Volume 9 – The Great Spank-Off - The Woody Back to School Unit

Volume 9The Great Spank-OffR HumphriesWoodettes Publications

Published 2010byWoodettes PublicationsHouston, Texas, USA© Woodettes Publications 2010R Humphries has asserted his right to be identified asthe author of this work with all rights reservedincluding the right of reproduction in whole or in partin any form.The Library of Congress has catalogued this edition asfollows Humphries, R [date]The Great Spank-Off : a novel byR Humphries[Application Pending]1st Ed.ISBN – [Application Pending]www.woodettes.wordpress.com

Author’s NoteThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters,places and incidents are either the product of theauthor's imagination or are used fictitiously. Anyresemblance to actual events or locales or persons,living or dead, is entirely coincidental.The stories based at the Woody Back to SchoolUnit are works of adult fiction based upon the real-lifefantasy games played by the author, R. Humphriesand his wife, the inimitable Jojo.It is the author’s intent to create the WoodyBack to School Unit as an imaginative world peopledwith a believable cast and set in familiar surroundingswithin which the readers will become comfortable.The vernacular used in the stories is acombination of the phraseology derived from writingsuch as the British penny comics from the nineteenthirties, current language, slang and idioms, and theinvented parlance known as Woody Jargon.As such references to ‘beating’, ‘thrashing’, and‘flogging’ have no context to the use or avocation ofphysical violence, with the exception of controlledcorporal punishment, against the characters of thestories.

DedicatedtoMy Beloved Jojo

ContentsThe Bounder Rubs Her Bumbags ........... 1The Minxster and the AliKat ................. 5Too Rich for Me .................................. 9Debs and Melons ............................... 13A Crisis for Debs ............................... 17Six from Hell .................................... 21Nixdown and the Bounder .................. 25Cassie Cassy and Ginger .................... 29Tough Cookies .................................. 33Cat and Mandy .................................. 37Mandy Goes the Distance ................... 41Brooks and Booker ............................ 45Only Whops, My Arse ......................... 49Battle of the Red-Shirts ..................... 53Pen’s Training Pays Off ..................... 57I’m Gonna Rub .................................. 61Loose Tie, Cool Arse Day .................... 65Self-Indulgence ................................ 69Debs in the Dog-House ...................... 73Leather Saturday .............................. 77A Hot Start ....................................... 81Minxster Misery ................................ 85An Acrimonious Rivalry ..................... 89Nixdown Plays Mind Games ................ 93Not So Funny Now Nix ....................... 97Crisis Time ..................................... 101The Tails of Two Sisters ................... 105“Good Luck Sis!” ............................. 109“Oh You Little Shit” ......................... 113Vix to the Rescue ............................ 117An Aristocratic Performance ............ 121

The Great Spank-OffHeyworth’s victory over Rachel had been a stronglyfavored bet amongst the Woody punters; nonethelessthe Deputy Red-shirt’s formidable courage andfortitude had brought the spectators to the edges oftheir seats.Jojo had won the bout by twenty-one strokesto nineteen. The number of strokes had surprisedmany of the punters. The common consensus wasthat both contestants would easily make twelvestrokes and probably fifteen. The extended bendershad surprised even the shrewdest of betters andBernadette Summers was rubbing her bumbags withglee with the quantity of quids she had made on thefirst bout.The Bounder summonsed the Gardiner Twinsand sent them out on the floor to start taking spreadbets on the next bout that would feature Lisa Suttonand Ali Stone. She summonsed Heidi Alexander andLeslie Ash and instructed them to go and collect acase of cheap champagne from her secret cellar andto copiously lubricate the throats of the punters gratisof Bernadette Summers Enterprises. The Bounderloved it when a plan came together.The two new contestants waited patientlywhile Mr Humphries conducted the formalities. Theaudience clapped and whistled in excited anticipation.Despite her initial reticence at subjecting herbumbags to competitive whops Lisa Sutton wasfeeling quietly confident. Her run-in to the contesthad been frenetic with her bumbags being besiegedby a wide array of canes and straps and slippers. Herbum was feeling appropriately whop-hardened to gothe distance.

3Nonetheless, Lisa knew better than to underestimateher opponent, Miss Ali Stone. Ali had oncebeen a semi-famous actress; several insider punditshad predicted she would be the next big thing. Shehad been working on an independent movie whichhad gone pear-shaped due to an inept director. Themovie had been funded by an arm of the powerfulForsham-Smythe Corporation. In order to divertattention for his incompetence the director hadblamed Ali, calling her fickle, feckless andunprofessional. Within the next few months Ali foundherself arrested on three minor Ladetting charges.She arrived before a hearing of the System andwas flabbergasted to discover the charge had beenupgraded to Extreme Ladetting. Before she wasallowed to enter a defense the System insisted thather school record should be read into evidence.Ali’s record had been less than stellar. Almosttwenty canings and two expulsions were some of thehighlights of her less than illustrious school career.The System made a big issue out of an incidentwhere she had perhaps unwittingly tampered withsome combustible chemicals in the laboratory causingone of her teachers to have her eyebrows singed off.The chairperson of the hearing had heard enough andbanged a gavel down on the desk. Ali was sentencedto the Big House without further ado.At the Woody Back to School unit she hadfound herself allocated the seat and bed next toBernadette Summers. Although the Bounder hadproved a cagey cove they had become chums of sortsand dedicated every waking hour to creating themaximum mischief and mayhem possible. They foundthe spankings they received during their Brat year to

The Great Spank-Offbe laughable and predictably became members of theexclusive ‘Beaten Brats’ club when they were canedby Ms Lawton.Ali steadily climbed the Big BUTT Hall ofShame and during the long hot sweaty days andnights of Operation Scorched Arse the AliKat, as shewas affectionately known, had repeatedly confirmedthe validity of her status to rank on the Dirty Dozen.In the weeks prior to the Spank-off she had trainedtirelessly.The safe money was on the Minxster to win,but the smart money was now being invested in thespread. Rachel Cox’s brave performance in the earlierheat had set a substantial precedent and significantquids had been bet that the AliKat would be keen tomake an equally profound impression.

2The Minxster and the AliKatThe second bout of the Great Spank-offcommenced with Lisa Sutton spread out across herchum’s lap, skirt back and bumbags asunder. AliStone was clearly determined to make her presencefelt and tenaciously spanked the Minxster up one sideof her bottom and down the other. The Minxster hadworn her long curly auburn hair in pigtails and theyswept about the floor as she shook her head fromside to side as her upturned bottom grew hotter andhotter by the spank.Since her expulsion from the Radcliffe Back toSchool unit and her transfer to the Big House Lisa hadgained a reputation as a kind and caring soul.Nonetheless, she felt duty bound to reciprocate Ali’stenacious onslaught to her behind in kind.The crowd watched gleefully, sensing thatanother battle royal was about to ensue.Next Lisa approached the straight-backed chairand bent over. The Grand Master rearranged her

The Great Spank-Offapparel to expose a cherry red bum ripe for thelicking. He swished his cane through the air, slicing itacross Lisa’s behind at the apex of the curve. Heswished her with methodical efficiency, spreading thestripes out in neat tramlines and topping them offwith an expert diagonal slice that caused her to riseup on the balls of her feet and let out a long andprofound whistle.Ali bent over the chair. She had tied her waistlengthblonde hair up into a pony tail and carefullyslung it across her shoulder. She reached down andgripped the lowest wrung of the chair, bracing herselffor the familiar sting of the cane.She was quietly confident, content in her roleas an underdog. She may not have been ruthlesslytargeted like her unfortunate opponent but she hadbeen being caned steadily for well over a decade. Thecane had never really bothered her, it was unpleasantof course at the time, but after a few inconvenienthours of wriggling and squirming she generallyrecovered quickly and went about her business.The Grand Master caned Ali with the sameleisurely rhythm and precision. She maintainedposition throughout, although she visibly squirmed asMr Humphries delivered the perfect finish to the fivebargate.Ali rose from the chair, swinging herspectacular ponytail and giving the audience a smallself-amused smile. No matter what the outcome shefelt confident she could give the Minxster a run forher money.

7The second rounds of spankings weredelivered with considerable enthusiasm. Bothcontestants were determined to tenderize theiropponent’s rump to the greatest extent of theirabilities. The audience was treated to an exhibition ofdamn good spanking.Once the preliminaries were over both gals hadruddy cheeks at both ends. It was up to the Minxsterto make the first call.“Six,” she said brashly, “I’ll take six.”The AliKat’s brow creased into a frown. Shehad expected the Minxster to follow the patternestablished in the previous heat, of taking the whopsin smaller doses. Taking a second six without much ofa breather was going to be tough duty. Nonetheless,she pursed her lips and nodded her assent.The Minxster approached the chair and bentover.The Minxster and the AliKat took their whopswith aplomb. Neither gal showed any outward signsof the inner anguish they were feeling. The GrandMaster turned to Ali and requested her bid. Theattention of the Great Hall was focused on the AliKat.Ali Stone ran her fingers back through her hair,and then idly straightened her waist sash while shecontemplated her bid. She knew that she wasn’t doneyet, but like Rachel, Ali had previously maxed out at adozen so whatever she called would lead her intounknown territory. She looked across at Lisa, whoseemed as cool as a cucumber.“I’ll take six,” the AliKat said finally.Lisa nodded.

The Great Spank-OffThe AliKat bent over the chair. Behind her theGrand Master was folding back her skirt. Ali Stonesettled in and tried to prepare herself.The first stroke sliced downwards, she grittedher teeth and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. The hotburn accentuated the pain in her already sore andswollen arse. She breathed deeply, shaking her head.The pain was intense but not unbearable. Aliresolutely remained bent over the chair. There was noway in hell that she was going to give up just yet.Lisa watched intently. The Grand Master wascaning Ali quite quickly, but leaving a momentbetween each stroke for her to push herself up or tocall halt. She had hoped that Ali would take two oreven three more at the most but she was sadlydisappointed. The AliKat stayed down and took thefull set.Lisa sighed and bent over the chair. She knewthat she had no choice but to take the full six in orderto stay in the game. She flinched as the cane lickedacross her flaming orbs. She gritted her teeth andhung on to the crossbar of the chair with a whiteknucklegrip.

3Too Rich for MeUnlike Ali, Lisa’s relationship with the cane hadnot really begun until she was sentenced to the BigHouse. At school she had been quiet and scholarly.During her last year her academic work had won herthe honor of being announced as Headgirl, a role sheperformed with care and compassion. A brilliantscientist she was accepted at Camford to study astralphysicswhere her work garnered considerableattention from the international academic communityand several professors predicted she had the potentialto become a future Nobel Prize winner.University life suited Lisa. Her father was anindependently wealthy international playboy; hermother was certifiably barking and spent her timegrowing roses on the family’s vast estate. They leftLisa to her own devices and sent her a healthyallowance.Lisa discovered a liking for fine wining anddining; particularly the wining. Her tutors warned herthat the Dark Agents of the System were nosingabout the campus watching for signs of Ladette

The Great Spank-Offbehavior. Lisa was charged twice and warned that athird charge would result in a trip to the Big House.Her lawyers brokered a deal for her to spend twoyears at the Radcliffe Back to School unit. TheRadcliffe unit offered a reasonably robust academiccurriculum and Lisa would be free to continue writingher thesis.For eighteen months she was an exemplaryinmate and fully expected to be discharged andreturned to Camford. However, inexplicably, duringher last term at the unit she found herself singled outfrom the other inmates in a most alarming manner.She was accused of writing other inmatespapers for money. When she protested her innocencethe Grand Dame of the unit took the unprecedentedaction of procuring a cane. She took Lisa to thelibrary and gave her three strokes across the palm ofher left hand.When she filed a complaint Lisa was hauledbefore a closed session of the System and officiallycharged with bringing the unit into disrepute byselling academic work for monetary gain. She wasformally expelled from Radcliffe and transferred tothe Big House without the possibility of parole.Her relationship with the cane began as earlyas her second day at the facility. Lisa was slowpreparing for bed and had not yet fully understoodthe regimented environment she had entered. Shefailed locker inspection and was instructed to bendover her bed by the Dorm Raider. Later she wouldmake her famous observation that “three strokesacross the palm of the hand does not prepare a galfor six hot ones across the seat of thin pajamas”.

11Since then Lisa had struck up a closerelationship with the cane and the other instrumentsof punishment employed by the facility Brass. Shehad been befriended by Ali Stone and later by theBounder herself; neither were relationships thatboded well for the future of her bumbags. She hadalso inadvertently attracted the ire of Ms Lawton andbeen targeted as a hostile and for a period she wasdenounced as the units Public Enemy Number One.As a result of these circumstances Lisa Suttonhad considerable experience of extended benders.She hunkered down and prepared to go the distance.The Grand Master was giving her the samequick caning, leaving her the opportunity to bail outbut bringing the cane down fast. Flicking his wrist anddrubbing her behind; rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat. TheMinxster hardly had time to blink as the cane bouncedof her bottom. Although the Grand Master wasn’tputting enormous power into the caning, the speedwith which the strokes landed made Lisa feel like shehad been attacked by a swarm of angry bees. Shelooked nonplussed when she slowly rose to her feetand for several moments she unashamedly hoppedfrom foot to foot in a desperate attempt to alleviatethe terrible smarting.The heat was tied and it was Lisa’s turn tomake a bid. Both gals were pale faced. The Minxster’smind was racing. If she called another six and Aliaccepted, she would be forced to endure the full set.She tried to gauge Ali’s willingness to continue.Although the Minxster was certain that she could getthrough another six she had no desire to endure a

The Great Spank-Offsingle unnecessary whop that she could avoid. Ali wasclearly shaken by the last fast caning; nonethelessLisa knew that her chum was a stubborn gal and thatshe would take every single whop that she couldendure.Lisa Sutton took a deep breath and bid six. Aliconsidered the bid; if she accepted then the Minxsterwould be obliged to take the full quota. If theMinxster had bid three she knew she could take atleast a couple more, but six was too many. Besideseighteen strokes and two good spankings was hardlyanything to be ashamed of so the AliKat shook herhead.“Too rich for me,” she said.Lisa Sutton grinned and crossed to the chair.The Grand Master gave her a single hot stripe anddeclared her the victor by nineteen strokes toeighteen.

4Debs and MelonsDeborah Morton was bent over the chairwaiting for six. She was sweating profusely, her eyesstung from unwept tears and she had a queasyfeeling in the pit of her tummy that made her feelquite bilious. Before she had bent over she had askedthe Grand Master permission to loosen her collar andtie so that she could at least breathe a little easier.Her backside was already a mass of scarlet weepingstripes.Deborah had been gloating all week about herelevation to number three seed, although she secretlythought that she should be joint number one withJojo. However, hanging over the back of the chair,Deborah Morton knew she was in danger of going outin the first round. She had always known that MelanieWhite would be a tough competitor but she had neverimagined anything like this.The preliminaries had been sensational.Melanie White was an extremely practiced spanker.

The Great Spank-OffDuring her year in the Elite she had been allocatedthe task of acting as Virginia Gardiner’s personaldraper. Ginny was a sullen broody gal who was notmuch taken with her position as a grubby and wasextremely lax in carrying out her duties. Although shewas a kindly gal Melons was obliged to drape Virginiaon a regular basis and became highly proficient atmaking the Little Brat sit up and take notice.What Deborah lacked in experience she madeup for in raw power. Her muscular right serving armand strong wrist caused every spank to echo aroundthe hall as her palm rebounded from Melanie’s nakedflesh.The shrewd pundits on the hall-floor werecalling it a close fought draw.It fell to Debs to make the first bid and theaudience gasped when she opened with a straightdozen.“She’s stark raving bonkers,” was one opinion.“Flash cow,” sneered a few others.“She knows what she’s doing,” others opinedsagely.When Melanie curtly accepted the challenge,Deborah Morton calmly bent over the back of thechair. Her bid had not been as outrageous as itseemed. She had watched the first two bouts closely.Raitch and the AliKat had both taken a full eighteenstrokes before conceding. Debs was in no doubt thatMelanie would go that far as a minimum.After five years of being beaten at theQueensgate Academy and a further six years beingthrashed at the Woody Back to School unit Deborah

15Morton had analyzed every aspect of the anatomy ofa caning.Aside from the obvious unpleasantness of thephysical pain involved in having her backside dicedand sliced with a thirty-six inch length of rattan therewere other unpleasant aspects to the experience.Deborah couldn’t count the amount of hours inher life that she had been enforced to endure thenerve-wracking, gut-wrenching experience of justwaiting to be caned. Hours in the Posh HQ at school,more hours at the unit standing facing walls with herhands on her head with nothing else to do than thinkabout the future of her poor beleaguered bum.No matter how often she was beaten Deborahshe could never quite overcome the sinking feelingshe experienced when she approached whateverpiece of furniture she was required to bend across. Itwas no longer humiliating to be forced to proffer herbackside upwards for the sole purpose of having itthrashed but it was certainly disconcerting.By bidding large Debs had at least taken someof the unpleasantness out of the equation andbesides she came from the ‘let’s get it over with’school of thinking.Melanie White watched the caning proceedwith an air of indifference on her pretty face. Debsbid had mildly surprised her but she had quicklycaught on to her opponent’s strategy and actuallyconsidered it quite wise. Deborah knew that the firsttwelve strokes were no more than a formality andthat the match would not really begin until the secondround of bidding. She bit her lip and considered herown strategy.

The Great Spank-OffPredictably Debs and Melanie took theirthrashings in stoic silence. With eighteen strokes anda pair of damn good spankings inside their bumbagsthe two gals prepared themselves for the next phase.“I’ll take another dozen,” said Melanie Whitecalmly.Deborah was taken by surprise, she gaped ather opponent.“Shit,” she muttered, but nonetheless shenodded. “Count me in,” she breathed.

5A Crisis for DebsMelanie White was an attractive gal. She hadshoulder-length chestnut hair, a cutely upturned noseliberally sprinkled with freckles and an open-friendlysmile. She was not tall, standing four feet eleven anda half inches in stockinged feet, she had a small pertbehind that flared up to a narrow waist; but mostnoticeably she possessed an extraordinary pair ofmammary glands. Predictably her gargantuangazonkas had earned her the nickname of Melons.She hailed from well-heeled chaps. Her fatherwas a celebrated heart surgeon who traveledextensively to consult on complex procedures and hermother was a leading acolyte on the charity circuit. Aswas the fashion amongst such families Melanie wasenrolled at an exclusive boarding school, DartingtonManor, where she would first become acquainted withCathryn Cassidy.Although in many ways the two girls werepolar opposites they soon became fast friends. Melonswas brash and extrovert, Cat laid-back and alreadyconsidered the epitome of cool. They were both

The Great Spank-Offacademically gifted and most evening they finishedtheir assignments quickly and efficiently beforeshimmying down the drainpipes and hitch-hiking upto the Smoke to explore the bars and night-clubs ofthe West End. Melanie’s magnificent mammary’sguaranteed them entrance to the most exclusive clubsdespite being under-age.Their sentences coincided with Patty Hodgeserving as Mistress of Discipline at the school. Melonsand Cat were caned by Patty on dozens of occasions,often for falling asleep in class after late night foraysaround the clubs, smoking, and on several occasionsfor slipping into town to visit the local pubs at lunchtimefor a much needed hair of the dog.Despite her night-crawls Melanie effortlesslypassed the exams required to gain her entrance toCamford where she would study medicine. Shecontinued to meet up with Cat and dance the nightaway at the burgeoning Ladette party scene. Towardsthe end of her first year at college she was arrestedand charged with a minor Ladetting offense. She wasplaced under a college curfew for a year.When Cat was arrested and sentenced toseven years at the Woody Back to School Unit Melonsjoined Cathryn’s parents in the ‘Free Cat’ campaign.Her advisors counseled her to remain stashed awayon campus where the Dark Agents had little influence.For the most part she complied but when CarolineCassidy hosted a massive ‘Free Cat’ rally Melonscouldn’t resist the temptation of joining in the revelry.Photographs of her dancing on a nightclubtable at a party to celebrate the success of the rallymade front pages of the national press. She wasrousted from her bed and brought before a special

19hearing of the System. The Dark Agents were able todemonstrate that she was a serial curfew breaker andshe was dispatched to the Big House forthwith.Making an example of a prominent surgeon’sdaughter was exactly the kind of PR coup that theSystem thrived on.At the Woody Back to School unit Melons wasreunited Cathryn Cassidy. Despite her lowly status asa Little Brat it was evident that Cat had no intentionof complying with the draconian rules, regulationsand protocols imposed at the facility. In the eveningsafter they had completed grubbing duties Cat wouldwork tirelessly on drafts of her subversive Manifestoof Mega-minxdom and Melons would work as hereditor and chief advisor.For the next seven years Melanie White wouldremain as one of the stalwarts of the movement andrefused to be bowed by the more tyrannical elementsof the Brass or the Elite. Predictably Melanie Whitehad been whopped into the highest echelons of theBig BUTT Hall of Shame.Melanie licked her dry lips as she approachedthe chair. She knew that calling another dozen was abold call. The first eighteen strokes had beenextremely painful, nonetheless she considered herselfsufficiently in the zone to tolerate a few more strokes.She was determined to push herself to the limit of herendurance.Deborah Morton watched the caningproceeding with a pounding heart. When Melons hadcalled the dozen Debs had figured that the Old Gal’s

The Great Spank-Offstrategy was to take as many as she could beforethrowing the towel in. Mentally Debs had resignedherself that she would be required to take anotherfour or five strokes to win the bout. When theypassed the six mark Debs was becoming increasinglyanxious. At nine she was gaping incredulously.Melanie jumped up at each of the last three strokesbut miraculously each time she managed to keepfrom rubbing and gamely repositioned herself acrossthe back of the chair.Debs Morton was faced with the terribleprospect of having to take the full dozen just toremain in the competition. Unenthusiastically Deborahfolded herself over the back of the chair.Mr Humphries caned Deborah with the samecrisp authority. Debs did her best to stay still buttowards the end of the second dozen, like Melanie,she leapt to her feet in agitation on several occasions.However, she managed not to reach back to sootheher stinging arse which would have meant instantdisqualification and bravely agreed to go back overthe chair to complete her caning.The audience watched in stupefied awe. Theconcept of thirty strokes of the cane on naked fleshwas mind-boggling. The maximum strokes that hadever been given, even during a public flogging, waseighteen, and that was considered very tough dutyindeed.There had been high expectations prior to thestart of the Spank-off but nobody had anticipatedwitnessing such display of courage and determination.Both gals were clearly distressed but whenDebs bid a further six Melons immediately agreed.

6Six from HellThe Grand Master asked the two contestants ifthey wanted to take a time-out before continuing.“This is the last round of the cane,” he toldthem. “If you both go the distance we’re going tosettle this bout with hand spankings.”Deborah looked over at Melanie. Her opponentwas looking ashen and was hopping from foot to foot.“It’s up to you,” Debs asked Melons.Melanie shook her head. “Let’s get it overwith.”Deborah nodded her agreement and wriggledback to the chair.“May I have permission to loosen my tie sir?”she asked through clenched teeth.The Grand Master looked over at Melanie.“Fine with me,” she said and her hand quicklyreached for her own throat.With her neckwear rearranged Deborah Mortonbent over the chair and waited for six. She felt thecane tap downwards and tensed her aching cheeks.The cane whistled down and cut across the existing

The Great Spank-Offstripes with extreme malice. Deborah let out anagitated squeal and kicked her leg backwards. Shegritted her teeth and stayed down. Her fingers weretrembling and she could feel salty tears rolling downher cheeks.The Grand Master took his time, allowingDeborah the opportunity to concede, beforeunleashing a second stripe from hell. The crowdwatched in awed silence as Deborah writhed andsquirmed, snorting and panting as the pain searedthrough her. A third cut collided with the swollenbehind and she let out another anguished squeal. Shecould no longer think clearly as the pain seemed toroll over her in a scarlet wave. When she had finallysettled down again Mr Humphries swung the canelanding it perfectly across the crown of Deborah’sbehind. She squealed and leapt to her feet. Her handsshot back and for a moment it looked as if she wasgoing to rub. Somehow with her fingers just inchesfrom her tortured behind she managed to stopherself. She stood with fingers twitching, hershoulders pumping as her breath came in long pantsand her back arched in pain.“Are you finished,” the Grand Master asked ina kindly voice.Deborah shook her head from side to side. “Nosir! I’ll go over again,” she spluttered. She wiped hernose and eyes on the cuff of her blouse, and then sheloosened her tie even further. She stared at the chair,plucking up her courage before finally bending over.She hung heavily over the chair, her mind a blur. Thefinal two strokes cut through like a knife throughbutter but somehow she managed to stay down. Fornearly a minute she hung over the chair, not wanting

23to move. Her bum felt as if it had been griddled. MrHumphries helped her to her feet; she reached downand pulled up her bumbags, flinching as they chaffedher raw flesh. She hobbled away from the chair, stillpanting, her face contorted into a look of deep shock.Melanie had watched the caning withincreasing anxiety. She had dearly hoped thatDeborah would have quit earlier, now she knew shehad to take the full six to stay in the game. Shecouldn’t believe that Debs had taken thirty sixstrokes, but looking at her opponent she was surethat if she could get through the six then Deborahwould be forced to fold. With as much bravado as shecould muster Melanie White bent over the chair.She took the first two strokes withoutmovement, trying to keep her breathing easy. Thethird stroke sliced down landing on a sore spot andshe stood bolt upright letting out an impassionedgroan, however almost immediately she was backacross the chair. She squeezed her eyes tight. Thecane lashed down, it landed over-lapping two swollenstripes. Melanie leapt to her feet, the pain wasexcruciating. She danced up and down, waving herhands behind her.“Are you finished?” asked Mr Humphries.Time stood still for Deborah Morton as shewatched her opponent desperately trying to regainher composure. Melons stood with her face in herhands her mind racing. Finally, very slowly she slidher hands down her hips and reached back andcupped her tortured buttocks.“I’m out,” she hissed, tears rolling down herface.

The Great Spank-OffDeborah limped across the stage and huggedMelons tightly. Melons laid her head on Debs shoulderand sobbed. Deborah stroked her hair kindly.After Mr Humphries had pronounced Debs asthe winner by thirty-six strokes to thirty-four the twotearful gals left the stage arm in arm heading for asink filled with ice-cold water.

7Nixdown and the BounderThe hall was atwitter with excitement, thelengthy battle between Debs and Melons had whettedtheir appetite and the last bout before theintermission was one of the most hotly awaited.Nixdown and the Bounder took their places by thechair. The contest had attracted a frenetic level ofbetting. There was no doubt that the Bounder was astough as nails and could go the distance if she chose.However, many doubted that her heart was really inparticipating and that she was far more interested inmaintaining the book and ensuring her cigarette andbooze concessions were profitable. BernadetteSummers was lithe and muscular and standing fivefeet and half an inch in her stockinged feet Nixdownlooked almost frail beside the sinewy Bounder.Nonetheless, Nicola Jane Nixon was amongst thepeople’s favorites and nobody doubted that she wouldgive the Bounder a run for her money.The preliminaries were evenly matched andonce they were over with Nix looked calm andconfident, the Bounder grim faced and surly. Neither

The Great Spank-Offgal could see the point of making outrageous orflamboyant bids. They bid in sets of three, slowlyworking themselves into the burn and even whenthey had both reached eighteen strokes they lookedfresh and composed.Nix decided to test the Bounder’s resolve andcalled a six. The Bounder sullenly agreed. Nicola Janesettled in over the back of the chair; although herbackside smarted from the sting of eighteen strokesher training sessions in the stables were paying off.She and Penny had instituted a program based on theway runners trained for the marathon. Mixing upshort and taxing thrashings with longer sessions thatbuilt up her endurance.She took the six strokes with hardly a wriggleor a squirm and rose to her feet with a self-satisfiedsmirk on her face.Bernadette Summers watched the proceedingswith a frown on her face. She had serious quidsinvested in this bout and Nix’s nonchalance wasmaking her uneasy. The Bounder prided herself thatshe could take a licking with the best of them, butshe had to admit that the first eighteen strokes hadcaused her considerably more consternation than shehad expected. However, she had too much at stake toallow herself to be daunted by the prospect of thelong sweaty minutes before her and no sooner hadNix stood up the Bounder strode to the chair, bentover and braced herself for the onslaught.Mr Humphries slashed the cane up and downin the leisurely manner that the crowd had becomeaccustomed too. However, his relaxed swing foolednobody. Each stroke was being delivered with enoughbite to take the contestants’ breath away. The

27Bounder defiantly kept her head down and arse up,not wanting to give Nix the slightest hint that she washaving a tough time of it. She stood up with herfamiliar curl of the lip, her jet black eyes blazing.“I’ll take another six,” she said without beingasked and stalked back to her place. Nix grinned. “Noproblemo,” she drawled.She bent over lethargically. Stretching downand letting out a theatrical yawn. Slowly the GrandMaster rearranged her clothing, then without warninghe let loose with six strokes without a momentbetween them. Taken by surprise Nicola Jane’s coolfaçade crumbled, suddenly she was jumping andwrithing and hopping from foot to foot. Even if shehad wanted to she didn’t have time to get up. Thecaning was over in seconds and Nix bent huffing andpuffing, unable to catch her breath.Bernadette Summers’ heart was pounding. Sheknew that the fast caning had to hurt terribly and sheknew she could expect an identical punishment. Thecrowd watched as she trudged to the chair, hernormal bravado seemed to elude her. She cast analmost plaintiff look at the Grand Master beforebending forward. Like Nix she could hardly keep stillfor a moment and when she rose there was anundisguiseable sheen of tears in her eyes. Nix wasstill stamping from foot to foot trying to ease theconfounded blaze inside her bumbags.Mr Humphries waited patiently. Nix rubbed hereyes and stretched. Her face was chalky white. “I’lltake six more,” she whispered barely audibly. Therewas a gasp in the hall. The Bounder stood stock-still.She looked at Nix and she looked at the chair. Then

The Great Spank-Offshe looked at the cane, for a long moment she saidnothing, then she bowed her head and shook it.“You win Nix,” she muttered, “you crazyfucker.”Nixdown smiled a shallow smile andapproached the chair for the final cut.

8Cassie Cassy and GingerWhen the curtain went down for theintermission the gals in the audience availedthemselves of the booty available at the Bounder’sconcession stands. They gabbed excitedly about thecontest so far and made bold predictions on theoutcome of the upcoming bouts.Behind the curtain the atmosphere was amixture of tension and relief. The victors were warmlycongratulated and the losers consoled and praised fortheir courage. They rubbed their sore bottomsunashamedly. This was not a night when anyoneneeded to worry about being called a muff.The remaining contestants paced restlessly,careful not to make eye contact with their opponents.Grubbys passed amongst them with trays of icychampagne and canapés that Cassie Cassy hadprepared.Jojo, Nix and Deborah consoled themselvesover the sorry states of their arses, but despite thefact their bumbags were liberally filled with stripesthey laughed and clinked glasses. Deborah still looked

The Great Spank-Offa mess so Rosemary helped her smarten up,straightening her tie and gently brushing her hair.The Bounder strode across the stage, a darklook on her dusky face, “You cost me plenty of quidsNixdown,” she growled. Then unexpectedly shegrinned and put her arms around Nix. “Still no hardfeelings gal friend. You beat me fair and square, and Igotta tell you Nix, my arse was grass.”When the clock chimed again the contestantshurriedly took their places and were neatly seatedwhen the curtains drew to herald the commencementof the second session.Jojo watched anxiously as Cassie Cassy bentover the chair for the fourth time. During the dayspreceding the spank-off Jojo had become increasinglyconcerned about her chum. Her normally gregariousfriend had seemed withdrawn and over-wrought,choosing to take long solitary walks instead of herusual non-stop socializing. She had confided in Jojothat she was scared that if she failed that the moresenior inmates would think she was a muff and stopletting her hangout with them. Jojo had told her notto talk rot but Cassie had continued to fret.Mr Humphries slashed the cane down acrossCassie’s upturned derriere with extreme prejudice,causing her heels to rise clean out of the back of hershoes. The Grand Master gave her a moment toregain her breath then slid her bumbags up andturned her skirt down. Cassandra Cassidy pushedherself up from the chair and turned to face heropponent.

31Cassie had good reason to fret. She wasmatched against Ginger Beckett who was considereda very tough nut to crack. By day she was thebespectacled Julie, considered quiet and bookish byher chums. However, as soon as the bell rang for theend of the daily curriculum she miraculouslytransformed into Ginger Beckett, hellion on wheels.Throughout her first three years as an inmate at thefacility Ginger had consistently won critical acclaimfrom her peers for her reckless antics and was oftentalked of with the awed admiration generally reservedfor the other notorious redhead, Jojo Heyworth. Herstellar exhibition of mischief making during the yearof Operation Scorched Arse had sparked speculationthat Ginger might one day assume the mantle of BigBUTT.However during the current year Ginger andMr Humphries had struck up an agreement. Prior tofalling victim of highly dubious Extreme Ladettingcharges Ginger Beckett had been hotly touted as thenext prima ballerina for the National Ballet. As usualthe Dark Agents were out and about trawling for newcelebrities to make an example of and Ginger had themisfortune to being a passenger in a car that wasinvolved in a vehicular accident. The driver was foundto be driving under the influence and a quantity ofmarching powder was discovered in the car. Despitethe lack of any evidence associating Ginger with thenarcotics, the System was under pressure to fill itsannual quota at the Woody Back to School unit;Ginger was summarily charged under the ExtremeLadetting laws.Ms Lawton had done her best to offeracademic, artistic and sporting support to the many

The Great Spank-Offcelebrities who had had their careers cut short butshe had nobody on her staff that could assist Julie inher continued development as a ballerina. Gingercontinued to train on her own but had long given upon continuing her career when she completed hersentence. Ginger would also establish a local danceschool for the under-privileged sponsored by some ofthe gambling profits of Bernadette SummersEnterprises.When Mr Humphries took over the facility hehad talked long and hard with Ginger over her futureand they had established an off-site program whereshe could be privately tutored in the local town with aview to her becoming a ballet teacher. In return Juliewould be required to demonstrate a markedimprovement in her behavior. Ginger had steadfastlymaintained her end of the bargain and as aconsequence she now featured less and less in theweekly Top of the Whops round up. Nonetheless,despite her arse being slightly out of practice it wouldbe foolish to underestimate a gal with such a wealthof experience to draw upon.

9Tough CookiesThe preliminaries had been quite heated. Thetwo gals had spanked each other with zeal and theGrand Master had delivered a pair of tight caningsthat were guaranteed to spice things up nicely.Cassie’s opening bid had been for six and Ginger hadaccepted and retaliated with a second set of six. Withthe score all square at eighteen stripes apiece Cassieupped the ante and daringly requested a dozen. Theaudience gasped as they waited for Ginger’sresponse. Julie Beckett looked uncertain as sheweighed the odds. Cassie was watching her with alook of grim determination. Almost imperceptiblyGinger nodded her head.“That would be yes?” asked Mr Humphries.“Yes sir,” confirmed Julie Beckett. “That wouldbe yes!”Bent forward over the chair Cassandra Cassidyknew that her bluff had been called. She raised herhips slightly to allow the Grand Master to roll herbumbags down and she felt them slide towards thefloor until they were concertinaed around her ankles.

The Great Spank-OffShe waited patiently as her skirt was neatly folded upher back and the tail of her crisp white blouserearranged so that her bottom was completely bared.She was acutely aware of the hot throbbing stripesthat already adorned her rear end. Cassie Cassy tooka deep breath and hung her head between heroutstretched arms. The Grand Master raised his armin the air and brought it down swiping.The Grand Master beat Cassie Cassy withconsummate efficiency, leaving plenty of timebetween strokes in case the competitor should chooseto rise. Ginger Beckett looked on bleakly. Each strokewas searing across the swollen tramlines that all butcovered Cassie’s tiny behind but still she remained inposition, offering up her bottom for another dreadfullick of the cane.Cassie Cassy was focusing all her attention ona single spot on the floor. As each swipe of the longslim stick imploded through every nerve ending in herbody she blinked in consternation but continued tofocus. She had no idea how many strokes she hadreceived and her backside was now just a sea offlames.The Grand Master was not laying it on toothick. He was a consummate professional and knewthat by now even a medium warm stroke would bemagnified by the existing stripes. It was important toremain concentrated on the sweet spot of the targetand although the strokes would now inevitably overlapno lasting damage would be done.Cassie felt another swipe rebound off herfrazzled flesh but somehow managed to stay down.

35Despite the excruciating pain Cassie was determinedto grit her teeth and suck it up. She gritted her teethand waited for the next implosion of pain.Momentarily she was taken by surprise when she felther bumbags being pulled up and the Grand Mastergently helped her to her feet. She tottered back fromthe chair looking somewhat dazed.Ginger Beckett was the picture of despondencyas she approached the chair. She had been certainthat Cassie would pull out before receiving the fulldozen. After all she had reasoned even the Bounderhad her limits and Cassie Cassy was just trying toshow off. She wished with all her heart and soul thatshe had thrown the towel in when it becameincreasingly obvious that Cassie was going to sweat itout. Now she had no choice but to bend over, shewould never live it down if she bailed after lettingCassie receive the thrashing of her life. Julie’s legswere shaking as she forced herself to assume theposition; her fingers were trembling as she waited forthe Grand Master to rearrange her garments. Theprospect of a full dozen was unthinkable but sheknew she had to take as many as she could in orderto retain her honored membership of the elite corpsof mega-minxes and the respect it garnered.There was no denying that Ginger was a toughcookie. The Grand Master was sparing no quarter,each excruciating stripe making her want to hop upand howl but somehow she stayed down.The Grand Master’s arm pumped up and down,the cane snaked through the air, whippingdownwards and unleashing its insidious venom intothe unprotected buttocks. The tension in the hall was

The Great Spank-Offrising as Ginger bravely stayed down for six. At eightshe shot up, her arms flapping, but she quicklyregained her composure and informed the GrandMaster she would go over again. The ninth stroke cuthome, the deep burning penetrating into the swollenweals. The Grand Master raised the cane again butbefore he could swing it Ginger leapt to her feet.“Nooooooo!!!” she wailed, “that’s enough I’mdone.”It was some time before the ballyhooing in thehall died down. Cassie Cassy did her best to appeargracious but the huge smile on her face left no doubtas to her pride and elation at her momentous victory.Ginger also received a healthy round of applause;after all there was no shame in losing twenty-sevenstrokes to thirty. Ginger gratefully accepted the GrandMaster’s offer to retire to the bathroom and hobbledfrom the stage. Cassie returned to the semi-comfortof a padded pillow and prepared to watch the nextcontest.

10Cat and MandyThe atmosphere on the hall floor had becomefrenetic. Bernadette instructed the Gardiner Twins tomobilize more floor bookies, offering significantcommissions. She sent Linda and Heidi to fetch abetter grade of champagne and encouraged them toget the punters sloshed. With several major spankoffsstill remaining the Bounder was looking to makesome serious quids.Cathryn Cassidy replaced her sister on centerstage. To see the two gals together it was hard tobelieve that they were related. Cassie was all blondehair, blue eyes and the sensational grin; her eldersister dark and moody looking, with black eyes thatdrilled into people like coal fired lasers.The support for the two contestants wasevenly spread amongst the Woody Gals. CathrynCassidy and Amanda San Pierre were amongst themost popular and respected gals in the unit. Thesmart betting was on Cat but few puntersunderestimated Mandy’s depth of experience. Seven

The Great Spank-Offyears as Claire Brooks’ best chum had led to Amandagaining an intimate familiarity with every weapon inthe Woodys multifarious armory.Amanda was greeted with boisterous cheersfrom her fan club of Little Brats, who were mostlyseated in the cheap seats at the back of the hall. Inher role as Brat Draper Mandy had draped most ofthem across her lap on more than one occasion; butdue to her reputation for unwavering fairness andcompassion the spankings were taken withoutcomplaint. It was a far cry from the iniquitous rule ofterror imposed by her predecessor, the sadistic serialspanker Juliet Spage. Mandy grinned good-naturedlyand waved at her fans.Across the chair from her, Cathryn Cassidylooked cool and languid as she peeled off her blazer,the ever-present cigarette dangling from the corner ofher mouth. She shook out her long dark mane andsat down with a smile on her face, wiggling her fingerat Mandy and patting her lap mischievously. Amandawinked and spread herself out.Despite the appearance of good-humoredcamaraderie Cathryn spanked Amanda in deadlyearnest, causing Mandy to retaliate in spades. Afterthe preliminary six of the best with the cane thesecond spankings were by far the most rigorous ofthe evening, provoking a flurry of speculation that itcould all be over very quickly.Amanda was still noticeably red faced from thepreliminaries and opened with a cautious half dozen.The Grand Master gave Mandy a fast six andwhen she rose it was clear from the look on her facethat they had got her attention. Cathryn Cassidy wasmade of sterner stuff and took the fast ones with

39familiar nonchalance, the frequent beatings that shehad received throughout the year standing her ingood stead. Cat immediately proposed a dozen anddespite her obvious lack of enthusiasm Mandyaccepted without hesitation.Amanda San Pierre was an anomaly amongstthe contestants. She had been sentenced to the BigHouse as a result of bad advice from her counsel.After leaving school her stunning good looks won hera contract with a modeling agency but she quicklyquit, hating the bitchiness of the dressing rooms andcat-walks. She trained as a croupier and made areasonable living dealing at high stakes TexasHold’em nights. She fell in love and got married;quickly fell out of love and got divorced. Along theway she picked up two minor Ladetting charges.Found guilty for a second time she was offered a dealto spend two years at either the Radcliffe or Ripleyunits. She was almost twenty-three years old. Hersolicitor counseled her that it was rare for a woman ofher age to be charged under the anti-Ladette lawsand advised her to take her chances. She kept hernose clean for almost six months but she was caughtspeeding on her way home from work. The youngand extremely pimply Plod who booked her noticedthe Ladette charges on her record and made Mandyan offer she felt obliged to refuse.When the pimply Plod unfastened his flies andstuffed his pecker through the open window of hercar Mandy calmly pressed the up button on theautomatic window. Once it was over with she calmlycalled an ambulance and her counsel. By midnightshe was being measured up for a new gymslip.

The Great Spank-OffAt Woodys Mandy immediately struck up afriendship with Claire Brooks who had just beensentenced under another of the System’s celebrityscams.Despite her demure appearance Clairepossessed a rapier and ribald tongue that piquedAmanda’s sense of humor immensely. Amanda’s tastefor Claire’s penchant for pith would have aconsiderably detrimental impact on the future of herbumbags.Quiet and unassuming by nature Mandy’s highranking on the Big BUTT Hall of Shame couldprobably have been averted had it not been for herraucous responses to Claire’s regular interruptions tolectures. The requests for Claire to step up before theform or bend over her desk or to visit with theprincipal were frequently suffixed by, “and that willinclude you, San Pierre.”During her year in the Elite she had maintaineda relatively low profile on the minxing circuit and hadonly received two beatings. Predictably, both hadbeen associated with bursting into fits of giggles atClaire’s impromptu and ill-timed interjections to theproceedings.In the run-up to the spank-off she had trainedwith Claire, upstairs in the library doing her best toget her bum into competition state.

11Mandy Goes the DistanceAmanda San Pierre had never received morethan twelve strokes of the cane before and sheapproached the chair with some trepidation. She wasacutely aware of the conflagration raging inside herbumbags and the thought of the long whippy stickstoking it up further made her feel bilious.Nonetheless she positioned herself across the back ofthe chair and did her best to prepare herself. As aprecaution she stuffed her tie in her mouth and bitdown on it with grim determination. From behind hershe heard the hum of the cane as it sliced throughthe air.Despite her look of indifference CathrynCassidy’s tummy was churning. She was only toocognizant of the effects of a long hard thrashing.During her senior year during a contretemps with MsHodge had resulted in her being sent up before theBeak twice on the same day. During the first visit, inrecognition of her seniority, Ms Lawton had given hertwelve of the very best. Upon her subsequent returnthe Beak had announced that not only was she to

The Great Spank-Offbecome the first prefect ever to be publicly flogged,but that she would receive a record fifteen strokes,which of course would be preceded by a damn goodspanking. Cathryn dearly hoped that Amanda wouldthrow in the towel before too many strokes hadlanded.Mr Humphries caned Amanda with a quick,quick, slow beat. Cut, cut, break, cut, break, then twofast cuts again. Despite the ever-increasing heat inher arse Mandy found that with each stroke the urgeto jump up was decreasing. After six she spat her tieout as it was making it hard to breathe. After nine shebegan to feel an overwhelming sense of confidencethat she could actually stay down for the completesession. The two fast cuts almost defeated her butshe hung on and waited for the last stripe to implode.Cathryn Cassidy let out a heartfelt sigh. “Ohrats, it looks like it’s going to be a long night,” shemuttered as she leaned forward across the chair.The crowd waited eagerly while Amandaconsidered her next move. On the one hand, eventhough her bum felt as if she had sat on a griddle,she knew that she could continue. On the other handCathryn had absorbed the thrashing withconsummate ease, hardly moving a musclethroughout. She glanced across at Claire Brookshoping for some inspiration but Claire just winked.Finally she shrugged, “I’ll take six,” she said uneasily.Cathryn frowned and nodded. She watched asMandy bent over and had her apparel rearranged.The uncovered bottom was a mass of conflictingstripes; even a maestro like Mr Humphries couldn’tkeep from overlapping the strokes at this stage in the

43game. Just looking at Mandy’s arse made her ownseem to smart twice as hard.Mandy’s confidence was shattered by the firststroke; the pain was simply devastating. She stayeddown for the second, but the third brought her to herfeet, hissing like a scalded cat, tears clearly runningdown her cheeks. Somehow she managed not to ruband momentarily she volunteered to go over again.The fourth stroke proved too much and she shot upagain, this time reaching back unashamedly anddeclaring herself done.Cathryn bent over the chair just five strokesaway from victory. The first two strokes were hot buttolerable, but the third landed uncomfortably acrossthe most populated area of her butt. She was on herfeet like a shot, a look of genuine distress on herface. She reached back involuntarily but stoppedherself when her fingers were just millimeters fromthe scalding flesh. She stood panting, her shoulderspumping up and down.“Are you done?” asked Mr Humphries.She shook her head, “No I’ll go over again,”she whispered.The next stroke brought her to her feet onceagain and this time tears were beginning to trickledown her own cheeks. Her face was screwed up inagony. She stared at the chair; with the match tied allshe had to do was go over one more time but herlegs seemed frozen to the spot.“Are you done?” asked Mr Humphries.Cathryn said nothing.“Are you done Cathryn?” asked Mr Humphriesfor a second time.Cat remained silent.

The Great Spank-Off“Last chance Cathryn, are you done or shall Icall a tie?” asked Mr Humphries in a tone of finality.Cathryn looked at him wretchedly, “I’ll go overagain,” she spluttered.She stared at the chair miserably but somehowmanaged to bend over. Her heart pounded as herskirt was raised and she felt the Grand Master takingmeasure with the tip of the cane.The last cut was the deepest, it landed withthe crack of a rifle shot and Cathryn sprang to herfeet, leaping up and down and dancing about thestage. She clenched her fists to stop from reachingback. Rubbing would mean the stroke didn’t countand all the pain would have been in vain. However assoon as the Grand Master declared her victorious bytwenty-nine strokes to twenty-eight her hands shot toher arse and she rubbed and rubbed and rubbed.

12Brooks and BookerThere was an excited babble in the hall as thenext contestants positioned themselves on either sideof the chair for the penultimate contest of the night.The matching of Claire Brooks and Rosemary Bookerwas the most eagerly awaited bout of the night.Despite the fact that the cagey Bounder was onlyoffering evens and spread bets some serious tuckmoney had been wagered on the outcome. The twogals were veritable legends in their own bumbags.The two legends were a study in contrasts.Claire Brooks was long and lithe without an ounce ofspare flesh on her body. When Ms Lawton hadpronounced that gals were broad of beam and amplydesigned to absorb the lick of the cane she was notusing Claire as her role model. It had been a sourceof some amusement to the other gals it was always achance that she would one-day hold the title of theBig-BUTT.Claire wore her hair short and spiky and heroval eyes and pert upturned nose gave her a feline

The Great Spank-Offlook. As usual she was dressed immaculately. Theprefect held the record as the only gal in the historyof the unit who had never taken a trip across KatieBeck’s knee for a dose of the slipper for clobberabuse.Rosemary on the other hand bordered on thevoluptuous. Her moon face and ruddy cheeks gaveher a look of eternal optimism. Her full bosomseemed to put a constant strain on the buttons of herblouses and her luscious behind flared out from hernarrow waist like two ripe plums. This remarkableprotuberance had once earned her the title of ‘Rear ofthe Year’.Rosemary Booker was amongst the mostclobber challenged of the inmates and despite havingtaken considerable care over her preparations for theSpank-off she was already looking slightly disheveled.By the time Claire turned Rosemary over herknee betting on the hall floor had reached epicproportions. Every pocket of the Gardiner Twins’blazers were crammed full with quids and Heidi andLinda were having difficulty keeping up with loggingthe wagers.Claire and Rosemary shared reputations forextreme toughness when it came to the business ofbeing whopped.Claire Brooks carried over two decades ofexperience inside her bumbags. Between thehairbrush spankings she had received from MaBrooks, the six o’clock swishing’s at boarding school,and her rise to the highest echelons of the All-TimeBig BUTT Hall of Shame it was hard for Claire to recall

47any extended periods when she was not sufferingfrom a dose of hot arse syndrome.Although Rosemary had entered the facilitysporting a virgin arse she had made up for it duringthe first six years of her sentence. Chumming up withDebs, Jojo and Nix had guaranteed that considerableattention was paid to her internationally famous rearend.After returning from her first training spankingfrom her Personal Draper she had astonished herchums by announcing that she couldn’t see what thefuss was about and that it was ‘only whops’. Thephrase immediately became the official mantra of themega-minxes.She had gone on to embark on a highlyrespected career on the Hall of Shame and even aftergraduating from hand spankings to the more ruthlesscomponents of the Woody artillery she continued tomaintain that whops were hardly more than aninconvenience.Claire Brooks took Rosemary by the wrist andslowly lowered her downwards. She carefully turnedback her chums skirt and rolled down her bumbags.Claire tucked Rosemary tightly into the crease of herlap and took a secure hold around her waist. Sheraised her hand in the air and began to spank.The preliminaries were a formality. Althoughboth gals had put up strong shows during thespankings and the Grand Master had given themgood, crisp canings they both looked fresh as theyprepared for the main bout.

The Great Spank-OffClaire called twelve, had her proposal acceptedand calmly bent over the back of the chair.

13Only Whops, My ArseIn the interests of fair play Mr Humphries wastreating all the contestants with the same crispauthority. He beat Claire in a tight formation,concentrating on the crown of her flat behind andleaving plenty of time for each stripe to achievemaximum effectiveness. Claire gritted her teeth andgutsed them out. During training Claire had enlistedMandy San Pierre’s assistance and had spent somelong hot sweaty sessions in the library having herbottom swiped with a whippy ashplant. Although theash was no competition for the senior cane she feltthat the sessions had substantially increased thestamina and tolerance that would be required tomount a challenge against as formidable opponent asRosemary.Rosemary took her place across the back ofthe chair, amusing the audience with a cheeky wiggleof her succulent arse. The Grand Master swung hiscane and watched as it recoiled off the juicy fleshleaving a long thin tramline in its wake. Rosemaryremained still as the cane swung up and down. Mr

The Great Spank-OffHumphries continued to swing the cane with theleisurely rhythm of a metronome. When he hadcompleted the set Rosemary rose with a slight smileon her face. She calmly called for a second dozen.The crowd watched with rapt concentration asRosemary bent over the chair. There was a gasp inthe audience when as the sixth stroke landedRosemary Brooks leapt to her feet. She spun aroundand stared at the Grand Master, a puzzled look on herface.“Whoa,” was all she said, before turning backand leaning over the chair.Rosemary Booker was bewildered. She hadnever experienced pain quite like it. The cane hadtruly never bothered her. Sure it stung a bit but wasnothing more than a minor irritation. However the sixfast ones had genuinely taken her by surprise and theintensity of the burning in her bum was causing hergreat concern.The cane sliced down again and Rosemarycould barely keep from howling. She struggledthrough two more without standing up but a realscreamer brought her to her feet, her eyes as big assaucers. The audience watched her in awed silence.Her amazement was clearly genuine. She gaped atthe Grand Master and let out a deep impassionedsigh.“Are you done?” asked the Grand Master.“Are you fucking crazy?” Rosemary blurted out.“Of course I’m fucking done!”She shook her head in disbelief, “Now that,”she said emphatically, “fucking well hurt!”

51Claire breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief.Despite the excruciating heat in her backside she wasconfident that she could struggle through nine morestrokes. She folded her long slender figure over theback of the chair and waited for her clothing to berearranged.The audience watched in admiration as strokeafter stroke of the long cane cut across Claire’sbehind without even the hint of a wriggle or squirm.After six swipes the Grand Master stepped back togive Claire a momentary breather.Claire gripped the crossbar of the chair withgrim determination. Even for the whop-worldlymember of the Elite the going was getting tough. Shelicked her dry lips and took a deep breath as she feltthe cane tap down.Even Claire was unable to remain totally still asthe cane swiped down again, she flicked her heelback and her buttocks squirmed in consternation. Theequalizing stroke caused even more pandemonium inher central nervous system and she looked as if shemight jump up. Nonetheless she gathered herself andstayed down. The winning stroke caused her to emitan audible groan but pluckily she continued to remainover the back of the chair until she was announced asthe victor.Claire Brooks put her arm around Rosemaryand hugged her. “Jeez I’m glad that’s over with,” shesaid with a sigh of relief, “but I have a feeling thiscompetition is going to prove very painful.”Rosemary hugged Claire back, “After all theseyears,” she gasped, “I finally understand what all thefuss is about.”

The Great Spank-OffClaire accepted a glass of icy bubbles from agrubby and grinned ruefully at her opponent. “Ohcome on,” she told Rosie, “it’s you who taught us it’sonly whops.”Rosemary rubbed the seat of her skirt. “Onlywhops my arse,” she said emphatically.

14Battle of the Red-ShirtsThe last bout of the night was billed as theBattle of the Red-shirts. The pugnacious streetbrawler, Lady Victoria Brompton facing off the gentleEnglish rose Penelope Ann Evans. In respect of herpast rank of Red-shirt, Penelope Ann was wearing thered shirt and black tie that signified her status.During the early years of her sentencePenelope Ann had been considered an unassuminggal, rarely getting into trouble, preferring to spendher time with her beloved pony more than with herfellow inmates. She ranked low on the Big-BUTT Hallof Shame, not even featuring until the final phases ofher incarceration.At the end of her fifth year at the unit she hadbriefly run foul of Ms Lawton. She had witnessed theinfamous Juliet Spage and her crony Jayne Underley,causing a small fire in the stables. In typical Julietstyle she had gone into a funk and left Penelope Annto do her best to put the fire out. Although the GrandDame took her word for it that she had not set thefire herself she demanded that Penelope Ann reveal

The Great Spank-Offthe culprit. For a long week Penelope Ann had toreport to Ms Lawton’s office to be grilled as to theperpetrator of the fire. Penelope Ann adamantlyrefused to tell even though the Beak informed herthat she would be flogged at Friday’s callover if shecontinued to keep her silence. Penelope Ann fullyexpected Juliet or Jayne to come clean but thisproved a vain hope. Penny even refused to confide inher best friends, the Butcher Twins, steadfastlystating that she wouldn’t be a snitch. Even MelanieWhite encouraged her to tell the Beak the truth,assuring her that a Beaks flogging was no laughingmatter. Despite her chums advice Penelope Anncontinued to refuse and Ms Lawton even went so faras to have Pen fitted for whopping bags. Finally,mercifully the Grand Dame accepted that Penny Annhad no intention of squealing on the culprits theflogging was abandoned at the last minute.Penny Ann’s life returned to relative normality,she continued to spend most of her spare time in thestables and captained the equestrian team. Duringher sixth year she was caned on a mere threeoccasions, significantly less than her close chums Cat,Melons and the Butcher Twins.The following year she found herselfunwittingly embroiled in a political battle between MsLawton and Patty Hodge. At the beginning of theprevious year, the Grand Dame had stunned the unitwith her radical selection of bad gal April Turner toact as Red-shirt. The experiment had been anunexpected success. Ms Lawton was promoting theidea of another radical ticket of Cat Cassidy andMelanie White to act as April’s successors. PattyHodge was enraged. For several years she had been

55covertly training Yvonne Godfrey and Janet Mitchell tore-establish the Secret Society of Serial Spankers. Shehad promised Yvonne the role of Red-shirt.When the selection process had reached astalemate a compromise was reached. Penelope Annwas offered the position. At first she resisted butwhen Ms Lawton pointed out that the other potentialcandidate was Jackie ‘Ivan the Terrible’ Ivanhoe sheagreed to take the job.The year of Operation Scorched Arse was not agood time to be the Red-shirt. Despite her failure totake the top spot Yvonne Godfrey still enjoyed thesponsorship of Patty and her cronies on the RadicalRight. She presided over the units most heinous SSand conspired to undermine Penny’s authority atevery opportunity.Although Penny was ultimately answerable tothe Grand Dame her direct line of reporting wentthrough Ms Hodge. When Pen complained about theSS Patty scolded her and forbade her to bring thematter up with Ms Lawton. Patty wrote baselessreports damning Penny Ann’s performance andinsinuating that Pen might be the secret commandantof the SS.Ms Lawton was becoming increasingly alarmedthat Operation Scorched Arse had back-fired and thatoutright anarchy was now prevailing at the unit. Pattycontinued to promote the idea that it was PennyAnn’s poor leadership of the Elite that was to blameand poor Pen found herself spending increasingamounts of time in the Beak’s study trying to defendherself. It was a painful period for Penelope AnnEvans and during her tenure she was beaten a dozen

The Great Spank-Offtimes, establishing an undeserved record as the mostcaned Red-shirt in history.Nonetheless, Penelope Ann was a popular andrespected Red-shirt amongst the majority of theinmates. Her arrival on-stage to participate in theSpank-off was greeted warmly.At the conclusion of Operation Scorched ArseMs Lawton had finally come to her senses andacknowledged that she had allowed Patty too muchpower and influence and that it was Yvonne whocommanded the SS and not Penny Ann.Her legacy was to announce Lady VictoriaBrompton as Pen’s successor. Unlike Penelope Ann,Vix had never been considered quiet or unassuming.For six years she had attracted the collective ire ofthe Brass and at the time of her promotion she wasranked as number two on the All-Time Big BUTT Hallof Shame.Her Ladyship was notoriously potty-mouthedand pugnacious. She had a reputation forrepresenting the weaker inmates and there was manya bully who rued the day that they had crossedswords with the pugnacious aristocrat.Ms Lawton recognized that Victoria was thesingle gal at the facility capable of stamping outbullying and destroying the SS once and for all. Theselection of Lady Victoria as Red-shirt was probablythe most popular decision ever made by the GrandDame.Lady Vix was truly the people’s champion.

15Pen’s Training Pays OffPenelope Ann tucked Lady Victoria in tightly,folded back her skirt, rolled down her bumbags andgave her a damn good spanking. On the face of itPenelope Ann appeared to be the outsider. After allVix was number two on the All-Time Hall of Shameand was much-fancied to win the overall Spank-off.However, Penelope Ann had been in serious trainingwith Nix and the spectacular results of the programhad already been demonstrated in Nixdown’s duelwith the Bounder.Lady Victoria dragged Penelope Anndownwards. It had been suggested that the two galstaking their hairbrushes to each other’s butts couldhave spiced the competition up, but Mr Humphrieshad nixed the idea for the time being. Still Vix made agood account of herself with the palm of her hand.Penelope Ann had a strong well-formed posterior thatHer Ladyship gleefully reddened from top to bottom.Penelope Ann prepared for her preliminarydose of the cane with an otherworldly look on herface. When she and Nix had first begun their steamy

The Great Spank-Offaffair Penelope Ann had been strictly responsible forhanding out the licks. However, on one dreamysummer’s afternoon she had allowed Nicola Jane totake down her jodhpurs and tickle her hindquarterswith her riding crop. She had been amazed howtitillated she had become and she now regularly andwillingly found herself bending over bales of hay withher bum in the air.Mr Humphries gave the two gals good tightlickings to liven them up for their second spankings.Once again Penelope Ann demonstrated that she hadlearned a thing or two whilst she was Red-shirt andgave Vix a corker of a spanking. Vix took it in goodpart and responded heartily.Penny had decided to follow Nix’s strategy ofstarting slowly and letting the burn build in shortsharp doses. She called a three. Vix saw no reason tochange the tempo so they batted back and forth insets of three until they had reached twenty-one apiece. Vix sensed that despite Penelope Ann’sextensive training program and her penchant forbeing licked that the former Red-shirt was nearing thelimit of her pain threshold so she boldly called a six.Penelope Ann pulled a face, but nonetheless shereluctantly accepted and approached the chair.Before bending over Penelope Ann requestedpermission to loosen her tie. While she unfastenedher collar she glanced over at Nix who blew her akiss. Penny took her time settling across the back ofthe chair. For a while the stripes of the cane hadsmarted divinely but the Grand Master had laid thelast three on quite thick and the agreeable smartinghad transformed into an unpleasant throb. She heard

59the cane whining through the air and braced herselffor impact.Lady Victoria Brompton bobbed gently on theballs of her feet, flexing her knees slightly and tryingto keep the muscles in her backside from stiffening.The Grand Master was caning Penelope Ann at asteady pace, but although the former Red-shirt waswriggling and squirming she stayed resolutely overthe back of the chair. Lady Vix frowned as the sixthstroke slashed downwards, although she admired heropponent’s resolve she had rather hoped thatPenelope Ann would throw in the towel a little earlier.Unhurriedly Lady Victoria Brompton bent overthe back of the chair and waited patiently while theGrand Master rearranged her clobber. Vix wasconfident that no matter how long Penelope Annelected to stay in the contest that she was capable ofoutlasting her. She had a wealth of experience oflong, hard canings. During the days of OperationScorched Arse Ms Lawton had become so incensed atHer Ladyship’s persistent rowdiness that she hadinformed the inmate that the minimum strokes shecould expect to receive was a dozen. UndauntedVictoria continued to wreak disorder wherever shecould, earning herself some explosive moments overthe back of the Grand Dame’s chair.The Grand Master caned Lady Vix with thesame even pace, nice and tight, unleashing eachstroke at thirty-second intervals. If the increased heatin her bumbags concerned Vix she didn’t show it. Shepushed herself up from the chair and grinnedcheerfully at the Grand Master while she smootheddown her skirt.

The Great Spank-OffPenelope Ann looked unenthusiastic;nonetheless she called a three and assumed theposition. By now the stripes on her backside hadmelded into a swollen blazing mass and she knewthat every new stroke was going to exacerbate thedreadful fire in her hindquarters.Mr Humphries gave her a good crisp thwackand was rewarded by a low impassioned groan. Asecond swipe caused the hapless Old Gal’s right leg tokick back and a third brought her bolt upright, herback arched and her head thrown back. She let outher breath in a long pained hiss. Her hair had shakenloose and fell down across her face, her eyes wereshining and wet and she stood with her arms by hersides, clenching and unclenching her fists in anguish.Nonetheless she earned a rousing round of applausewhen she bent back over the chair and waitedpermission to rise. The stroke counted and thepressure was back on Vix.Even Vix was less than enthused to return tothe chair. She unfastened her collar as sheapproached, then painfully bent over and took a tightgrip on the seat. Mr Humphries methodically turnedback her skirt and folded the tail of her red-shirt outof the way. He put his thumbs in the elastic of herbumbags and rolled them down her hips. Lady Vix feltthe cane tap down.

16I’m Gonna Rub“Holy fuck!”Lady Victoria Brompton hopped up hissing asthe third stroke snaked across her bum inadvertentlystriking the tender spot at the tips of her hips.She glared at the Grand Master with a look ofgenuine grievance on her face.“Language, Victoria,” the Grand Master smiledsardonically, “a tad strong for the paying puntersdon’t you think?”Lady Victoria Brompton’s infamous pottymouthwas the cause of numerous entries in herPunishment Record Book. She was particularly fond ofcussing pre’s and consequently she spent a good dealof her time touching her toes in front of the libraryfireplace. However, Vix didn’t limit herself to merelycussing pre’s; sometimes she would cuss the Brass ifshe thought they merited it. The Brass did not takekindly to the potty-mouthed Aristocrat and theyfrequently bent her over her desk and trashed herbumbags. Occasionally Victoria even cussed the Beak,

The Great Spank-Offwhich was inadvisable behavior and earned herseveral public floggings.Mr Humphries was more liberated than mostbut nonetheless he felt that use of the eff word wasnot in the spirit of the competition and informed LadyVix that the stroke was disqualified and that to remainin the game she would have to bend over again.Vix’s eyes smoldered but she conceded. Thecane lashed her again.“F…U…C…me wriggling down the street,”hissed the aristocrat, drawing a mighty round ofgood-humored applause from the spectators.Lady Vix pushed herself up from the chair. Herface was chalky white and her lips set in a fixed line.Vix was genuinely astonished that Penny Annhad stayed in the contest so long. Far more highlyfancied competitors had thrown the towel in muchearlier than thirty strokes. She looked over at Pen.The normally pristine former Red-shirt looked like atrain-wreck. The top three buttons of her blouse wereunfastened and the knot of her tie was around hernavel. Her blonde curls had come loose and sheconstantly brushed them away for her face. Victorianarrowed her eyes, trying to judge how much hercompetitor had left in her.“I’ll call six more,” she said, finally, throughclenched teeth.There was a tension in the hall. All eyes werefocused on Penelope Ann Evans. She stood on thestage shifting her weight from foot to foot. Sheseemed uncertain of how to respond.

63“Will you accept the challenge,” asked theGrand Master gently.For a moment Penelope Ann continued to lookthoughtful, and then she reached her handbackwards.“No, sir,” she said emphatically, “I’m gonnarub,” and grabbed the seat of her skirt.Lady Victoria Brompton bent over the chair toreceive the winning stroke.The backstage party was a love fest. Perchedon their velvet cushions the competitors were fetedby their admiring fans. The gallant losers wereextended the same awestruck appreciation as thevictors. Champagne flowed in copious quantities andthe grubbys bustled about serving canapés and otherdelicacies.Nobody was denied their bragging rights andbubbly flowed late into the night.The Bounder was holed up with the Minxstergleefully counting her loot. Although she had lost herskirt, her blouse and her bumbags on the outcomebets she had amply recovered on the spread bettingdue to the unexpectedly high scoring of some of thebouts. The stacks of quids piled up on the table infront of her. The sight of the greenbacks took hermind off the ferocious burning inside her bumbags.Nonetheless, both Bernadette and Lisa took the wiseprecaution of performing their final accounting in theupright position.Jojo poured the Grand Master a snifter ofcognac as a nightcap. “We have to be barking,” she

The Great Spank-Offtold him. “Voluntary endurance whops? Bonkers, weare all bonkers. Golly, I’ll bet there’s going to be somesore heads and sore arses in the morning.”The Grand Master winked at his lover andtoasted her with his snifter. “Bottoms up to thatkiddo,” he grinned. “Now let’s go to bed.”

17Loose Tie, Cool Arse DayMr Humphries had declared Sunday as a loosetie and cool arse day. In Ms Lawton’s day Sundaybeatings were forbidden. The Sunday embargo onbumbag tattering had generally resulted in numerousgals reporting to the library before Monday morningbrekker to start the week with hot ashplant stripesunder their bumbags. Mr Humphries didn’t hold withsuch nonsense. As he informed Lady Vix, if a galneeded whopping then she should damn well bewhopped without any shilly-shallying. On Sundays thegals had free time on their hands and plenty ofopportunity for making mischief. The Elite marshaledthe facility at weekends so there was regularly atleast half a dozen gals sent up to touch their toes inthe library. Declaration of a cool arse Sunday came asa relief to the revelers. Mr Humphries also decreedthat the inmates could have an extended lie-in in themorning to help facilitate the recovery from thehangovers they would undoubtedly be suffering.

The Great Spank-OffHeroically Cassie Cassy had crawled out ofscratch early and shanghaied a few grumpy grubbysto set up a breakfast buffet. As the weary inmatesshuffled downstairs the mimosa and bloody marystands were particularly well-populated.The Bounder declared that she wouldannounce the odds for the forthcoming round by midafternoon.Never one to miss an opportunityBernadette sportingly took bets on the odds she andLisa would calculate.At four o’clock the hungover inmatescongregated in the Great Hall to witness the draw forthe last eight and the announcement of the odds.Mr Humphries open the proceedings byominously dubbing the next round as ‘LeatherSaturday’.Lady Victoria and Cathryn took turns to pluckcontestants names out of a tombola and the Bounderannounced the odds.Odds Gal 1 Gal 2 OddsEvens Joanna Heyworth Lisa Sutton 6-17-1 Nicola Jane Nixon Deborah Morton 2-18-1 Cathryn Cassidy Cassandra 10-1Cassidy5-1 Claire Brooks Lady VictoriaBrompton4-1The pairing of Nixdown and Debs, theoriginators of the Spank-off caused a frenzy of bettingamongst the inmates and another rift in the luteamongst the Famous Four.

67Playful baiting between Nix and Debs soonturned to outright bitchiness. Debs was justifiablyproud of the two spankings and thirty-six strokes ofthe cane she had endured. Nix scoffed at her, tellingeveryone that there had been many nights in thestables that she had received far more extendedbenders during her infamous late-night trysts withPenny Ann and loudly predicting an easy victory.Jojo and Rosemary did their best to mediatebut quickly got tired of having their faces chewed offby the two rivals.Jojo spent the evening kicking back andquaffing champagne in the Grand Master’s livingquarters. Out of respect for the residual tenderness inher derriere as a result of the previous night’s caningsMr Humphries declined to indulge in their usualSunday rituals of gratuitous spankings.“So what does Leather Saturday entail?”enquired Joanna as she nibbled on a small piece oftoast loaded with pate de foie gras.The Grand Master grinned. “I just thought itwould make it more interesting if we add somevariety. After all if we just stick to the cane it willbecome somewhat monotonous.”Jojo sipped her champagne thoughtfully. Shewas well aware of the wide variety of instrumentsthat Mr Humphries kept in the tall-boy in his study.She had first hand experience with most. In MsLawton’s day a visit to the principal’s study hadalways resulted in a bare bender with the thirty-sixinch long, crook-handled, senior cane. Since MrHumphries arrival a gal never knew what to expect

The Great Spank-Offand he beat them with a wide array of canes, strapsand paddles.In many ways, in Jojo’s opinion, the cane wasthe worst. Nonetheless, every weapon in the artilleryhad its own totally unique feel to it. She agreed that ifthe Spank-off was to be a true test of endurance theintroduction of the other implements would add to theexcitement. She sighed softly, anticipating that theforthcoming round was going to prove to be a long,hot evening.

18Self-IndulgenceAlthough the contestants did their best to stayout of trouble, predictably there were some minorcasualties at the beginning of the week.On Tuesday morning Joanna Heyworth headedto the Grand Master’s study by virtue of being redcardedout of the mathematics class by Reed theWeed.“I’m here to be inspected,” she told Katie Beck.The facility matron grunted and nodded towards theanteroom.Earlier, while getting dressed, Joanna hadcomplimented herself on the recovery her backsidehad made. Despite the lengthy caning on Saturdaynight there was no marking remaining and her tenderspots appeared to have healed completely.Katie resisted the temptation to prod, poke orpinch Jojo’s bum during the inspection.“You’re clean,” she declared, “fix your clobberand go next door.”

The Great Spank-Off“I’m here to be thrashed for insolence,” Jojotold the Grand Master.The Grand Master nodded. “Anything you’d liketo say in your defense?” he asked.Jojo cocked her head and chewed her lowerlip. In Ms Lawton’s day gals attending her study wererarely offered the opportunity to defend their actions.Ms Lawton was a firm believer that if a member ofthe Brass deemed an inmate due a whopping it washer job to oblige.The Grand Master waited. Despite theirrelationship the couple had agreed that Joannashould be treated no differently to any other inmate.Jojo remained as the uncontested Big BUTT and thefacilities most prolific mischief-maker. Mr Humphriesalways enjoyed Joanna’s explanations for being redcarded.“It’s rather complex,” Jojo started. MrHumphries leaned back in his chair and resisted thetemptation to grin.“We were discussing the relationship betweenmathematics and psychology,” Jojo told him. “Itoccurred to me that several noted mathematiciansturned out to be barking mad. You know, Nash,Russell, a few others, and I offered this observationto Ms Reed. For some reason she didn’t take kindly tomy point of view and seemed to take it personally.”“And how exactly did you offer thisobservation?” asked the Grand Master.“Well perhaps I didn’t word it very well,”admitted Joanna. “I observed that as far as I couldsee that anybody involved in the world ofmathematics appeared to be nuts. Ms Reed seemed

71to think I was including her in this, which was nevermy intention.”“I see,” nodded the Grand Master, “and that’sit?”“I may have embellished a little,” she saidslowly.“How little?” asked the Grand Master.Jojo continued to cock her head thoughtfully.“I merely observed that some of thesemathematicians suffered from acute paranoia andenquired whether Ms Reed had ever suffered fromsuch symptoms. It was just idle curiosity,” sheexplained.Mr Humphries suppressed a smile. “Or selfindulgentjaping the Weed,” he said pointedly.“Japing the Weed?” gasped Jojo incredulously.“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, sir.”Mr Humphries stood up and took off his jacket.He walked around the desk and crossed to the tallboy.He opened the doors and extracted a shortleather two-tailed tawse. “I’m sure you know exactlywhat I mean Miss Heyworth,” he said as he walked,“now remove your blazer and come and bend overmy knee.”“Oh,” said Jojo and unfastened the top buttonof her blazer.Jojo winced as the tawse slapped down acrossher naked nates. She had considerable experience ofthe leather tawse and suspected that it would play akey role in the upcoming ‘Leather Saturday’ event.Mr Humphries had her tucked in tightly andshe was acutely aware that her backside was sittingup prominently and perfectly positioned for the Grand

The Great Spank-OffMaster to self-indulge himself with one of his favoritetoys. Jojo sighed and did her best to settle in.Mr Humphries was aware that japing the Weedwas considered great sport amongst the inmates. MsReed was something of an anomaly amongst theharsh disciplinarians of the Brass. Despite intensivetraining by Patty Hodge she had proven hopelesslyinept at the business of whops. She had eventuallybecome frustrated and simply resorted to showingcheeky inmates a red card when they indulgedthemselves by japing her. The inmates knew the riskswhen they japed her so he felt no compunction abouttaking down Jojo’s bumbags and larruping hersoundly with the supple leather tawse.“So how was it?” he asked as he entered thepunishment in Joanna’s punishment record book.“Well from my point of view it was not good,”she grunted. “Not good at all. But if you’re looking foran objective opinion about your performance I shouldsay that you can be quite satisfied.”The Grand Master entered the thrashing intothe electronic prb and the huge ledger that containedrecords of punishments dating back to 1857.He grinned. “Self-indulgence always comeswith a price, Miss Heyworth,” he told Jojo.Jojo scowled. “I’m telling you Nash wasbonkers, you can look it up,” she muttered andwriggled out of the room.

19Debs in the Dog-HouseJojo wasn’t the only contestant catching someheat. Later on Tuesday Cassie Cassy bent over thetraining beam in the gymnasium for a powerfulslippering from Ms Lummell.On Wednesday morning Lisa Sutton andBernadette Summers took turns to touch their toes atthe front of the lecture room to be caned by MsWharton. Unusually, the Wart had managed to remaincalm and collected throughout the swishings and haddelivered two superlative sixes without any miss-hitsor wasted shots.The Wart was so delighted with herself thatshe invited Debs up to the front during the nextlecture and gave her six of the very best. It wasanother perfect caning that set the luckless Debs’nerves jangling and her teeth chattering.However, as Leather Saturday drew inexorablycloser the contestants became decidedly more waryof indulging in mega-minxing. Thursday had drawn a

The Great Spank-Offclean sheet for the contestants and Friday wasexpected to be another quiet day.Sally Cobb’s eyes stood out on stalks. Shecouldn’t believe her good fortune. She reached intoher blazer pocket and extracted her red-card.“Morton, Phase 6,” she bellowed, “step up forgoofing!”Every head in the hall was turned towards theback of the room where Debs was maneuvering herway past the knees of her chums. She entered theaisle and walked towards the front of the assemblyhall with her eyes slightly averted. When she reachedthe front she took up her solitary position halfwaybetween the doors and the foot of the steps that ledup to the stage.Lady Victoria Brompton leaned against the wallwith her arms folded across her chest watchingDeborah’s approach. When Debs came alongside herthey exchanged a glance, before the Phase 6 inmatehurried on her way.Victoria sighed. She couldn’t believe that Debscould be so stupid as to get herself chucked out just aday before the second round of the Spank-off. Shewatched Deborah arrange herself into a sloppy formof attention and then noticed that the knot of Deb’stie was slightly lowered. As best as Vix could tell thetop button of Deborah’s blouse was fastened so theoffense could be interpreted as natural slippage.Nonetheless, Victoria was well aware that when theBrass arrived none of the Radical Right was going tocut Debs any slack and one of them would issue her a

75second red-card for Zero Tolerance Collar and TieAbuse.Victoria crossed over to where Debs wasstanding intending to invoke her privilege to warnDebs that her tie was in danger of breach of protocoland allowing her to remedy the abuse. To hersurprise she found that Debs’ top button was actuallyunfastened although it was hard to tell as the buttonwas partially disguised by the knot.Vix glared at Debs. “Are you fawking barking?”she growled. “Your fawking top buttons undone.”Debs just shrugged, her eyes flickering withself-amusement.Victoria stared at Deborah. Something was notquite right. Debs was looking far too smug forsomebody about to get mandatory twelve stroke barebender. She span on her heel and strode up the aisle.“What did she do?” Victoria asked Sally.“Couldn’t you have cut her some slack?”“Not this time Brompton,” insisted Sally. “Itwas as if she wanted to get caught. It looked like shewas waiting for me to be watching and then leanedover and flicked the gal in front of her behind theear.”“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” growled the Red-shirt andheaded back to the front of the hall.“You staged this didn’t you?” snapped Victoria.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” saidDebs dismissively. “I was larking about and gotcaught, what’s new about that?”“Yeah, rock on Debs,” said Victoria angrily.“You just wanted some last minute whops so if youlose to Nixdown you’ll have an excuse.”

The Great Spank-Off“That’s not true,” protested Deborah.“Well you’re fresh out of luck,” snapped Vix.“I’m going to request that the Grand Masterpostpones your whops until after the spank-off, soyou can wipe that smug grin off your face.”“Fuck you Victoria,” growled Debs, “just buttout and mind your own fucking business!”“That’s just earned you another doubledangling,” said Vix.“Fuck you and your double danglings,” retortedDebs petulantly, “they don’t hurt any way.”“Then we’ll try a triple dangling won’t we,”snapped back Vix. “See me in the library beforebrekker next Wednesday.”Deborah glared at Victoria but decided betterthan to say anything further.“Now fasten your damn collar and straightenyour tie and come and stand over here with me,”ordered Victoria. “You and I are going to have a longconversation with the Grand Master when assembly’sover.”Deborah Morton grunted.

20Leather SaturdayAt the beginning of the big night Jojo and theMinxster stood quietly to attention while the GrandMaster rolled out the rules of Leather Saturday to thefrenzied audience. During the prelims each gal wouldtake a turn over his knee for six slaps with the shorttwo-tailed tawse. Subsequently they would bendacross the vast oak desk and receive six strokes withthe Reform School Strap, before returning across hisknee for a dose of the leather ping-pong paddle.Following the preliminary warm-ups the bidding wouldbegin, but this week the bidder would go first,meaning that after the first round the gals were facedwith back-to-back whops with no time to recover.Jojo made herself comfortable across MrHumphries’s lap. She was determined to settle in andfocus right from the start. Jojo knew she had aformidable opponent in the Minxster. She liked andadmired Lisa Sutton, who despite the deplorable wayshe had been treated in earlier years had remainedcheerful and friendly, even when she had just been

The Great Spank-Offbeaten bandy. There was no doubt that Lisa couldtake a licking so Jojo was anticipating a long hot nightahead of her.Mr Humphries was particularly fond of hisleather tawse. He liked the weight and the way thatthe two tails slapped down one after the other givingan impression of double impact that always took theuninitiated by surprise.Jojo was not particularly fond of the GrandMaster’s leather tawse. She was far from uninitiatedand knew only too well to expect the double impact.Mr Humphries arranged Jojo into a full drape,then after telling her to put it up and keep it up heslapped the tawse down with a satisfying crack.Jojo blinked. The bite of the tawse never failedto take her breath away. Some evenings when shevisited Mr Humphries for her good night kiss he wouldput her across his knee and warm her up with thetawse. She was especially vulnerable on the occasionsshe wore the smart silk red and black striped pajamasthat he had given her as a gift.Mr Humphries slapped Joanna on alternatecheeks; he was using plenty of wrist and the smackssounded like explosions inside her head. She waswriggling energetically so Mr Humphries had to take atight grip around her waist. He had dragged her overso that her backside sat up full and proud and hernose was almost down to the stage. Mr Humphriesspanked her blissfully; it was one of his greatestpleasures to have his lover over his knee with herskirt turned back and her bumbags rolled down andhis favorite backside at his mercy. With a smile on his

79face he raised the tawse high above the splendid bumand whapped it downwards.Although she didn’t have Jojo’s copiousexperience to call upon Lisa Sutton had been tawsedon several occasions. Mr Humphries liked to vary theinstruments he utilized to punish the gals and as oneof his most frequent visitors the Minxster had gaineda knowledge of the full range of artillery. Lisa hungher head between her arms, stretched out her legsand steeled herself for the onslaught. She didn’t havelong to wait. Mr Humphries brought the tawse downfast. The Minxster could take her licks with the best ofthem, but the remaining competitors could see thatthe tawse was getting her fullest attention. LisaSutton wriggled and squirmed in Mr Humphries’s lapas each painful swipe cannoned off her arse. Theother gals exchanged glances; they could tell that thecompetition was really hotting up.Mr Humphries grinned. He was savoringanother of his favorite sights. Joanna Heyworth wasbent across the large desk that was situated underthe main spotlight. She was reached over so her armsdangled down the opposite side. Her legs barelytouched the floor, her heels raised out of the back ofher shoes. He had flipped her skirt up her back andpulled her bumbags down to around her ankles. Herblouse rode up her back so that he could see thedowny hairs at the base of her spine. Her bottom wasoffered up proud in all its splendor, defenselesslyawaiting the arrival of the Reform School Strap.

The Great Spank-OffJojo knew that she had to keep her musclesrelaxed and did her best not to tense up, which wasquite difficult with her unprotected bum perched upand a healthy man brandishing a reform school strapstanding behind her.

21A Hot StartMr Humphries took a tight grip on the woodenhandle and swung the strap through the air. Itcollided with Jojo’s butt with full force; the sound offast moving leather meeting immobile flesh filled thehall. Mr Humphries rarely used the strap forpunishment, saving it for a handful of his favoritemiscreants when they were really bad. Most gals inthe hall believed that the RSS was a myth, spreadabout by the Dirty Dozen as a boast, but now theysaw the mythical weapon in all its majesty and theygasped in awe.Mr Humphries liked the sound that the ReformSchool Strap made when it ate butt. The explosiveslap certainly dispelled with the urban myth that theloud ones don’t hurt.Jojo felt the wind being knocked out of herwith the force of the stroke. The wide tail of the strapseemed to cover her whole behind as it whippeddown and it painted a broad red band right across herarse. Mr Humphries spared no time in delivering thenext stroke and the next and the next. Even Jojo was

The Great Spank-Offhaving difficulty staying focused under the fearsomebarrage. Her bum felt like a sea of flames, the flamesdid not sweep over her in waves; it stayed on theouter skin and burned and burned and burned.Jojo managed to stay in position for the full sixbut she shot Mr Humphries and ugly look as shestepped aside and made way for the Minxster.The Minxster eyed the strap in Mr Humphries’shand warily. A few weeks earlier she’d had themisfortune of gaining some first hand knowledge ofbeing whupped with the strap and had found theexperience quite disagreeable.Lisa Sutton bent over half-heartedly, then aftera moment she resignedly she slid her upper torsoacross the desk until her arms dangled over the farside.Unlike some members of the Dirty Dozen theMinxster did not actively pursue punishments. LisaSutton’s high ranking on the Hall of Shame had beenearned by dint of the fact that she was a very, verynaughty gal. Although she had attracted the ire of MsLawton and been unfairly targeted there was littledoubt that the Minxster would have achieved megaminxstardom on her own.Lying across the desk with her bottom baredLisa Sutton felt the familiar queasy feeling in hertummy. When the strap landed slap bang across thecenter of her arse she felt as though without theresistance of the solid desk she would have beenpropelled forward across the stage. The thick band ofheat seemed to envelop her whole behind but shehad no time to try to come to terms with the epic

83pain; Mr Humphries immediately whapped the nextone downwards.The six slaps of the strap landed one after theother. Totally unremitting, it made a thick swollenweal rise up on the Minxster’s bum that made theaudience gasp in amazement.Lisa Sutton slowly rose to her feet, her faceashen.Shakily she got her balance leaning against thedesk with one hand.“Are you okay?” asked the Grand Master.“Yes sir,” the Minxster said resolutely. “Justgive me a second to get my sea-legs back.”She blew her breath out.“You know something sir?” she said earnestly.“That is some evil shit!”Even Jojo resisted slightly as Mr Humphriestook her wrist and lowered her across his lap. Jojo didnot like the ping-pong shaped paddle that MrHumphries was holding in his left hand. The GrandMaster tugged a little harder and Joanna tumbleddown over his lap. Mr Humphries arranged Jojo into asatisfactory full drape and slowly rubbed the paddleround and round on each cheek in a slow circularmotion.Upside down with her head higher than herarse Jojo waited anxiously. Jojo was keenly awarethat the two flat leather surfaces of the paddlecovered a solid delrin core and when it hit the sweetspot the weight and stiffness delivered anexcruciatingly uncomfortable level of hot sting.Jojo did her best to lie still while the GrandMaster smacked the paddle down on the crown of her

The Great Spank-Offright cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three hot onesright on top of each other. She clenched her teethand waited for the explosion in her left cheek.”Hey!” she howled indignantly. Mr Humphries hadunexpectedly slapped the thick leather paddle downon the same spot on her right cheek. Then before shehad time to gather her thoughts he cracked it downtwice more making her writhe and twist in earnestagitation.“Holy shit,” she hissed as she clambered to herfeet. “That wasn’t funny,” she glared at the GrandMaster. “Not funny at all.”Mr Humphries just grinned and then wiggledhis finger at the Minxster.Lisa Sutton watched the spankingdisconsolately. She realized from Jojo’s energeticreaction that she was in for an uncomfortable fewmoments. White faced she approached the GrandMaster and unenthusiastically offered him her wrist;allowing herself to be guided down across the GrandMaster’s lap. Just like Jojo she couldn’t help butwriggle and squirm and kick her legs frantically whilethe Grand Master blistered her butt. When she wasreleased she broke into an agitated jig, desperatelytrying to cool the storm that raged inside herbumbags.The Grand Master turned to Jojo, “Your bidJoanna,” he told her. “What’s it to be?”

22Minxster MiseryJojo squinted at Lisa, trying to gauge herwillingness to continue. The Minxster was still hoppingfrom foot to foot and making no effort to disguise thefact that effects of the paddle were causing herconsiderable discomfort. Jojo was tempted to testLisa’s resolve by bidding another session with thepaddle, but she figured that the Minxster was a hardboiledegg and was unlikely to crack just yet. She bidsix with the tawse, which she considered to be atolerable solution and when Lisa agreed Jojo spreadherself out across the Grand Master’s lap, put it upand intended to keep it up.The slap of leather against bare arse filled thehall. Although the tawse bit her flesh Jojo waswarming up, which was fortunate as Mr Humphrieswas warming to his work. He slapped the tawse downforcefully, working her arse right and left. Once againJojo found herself bent so far over her feet couldn’ttouch the floor. When Mr Humphries had finishedwith her she was breathing heavily but her confidencelevel was increasing. The six whaps had smarted

The Great Spank-Offhorribly but she felt that she had was far enough intothe zone that she would be able to go on and on andon.Lisa Sutton was not feeling confident. Likemost of the unit’s naughtiest gals she had perfectedkeeping a poker-face when she was being scolded orafter she had been beaten, but as she approached MrHumphries there was no mistaking her concern at herimpending appointment with the tawse. Watching theGrand Master applying the tawse to Jojo’s nakedbum, she couldn’t help noticing that Mr Humphrieswas upping the ante and really giving her a larruping.She approached Mr Humphries very slowly, throwinghim a plaintive look as her lowered her down. Facedown; arse up the Minxster’s heart was poundinguncomfortably as she felt her bumbags being sliddown until they were around her ankles.Mr Humphries wasted no time in going abouthis business. In the spirit of fair play he treated Lisato an identical set of six. The Minxster vainly tried tostay quiet and remain still but the torment was toogreat and she was soon kicking and struggling. TheGrand Master kept a tight hold around her waist andcontinued to larrup her despite her efforts to escape,finishing the session up with a zinger that wasrewarded by a heart felt moan emanating from thehapless Minxster.Now the Minxster faced the challenge ofhaving to make her bid and bend right back over. Hereyes darted from the tawse to the strap and thenback to the tawse again.“I’ll take three more with the tawse,” shemuttered miserably.

87Mr Humphries spanked her hard. The threeswipes lashed down across her buttocks, the tailcolliding with her right cheek, sending her body into afrenzy of activity. The effect of the supple leather onher scorched and swollen flesh was excruciating.When she rose she looked close to tears.Jojo took her place across the Grand Master’slap, wriggling herself into position and stretching outinto a full drape. She felt the leather being strokedacross her swollen flesh and braced herself. Jojowinced and frowned as Mr Humphries slapped thestrap across her naked nates. She concentrated onkeeping her breathing even and controlling the flowof pain as it surged through her central nervoussystem.The Grand Master rolled Joanna’s bumbagsback into place and turned her skirt down. He gentlyhelped her back up into the vertical plane.Jojo squinted over at Lisa. She was lookingdecidedly shaky. Jojo felt confident she was now inpoll position and daringly called for six with the lethalpaddle.The gals in the audience gasped. It was a trulybold call.The Minxster hung her head pitifully. Shedesperately wanted to win the spank-off but theprospect of the dreaded Delrin-filled paddle crashingoff her bum again was too terrible to think of.“I’m out,” she said finally.Jojo rushed across the stage as quickly as herthrobbing behind would allow her and threw her arms

The Great Spank-Offaround her brave opponent. The curtain closedmomentarily to allow the two competitors to composethemselves and straighten up. Heidi Alexander cameover with two flutes filled with icy bubbles. The twowhop-weary contestants swallowed them downgratefully.The curtain rose and Jojo and the Minxsterstepped forward hand-in-hand to take their bows.

23An Acrimonious RivalryThe pre-contest hug between Nix and Debslacked any pretense of warmth. While the two galsstood politely through Mr Humphries’s introductionsthe acrimony between the famed contenders wasclear to even the dimmest members of the audience.Debs was glaring at Nix, who in turn had a selfsatisfiedsmirk plastered all over her boat race.Nixdown had scornfully dismissed Debs asnothing more than a big head and big arse andconfidently predicted that she could out-last heropponent any night of the week.Debs busied herself with a program of damagecontrol to her reputation. She loudly protested herinnocence against the charges that she had riggedbeing chucked out of assembly because she wasworried that she might lose the contest.The Bounder was delighted. The publicbitching and gloating between the two legends hadprovoked a frenzy of betting.

The Great Spank-OffNixdown Nixon removed her blazer and handedit to a grubby to hang up for her. As usual heruniform was immaculate. Her blouse neatly pressed,her shoes shone to gleaming and her necktie fastenedwith a perfectly triangular knot. She stepped over towhere Mr Humphries was seated and nimbly tippedherself over his knee. She stretched herself out; atjust five feet and a half inches and weighing a mereone hundred and twelve pounds she could barelyreach the floor at either side. The Grand Masterrearranged her clothing and exposed her pert behind.Nixdown giggled and wriggled her bum playfully.The Grand Master brought the tawse downwith crisp authority. Nixdown wiggled her bottomcheekily and was rewarded with another splendidstroke. Nixdown sighed. The pain was simplyexquisite.Debs watched Nixdown’s performancecarefully. She didn’t share Nix’s penchant for pain andfor all her bragging knew she was at a disadvantage.Nonetheless, she was determined to show thegawking onlookers that she considered it a six withthe tawse a mere trifle.She threw a cheery grin to the audience andgave them a little wave before she folded herselfacross the Grand Master’s lap.For all her faults and foibles nobody couldaccuse Deborah Morton of being a muff and she tookthe six swipes with barely a wriggle or a squirm.As she climbed off Mr Humphries’s lap Debsyawned theatrically raising spontaneous applausefrom her supporters.

91Nixdown didn’t wait to be told to bend over thedesk; she strode across the stage and flattenedherself across the woodwork, positioning her butt upperfectly for the Grand Master to get a good crack ather.Having rearranged her garments Mr Humphrieswasted no time in partaking of her provocativeinvitation. He leathered Nixdown’s backside withunfettered alacrity. The singular thwack of the strappummeling naked flesh filled every corner of theGreat Hall. The thick leather strap colored Nix’s bum avivid scarlet from the tops of her thighs to the apex ofthe curvaceous moon. Nix resolutely maintainedperfect position, the waves of pain rushing over her inwaves of luscious ecstasy. The feel of the leatherslapping against her flesh was overwhelming her withexcitement and exhilaration. She made a mental noteask the Grand Master if she could borrow the strap toenliven her next session with Penny.Deborah was not greatly enthused by theinclusion of the Reform School Strap in the evening’sproceedings. The strap was a relatively recentacquisition of the Grand Master and Deborah hadbeen one of the early recipients. It was not anexperience she much cared to repeat.However, she spread herself across the deskand waited for the arrival of Armageddon.Mr Humphries’s arm rose and fell at abewildering pace, every slap of the strap landing withvenomous force. Deborah did her best to remaindefiantly dangled but the sheer force of the onslaughthad her wriggling and squirming in extreme agitation,

The Great Spank-Offand she was breathing very heavily when she rose toher feet.Nix once again nimbly tipped herself over theGrand Master’s knee and was trembling withanticipation. The thought of the vicious paddle atonce thrilled and panicked her. For a brief period thepaddle had been Mr Humphries’s weapon of choice soit had been unavoidable for Nix to become familiarwith its unique characteristics. When it splatted downon her right cheek she didn’t know whether to laughor cry, the pain was totally thrilling. Mr Humphriesrepeated his witty trick of bouncing the bat of thesame red and swollen spot on her right buttock.Despite her excitement Nix couldn’t ignore theremarkable effects of the stiff leather paddle and wasquickly kicking and struggling as the remorseless heatheightened in her upturned arse. When the GrandMaster had finished with her Nixdown took her ownsweet time before she breathlessly pushed herself upfrom his lap. Nonetheless she still found the time towink at Deborah and stick her tongue at heropponent. Debs glared back at her.

24Nixdown Plays Mind GamesDeborah Morton’s customary swagger lookedmarginally less than cocksure as she approached theGrand Master. Her last encounter with the paddle hadnot been a happy one. In one of his more lighthearted moods Mr Humphries had taken Deborahdown to the Brat Chamber and treated the grubbys tothe sight of her being paddled on her bare bum.Predictably Deborah had failed to see the humor inthis and when she told him so he had put her over hisknee again and spanked her some more.Deborah offered Mr Humphries her wrist andallowed him to lower her downwards. She gamelystretched herself into a full drape. The Grand Masterturned back her skirt and rolled down her bumbagsexposing her crimson behind. He took a tight holdaround Deborah’s waist and maneuvered her a littleso that her bottom was in poll position. He raised thepaddle in the air and slapped it down with aresounding crack. Deborah Morton felt the bloodrushing to her head, and as the paddle bombarded

The Great Spank-Offher she felt like she might choke. Involuntarily shestruggled and kicked and writhed as the heatintensified, but the Grand Master had a firm grip onher and pounded the same red spot unmercifully.Deborah Morton looked slightly ruffled as shescrambled to her feet.“Permission to loosen my tie sir,” shespluttered.The Grand Master looked across at Nix. “Areyou ready for loose tie time Nicola Jane?”Nix grinned foxily, “Oh no sir it wouldn’t do fora gal to look like some urchin.”“Sorry Deborah,” shrugged the Grand Master,“we have to keep things fair.”Deborah glared at Nix. Nixdown just winked ather and then turned to the Grand Master, “I think I’lltake six with the strap if you don’t mind sir,” she saidairily and wandered over to the desk and bentforward at the waist.Nixdown Nixon enjoyed life. She liked to drinkand smoke and give good head. Most of all she likedlowering her jodhpurs and having Penny thrash herwith her favorite riding crop. She did not enjoy thebeastly rituals of day-to-day punishment, thesweatings, collarings and inspections that so oftenpreceded hostile beatings; but as she told Jojo, theeffects of a damn good thrashing from someone youcare for was simply peerless. Nicola Jane was fond ofthe Grand Master, as best chum of his lover she oftenbenefited from his generosity. The prospect of havingher bum roasted by him, albeit with a fearsomeleather strap filled her with delight.

95Mr Humphries was aware that Nicola Jane wasfond of a lick or two and considered it his social dutyto ensure that her pert little bottom was enlivened inthe most charitable of manners. He laid into Nix as ifhe was beating a carpet and was rewarded by clearsigns of enlivenment. Nixdown’s toes tapped on thestage, her hips swung right and left at each heartyimpact and her head shook, splaying her long blondetresses from side to side. Nonetheless, when shearose she had an incorrigible smile on her face. Sheturned to Debs, “Wanna go?” she winked. “Its allyours.”Debs shot her a glance and flounced towardsthe desk.Prostrated over the desk with skirt turned backand her bumbags around her ankles Deborah Mortonawaited the inevitable arrival of the strap with sometrepidation. The opening medley of the tawse, strapand paddle had caused her considerably more gypthan she had anticipated and she had an unpleasantsuspicion that there was going to be a good deal ofbum blistering still to come before the contest wassettled.The strap exploded across her defenseless rearend, landing harshly across the epicenter of theswelling caused by the paddle. Before she could catchher breath the strap barrage continued, slap afterslap raining down without remission. The blowslanded so swiftly that she lost count so when thebombardment suddenly stopped she just hung overthe desk in a state of shock, her arms dangling andher beleaguered buttocks pulsating like a policebeacon. She struggled to regain a modicum of

The Great Spank-Offcomposure but when she finally managed to get toher feet she resembled a gal who had had all thebrag and bluster beaten out of her. Now she wasfaced with the unenviable task of selecting theinstrument for her back to back licking. The audiencewaited with baited breath.

25Not So Funny Now Nix“Now Deborah, I want you to put it up andkeep it up,” the Grand Master told her in a kindlyvoice as he tapped the tawse gently up and down onher crimson buttocks.Deborah Morton was spread out in a full drape,the tips of her fingers and toes balanced on thewooden stage. She had her eyes squeezed shut andher teeth clenched as she waited for the onslaught tocommence.Mr Humphries tapped the tawse down once,twice, thrice then unleashed hell.For Deborah Morton the next three minuteswere unmitigated misery, the Grand Master waslaying on the strokes at thirty second intervals, togive her ample opportunity to opt out.Debs wriggled and squirmed, she bucked andkicked, she moaned and groaned and yelpedoccasionally, but she stubbornly stayed over his kneeand took her licking.

The Great Spank-OffMr Humphries gave Nixdown Nixon a damngood larruping and was rewarded by considerableactivity from the gal spread out across his knees. Nixhad peaked during the last dose of the strap and thesheer ecstatic pleasure of the earlier thrashings wasbehind her. Now, every nerve-jangling slap of thetawse reminded her that the road to victory wasgoing to be long and painful. By the time MrHumphries had finished with her Nix had tumbled sofar over his knee that her nose was only inches fromthe floor of the stage, her energetic kicking had senther bumbags flying across the stage and they had tobe retrieved by a grubby before she could bereturned to the upright.Now it was Nix’s turn to be faced with thedilemma of making a bid. Her bottom felt as thoughshe had sat on a furnace and she desperately wantedto end the bout as soon as possible. She glancedacross at Deborah, who despite her efforts to bepoker faced had the unmistakable haunted, wretchedlook of a gal suffering from a well-whupped arse. Shelooked at the strap and the tawse and she looked atthe paddle. Even looking at the paddle made hertummy feel queasy but she knew that it would be themost expeditious way to bring the battle toconclusion. She took a deep breath and proposed sixwith the paddle, desperately willing Debs to decline.Deborah grimaced, her butt felt like a water filledballoon, every inch of it throbbed and achedrelentlessly, the prospect of being spanked with thepaddle was almost too horrible to contemplate,nonetheless she nodded her acceptance.“Oh shit,” breathed Nixdown.

99Nicola Jane Nixon had started the bout nimblyfolding herself across the Grand Master’s lap, but nowshe was stiff-legged and flopped across his lapinelegantly. Mr Humphries patiently maneuvered herinto position and rearranged her clothing. Nixdownwas filled with dread as she felt her bumbags slowlysliding down her legs and the cool air on her red-hotbottom as her skirt was folded back. Her confidencewas waning, she wasn’t even sure that she could takea full six. She would take what she could she toldherself resolutely and make it as hard for Deborah aspossible.The impact of the paddle on her sore andswollen buttock was almost enough to make herhowl. A second slap delivered on top of the first didmake her howl and a third on top of that made herholler.The Grand Master took a breather. “Do youwant me to continue,” he asked.For a moment there was silence then Nixgrunted, “Just fucking get it over with will you,” shesnarled.Mr Humphries chuckled, “Your wish is mycommand,” he said and whapped the paddle down onthe crown of her left cheek, eliciting an anguishedsquawk from Nixdown.The two remaining slaps were accompanied bysome hearty vocals from the wriggling, writhing formthat lay head down, arse up across Mr Humphries’slap. The Grand Master had to hold Nix down firmly asshe tried to avoid the horrific impact of the leathermaking contact with her scorched flesh.When he had finished she lay limply over hisknee, her face buried in her hands. For a moment she

The Great Spank-Offdidn’t dare get up in case the compulsion to ruboverwhelmed her. Finally she pushed herself up fromthe Grand Master’s lap and painfully shuffled acrossthe stage.

26Crisis TimeEvery slap that Nixdown had suffered throughhad accentuated Deborah’s gloom. As she allowedherself to be lowered into position she was close totears. From the outset of the competition she hadbeen determined to win. She wanted to show onceand for all that the gal who could take doubledanglings, could endure twelve stroke thrashings withthe violin bow, had suffered having the senior canebroken across her arse and tolerated more baconslicers than any other gal, was indeed the toughest inthe unit. Now she faced a crisis, not only did she haveto suffer through the six she was ready and drapedfor, but immediately after she was going to have tooffer up her swollen buns for another dose if shewanted to stay in the game. Deborah Morton tastedthe salty flavor of her tears as they slowly ran downher face.The paddle was moving at high velocity whenit collided with her backside. Deborah threw her headback and howled. The pain was so overwhelming thatshe thought she would pass out. She kicked and

The Great Spank-Offstruggled her way through the first three whaps,screaming and yelling and openly blubbing. She couldhardly speak when the Grand Master asked if shewished to continue but somehow she managed tocommunicate that he should proceed. The assault onher left buttock provoked more heart-wrenchingsqueals from the hapless competitor as the pain builtto a terrible crescendo.Deborah lay across Mr Humphries’ lap panting.She tried to clear the blur that was fogging her brain.She knew she had to make a bid to stay in thecontest but for a while it wouldn’t register.Mr Humphries gently tried to help her to herfeet but she shook off his hand.“I’ll stay over,” she gurgled barelycomprehensibly, “I’ll take six more with the paddle.”There was a shocked gasp in the audience.The excitement was obvious; surely one of themwould give in. The Woody gals smelled blood.“Holy fuck,” groaned Nix, “this is fuckinginsanity.” Then after a moment she added, “but countme in. I’m up for it.”“But please sir,” pleaded Debs, “please let meloosen my tie. I can’t breathe.”The Grand Master looked at Nicola Janeenquiringly. Nix just shrugged, she was passedplaying mind games; all she could think of was thatshe hoped somebody had a fire extinguisher handybecause any moment she was sure her bumbagswere going to ignite.Deborah ripped at her collar and tie. The topbutton of her blouse flew across the stage as shefrantically loosened her clobber, gulping in air like adrowning person. She was sobbing uncontrollably

103while Mr Humphries applied three explosive whaps toher squirming right buttock. He asked her whethershe wished for him to continue and she just grunted.Taking for this for yes Mr Humphries brought thepaddle down abruptly.The Grand Master was not prepared for thesheer power with which Deborah launched herselffrom his lap. Before he could react she was halfwayacross the stage, her hands pinning her skirt againsther tortured rump.“That’s it,” she sobbed, “I’m out; I’m fuckingwell out you lunatic!!!”Nixdown approached the Grand Master with anevident lack of enthusiasm.”I need four right?” she asked nervously.The Grand Master shook his head. “Five,” hetold her.“But she’s rubbing,” said Nix desperately,“doesn’t that disqualify the last one?”“Five,” the Grand Master said calmly. “Five forthe match.”“Holy fuck,” said Nixdown Nixon.Nicola Jane Nixon would have given anythingto be any place else except lying across MrHumphries’s lap with her scarlet backside profferedup for gratuitous chastisement. The thought of thepaddle landing on her welted butt made her feelgiddy. When the moment of truth was upon her shenearly jumped out of his lap. The pain wasmonumental but before she had time to think he hadcompounded it with two crashing whaps that madeher fill the hall with terrible screeches.

The Great Spank-OffThe Grand Master asked her if she wished tocontinue.“Of course I fucking do,” she snarled throughgritted teeth.Mr Humphries gave her a fourth whap to eventhe match. Nix was trying to make herself as small asshe could across his lap, scrunching herself up insome vain attempt to make herself invisible.“Put it up Nicola Jane,” the Grand Master saidnot unkindly, “I shall not proceed until you put it upproperly.”Somehow Nixdown managed to squirm herway into an acceptable position. The resounding slapof the paddle filled the hall, closely followed by Nixscreeching “FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!”at the top of her lungs.

27The Tails of Two SistersNicola Jane tried to hug Deborah, but Debspushed her away.“Get your fucking hands off me,” she sobbed.“I hate you, I fucking hate you!” and scampered fromthe stage.During the intermission Jojo and the Minxsterhugged each other and consoled each other over thesorry state of their arses.“I really wanted to go on,” groaned Lisa, “butthe thought of that paddle was just too much.”“Well I’m glad you didn’t,” admitted Joanna,“that paddle really smarts.”Penelope Ann had been allowed backstage andwas canoodling with Nix and rubbing her poor sorebottom for her.Deborah was nowhere to be seen.The four remaining contestants were pacing upand down, preparing themselves for the upcomingbarrage of pain that they were bound to endure. The

The Great Spank-Offgrubbys silently passed amongst them handing outglasses of icy champagne and iced flannels.Cathryn Cassidy was pondering the wisdom ofhaving spent the afternoon getting laid by herboyfriend Mark. She was watching her sister Cassiesplayed out across the Grand Master’s lap getting herbum warmed with the two-tailed tawse and it struckher that post coital bliss was not necessarily anappropriate precursor to a long night of serious bumburning.The matching of the two Cassidy sisters hadresulted in a week of friendly sibling rivalry. Since hervictory over Ginger Beckett Cassie Cassy was back toher normal cheerful self.“I proved that I can take a whopping and keepon bopping,” she proudly told Jojo and Nix.Cathryn had indulged her younger sister buthad playfully warned her that if she got too cocky shewas perfectly within her rights to take Cassie up tothe library and give her a damn good licking.The Bounder had made Cathryn the marginalfavorite to win but nobody doubted that Cassie wouldgive her a run for her money.Cassandra Cassidy could take six with thetawse standing on her head. She lay patiently acrossthe Grand Master’s lap while he slapped the tawsedown then pushed herself up with a grin on her face.Cathryn sighed and replaced her sister. Cat washaving difficulty focusing on the job at hand, her mindkept wandering back to the delicious memory of Markforcing her down over the kitchen table andpenetrating her from behind. She was rudely

107awakened from her daydream by the crisp thwack ofthe tawse arriving to enliven her nerve endings.Cathryn gritted her teeth and resolved to concentrate.She was confident that she could outlast her sisterbut she was acutely aware that Cassie was nopushover. She focused on the floor of the woodenstage and braced herself.Cassie slithered her chest across the big deskand stretched out. A few weeks earlier Cassie hadmade the acquaintance of the Reform School Strapand had been extremely impressed. She concentratedon keeping her breathing even and repeated theWoody mantra, ‘it’s only whops’, over and over in herhead.The Grand Master delivered the six strokes ofthe strap in quick succession. Impressively CassieCassy held fast and took lash after lash unflinchingly,showing no signs of discomfort when she arose.Cassie straightened her clobber and turned andwinked at her sister.The first tawsing had served as an adequatereminder to Cathryn that in order to earn victory shewould need to dismiss all thoughts of the earlier bendover touch your toes, rumpy pumpy up it goes, fromher mind. She stretched her long legged body outacross the desk and put her well-formed backside upprominently.Like her sister Cathryn was familiar with theeffects of the Reform School Strap and was confidentthat she could absorb the session with ease. Howevershe couldn’t help noticing that Mr Humphries was

The Great Spank-Offlaying it on pretty thick and two of the strokes causedher to involuntarily crook her leg at the knee and kickback in consternation.When she stood up she had a mild scowl onher face. Without asking she reached up andunfastened the top button of her blouse and loosenedher tie, then crossed the stage to where her blazerhad been hung up, dug into the pocket, pulled out acigarette and lit it.Mr Humphries chuckled, “I’m not sure that’sallowed under competition conditions Cathryn,” helaughed.Cat shrugged, “Oh who gives a fuck?” shedrawled, “my arse hurts.” The audience clapped theirhands and hooted with laughter.Mr Humphries stared at Cathryn thoughtfullybut said nothing, instead turning to Cassie andindicating for her to approach.

28“Good Luck Sis!”Cassandra Cassidy had a reputation forgiggling after she had been beaten, but the oneoccasion when she hadn’t giggled was following herintroduction to the Grand Master’s leather paddle.With a sense of foreboding she laid herself out acrossMr Humphries’s lap.The Grand Master lowered the younger Cassidysister across his lap, positioning her so that herbottom was perched up nicely. He took his timerearranging her clothing, and then gently rubbed thepaddle over her naked flesh in a slow circular motion.Cassie had her arms spread out to shoulderwidth, the palms of her hands flat against the woodenstage, her head was tucked in between her arms andher long blond ponytail trailed down to the floor.The paddle slapped down, leaving itstrademark red hot spot on the crown of her rightbuttock. Cassie blinked but managed to remain still.She breathed a small sigh of relief. It was the firststroke that she always dreaded, once that was over

The Great Spank-Offwith she was better able to prepare herself, knowingexactly what to expect.The Grand Master proceeded to worry thesame spot with quick, hard slaps, but despite thedeep concentration of pain in her right cheek Cassiestayed perfectly still, staring fixedly down at the floorof the stage and focusing on absorbing the terriblesting.The Cassidy sisters were as thick as thievesand Cathryn watched her sister being spanked with asense of consanguine pride. Cat knew fromexperience that her sister was a tough cookie asduring her term in the Elite, she had occasion to caneher sister on several occasions. Cathryn had earnedherself a reputation for her proficiency with theashplant; always delivering good tight lickings thathad made some of the toughest gals hop. However,Cassie had always taken her whops without complaintand had merely grinned and thanked her sister whenthey were over.As the two sisters swapped places Cathrynsmiled indulgently at Cassie, “You think you’resomething don’t ya kiddo?” she chuckled.Cassie grinned, “Good luck sis.”Stretched out across the Grand Master’s lapwith her bumbags around her ankles, Cathryn Cassidywas keenly aware that she needed a darn sight morethan luck if she was to win the bout. She knew fromexperience that the paddle was capable of making agal’s eyes water. Cat did her best to stay still but MrHumphries’s jolly jape of landing all six on the samespot proved too much and she was soon scissoringher legs frantically and writhing in his lap in the vain

111hope that he may miss. Mr Humphries had her noseto the floor and had no intention of missing; heleathered her arse with expert efficiency.Cassie Cassy bid a half dozen with the tawseand took another trip across Mr Humphries knee. Herconfidence was building; she was far into the zoneand felt that she could go on all night. After the sixthstroke she hopped up, beaming cheerfully.Cat Cassidy blew smoke through her nostrilsand stubbed out her cigarette. She took her time,slowly approaching the Grand Master and offeringhim her wrist and a wry smile. Once she had beenlowered into position she stretched out and settled in.“I’ll stay over and take six more,” Cathryn saidthrough clenched teeth.The Grand Master looked over at Cassie whonodded her agreement. The Grand Master raised thetwin tailed tawse in the air and slashed it downwards.Cat gritted her teeth. She had managed to takethe last six with relatively little movement but as thetawse rebounded from her naked bum to start thenew set her legs scissored in agitation.Mr Humphries spaced the strokes out evenlygiving Cat plenty of opportunity to cash in her chipswhenever she wanted to. Cat’s long dark hair swishedfrom side to side but she remained steadfastly inposition giving no indication she was ready toconcede. When the Grand Master helped her to herfeet she looked surprisingly fresh and unperturbed.

The Great Spank-OffCassie Cassy had no intention of throwing thetowel in and immediately replaced her sister in thetime-honored position. After enduring six heartycracks it was Cassie’s turn to bid again.

29“Oh You Little Shit”“Oh you little shit,” groaned Cathryn whenCassandra bid six with the paddle. “You really dothink you’re something don’t you kiddo!”The Grand Master worked the left buttock ofCassie’s upturned bum, whap, whap, whapping thesweet spot until she finally began to squirm a little.Cassie determinedly tried to stay still but by the timethe sixth slap exploded off her scorched flesh theagitated way her toes were tapping on the wood floorexposed the increasing discomfort she wasexperiencing. Nonetheless when she pushed herselfup she put a brave face on it and winked at hersister.Cathryn Cassidy was not enthusiastic aboutoffering up her bottom to have her left buttockblistered with the leather paddle so she took her ownsweet time in draping her elegant form across MrHumphries knee. Her heart was pounding and herhands were clammy as she spread herself out. She

The Great Spank-Offwinced inwardly as she felt the familiar motion of herskirt being slowly turned back, followed by themeticulous lowering of her navy blue bumbags. Shegritted her teeth when she felt the cool of the leatherslowly circling her flesh. Then WHAP! The paddlelanded with full force and the blood rushed to herhead as she jerked forward in Mr Humphries’s lap.The second slap tipped her further over so even herlong legs no longer reached the ground. MrHumphries had her round the waist and cracked thepaddle down hard. Cathryn was kicking her legs andpummeling the stage with her fists. The pain was sointense that she felt as though lighted candles wereburning her flesh. Despite her animated reactions tothe fiery impact of the paddle Cathryn had nointention of quitting, she dug into her reserves,gritted her teeth and carried on wriggling andsquirming.Cathryn Cassidy had no intention of biddingthe paddle again, she considered the tawse but thendecided she had done enough nose to the floor forthe moment and proposed six with the Reform SchoolStrap.Cathryn actually felt quite comfortable bentacross the large desk. Her long slender frame wasperfectly designed for the position and she found itpreferable to being physically held down across MrHumphries’s lap like a Little Brat. Over the yearsCathryn had bent over a lot of desks; ranging fromthe slope topped desks of the lecture room’s to thelarge oak desk in the Deputy Grand Dame’s study. Atleast bending over a good desk she felt supported,her only objection was Mr Humphries’s insistence that

115her arms limply dangle over the far side instead ofletting her fold them on top of the desk and rest herhead on them.Cathryn wriggled her hips and prepared for theonslaught. Mr Humphries raised the strap in the airand brought it down with a volatile thud. The straplanded firmly astride the swollen hot spot that thepaddle had raised on each of her cheeks. She gaspedwith dismay, the pain was simply unendurable, butbefore she could protest a second swipe tantalizedthe exact same spots.Vainly Cathryn crooked her leg in an effort toward off the strap but it crashed home a third time.That was enough for Cat; the Old Gal leapt to herfeet and nimbly removed her backside from the firingline.“That’s it,” she gasped, “keep that thing awayfrom me, I’m out!”Cassandra Cassidy felt like the eyes of thewhole world were focused on her. She had neverdoubted that she could outlast her sister and nowvictory was just four harsh swipes of the strap away.She bent over and braced herself.The first thwack sent shudders through herwhole body but she stayed down. The second madeher giddy but she stayed down. Mr Humphriesthrashed the strap down again, making Cassie feelnauseous, but she stayed down. The audiencewatched with baited breath as the ultimate strikesnaked through the air, landing against Cassie’sunprotected nates with extreme prejudice and sheleapt to her feet. She hissed and she hopped and she

The Great Spank-Offflapped her arms but she never rubbed. Her sisterrushed to her and hugged her.“Tell you what kiddo,” she said admiringly,“you really are something!”

30Vix to the RescueThe enthusiastic applause that greeted ClaireBrooks as she stepped forward was a tribute to thepopularity of one of the all-time great mega-minxes.However, Claire’s welcome was over-shadowed by therapturous reception Lady Victoria Brompton receivedas she joined Claire on the stage.On the previous afternoon, Heidi Alexanderand Linda Ash, who were in town on grubbing duties,had been accosted by six female members of thelocal chapter of the notorious Confederacy of Yoofs.In deference to their status as Extreme-Ladettes, the Confederacy generally left the inmatesof the Back to School unit to their own devices.However, the six girls were cocktailed up and lookingfor a little recreation.They surrounded Heidi and Linda andproceeded to poke fun at their neatly pressedclobber, grabbing their boaters and using them asFrisbee’s. The two Woody gals vainly tried to regaintheir property but they were out-numbered and the

The Great Spank-Offbullies cuffed them around the ears and kicked themin the shins.Fortuitously Lady Victoria Brompton happenedalong and, seeing her chums in trouble, hurriedfearlessly into the fray. Despite being out-weighedand out-numbered she grabbed two of the burlybullies by their ears and bashed their heads togetherwith such force that the two girls tottered giddilyaway, holding their heads and gurgling in shock.Two of the Yoofs roughly grabbed Victoriafrom behind and attempted to wrestle her to theground. Vix gamely tried to struggle free so that shecould face them but they were hefty girls and shefound herself being punched and kicked as they heldher.Across the street, the Bounder was in thebookies, waiting for the results of the 4:30steeplechase at Cheltenham. When she saw Vix, Heidiand Linda struggling with the Yoofs she cast aside hercopy of the Sporting Life, leapt to her feet and spedfrom the betting shop, stopping only to pick up ahandy piece of wood that she spotted on thecurbside. She raced over to the brawl and gave oneof the bullies a hearty tap on the noggin with hernewly acquired cudgel, knocking the girl to theground and then proceeded to give her a damn goodkicking.With only one Yoof left to contend with Vixeasily shook herself free, put up her dukes anddelivered a swift one-two that blackened the bully’seye and bloodied her nose.Now the odds had been evened out Heidi andLinda were also giving a good account of themselves.The cowardly Yoofs didn’t have the stomach for a

119proper scrap and hurriedly had it on their toes, lickingtheir wounds and shouting threats over theirretreating shoulders.Victoria called the Grand Master who directedher to take the Brats to a Woody-friendly bar andpromised he would be along sharpish to escort themback to the facility.The Bounder took a detour back to the bookieswhere she discovered she had won significant quidson her nag, which she considered an appropriatereward for her assistance in the scuffle. Bernadettegenerously shared her winnings with a bottle of icedbubbles and by the time Mr Humphries arrived thefour inmates were excitedly recalling their recentadventure.Mr Humphries was partial to glass or two ofbubbles himself so he replenished the ice-bucket.Victoria accepted the applause of the audiencein the Great Hall with a polite curtsy and then leanedover and hugged her opponent.Mr Humphries stepped forward and performedthe coin toss which resulted in Claire going first. Thetwo chums removed their blazers and hung them up.Claire was her usual immaculate self. Victoria lookedfabulous in her red-shirt and black tie, her dark hairbrushed back under a matching red hair band.Mr Humphries picked up the tawse and satdown on the chair placed in the center of the stage.He nodded at Claire, “Whenever you’re ready MissBrooks,” he smiled.Claire grinned, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,”and crossed towards the chair. She offered the Grand

The Great Spank-Offmaster her wrist and stretched her long, lithe bodyout across his lap. She pushed up her hips andallowed her bumbags to be slipped down. MrHumphries raised the tawse in the air and slapped itdown. Claire Brooks sighed. She predicted she was infor a long and painful evening.

31An Aristocratic PerformanceThe audience watched in awed silence as LadyVix lowered herself over Mr Humphries’s lap. Thelook on her face showed that she dreaded thethought of having to suffer more slaps of the leatherpaddle. It had been a long hard fought battlebetween the two gals. Finally after forty-four bumburning slaps of the paddle, strap and tawse ClaireBrooks had finally tearfully conceded leaving LadyVictoria three painful slaps from victory.Lady Victoria Brompton could trace her familytree back to before the Normans. Her lineagecontained many famous characters from historyincluding writers, artists, several debauched poets,and a significant amount of noble warriors. Victoria’smother had been a famous socialite and considered agreat beauty. Although Vicky had inherited hermother’s looks she was very much her father’sdaughter. Lord Brompton owned a hugecommunications empire and his newspapers and TVstations were renowned for championing the causes

The Great Spank-Offof the under-privileged and socially neglected. Victoriawas the youngest of his brood which included fourbrothers who had taught their baby sister to cuss andbrawl at an early age. In the hurly burly world ofBrompton Castle Victoria had learned to be strongand tough.Laying face down across the Grand Master’slap Victoria felt neither strong nor brave. Her backsidethrobbed terribly from the terrible pummeling that ithad endured. Her clobber was in disarray, the top twobuttons of her red shirt were unfastened and her tiewas unknotted almost to her midriff. Her hair hadcome free from her headband and was falling acrossher face.Lady Victoria Brompton yelped as the leatherpaddle collided with her sore defenseless behind.Claire Brooks felt as if her small flat bottomhad swollen up to the size of a watermelon. The finalstroke of the paddle had been unendurable and forthe first time in years she was unable to stop herselffrom sobbing. Watching Vicky being spanked, withher hands clutching her poor burning bottom shelooked a picture of abject misery.The Grand Master cracked down the equalizingslap, enlisting an anguished squeal from thearistocrat. She bucked and kicked and looked asthough she may leap up. The Grand Master raised thepaddle.“Are you ready Victoria?” he asked in a kindlyvoice.

123It had been the longest bout of thetournament. Predictably the two gals had taken theirearly tawsings, strappings and paddlings withoutshowing much concern. Alternately they had bid thetawse and the strap before Claire had sensed thatVictoria may be waning and took six with the paddle.However, Vix was far from finished and took her sixthen bid another session with the paddle. The secondsessions were truly monumental, Mr Humphries laid iton so thick that both gals leapt to their feet duringthe paddlings, but bravely they both returned to hisknee to put it up and keep it up.By the time they had each received forty-twowhacks both gals were clearly distressed. Their eyeswere watering and they constantly wiped their faceswith the sleeves of their blouses. Claire knew that thiswas going to be her last session; she would call thepaddle and stay down as long as she could bear it.Victoria leapt up hissing. The last stroke hadbeen a cracker, catching her on the tenderest andmost swollen spot on her arse. Tears fell freely downher face as she fought the temptation to touch herbehind. Momentarily she was declared the winner andshe gratefully leaned back and began to rub.Jojo looked at the poster that Vix was holdingout advertising the forthcoming weeks competition.“Wooden Saturday,” it announced, “they’regonna be cooking. Smoked and well seasoned buttsall night long!”“That geezer of yours is fucking barking,”muttered Vix.