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

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
“Not so good actually,” she says in her soft lilt.
“It didn’t help that I got six on the silks last night and
was suffering from a severe case of the residuals.”
“Oh my gawd,” I sigh. “I had no idea.”
“You weren’t to know, it hasn’t been postprocessed
yet. As a matter of fact I’m on my way to
see Melons so that we can complete the paperwork,”
she tells me.
I give her a hug and leave her to wriggle off
and go about her business. I feel even more like a
heel than before.
Being caned by the Grand Master is always
tough duty and made many times worse if you have
the misfortune of wearing the residual effects from a
late night beating from Melons across your bum.
Melanie is a class act and a highly respected powerbeater.
A couple of years ago, during her first term as
Dorm Raider, she bent me and Jojo over our beds
and gave us a thrashing. It was quite awesome. It
might have been quite delicious under different
circumstances but at the time it was most
disagreeable. Poor Ginger.
Most of the gals are heading in the direction of
the cafeteria where for the next few hours Cassie
Cassy and her team will be serving a buffet brunch.
There is little happening in the quad or rec areas so I
decide to go back into the house.