Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

Operation Scorched Arseforce. Debs bucked and wriggled and kicked. Herchums watched anxiously as Ms Whitton prepared forthe last and probably most formidable swipe.“Get up gal!” snapped Ms Whitton.Deborah couldn’t believe her ears. The Damemust have miscounted. She was going to get off withfive. Painfully she pushed herself up and smoothedher skirt down. Stiff-legged she slowly started backtowards her desk.“Where do you think you’re going?” barked theDame.Deborah turned and looked plaintively at MsWhitton.“Bend over,” the Dame snapped.Deborah grimaced.“Turn around Morton and bend over and touchyour toes.”Slowly Deborah turned and faced the seatedinmates. She bent forward at the waist and reacheddown towards the tips of her shoes. Ms Whittonturned back the hem of her skirt.The tension in the room was palpable. Theywatched Ms Whitton take careful aim, raise the violinbow in the air then slice it downwards. InvoluntarilyDeborah stood bolt upright her hands clasping at hercheeks, a look of anguish on her face. It was aperfectly executed bacon slicer.Ms Whitton tapped the floor in front ofDeborah’s shoes.“Touch them Morton,” she snapped, “you knowthe form.”With trembling fingers Deborah reached down.