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

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single article that gave me any indication that no
sooner had I entered through the heavy gates I
would find myself sprawled head down arse up across
the lap of a young woman barely two years older
than I was at the time.
Later that evening I would learn that I was not
alone in astonishment at being introduced to the
extraordinary concept of ‘Training Spankings’.
After spending a full day in the company of
Sophia, alternating my time between standing facing
the wall and poring over a tome that contained the
rules, regulations and protocols of my new home, I
was escorted to the Grubby Dorm.
This was a long Spartan room furnished with
twelve beds, lockers and side-tables. There was no
privacy, not even a curtain between each bed. This
would be where I slept for the next four years.
Each new intake is comprised of twelve
inmates. I recognized several from the newspapers
and of course we all recognized Debs who was one of
the most famous women in the world. We all
introduced ourselves nervously and of course the
conversations turned to the spankings we had all
received. There was an atmosphere of considerable
indignation and also some trepidation in the dorm.
I don’t know whether I was joking or just
trying to be comforting but I blurted out, “But it was
only whops.” They looked at me is if I had two heads
but that unplanned observation has followed me
around for years and created the myth that I am
impervious to pain.