Volume 1 Whops and Clobber R Humphries - The Woody Back to ...
Volume 1 Whops and Clobber R Humphries - The Woody Back to ...
Volume 1 Whops and Clobber R Humphries - The Woody Back to ...
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<strong>Whops</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Clobber</strong><br />
Deborah had no idea what was going on she<br />
just wanted the last two strokes <strong>to</strong> be over with. Her<br />
bot<strong>to</strong>m felt fried <strong>and</strong> frazzled, all her blood seemed <strong>to</strong><br />
have rushed <strong>to</strong> her head making her feel dizzy.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Gr<strong>and</strong> Dame flexed the ashplant with<br />
obvious displeasure. <strong>The</strong> light rod seemed like a mere<br />
twig compared <strong>to</strong> the regal senior cane that now lay<br />
cast aside, pathetically broken.<br />
"I'm sorry Mor<strong>to</strong>n,” she announced. “This<br />
ashplant is most unsuitable; I intend <strong>to</strong> give you two<br />
additional strokes <strong>to</strong> make up for its inadequacy."<br />
<strong>The</strong> inmates gasped audibly. Deborah, in her<br />
upside down position, could hardly believe her ears.<br />
She vainly tried <strong>to</strong> object but before she could get<br />
words of her mouth her arse was under fire once<br />
again. Deborah's head was spinning at an alarming<br />
rate as the twelfth stroke whistled through the air.<br />
She clenched her teeth as the nerve jangling<br />
implosion racked through her body. <strong>The</strong> thirteenth<br />
stroke followed swiftly with the same cobra's venom.<br />
Deborah gripped the legs of the horse in whiteknuckle<br />
desperation. By now she could hardly breathe<br />
through the bile filling her throat <strong>and</strong> nose <strong>and</strong> her<br />
bot<strong>to</strong>m throbbed <strong>and</strong> ached <strong>and</strong> burned.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Gr<strong>and</strong> Dame let the cane fall by her side<br />
for a moment. She studied the white target<br />
thoughtfully. Deborah had not flinched or moved, not<br />
a sound had uttered from her lips. Ms Law<strong>to</strong>n was<br />
sure that if she put her h<strong>and</strong>s close <strong>to</strong> the gal's<br />
backside she would be able <strong>to</strong> warm them as if she<br />
was in front of a well-s<strong>to</strong>ked coal fire. <strong>The</strong> Gr<strong>and</strong><br />
Dame lifted the cane for the final time.<br />
<strong>The</strong> gals in the assembly hall watched in mute<br />
horror as the Gr<strong>and</strong> Dame’s arm went up. Most of the