A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...

A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker
our time to make a thorough check of our clobber
and make routine repairs.
I suspect that whilst an appeal might garner
some sympathy it would ultimately fall on stony
ground. The consequence of a lost appeal is that
Katie will be authorized to give me a double dose of
the slipper. It is not an option that I choose to
pursue.
I will just have to put it up, keep it up, suck it
up and then move on.
“Hands on your head,” Katie barks as she
comes around the desk.
I know the form. I raise my arms and inter-link
my fingers on the top of my head.
Katie approaches me. In her high-heels she is
significantly taller than me. She steps in close and
stares down at me. She is so close that I can smell
her perfume and body-soap.
She reaches out and begins the laborious
process of clobber inspection. Even though Deborah
was kind enough to perform a complete check while I
was showering this is still a nerve-wracking
experience. I am scheduled to get twelve spanks with
the slipper for the initial clobber abuse and in the
event she finds further flaws I will get an additional
three spanks for each offending item. My bottom is
extremely sore from last nights caning and the
prospect of being slippered is already galling enough,
I close my eyes and pray to the many gods that she
does not find any reason to extend my misery.
Clobber inspection is a laborious process. Once
she has finished with my blazer I am required to take