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

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
good flogging mixed up with a little exhibitionism,
what more could a gal ask for? But as I have
emphasized earlier Nixdown does not like having my
bum whapped under such circumstances so I was
feeling extremely grumpy. My disposition was not
greatly helped by Mitch the Bitch standing there
sobbing and muttering pleas and generally distracting
me from getting into the zone. It was all most fucking
disagreeable.
Ms Lawton really did a number on me and by
the time I unfolded myself from over the vaulting
horse steam was coming off my whopping bags and I
was even grumpier than before.
Nonetheless I could not help grinning when
Janet was finally persuaded over the horse. Ms
Lawton had to threaten her with the ultimate indignity
of being held down by several members of the Elite
before she could get Janet into position and then the
fun started. The brouhaha was unbelievable. For a gal
who would later show such enormous elation at
setting off fire-crackers inside the inmate’s bumbags
she sure didn’t care much for being on the receiving
end.
I can’t resist poking my head around the door.
“Is everything okay?” I ask idly.
Derby snorts. “I can’t believe these two fools,
they can’t do anything without me peering over their
shoulder.”
Yvonne glowers at her hatefully. Janet
pretends to be busy dusting a counter-top.