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gals congregated had experienced a taste of a
prefect’s ashplant during their stay at Woodys. As
such they were well able to confirm that, despite the
Grand Dame’s reservations, the ashplant, in
accomplished hands was more than adequate to stir
up the proverbial hornet's nest inside a pair of
tautened bumbags
When the ashplant came down with a terrific
swipe not a single gal in the hall would have swapped
places in Deborah’s gym shorts. The stick lashed
diagonally across Deborah's bottom, cruelly crossing
each of the previous tramlines, the impact echoing
around the hall.
Deborah nearly screamed. She wanted to howl,
to yell, to open the floodgates and let all the tears
burn down her cheeks. Instead she held her breath
and prayed that the wave of agony would pass
quickly. She ran the sleeve of her blouse over her
eyes and nose. She hung upside down and tried to
start to breathe normally. She took her time before
she pushed herself up. As she tried to stand up her
knees wobbled and Ms Lawton put her hand on her
shoulder to steady her. Deborah Morton roughly
shrugged the Grand Dame’s assistance away and
leant against the vaulting horse. She took a deep
breath before she turned and faced the audience.
The hall was silent. Every gal was watching
Deborah in disbelieving silence. Despite her chalk
white face and the thin set of her lips, she remained
defiant. She brushed some hair from her face, tucked
her tie back in her gym shorts and calmly stared out
at the assembled inmates.