Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

127despite her show of bravado Claire would be reachingthe peak of anxiety by now. She would be willing hermother to get it over with and at the same timepraying to the Gods that she would be released.Timing was everything.As the second hand completed its threehundred and sixty degree journey Ma removed herleft hand from around her daughter’s waist andreached over and pushed down on the back ofClaire’s neck. As Claire’s nose was thrust towards thecarpet her backside jerked upwards. Ma Brooksswung her brush.The three zingers landed one on top of eachother on the crown of the right cheek of Claire’sbackside in a blitz of fast spanks.Claire squeezed her eyes tight and gritted herteeth as the pain overwhelmed her. Her right legscissored back at the knee and she clenched her fistsinto tight balls.Ma Brooks placed the hairbrush on the floorand began to rearrange Claire’s clobber.“Why don’t you do fifteen minutes nose andtoes,” Ma told Claire, “and then after you’ve changedinto something more comfortable come down stairs tothe living room. You know how much your father likesto share a cognac with you before bed.”“Yes, Ma,” groaned Claire as she pushedherself off her mothers lap.The inmates returned in the usual fleet oflimos, taxis and buses to register for the next