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

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A Sensational Swishing
Deborah Morton’s backside was a highlycalibrated
whopometer and the opening stroke had
set alarm bells ringing. The cane had sliced perfectly
across the sweet spot of her upturned derriere and
had sent a wave of pain ratcheting through Deborah’s
central nervous system. As she struggled to cope with
the blur of pain it occurred to Deborah that if the
opener was anything to judge by she was in for an
unpleasantly hot and sweaty few minutes.
Patsy had settled into a rhythm. The success of
the first stroke had helped to settle her nerves. She
favored an eighteen-inch backswing, a smooth
approach and relied on the momentum from a last
moment flick of the risk to maximize the smart. Upon
each impact Deborah’s knee’s buckled slightly but she
resolutely kept her fingers glued to her toes.
Deborah was not having a good time of it. She
could take six with the best of them but this was a
sensational swishing by any standards. She gritted