</strong>s Balms.
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Be<strong>in</strong>g spanked live on TV may seem an odd<br />
advertis<strong>in</strong>g ploy for a holistic <strong>the</strong>rapy enterprise but<br />
<strong>to</strong> develop a successful bus<strong>in</strong>ess one must exploit any<br />
opportunities presented.<br />
My particular opportunity arose after I had<br />
appeared <strong>in</strong> an all-female amateur <strong>the</strong>atrical<br />
production <strong>of</strong> a Midsummer’s Nights Dream. I was<br />
cast as Bot<strong>to</strong>m <strong>the</strong> Weaver.<br />
Some perv from <strong>the</strong> skank-rags, who I might<br />
add did not comment on my exemplary act<strong>in</strong>g<br />
performance, thought it was witty <strong>to</strong> dub me ‘Rear <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> Year’. I did not know whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>to</strong> be flattered or<br />
mortified. All my life I had been joshed and teased by<br />
my chums about my ra<strong>the</strong>r noticeable protuberance.<br />
As it happened <strong>the</strong> ill-mannered maggot did me a<br />
favor.<br />
A jeans company contacted me and <strong>of</strong>fered me<br />
a contract <strong>to</strong> model <strong>the</strong>ir jeans with <strong>Booker</strong>s Bum<br />
embroidered across <strong>the</strong> seat. <strong>The</strong> logo was suitably<br />
designed so that from a distance it looked <strong>in</strong>terchangeable<br />
with my company name. Quite quickly<br />
‘Miss Rear <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Year’ found herself <strong>in</strong> popular<br />
demand on breakfast chat shows. In return for<br />
allow<strong>in</strong>g me <strong>to</strong> ex<strong>to</strong>l <strong>the</strong> virtues <strong>of</strong> my mystical balms<br />
I was generally required <strong>to</strong> bend over for <strong>the</strong><br />
camera’s <strong>to</strong> show <strong>of</strong>f my wares. Hardly dignified but<br />
sales were boom<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sponsored spank<strong>in</strong>g was <strong>the</strong> bra<strong>in</strong>child <strong>of</strong><br />
a market<strong>in</strong>g guru for a charitable foundation. Viewers<br />
could pledge ten squids a spank for <strong>the</strong> pleasure <strong>of</strong><br />
see<strong>in</strong>g me be<strong>in</strong>g put over <strong>the</strong> knees <strong>of</strong> a variety <strong>of</strong><br />
celebrities. Once aga<strong>in</strong> this was hardly a dignified<br />
process but by <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> spankathon my
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f<strong>in</strong>ancial advisors were encourag<strong>in</strong>g me <strong>to</strong> take my<br />
company public.<br />
Although I cannot pretend <strong>to</strong> have enjoyed <strong>the</strong><br />
experience <strong>of</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g publicly spanked I must confess<br />
that I hardly suffered any more than <strong>the</strong> most m<strong>in</strong>or<br />
distraction when it came <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> soreness department.<br />
Shortly afterwards <strong>the</strong> Forsham-Smy<strong>the</strong><br />
Corporation <strong>of</strong>fered <strong>to</strong> buy me out. <strong>The</strong>ir <strong>of</strong>fer was<br />
extremely generous and I was advised <strong>to</strong> sell.<br />
However, I learned that <strong>the</strong>y <strong>in</strong>tended <strong>to</strong> reduce <strong>the</strong><br />
quality <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> products that I had spent years<br />
develop<strong>in</strong>g and planned <strong>to</strong> flood <strong>the</strong> market with substandard<br />
goods bear<strong>in</strong>g my logo. I turned <strong>the</strong>m down<br />
and with<strong>in</strong> weeks found myself arrested and be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
paraded through <strong>the</strong> streets <strong>in</strong> handcuffs and anklemanacles<br />
while still dressed <strong>in</strong> my pajamas. <strong>The</strong> Dark<br />
Agents move fast and with<strong>in</strong> hours I found myself at<br />
a haberdashery be<strong>in</strong>g fitted for clobber.<br />
By some standards Sophia was not a bad sort<br />
and I don’t th<strong>in</strong>k that she dusted me <strong>to</strong>o thoroughly<br />
that first day. I th<strong>in</strong>k my pride was hurt as much as<br />
my bum and I was somewhat bewildered by <strong>the</strong><br />
unexpected experience.<br />
An enormous amount <strong>of</strong> <strong>in</strong>k <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> press had<br />
been dedicated <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> success <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Back</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>School</strong><br />
Units, particularly about <strong>Woody</strong>s due <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> number<br />
<strong>of</strong> so-called Celebrity Ladettes who had been<br />
dispatched <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> facility for Extreme Social<br />
Rehabilitation. None<strong>the</strong>less, <strong>the</strong> government<br />
propaganda mach<strong>in</strong>e released very few actual details<br />
<strong>of</strong> what went on beh<strong>in</strong>d <strong>the</strong> high walls that<br />
surrounded <strong>the</strong> huge campus. I had never read a
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s<strong>in</strong>gle article that gave me any <strong>in</strong>dication that no<br />
sooner had I entered through <strong>the</strong> heavy gates I<br />
would f<strong>in</strong>d myself sprawled head down arse up across<br />
<strong>the</strong> lap <strong>of</strong> a young woman barely two years older<br />
than I was at <strong>the</strong> time.<br />
Later that even<strong>in</strong>g I would learn that I was not<br />
alone <strong>in</strong> as<strong>to</strong>nishment at be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>troduced <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
extraord<strong>in</strong>ary concept <strong>of</strong> ‘Tra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g Spank<strong>in</strong>gs’.<br />
After spend<strong>in</strong>g a full day <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> company <strong>of</strong><br />
Sophia, alternat<strong>in</strong>g my time between stand<strong>in</strong>g fac<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>the</strong> wall and por<strong>in</strong>g over a <strong>to</strong>me that conta<strong>in</strong>ed <strong>the</strong><br />
rules, regulations and pro<strong>to</strong>cols <strong>of</strong> my new home, I<br />
was escorted <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> Grubby Dorm.<br />
This was a long Spartan room furnished with<br />
twelve beds, lockers and side-tables. <strong>The</strong>re was no<br />
privacy, not even a curta<strong>in</strong> between each bed. This<br />
would be where I slept for <strong>the</strong> next four years.<br />
Each new <strong>in</strong>take is comprised <strong>of</strong> twelve<br />
<strong>in</strong>mates. I recognized several from <strong>the</strong> newspapers<br />
and <strong>of</strong> course we all recognized Debs who was one <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> most famous women <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> world. We all<br />
<strong>in</strong>troduced ourselves nervously and <strong>of</strong> course <strong>the</strong><br />
conversations turned <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> spank<strong>in</strong>gs we had all<br />
received. <strong>The</strong>re was an atmosphere <strong>of</strong> considerable<br />
<strong>in</strong>dignation and also some trepidation <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> dorm.<br />
I don’t know whe<strong>the</strong>r I was jok<strong>in</strong>g or just<br />
try<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> be comfort<strong>in</strong>g but I blurted out, “But it was<br />
only whops.” <strong>The</strong>y looked at me is if I had two heads<br />
but that unplanned observation has followed me<br />
around for years and created <strong>the</strong> myth that I am<br />
impervious <strong>to</strong> pa<strong>in</strong>.
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I can assure you I am not and my bum is<br />
smart<strong>in</strong>g most disagreeably. <strong>The</strong> hard seat is not<br />
help<strong>in</strong>g.
9<br />
<strong>The</strong> Big BUTT<br />
Dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> second lecture <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day Jojo got<br />
<strong>the</strong> cane. This is not a particularly unusual occurrence<br />
as Joanna Heyworth holds <strong>the</strong> title at <strong>the</strong> unit as <strong>the</strong><br />
All-Time Big BUTT. This ra<strong>the</strong>r unflatter<strong>in</strong>g acronym<br />
means that she ranks as numero uno on <strong>the</strong> Bot<strong>to</strong>ms<br />
Up Table <strong>of</strong> Troublemakers, a status that is widely<br />
coveted and revered around this jo<strong>in</strong>t.<br />
What makes this rout<strong>in</strong>e affair noteworthy is<br />
that Jojo had <strong>the</strong> grave misfortune <strong>to</strong> be beaten by<br />
Patricia Hodge. Patty is a woman with absolutely no<br />
redeem<strong>in</strong>g fac<strong>to</strong>rs and she is such an awful be-yotch<br />
that she makes Katie Beck seem halfway human.<br />
<strong>The</strong> cause <strong>of</strong> this unfortunate affair was Jojo’s<br />
unwise choice <strong>to</strong> <strong>in</strong>terject a little light humor <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
proceed<strong>in</strong>gs. Well I thought it was funny anyway. <strong>The</strong><br />
problem was that only seconds prior <strong>to</strong> Jojo’s pithy<br />
re<strong>to</strong>rt Patty had announced that, “<strong>the</strong> next gal <strong>to</strong><br />
speak out <strong>of</strong> turn will be bend<strong>in</strong>g over for six”.<br />
Speak<strong>in</strong>g from pa<strong>in</strong>fully acquired knowledge I<br />
can assure you that bend<strong>in</strong>g over for six from Patty is
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an experience <strong>to</strong> be avoided. As soon as Jojo opened<br />
her mouth my heart sank.<br />
“Step up Heyworth. Remove your blazer and<br />
step up this <strong>in</strong>stant, I <strong>in</strong>tend <strong>to</strong> beat you bandy,”<br />
gloated Patty. She was gr<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g from ear <strong>to</strong> ear.<br />
This is what makes Patty so despicable. She<br />
makes absolutely no effort <strong>to</strong> disguise her glee at <strong>the</strong><br />
opportunity <strong>to</strong> cut a perfectly good pair <strong>of</strong> navy blue<br />
gossamer bumbags <strong>to</strong> tatters.<br />
A ra<strong>the</strong>r somber atmosphere pervades <strong>the</strong><br />
room as Jojo pushes back her chair and rises <strong>to</strong> her<br />
feet. We may be whop-hardened veterans but none<br />
<strong>of</strong> us care <strong>to</strong> witness a Patty thrash<strong>in</strong>g. My tummy is<br />
do<strong>in</strong>g somersaults <strong>in</strong> sympathy for my chum.<br />
Jojo unfastens <strong>the</strong> <strong>to</strong>p but<strong>to</strong>n <strong>of</strong> her red and<br />
black striped blazer and shrugs it <strong>of</strong>f before hang<strong>in</strong>g it<br />
across <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> her chair. She looks serenely<br />
composed as she steps out from beh<strong>in</strong>d <strong>the</strong> desk. I<br />
th<strong>in</strong>k I might be more nervous than she is. Jojo is<br />
fearless.<br />
I might hate <strong>the</strong> be-yotch but I am forced <strong>to</strong><br />
concede that Patty Hodge is an <strong>in</strong>credible specimen.<br />
She must stand five-feet ten <strong>in</strong> her s<strong>to</strong>ck<strong>in</strong>ged feet<br />
and <strong>to</strong>ps six-feet <strong>in</strong> her trademark high-heels. She<br />
has flame red hair and pierc<strong>in</strong>g green eyes that may<br />
or may not be cosmetically enhanced for greater<br />
effect. She is always immaculately dressed <strong>in</strong> tailored<br />
suits and her skirts are always slit up <strong>the</strong> side <strong>to</strong><br />
display her long and shapely legs. She may be <strong>the</strong><br />
wrong side <strong>of</strong> fifty but she still has no shortage <strong>of</strong><br />
admirers amongst <strong>the</strong> local lothario’s who flock <strong>to</strong> buy<br />
her dr<strong>in</strong>ks <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> saloon bar <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Bunch <strong>of</strong> Grapes.
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She fixes Joanna with her gimlet glare as she<br />
approaches. “Bend over <strong>the</strong> desk,” she says <strong>in</strong> that<br />
clipped voice that sounds like it could cut through<br />
glass.<br />
“I know <strong>the</strong> form, Ma’am,” responds Jojo<br />
calmly without <strong>the</strong> slightest h<strong>in</strong>t <strong>of</strong> fear <strong>in</strong> her voice.<br />
While Jojo slides her upper <strong>to</strong>rso across <strong>the</strong><br />
polished <strong>to</strong>p <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> front desk Patty unhurriedly takes<br />
<strong>of</strong>f her jacket and rolls up <strong>the</strong> sleeves <strong>of</strong> her silk<br />
blouse. She crosses <strong>the</strong> room and opens <strong>the</strong> door <strong>to</strong> a<br />
tallboy. Inside is an impressive array <strong>of</strong> canes, all<br />
neatly racked like a collection <strong>of</strong> billiard cues. She<br />
makes a considerable drama <strong>of</strong> select<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> stick<br />
that she will use for <strong>the</strong> current mission. She tests out<br />
two or three by flex<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>m between her hands and<br />
swish<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>m through <strong>the</strong> air before announc<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
“this will do nicely”. All <strong>the</strong> while she cont<strong>in</strong>ues <strong>to</strong><br />
smile gleefully.<br />
<strong>The</strong> canes that Patty favors are from <strong>the</strong> new<br />
generation <strong>in</strong> cane technology. <strong>The</strong> thirty-six <strong>in</strong>ch<br />
long rattan shafts are housed <strong>in</strong> straight-run nylon<br />
handles that are covered with red and black striped<br />
lea<strong>the</strong>r. Accord<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> advertis<strong>in</strong>g literature that<br />
accompanies <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>y pack twice <strong>the</strong> smart for half<br />
<strong>the</strong> effort. You might ask yourselves how I know this<br />
trivia but <strong>the</strong> Silver Fox has <strong>in</strong>vested <strong>in</strong> several <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>se items <strong>in</strong> preparation for our scheduled vacation.<br />
Interest<strong>in</strong>gly <strong>the</strong> brochure from <strong>the</strong> bespoke canemaker<br />
located <strong>in</strong> Dubl<strong>in</strong> claims that every cane has<br />
been quality tested <strong>in</strong> real-life situations and come<br />
with a one-year warranty. One has <strong>to</strong> wonder who
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participates <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> quality tests. Certa<strong>in</strong>ly an unusual<br />
career choice if you ask me.<br />
What makes Patty’s canes unique is that she<br />
has <strong>the</strong> tips cus<strong>to</strong>mized so that <strong>the</strong> last four <strong>in</strong>ches<br />
are split <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> a wye. <strong>The</strong>y leave marks like a brand<strong>in</strong>g<br />
iron.<br />
Jojo is laid out across <strong>the</strong> desk with her arms<br />
stretched out and her ch<strong>in</strong> rest<strong>in</strong>g on <strong>the</strong> surface <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> desk. This is ano<strong>the</strong>r Patty contrivance <strong>to</strong> make<br />
be<strong>in</strong>g beaten even more beastly than necessary. She<br />
likes her victims <strong>to</strong> be fac<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> audience so that<br />
every nuance and expression <strong>of</strong> anguish can be<br />
suitably witnessed. She is such a fuck<strong>in</strong>g be-yotch.<br />
Despite my sympathy and jitters for my chum<br />
one th<strong>in</strong>g is certa<strong>in</strong>; Patty will have her work cut out<br />
if she is hop<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> get any satisfaction from Miss Jojo.<br />
I exchange glances with Nixdown and Debs. We<br />
share a collective sigh. We all know that we are about<br />
<strong>to</strong> witness a battle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> titans.<br />
Patty steps <strong>in</strong> and slowly folds back Jojo’s skirt<br />
and <strong>the</strong> tail <strong>of</strong> her crisp white blouse. Once she is<br />
satisfied she sets her feet and takes her measure with<br />
<strong>the</strong> tip <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cane. Jojo closes her eyes and purses<br />
her lips. <strong>The</strong> cane taps down three times <strong>the</strong>n Patty<br />
raises her arm and br<strong>in</strong>gs it down swip<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
<strong>The</strong> report <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cane rebound<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong>f my dear<br />
chum’s bumbags echoes around <strong>the</strong> room like a rifle<br />
shot.<br />
Jojo barely fl<strong>in</strong>ches.
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Battle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Titans<br />
Earlier this year Jojo won ‘<strong>The</strong> Great Spank<strong>of</strong>f’,<br />
an endurance spank<strong>in</strong>g competition spread out<br />
over a period <strong>of</strong> a month. W<strong>in</strong>n<strong>in</strong>g a contest like that<br />
amongst <strong>the</strong> whop-hardened veterans <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> unit is<br />
no mean feat. Jojo was pitted aga<strong>in</strong>st some <strong>to</strong>ugh<br />
competi<strong>to</strong>rs <strong>in</strong>clud<strong>in</strong>g Rachel Cox, <strong>the</strong> M<strong>in</strong>xster and<br />
Nixdown. She f<strong>in</strong>ally prevailed over Cassie Cassy <strong>in</strong> a<br />
showdown that stretched both <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> limits <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>ir strength and fortitude.<br />
Time and time aga<strong>in</strong> Jojo has shown that she<br />
can take a whopp<strong>in</strong>g and keep on bopp<strong>in</strong>g even when<br />
she is faced with a fearsome adversary as Ms Hodge.<br />
Patty Hodge may be a cruel and sadistic<br />
mart<strong>in</strong>et but she is damn good with a cane and that is<br />
very important <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> recipient. Patty’s consummate<br />
skills may not be <strong>of</strong> much solace when you are<br />
actually be<strong>in</strong>g whopped but <strong>the</strong>y certa<strong>in</strong>ly help <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
aftermath. Less skilled practitioners are more likely <strong>to</strong><br />
deliver wrap-around’s, or high or low riders that can<br />
extend <strong>the</strong> recovery process unnecessarily.
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Now that is not say that Patty might not land<br />
<strong>the</strong> occasional low-rider and register it as<br />
‘un<strong>in</strong>tentional’. Low-riders are particularly potent with<br />
<strong>the</strong> cane land<strong>in</strong>g across <strong>the</strong> fleshy and ultra-sensitive<br />
sulcus. Accord<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> Brass Charter <strong>in</strong>tentional lowriders<br />
are illegal (everyth<strong>in</strong>g at <strong>Woody</strong>s is regulated),<br />
however <strong>the</strong>re is a caveat that one un<strong>in</strong>tentional lowrider<br />
is permitted dur<strong>in</strong>g a series <strong>of</strong> six but it must be<br />
annotated <strong>in</strong> our punishment record books. In <strong>the</strong><br />
event that a second low-rider is delivered <strong>the</strong> beat<strong>in</strong>g<br />
must be term<strong>in</strong>ated immediately.<br />
Patty is not about <strong>to</strong> try any <strong>of</strong> her more<br />
devious tricks out on Jojo. Joanna and <strong>the</strong> Grand<br />
Master are an item and although it is highly unlikely<br />
that Jojo with snitch out Patty I doubt that <strong>the</strong> beyotch<br />
would relish an <strong>in</strong>terview with Mr Humphries<br />
regard<strong>in</strong>g any illicit activities.<br />
She will doubtless play it by <strong>the</strong> book and land<br />
six across <strong>the</strong> sweet spot.<br />
Jojo cont<strong>in</strong>ues <strong>to</strong> look impassive even though<br />
her arse must be sizzl<strong>in</strong>g from <strong>the</strong> scorch<strong>in</strong>g opener.<br />
Her eyes are closed and her mouth set as she waits<br />
for <strong>the</strong> cane <strong>to</strong> arrive aga<strong>in</strong>.<br />
Patty takes her own sweet time before<br />
stepp<strong>in</strong>g back <strong>in</strong> and tak<strong>in</strong>g aim. Patricia Hodge uses<br />
a longer backsw<strong>in</strong>g than most dames but she never<br />
seems <strong>to</strong> lose control <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> shaft <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cane. <strong>The</strong><br />
second stroke arrives with an equally impressive<br />
report. Jojo bl<strong>in</strong>ks and purses her lips tightly but<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r than that she does not show any reaction.
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Jojo’s lack <strong>of</strong> response might be disappo<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>to</strong> Patty but it will not s<strong>to</strong>p her from gett<strong>in</strong>g her fix;<br />
she is a whop junkie <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> highest order.<br />
My best chum, Debs, is research<strong>in</strong>g a book on<br />
this his<strong>to</strong>ry <strong>of</strong> <strong>Woody</strong>s, dat<strong>in</strong>g back <strong>to</strong> its days as one<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> prestigious board<strong>in</strong>g schools <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> nation.<br />
Thirty years ago Patty somehow f<strong>in</strong>agled her way <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong><br />
be<strong>in</strong>g appo<strong>in</strong>ted Red-shirt. Deborah has managed <strong>to</strong><br />
solicit <strong>in</strong>terviews with several lum<strong>in</strong>aries <strong>of</strong> that era;<br />
<strong>in</strong>clud<strong>in</strong>g her own mo<strong>the</strong>r, Penny, Claire Brooks Ma,<br />
and none o<strong>the</strong>r than Ms Law<strong>to</strong>n herself. <strong>The</strong>y all give<br />
chill<strong>in</strong>g accounts <strong>of</strong> Patty’s reign <strong>of</strong> terror. She caned<br />
so many gals that she was simply known as ‘<strong>the</strong><br />
Thrasher’.<br />
Thirty years on she’s still gett<strong>in</strong>g her jollies<br />
whupp<strong>in</strong>g arse.<br />
Deborah, Nixdown and I have all assumed <strong>the</strong><br />
same pose, lean<strong>in</strong>g slightly forward <strong>in</strong> our chairs with<br />
our arms crossed on <strong>to</strong>p <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> desk lids. We watch<br />
with learned eyes, check<strong>in</strong>g that Patty doesn’t make a<br />
s<strong>in</strong>gle error that would allow an <strong>in</strong>tervention.<br />
Nixdown is drumm<strong>in</strong>g her f<strong>in</strong>gers on her desk.<br />
Her face is a picture <strong>of</strong> disgust. Nicola Jane may stand<br />
almost a foot shorter that Patty but she would th<strong>in</strong>k<br />
noth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> rush<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> and hack<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> dame <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
sh<strong>in</strong>s if Patty starts act<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> bollocks.<br />
Sadly as I predicted Patty is deliver<strong>in</strong>g a<br />
textbook thrash<strong>in</strong>g and as <strong>the</strong>re is no question that<br />
Jojo left herself wide-open for whops <strong>the</strong>re is little we<br />
can do but observe.
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Jojo cont<strong>in</strong>ues <strong>to</strong> show little or no reaction as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y proceed through <strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> beat<strong>in</strong>g. Six <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> best has many elements. Of course <strong>the</strong> open<strong>in</strong>g<br />
shot serves as an important <strong>in</strong>dica<strong>to</strong>r as <strong>to</strong> how <strong>the</strong><br />
next few m<strong>in</strong>utes are go<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> go down. If <strong>the</strong> first<br />
one is a real scorcher <strong>the</strong>n it’s a pretty good bet that<br />
th<strong>in</strong>gs are not go<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> get much better.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re are many gals amongst our community<br />
who were subjected <strong>to</strong> corporal punishment at school<br />
and some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m recall that can<strong>in</strong>gs were <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
limited <strong>to</strong> two or a maximum <strong>of</strong> three strokes. <strong>The</strong><br />
general consensus seems <strong>to</strong> be that <strong>the</strong>se shorter<br />
can<strong>in</strong>gs might have been quite pa<strong>in</strong>ful and resulted <strong>in</strong><br />
some residual soreness but were overall quite<br />
<strong>to</strong>lerable. <strong>The</strong>y all agree that once you get past <strong>the</strong><br />
third stroke you are really address<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
matter and that <strong>the</strong> pa<strong>in</strong> fac<strong>to</strong>r <strong>in</strong>creases at an<br />
alarm<strong>in</strong>g rate that is not necessarily commensurate<br />
with <strong>the</strong> number <strong>of</strong> strokes. As I have only ever been<br />
caned at <strong>Woody</strong>s where <strong>the</strong> standard punishment is<br />
six I am really unable <strong>to</strong> comment whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>se<br />
<strong>the</strong>ories have much veracity or whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y are<br />
bogus science. But <strong>the</strong> one th<strong>in</strong>g that I can assure<br />
you is that no matter how whop-hardened you<br />
become <strong>the</strong> one stroke you really dread is <strong>the</strong> closer.<br />
Patty wound herself up and set her feet. Jojo<br />
cont<strong>in</strong>ued <strong>to</strong> keep her eyes gently closed and her<br />
mouth set. She knew what <strong>to</strong> expect.<br />
KAPOW!!! Patty unw<strong>in</strong>ds her arm and slices <strong>the</strong><br />
cane through <strong>the</strong> air. It looks like she is <strong>in</strong>tent <strong>of</strong><br />
lift<strong>in</strong>g Joanna clean out <strong>of</strong> her shoes and cutt<strong>in</strong>g her<br />
<strong>in</strong> two. Jojo’s shoulders jerked momentarily and for
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an <strong>in</strong>stant her eyes opened wide but she never made<br />
a sound.<br />
After about a m<strong>in</strong>ute Patty turned Jojo’s skirt<br />
down and gave her <strong>the</strong> release command. Joanna<br />
pushed herself up from <strong>the</strong> desk and turned and<br />
faced her nemesis.<br />
“So how as it Heyworth?” gr<strong>in</strong>ned Patty. “Hot<br />
enough for you?”<br />
Jojo looked <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> Patty’s eyes. She curled her lip<br />
contemptuously. “Middl<strong>in</strong>g warm at best,” she said<br />
boldly and turned on her heel <strong>to</strong> collect her prb for<br />
post-process<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Way <strong>to</strong> go Sister!!!
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A Lady <strong>of</strong> K<strong>in</strong>k<br />
Mercifully we get through <strong>the</strong> rema<strong>in</strong>der <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
morn<strong>in</strong>g without fur<strong>the</strong>r <strong>in</strong>cident. Although, just<br />
before lunch, our lecture was <strong>in</strong>terrupted briefly when<br />
we heard an unmistakable sound echo<strong>in</strong>g along <strong>the</strong><br />
corridors. Ms Sills, who was conduct<strong>in</strong>g our lecture,<br />
just sighed and trailed <strong>of</strong>f. She knows from long<br />
experience that our attention has been momentarily<br />
distracted. Clearly somewhere along <strong>the</strong> hallway, <strong>in</strong><br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r lecture room, some poor soul is be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
absolutely creamed. Ms Sills did not cont<strong>in</strong>ue <strong>to</strong><br />
discuss <strong>the</strong> roguish shenanigans <strong>of</strong> Miss Becky Sharp<br />
until <strong>the</strong> distant beat<strong>in</strong>g had been fully executed.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> bell goes <strong>to</strong> announce <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong><br />
morn<strong>in</strong>g lectures I pack up my books and head-<strong>of</strong>f<br />
back <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> land<strong>in</strong>g. Nixdown falls <strong>in</strong> beside me and<br />
slips her arm <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> m<strong>in</strong>e.<br />
“How’s <strong>the</strong> bum?” she asks cheerily.<br />
“Actually it’s still smart<strong>in</strong>g,” I grumble. “Katie<br />
really put her arm <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> it and my bum wasn’t <strong>in</strong> great<br />
shapes <strong>to</strong> start with.”
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She smiles sympa<strong>the</strong>tically.<br />
This type <strong>of</strong> chatter about <strong>the</strong> state <strong>of</strong> each<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r’s bums is quite normal at <strong>Woody</strong>s. It’s hardly<br />
surpris<strong>in</strong>g, really, consider<strong>in</strong>g that on any given day<br />
an average <strong>of</strong> half a dozen gals are required <strong>to</strong> bend<br />
over for a thrash<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> one k<strong>in</strong>d or ano<strong>the</strong>r. A good<br />
deal <strong>of</strong> gab on <strong>the</strong> gossv<strong>in</strong>e relates <strong>to</strong> who got what<br />
from whom and all <strong>the</strong> gory details.<br />
Nixdown is always amongst <strong>the</strong> most curious.<br />
She is a ra<strong>the</strong>r strange cove <strong>in</strong> some respects. When I<br />
first arrived at <strong>Woody</strong>s I suppose I was a little naïve<br />
<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> ways <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> world. Over <strong>the</strong> years I had read<br />
<strong>the</strong> occasional article <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> papers and magaz<strong>in</strong>es<br />
that referred <strong>to</strong> an eclectic strata <strong>of</strong> society who<br />
<strong>in</strong>dulged <strong>in</strong> BDSM activities. I never really paid this<br />
subject much heed and I suppose I imag<strong>in</strong>ed this<br />
community was comprised <strong>of</strong> dodgy characters<br />
lurk<strong>in</strong>g about <strong>in</strong> darkened dungeons, ty<strong>in</strong>g each o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
up and beat<strong>in</strong>g each o<strong>the</strong>r with whips. I was quite<br />
stunned when Nicola Jane quite openly announced<br />
that she was a member <strong>of</strong> this community. She did<br />
not fit my mental model <strong>in</strong> any shape or form.<br />
Nixdown is a t<strong>in</strong>y little th<strong>in</strong>g. She does not<br />
stand five feet tall, although she strongly disputes<br />
this, and must weigh a hundred and five pounds. She<br />
is stunn<strong>in</strong>gly beautiful with flaxen hair, blue eyes and<br />
full pouty lips. Although she eats like a horse, dr<strong>in</strong>ks<br />
like a fish and smokes like a stack she has an<br />
hourglass figure. I have known her for nearly six<br />
years and have never known her <strong>to</strong> do any exercise<br />
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required <strong>to</strong> attend as part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> curriculum.
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It was clear from <strong>the</strong> outset that she was a<br />
unique <strong>in</strong>dividual. She is beyond cynical and<br />
outrageously funny. Nicola Jane had <strong>the</strong> misfortune <strong>of</strong><br />
be<strong>in</strong>g assigned <strong>to</strong> grub for Katie Beck who was <strong>the</strong><br />
Red-shirt <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day. Nixdown had a terrible time <strong>of</strong> it.<br />
Jojo, Debs and I had got relatively lucky and<br />
our men<strong>to</strong>r’s were relatively benign. None <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m<br />
had jo<strong>in</strong>ed up with Katie’s Secret Sorority <strong>of</strong> Serial<br />
Spankers and played it pretty much by <strong>the</strong> book.<br />
Throughout <strong>the</strong> whole year Sophia only gave me a<br />
couple <strong>of</strong> dust<strong>in</strong>gs and <strong>the</strong>y were always well<br />
deserved.<br />
Katie was different kettle <strong>of</strong> fish and she<br />
spanked Nix on a daily basis and <strong>of</strong>ten more than<br />
once. Most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se spank<strong>in</strong>g were <strong>of</strong>f-<strong>the</strong>-record and<br />
occasionally she would illegally yank down Nicola<br />
Jane’s bumbags and spank her on <strong>the</strong> bare. This<br />
earned NJ <strong>the</strong> nickname <strong>of</strong> Knickers Down Nixon,<br />
which was quickly abbreviated <strong>to</strong> Nixdown.<br />
Nix, be<strong>in</strong>g belligerent and pugnacious by<br />
nature, did not take k<strong>in</strong>dly <strong>to</strong> Katie and <strong>to</strong> say <strong>the</strong><br />
least <strong>the</strong>ir relationship was acrimonious. Nixdown<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten hacked Katie <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> sh<strong>in</strong>s and occasionally<br />
scratched her face when th<strong>in</strong>gs became particularly<br />
heated.<br />
Nix ranted and raved about Katie and <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>in</strong>iquity <strong>of</strong> a system that allowed a be-yotch like <strong>the</strong><br />
Red-shirt <strong>to</strong> spank her. She was equally vocal about<br />
be<strong>in</strong>g spanked by <strong>the</strong> Dame’s <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> lecture rooms. It<br />
was clear that Nixdown disliked authority and did not<br />
much care for be<strong>in</strong>g punished. So it was ra<strong>the</strong>r<br />
surpris<strong>in</strong>g when one even<strong>in</strong>g she confided that she<br />
had seduced a member <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Elite. A ra<strong>the</strong>r
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attractive young lady named Carol<strong>in</strong>e Crowell. Even<br />
more as<strong>to</strong>nish<strong>in</strong>g was when Nixdown rolled down her<br />
bumbags and showed <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> stripes on her bum from<br />
<strong>the</strong> can<strong>in</strong>g she had allowed Carol<strong>in</strong>e <strong>to</strong> give her.<br />
Nixdown was positively gush<strong>in</strong>g with excitement.<br />
It was only <strong>the</strong>n that it occurred <strong>to</strong> me that I<br />
had for <strong>the</strong> first time encountered a Lady <strong>of</strong> K<strong>in</strong>k.<br />
Nixdown did not s<strong>to</strong>p with Miss Cromwell and<br />
set about b<strong>of</strong>f<strong>in</strong>g her way through any member <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Elite that was not aligned with Katie. Most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se<br />
young women had no natural <strong>in</strong>cl<strong>in</strong>ation <strong>to</strong>wards<br />
batt<strong>in</strong>g with <strong>the</strong>ir left hands but be<strong>in</strong>g banged up<br />
twenty-four-seven for thirty-n<strong>in</strong>e weeks a year can be<br />
tedious.<br />
Nixdown established a reputation as a femme<br />
fatale and mistress <strong>of</strong> seduction, she was rarely<br />
refused and over <strong>the</strong> years she has accumulated a<br />
collection <strong>of</strong> scalps that make up a veritable who’s<br />
who <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Elite.<br />
Of course, now she has succumbed <strong>to</strong> an<br />
uncharacteristically monogamous relationship with<br />
Penny Ann Evans, who Nix refers <strong>to</strong> as her English<br />
Rose. <strong>The</strong>y are a delightful couple and amongst my<br />
closest chums.<br />
While cont<strong>in</strong>u<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> <strong>in</strong>dulge <strong>in</strong> her private<br />
penchant for pa<strong>in</strong> she cont<strong>in</strong>ues <strong>to</strong> rail aga<strong>in</strong>st <strong>the</strong><br />
system <strong>of</strong> formal punishment. Personally I can’t quite<br />
see how she makes this differentiation. None<strong>the</strong>less<br />
despite her dislike <strong>of</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g caned by <strong>the</strong> Dames or<br />
members <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Elite she shows a lascivious <strong>in</strong>terest<br />
<strong>in</strong> secur<strong>in</strong>g details about whops. When she suggests<br />
that we cut along <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> canteen for lunch I resign<br />
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remember began a little over twelve hours ago when<br />
Claire Brooks bent Debs and I over <strong>the</strong> ends <strong>of</strong> our<br />
beds and thrashed <strong>the</strong> piss out <strong>of</strong> us.
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<strong>The</strong> Sound <strong>of</strong> Spank<strong>in</strong>g<br />
Speak<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> Claire, we are cross<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong><br />
quadrangle when we happen upon her. Nixdown and<br />
I exchange know<strong>in</strong>g glances. <strong>The</strong> mystery <strong>of</strong> which<br />
poor soul we had overheard be<strong>in</strong>g beaten bandy, not<br />
thirty m<strong>in</strong>utes earlier, has probably been solved.<br />
Claire is dressed <strong>in</strong> one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> beautifully cut<br />
block red hack<strong>in</strong>g jacket style blazers that symbolize<br />
her as a member <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Elite. She has her fists thrust<br />
<strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> side-pockets and she is walk<strong>in</strong>g with an<br />
unmistakably straight-legged gait. Everyth<strong>in</strong>g about<br />
Claire is naturally fel<strong>in</strong>e, her eyes, her nose, her<br />
mouth, <strong>the</strong> way she moves her tall slender body, so<br />
watch<strong>in</strong>g her take slow steps is extremely noticeable.<br />
“Heyho Claire-bear,” calls out Nixdown<br />
cheerfully. “Looks like you’ve been <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> wars.” As I<br />
say Nix has a lascivious <strong>in</strong>terest <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>se matters.<br />
Claire turns around. She smiles th<strong>in</strong>ly. “Paul<strong>in</strong>e<br />
beat me fuck<strong>in</strong>g bandy,” she groans.<br />
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Rehabilitation and is responsible for oversee<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong><br />
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<strong>Woody</strong>s, Ripley and Radcliffe. Her mo<strong>the</strong>r is an<br />
outspoken pro-corporal punishment advocate. She is<br />
regularly seen on TV preach<strong>in</strong>g her mantra “<strong>the</strong>re is<br />
no problem that can’t be solved by a sore bot<strong>to</strong>m”.<br />
Accord<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> Claire it is family tradition that <strong>in</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> Brooks household <strong>the</strong> first time that you are<br />
naughty after your eighth birthday you are <strong>in</strong>troduced<br />
<strong>to</strong> an over <strong>the</strong> knee bare bot<strong>to</strong>m spank<strong>in</strong>g with <strong>the</strong><br />
oval headed, wood backed heirloom known as ‘Brooks<br />
Brush’. Claire likes <strong>to</strong> joke that she can’t have any<br />
problems as she has been suffer<strong>in</strong>g from a sore<br />
bot<strong>to</strong>m for <strong>the</strong> past twenty years.<br />
She is well bred and well educated and is <strong>the</strong><br />
picture <strong>of</strong> genteel sophistication. She also curses like<br />
a sailor. “I’m try<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> walk <strong>the</strong>m <strong>of</strong>f,” she tells us<br />
somewhat unnecessarily. “I’m supposed <strong>to</strong> take a<br />
group out on a ride <strong>in</strong> half an hour and <strong>the</strong> prospect<br />
<strong>of</strong> stick<strong>in</strong>g my arse <strong>in</strong> a fuck<strong>in</strong>g saddle is not <strong>to</strong>o<br />
fuck<strong>in</strong>g attractive.”<br />
Nixdown chortles. “You’ve got an arse like old<br />
lea<strong>the</strong>r,” she says gaily. “”You remember all those<br />
times that your Ma put you over her knee <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
middle <strong>of</strong> a gymkhana and whupped you with your<br />
rid<strong>in</strong>g crop? We won a lot <strong>of</strong> competitions right after<br />
you’d been spanked.”<br />
Claire snorted but momentarily her eyes<br />
tw<strong>in</strong>kled with amusement. Before hav<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
bumbags unceremoniously shipped <strong>of</strong>f <strong>to</strong> <strong>Woody</strong>s<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were both equestrians on <strong>the</strong> national team and<br />
were tipped <strong>to</strong> w<strong>in</strong> gold at <strong>the</strong> Olympics. Nix has <strong>to</strong>ld<br />
me numerous s<strong>to</strong>ries about Claire be<strong>in</strong>g dragged over<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>rs knees <strong>in</strong> front <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> startled contestants and<br />
be<strong>in</strong>g spanked. Accord<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> Nix <strong>the</strong>se affairs were
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almost always as a result <strong>of</strong> Claire swear<strong>in</strong>g her<br />
pretty, potty-mou<strong>the</strong>d little head <strong>of</strong>f.<br />
“Thanks for <strong>the</strong> trip down memory lane,<br />
Nixxy,” she half-smiled, “but I’d better cut along. You<br />
know how hard Paul<strong>in</strong>e canes and if I don’t keep on<br />
<strong>the</strong> move I’ll stiffen up.”<br />
We nod understand<strong>in</strong>gly and wish her good<br />
luck. Twelve hours ago Claire Brooks beat my bot<strong>to</strong>m<br />
six times with a whippy stick but I do not bear her <strong>the</strong><br />
least bit <strong>of</strong> malice. That was her job and she did her<br />
work efficiently with <strong>the</strong> m<strong>in</strong>imum <strong>of</strong> fuss and no<br />
unnecessary unpleasantness. She is a chum and I<br />
hope that her bum recovers quickly.<br />
<strong>The</strong> cafeteria is only just open<strong>in</strong>g up for<br />
bus<strong>in</strong>ess when we arrive and <strong>the</strong>re are only two or<br />
three o<strong>the</strong>r <strong>in</strong>mates collect<strong>in</strong>g trays and gett<strong>in</strong>g ready<br />
<strong>to</strong> check out <strong>the</strong> contents <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> usual sumptuous<br />
buffet. This is probably good news for <strong>the</strong> poor soul<br />
<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> kitchen who is receiv<strong>in</strong>g a very loud spank<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
although right now I suspect that is <strong>the</strong> last th<strong>in</strong>g on<br />
her m<strong>in</strong>d.<br />
<strong>The</strong> five <strong>of</strong> us k<strong>in</strong>d <strong>of</strong> just gr<strong>in</strong>d <strong>to</strong> a resigned<br />
halt. This is one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> weird th<strong>in</strong>gs about liv<strong>in</strong>g at<br />
<strong>Woody</strong>s. Of course we regularly witness gals be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
caned, ei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> lecture rooms, or when you are<br />
sent up <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> Beaks <strong>of</strong>fice or <strong>the</strong> library <strong>to</strong> be<br />
thrashed alongside a chum, or when we are required<br />
<strong>to</strong> attend public flogg<strong>in</strong>gs. However, one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> most<br />
evocative elements <strong>of</strong> our lives is that <strong>the</strong> sounds and<br />
rituals <strong>of</strong> spank<strong>in</strong>g and corporal punishment<br />
constantly surround us.
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I remember dur<strong>in</strong>g my grubby year when I<br />
would be scurry<strong>in</strong>g hi<strong>the</strong>r and thi<strong>the</strong>r runn<strong>in</strong>g errands<br />
for Sophia and you would be on <strong>the</strong> Elite land<strong>in</strong>g and<br />
from beh<strong>in</strong>d a closed door you would hear <strong>the</strong> sounds<br />
<strong>of</strong> palm on bare flesh. It became second <strong>in</strong>st<strong>in</strong>ct <strong>to</strong><br />
s<strong>to</strong>p and k<strong>in</strong>d <strong>of</strong> bow your head <strong>in</strong> sympathy before<br />
go<strong>in</strong>g about your bus<strong>in</strong>ess.<br />
When we were still grubbies and only eligible<br />
for spank<strong>in</strong>gs down <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Brat Chamber our lectures<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten came <strong>to</strong> a halt as, like earlier <strong>to</strong>day, <strong>the</strong> sounds<br />
<strong>of</strong> a cane, strap or slipper rebound<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> some poor<br />
gals bum echoed along <strong>the</strong> corridor.<br />
It is rout<strong>in</strong>e <strong>to</strong> watch gals get red-carded out<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> assembly hall or <strong>the</strong> recreational hall and<br />
watch<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>m slowly trudge <strong>of</strong>f <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir fate.<br />
When we moved out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> dorms and <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> our<br />
two gal studies I can’t tell you how many times that I<br />
have just been drift<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong>f <strong>to</strong> sleep when I have been<br />
jarred awake by <strong>the</strong> om<strong>in</strong>ous swish and thwack <strong>of</strong> an<br />
ashplant slic<strong>in</strong>g across red and black striped jimjams<br />
somewhere along <strong>the</strong> land<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sounds com<strong>in</strong>g from <strong>the</strong> kitchen are<br />
unmistakable <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> tra<strong>in</strong>ed ear. Somebody is be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
spanked with Dotty Hammell’s lethal wooden spatula.<br />
It sends a chill up my sp<strong>in</strong>e as only two weeks ago I<br />
had <strong>the</strong> misfortune <strong>to</strong> be hauled over her knee and<br />
have my cargo pants dragged down. Dotty may be an<br />
absolute dote and <strong>the</strong> darl<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Liberal Left but<br />
she sure spanks hard.<br />
Nix and I wait patiently until <strong>the</strong> sixth spank<br />
has landed <strong>the</strong>n proceed <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> buffet bar. A few<br />
m<strong>in</strong>utes later Lisa Sut<strong>to</strong>n <strong>to</strong>tters out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sw<strong>in</strong>g
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doors carry<strong>in</strong>g a tray <strong>of</strong> soup cups. She has a<br />
bewildered, shell-shocked look on her face.<br />
Nix and I exchange know<strong>in</strong>g glances and<br />
cont<strong>in</strong>ue with our lunch selections.
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A Prurient Interest<br />
Lisa Sut<strong>to</strong>n sets <strong>the</strong> tray down and starts<br />
stack<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> cups next <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> large tureen conta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>the</strong> soup <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day. Accord<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> menu board<br />
Cassie Cassy has prepared a rich mushroom soup,<br />
which is one <strong>of</strong> her specialties. It is also one <strong>of</strong> my<br />
favorites so I reach over and grab a cup.<br />
I shoot Lisa a sympa<strong>the</strong>tic smile as I remove<br />
<strong>the</strong> lid <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tureen and ladle some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> delicious<br />
soup <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> cup and place it on my tray. Lisa<br />
responds with a weak grimace.<br />
“So how was it?” Nix asks cheerily.<br />
Lisa scowls. “I hate that fuck<strong>in</strong>g spatula,” she<br />
growls and squirms her way back <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> kitchen.<br />
Nixdown and I hit <strong>the</strong> salad bar and <strong>the</strong>n take<br />
our trays and f<strong>in</strong>d ourselves a w<strong>in</strong>dow table.<br />
Nicola Jane smiles. “You know, Dotty has never<br />
found <strong>the</strong> need <strong>to</strong> spank me,” she says smugly. “But<br />
she has been k<strong>in</strong>d enough <strong>to</strong> lend Pen <strong>the</strong> spatula on<br />
a couple <strong>of</strong> occasions and I found <strong>the</strong> effects <strong>to</strong> be<br />
quite delightful.”
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I roll my eyes. As I said earlier I have not<br />
been so fortunate. It is barely two weeks s<strong>in</strong>ce I last<br />
<strong>to</strong>ok an unfortunate trip over Dotty’s knee and <strong>the</strong><br />
sounds <strong>of</strong> Lisa be<strong>in</strong>g spanked <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> kitchen had made<br />
me experience an unpleasant feel<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> déjà vu. Only<br />
Nixdown could possibly consider <strong>the</strong> effects <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
wooden spatula rebound<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> her upturned arse <strong>to</strong><br />
be delightful. Personally I subscribe <strong>to</strong> Lisa’s school <strong>of</strong><br />
th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g. I hate that fuck<strong>in</strong>g spatula.<br />
I spoon some yoghurt over my Greek salad<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n fork a piece <strong>of</strong> cucumber <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> my mouth.<br />
Nixdown ignores her own plate and stares at<br />
me <strong>in</strong>tently.<br />
“Well?” she asks.<br />
“Well what?” I reply after I have f<strong>in</strong>ished my<br />
cucumber, although I know perfectly well what she<br />
wants <strong>to</strong> know and that I’m only postpon<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>in</strong>evitable.<br />
She raises an eyebrow archly. “Oh come on<br />
Rosie, I heard you and Debs gett<strong>in</strong>g whopped last<br />
night,” she giggles. “It sounded like Claire thought<br />
she was beat<strong>in</strong>g a carpet.”<br />
I roll my eyes <strong>in</strong> resignation. It is an exercise <strong>in</strong><br />
futility <strong>to</strong> even try <strong>to</strong> divert <strong>the</strong> direction that this<br />
conversation is about <strong>to</strong> take. Nixdown is tenacious<br />
and she will not rest until she has squeezed every last<br />
little detail out <strong>of</strong> me.<br />
“It felt like she was beat<strong>in</strong>g a carpet,” I say<br />
f<strong>in</strong>ally. “That gal whops <strong>to</strong>o hard, she should come<br />
with a government health warn<strong>in</strong>g.”<br />
Nixdown gr<strong>in</strong>s and picks at her own salad. She<br />
is satisfied now that she has me on <strong>the</strong> hook.
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While we consume our soups and salads I<br />
<strong>in</strong>dulge Nixdown’s whim and give her a detailed<br />
whop-by-whop account <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> misfortunes that my<br />
poor beleaguered bum has been forced <strong>to</strong> endure<br />
over <strong>the</strong> past eighteen hours. Nix listens somberly,<br />
occasionally she <strong>in</strong>terjects an appropriately<br />
sympa<strong>the</strong>tic observation but I can’t help notic<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong><br />
excited tw<strong>in</strong>kle <strong>in</strong> her eyes. I am not suggest<strong>in</strong>g that<br />
she is gloat<strong>in</strong>g over my misfortunes, she just has a<br />
prurient <strong>in</strong>terest <strong>in</strong> such matters.<br />
We are dr<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g c<strong>of</strong>fee when Jojo and Debs<br />
come <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> cafeteria arm-<strong>in</strong>-arm. <strong>The</strong>y spot us and<br />
amble over. Jojo is look<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> remarkably good spirits<br />
consider<strong>in</strong>g that she has only recently been treated <strong>to</strong><br />
an epic whopp<strong>in</strong>g by <strong>the</strong> be-yotch Hodge.<br />
Jojo used <strong>to</strong> be a <strong>the</strong>atrical producer before<br />
she got banged up for Extreme Ladett<strong>in</strong>g. S<strong>in</strong>ce<br />
tak<strong>in</strong>g over as Grand Master at <strong>the</strong> unit Mr Humphries<br />
has encouraged us <strong>to</strong> take better advantage <strong>of</strong> our<br />
free-time than our usual habit <strong>of</strong> enterta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g<br />
ourselves by <strong>in</strong>dulg<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> a frenzy <strong>of</strong> mischief and<br />
mayhem. While he has not been entirely successful <strong>in</strong><br />
achiev<strong>in</strong>g this goal we have certa<strong>in</strong>ly begun <strong>to</strong><br />
distract ourselves with a number <strong>of</strong> projects. <strong>The</strong><br />
most ambitious is project <strong>to</strong> date is Jojo’s West Side<br />
S<strong>to</strong>ry production which <strong>in</strong>cludes every <strong>in</strong>mate as<br />
ei<strong>the</strong>r an ac<strong>to</strong>r, dancer or production assistant.<br />
Jojo and Debs have just come from <strong>the</strong> Great<br />
Hall where G<strong>in</strong>ger Beckett is rehears<strong>in</strong>g some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
dance troupe. By all accounts <strong>the</strong> dancers are com<strong>in</strong>g
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on swimm<strong>in</strong>gly, which accounts for Jojo’s good<br />
humor.<br />
I look down at my watch. Nixdown is not <strong>the</strong><br />
only one who wishes <strong>to</strong> hear <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> misadventures <strong>of</strong><br />
my derriere. <strong>The</strong> Silver Fox will doubtless be<br />
<strong>in</strong>terested <strong>to</strong> learn <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pa<strong>in</strong>ful repercussions <strong>of</strong> our<br />
late-night cyber-chat, so I pick up my tray and make<br />
my excuses.<br />
Consider<strong>in</strong>g that Jojo and Debs have both had<br />
recent encounters with fast-mov<strong>in</strong>g canes I suspect<br />
Nixdown will hang around while <strong>the</strong>y eat lunch and<br />
pry <strong>the</strong> gory details out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
I stack my empty plates <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> dishwasher and<br />
head <strong>of</strong>f <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> direction <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Phase Six land<strong>in</strong>g.
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Still Ripe and Steamy<br />
When I first started <strong>to</strong> chat with <strong>the</strong> Foxy One<br />
<strong>in</strong> cyber-space I had no idea that he would turn out<br />
<strong>to</strong> be a rav<strong>in</strong>g spanko. We met quite <strong>in</strong>nocently on a<br />
forum discuss<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> relative merits <strong>of</strong> herbal<br />
remedies that we were both experiment<strong>in</strong>g with. He is<br />
exceptionally knowledgeable and we began <strong>to</strong> chat <strong>in</strong><br />
private. After a period <strong>of</strong> cyber-joust<strong>in</strong>g he had asked<br />
me on a real-life date. At first I made excuses but as<br />
we became closer I f<strong>in</strong>ally revealed my identity and<br />
expla<strong>in</strong>ed that I was ra<strong>the</strong>r <strong>in</strong>conveniently deta<strong>in</strong>ed<br />
by <strong>the</strong> government at a correctional <strong>in</strong>stitution. We<br />
agreed <strong>to</strong> meet for d<strong>in</strong>ner when I was next let out on<br />
furlough.<br />
Shortly before our scheduled face-<strong>to</strong>-face<br />
meet<strong>in</strong>g we had arranged <strong>to</strong> go on-l<strong>in</strong>e <strong>to</strong> f<strong>in</strong>alize <strong>the</strong><br />
details. Unfortunately I missed our scheduled<br />
appo<strong>in</strong>tment due <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> fact that I was o<strong>the</strong>rwise<br />
engaged bend<strong>in</strong>g over and <strong>to</strong>uch<strong>in</strong>g my <strong>to</strong>es for six <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> best.<br />
<strong>The</strong> can<strong>in</strong>g had been a rout<strong>in</strong>e affair regard<strong>in</strong>g<br />
tardy timekeep<strong>in</strong>g. I had pitched up late for a
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comb<strong>in</strong>ed blue house/red house work detail and as a<br />
result my house had <strong>in</strong>curred a f<strong>in</strong>e. Unfortunately my<br />
late appearance had also put my personal demerit<br />
account <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> sufficient deficit <strong>to</strong> earn me a manda<strong>to</strong>ry<br />
beat<strong>in</strong>g from <strong>the</strong> Capta<strong>in</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> House, Sally P<strong>of</strong>fers.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> overall scheme <strong>of</strong> th<strong>in</strong>gs Sally is not all<br />
that good with a cane and <strong>the</strong> actual beat<strong>in</strong>g had<br />
been hardly more than an <strong>in</strong>convenience.<br />
None<strong>the</strong>less, Sally is a royal be-yotch and has some<br />
tiresome traits.<br />
Rumor has it that she spent <strong>the</strong> previous<br />
summer furlough <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> company <strong>of</strong> Patty Hodge and<br />
Katie Beck be<strong>in</strong>g covertly tra<strong>in</strong>ed <strong>to</strong> act as a senior<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficer <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Secret Sorority <strong>of</strong> Serial Spankers, aka<br />
as <strong>the</strong> SS.<br />
Sally was an ideal candidate for <strong>the</strong> role. She is<br />
mean, devious, va<strong>in</strong>, and au<strong>to</strong>cratic. It is strongly<br />
suspected that she had acted as Yvonne Godfrey’s<br />
personal snitch dur<strong>in</strong>g Godders tyrannical reign as <strong>the</strong><br />
Commandant <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> most he<strong>in</strong>ous SS <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> unit’s<br />
his<strong>to</strong>ry.<br />
However any ambitions that Sally might have<br />
had for be<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>ducted <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> SS Hall <strong>of</strong> Shame<br />
were quickly thwarted courtesy <strong>of</strong> Lady Vic<strong>to</strong>ria’s<br />
lethal wood-backed hairbrush.<br />
Vic<strong>to</strong>ria had made it known that she would not<br />
<strong>to</strong>lerate any secret sorority’s operat<strong>in</strong>g on her watch<br />
and had banned <strong>the</strong> monstrous practices <strong>of</strong> collar<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
sweat<strong>in</strong>g and sport<strong>in</strong>g spank<strong>in</strong>g that had been all <strong>the</strong><br />
rage dur<strong>in</strong>g Operation Scorched Arse.<br />
Sally P<strong>of</strong>fers did not have <strong>the</strong> s<strong>to</strong>mach for<br />
be<strong>in</strong>g dangled head down arse up across Vic<strong>to</strong>ria’s lap
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<strong>to</strong> have her bum scalded with <strong>the</strong> Red-shirt’s fiery<br />
brush and resigned her commission.<br />
None<strong>the</strong>less she was still a be-yotch and on<br />
<strong>the</strong> day <strong>in</strong> question she left me stand<strong>in</strong>g outside <strong>the</strong><br />
library with my hands on my head and my nose<br />
pressed <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> wall for almost an hour before she<br />
deigned <strong>to</strong> turn up <strong>to</strong> cane me.<br />
It was almost three hours before I f<strong>in</strong>ally got<br />
<strong>the</strong> opportunity <strong>to</strong> go on-l<strong>in</strong>e and apologize <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Foxy One for miss<strong>in</strong>g our appo<strong>in</strong>tment. He asked me<br />
whe<strong>the</strong>r I had been a naughty gal and sent up <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Warden’s <strong>of</strong>fice <strong>to</strong> be discipl<strong>in</strong>ed.<br />
“Not exactly,” I typed <strong>in</strong> response, “but I was<br />
sent up <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> library for <strong>the</strong> cane.”<br />
“Well I always thought that you would benefit<br />
from a good spank<strong>in</strong>g,” he replied, “Perhaps I’ll put<br />
you over my knee when I meet you.”<br />
We bantered back and forth for a while along<br />
<strong>the</strong>se l<strong>in</strong>es but it occurred <strong>to</strong> me that he thought I<br />
was jok<strong>in</strong>g. After all, at that time <strong>the</strong> Snobs and<br />
Rotters Tribunal had not yet caused our bumbags <strong>to</strong><br />
be plastered all over <strong>the</strong> air-waves, and <strong>the</strong> truth<br />
beh<strong>in</strong>d <strong>the</strong> austere regime at <strong>the</strong> <strong>Woody</strong> <strong>Back</strong> <strong>to</strong><br />
<strong>School</strong> Unit rema<strong>in</strong>ed a closely guarded secret. I<br />
<strong>in</strong>sisted that I was not tell<strong>in</strong>g him porkies and was<br />
actually quite <strong>in</strong>dignant when he cont<strong>in</strong>ued <strong>to</strong> th<strong>in</strong>k<br />
that I was just josh<strong>in</strong>g. I logged <strong>of</strong>f <strong>in</strong> a snit.<br />
“You should show him some evidence while<br />
your stripes are still ripe and steamy,” Debs had<br />
joked.<br />
“Yeah, rock on, sister,” I snorted <strong>in</strong> response.
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I hurry back <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> study I share with Debs<br />
and logged <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> IM. Foxy is not around so I send him<br />
a brief and tantaliz<strong>in</strong>g account <strong>of</strong> my late night<br />
drubb<strong>in</strong>g from Claire Brooks and my early morn<strong>in</strong>g<br />
rump roast<strong>in</strong>g from Katie <strong>to</strong> give him someth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong><br />
th<strong>in</strong>k about until we hook up later this even<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
I study <strong>the</strong> picture <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lethal look<strong>in</strong>g cane<br />
that he has purchased <strong>in</strong> preparation for our planned<br />
vacation. It occurs <strong>to</strong> me that our relationship has<br />
come a long way s<strong>in</strong>ce I sent those first show and tell<br />
snap-shots sail<strong>in</strong>g through <strong>the</strong> e<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
I idle about <strong>the</strong> study burn<strong>in</strong>g a couple <strong>of</strong> fags.<br />
In thirty m<strong>in</strong>utes I am scheduled <strong>to</strong> repair <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
music room for <strong>the</strong> first lecture <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> afternoon. It is<br />
not an engagement that I must confess that I do not<br />
particularly relish.