Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

Operation Scorched Arseskinny baton was only a light implement butadministered with such purpose made it aninstrument of stinging torment.By now Deborah’s howls were changing fromindignation to genuine distress. The baton continuedto slice across her arse and the frenzied Dame wasshowing no signs of letting up. Deborah’s cheekswere criss-crossed with angry weals and her struggleswere becoming frantic. Her legs scissored throughthe air, her buttocks squirmed and wriggled to escapethe onslaught, she tried to put her hands back toprotect herself to no avail, but still the beatingcontinued.The members of the choir watched in horrifiedawe. Ms Whitton was thrashing Deborah with thefervor of a frenzied zealot. Her arm was pumping upand down at a frantic pace.Debs Morton had a reputation for inspiring irein members of the Brass and the Elite but even by herunfortunate standards the untimely release of windhad pushed Ms Whitton over the brink. It appeared tothe choristers that she was literally frothing at themouth.Finally after the baton had slashed acrossDeborah’s backside three dozen times or more MsWhitton began to slow down. With three last swipesthe whipping finally drew to a close.The hall was suddenly silent. Ms Whittondragged up Deborah’s bumbags and smoothed downher skirt. Debs remained sprawled across the Dame’slap as if uncertain of what to do. Roughly Ms Whittonyanked Deborah to her feet. Debs, normally so self-