A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixonany inkling of my persuasion. I suspect that a trickcyclist might make something of the innermechanisms of my subconscious but I am not a greatone for shrinks. I spent a large part of my youth invarious doctor’s waiting rooms when the authoritieswere trying to unveil some dark secret behind mycompulsion with shin-hacking. I bamboozled themwith a shed-full of porkies. As far as I was concernedmy compulsion was a perfectly natural reaction tohaving my bottom whipped by some snotty be-yotchwith a cane in her hand.I stood up and fetched the bottle andrefreshed the glasses. Pen swished the crop throughthe air playfully. It made a threatening whistle. Shesmiled at me and winked.Penny Ann has grown to be at ease with thedynamic of our relationship. It took her a little time tofind her comfort zone but these days she is quitehappy getting her kicks on Nix-Sixty-Six.When we first started to play together I’m surethat I confused Pen. She was the Red-shirt of thefacility and on two occasions she had been requiredto dangle me in the disciplinary theater. By beingdangled I am referring to being put across her knee,upstairs in the library, and being spanked on my barebum with the back of a long-handled, oval-headed,wood-backed hairbrush. As I have said earlier I donot take this type of punishment well and accordingto Penelope Ann I was rather grumpy during theseincidents. As a result she was understandablybewildered when I invited her to the stables and