Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

75Southern Brazil she had specified an unusual stiffnessfor the shaft, explaining that it was for displaypurposes only. It was a truly lethal weapon.Deborah’s whole body reacted uncontrollably.Her legs kicked back, her hands gripped her head andshe writhed so much that she almost rolled off thestool. It was a tremendous strike. The echo of woodrebounding off tautened gossamer reverberatedaround the far corners of the hall.Debs looked ashen as she handed over herpersonal punishment record book for post-processing.The collar and tie that she had restored to a nonabusivecondition was now skew-whiff. Her hairlooked unkempt and the light trace of mascara shewas allowed to wear was smudged across her face.Wordlessly Ms Whitton annotated the book andthen without warning she pointed back at the stool.“Now bend over again,” she said curtly.Debs mouth opened and her chin wagged butno sounds came out.“You cussed me out,” snapped Ms Whitton,“now bend over or I shall have you collared and takenup to the Grand Dames and demand you are given apublic flogging.”Deborah Morton gaped at the music instructor.For a moment she said nothing and remained gluedto the spot. Then finally she glared defiantly at MsWhitton. “You’ll never make me howl and you’ll nevermake me blub,” she said rebelliously and thenhopelessly she leaned down and stretched her bodyout across the stool.