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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A <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Day</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Nixdown</strong> <strong>Nixon</strong><br />
any <strong>in</strong>kl<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> my persuasion. I suspect that a trick<br />
cyclist might make someth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>ner<br />
mechanisms <strong>of</strong> my subconscious but I am not a great<br />
one for shr<strong>in</strong>ks. I spent a large part <strong>of</strong> my youth <strong>in</strong><br />
various doc<strong>to</strong>r’s wait<strong>in</strong>g rooms when <strong>the</strong> authorities<br />
were try<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> unveil some dark secret beh<strong>in</strong>d my<br />
compulsion with sh<strong>in</strong>-hack<strong>in</strong>g. I bamboozled <strong>the</strong>m<br />
with a shed-full <strong>of</strong> porkies. As far as I was concerned<br />
my compulsion was a perfectly natural reaction <strong>to</strong><br />
hav<strong>in</strong>g my bot<strong>to</strong>m whipped by some snotty be-yotch<br />
with a cane <strong>in</strong> her hand.<br />
I s<strong>to</strong>od up and fetched <strong>the</strong> bottle and<br />
refreshed <strong>the</strong> glasses. Pen swished <strong>the</strong> crop through<br />
<strong>the</strong> air playfully. It made a threaten<strong>in</strong>g whistle. She<br />
smiled at me and w<strong>in</strong>ked.<br />
Penny Ann has grown <strong>to</strong> be at ease with <strong>the</strong><br />
dynamic <strong>of</strong> our relationship. It <strong>to</strong>ok her a little time <strong>to</strong><br />
f<strong>in</strong>d her comfort zone but <strong>the</strong>se days she is quite<br />
happy gett<strong>in</strong>g her kicks on Nix-Sixty-Six.<br />
When we first started <strong>to</strong> play <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r I’m sure<br />
that I confused Pen. She was <strong>the</strong> Red-shirt <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
facility and on two occasions she had been required<br />
<strong>to</strong> dangle me <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> discipl<strong>in</strong>ary <strong>the</strong>ater. By be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
dangled I am referr<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g put across her knee,<br />
upstairs <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> library, and be<strong>in</strong>g spanked on my bare<br />
bum with <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> a long-handled, oval-headed,<br />
wood-backed hairbrush. As I have said earlier I do<br />
not take this type <strong>of</strong> punishment well and accord<strong>in</strong>g<br />
<strong>to</strong> Penelope Ann I was ra<strong>the</strong>r grumpy dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong>se<br />
<strong>in</strong>cidents. As a result she was understandably<br />
bewildered when I <strong>in</strong>vited her <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> stables and