Ginger Get’s Caned in the Punishment Room

At the end of yesterdays post über-minx Debs Morton was last heard of tucking a cane under her arm and heading towards the library. What you may ask could Debs possibly be doing with a cane?

Let me explain … Yesterday’s extract, and the continuation that follows below, both appear in Volume 19 – A Tiffany Box by which time Debs and her Famous Four chums Jojo, Nix and Rosemary have reached the final year of their seven-year sentences and serve as members of the Elite (this is a saga remember). Despite her mercurial tendencies Debs had unexpectedly been promoted to the prestigious position of Deputy Red-Shirt and as Ginger Beckett discovers she is determined to put her sympathies aside and prosecute her duties with detached efficiency.

Ginger had always been a peripheral character in the earlier books but every now and again My Beloved Jojo probes me and asks ‘who is so-and-so?’ and I am prompted to compose a back-story … so for your hopeful entertainment, here is Ginger’s story … Enjoy!

Ginger Beckett was facing the wall with her hands on her head when Deborah arrived at the library.

Debs swung the door to the library open. “Shall we?” she said. Ginger lowered her arms and rolled her shoulders. She cut a glance at Deborah and stepped through the doorway.

Ginger Beckett was an impressive specie. Prior to her incarceration Ginger Beckett had been touted as having the potential to become a future Prima Ballerina. She seemed to glide across the floor as she approached the door to the punishment room at the far end of the library. Her legs seemed to go on for days and her muscles had been beautifully worked and stretched by years of tendu and dégagé. She exuded power and energy.

Unfortunately for Ginger her high-profile love life often garnered more headlines than the lyricism, grace and passion of her dance. The Dark Agents of the System constantly lurked in the shadows and she was twice charged with Misdemeanor Ladetting.

At the age of twenty she fell in love and married a Panamanian cattle farmer and playboy. It proved to be a catastrophe. Unbeknownst to Ginger her husband was planning a coup of a small Caribbean island. It went totally pear-shaped and he was shot dead for his troubles. At the time the unsuspecting Ginger was performing as Carnaval in a production of Swan Lake at a festival in the West Country. She learned of her husband’s demise from the paparazzi baying at the stage door.

The following morning Ginger set off back to the Smoke to make the necessary arrangements. Unusually her regular driver was unavailable but Ginger had no reason to suspect anything was afoot. However, during the journey the limousine was involved in a traffic accident and the rozzer’s were summonsed. The driver was found to be inebriated and in possession of several grams of Bolivian Marching Powder. He was arrested and the unfortunate Ginger was left to hitch-hike home.

The following morning she switched on the Forsham-Smythe Network and to her dismay she found that she was a wanted woman. Apparently the driver had told porkies to Plod and she was accused of supplying him with his stash. She was vilified as an example of Extreme Ladetting. Before she had even finished breakfast the Dark Agents swooped down. She was handcuffed and taken to one of the covert silos of the System where she was tried in camera.

At the time the government was up to its eyeballs in a scandal regarding fiscal impropriety and needed to distract the attention of the Great Unwashed.

Ginger was given an option. She could elect to face charges of supplying the driver with his nose candy and financing a military coup and face the prospect of twenty-five years in chokey, or she could pay a visit to the Big House on charges of Extreme Ladetting. Within hours Ginger Beckett was swapping tutus and ballet slippers for a full set of clobber.

The following morning the Forsham-Smythe Network carried pictures of Ginger dressed in gymslip and blazer being escorted to the Woody Back to School unit. The network gloatingly complimented the government for its tireless efforts at stamping out Extreme Ladettism and the Great Unwashed was temporarily placated.

Surprisingly Ginger settled into Woodys without too much difficulty. She had attended a moderately strict boarding school where the cane was generally used as a last resort. Ginger’s record of being caned fifteen times was considered noteworthy and was the subject of considerable correspondence between the Headmistress and her parents. In one letter the principal requested permission to increase the number of strokes she was given from the maximum allowable of four to a ‘more conventional six of the best.’ When her mother initially resisted the request the Headmistress threatened to suspend Ginger from the dance program. Ginger immediately wrote to her mother begging her to reconsider. “It’s only a swishing, mum,” she wrote, “no big deal.”

In many ways she was to Woodys born. She was a studious and academic cove by nature and the advanced curriculum instituted by Ms Lawton suited her. During the day she was the quiet bespectacled Julie who consistently produced grade averages that challenged Debs and Lisa. By contrast once she was out of the lecture halls she was the riotous and rambunctious Ginger who always seemed to be in trouble.

As Debs and Ginger crossed through the main room of the library several inmates politely gathered their books and papers and stuffed them in their satchels. Without needing to be asked they vacated the area.

Ginger Beckett opened the door to the punishment room and stepped to one side. “After you Ma’am,” she said courteously.

Mr Humphries had renovated the library into a light and airy space filled with work stations and comfortable lounge chairs. He had subscribed to internet access to many of the most prestigious libraries in the world. It was a popular hangout for the inmates.

At the far end of the library was a second room which was considerably less popular.

The long, narrow room was suitably austere and imposing. The floors and walls were paneled in dark oak. There was no overhead lighting or windows, just some dimmed table lamps placed strategically on occasional tables. At the far end of the room was a huge ornate fireplace which was never lit. The temperature in the room was kept purposefully chilly. It was not a room that the inmates visited voluntarily.

Deborah and Ginger both knew the form; they had both spent more time in the forbidding room than they cared to remember. Without being instructed Julie Beckett walked along the wooden floor. She slipped off her blazer and folded it neatly before placing it on one of the side tables. She turned around to face Deborah. Debs placed her cane on a table and removed her own blazer. Slowly she unbuttoned the cuffs of her blouse and turned them back meticulously. Finally she reached up and loosened her tie and unfastened the top button of her blouse. Ginger watched Deborah impassively as she picked up the cane and flexed it between her hands.

They both understood the ritual. Every second was precisely planned to maximize tension and anxiety. Nothing was left to chance. From the moment that Linda Ash had accosted her in the recreation area and told her that she was required to cut along to the library sharpish Ginger had thought of nothing else but her impending six of the best. As she cut through the labyrinth of corridors that led to the library all she had thought about was being caned.

Fifteen minutes was considered an appropriate duration for a nose and toes session. It left adequate time for personal contemplation over the forthcoming sensations about to be aroused in one’s rear end. Cruel prefects like Yvonne Godfrey and her cronies had often left their hapless victims for as long as an hour. Debs liked to keep with the program and always made sure she was punctual.

It added valuable seconds to the program and continued to increase tension.

“Would you like to loosen up?” asked Debs.

Ginger nodded. She unfastened the cuffs of her blouse but didn’t turn them back which would have been a break with protocol. She loosened her tie and unfastened her top button.

The two gals stood at either end of the punishment room staring at each other evenly.

“Alright, bend over, Beckett,” Deborah said finally.

Debs watched as Ginger approached the fireplace and folded herself in half, her fingers balancing on her toes. She pursed her lips and slowly made her way along the wooden floor. She understood that Ginger’s heart rate would be increasing and her mouth would be drying up as she listened to the pad of her feet approaching.

Debs put the cane on a side table and then slowly turned back the hem of Ginger’s gymslip. She rearranged the tail of her white blouse so that it was out of the firing line. She retrieved the cane and set her feet squarely. She tapped the cane down once, twice, thrice and brought her arm back. She knew from experience that no matter how often you had been caned before this was the defining moment. She swiped the cane down across Gingers bumbags. Game on!

Deborah breathed a sigh of relief. The shaft of the cane had reached the target area with perfect accuracy. The irony of her circumstances was not last on Deborah. Just forty-five minutes ago she had been face down arse up across Dotty Hammell’s lap having her backside pummeled with a wooden spatula. Now here she was in the role of disciplinarian with her backside throbbing in a most disagreeable manner.

Ginger had heard the rumors about Deborah’s legendary right arm but had assumed that they were exaggerated. After all she reasoned even legendary whoppers like Claire Brooks and Melanie White had only been rated eight point five on the GalGab Hottest Whoppers hit-list. Ginger had been whopped by both gals and doubted very much that anybody was going to get any hotter with the short thin ashplant.

Ginger let out an audible hiss. Her back arched and her fingers momentarily jerked up from her toes. The first swipe had been an absolute scorcher. It struck her that it was totally unreasonable that anybody could generate that much heat with such an innocuous looking weapon.

The ashplants used by the Elite gals at the Woody Back to School unit were steeped in tradition. When the Lawrence Sisters had first opened the original Woody School in 1857 they had created the Elite to administrate the school outside of classroom hours. The twelve prefects were distinguished from the other pupils by their swanky modes. They sauntered around the campus in tailored silk blazers and regarded themselves as the haut monde. They were required to carry their ashplants tucked under their arms whenever they were at large around the facility and were granted full thrashing rights over their subordinates. By all accounts they used them liberally.

The first Red-shirt was a girl named Peggy Howard-Jones. Reportedly she was a despot that could well have served as a role model for later tyrants like Katie Beck, Patty Hodge and Yvonne Godfrey.

The famous diarist Clementine Montgomery wrote, “Peggy took delivery of six new ashplants shipped in from Dublin today. Saplings from the mountain ash that have been specially seasoned in a chimney, she told me. She was keen to try them out. She selected six of us at random for the trials. Afterwards she asked us how it was. Foolishly I told her that it was just middling warm so she bent me over again and gave me six more”.

The privilege of thrashing the girls from the lower school was deeply coveted by the members of the Elite corps. It was perceived as a rite of passage. Even the most liberal prefects fastidiously practiced their art.

For nearly a century and half the O’Hara family in Dublin provided thousands of ashplants to the Woody School. They came with the assurance that they were one hundred percent pre-tested for weight, balance and suppleness. Names of the participants in the quality trials are not identified in the associated literature.

Although the ashplants were lighter and less punishing than the number one canes wielded by the Brass or the senior canes used by the principal when applied correctly the ashplants were very effective.

Thrashing was considered a competitive sport and the Elite vied for the reputation as the hottest of the hot.

Another famous diarist, Deborah’s mother, Penny Morton, recalled in her memoir, “I was thrashed again today for running on the back stairs. It wasn’t so bad, just six with the ashplant, but I spent the rest of the day with the disconcerting sensation of having a swarm of bees in my bumbags.”

Hatching about with bees in the bumbags was a regular condition amongst the Woody gals. The Elite Charter gave the prefects authority to cane the gals for the most minor infractions of the rules, regulations and protocols. Nonetheless six strokes of the whippy ashplant were generally considered preferable to boring detentions or the time-consuming writing of lines.

Major Susan Lawton was a product of the original Woody School and when she was commissioned to establish the nation’s most austere social rehabilitation center she had elected to use her alma mater, the original Woody School, as her model, warts and all.

She contacted the O’Hara family and was delighted to discover that they still cut the occasional sapling for supply to a private and discerning clientele. Ms Lawton ordered six ashplants each for her newly appointed Elite and placed a standing order for monthly shipments to the facility.

Ginger was no stranger to the sensation of having bees in the bumbags. Her irreverent attitude towards the pre’s had made her a regular visitor to the punishment room. However, on this occasion she was certain that the aftermath was going to be considerably more disquieting than just bees in the bumbags.

Ginger Beckett was no muff but she was having considerable difficulty maintaining position and putting it up and keeping it up. Deborah was into her rhythm and delivering perfect strike after perfect strike. They were five strokes in and Debs was setting up for the closer.

Despite the ferocious burning in her own bum Debs did not allow herself to be distracted.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Let’s get it on,” grunted Ginger.

Debs swung the cane through the air and closed with a perfect five-bar gate. Ginger Beckett groaned.

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