Volume 1 Whops and Clobber R Humphries - The Woody Back to ...

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“Tough duty,” agreed Jojo. “Still it could have
been worse, she could have been sent up before a
parole board.”
“Thank heavens for small mercies,” sighed
Rosemary.
Debs Morton was not thanking anyone for
small mercies. Ms Lawton had Deborah pinned down
over her knee, with her white cotton whopping bags
rolled down and concertinaed around her ankles. Ms
Lawton was giving Debs a damn good spanking. Debs
had reluctantly allowed herself to be lowered
downwards and stretched out into the mandatory full
drape so that she was fully supported by Ms Lawton
with only the tips of her fingers and her toes touching
the carpet.
However much she hated being hand spanked
like a grubby Deborah was forced to grudgingly admit
that the warm-up actually helped her to get into the
zone. Being caned in front of the whole unit was
always a daunting experience but as a fully paid up
mega-minx Deborah was duty bound to take her
flogging without making a muff of herself.
Ms Lawton pulled Deborah in tight and Debs
settled in for a few very hot and very sweaty minutes.
Debs pulled up the zip and fastened the button
on the side of her shorts. The material chaffed
against the swollen flesh. She wriggled involuntarily.
Over the intercom she heard Katie summonsing the
inmates to the assembly hall. She felt a shiver up her
spine.