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Whops and Clobber
The cane swished and thwacked again;
Deborah felt as if every nerve end in her body had
been sent into a hot prickly dance. The third slashed
downwards and the hapless Debs felt giddy with pain.
The collar of her blouse felt like it was choking her
and her eyes prickled with hot tears that she would
never let fall.
The Beak delivered stroke after stroke with
deadly force. By the seventh stroke Deborah’s
buttocks were evenly covered with hot stripes from
top to bottom. The eighth and ninth strokes began to
merge with the existing stripes but somehow Deborah
retained her position without moving and was
showing no indication of the trauma she was
suffering. Ms Lawton felt cheated; she was giving it
her best and was getting no reaction. She set her
mouth in a determined manner and took a tight grip
on the cane.
“Let’s see how you like this,” the Grand Dame
thought silently then raised the cane slightly higher
than usual and brought her arm down with
considerable force. The cane slashed across the
target with a terrible crack, as if a rifle shot had been
fired.