Volume 26 – Café Woodys - The Woody Back to School Unit

Café WoodysThe size of the cheque from the sportsmagazine and Lady Derby’s frequent replenishment ofher champagne flute had revived Deborah’s spiritssomewhat. Although her backside was still tenderfrom the earlier excursion over Rachel’s knee thespanking was quite tolerable.Cat was delivering the smacks in a leisurelyand systematic manner. Six slow spanks to the rightbuttock followed by six on the left. Deborah settledinto the rhythm, wriggling and squirming theatrically.Every now and again the camerawoman would crouchdown and Deborah would dutifully contort her faceinto a silent howl.Cat delivered a second leisurely set of twelvespanks that were barely an inconvenience to a whophardenedveteran like Deborah Morton. It occurred toDebs that at five hundred quid a spank it was goodwork if you could get it. She hammed it up for thecamera.“Jeez,” panted Debs. The sudden full-on blitzattack had caught her unawares. Twelve full bloodedspanks had rained down on her unsuspectingposterior at a rapid pace. Involuntarily her legs hadscissored spastically, her fists had pummeled the airand her head had shaken from side to side.“Perfect,” applauded the camerawoman asDebs shocked face was caught up front and personal.“Yowser!” groaned Debs as the camerawomanbusied herself photographing her squirming rear end.Cathryn helped Debs to her feet and put herarms around her. “Are you okay,” she asked.