Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

Operation Scorched Arse“This is ridiculous,” Debs snapped back.“You’re not going to beat me for this.”“Are you refusing to obey me?” asked MsWhitton.“You’re damn right I am,” said Debsobstinately.“Very well Morton, I shall send someone elseto fetch the bow and in the meantime I shallsummons Jacqueline Ivanhoe and Yvonne Godfreyand I will have you held down.”The tension in the Great Hall was palpable.“You rotten fucking bitch,” Debs blurted out.“This is so fucking bogus.”“I’ll count to five Miss Morton, it’s your choice.”Deborah trudged through the corridorscarrying the wooden violin bow that Ms Whitton hadcommissioned for the sole purpose of beating her.Her mind was racing; the heat in her backside wasshowing no signs of diminishing. The prospect ofbeing thrashed with the customized rod wasunthinkable.Deborah desperately fought back her tears.The pain was excruciating. She was sprawled outacross a low lying piano stool, her arms and legsstretched out into a full drape, her head well downand her arse well up. She sensed the Music Damestepping in for the final swipe and squeezed her eyestight.Ms Whitton was a burly cove and wasnotorious for the venom with which she wielded theviolin bow. When she commissioned the particularbow that she was wielding from a purveyor in