Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

39With perfect comic timing Deborah Mortonfarted.It was not a small, secretive girly grunt but anenormous fart. Enough wind to make a gals skirt flapand to strain the seams of her bumbags. It wasflatulence on a fantastic scale. It was a fart thatswooped and soared and echoed throughout the hall.T’was a veritably gargantuan guff.For a moment the hall was quiet. ThenDeborah Morton began to laugh. She rocked back onher heels and tickled her ribs with mirth. She wasquickly accompanied by the hysterical tittering of therest of the choir as they celebrated the sheer majestyof the fabulous fart.Momentarily Ms Whitton stared at DeborahMorton, an incredulous look on her face. For a heftylady she moved with remarkable speed. She grabbedDeborah Morton by the wrist and in a fluid movementsat back on the piano stool and dumped the helplessinmate face down over her knee. With even greaterspeed she had turned back Deborah’s skirt and to theamazement of the assembled choir she yankedDeborah’s bumbags down until they wereconcertinaed around her ankles.At first Deborah had been winded by herdizzying downward journey but she quickly regainedher breath and started to struggle. However, fit andathletic though she was, Deborah was no match forthe brawny Dame.“Leggo of me,” Deborah wailed, “Lemme up!”