Take Them Up and Have Them Thrashed and a Drenching for Debs

Work is the bane of the spanking man, so R Humphries has been indisposed with unreasonable requests from his paying clients. However, I thought I’d post another extract from the Woody Back to School Unit saga for, hopefully, your enjoyment and entertainment.

This extract briefly mentions the Amazonian Rastafarian Butcher Twins. The characters of Patsy and Lindsay Butcher were inspired by the rather attractive young lady featured in the pictures below.

In the following extract from the soon to be published Volume 22 – The Man from Berlin the unfortunate recipient of the featured spanking is the ever beleaguered Debs Morton. It seems that every extract I select seems to feature the tautened bumbags of Debs getting a dusting. Enjoy and if you like the extract BUY THE BOOKS … lol.

During her second year as an inmate of the Woody Back to School unit Deborah Morton suffered the first of several ignominious chastisements that would form part of Woody lore. The incident started when a minor fracas broke out in the recreation ground over a game of poker.

“Cheater! Cheater!” Patsy Butcher was shouting at her twin sister Lindsey.

Lindsey just hooted with laughter and reached forward to scoop up the pot that her three queens and two aces had earned her.

Patsy leaped forward and pushed her sister away from the pot.

“Cheat! You cheated,” she said angrily.

Lindsey shoved her sister backwards and soon a low level mêlée ensued involving scratching and hair-pulling. As usual any such excitement attracted a crowd and by the time Elizabeth Lancelot, the Red-shirt de jour, and the duty prefects arrived the two sisters were surrounded by whooping inmates, cheering and whistling.

“Scrap! Scrap!” the inmates shouted excitedly. “Bundle!”

Elizabeth and the pre’s pushed their way through the crowd and separated the two squabbling cardsharps.

Once the prefects had the twins under control Liz made arrangements for the sisters to be escorted upstairs to Ms Lawton’s office. The twins glared at each other sullenly. They both knew that at a minimum they faced the prospect of a bare bender for unruly behavior. Worst still, if the Grand Dame was in a bad mood they might be sentenced to a punishment flogging for scrapping.

“Cheater,” hissed Patsy angrily.

“Bad loser!” snarled Lindsey.

“Enough already,” said Elizabeth wearily. “Take them up and have them thrashed.”

As the crowd separated, to allow the twins to be led away, Deborah Morton chose to pipe in with a pithy quip.

The exact content of the wisecrack is long forgotten but Liz’s reaction was unforgettable. She grabbed Deborah by the wrist, dragged her across to the fountain in the middle of the quadrangle, yanked her across her knee, flipped back the skirt of her gymslip and spanked her in front of the startled inmates.

It was a brief and not particularly vigorous spanking, more an indication of the Red-shirts irritation at Deborah’s untimely and politically incorrect remark. After less than a dozen smacks Liz released Deborah and returned her to the upright.

There was a startled silence in the recreation area. The inmates had been taken by surprise by the instantaneous retribution meted out by the Red-shirt. Even Elizabeth looked slightly taken aback. Her reaction had been purely instinctive and the spanking had been over and done with before she had time to gather her thoughts.

Suddenly, Deborah Morton began to giggle.

Momentarily Elizabeth gaped at the gal who appeared to be laughing in her face.

There are two schools of thought regarding Deborah Morton’s behavior.

Her defenders say that breaking into a fit of giggles was nothing more than an embarrassed reaction to having just received an unprecedented public spanking. Debs decriers insist that it was a typically, brazen piece of self-publicizing showboating.

Whatever the answer, Liz’s response to Debs openly giggling in her face was swift.

The Red-shirt span Deborah around and thrust her down across the rim of the fountain.

“Hey!” yelled Deborah, “what the fuck are you doing?”

Elizabeth had yanked Debs so far over the fountain that both her arms were into the drink up to her elbows and with her nose only inches from the surface the cascading fountain water was splashing in her face and soaking her hair.

“Lemme go you lunatic,” hollered Debs. She vainly tried to struggle free but her feet were several inches from the ground and Liz had a firm hand pressing down on her neck. She was defenseless.

Elizabeth pointed at a nearby gaping rubbernecker.

”Give me your plimsoll,” she demanded.

Debs legs were kicking frantically. If being unceremoniously thrust over the fountain’s edge wasn’t bad enough she was now thoroughly drenched.

“Lemme go I tell you,” spluttered Debs as she desperately tried to keep her head above water.

The Red-shirt had no intention of letting Debs go. Once equipped with the plimsoll Liz Lancelot flipped back the skirt of Deborah’s gymslip and took aim.

The sound of the rubber-soled plimsoll colliding with Deborah’s squirming bumbags echoed around the cloisters.

The impact pushed Debs even further forward and she barely managed to keep herself from being totally dunked.

The Red-shirt proceeded to deliver a very hearty slippering. The inmates watched in mesmerized silence. They had witnessed some unusual punishments during their internments but the sight of Debs sprawled helplessly over the fountain was a first.

Liz Lancelot’s arm pumped up and down. She was not satisfied with giving Debs the traditional six, she continued on until she had given her a dozen. Then just when it looked like she was about to release her grip on Deborah’s neck she took aim one last time and slammed the plimsoll down ferociously. It was a cracking strike and the sound reverberated around the compound.

When she was yanked back to her feet Deborah Morton did not feel the least inclined to giggle. She was drenched. The sleeves of her blouse and blazer were dripping wet and her wavy hair was slickened straight. She stared at Elizabeth in wide-eyed astonishment as if she was unable to quite grasp what had just transpired. Her backside was throbbing furiously and felt as if it had swollen to the size of a pair of cantaloupes.

Elizabeth handed back the plimsoll she had requisitioned and took a firm hold of Deborah’s arm just above the elbow.

“Come with me,” the Red-shirt said firmly.

Debs face was a picture as she was led from the recreation area. Her cheeks had turned a bright crimson; she averted her eyes from her fellow inmates and bowed her head slightly.

As Debs was led away the other inmates began an immediate post-mortem.

“I didn’t think Liz had it in her,” said Jojo.

Nixdown nodded her agreement, “still waters run deep,” she responded.

“Poor Debs,” groaned Rosemary, “she must be just mortified.”

“Mortified my arse,” said the ever-cynical Nixdown. “You know our Debs; she loves to make a splash.”

Debs trudged miserably through the corridors. Liz still had a tight grip on her arm. Deborah felt like a drowned rat with a sore bottom.

They climbed the stairs that led to the Elite landing in silence. When they reached the Red-shirts private study Elizabeth opened the door and shoved Debs inside.

“Go in the bathroom and dry off,” Elizabeth told her. “Give me your punishment record book so I can post-process your ridiculous behavior.”

Deborah looked sheepish as she walked into the lecture room. “I’m sorry I’m late Ma’am,” she told Ms Gascoigne. “But I do have a note from the Red-shirt,” she said hurriedly.

Debs was relieved that she wasn’t forced to explain her late arrival to a member of the Radical Right who would have relished making her recount in detail the recent incident at the water fountain. Pauline Gascoigne merely nodded and told her to take a seat. But even the popular Economics Dame couldn’t help adding sarcastically, “and try not to squelch when you sit down.”

Deborah Morton figured it was going to be a long day.

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