Thrasher Hodge and her Wye-Tipped Canes

Although the United States is best known for its use of the paddle many illustrations from the eighteen-hundreds feature School Ma’ams brandishing canes known as ‘hickory sticks’. These canes invariably featured a split in the end that formed a wye. At the Woody Back to School Unit Patricia Hodge, the most evil Dame amongst the Brass, commissions specially designed wye-tipped canes that leave the backsides of the hapless inmates feeling as if they have been branded.

In this extract from the soon to be published Volume 15 – The Woodettes, poor old Debs Morton finds herself on the receiving end of a most disagreeable encounter with Patty’s lethal customized canes.

But before we begin I would like to take the opportunity to thank Chross over at the massively popular and successful site, Chross Spanking Resources, for including me amongst his list of sites worth visiting … Cheers. Now if you’re sitting comfortably (and I hope some of you are not … lol) on with the story:

Deborah Morton felt her hand shaking as she reached for the doorknob. She had spent several minutes standing in the corridor outside Patty Hodge’s office desperately trying to pluck up the courage to press the buzzer. She had fussed with the knot of her tie, smoothed down her skirt and adjusted the red sash that she wore around her waist. She started to reach for the buzzer and then stopped herself and fussed with her clobber some more.

Now it was exactly four o’clock and she knew that if she was even seconds late Patty would use it to her advantage and make things worse. With a trembling finger Debs pressed the buzzer.

Deborah’s heart sank. As soon as she had opened her mouth she knew that she was in trouble. The Wart’s face had broken into a gleeful smile.

“Step up Morton,” she cackled, “step up before the form.”

Debs pushed back her chair and stood up. She sighed and dejectedly walked down the aisle towards the front of the room.

Deborah did her best not to recoil under the Wart’s spiteful tirade. She could have kicked herself at her own foolishness; relations between Deborah and the Geo-Dame had never been good but in recent months they had reached an all-time low.

The Grand Master’s decision to allow Deborah to thrash the Wart as retribution for having her publicly collared had caused Ms Wharton to sponsor a ‘Get Morton’ campaign amongst her cohorts on the Radical Right.

Ms Wharton was a canny bird and knew that any future punishments she administered to Debs would come under scrutiny and would have to be one hundred per cent legitimate. However, despite knowing that she had a target prominently painted on the seat of her bumbags Debs had rashly chosen to jape the Wart.

Deborah had no choice but to stand and endure the tongue-lashing. There was no question that she was bang to rights. The Wart had played it by the book. She had given Deborah a verbal warning and followed it up with a yellow card. When Debs persisted in interrupting the proceedings with a further comic aside it was three strikes and out.

Deborah’s heart sank.

“Go and stand in the corridor,” the Wart concluded. “You can pay a visit to Ms Hodge at four o’clock and explain yourself.”

Debs stood in the corridor with her hands on her head and her nose pressed against the wall. In many ways being corridored was the worst of all possible outcomes. If the Wart had chosen to whop her herself it would have been a crap-shoot as to how much mischief and mayhem she succeeded in generating inside Debs bumbags. If she had elected to red-card Debs and send her up before the Grand Master she would have been guaranteed a mandatory twelve stroke bare bender. Nonetheless, despite the considerable pain of being punished on the bare bottom she knew she would be treated graciously and the punishment would be delivered in a businesslike manner.

However, a trip up before the Deputy Grand Dame was a different matter. There was no question that she would be soundly thrashed, which was bad enough, but what was extremely unappealing was the prelude to the thrashing she felt sure she would be forced to endure.

“I’ve sent you a special gift,” the Wart gloated to Patty during the afternoon break. “You owe me a slap-up meal.”

Patty winked. “I’ll give you a blow by blow account in the Bunch of Grapes tonight,” she assured her chum.

Deborah stood in the center of the room with her hands on her head. Her cheeks were burning and she was struggling to keep from weeping with anger and humiliation.

At five-feet ten inches tall, with flaming red hair and startling green eyes Patty Hodge cut an imposing figure. In three-inch spiked heels she towered over Deborah forcing Debs to crane her neck to meet her gaze.

Patty Hodge was a world-class scolder. She had first perfected her skills as the ruthless Headgirl of the original Woody School. Despite the Guidelines for Extreme Scolding forbidding the use of personally defamatory remarks Patty pushed the limits. She was a brilliant academic and extremely articulate. She could press the buttons of even the most hardened inmate.

Debs did her best to ignore the vitriolic castigation but Patty was skillful. She constantly asked direct questions that forced Deborah to concentrate in order that she could respond. Debs Morton felt that she was being thoroughly trashed.

All the while Deborah was acutely aware of the wye-tipped cane lying prominently on Patty’s over-sized desk.

Patty Hodge had Deborah set up perfectly. Debs was stretched out across the over-sized oak desk with her gymslip turned back and her bumbags straining. She was up on the balls of her feet so that her arms dangled limply over the far side of the desk. She was waiting to be caned.

Patty flexed the thirty-six inch long wye-tipped cane between her hands and studied her target. She was in no hurry to expedite the proceedings and licked her lips and savored the moment.

Patricia Hodge had first come up with the prototype for her wye-tipped canes while she was Headgirl at the original Woody School. Patty’s selection as Headgirl was the culmination of a typically well-orchestrated campaign. Although by nature she was haughty and autocratic she could also be beguilingly charming. She was tall, beautiful and charismatic and her academic brilliance attracted considerable accolades from her tutors.

The Woody School was notoriously strict and it was impossible to get through a school career without being caned. Nonetheless, Patty was extremely successful in limiting her punishments to the bare minimum, and when she was unsuccessful she consoled herself that it was a good learning experience and took copious notes on styles and techniques.

Patty always made it her priority to develop friendly relations with the Headgirls and prefects, offering them the services of the circle of cloyingly sycophantic toadies with which she had surrounded herself.

She loved to listen to the Headgirls recounting tales of the numerous beatings that they administered. Patty bought a cane from a catalogue specializing in such lines of merchandise and spent years secretly practicing her technique in preparation for the day that she dreamed of taking over responsibility for thrashing her sub-ordinates.

During her year in the Lower Sixth form she was at her most unctuous. Patty was keenly aware that a positive endorsement from the outgoing Headgirl would add considerable weight to her campaign for promotion to the position of ultimate power. She insinuated her way into the good graces of the presiding Headgirl to such an extent that she was almost considered an associate prefect. She even persuaded the Red-shirt to allow her to witness numerous thrashings so that she could further study technique. Patricia Hodge considered herself heir apparent to the throne.

However, the majority of her schoolmates were not fooled by the charming façade she portrayed to the tutors and prefects. She was considered two-faced and spiteful and was widely despised. Her appointment to fulfill the role of Red-shirt was extremely unpopular.

Not surprisingly, once she was elected as Headgirl, the pupils of the Woody School were immediately subjected to a new and heinous regime. Patricia was so prolific with her cane that she soon became known simply as ‘Thrasher Hodge’.

Patty marshaled her toadies into the first incarnation of the Secret Society of Serial Spankers and provided them guidelines for scolding and sweating. To the alarm of the pupils she introduced the fine art of collaring into day to day life.

Life was tough under Patty’s regime and none more so than for a fifth former named Susan Lawton.

Susan was also brilliant and beautiful and she was extremely popular. She also had the reputation for being the naughtiest girl in the school. Patty envied Susan’s popularity and she became the subject of one of Patty’s malicious obsessions.

Patty caned Susan several times during her first weeks in office. To her great disappointment Susan treated her with considerable contempt. Patty obsessively plotted and planned new ways to cause trouble for Susan. She orchestrated an anti-Lawton campaign constantly updating the Grand Dame and the Brass of Susan’s latest shenanigans.

In a brilliant coup she had one of her pre’s red-card Susan out of the assembly hall on bogus goofing charges. The Grand Dame disregarded Susan’s insistence that the charges were bogus and gave her a six-stroke bare bender. Several hours later another prefect booted Susan out of the lunch hall on even more ridiculous charges and gave her another six up in the library. Patty culminated her coup by personally collaring Susan in the middle of the recreation area and dragging her up to the Grand Dame’s study.

Susan listened in wide-eyed horror as Patty proceeded to tell the Grand Dame porkies on a massive scale.

The following morning her school chums were astonished to see Susan led onto the stage dressed in a pair of crisp white gym shorts. The pupils were used to seeing girls caned in front of the school, but the punishments were limited to three strokes across the palms of their left hand. Susan Lawton made Woody history as the first girl ever to be ‘bottomed’ in front of the school.

Susan found herself literally on a hiding to nothing. Patty manipulated the system artfully and Susan Lawton was punished at a record-breaking rate.

Patty loved to experiment with new techniques for making life unpleasant for her sub-ordinates and used Susan as her guinea-pig. One evening Susan was summonsed to the library and was dismayed to find Patty brandishing her newest invention, two canes taped together. Patty gave Susan a six stroke bender and was delighted with the results. She immediately contacted a purveyor of disciplinary products and commissioned the lethal wye-tipped that would become her signature.

Deborah heard the whistle of the cane cutting through the air and braced herself. The sound of the cane landing echoed around the room.

Patty cackled. “Scared ya, didn’t I?”

Deborah lay panting across the desk. Patty had swiped the cane down on a fat-padded cushion instead of Deborah’s bumbags.

“You evil bitch,” muttered Debs.

Patty took aim and sliced the cane down for real. It was an absolute scorcher and caused Debs to buck and writhe across the desk.

Deborah had been a long-term victim of one of Patty’s malicious obsessions. Actually it had started as an obsession of opportunity. When Deborah had been declared as Public Enemy Number One and replaced Lisa Sutton as Ms Lawton’s personal bête noire Patty had summonsed her cohorts on the Radical Right along with Yvonne Godfrey’s vindictive Serial Spankers and announced a ‘Get Morton’ campaign. She advised them to take advantage of Deborah’s more obvious flaws, such as goofing and gabbing in assembly and serial clobber abuse, and exploit them to the full.

They were heady times for Patty. Operation Scorched Arse was in full flow so the Deputy Grand Dame felt she was perfectly within her rights to subject Debs to a campaign of hostile targeting.

Deborah didn’t help herself. She continued to goof in assembly and received a dozen red-cards. On half those occasions she received a second red-card and a trip over Katie’s knee for zero tolerance collar and tie abuse. Any hopes of returning to Ms Lawton’s good graces were scuppered by her persistent chuck-outs.

With the Red House counsel loaded with members of the SS she was a sitting duck. She was subjected to three full collar walkthroughs followed by formal house beatings.

To make matters worse Ms Whitton was all over Deborah’s bumbags with the custom violin bow that she had named the Morton Special.

Patty reveled in Deborah’s misfortune and became obsessed with directing operations, encouraging her troops to swap intelligence and take maximum advantage if they learned that Deborah had already been caned that day. Deborah received six public floggings, three of which were as a result of being red-carded three times in a single day by Patty’s posse.

The ‘Get Morton’ campaign was a huge success and not surprisingly Deborah scored her first Bull, receiving fifty punishments during the year of Operation Scorched Arse.

Patty was apoplectic when Mr Humphries publicly prohibited hostile targeting and declassified Debs from her position as Public Enemy Number One. Nonetheless, she had no intention of turning down the heat in Deborah’s bumbags and encouraged her Radical Right cronies to thrash Debs within an inch of her life whenever the opportunity arose.

The opportunity to personally thrash Debs within an inch of her life was nectar to Patty. She raised her arm in the air and slashed her cane downwards.

Deborah was not having a good time of it. The verbal haranguing had drained her and she was not in the best shape for an epic whopping. Debs backside was a well-calibrated whopometer and the first two strokes had registered off the scale. She braced herself again as the cane whistled.

Patty slashed the cane down across the cushion again and cackled as she watched Debs flinch involuntarily.

“Jumpy aren’t we?” she laughed and sliced down another scorcher.

Deborah’s face contorted into a silent howl.

Deborah lay spread-eagled across the desktop, her backside throbbing from the first three strokes. Patty was taking a time-out to pour herself a gin and tonic.

“You’re going to need to invest in a new pair of bumbags after I’ve finished with you,” Patty observed drolly. “I’m going to cut the one’s you’re wearing to tatters.” She chuckled to herself and strolled around the room sipping her drink and swishing her cane ominously.

Deborah’s eyes burned with humiliation and frustration. Her backside burned with the alarming heat resulting from the first three strokes of the lethal wye-tipped cane. There was nothing that she could do but remain prone across the desk and wait to be caned some more.

“She’s such a fucking bitch,” groaned Deborah. She was lying face down across Rosemary Booker’s lap having her bottom tended to with mystical balms.

“She certainly did a job on you,” sympathized Rosemary, “these weals are pretty ripe.”

Deborah squirmed in her best chum’s lap. “It feels like I won’t be able to sit down for a week,” she complained. “And I can’t believe I let her see that she’d hurt me. She’ll be laughing all the way to the Bunch of Grapes tonight.”

Rosemary sighed and continued her ministrations.

The second phase of the beating had gone no better than the first. Patty had left Debs sprawled across the desk for almost ten minutes before proceeding. She had entertained herself by taunting Deborah in a most unsavory manner.

The first three strokes had been delivered so that the wye-tip branded Deborah’s right buttock; with the final three strokes Patty gave Debs left cheek a thorough workover. It was a ferocious thrashing by any standards.

Patty didn’t even give Debs any time to collect herself. Once the sixth stroke had echoed around the room Patty reached forward, took Deborah roughly by the scruff of her neck and yanked her to her feet.

Patty span Debs around to face her. Deborah’s features were contorted in undisguised agony, her eyes were bright with unwept tears, and she was ash white.

Patty stuck out a long finger and jabbed Deborah in the chest. “So tell me that wasn’t hot,” she gloated.

Debs head was spinning and she felt unsteady on her pins. She unsuccessfully tried to muster up a defiant glare. Deborah Morton was in no doubt whatsoever that she had been thoroughly nailed.

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