Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

87shivers down the spines of the watching inmates.Deborah recoiled under the verbal assault.It was a scolding on an epic scale. It was thegeneral consensus amongst the inmates that theGrand Dame stayed up late at nights poring overancient tomes and lexicons searching for newvariations of the word malfeasance. She seemedintent on demonstrating the full extent of hervocabulary as she publicly denounced Deborah.Debs did her best not to flinch under thescathing attack but she could feel her cheeks turningbright red and she was having increasing difficultymeeting the Grand Dames eye.Deborah trudged out of the hall. This morningspublic scolding had made the one she had receivedtwo days earlier seem like a cozy chat over tea andcrumpets. She felt mentally and physically drained asshe dispiritedly made her way through the corridors.The past forty-eight hours had not been kindto Deborah Morton’s rear end. Her nailing by theGrand Dame and the heinous double beating by MsWhitton had been excruciating. The following morningshe had been forced to pitch up at Katie’s to beslippered for collar and tie abuse. The unit matronhad taken great relish in putting Debs over her kneeand had spanked her so hard it had brought tears toDeborah’s eyes.Deborah had been forced to spend most of theweekend standing up. As she cut through thecorridors it occurred to Debs that if the Grand Damedecided to lay it on as thick as she had on Saturdaymorning she was in for a very disagreeableexperience. Deborah Morton was not faint of heart