A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit
A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit
A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit
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11<br />
I did not take this news well but <strong>the</strong>y gave me<br />
a choice. I could ei<strong>the</strong>r bend over <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>a<br />
under my own steam or <strong>the</strong>y would physically hold<br />
me down. Needless <strong>to</strong> say I bent over.<br />
I was so angry that <strong>the</strong> can<strong>in</strong>g itself did not<br />
seem <strong>to</strong> hurt much. Once Ponsonby-Jones was<br />
f<strong>in</strong>ished and I was allowed <strong>to</strong> return <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> upright I<br />
felt I had no option. I hacked her <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> sh<strong>in</strong>s!<br />
This resulted <strong>in</strong> a second can<strong>in</strong>g, which I must<br />
admit did hurt ra<strong>the</strong>r considerably, although I never<br />
let <strong>the</strong>m see that.<br />
This ridiculous <strong>in</strong>cident cultivated my serious<br />
dislike for be<strong>in</strong>g formally punished which cont<strong>in</strong>ues <strong>to</strong><br />
this day. I felt that it was ridiculous that <strong>the</strong>se beyotch’s<br />
had <strong>the</strong> power <strong>to</strong> bend me over and beat my<br />
arse with a whippy rattan cane.<br />
My stay at <strong>the</strong> school was an unhappy one, I<br />
was at constant war with <strong>the</strong> Goddesses and gobbed<br />
<strong>the</strong>m at every opportunity. <strong>The</strong>y, <strong>of</strong> course, thrashed<br />
me whenever <strong>the</strong>y had a chance. I always felt <strong>the</strong><br />
need <strong>to</strong> retaliate with sh<strong>in</strong>-hack<strong>in</strong>g which always<br />
guaranteed me a few more strokes.<br />
I actually rema<strong>in</strong>ed enrolled at <strong>the</strong> school for<br />
almost three years. I th<strong>in</strong>k that my fa<strong>the</strong>r’s generous<br />
gifts <strong>of</strong> new libraries and extensions <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> facilities<br />
had more <strong>to</strong> do with that than <strong>the</strong>ir desire <strong>to</strong> reta<strong>in</strong><br />
me as a pupil. After all my fa<strong>the</strong>r probably had more<br />
loot than <strong>the</strong> comb<strong>in</strong>ed chaps <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> aris<strong>to</strong>cratic<br />
bumpk<strong>in</strong>s put <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
I was thrashed fifteen times dur<strong>in</strong>g my stay.<br />
That may not seem a lot when compared <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
records <strong>of</strong> my dear chums Debs, Claire and <strong>the</strong><br />
Bounder but <strong>to</strong> put it <strong>in</strong> perspective most girls at <strong>the</strong>