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

A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker
to have her bum scalded with the Red-shirt’s fiery
brush and resigned her commission.
Nonetheless she was still a be-yotch and on
the day in question she left me standing outside the
library with my hands on my head and my nose
pressed to the wall for almost an hour before she
deigned to turn up to cane me.
It was almost three hours before I finally got
the opportunity to go on-line and apologize to the
Foxy One for missing our appointment. He asked me
whether I had been a naughty gal and sent up to the
Warden’s office to be disciplined.
“Not exactly,” I typed in response, “but I was
sent up to the library for the cane.”
“Well I always thought that you would benefit
from a good spanking,” he replied, “Perhaps I’ll put
you over my knee when I meet you.”
We bantered back and forth for a while along
these lines but it occurred to me that he thought I
was joking. After all, at that time the Snobs and
Rotters Tribunal had not yet caused our bumbags to
be plastered all over the air-waves, and the truth
behind the austere regime at the Woody Back to
School Unit remained a closely guarded secret. I
insisted that I was not telling him porkies and was
actually quite indignant when he continued to think
that I was just joshing. I logged off in a snit.
“You should show him some evidence while
your stripes are still ripe and steamy,” Debs had
joked.
“Yeah, rock on, sister,” I snorted in response.