Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

Operation Scorched Arseand tribulations had been the hot topic on thegossvine. They praised her for her courage andfortitude and assured her that nothing would divertthem from the campaign of mischief and mayhem.Debs did her best to be gracious; it was thecamaraderie of the inmates that made incarcerationat the nations most austere Back to School unitbearable. Nonetheless, Deborah Morton just wishedthat her arse didn’t throb so badly.“Come on, Debs,” Rosemary said cheerfully. “Itwas only whops,” as she spread Deborah out acrossher lap and began to rub one of her mystical balmsinto the steamy weals.“Yeah, rock on Rosie,” groaned Debs, “youknow what sister? Sometimes I think that you’refucking barking!”“Woof! Woof!” giggled Rosie and continued tomassage the soothing aloe-based creams into theswollen stripes.“We’re back full steam ahead,” gloated Patty.“I told you that there was nothing to fret about. Shesigned off all the amendments to the protocolsincluding the Politics of Clobber stuff that she rejectedbefore.”Katie, the Wart and Ms Whitton beamedgleefully and chugged back tequila slammers. Pattyordered a bottle of bubbles and put it on Katie’s tab.“Bottoms up,” she toasted, “here’s toOperation Scorched Arse.”