Volume 15 – The Woodettes - The Woody Back to School Unit

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.

ContentsThe Great Button Busting Scam ............... 1Full Clobber Probation ................................ 5Woodys En Vogue ......................................... 9Old Acquaintance’s .................................... 13Miss Spanky Botts ...................................... 17The Real Deal .............................................. 21A Posh Coat ................................................. 25Miss Christy Cranfield ............................... 29Openers and Closers .................................. 33www.woodettes.com ................................. 37Totally Nailed .............................................. 41A Double Bender ......................................... 45Ready and Waiting ..................................... 49Rank Foolishness ....................................... 53Contrasting Reform Plans ........................ 57A Harsh Call ................................................. 61High Moral Standards ............................... 65A Launch Party ........................................... 69The Original Woodettes ............................ 73Miss Karen Masters.................................... 77Miss Cathy Cooper ..................................... 81The Wart’s Return ...................................... 85A Trashing Before a Thrashing ............... 89The Wye-tipped Cane ................................ 93Malicious Obsessions ................................ 97Extreme Rubbing ...................................... 101

1The Great Button Busting ScamThe inmates of the Woody Back to School unithollered and whooped as Claire Brooks lowered KatieBeck over her lap and turned back the hem of hergymslip.Claire Brooks had been horrified to find a notein her laundry pigeon-hole instructing her to report toKatie’s office for handing in her blouse for laundry ina clobber abusive condition.Claire held a unique record at the facility. Shewas the only inmate in its ten year history who hadnever been punished for breaking any of the copiousrules, regulations and protocols known as the Politicsof Clobber.Claire gaped at Katie. The unit’s matron shookout the crisply starched white blouse and laid it faceup on the desk. There was no question that it was inan abusive condition; the third button down wasmissing.

The Woodettes“That’s impossible,” gasped Claire, “I checkedthat blouse last night before I handed it in forlaundry. There is no way on earth that I would havehanded it in with a missing button.”“I can only judge matters based upon thelaundry supervisor’s report,” said Katie. “According tothe paperwork the button was missing when theytook custody of it. You’re due for a dusting.”Claire continued to gape at Katie.Katie Beck was settling Claire in over her kneeswhen Mr Humphries stepped into her office.“Not so fast, Katie. Let her up. There’ssomething I’d like to talk to you about,” he told her.The Grand Master reviewed Katie’s applicationto slipper Claire. Slippering of members of the Elitefor clobber abuse was rare but not totallyunprecedented. Katie had listed half a dozen previousinstances of prefects being dusted for variouscontraventions of the Politics of Clobber. Thepaperwork was meticulous and the case seemed bonafide. Under the circumstances the Grand Master feltobliged to endorse the application.The Grand Master was drinking his morningcoffee and smoking a cigarette. He idly clicked hismouse on the electronic punishment record databaseon the GalGab web-site. He went to a pull downmenu and filtered down to the number of inmateswho had recently been slippered by Katie for handingin blouses in a state similar to the one she had justshown him. He sipped his coffee thoughtfully andthen picked up his cell-phone.

3“Miss Beck said she’d take away our contract ifwe didn’t make quota.” the supervisor told the GrandMaster. “We needed the work so we started bustingbuttons. She was very pleased and gave me somegenerous bonuses.”“And you were button busting last night?”“Oh yes sir,” the supervisor assured him. “TheBrooks button sir. Miss Beck was very specific. Blousenumber 3246. We found it and we busted the button,third down from the neck. Did we do good sir?”Katie wrung her hands and gnashed her teethin despair. As usual it was Patty Hodge who had puther in a jam. For the past few weeks Katie had beenregaling her cohorts on the Radical Right with blow byblow accounts of the slew of slipperings she wasdelivering as a result of her brilliant button-bustingscam. She picked her targets artfully, focusing on themost clobber-challenged inmates and targeting galswho had previously handed their blouses in forlaundry with missing buttons. She had worked out aschedule for the remainder of the year and figuredshe could effortlessly slipper three bonus inmates aweek without attracting attention to her nefariousactivities. It was a whop junkie’s dream.Patty was envious of Katie’s bonus bumroastings. She was going through a personal whopcrisis. In the past her cronies had been generousabout spreading around the whops and making sureshe scored her daily fix. Recently, however, hersupply seemed to have dried up. Her chums wereeither choosing to whop the inmates locally, or tosend them directly to the Grand Master’s office to becaned. It was not a situation that pleased Patricia

The Woodetteshad all made similar errors previously and eventhough they were convinced they’d checked thegarments before handing them in there was alwaysan element of doubt in their minds and they acceptedthe slipperings with stoic resignation. The sound ofClaire rebounding the leather-soled slipper off Katie’snaked rear end was music to their ears.By the time she was allowed to return to thevertical Katie was looking visibly cowed. She rubbedher eyes with the cuff of her blouse and flounced offthe stage with her head hung low and her handslooking suspiciously like they were prepared forrubbing.Cathryn Cassidy smiled at Katie. Cat had takenparticular care over her appearance. She had dressedin a micro-mini gymslip that barely covered herbumbags, black hose with a matching suspender beltand three-inch stiletto heels. She wore her collarunfastened and her tie hung out over the bib of hergymslip. She had donned her trademark boater andwore it at a jaunty angle.Katie Beck stood with her hands on her head,the bib of her gymslip lowered and her tie slung backover her shoulder. Cathryn whistled cheerfully as sheinspected the unit matron’s clobber and occasionallyblew cigarette smoke in her face.The news that she was being put on fullclobber probation was devastating enough for Katie.The news that her bête noire, Cathryn Cassidy, wasbeing appointed as her probation officer made herfeel quite bilious.

7“It’s all your fault,” Katie fumed at Patty. “I hada perfectly good scam going and now you’ve ruinedit.”“You’re a grown woman Katie,” retorted Pattysanctimoniously. “You make your own decisions andsuffer the consequences accordingly.”“You told me to slipper her,” said Katie angrily.“No I did not Katie,” said Patty sharply. “Imerely suggested it would be a wizard wheeze. Thiswas not Radical Right business, this was Politics ofClobber business and that’s your department.”“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” growled Katie Beck.Cathryn grinned to herself. She took her timeinspecting every hem and thread of Katie’s clobber.Cat was amongst the most perennially clobberchallengedof the inmates and had suffered manylong hot slipperings bent like a bow across Katie’sknee. The opportunity to give the facility’s matron adose of her own medicine was really quite delightful.Katie was beginning to sweat. Cathryn wasapplying all the subtle tricks that Katie had deployedover the years to make clobber inspections asdisagreeable as possible. Working from the rear wasalways a successful tactic. Raising the back of thecollar or the hem of a skirt and whimsically muttering,“And what have we got here?” was guaranteed tosend goose bumps down a gal’s spine. CathrynCassidy played Katie like a fish.Katie stomped out of the haberdasher’s ladendown with bags filled with clobber. She had beenstunned by the availability. Normally by the beginningof summer everything would have been sold out and

The Woodettesshe was expecting to have to have her new clobberspecial ordered. However, the racks were filled withgymslips, blazers and blouses of every size.As she wandered through the town in searchof a cab she was amazed to observe the amount ofhigh fashion chicks who were dressed in the red andblack striped blazers, white blouses and red andblack-striped ties as worn by the inmates of theWoody Back to School unit.

3Woodys En VogueDeborah Morton was greatly alarmed whenHeidi Alexander stopped her in the quadrangle andinformed her that the Grand Master wanted to seeher. Debs was taking a spin around the quad in a vaineffort to walk off six very hot stripes that she hadrecently acquired up in the library. The caning hadbeen a routine affair relating to Deborah publiclyrubbishing Claire Brooks.Claire and Debs were tight but publicrubbishing of prefects was a zero tolerance offence.Claire had no other choice other than to issueDeborah a red card and send her to wait outside thelibrary.Debs spent fifteen minutes with her hands onher head and her nose pressed to the wall while shewaited to be caned. The prospect of being reunitedwith Claire’s ashplant was extremely unappealing. Onthree earlier occasions Deborah had been given theopportunity to study the prefect’s considerable artistrywith her whippy stick. Debs, who was an expert insuch matters, considered Claire to be one of the

The Woodetteshottest whoppers in the history of the Elite. Her heartwas pounding as she heard the click of the prefect’sheels as she entered the landing.Under the circumstances it was an amiableaffair. There was no question that Debs was bang torights so little discussion was required. Debsappreciated Claire allowing her to loosen her collarand cuffs before she bent over. She flexed her calfmuscles and then reached down and touched hertoes.The caning was a business-like affair. Deborahgamely put it up and kept it up allowing Claire todeliver a good, clean thrashing without anyunpleasant mishaps.Once business was over the two chumshugged and Deborah decided she’d take a spinaround the quad to see if she could walk off some ofthe heat.“He told me to tell you not to be worried,” saidHeidi quickly. “I’m pretty sure whops aren’t on theagenda.”Deborah Morton breathed a heartfelt sigh ofrelief.The Grand Master poured Debs a glass ofchardonnay and offered her a seat.“Would you mind terribly if I stand up, sir?”asked Deborah. She flushed slightly. “You might haveseen on Breaking Whops that I just got six. I’mfeeling a little tender.”“Yes, I saw that. How was it?” enquired MrHumphries.“Claire always does a good job, sir,” reportedDebs. “It was probably an eight point five.”

11“She’s a good closer I hear,” remarked theGrand Master.“Oh yes, sir,” confirmed Deborah. “A perfectfive-bar gate. The last one’s still sizzling.”Mr Humphries just grinned and handed Debs amagazine. It was the color supplement to the Sundaynewspaper. On the front was a picture of Deborah,Jojo and Lisa Sutton taken at the tribunal. The mainfeature article was entitled ‘The Whops and ClobberZeitgeist’. Deborah thumbed through the pagescuriously. The report included pictures of some of theworld’s most fashion conscious celebrities dressed infull Woody clobber.“Holy smoking bumbags, Woodys en Vogue,”gasped Deborah.“That’s not all,” said Mr Humphries. “I just tooka call from a lady named Spanky Botts.”“Who?” asked Debs.“Miss Spanky Botts,” repeated the GrandMaster. “She seems an affable cove and she wantsthe unit’s approval to launch a new web-site calledwww.woodettes.com. I took a look and it’s veryprofessional. I’m going to have Nicola Jane run thetrial version on the GalGab site and we’ll take a vote.”Deborah nodded. She wondered why theGrand Master had chosen to share this informationwith her personally. The sizzler was working overtimeunder her bumbags and giving her considerable gyp.She was in desperate need of a trip across RosemaryBooker’s lap to have some soothing balms rubbed intoher stripes. She wondered whether there was anyway to bow out of this conversation gracefully.“She’d like to interview you for the launch ifthe web-site meets with our approval,” continued the

The WoodettesGrand Master. “Miss Botts is willing to compensateyou handsomely. I told her that I’d run the idea byyou.”“Interview me? What about?” asked Debs.“Whops and clobber?”“What else?” smiled the Grand Master.“Great. Just great,” Deborah groaned. “I wouldhave thought that after the tribunal all the secrets ofmy bumbags were already exposed.” Her browfurrowed. “How much is handsomely?” she asked.Mr Humphries pulled out a fountain pen andwrote on a napkin. He handed the paper to Debs.“Whoa,” she gasped. “Holy shit! Is there reallythis much dosh in Whops and Clobber?”“Apparently so,” said the Grand Master. “I takeit you’ll be looking at the site then?”Deborah swallowed down her drink. “I’ll becutting right along if you don’t mind, sir,” she saidand started to head towards the door. She washalfway across the room when she stopped andturned around. “If the site goes ahead I’ll do theinterview,” she told the Grand Master, “but there isone stipulation. Tell this Spanky Botts person that Irefuse to discuss the fabulous fart.”

4Old Acquaintance’sThroughout the week the inmates of theWoody Back to School unit reviewed the proposedwww.woodettes.com website. The web site containedthe full transcripts of the tribunal and collections ofarticles relating to the facility’s many celebrityLadettes.The Whops and Clobber cult was gainingmomentum and reaching epic proportions. Thestreets of London, Paris, Milan and New York werefilled with fashionable young women adorned inreplicas of Woody clobber.Bernadette Summers rubbed her bumbags withglee. “This could be a fucking gold-mine,” she told theinmates. “I’m going to have my Uncle Stacks set up anight shift in his sweat shops and we’re going tocrank out a whole line of genuine Woody clobber. Weneed to find out who this Spanky Botts punter is. Herweb-site looks like a good outlet.”

The Woodettes“I emailed her and then we spoke on thephone,” reported Deborah. “She’s very nice but she isalso quite bizarre. I think we should arrange ameeting and see what she has to say?”“Why don’t we invite her to next Saturday’sfeast?” suggested the Grand Master.On Saturday evening a white stretch limousineentered the campus and glided up the driveway. Jojo,Nix, Debs and Rosemary were waiting to greet theirguest.The door opened and a woman in her midtwentiesstepped out. She was perfectly attired inWoody Clobber and had a smile on her face. Debsreached out her hand, “You must be Spanky,” shesmiled.Spanky reached over to shake hands butDeborah was immediately distracted. Her mouth hadfallen open and her eyes bulged like saucers. Asecond woman had stepped out of the limo.“Christy, oh my gawd! Christy!” Debs squealed.“I don’t believe it! What are you doing here?”Deborah rushed over and threw her arms around thesecond guest.Christy was also dressed in a red and blackstriped blazer, a crisp white blouse and the Woodytie.“I thought you were in Manhattan makingmillions for some merchant bank,” gasped Debs.“I was,” said Christy, “then Spanky made mean offer I just couldn’t refuse.”“This is the Christy Cranfield you’re alwaystalking about?” asked Jojo in a low voice.

15“Yes, the very same,” Debs whispered back.“She was the President of Posh during my last year atQueensgate. She caned me thirty-nine times but wewere still great chums.”“Oh,” giggled Jojo. “As reasonable a basis for afriendship as any I suppose.”Debs slipped her arm through Christy’s. “DoesMs Gascoigne know that you’re here?”Christy shook her head. “Ms Gascoigne? Howformal. Is that what you call her?”Debs shrugged. “Just when we’re on campus.It avoids confusion.”Christy looked thoughtful. “Ms Gascoigne,” shemused. “I like that. So tell me has she ever caned yousince you were sent here?”Deborah rolled her eyes. “Caned me? Christy,you probably don’t fully understand this place. Ofcourse she’s caned me. In fact on several occasionsshe’s absolutely creamed me!”“Christy!” squealed Pauline.“Ms Gascoigne,” smiled Christy and reachedover and hugged her old friend.“Oh my gawd,” said the Dame responsible forlecturing in economics at the facility. “It’s beenforever since I last saw you, it was …”Pauline and Christy fell silent and lookedembarrassed.“It’s okay,” said Deborah. “It was the night ofmy arrest. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know I’dbeen targeted by Malicious fucking Forsham-Smythe.”She smiled. “Why don’t you catch up on old times,I’m going to freshen up for the feast.” She reached

The Woodettesover and hugged Christy. “I’m so pleased to see you,”she said happily. “I’ve really missed you.”“How’s she doing?” Christy asked Pauline.“As well as can be expected being banged upin here,” replied the Dame. “She’s the same old Debs;she still suffers from compulsive-impulsive behaviorsyndrome. I try to cut her as much slack as I can butyou know Deborah she’ll always push the envelopeover the limit so every now and again I’m forced tothrash her.” Pauline Gascoigne sighed. “I hope youdon’t think that makes me a bad person.”Christy hugged Pauline. “She knows that you’rejust doing your job. There’s one thing we both knowabout Debs, she’s one tough cookie. That gal cantake a licking.” Christy Cranfield cocked her head.“One thing I’m curious about though. She told methat you absolutely creamed her. What the fuck doesthat mean?”

5Miss Spanky BottsThe Famous Four took Spanky and Christy on atour of the facility. Their guests were clearlyenamored with all things Woody and listened intentlyas the world’s most notorious mega-minxes regaledthem with stories of the consequences of their manymisadventures. They were especially impressed whenthey took them to the Grand Masters study andshowed them the wide range of artillery that he keptin his tallboy.“I hope you don’t mind,” Spanky told Nix, “butI found out where you have your clobber tailored andgot mine made there too.”Nixdown grinned amiably, “and very spiffy youlook too.”“I started designing the website as a tribute toyour victory at the tribunal,” Spanky explained. “I’veposted the transcripts and any photos I could get ourhands on. I have hired a small staff to maintain thesite. They’re very dedicated and but first we want tomake sure that it meets with your approval.”

The Woodettes“We took a poll,” said Nixdown. “Miss Bottsyou are in the Whops and Clobber business.”“Bottoms up to that,” giggled Jojo.Spanky Botts and Christy Cranfield werethrilled at their reception in the Great Hall. They werefeted as guests of honor. Spanky was seated at theprestigious position to the right of Mr Humphries anddirectly opposite Jojo Heyworth. Christy sat besideDebs and they were gabbing their heads off. Theguests appeared totally comfortable dressed in theirpristine clobber and seemed at ease in theirsurroundings.Cassie Cassy had surpassed herself, serving aCreole onion soup accompanied by a sweet, chilledTrimbach Gewurztraminer to offset the hot Louisianasauce she had mixed with brandy and spiced beefbroth. As an entrée Cassie had prepared Lamb Chopsin a blackberry demi glaze served over herbedmashed potatoes and stir-fried vegetables. The dinersenjoyed an exquisite Monticello Estate Pinot Noir thechef had carefully selected from the facilities wellstockedcellar.Cassie Cassy had spent the afternoon trainingHeidi and Linda to serve up her spectacular dessert.The two Brats each brought out large bowls ofhomemade ice cream, setting them out along thetable. Next they brought out flambé pans and setfresh strawberries alight with white Polish Armagnac.While the strawberries were still flaming Heidi andLinda carefully poured the mixture over the freezingice cream. The diners were invited to dip their chilled

19long handled spoons into small bowls of hot chocolatebefore digging into the frozen/flaming mixture.The Woody gals were impressed. As MissSpanky Botts strode purposefully towards the stepsthat led to the stage her tailored clobber movedperfectly. The skirt to her gymslip and her blazersashayed in symmetrical synchronization. Shedisplayed no indication of being nervous.“I understand that you might be dubious aboutmy credibility to act as your representative,” Spankyhad told the gals over dinner. “I’m here to show thatI can put it up and keep it up with the best of you.”The audience watched with interest as MissSpanky Botts shrugged off her blazer and flipped offher boater. She was wearing a gymslip with an ‘S’stitched across the center of the bib and the sleevesof her blouse were pressed into razor sharp creases.Mr Humphries was seated on a straight backchair in the center of the stage. Spanky approachedhim with a confident stride, offering him her wrist andshowing no sign of resistance as he guided her downacross his lap.The Woody gals were impressed. MrHumphries had been extremely thorough. He hadpulled Spanky Botts in tightly and given her a longand methodical spanking. As he worked his way upone side of her bottom and then back down the otherher pale flesh quickly turned an angry crimson.Impressively Spanky managed to maintain a fulldrape throughout the majority of the spanking.Occasionally, after a particularly hot smack, she had

The Woodettescrooked a leg or drummed her fists on the floor of thestage but she recovered quickly and immediatelystretched herself back into position.The gals at the dinner table watched Spanky’sstoic performance with a good deal of respect.Several of them had endured similar marathon barebottom spankings from the Grand Master and couldattest to their potency.Mr Humphries helped Spanky Botts to her feet.“You did well,” he told her.Spanky smoothed down her skirt and curtsied,“Thank you, sir,” she smiled.“Would you like to take a break before wecontinue?” the Grand Master asked.Spanky Botts nodded her head enthusiastically,“Just a few minutes to get my breath back please sir,”she grinned. “That was quite a workout.”The Woody gals laughed and applauded MissSpanky Botts as she stepped down from the stage.

6The Real Deal“Damn good spanking,” Joanna Heyworth saidsympathetically as Spanky gingerly lowered herselfinto her seat.“Damn good,” acknowledged Spanky. “Thatguy’s got hands like bricks.”“Tell me about it,” giggled Jojo.Heidi Alexander hurried over and poured theguest of honor a glass of wine.“What’s next?” asked Nixdown.“I’m getting the cane,” Spanky told her. “Icouldn’t come all the way to Woodys and not get thecane. It just wouldn’t be right.”Miss Spanky Botts bent over the infamousstraight-backed chair with her bumbags around herankles and her crimson bottom on display. Beside herMr Humphries was flexing one of his super-canes.Spanky’s heart was pounding with excitement.Ever since the tribunal she had dreamed of visitingthe Woody unit and meeting with her heroines. Shehad been delighted by the revelations during the

The Woodetteshearings of the rampant mischief and mayhem thatabounded at the facility. She had been thrilled by thecavalier attitude the inmates displayed towardscorporal punishment. Spanky Botts felt like she haddiscovered a whole community filled with kindredspirits.During her school days Spanky Boots had feltalienated from many of her schoolmates. Spanky hadalways considered a visit to the Headmistress’s officefor six of the best to be a small price to pay for thejoy of making mischief. It generally only took onedose of the cane for her classmates to discover thathanging around with Spanky was a very bad idea.After she was finally expelled from school she foundwork as a waitress in a cabaret restaurant called ‘TheTuck Shop’. Dressed in traditional school uniform sheearned extra tips allowing the punters to spank andcane her in private rooms.While waiting tables she met the wealthybohemian artist, William Graham, and became hismuse. She moved into his Venetian Palazzooverlooking the Grand Canal and the Rialto Bridge.For the next few years she posed for him wearing heruniform for hundreds of canvases, murals, photos andvideos. He caned her regularly. To the delight ofpassengers of the Vaporetto’s he often made herbend over the balcony while he thrashed her. SpankyBotts soon became a tourist attraction.Sadly her lover was in ill health and despiteSpanky’s tender nursing he passed away. Spanky wasastonished to discover that he had bequeathed herthe Palazzo, a mews house in Mayfair and anenormous fortune. In a letter he instructed her to use

23her wealth to indulge in a life of decadence and thepursuit of the exotic.Returning to the Smoke Spanky Botts took aseries of lovers but felt lonely and unfulfilled until theSnobs and Rotters tribunal piqued her interest andrevitalized her. She attended the hearings every dayand began to collect everything that had ever beenwritten about the many celebrity inmates of theWoody Back to School facility. At night she worked onbuilding her web site. Once she was satisfied sheplucked up her courage and called Mr Humphries onhis private number.The Grand Master unleashed a full-bloodedswipe of the cane. It sliced across the crown ofSpanky Botts scarlet bottom causing her heels to risefrom the floor of the stage.The Woody gals watched with rapt attention.Nobody was in any doubt that Spanky’s backside wassmarting terribly from the lengthy spanking. Theywondered whether Miss Botts could substantiate herclaim that she could put it up and keep it up.The Grand Master was impressed. Earlier whenhe and Spanky had conferred in his office she hadinsisted that she wanted six of the best.“I know that I can take more,” she told him,“but there is something magical about being able tosay that I got six of the best at the Woody Back toSchool unit.” She giggled. “But it needs to be six ofthe very best,” she added hurriedly. “I don’t wantanybody calling me a muff.”The Grand Master had taken her at her wordand was laying it on thick. He was delivering thestrokes with a crisp authority that he knew would

The Woodettesmake her teeth chatter. After three strokes Spankywas still holding up well, maintaining position andpushing her bottom out invitingly. The Grand Masterdecided to kick the heat up a notch.The sound of the fourth stroke of the canerebounding off Spanky’s bum echoed around theGreat Hall like a shot from a starter pistol. SpankyBotts gripped the crossbar of the chair with whiteknuckleddetermination as the electricity of the strokeimploded through every nerve ending in her body.She gnashed her teeth and squeezed her eyes tightlyshut while she waited for the initial shock to subside.The fifth stroke snaked through the air, landingwith the same devastating impact. Spanky gasped butstill resolutely remained in position. Mr Humphriestook aim and discharged the final swipe. In Woodytradition he sliced the cane diagonally across theexisting stripes to form a perfect five bar gate. TheWoody gals watched intently. The final whop wouldbe the tester. Spanky Botts right leg crookedbackwards and she let out an expressive groan.Nonetheless she stayed bent over the chair, patientlywaiting for her clobber to be rearranged. Finally withher bumbags pulled up and her skirt turned down shestraightened up. She turned to face the Grand Masterand stuck out her hand.“Thank you for caning me, sir,” she saidsweetly and curtsied to the applauding inmates.

7A Posh Coat“Would you like to cane me?” Christywhispered in Deborah’s ear.Debs span around in her chair. “What did yousay?” she gasped.“You heard me,” smiled Christy calmly. “Iwondered whether you’d like to cane me.”Debs giggled. “Yeah, rock on, sister.”“I brought the popping stick,” said Christy.“You could use that.”Debs gaped at her old friend. “Are you fuckingbarking? I’ll do no such thing.”Christy just continued to smile. “Wouldn’t yousecretly like to get your own back?” she asked.Deborah scowled. “It wasn’t your fault,” shetold Christy. “You were just doing your job. Now hushand let’s see what the Grand Master has planned.”“He plans for you to cane me,” said Christy. “Iasked him earlier and he agreed.”“Oh good grief,” groaned Deborah. “I’ve toldyou I am not going to cane you and that’s that.”

The Woodettes“I don’t believe this is happening,” complainedDebs.“Just put on the coat,” said Christy. “I wantthis to be as realistic as possible. I love rituals; Isometimes think I should have been born a catholic.”Deborah shrugged off her blazer. She took thelong ankle length coat from her friend and slipped iton. Christy helped her button it up. The coat wasornately embroidered, with deep trumpet sleeves anda mandarin collar. Deborah looked at herself in themirror.“This is fucking eerie,” she said quietly.The inmates looked on curiously as Deborahand Christy mounted the steps to the stage.“What the fuck is she wearing?” asked Nix.“Joseph’s amazing Technicolor dream-coat?”Jojo giggled. “I think it’s that Posh coat she’salways talking about. It looks like we’re going to havea real back to school moment.”Deborah took a deep breath. “Miss Cranfield,”she said. “You were charged with grossinsubordination in the first degree and chose to pleadnot guilty, is that correct?”Christy Cranfield nodded her head. “That iscorrect, Ma’am.”Deborah pursed her lips. The Great Hall wasquiet enough to hear a pin drop. Christy Cranfield wasa remarkable looking creature. She was staring atDeborah through huge oval opal eyes and her facewas a mask. Her waist length hair was tied into abraid as thick as a fist. Even in her position assubordinate she had an air of authority about her.

27Many of the inmates who had attended independentboarding schools had little doubt that she had atsome time performed the role of Headgirl.Deborah took a deep breath. “Miss Cranfield Iam obliged to inform you that your defense has beenunsuccessful. You will receive nine pops with thepopping stick.” Rosemary Booker, who had joinedthem on the stage, stepped forward and helpedDeborah out of her Posh coat. Christy watchedimpassively.“Sergeant at Arms,” said Deborah, “take MissCranfield to the chair and prepare her to be beaten.”Deborah Morton flexed the whippy stickbetween her hands. At Queensgate the cane hadbeen known as the popping stick. She was intimatelyfamiliar with the stick she was holding. During herfinal year at the academy it had been used on herthirty-nine times. During that long and painful yearshe had received a total of three hundred and fortyfive strokes of the cane, all delivered by the womanwho was now in the centre of the stage folded over achair.Deborah had never blamed Christy. They hadalways been tight. Christy Cranfield had a reputationat the academy as an extremely naughty girl and sheand Debs had spent many hours together waiting inthe Tank. The Tank was the holding area whereunfortunate miscreants waited while their defenseswere considered and their sentences established bythe prefectorial body known as the Posh.

The WoodettesDeborah had managed Christy’s campaign inher runaway victory to become the President of Posh.Every Friday evening after Deborah had received herweekly thrashing and then been exiled to theloneliness of her study Christy would sneak upstairsto comfort her.Deborah stared down the stage. Christy wasbent forward across the straight-backed chair withher skirt turned back. Her navy blue gossamerbumbags stretched across her lush behind like asecond skin.Deborah took a deep breath and stepped inclose.

8Miss Christy CranfieldChristy Cranfield’s heart was pounding withexcitement as she felt the cane tapping down againsther tautened bumbags.Life had changed quickly for Christy. Just sixweeks earlier she had been a highly successfulforensic financier working in Manhattan. She held theposition of personal advisor to the chairman of theboard of a prestigious international merchant bank.She had been in negotiations to join the board as afull-member with a multi-million dollar salary.Christy had watched the tribunal withconsiderable interest, buying the British newspapersand checking out the stories on the net. As thetribunal drew to its conclusion she hopped on a planeand flew to the Smoke. She even managed to get afront-row seat in the hall on the day that the resultwas announced.After the results of the hearing wereannounced she had gone across the road to anappealing looking pub for a quick drink. The bar wascrowded but she managed to find a table. She was

The Woodettessipping her drink when three young womenapproached her and asked if they could share thetable. They were all dressed in the same uniformsthat the Woody defense team had worn during thetribunal.The three women were clearly enthusiasticsupporters of the Rotters. They ordered champagneand generously offered Christy to join them in a glass.This chance encounter with Miss Spanky Botts wouldalter the course of her life.Christy Cranfield had been a die-hardspankette since her schooldays at the QueensgateAcademy. Ever since she had first bent over theleather armchair in the Posh HQ to be beaten with theceremonial popping stick she had been hooked onwhops.She loved the ritual that surrounded beingpunished at the Queensgate Academy and regularlycontrived to get herself ‘Put on the Menu.’ She tookthe ritual seriously and always put up a spiriteddefense but she was always secretly thrilled when shewas sentenced to be popped. If it hadn’t been forDeborah’s diabolical record Christy would have beencaned more than any other girl in the school’s history.After school she attended Camford University.Her extraordinary beauty made her a magnet forstud-muffins. She experimented widely with variousforms of BDSM. Although she liked nothing betterthan being put over her boyfriends’ knees for a damngood spanking something was always missing. Mostlyher lusty lothario’s were unimaginative coves andshowed little interest in the elaborate rituals in whichshe attempted to entice them to participate.

31She was scouted by the banking communityand settled in Manhattan. Christy explored thesubterranean underbelly of the city and was a familiarfigure on the BDSM scene. Nonetheless, even in thathard-core world she still couldn’t find anybody whotruly understood her need for ritual. And then shemet Miss Spanky Botts.On the night of their first meeting Spankyinvited Christy back to her Mayfair house to view theastonishing collections of artwork produced by WilliamGraham. As they sat drinking ice-cold bottles of 1988King Krug Grande Cuvee and scarfing down copiousquantities of beluga caviar Spanky outlined her planfor the www.woodetes.com web-site.Spanky took Christy upstairs and showed offher wardrobe filled with striped blazers, gymslips,white blouses and a rack of striped ties. Fortunatelythe two women had quite similar physiques so Christywas able to select a set of clobber that fittedreasonably well.To Christy’s delight Spanky listened intently toher description of the Queensgate rituals and slippedinto the role of President of Posh effortlessly. Shebent Christy over the back of a chair and gave hertwelve strokes of the cane.With her bottom throbbing delightfully ChristyCranfield was persuaded to resign her high-poweredposition at the merchant bank and join Spanky’s smallstaff that was working on the web-site.

The WoodettesThe following day Christy emailed herresignation and took a taxi to Spanky’s favoritehaberdashery to be fitted for customized clobber.

9Openers and ClosersDeborah Morton did her best to calm hernerves. The only previous occasion she had wielded acane was across the backside of the Wart. She hadreceived considerable kudos for her superlativedelivery of the running bender. Everybody said thatshe was a natural.Caning the Wart had been satisfying work afterthe Geo-Dame had subjected her to series ofindignities including chucking her out of the cafeteriafor no good reason, having her publicly collared andescorted through the grounds, and culminating inforcing Debs good chum Rachel Cox to give her atwelve stroke running bender.The prospect of caning Christy Cranfield was awhole different kettle of fish. Although they were tightChristy had never actually shared with Debs her innerdesire to be punished. At school they had oftendiscussed their canings. Similarly to the Woody Backto School unit at the ultra-strict Queensgate Academywhops and clobber was a prevailing topic ofconversation. Christy was always articulate on the

The Woodettessubject and was an expert at dissecting everythrashing. However, Deborah Morton had neversuspected that Christy Cranfield actually went aboutjonesing for whops.Deborah sliced the cane across the upturnedderriere with consummate timing and accuracy. Theshaft of the stick landed perfectly across the sweetspot. She breathed a sigh of relief.Christy blinked as the cane sliced across herarse like a red-hot poker. She had always suspectedthat Deborah’s glorious ability with a tennis racketcould easily be translated to delivering the hottest ofcanings. Now, up close and personal, she wasdelighted that her suspicions were confirmed.The inmates around the table were impressed.Having witnessed thousands of canings betweenthem they considered themselves the ultimateconnoisseurs of whops. The sound of the first swipeechoing around the Great Hall was enough to tellthem that they were about to witness a truly artisticcaning.Debs Morton forced herself to be dispassionateand to concentrate on the job in hand. She knewfrom experience that all the truly great canings shehad received had been delivered in a cool, calm andcollected manner. It was imperative to keep her eyeon the target and land the cane with inch-perfectaccuracy.

35Christy settled into the rhythm of the caning.Debs was leaving twenty second interludes betweeneach delivery, leaving plenty of time for Christy toappreciate the full effects. First the white heat uponimmediate impact, followed by her nerves being sentjangling as the pain ricocheted through her body andthen finally the slow underburn as it began to throbbeneath her flesh.Deborah controlled the cane perfectly. She wasusing a short backswing and then accelerating theshaft at the last second with a flick of the wrist. Eachstroke landed with a very loud crack. The expertsaround the table were in no doubt that things weregetting very hot and sweaty inside Miss Cranfield’sbumbags.Christy Cranfield was feeling delightfully hotand sweaty by the time the sixth stroke had sliceddownwards. Nonetheless she was keenly aware thatwith the quality of caning she was receiving the homestraight was likely to be a rocky road.Debs shifted her stance slightly and took aim.She sliced the cane downwards with unerringaccuracy, slicing the cane across the eight existingstripes. For the first time Christy’s leg crooked back.Deborah Morton knew that she had delivered theperfect closer.Debs Morton knew from experience that thereare two all-important strokes to a caning: the openerand the closer. The opener generally set the tone ofthe beating. A well-calibrated backside like Deborah’s

The Woodettescould immediately measure the pace of the firststroke, if it was just warm or middling warm then thatwould normally set the pace of the remaining strokesand she could relax a little. Equally if the first strokewas at the hotter end of the scale she knew that shewas in for some seriously steamy bumbags.The closer was the hardest to prepare for.Everybody saved the best one for last. Even amoderately warm caning might end with a scorcher.The true greats generally ended with the five bar gatetechnique, landing the final delivery diagonally acrossthe existing stripes.Deborah could remember numerous occasionswhen a moderately tolerable thrashing had beenruined by an explosive finish.Christy Cranfield shook her head and bunchedher fists as the effects of the final stroke sent hernerve endings into shock. She was in no hurry tostand up. She took slow deep breaths and waited forher head to clear. Behind her Deborah was turningdown her skirt. She took one last deep breath andthen slowly pushed herself back up into the vertical.“That was one helluva closer,” she panted.

10www.woodettes.comOn Sunday morning Spanky gave apresentation on the particulars of the proposedwww.woodettes.com web-site. She assured theinmates that the site would be ‘members only’ andtotally secured with firewalls. She told them that allcontent would be pre-approved by the inmatesthemselves. The chat rooms and bulletin boardswould be closely monitored and any unsavory coveswould be banned.Support for the new web-site was unanimous.It was agreed that Nixdown and her team wouldinterface with Spanky’s gang and build a bridgebetween the new public web-site and the internalGalGab site. It was agreed that it was only reasonablefor the paying punters to have real-time access to theelectronic Punishment Record Book.Bernadette Summers Enterprises would be theofficial providers of Woody merchandise andmemorabilia on the website. Bernadette SummersEnterprises would make arrangements for supplyingofficial replica uniforms, made at Stacks’ sweatshops,

The Woodettesto take advantage of the Whops and ClobberZeitgeist. Bernadette suggested that there was also amarket for selling originals, clobber actually worn bythe Woody gals, at substantial profit. Spanky Bottslaughed, “A genuine threadbare pair of bumbagswould rake in thousands at auction,” she agreed.Unfortunately for the Bounder most of theinmates indicated that they might draw the line atselling their bumbags however great the profit mightbe.Nicola Jane Nixon helped Deborah get readyfor her interview. Nix knotted her tie for her andmade sure it neatly covered her top button in aperfect vee.Debs pulled on her gymslip and fastened thebuttons at the shoulders. Nixdown helped her withher red sash. Deborah was notoriously clobberchallenged but Nixdown had insisted that she lookspiffy for the photo-shoot. She sat Debs down in frontof a mirror and began to brush her hair for her.“Is this really necessary?” asked Debs.“You’re representing the unit so we can’t haveyou looking like a hobo,” said Nix.Debs sighed but secretly she appreciated herchum’s efforts.Deborah sipped a mimosa and scanned theneatly typed pages that Spanky had handed her. Toher great relief Spanky and the Grand Master hadbeen good to their word and there were no questionsrelating to the incident of the fabulous fart.Miss Spanky Botts switched on her taperecorder.

39Christy Cranfield didn’t seem to beexperiencing any untoward effects from the thrashingshe had received the previous evening and wasexceedingly cheerful. Jojo and Nixdown escorted heraround the campus so she could take some candid pixand video of the inmates to post on the site.Jojo was under strict instructions to monitorNixdown who had lasciviously described Christy asdelicious the previous evening.“You keep your degenerate hands off her,”Debs had warned her chum. “Besides you’d breakPenny Ann’s heart.”Nixdown had promised to behave herself butDebs wasn’t sure she was to be trusted andinstructed Jojo to be vigilant.The Bounder was rubbing her bumbags withglee. Lisa had run some rough numbers and if theweb-site launch was as successful as predicted BSEwas going to make some serious wedge.Miss Spanky Botts shook hands with the GrandMaster. “Thank you,” she said sincerely, “this hasbeen a wonderful experience.” She reached into herblazer pocket and handed Mr Humphries a handwrittencheque. “I’d like to show my appreciation andpay for my dinner.”The Grand Master glanced down at thecheque. “Fifty thousand quid is a helluva price fordinner,” he observed.“Helluva dinner,” winked Spanky.“You’re welcome any time,” the Grand Mastertold her.

The WoodettesSpanky beamed. “Actually I’ve been thinkingabout that and I have a proposition.”Mr Humphries went to the refrigerator andextracted a bottle of Moet Whitestar.“Take a seat,” he told Spanky. “Your ideashave proven to be quite interesting to date.”

11Totally NailedCompetition on the Annual Hall of Shame washotting up. Jojo continued to dominate with a threewhop lead but Debs, Cassie Cassy and Lisa Suttonwere hot on her bumbags.Deborah acknowledged that she was unlikelyto over-take Jojo at the top of the Annual Hall ofShame; nonetheless if she maintained her average forbeing punished she would at least score a secondconsecutive bull. A year-end score of fifty-twopunishments would elevate her to number two on theAll-Time Hall of Shame, nudging Victoria down a placein the rankings. These were targets Deborah Mortonwas determined to achieve and Dotty Hammell washelping her along.Debs Morton found herself being led across thekitchen by her wrist and then turned over DottyHammell’s lap to be spanked for tardy timekeeping.Being head down, arse up having her bottomwhapped with a spatula in front of the kitchen crewwas not high on Deborah’s priorities. Not that she had

The Woodettesmuch time for prioritizing before Dotty was yankingdown her baggies.Everybody loved the beautiful, sweet, tender,caring Dotty, but nobody loved Dotty with a spatula inher hand.Gloomily Deborah stretched out. She knewfrom experience that Dotty Hammell was a stickler forher victims being correctly positioned in a full drape.Debs pushed back her legs and reached out her armsso that only the tips of her shoes and fingers touchedthe floor. Dismally she put her head well down andwaited to be spanked.Deborah Morton pushed herself painfully upfrom Dotty’s lap and yanked up her baggies.“I’m sorry I had to do that Deborah,” saidDotty, “but this isn’t the first time I’ve had to spankyou for tardy timekeeping. You’re assistant chef todayand it was highly irresponsible to turn up late. Now goand help Cassie.”The Domestic Science Dame turned away andplaced the spatula on a counter. Withcharacteristically abominable timing Deborah screwedup her nose and stuck out her tongue just as Dottyturned around again. Deborah turned bright red.Dotty Hammell didn’t throw a hissy fit or evenseemed perturbed; she merely reached into herpocket and pulled out her cell phone. She turned herback to Debs.Deborah strained her ears to listen but Dottywas talking in a hushed voice. “Very good, thank youGrand Master,” was all she heard. Dotty turned backto face her, she looked serene as she reached overand picked up the spatula again.

43“Come here Deborah,” she said with calmauthority. “As that doesn’t seem to have had mucheffect let’s see whether this will.”“Aw maaaaaaaaaan!” groaned Deborah asDotty reached out and grabbed her wrist.“Aw noooooooooooo!” wailed Deborah as shefelt her bumbags being dragged down to follow herbaggies.“Aw yessssssssssss, Deborah,” said DottyHammell and brought the spatula down with aferocious crack.Dotty had Deborah tucked in tight and wassmacking the spatula down with crisp authority. Debswas hissing with consternation. Being spanked withthe wide headed spatula across the seat of herbumbags had been bad enough but having it land onher bare flesh made it ten times worse. The spatulaproduced the most remarkable sensation, it felt as if itwas welding itself to her flesh and then sucking herskin off as Dotty drew it back for her next assault.Dotty took her time, landing every spank withconsiderable force. Debs wriggled and squirmed inher lap, kicking her legs and shaking her head. Thesixth spank crashed downwards. Debs did her best toscramble off Dotty’s lap but the Dame had a stronghold around her waist. The spatula crashed down aseventh time.“Noooooooooooo!” yelled Deborah in a mixtureof pain and surprise. “Jeez!” she squealed as Dottybrought the spatula down again. It was a blitz attack,spank after spank cracking down. Deborah Mortoncouldn’t help herself; she threw back her head andhowled.

The WoodettesThe blitz was over as soon as it had started,six more ferocious spanks that had turned Deborah’spoor beleaguered bum the color of a Caribbeansunset in the space of seconds. Debs hung upsidedown across Dotty’s lap gasping for air and holdingher head in her hands.Deborah Morton had just been totally nailed.

12A Double BenderCassie Cassy found Deborah up in her studyrubbing her arse furiously.“Jesus, Debs, are you okay?” gasped Cassie“I’ve never seen anyone spanked that hard.”Deborah grimaced. “Well I’m sure I have beenspanked harder than that before, but right now I justcan’t remember when. She really fucking nailed medidn’t she?”“Pretty much,” Cassie agreed sympathetically.She went into the bathroom cabinet and extracted alarge pot of aloe vera soothing balm. “Let’s get youlying down,” she told Debs, “I think this might takesome time to cool you down.”Deborah lowered her baggies and kicked themoff into the corner of the room and rolled down hernavy blue bumbags. Cassie Cassy sat down on thesofa and guided Debs down over her lap. She reachedinto the balm pot and began to gently spread thecream across Deborah’s pulsating posterior.“Oh to hell with this,” said Cassie Cassy andshe turned the pot upside down and emptied the

The Woodettescontents across the crimson mass. “Desperate time’ssister,” she said, “requires desperate measures,” andproceeded to rub the balm in vigorously.Deborah just groaned.Several hours later Deborah Morton had achance to reciprocate. Debs had spent a mostdisagreeable afternoon sitting on a hard seat in thelecture hall. The effects of the spanking were showingno signs of cooling down. As soon as the last bellrang she wiggled painfully out of the lecture hall andout into the quad. She hoped that a brisk walk wouldrelieve some of the stiffness in her poor beleagueredbum.As she limped through the cloisters she sawthe unmistakable figure of Cassie Cassy cutting acrossthe quadrangle. Deborah squinted, the signs wereinstantly recognizable. Cassie had the unique wriggleto her gait that could only be the result of a recentwhopping.Debs hurried over and caught up with Cassie.“Hey sis, you been in the wars again?” sheasked.Cassie grinned weakly. “You’ve got it in one,”she told Debs.“Holy shit this is a mess,” exclaimed Deborahas she studied the state of her chum’s rear end,“what the hell have you been up to?”“Oh just a double bender,” giggled Cassie, “nobig deal,” but she wriggled appreciatively as she feltthe cooling balms being massaged into her stripes.

47Cassie Cassy did not much care for the Frenchlanguage unless it related to a menu. She wasparticularly uninspired by the works of Marcel Proustwhom she considered a windbag and had pointed thisout in her assignment. Apparently Madame Diderotdid not share her opinion as she had reached acrossCassie’s desk and yanked her out of her seat by theknot of her tie.Cassie’s vocabulary was not extensive enoughto fully comprehend the rantings of the French Damebut she got the gist. Cassandra Cassidy knew thesigns; there was no question in her mind that she wasdue for some whops. Cassie Cassy burst into a fit ofgiggles.Madame Diderot tugged on Cassie’s tie,lowering her forward until she was sprawled acrossthe desk. The French Dame strode up the aisle andretrieved her cane from a hook beside the projectorscreen. Cassie Cassy wriggled into position andwaited to be caned.Cassie squirmed in her seat. The caning hadbeen extremely potent and was making sitting downmost uncomfortable. Cassie consoled herself that shewas moving inexorably towards her ambition tobecome the first inmate still in Phase 3 of her socialrehabilitation program to score a Bull. Not even Jojohad managed to accomplish that.Cassie’s inexorable progress proceeded withrather more speed than she would have liked whenReed the Weed red-carded her out of the Maths roomless than thirty minutes after the French Dame hadcut her bumbags to tatters.

The WoodettesKatie Beck leered down at Cassie’s backside.The stripes were vivid and extremely ripe. Cassie wassprawled out across the desk in the ante-room withher skirt turned back and her bumbags around herankles.“Very juicy,” commented Katie unnecessarily.Cassie grunted. Despite the freshness of thestripes there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of theunit’s Matron diagnosing her backside as being in anunsuitable condition for further punishment. CassieCassy resigned herself to embarking on the sectionleg of a double bender.

13Ready and WaitingMr Humphries was fond of the exuberantyoung woman standing before him. She wasbreathlessly recounting her antics over the past threequarters of an hour. What he had always liked aboutCassie was that she never tried to make excuses forher behavior or tried to weasel out of punishments.The Grand Master was aware of Cassie’s statedobjective to one day assume the mantle of All-TimeBig BUTT and he respected her ambition.Katie had veered on the side of caution andadvised the Grand Master that Cassie was probablyfeeling a little tender in the nether region, butcouldn’t help adding that it didn’t really look too bad.The Grand Master wasn’t overly concerned thatCassie was wearing stripes in her bumbags. She hadclearly demonstrated her ability to absorb extendedcanings during the Great Spank-off. By mega-minxstandards a double bender was not consideredanything more than an unpleasant inconvenience.

The WoodettesNonetheless he always found Katie’s blasé disregardfor the state of the inmate’s rear ends distasteful sohe gave her a scowl. Katie Beck scurried out of theoffice as fast as her legs could carry her.Cassie Cassy uncomplainingly stretched herlithe body out across the Grand Master’s lap in a fulldrape. Cassie Cassy lowered her head between heroutstretched arms and peaked back under the chairlegs. The tips of her pointed shoes were balanced onthe floor. She was bent like a bow. Mr Humphries wascarefully rearranging the skirt of her gymslip andturning back the tail of her blouse. She felt his fingersin the elastic waistband of her bumbags and pushedup slightly to allow him to roll them down until theywere behind her knees. She felt his arm around herwaist pulling her in tightly and she waited to bethrashed.Mr Humphries had selected one of his mostsupple George W tawse’s which he considered ideallysuited for the job in hand. Despite her predilection forgood food and fine wine Cassandra Cassidy keptherself in remarkably good shape. Several mornings aweek she climbed out of her scratch at dawn andjoined Debs and Jane Lummell on their six-mile run.The Grand Master considered the tawse ideallydesigned to wrap perfectly around Cassie’s pertathletic bum and was sure that its crisp bite wouldcompliment the existing stripes nicely. He raised theleather strap in the air and brought it down with asatisfying crack.

51Cassie Cassy focused her attention on a smallarea of Brazilian cherry wood floor and settled in. Sheknew from experience that the effects of the leatherstrap smacking down on the stripes left by a rattancane were far preferable to the reverse. She resolvedto just dig in and suck it up no matter how hot andsweaty events became.Mr Humphries admired Cassie Cassy. She wasbright and cheerful and certifiably barking but shecould take a licking and keep on clicking. She was anotoriously animated wriggler but she never failed toget right back into position and put it up and keep itup. He raised the strap for the sixth time.“Are you ready?” he asked.“Ready and waiting, sir,” she said surprisinglychirpily and wiggled her bum.Lisa Sutton was waiting but she was certainlynot ready. Unlike Jojo, Debs and Cassie, Lisa Suttonwas not in pursuit of whops. She had no desire toscore Bulls or appear prominently on the Hall ofShame. Nonetheless no matter how hard she triedshe seemed to find herself consistently positionedwith her hands on the top of her head and her nosepressed to walls while she waited to be caned.Inspection had been most disagreeable. Katiehad left her bending over the desk in the ante-roomfor almost five minutes. When the unit’s Matron hadfinally pitched up she had been delighted to discoverthe still visible residual stripes resulting from the sixof the best Lisa had received the previous evening forgabbing after lockdown. Predictably Katie took theopportunity to prod and pinch and smack Lisa’s

The Woodettestender behind before she sent her out onto thelanding to perform nose and toes.Lisa’s buttocks twitched anxiously as shewaited to hear the sound of the Grand Master’sfootsteps in the corridor below.

14Rank FoolishnessLisa groaned as the prefect pulled out her redcard and chucked her out of assembly for goofing.She maneuvered her way passed the row of seatedinmates and out into the aisle. With a heavy tread sheheaded up to the front of the hall. She couldn’tbelieve her own foolishness. It was less than an hourearlier that she had been inspecting her tenderbackside in the mirror and promising herself, for theumpteenth time, that it was time to reform.The six strokes across the jimjams she hadreceived from Claire Brooks the previous evening hadbeen extremely potent and were still working theirmagic inside her bumbags.Debs Morton, the Queen of assembly redcards, gave her a sympathetic smile and a kindlywink. Deborah knew better than anybody that Lisawas probably feeling like a chump. Ms Lawton hadalways maintained that although getting chucked outof assembly was not necessarily a heinous offence itamounted to an act of rank foolishness. Sheconsidered that an inmate’s inability to sit quietly for

The Woodettesfifteen minutes was a demonstration of a considerablelack of self-control. Offenders were treated withabsolute-zero tolerance and canings were mandatory.Unfortunately, Mr Humphries shared theformer Grand Dame’s opinion and Lisa knew thatthere was no question she would shortly be on thereceiving end of a painful bare bender.Lisa’s late-night licking had also been the resultof rank foolishness. Lisa and Bernadette had beenready for bed in plenty of time for lockdown.For most of the evening they had beeninvolved in a petty disagreement over bets they wereoffering regarding potential candidates to score a Bull.“Jojo, Debs and Cassie may think its clevergoing for gold, but not me,” insisted Lisa. “I’m not acontender; I’m just having a run of bad luck is all.Setting odds on my bumbags is just tempting fate.”Lisa’s attitude was giving Bernadette the pip.The bell rang and the two chums switched offthe lights.“You’re gonna score a Bull whether you like itor not,” Bernadette said after a few minutes. “You’recosting us a lot of money with your attitude.”“Bounder, there is no way I’m jinxing mybumbags,” said Lisa hotly. “Now hush, you’rebeginning to annoy me. I am not scoring a Bull andthat’s that.”“Then you’d better stop being such a bad gal,”giggled Bernadette.“I’m not a bad gal, I’m a naughty gal,”squealed Lisa angrily at the top of her voice.

55“Oh shit,” growled the Bounder. “I’ll offer you3-1 on a fiver that little temper tantrum just cost uswhops.” A few minutes later the door handle turnedand Claire Brooks came in accompanied by PattyHodge.Claire was peeved to find Patty prowling thelandings. It had been several weeks since thecontroversial confrontation that had resulted in theDeputy Grand Dame being dangled by Lady Vix. Eversince then Patty had been giving the Dorm Raider awide berth.“Just a routine check-up,” said Pattydefensively when Claire glared at her. “I won’t get inyour way.” Claire just grunted and set off on herrounds. She couldn’t help noticing that Patty hadchanged out of her signature high-heels and waspadding about the landings in rubber-soled plimsolls.Claire was on the stairs leading between thePhase 4 and Phase 5 landings when she heard thesqueal. She sighed.“I recognize that voice,” said Pattyimmediately. “I’d know that voice anywhere. Thatwas Miss Sutton.”Claire rolled her eyes and stepped onto thelanding.Claire took off her blazer. The irony of thesituation was not lost on her. It had been her refusalto beat Bernadette and Lisa that had sparked the rowbetween her and Patty. Things at Woodys had astrange way of coming around in a full circle.

The WoodettesLisa was bent across the end of her bedwaiting to be caned. She heard a whistle and thesharp crack of ashplant as it collided withBernadette’s upturned behind. She was seething. Shewas mad at the Bounder for provoking her and madat herself for rank foolishness.In the earlier phases of their Extreme SocialRehabilitation programs the inmates slept in longopen-plan dormitories. It was common practice forthe dorm-mates to indulge in games of Dare, bettingeach other who would risk their jimjams by goofing orgabbing. On several occasions while she was sleepingin the dorms Lisa had learned how uncomfortable itcould be trying to get some quality shuteye with yourbackside glowing like a police beacon.Now that they were in Phase 5 of theirsentences Lisa and Bernadette had moved into amore comfortable two bed study. Without elevenother inmates to provoke them there wasconsiderably less temptation to indulge in the type offoolishness that was likely to attract the attention ofthe Dorm Raider.Lisa heard Claire crossing the room and grittedher teeth. She felt the ashplant tapping down andgripped the duvet tightly in her fists. She heard awhistle from above and then all hell broke loose inher jimjams.

15Contrasting Reform PlansLisa peeled off her blazer and hung it over theback of the straight-backed chair. With a considerablelack of enthusiasm she bent forward.Mr Humphries neatly folded back Lisa’s skirtand waited while she shifted her hips to allow him torearrange her bumbags. He watched her settle backinto position, gamely setting her feet and putting itup. He had selected one of his super-canes for thejob in hand.The Grand Master had been mildly irritated tofind Lisa standing at the front of the hall. It was thethird time in as many weeks. While she was standingto attention in front of his desk he had taken the timeto interrogate her electronic Punishment Record Book.Clicking on a pull-down menu he selected ‘AssemblyRed Cards’ and studied the results of the sort.Lisa licked her dry lips as she watched theGrand Master. He appeared completely engrossed inwhatever he was studying on the computer screen.

The WoodettesHe was impassive and paid no attention whatsoeverto her. It was extremely disconcerting. She strugglednot to fidget.Mr Humphries clicked through the records thathis search had returned. It made interesting reading.For most of the past year Deborah Morton’s serialweakness for goofing or gabbing in the assembly hallhad diverted attention from the other inmates. LisaSutton’s appalling record of accumulating red cardshad managed to stay under the radar.The Grand Master looked at Lisa Sutton very,very calmly sending a shiver up her spine.“I am going to give you one last opportunity toreconsider your habits in the assembly hall,” he toldher. “On this occasion I am going to punish you in theprivacy of this study. However, the next time you findyourself unable to restrain your compulsive impulsesto disrupt assembly I shall take you up on the stageand put you over my knee and then you can join MissMorton sitting amongst the grubbys. Is thatunderstood?”Lisa Sutton was having difficulty with her jawhinges so she just nodded. The Grand Master stoodup and removed his suit jacket. He walked around thedesk and crossed to the tallboy. He reached in andextracted one of the straight-shafted long rattansuper-canes. He swished it through the air.“Oh shit,” muttered the luckless Minxster whenshe saw the super-cane.“Remove your blazer and bend over the chair,”the Grand Master instructed.

59When Lisa wriggled out of the study she wasalready formulating her plan for her great reform. Itwasn’t the first time that six eye-watering, teethchatteringswipes of the super-cane had provokedsimilar thoughts but this time Lisa was serious. Shedidn’t care what the Bounder said she was a naughtygal, not a bad gal, and naughty gals could reform.“Yeah, rock on, Minxster,” scoffed theBounder. “I’ll give you 6-1 against a sawbuck that youdon’t last a week without being whopped.”“You’re on,” said Lisa handing Bernadette abanknote. “I’m shooting for a cool arse for the rest ofthe term.”Bernadette just smiled and stuffed the dosh inthe waistband of her bumbags.Joanna Heyworth studied the rankings on theAnnual Hall of Shame on the GalGab website. Asusual her name appeared at the top of the table.Having already accumulated forty-eight punishmentsduring the current year Jojo remained slightly aheadof Debs, Lisa and Cassie Cassy. With six weeks to gountil the end of term she was well on target toachieve her two goals. First she planned to score herthird consecutive Bull. Subsequently she wouldcontinue to accumulate enough punishments toregain her title as the Most Whopped Gal in a SingleYear. Jojo had no plans to reform and she set off inpursuit of whops.Jojo started the day with a flurry of yellowcards but no whops. She goofed, gabbed, larked andpranked but inexplicably she failed to promote a

The Woodettessingle much needed caning. As the day progressedshe was becoming increasingly resigned to having towait another day to increase her whop tally. However,in Woodyworld fortunes had a way of changing at themost unexpected junctures.

16A Harsh CallThe whole unfortunate affair started becauseNicola Jane Nixon was feeling grumpy. Nix’sgrumpiness was a direct result of being absolutelycreamed by Pauline Gascoigne. Despite Nixdown’spredilection for recreational spanking she had astrong distaste for being formally punished evenwhen she acknowledged that she deserved it.There was no question in anybody’s mind thatNixdown had deserved a creaming; she had ignoredseveral warnings and a yellow card. Even Nix agreedthat she had left Pauline with no choice, but it hadstill made her grumpy.The problem with Nixdown’s grumpiness wasthat it was often interpreted as belligerence by theless discerning members of the Brass. PhyllisMacAllister was one of the least discerning, especiallywhen it came to Nicola Jane.The Science Dame reached into the pocket ofher lab coat and flashed her yellow card in the facesof Nixdown and Jojo.

The Woodettes“Last warning,” the Dyke growled. “One morepeepoutaya and you’re due a thrashing. Is thatoonderstood?”Nicola Jane glared at the Dyke. “Clear as mud,Ma’am” she muttered. Jojo did her best to suppress agiggle.The Dyke’s mouth hung open.“Whatdidyesay?” she snapped.Nixdown frowned. “Nothing important,” shemuttered.“Weeel gitya smartyarse to the changingrooms,” growled the Dyke, “and I’ll shooowya what’simportant.”Nixdown scowled and pushed her chair back.“And yootoo Heyworth,” snapped the Dyke.“Let’s seehoo six of the best amuses ya.”Jojo gaped at the Dyke. Although she wasactively in pursuit of whops a rump roasting from theDyke had not figured in her plans. Nonetheless, sheknew from experience it would be futile to argue soshe pushed her chair back and followed Nicola Janetowards the door.“Sorry,” said Nixdown as the two chum’shurried through the corridors. “I didn’t mean to getyou a whopping.”“It’s got to be said that that was a bit of aharsh call,” Jojo grumbled.“Very harsh,” agreed Nix.Jojo bent over the laboratory stool at the frontof the room. In the changing rooms she had removedher skirt and bumbags so only her nylon lab coatoffered her protection from the two-tailed tawse.

63The lab coats the inmates were required towear had been specially selected by the Dyke. Theywere designed with a diamond waffle-weave. To thedismay of the inmates they discovered that the tips ofthe diamonds had the disconcerting effect of scrapingacross the flesh when the tawse was slashed acrosstheir buttocks. It was a most disagreeable sensationand the inmates considered the design to be anunnecessary addition to the effects of having theirarses larruped with the Dyke’s infamous tawse.Jojo gripped the lowest wrung of the stool andgritted her teeth.Phyllis MacAllister placed her long cigaretteholder in an ashtray and poured herself three fingersof Famous Grouse. She slammed down the drink inone and picked up her tawse.The Dyke favored the longer tawses cut at theDick workshops. She had learned of their effectsduring her schooldays in the Scottish Highlands, firston the receiving end and then she had honed herown skills during her tenure as Headgirl.Although she was not a fully paid up memberof the Radical Right Phyllis MacAllister had developeda taste for administering the tawse.She laid the leather strap out across the seatof Jojo’s tautened lab coat and prepared to enjoyherself.Even for a whop-hardened mega-minx like Jojosix of the best with the long tawse was consideredtough duty. Ms MacAllister raised the strap back overher shoulder before unleashing with a ferociousswing. Many less skilled practitioners might have lost

The Woodettescontrol but the Dyke was an artiste and every strokewas perfectly delivered.Jojo gritted her teeth. The strap was landinghard and fast and she could feel her backsidebeginning to swell. The Dyke liked to deliver threeforearm smashes across the right cheek and thefollow up with three back-handers across the left. Shewas equally effective from either side.Even Jojo couldn’t help but crook her leg backas the heat intensified. The diamond weave beingdragged across her raw flesh accentuated theexcruciating pain. She dug into her reserves andwaited for the last stoke to lash across herdefenseless orbs.

17High Moral StandardsNixdown continued to be grumpy as she bentover the stool. The effects of her earlier creaming byPauline Gascoigne were still alive and on active dutybeneath her apron. In a social setting Nicola Janewould have found the sensation in her behind hugelytitillating, but under the current circumstances shefound them intensely annoying.Ms MacAllister took another calming shot ofFamous Grouse and took a tight grip on the tawse.Although she had derived considerable pleasure fromlashing her tawse across Jojo’s arse it paled incomparison to enjoyment she would get fromthrashing Nixdown. The sight of Nixdown bent headdown, arse up across the stool was electrifying.The effects of the tawse cracking down acrossthe stripes of the cane were electrifying. Nicola JaneNixon held on to the wrung of the stool with whiteknuckle desperation. No matter how much it hurt shewas determined not to give the Dyke the satisfactionof knowing how much she was suffering.

The WoodettesMs MacAllister slashed the tawse down withextreme prejudice, working the right buttock with thetwo tails and then transferring her attention to theleft. Despite Nixdown’s stoic performance the Dykewasn’t fooled for a minute. During her illustriouscareer the Science Dame had delivered hundreds ofthrashings and was confident that Nixdown would besmarting terribly.She repositioned herself and slashed the tawsedownwards.“What a be-yotch!” grunted Nixdown as shespread herself out across Jojo’s lap. “Did you see thelook of glee on her face when she was postprocessingme and noticed that I’d already beencaned this morning?”Jojo rubbed balm into Nixdown’s woundednates. “You know she only whaps you so hardbecause she’s got a crush on you. It’s her way ofshowing that she loves you.”“Hmmph!” snorted Nixdown. “It’ll be a cold dayin hell before I show that be-yotch any action.”Jojo giggled. “I’m so proud that you continueto maintain your high moral standards.”“I refuse to sleep with the enemy,” saidNixdown. “I have principles.”“Yeah, rock on, Nixdown,” laughed Jojo anddipped her hand deep into the pot of soothing balm.Penny Ann hugged Nixdown. “Poor baby,” shesaid comfortingly. “Maybe you should just boff herand be done with it.”Nixdown looked up at her lover. “You don’tmean that for a minute,” she said. “It may not always

67seem like it but I have high moral standards, and oneof those standards is that I don’t boff the Brass.”Penny Ann smiled.Nixdown walked her back against the wall ofthe stable and began to unfasten the buttons of thevintage Meyer Brothers of Lexington hacking jacketthat she had bought Pen for her birthday.“I don’t boff anybody else any more,” Nixdownwhispered as she loosened Penelope Ann’s tie andunfastened the top button of her blouse. “You dotrust me don’t you?” she asked.The Dyke unscrewed her monocle miserably.She squinted into the darkness of the stables. It wasno secret that Nixdown and Penny Ann regularlyfrequented the stables for their late-night trysts. TheScience Dame had followed them at a discretedistance. She knew that they often included SuzyScott in their activities and she planned on beggingthem to allow her a piece of the action. Nonethelessas she watched Nixdown tenderly romancing her lovershe swallowed down a shot from her hip-flask andslipped dejectedly back into the darkness.Penelope Ann watched Nixdown as shedressed. It always amazed her that no matter howfrantic their love-making it only seemed to take NicolaJane a few seconds to straighten up and look herpristine best again.Nix looked at her watch and grinned at Pen.“I’d better cut along,” she told her lover. “I’m reallynot in the mood for six from Claire tonight.” Shewinked at the former Red-shirt.

The WoodettesPenny nodded. “You’d better hurry then,” shebreathed. “And by the way sweetie, I do trust you.”Nicola Jane Nixon smiled and reached up tokiss her lover goodnight before hurrying into thenight.

18A Launch PartyOn Saturday night Miss Spanky Botts andChristy Cranfield returned to the facility. They arrivedin a stretch limousine and brought two guests withthem.“This is Karen Masters and Cathy Cooper,”Spanky introduced the two new clobber-clad guests.“They have helped me develop the site.”The Great Hall was packed with the inmates.Outside in the grounds Cassie Cassy had set up anextravagant barbeque buffet that included racks ofbaby back ribs, rotisseried guinea fowl and smokedbrisket. On the stage Nixdown had hooked up severallarge plasma screens to her Apple computers.At seven-thirty Nixdown clicked an icon on herscreen and the front-page of the www.woodettes.comweb-site appeared on the screen. Breathlessly theinmates watched the counter on the bottom of thescreen.

The WoodettesAt seven forty-five the counter turned to0000001, the inmates whooped and hollered andtoasted each other with the crates of champagneSpanky and the Bounder had furnished.During the first hour activity was slow, lessthan twenty hits and only five people signed up formembership. The disappointment in the hall waspalpable and then all hell broke loose.In the space of an hour over three thousandsurfers hit the site and over twenty per cent signedup for an insight into the Woodyworld of Whops andClobber.Bernadette Summers was rubbing herbumbags with glee. Within hours she had sold out herfirst run of the BSE line of Woody clobber and alreadyhad her Uncle Stacks putting his sweatshops ondouble shifts.“We need to start a line of Woody endorsedcanes, straps and slippers,” she enthused. “We’remaking out like bandits.”Miss Spanky Botts beamed graciously as theinmates stopped by her table to congratulate her. Thefinal version of the site looked truly beautiful.“Bottoms up,” they toasted her.“Speaking of which,” she grinned, “where’sDebs?”“No! En Oh!” said Deborah Mortonemphatically. “You’re all fucking barking! Deranged!I’m not caning any of you!”“The Grand Master said it would be fine,” saidSpanky. “He said we can use the gymnasium. Thinkof it as a launch party.”

71“No!” said Deborah emphatically. “Now go andsit down and enjoy yourselves.”“This is fucking ridiculous,” Deborahcomplained.“I think it’s exciting,” said Nixdown.“Well you would,” said Debs. “You’re asbarking as they are.”“Woof, woof!” grinned Nix.“And don’t you be getting any ideas,” growledDeborah.At the far end of the gymnasium a trainingbeam had been lowered. Equidistantly along thebeam four pairs of navy blue bumbags were sitting upproud.Debs sighed and let Rosemary help her out ofher blazer. Nixdown unfastened the collar and cuffs ofDeborah’s blouse and then loosened Debs tie,adjusting the knot perfectly. Jojo handed her a supercane.Cassie Cassy handed her a glass of champagne.“It looks like that you could use this,” she smiledsweetly.Debs paced out twelve strides and drew a longchalk line on the wooden floor. Her chums hadstepped aside and were leaning against the wall,arms folded across their chests and champagne flutesin their hands.Deborah took a deep breath and tried toconcentrate. She was completely bewildered. For asignificant percentage of the past decade and a halfDeborah Morton had been forced to embark upon hereveryday business wearing a sore arse beneath her

The Woodettesbumbags. Despite opinions to the contrary it was asituation she had actively tried to avert. Steamybumbags had never been high on her agenda. Sheliked to console herself that the semi-permanent painin her posterior was a result of happenstance andcircumstance rather than design. It boggled her mindthat the four women at the far end of the gym werevoluntarily putting their bumbags in the way of aswiping cane.

19The Original WoodettesDeborah licked her lips and walked to the farend of the chalk-line and looked down thegymnasium. Along the beam the four women werefolded over into what was known as the fullhangover. On one side their legs were supported onthe balls of their feet, reaching up to the curve oftheir gossamer covered buttocks. On the far sidestheir faces were hidden between their outstretchedarms and their hair cascaded down towards thewooden floor.Debs decided she would start with Christy; shetapped the tip of the cane on the floor and set offrunning. She approached her target and lowered herright shoulder as she brought the cane through aperfect horizontal plane. Her last minute flick of thewrist gave the cane enough momentum to arrive atits target traveling at Mach One. It was a perfectstrike. She turned around and walked back up thegymnasium.

The WoodettesDeborah stared at her next target. Her heartwas pounding uncomfortably. If she continued alongthe line her next victim would be Karen Masters, awoman she had only met a matter of hours ago.Christy had assured Debs that Karen and CathyCooper were both experienced and dedicatedspankettes. She had shocked Debs by showing hervideos of them bent bare-arsed across the balustradeof the balcony of Spanky’s Venetian palazzo beingthrashed by their hostess in full view of passingtourists. It struck Deborah that Christy’s chums mightwell be certifiably barking.Despite this assessment Deborah Morton feltextremely nervous as she took up her stance andbegan to run down the gym.Debs breathed a sigh of relief, she was fourwhops in and they had all gone off swimmingly. Shelooked over at Jojo, Nix, Rosemary and Cassie Cassy,they were all nodding approvingly and sippingchampagne.Deborah lined herself up with Christy Cranfieldand set off down the gym. She picked up pace as sheapproached her target and swooped in.Debs scooped down a glass of bubbles in oneand stuck out her glass. “I’m fucking exhausted,” shegroaned. “That was just too stressful.”Christy sat on the arm of Debs chair and puther arm around her chum’s shoulders. “You did aterrific job,” she said, “I’m still sizzling.”Karen Masters and Cathy Cooper lifted theirglasses and toasted Debs.

75“Who the fuck are you lunatics?” groanedDeborah.“We’re the original Woodettes,” smiled Karen.She pointed at the screen. “And we’re not alone.”The counter on the bottom of the screenindicated that the new web-site had received over fivethousand hits and that there were now almost sixhundred fully paid up members of the new Woodettecommunity.Debs Morton shook her head incredulously andswigged down her glass of champagne.Miss Spanky Botts squirmed in her chair as shewrote out a cheque for the Grand Master. “I’d like youto make rooms available to my gang in the Old Galapartment block,” she said, “this should be more thanenough to cover renovations and I’ll pay a monthlyrental fee.”“Spanky this is a government correctionalinstitution not a guest resort,” Mr Humphries laughed.Spanky Botts smiled. “I was at the tribunal,”she retorted. “They said you wouldn’t be audited fortwo years. Who’s going to know? Hire us as ITconsultants or something.”Mr Humphries looked down at the cheque. Itwas a considerable amount of money. When theinmates had been sentenced for Extreme Ladettingtheir private assets had been seized by the Systemand many of them were potless. The money could beused to be put into trust along with the unit’s share ofthe profits of Bernadette Summers Enterprises andwould help the inmates when they were released.Mr Humphries carefully folded the cheque andplaced it in his desk drawer.

The Woodettes“I trust that you will do your best not to be toomuch of a disruptive influence,” he smiled.“Moi?” squealed Spanky looking shocked. “Howcould you suggest such a thing?”

20Miss Karen MastersThe following morning Cassie Cassy gamelyclimbed out of her scratch early and set up a brunchbuffet. As the hung-over inmates slowly draggedthemselves downstairs the mimosa and Bloody Marystands were doing brisk business.Spanky and her gang looked surprisingly freshand had brought their laptops to the cafeteria.Activity on the web-site had continued all-night andthe number of new Woodettes continued to rise.Karen Masters sought out a sleepy Nix so theycould work on some minor communication glitchesbetween the www.woodettes.com and GalGabservers.Nixdown had been impressed by Karen theprevious evening. As a die-hard spankette herself shecompletely understood the four women’s motivationsto be caned in the world’s most infamous Whops andClobber establishment.“How’s your bum?” Nixdown asked Karencheerily.

The WoodettesKaren grinned. “It’s quite tender actually,” shetold Nix. “That gal canes hard, but it was a greatexperience.”Nixdown nodded knowingly.Karen Masters could still vividly remember theday that her best friend was spanked in theclassroom. They had been sixth formers andconsidered themselves to be extremely poised andmature. She recalled her friend being called to thefront of the class to be ticked off for making a drolland languid remark. Her chum had not taken kindly tobeing dressed down and had pouted sulkily, refusingto apologize to the teacher. The teacher in turn hadnot taken kindly to her pal’s attitude and had put heracross her knee.The school did not practice any form ofphysical punishment whatsoever so Karen’s friend hadbeen taken completely by surprise.Karen remembered the expression on herfriends face changing from sullen poutiness, tobewilderment and then startled recognition as theteacher grabbed her wrist and unceremoniouslydumped her across her lap.Karen could remember every spank and slap,fifteen in total that landed on the seat of her friend’spleated skirt while she was pinned down. She couldremember the anguished look on her chums face asshe ran tearfully from the classroom, taking refuge inthe bathroom until Karen came to comfort her.Despite her sympathy for her friend’s acuteembarrassment, at unexpected moments Karen wouldrelive the incident in her head. Wondering what it had

79been like to be spontaneously upended andignominiously spanked.Karen tried to engage her best chum inconversations on the subject but she refused to speakabout it. To her friend’s eternal shame she was nowcommonly referred to around the school as ‘the girlwho was spanked’.While Karen was away at university, studyingindustrial design, the memory continued to preoccupyher. One day she typed the word spanking into asearch engine and was astounded by the amount ofreturns. She spent days gazing at pictures of girlssplayed out across laps having their bottoms smackedand wondered what it would be like.On several occasions she prevailed upon locallothario’s to indulge in a little hanky-spanky but shefound the encounters disappointing and unfulfilling.She continued to gaze at the pictures on the net.Karen first encountered Miss Spanky Botts inVenice. At the time Spanky was bent over the thirdfloor balustrade of the balcony of her palazzo. Shewas dressed in school uniform and was being canedby the celebrated artist William Graham. It was not asight that Karen Masters had expected when she hadboarded the vaporetto to take a tour of the GrandCanal. Subsequently she would discover that SpankyBotts was a popular tourist attraction.Karen learned that Spanky hung out at afashionable café opposite the Teatro La Fenice andsought her out. After drinks Spanky invited her newfriend back to the palazzo to view the hundreds of

The Woodettespaintings, sketches and photographs William Grahamhad made of his muse in a variety of spanking poses.Karen was enthralled by the lifestyle of divinedecadence and was delighted when Spanky invitedher to stay for a few days. Spanky and Karen becameinstant soul mates.Although during her first stay she didn’t quitepluck up the courage to bend over the balustradeKaren Masters did satisfy her curiosity with regard towhat it would be like to be turned over a knee andspanked. William Graham saw to that.During the Snobs and Rotters tribunal Spankyand Karen queued up to get front row seats. Overdrinks each night they conjured up the idea ofwww.woodettes.com as a celebration of theimmaculately groomed and clobbered heroines fromWoodys.Karen gave up her day job to help design anddevelop the site. The two friends sashayed about thenew Woodettes offices dressed in beautifully tailoredclobber. Visiting the Back to School community was adream come true.Nixdown Nixon loved that story.

21Miss Cathy CooperDebs Morton and Christy Cranfield sat togetherdrinking mimosas. Deborah continued to kvetch overthe previous evenings activities.“I just don’t understand it, Christy,” she said.“In here we pursue whops as part of our culture. Notbecause we like wearing steamy bumbags, butbecause it’s our way to rage against the machine.Once I get out of here I intend to hang up mybumbags and get on with my life.”Christy patted her old chum’s hand. “Don’tover analyze it, Debs. Horses for courses and all that.But we really appreciate what you did for us lastnight. You have to understand that for gals of ourpersuasion being caned by a genuine legend was anopportunity of a lifetime. Just look at Cathy overthere; she’s lit up like a Christmas tree.”Cathy Cooper was beaming at the group ofinmates that were entertaining her and regaling herwith tales of Woodyworld.

The WoodettesCathy Cooper had come to spanking late in life.The school she had attended had not practicedcorporal punishment. She had enjoyed school-life, shewas a model student and in her final year herexemplary performance was rewarded when she wasappointed Headgirl. She was a popular choice andtreated the other pupils with great compassion. Shefelt genuinely guilty when she was compelled to givethem lines or place them in detention.She had attended university where she earnedan honors degree in Chemistry. It was during her finalyear at college that she discovered her predilection.She had attended a fancy dress party with a schooltheme. One of the entertainments had been a partygame where the girls took turns to bend over the armof a sofa and had to guess who was spanking them.The spankings were not serious but she found theexperience of bending over and exposing her pantiesextremely titillating. During the final months prior tograduating she threw several parties where she madesure that the spanking game was included in theevening’s entertainment.After university she decided to take a year offto travel. Wherever she went she managed to enticefellow travelers to indulge in her favorite game. CathyCooper had become addicted.After a year she returned home and began thelaborious task of finding paying work. It was duringthis time that she received her first serious spanking.It had started as a joke. She had thrown asurprise dinner party for a friend’s birthday. Shedecided that she would act as chef and waitressdressed in a comically short school uniform. It hadbeen a boisterous affair and Cathy had got somewhat

83squiffy. Half-jokingly she had proposed a charityauction with the highest bidder giving her a spanking.The guests had got into the spirit of things andthe auction had raised considerable quids. Thewinning bidder turned her over his knee in the middleof the dining room.At first Cathy was alarmed. The spanking wasbeing delivered with considerable more zeal andgusto than the friendly parlor-room smacks she hadpreviously experienced. However, she quickly settledin and found herself enjoying the delicious heat in herbackside. It was a revelation.Cathy Cooper stopped looking for work inPharmaceutical laboratories and began to host weeklyspanking happenings at her apartment. She soonattracted a cult following. She was careful, vetting theguests and hiring a hard-bodied geezer to act assecurity. She was astonished by the number of youngwomen who attended and were willing to put theirbacksides on the block for auction.When the tribunal began Cathy watched withfascination and excitement. She had heard about theBig House, of course, but was thrilled as the details oflife of the facility were slowly disclosed. On the thirdday of the hearing she noticed two women sitting inthe front row of the audience dressed in full Woodyclobber. Cathy Cooper hurried out to a haberdasheryand procured herself a set. The following day sheattended the tribunal in her newly acquired clobberand sought out the two women. She introducedherself to Miss Spanky Botts and Karen Masters. The

The Woodettesthree women immediately became fixtures in thefront row at the hearing.Cathy invited Spanky and Karen to attend oneof her happenings. The Snobs and Rotters tribunalhad become a national obsession and everybody atthe event was fixated with all things Whops andClobber. Spanky Botts immediately began to plan thelaunch of www.woodettes.com.Cathy Cooper joined Spanky’s staff on a parttimebasis, continuing to operate her happenings.Spanky, Karen and eventually Christy becamepermanent fixtures, delighted to have an outlet tosatisfy their desires.For Cathy Cooper being caned by DeborahMorton was the highlight of her career.

22The Wart’s ReturnAfter the excitement of the weekend theinmates predictably found it difficult to settle backinto the curriculum of lectures and tutorials. Verbalwarnings and yellow cards abounded.The Wart had removed the bandage from herarm and was eager to get some whops on herscorecard. When the Bounder openly rubbished hershe called her up before the form and instructed herto touch her toes.By the Wart’s standards it was a well-deliveredcaning. She took deep breaths between strokes andset herself up properly. It was a good crisp caning butnonetheless the only reaction she got from theBounder was a contemptuous curl of the lip.The Wart gnashed her teeth in frustration.The Wart grinned wolfishly. She couldn’tbelieve her luck. Less than thirty minutes after theunsatisfying beating of the Bounder she had anothershot at getting her jollies.

The WoodettesRosemary Booker peeled off her blazer andhung it over the back of the chair. She stepped outinto the aisle and walked towards the front of theroom.Ms Wharton flexed the cane between herhands and tried to relax. Rosemary’s voluptuousposterior pointed upwards with her bumbagsstretching at the seams was a vision of beauty. TheWart breathed in deeply and let the air out slowly.She needed to concentrate. The GeoDame wasdetermined not to waste a stroke.Rosemary blinked. The cane had sliced acrossher backside with alarming potency and had almostknocked the wind out of her. She managed to keepher fingers glued to the tips of her toes. Behind herthe Wart grinned with satisfaction. The cane hadrebounded from Rosemary’s bumbags with aresounding crack. She was confident that the effectswould be ricocheting around Rosemary’s centralnervous system in a most disagreeable manner.Rosemary Booker gritted her teeth. The secondand third strokes had landed with the same venom asthe first. She was having considerable difficulty notjerking up as the cane sliced across her bumbags.Rosemary knew from bitter experience that if herfingertips moved as much as a millimeter from thetips of her shoes the Wart would call foul and disallowthe stroke.The Wart grinned with satisfaction. She wastaking her time, knowing that Rosemary’s calf

87muscles would be straining uncomfortably. The longershe was forced to remain in her ignominious stoopthe more likely she was to jerk up. She flexed thecane and raised her arm in the air.Rosemary’s chums watched sympathetically.The Wart’s tactics were transparent. She was wellaware how difficult it was to maintain the toetouchingposition and she was making Rosemarysuffer unnecessarily.They crossed their fingers as the fifth strokeslashed across their chum’s bumbags.“It’s only whops, it’s only whops,” Rosemarymuttered. Despite her unfortunate epiphany that thecane actually hurt and her recent determination tokeep whippy sticks away from her bumbags she wasstill a player. She had no intention of giving the Wartan opportunity to give her extra strokes. Shesqueezed her eyes shut and repeated her mantraover and over in her head. The sixth stroke slashedacross her crammed full bumbags at an alarmingspeed.“Be-yotch,” muttered Rosemary.“You did very well,” consoled Deborah as sherubbed mystical balms into the stripes on her bestchum’s rear end. “You put it up and kept it up, andyou stayed down. I’m proud of you.”Rosemary grunted. “She’s still a be-yotch.”Patty was glowering into her glass. The Wart’sgloating was beginning to give her the pip. In herposition as Deputy Grand Dame, with no teaching

The Woodettesduties, she had to rely on her cohorts to send inmatesup to her office for the cane. Recently her cronies hadnot been delivering the goods.“You’re not sharing it about enough,” sheaccused the Wart.“I’ve been out of action for a while,” pointedout Ms Wharton. “I was just getting my eye back in.I’ll see what I can do tomorrow,” she assured MsHodge.Patty continued to glower.

23A Trashing Before a ThrashingDeborah Morton felt her hand shaking as shereached for the doorknob. She had spent severalminutes standing in the corridor outside Patty Hodge’soffice desperately trying to pluck up the courage topress the buzzer. She had fussed with the knot of hertie, smoothed down her skirt and adjusted the redsash that she wore around her waist. She started toreach for the buzzer and then stopped herself andfussed with her clobber some more.Now it was exactly four o’clock and she knewthat if she was even seconds late Patty would use itto her advantage and make things worse. With atrembling finger Debs pressed the buzzer.Deborah’s heart sank. As soon as she hadopened her mouth she knew that she was in trouble.The Wart’s face had broken into a gleeful smile.“Step up Morton,” she cackled, “step up beforethe form.”

The WoodettesDebs pushed back her chair and stood up. Shesighed and dejectedly walked down the aisle towardsthe front of the room.Deborah did her best not to recoil under theWart’s spiteful tirade. She could have kicked herself ather own foolishness; relations between Deborah andthe Geo-Dame had never been good but in recentmonths they had reached an all-time low.The Grand Master’s decision to allow Deborahto thrash the Wart as retribution for having herpublicly collared had caused Ms Wharton to sponsor a‘Get Morton’ campaign amongst her cohorts on theRadical Right.Ms Wharton was a canny bird and knew thatany future punishments she administered to Debswould come under scrutiny and would have to be onehundred per cent legitimate. However, despiteknowing that she had a target prominently painted onthe seat of her bumbags Debs had rashly chosen tojape the Wart.Deborah had no choice but to stand andendure the tongue-lashing. There was no questionthat she was bang to rights. The Wart had played itby the book. She had given Deborah a verbal warningand followed it up with a yellow card. When Debspersisted in interrupting the proceedings with afurther comic aside it was three strikes and out.Deborah’s heart sank.“Go and stand in the corridor,” the Wartconcluded. “You can pay a visit to Ms Hodge at fouro’clock and explain yourself.”

91Debs stood in the corridor with her hands onher head and her nose pressed against the wall. Inmany ways being corridored was the worst of allpossible outcomes. If the Wart had chosen to whopher herself it would have been a crap-shoot as to howmuch mischief and mayhem she succeeded ingenerating inside Debs bumbags. If she had electedto red-card Debs and send her up before the GrandMaster she would have been guaranteed a mandatorytwelve stroke bare bender. Nonetheless, despite theconsiderable pain of being punished on the barebottom she knew she would be treated graciously andthe punishment would be delivered in a businesslikemanner.However, a trip up before the Deputy GrandDame was a different matter. There was no questionthat she would be soundly thrashed, which was badenough, but what was extremely unappealing was theprelude to the thrashing she felt sure she would beforced to endure.“I’ve sent you a special gift,” the Wart gloatedto Patty during the afternoon break. “You owe me aslap-up meal.”Patty winked. “I’ll give you a blow by blowaccount in the Bunch of Grapes tonight,” she assuredher chum.Deborah stood in the center of the room withher hands on her head. Her cheeks were burning andshe was struggling to keep from weeping with angerand humiliation.

The WoodettesAt five-feet ten inches tall, with flaming redhair and startling green eyes Patty Hodge cut animposing figure. In three-inch spiked heels shetowered over Deborah forcing Debs to crane her neckto meet her gaze.Patty Hodge was a world-class scolder. Shehad first perfected her skills as the ruthless Headgirlof the original Woody School. Despite the Guidelinesfor Extreme Scolding forbidding the use of personallydefamatory remarks Patty pushed the limits. She wasa brilliant academic and extremely articulate. Shecould press the buttons of even the most hardenedinmate.Debs did her best to ignore the vitrioliccastigation but Patty was skillful. She constantlyasked direct questions that forced Deborah toconcentrate in order that she could respond. DebsMorton felt that she was being thoroughly trashed.All the while Deborah was acutely aware of thewye-tipped cane lying prominently on Patty’s oversizeddesk.

24The Wye-tipped CanePatty Hodge had Deborah set up perfectly.Debs was stretched out across the over-sized oakdesk with her gymslip turned back and her bumbagsstraining. She was up on the balls of her feet so thather arms dangled limply over the far side of the desk.She was waiting to be caned.Patty flexed the thirty-six inch long wye-tippedcane between her hands and studied her target. Shewas in no hurry to expedite the proceedings andlicked her lips and savored the moment.Patricia Hodge had first come up with theprototype for her wye-tipped canes while she wasHeadgirl at the original Woody School. Patty’sselection as Headgirl was the culmination of atypically well-orchestrated campaign. Although bynature she was haughty and autocratic she could alsobe beguilingly charming. She was tall, beautiful andcharismatic and her academic brilliance attractedconsiderable accolades from her tutors.

The WoodettesThe Woody School was notoriously strict and itwas impossible to get through a school career withoutbeing caned. Nonetheless, Patty was extremelysuccessful in limiting her punishments to the bareminimum, and when she was unsuccessful sheconsoled herself that it was a good learningexperience and took copious notes on styles andtechniques.Patty always made it her priority to developfriendly relations with the Headgirls and prefects,offering them the services of the circle of cloyinglysycophantic toadies with which she had surroundedherself.She loved to listen to the Headgirls recountingtales of the numerous beatings that theyadministered. Patty bought a cane from a cataloguespecializing in such lines of merchandise and spentyears secretly practicing her technique in preparationfor the day that she dreamed of taking overresponsibility for thrashing her sub-ordinates.During her year in the Lower Sixth form shewas at her most unctuous. Patty was keenly awarethat a positive endorsement from the outgoingHeadgirl would add considerable weight to hercampaign for promotion to the position of ultimatepower. She insinuated her way into the good gracesof the presiding Headgirl to such an extent that shewas almost considered an associate prefect. She evenpersuaded the Red-shirt to allow her to witnessnumerous thrashings so that she could further studytechnique. Patricia Hodge considered herself heirapparent to the throne.However, the majority of her schoolmates werenot fooled by the charming façade she portrayed to

95the tutors and prefects. She was considered twofacedand spiteful and was widely despised. Herappointment to fulfill the role of Red-shirt wasextremely unpopular.Not surprisingly, once she was elected asHeadgirl, the pupils of the Woody School wereimmediately subjected to a new and heinous regime.Patricia was so prolific with her cane that she soonbecame known simply as ‘Thrasher Hodge’.Patty marshaled her toadies into the firstincarnation of the Secret Society of Serial Spankersand provided them guidelines for scolding andsweating. To the alarm of the pupils she introducedthe fine art of collaring into day to day life.Life was tough under Patty’s regime and nonemore so than for a fifth former named Susan Lawton.Susan was also brilliant and beautiful and shewas extremely popular. She also had the reputationfor being the naughtiest girl in the school. Pattyenvied Susan’s popularity and she became the subjectof one of Patty’s malicious obsessions.Patty caned Susan several times during herfirst weeks in office. To her great disappointmentSusan treated her with considerable contempt. Pattyobsessively plotted and planned new ways to causetrouble for Susan. She orchestrated an anti-Lawtoncampaign constantly updating the Grand Dame andthe Brass of Susan’s latest shenanigans.In a brilliant coup she had one of her pre’s redcardSusan out of the assembly hall on bogus goofingcharges. The Grand Dame disregarded Susan’sinsistence that the charges were bogus and gave hera six-stroke bare bender. Several hours later anotherprefect booted Susan out of the lunch hall on even

The Woodettesmore ridiculous charges and gave her another six upin the library. Patty culminated her coup by personallycollaring Susan in the middle of the recreation areaand dragging her up to the Grand Dame’s study.Susan listened in wide-eyed horror as Pattyproceeded to tell the Grand Dame porkies on amassive scale.The following morning her school chums wereastonished to see Susan led onto the stage dressed ina pair of crisp white gym shorts. The pupils were usedto seeing girls caned in front of the school, but thepunishments were limited to three strokes across thepalms of their left hand. Susan Lawton made Woodyhistory as the first girl ever to be ‘bottomed’ in frontof the school.Susan found herself literally on a hiding tonothing. Patty manipulated the system artfully andSusan Lawton was punished at a record-breakingrate.Patty loved to experiment with new techniquesfor making life unpleasant for her sub-ordinates andused Susan as her guinea-pig. One evening Susanwas summonsed to the library and was dismayed tofind Patty brandishing her newest invention, twocanes taped together. Patty gave Susan a six strokebender and was delighted with the results. Sheimmediately contacted a purveyor of disciplinaryproducts and commissioned the lethal wye-tipped thatwould become her signature.

25Malicious ObsessionsDeborah heard the whistle of the cane cuttingthrough the air and braced herself. The sound of thecane landing echoed around the room.Patty cackled. “Scared ya, didn’t I?”Deborah lay panting across the desk. Patty hadswiped the cane down on a fat-padded cushioninstead of Deborah’s bumbags.“You evil be-yotch,” muttered Debs.Patty took aim and sliced the cane down forreal. It was an absolute scorcher and caused Debs tobuck and writhe across the desk.Deborah had been a long-term victim of one ofPatty’s malicious obsessions. Actually it had started asan obsession of opportunity. When Deborah had beendeclared as Public Enemy Number One and replacedLisa Sutton as Ms Lawton’s personal bête noire Pattyhad summonsed her cohorts on the Radical Rightalong with Yvonne Godfrey’s vindictive SerialSpankers and announced a ‘Get Morton’ campaign.She advised them to take advantage of Deborah’s

The Woodettesmore obvious flaws, such as goofing and gabbing inassembly and serial clobber abuse, and exploit themto the full.They were heady times for Patty. OperationScorched Arse was in full flow so the Deputy GrandDame felt she was perfectly within her rights tosubject Debs to a campaign of hostile targeting.Deborah didn’t help herself. She continued togoof in assembly and received a dozen red-cards. Onhalf those occasions she received a second red-cardand a trip over Katie’s knee for zero tolerance collarand tie abuse. Any hopes of returning to Ms Lawton’sgood graces were scuppered by her persistent chuckouts.With the Red House counsel loaded withmembers of the SS she was a sitting duck. She wassubjected to three full collar walkthroughs followed byformal house beatings.To make matters worse Ms Whitton was allover Deborah’s bumbags with the custom violin bowthat she had named the Morton Special.Patty reveled in Deborah’s misfortune andbecame obsessed with directing operations,encouraging her troops to swap intelligence and takemaximum advantage if they learned that Deborah hadalready been caned that day. Deborah received sixpublic floggings, three of which were as a result ofbeing red-carded three times in a single day byPatty’s posse.The ‘Get Morton’ campaign was a huge successand not surprisingly Deborah scored her first Bull,receiving fifty punishments during the year ofOperation Scorched Arse.

99Patty was apoplectic when Mr Humphriespublicly prohibited hostile targeting and declassifiedDebs from her position as Public Enemy Number One.Nonetheless, she had no intention of turning downthe heat in Deborah’s bumbags and encouraged herRadical Right cronies to thrash Debs within an inch ofher life whenever the opportunity arose.The opportunity to personally thrash Debswithin an inch of her life was nectar to Patty. Sheraised her arm in the air and slashed her canedownwards.Deborah was not having a good time of it. Theverbal haranguing had drained her and she was not inthe best shape for an epic whopping. Debs backsidewas a well-calibrated whopometer and the first twostrokes had registered off the scale. She bracedherself again as the cane whistled.Patty slashed the cane down across thecushion again and cackled as she watched Debs flinchinvoluntarily.“Jumpy aren’t we?” she laughed and sliceddown another scorcher.Deborah’s face contorted into a silent howl.Deborah lay spread-eagled across the desktop,her backside throbbing from the first three strokes.Patty was taking a time-out to pour herself a gin andtonic.“You’re going to need to invest in a new pair ofbumbags after I’ve finished with you,” Patty observeddrolly. “I’m going to cut the one’s you’re wearing to

The Woodettestatters.” She chuckled to herself and strolled aroundthe room sipping her drink and swishing her caneominously.Deborah’s eyes burned with humiliation andfrustration. Her backside burned with the alarmingheat resulting from the first three strokes of the lethalwye-tipped cane. There was nothing that she coulddo but remain prone across the desk and wait to becaned some more.

26Extreme Rubbing“She’s such a fucking be-yotch,” groanedDeborah. She was lying face down across RosemaryBooker’s lap having her bottom tended to withmystical balms.“She certainly did a job on you,” sympathizedRosemary, “these weals are pretty ripe.”Deborah squirmed in her best chum’s lap. “Itfeels like I won’t be able to sit down for a week,” shecomplained. “And I can’t believe I let her see thatshe’d hurt me. She’ll be laughing all the way to theBunch of Grapes tonight.”Rosemary sighed and continued herministrations.The second phase of the beating had gone nobetter than the first. Patty had left Debs sprawledacross the desk for almost ten minutes beforeproceeding. She had entertained herself by tauntingDeborah in a most unsavory manner.

The WoodettesThe first three strokes had been delivered sothat the wye-tip branded Deborah’s right buttock;with the final three strokes Patty gave Debs left cheeka thorough workover. It was a ferocious thrashing byany standards.Patty didn’t even give Debs any time to collectherself. Once the sixth stroke had echoed around theroom Patty reached forward, took Deborah roughly bythe scruff of her neck and yanked her to her feet.Patty span Debs around to face her. Deborah’sfeatures were contorted in undisguised agony, hereyes were bright with unwept tears, and she was ashwhite.Patty stuck out a long finger and jabbedDeborah in the chest. “So tell me that wasn’t hot,”she gloated.Debs head was spinning and she felt unsteadyon her pins. She unsuccessfully tried to muster up adefiant glare. Deborah Morton was in no doubtwhatsoever that she had been thoroughly nailed.“Thanks Warty-one,” grinned Patty in thesaloon bar of the Bunch of Grapes. “I owe you one. Ihaven’t had so much fun since my grandma got hertit caught in the mangle.”The Wart smiled and slugged back a tequilashot. She was feeling smug. Much as she lovedcaning Deborah herself she also gained considerablesatisfaction from subjecting Debs to a visit to Patty’sstudy.“I spotted Morton in the quad before I cameout,” said the Wart. “She looked like she’d beenbeaten bandy.”

103“I fucking nailed her,” gloated Patty. “Youshould have seen the look on her face; she was asclose to tears as I’ve ever seen her.”Katie Beck brandished her glass in the air,“One up for the good guys,” she chortled.Debs was having considerable difficultyconcentrating. Several hours had elapsed since shehad been bent over the desk but the pain in her rearend was showing no signs of subsiding. She had triedeverything. Mystical balms, a spin around therecreation area, some discrete rubbing and severalstiff drinks; nothing was having any noticeable effect.Many of her chums had stopped by to inspectthe damage and commiserate with her until shefinally tired of their company and made her apologies.She leaned against the mantelpiece andmoodily sucked on a fag. The wye-tip of the cane hadleft branding marks on both cheeks and the scarletweals were sticking to her bumbags in a mostdisagreeable manner.She stubbed out her cigarette and poured aglass of wine. She took a sip of her drink and thenmuttered, “What the hell.”Deborah Morton reached back under her skirtand rubbed and rubbed and rubbed.