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and her mouth set in a tight line. Slowly she wriggled
across to the side table to retrieve her blazer.
Neither gal spoke during the post-processing.
Deborah watched as Patsy fastened her collar and
rolled down her sleeves before shrugging on her block
red blazer and fastening the five buttons. Debs
handed the Captain of the Red House her punishment
record book and watched the punishment being
added to the new year’s tally.
“I’m sorry, Debs,” said Patsy, “but I’m going to
have to ask you to step up to my study. I’m afraid I
wasn’t kidding when I said that the Wart wants to
inspect your stripes.”
Deborah grimaced and followed Patsy towards
the door.
The Wart was in rare form. She forced
Deborah to bend over the back of the sofa in Patsy’s
study and took her own sweet time inspecting the
House Captain’s handiwork. Deborah felt her face
turning red as Ms Wharton chuckled and chortled
over the vivid red stripes that were visibly pulsating.
After she had finished her inspection the Wart cruelly
landed two full-blooded spanks across Deborah’s
twitching buttocks.
“I trust you won’t be costing the House any
more penalties any time soon,” snarled the Wart.
“Now straighten up your clothing and get out of my
sight. I’m warning you Morton, I’ll have my eye on
you.”
Gloomily Debs reached down and pulled up her
bumbags. She smoothed down her skirt and hobbled
off in pursuit of Rosemary and her mystical balms.