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

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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Great</strong> <strong>Spank</strong>-<strong>Off</strong>stripes 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.<strong>The</strong> Grand Master <strong>to</strong>ok his time, allowingDeborah the opportunity <strong>to</strong> concede, beforeunleashing a second stripe from hell. <strong>The</strong> 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 <strong>to</strong>roll 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 <strong>to</strong> her feet. Her handsshot back and for a moment it looked as if she wasgoing <strong>to</strong> rub. Somehow with her fingers just inchesfrom her <strong>to</strong>rtured behind she managed <strong>to</strong> s<strong>to</strong>pherself. She s<strong>to</strong>od 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 <strong>to</strong> 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. <strong>The</strong>final two strokes cut through like a knife throughbutter but somehow she managed <strong>to</strong> stay down. Fornearly a minute she hung over the chair, not wanting

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