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

Whops and Clobber
her teeth as the cane sliced and diced her bumbags
with the monotonous rhythm of a metronome.
The position of bending over and touching
their toes was extremely unpopular with the inmates.
It put considerable strain on the backs of the calves
and thighs and was difficult to maintain with a whippy
stick rebounding off their bumbags. Of course, like
everything else at the Back to School facility, there
was a protocol to be followed. The protocol dictated
that the victim’s fingers must physically be touching
her toes throughout the beating. In the event that the
victim jerked the stroke could be called foul and
repeated.
Deborah was an extraordinarily athletic young
woman and physically fit. Under normal
circumstances, touching her toes for an extended
period of time would not have posed a problem.
Nonetheless, even Debs was experiencing difficulties
as the cane scorched across her tautened bumbags.
They were five strokes in and Patsy was
setting herself up for the closer. Debs ran her tongue
over her dry lips. The five stripes were throbbing
dreadfully. She felt the cane tapping downwards and
then an ominous whistle from behind her.
It took every iota of Deborah’s substantial willpower
to stay down and not to jerk as the whippy
stick sizzled diagonally across the existing stripes. She
stared down at the floor, her breath coming in long
pants as she felt Patsy turning her skirt back down
and then issue the release command. Very slowly
Deborah Morton straightened up, her face was pallid