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

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
There is nobody about as I cut across the
quadrangle and go into the main house. I head over
to the cafeteria in search of java.
I find Debs Morton standing by the machine
waiting for it to heat up. She is dressed in training
sweats and is on her way for her morning run with
Jane Lummell, who is her tennis coach. We often
meet at this time of the morning, me on the way
home from my trysts with Pen and Debs off on her
way to start her busy day.
She grins at me, “So how was it?” She asks
cheerily.
“Absolutely divine,” I tell her and I’m not lying.
My bum is still tingling deliciously.
We started last evening’s activities with me
stretched out across Penny Ann’s lap for a straightforward,
good old fashioned spanking.
When I arrived at the stable Penny Ann was
already waiting. She had lit a number of unscented
candles and I could see an ice bucket with a bottle of
Veuve Clicquot that we would enjoy in the fullness of
time.
Penny Ann is a statuesque gal, standing fivefeet
nine inches in her stockinged feet, which is
somewhat taller than little old me.
She was dressed in a black five button riding
jacket over a white linen shirt that I bought her the
other day and a black silk tie. Her strong legs were
shoe-horned into form-fitting charcoal grey jodhpurs
that were tucked into knee-high black riding boots.
She was holding a braided riding crop between her
gloved hands.