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

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I remember that Ginger had told me that she
got six on the silks from Melons last night.
“Weren’t you on duty?” I ask Melanie.
“I was,” she explained. “I’d just come off shift
and was about to turn in when Claire called me from
Gabriels. She had some stud-muffin on the hook and
needed someone to distract his buddy so I went over
for a cocktail or three. Somehow we misscommunicated
and neither of us phoned Ellen and the
next thing we knew we were due for a whopping. Put
a bit of a wet squib on the evening.”
“Put a wet squib on a lot of things,” sighed
Claire. “I’m supposed to ride point this afternoon and
the prospect of sitting my arse in a saddle is not very
attractive.”
I giggle. “You’ve got an arse like leather sis,” I
tease her, “how many times have I seen you go over
your Ma’s knee and then get right back in the saddle
and win a major event?”
Claire blushes slightly and mutters something
inaudible, but she can’t deny that I’m right. Watching
Claire being spanked was a common occurrence when
we riding on the circuit and her Ma didn’t believe in
little paddy whacking’s. When she put Claire over her
knee she meant business. It was fascinating stuff.
“Is Rosemary around?” asks Melons.
I nod. “She’s probably upstairs swapping
cyber-spit with the Foxy-one,” I tell them. “Mind if I
tag along and inspect the damage?”
I watch as Melanie spreads herself out across
Rosemary Booker’s lap. Rosie folds back the hem of
Melanie’s skirt and then, very carefully, rolls down her