A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
school went through entire careers getting the cane
only once or twice, so clearly I was not popular with
the be-yotch Goddesses.
Not that my time was entirely wasted. I wiled
away my time by honing my art of seduction and
subsidized my allowance giving lessons in Frenchkissing
and the fine art of cunnilingus.
Eventually I was booted out and started a
rather peripatetic education. Most schools were loathe
to enroll somebody who had an expulsion on their
records. I was generally taken on for a probationary
period and was rarely invited to extend my stay.
I picked up a few more canings along the way
and my shin-kicking responses generally sped up my
early evictions.
My final educational hoorah was rather
spectacular. I had been enrolled at yet another prissy
institute and had immediately busied myself with
seducing several members of the Upper Sixth form.
Unfortunately I fell foul of the Headgirl.
She was hankering for a little Nicola Jane
action but I refused her overtures. After all she had
recently bent me over for six of the best and I had
standards, bedding down with her would have been
tantamount to sleeping with the enemy.
She took out her spite by reporting my
activities to the Grand Dame and one morning I was
summoned onto the stage in morning assembly and
publicly denounced as a degenerate. I was caned in
front of the whole school.
I felt I had little choice but to retaliate and for
once I didn’t consider shin-hacking to be the
appropriate response to being publicly caned so I