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

Whops and Clobber
the labyrinth of hallways and stairwells she wracked
her brains as to what she could possibly have done
that would merit a beating.
She had started the day with her normal
routine of waking at dawn and meeting up with Ms
Lummell for a three mile run. They had then taken to
the tennis court and worked on her serve for an hour.
When they were finished she had changed and
attended assembly, which had proved mercifully
uneventful. Afterwards she had returned to her study
to work on a paper on Thomas a Becket and the
Constitutions of Clarenden. Debs was an avid
historian and became engrossed in her research; save
for a short break in the cafeteria she hadn’t left her
study.
Debs approached the heavy wooden door at
the end of the corridor. Once she reached the
entrance to the library she turned to face the wall,
leaning slightly forward so that the tip of her nose
physically touched the wood panels and then raised
her arms and inter-linked her fingers on the top of
her head.
Deborah knew the form; it would be a
minimum of fifteen minutes before the House Captain
would arrive, leaving her an appropriate interval to
ruminate over the imminent future of her bumbags.
Although the seventy-two hours that had elapsed
since her double bare bender from Ms Lawton was
adequate time for a whop-hardened veteran like Debs
to make a full recovery she was less than enthused by
the prospect of embarking on another licking in quite
such short proximity.