Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

Operation Scorched Arse“And one more thing, Morton,” announced MsLawton as she selected a long thin cane and swishedit through the air. “I’m about sick of your persistentcollar and tie abuse. I’m going to instruct Katie togive you a double slippering in the morning. Nowremove your blazer and bend over the chair.”Deborah thrust her hands into the pockets ofher blazer as she tottered out of the Grand Damesstudy. There was no question that Ms Lawton hadmade good on her promise and beaten Deborah very,very soundly. Debs felt as if smoke was billowing outfrom underneath her skirt. Over the years Deborah’srear end had become a well-calibrated whopometerbut she didn’t need to inspect any gauges to knowthat she had just been totally nailed.Ms Lawton took several deep breathes.Deborah was folded over the straight-backed chair infront of the fireplace. The skirt of her skirt and the tailof her blouse were meticulously folded back. Her navyblue gossamer bumbags were concertinaed aroundher ankles.The Grand Dame took a tight grip on thethirty-six inch long cane and tapped it downwards.Ms Lawton prided herself on her evenhandedness.She came from the school of hardwhopsand knew from bitter experience what it waslike to be personally targeted. During the first fouryears of Deborah’s sentence she had beensympathetic towards her celebrity inmate. She hadsuspected that Deborah’s spectacular arrest andsubsequent trashing in the press had been