A Public Spanking

Although R Humphries is a die-hard lover of using the cane there is nothing more wonderfully intimate than having My Beloved Jojo draped across my knees waiting to be spanked with my hand, a wood-backed hairbrush, a paddle, tawse or a variety of kitchen utensils.

I suppose having her across my lap with her arse considerably higher than her head represents the ultimate position of submission. At the Woody Back to School Unit several members of the Brass and the Elite favor the otk position which is greatly unpopular with the inmates, who consider it undignified.

In the following extract from the soon to be published Volume 14 – Whop Junkies the ever beleaguered Debs Morton suffers the ultimate indignity of being publicly spanked in front of the assembled unit. Enjoy and if you like the extract BUY the BOOKS … lol.

Deborah Morton groaned audibly. Despite her aspirations at becoming the Annual Big BUTT the one thing she had excluded from her plans was being chucked out of assembly again.

“Morton, Phase 6, red card. Step up for goofing,” bellowed Sally Cobb.

Debs knew that she was bang to rights. She couldn’t believe that she had been unable to resist the impulse to slide the satchel of the gal seated in front of her out of her reach. It was a totally ill-conceived spontaneous action and not even that amusing.

Deborah stumbled passed the knees of her seated chums. She managed to make it to the aisle and was about to set off towards the front of the hall when Sally stepped in her way.

“You know that your collar and tie are undone don’t you, Morton?” she said gleefully. “But I’ll leave it to Patty to card you for that.”

When Deborah reached the front of the hall she took up a position between the double doors and the stage. She turned around so that she was facing the assembled inmates. She glanced up at the clock. She had perpetrated her ridiculous act almost as soon as she had arrived in the hall. This meant that she would be in her position of disgrace for almost ten minutes before the Brass arrived.

Despite holding the unit record for being evicted from the assembly hall she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious in her ignominious position. The other inmates had nothing else to do but stare at her. She did her best to feign nonchalance but she could feel that her cheeks were flushed and she couldn’t help from drumming her fingers nervously against the sides of her blazer.

It was not a great way to start the day. She was due for a mandatory twelve-stroke bare bender just for the momentary adrenalin rush of annoying another inmate. She couldn’t help but feel rather foolish.

Deborah felt a little bilious as she listened to the click and clack of the high heels of the Brass approaching. She pulled her shoulders back and stared straight ahead.

Patty and the Wart were the last to arrive. Debs heart began to pound. The two evil Dames approached her; they had smarmy grins on their faces.

The Wart went first. Her wrist was still in a bandage since she had sprained it trying to give Debs a bacon slicer. She pushed her face into Deborah’s and unleashed an unsavory ration of tongue pie. Debs had difficulty not recoiling. Aside from the odium with which she was being addressed it occurred to Deborah that the Wart might have started on the tequila slammers rather early in the day. Tongue pie and tequila was a particularly unpleasant concoction.

Once the Wart had finished venting her spleen Patty stepped up. Theatrically she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her red card.

“Morton, Phase 6,” she gloated. “Red card for zero tolerance collar and tie abuse. Book yourself an appointment for a damn good slippering from Matron in the morning.”

Although she had been expecting Patty to card her Deborah was incapable of stopping her face from turning a deep crimson.

Debs was still trying to recover some semblance of composure when the Grand Master arrived. He barely broke stride, taking her by the wrist and very calmly telling her to, “Come with me.”

Deborah’s chums watched sympathetically as she peeled off her red and black striped blazer and folded it neatly. Six months earlier Debs had screamed and cursed and bitten the Grand Masters leg when she had received her first bare bottom spanking in front of the assembled unit. Now she appeared resigned to her fate.

Mr Humphries placed a chair in the center of the stage and sat down facing the inmates. Deborah went around and stood to his right. Meekly she offered him her wrist and put up no resistance as he lowered her downwards until she was over and up.

The Grand Master waited while Deborah placed her palms down and then hand walked forward until her arms were fully stretched and shuffled her legs back so she was in a full drape. The Grand Master meticulously turned back the hem of her gymslip and the tail of her blouse and then maneuvered her bumbags down until they were concertinaed around her ankles. Mr Humphries put his left hand around her waist and pulled Deborah in tightly.

Deborah hung her head down between her outstretched arms. She was wearing her hair loose and wished that she had thought to tie it back in a scrunchy. Despite the fact she was going to be slippered for it she was glad that her collar and tie was loosened and that she could breathe easily. She braced herself and waited to be spanked.

The Grand Master raised his hand in the air and began to spank. He started slowly, spanking up one side of her bottom and back down the other, systematically delivering the smacks in series of sixes.

The first blitz took Deborah by surprise. She had been getting into the rhythm of the slow deliberate spanks, keeping her head well down and her bottom well up. Counting the spanks and chanting the Woody mantra of “its only whops, its only whops,” over and over in her head.

The sudden unexpected blitz attack destroyed her rhythm. The spanks seemed to land everywhere at a frenetic pace. Deborah Morton felt as if she had been transported to a different universe.

Debs was no longer aware of her surroundings. She no longer processed the embarrassment of being across the Grand Master’s knee with her bottom bared in front of the assembled Brass and inmates. Deborah Morton was now lost in the heart of the spanking.

Debs had lost count of the spanks. The Grand Master had followed the blitz with another set of slow spanks. It was a painstaking process and every spank was designed to steadily increase the heat fermenting in Deborah’s poor beleaguered bum.

Every now and again when she started to scrunch her body up the Grand Master would gently maneuver Deborah back into a full drape and make sure her bottom was sitting up proud.

He went into a second blitz, dozens of spanks raining down, causing her to buck and writhe and her legs to scissor spastically.

Debs lay across the Grand Master’s knee panting. Mr Humphries released his grip around Deborah’s waist. He reached down and pulled her bumbags up her legs, waiting while she raised her hips so that he could pull them up over her reddened bum. He pulled the tail of her blouse back and turned back the skirt of her gymslip before helping her to her feet.

It had been a thorough spanking. A gross of spanks bombarding her backside without relent. When she finally stood up there was no doubt from the look on her face that Deborah Morton had just received a damn good spanking.

There was a look on the face of a gal who had just been spanked that was different from that of a gal who had just been caned or strapped or slippered. It was a look of incredulity. It was as if she had just returned from some bewildering odyssey and was asking herself, “Did that really just happen to me?” and “Did you really make my bum burn this much, just with your hands?”

When a Dame took a cane down from the hook by the blackboard or pulled a tawse from the desk drawer there was nothing much left to the imagination. When she bent over a gal pretty well knew what she was going into, and when it was over she would rely on her bravado to hide the pain and anguish she was experiencing.

A long, hot hand spanking was different. Partly it was the over the knee position, but that was not all of it. The otk position was favored by several of the Dames and universally despised by the inmates. Nonetheless trips across Dotty Hammell, Jane Lummell or Katie Beck’s lap were thankfully brief and the results of being whapped with a crop, slipper or a kitchen utensil were predictably sharp.

A spanking was a different animal. Stretched out across a lap having her bottom smacked a gal couldn’t count off the strokes and know when it would be over. It was intimate, the feeling of flesh on flesh, not at all like being whapped with a cane or a slipper. A gal was not just being punished; she was being personally chastised. It was the ultimate recognition to a gal that she was truly in disgrace and the longer and juicier the spanking the more disgraced she would feel.

Deborah gaped at the Grand Master with her mouth open. She had no idea how many spanks he had given her, just that she seemed to have been on a voyage of eternity. Salvo after salvo burning her flesh, the Grand Master pulling her back in as she struggled to escape the relentless bombardment. She had wanted to beg him to stop but had willed herself to keep quiet. She had even forgotten that she was having her bare bottom smacked in front of the other eighty-three inmates of the facility and fourteen members of the Brass. Even when he let her up she seemed unaware of her surroundings just gaping at the Grand Master with that incredulous look on her face.

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