Miss Spanky Botts and the Pursuit of Divine Decadence

After 35 years of writing spanking stories I can now officially call myself a ‘Professional Spanking Writer’. I just received my May royalty cheque for sales of volumes of the Woody Back to School Unit made out for the princely sum of $23.97. Now ok this is not the type of income that will sponsor me giving up my day job but I did cop a little buzz when I opened the envelope from the publishers. So my thanks to the guests who have shelled out their hard-earneds and downloaded full versions of the stories from the Woodettes Storefront.

As usual I find myself multi-tasking between writing this blog, editing the existing body of books in readiness for publication, and completing the remaining volumes that will bring me to the conclusion of the saga.

Writing a saga is different from writing short stories which by their very nature require a defined beginning and end. It is an opportunity to slowly develop characters, inter-twine their lives and let them share a wider spectrum of adventures.

One of my favorite characters is Miss Spanky Botts. Spanky does not emerge until the middle-part of the saga but once I had created her she became a central character. Unlike the inmates who have been sentenced to seven years at the Woody Back to School Unit without the possibility of parole Miss Botts is a voluntary paying guest! … This is her story … (extract from Volume 28 – Magic Bumbags) … Enjoy!

Mr Humphries tapped his fork on his silver goblet to attract his guests’ attention. He toasted Cassie for the exquisite banquet. The chef who was now attired in full clobber fanned the skirt of her gymslip and curtsied. Her chums rose to their feet and gave her another standing ovation.

Despite the exotic atmosphere of the Great Hall there was an air of trepidation as the guests were instructed to remove the playing cards from the envelopes that they had been handed when they entered the hall.

During the intermission Derby, Michelle and Frankie had distributed the contents of a case of 1985 King Krug served in icy flutes. Most of the guests nervously gulped down bubbles as Mr Humphries explained the format for the evening’s after-dinner entertainment.

Spanky Botts eyes darted around the table, hoping to see a black ace matching her red. Her eyes widened and a grin came across her face as she saw the card upturned in front of Cathryn Cassidy.

Cat was lounged back in her chair, a cigarette dangling unlit from the corner of her mouth, her signature straw boater cocked downwards masking her eyes in shadow. She slowly flipped open a silver lift arm Dunhill lighter and raised it to her cigarette. She inhaled deeply before releasing the smoke through both nostrils.

“Snap,” she drawled in her husky voice. “Shall we?”

Spanky nodded. “It will be my pleasure,” she told Cat.

Spanky and Cat were a contrast in clobber. Miss Botts invested considerable quid’s on her immaculate collection. She had secured the services of Nixdown Nixon’s personal clobber consultant and dispatched her to far flung locations in pursuit of new materials. Spanky Botts and Nixdown spent hours poring over fabrics, looking for the perfect combinations that would swish and sashay in elegant synchronization as they moved. As Spanky strode towards the stage she looked like the epitome of the whops and clobber fashionista.

During periods that the Old Gals were required to revert to clobber as a disciplinary measure they were obliged to dress in official Woody blazer, blouse, gymslip, waist sash and neck tie, white socks and navy blue gossamer bumbags. However, the many detailed sub-protocols were not applied to the Old Gals which allowed Cat to take a bohemian approach to her clobber. Her top button was never fastened and the knot of her tie generally hung down between her breasts. She wore her cuffs loose, her socks were concertinaed, and she ornamented her blazer with badges and buttons. She wore shockingly revealing gymslips and the ever present straw boater.

Even by Cat’s standards the micro-micro-mini gymslip that she was modeling for Bernadette Summers Enterprises was revealing. Cathryn was not particularly tall but her shapely legs seemed to go on forever. As she bounded up the steps to the stage the skirt of her gymslip flapped up and down, flashing her bumbags at the delighted guests.

She had a broad grin on her face as Cathryn approached her. Cat and Spanky were tight. Most weekends when Spanky was in residence at the facility they ended the evening kicking back in Cat’s apartment drinking champagne. Occasionally Spanky even managed to persuade her chum to put her over her knee for a damn good spanking.

Cat strolled across the stage and picked up a long thin cane from a table. She flexed it between her hands and then pointed it at Spanky.

“Miss Botts,” drawled Cathryn, “the last time I had occasion to beat you I gave you six of the best.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” nodded Spanky, “I remember that rather well.”

“Apparently it did no good whatsoever,” continued Cat, “so I shall not waste my time with another six.”

“Oh,” said Spanky. She cocked her head and looked disappointed.

“Tonight you will receive nine strokes with your bumbags lowered,” said Cathryn.

Spanky Botts had visibly perked at the news that she was due for three bonus strokes. She crossed to the straight backed chair that had been placed in the center of the stage under a single spotlight. She unfastened the top button of her red and black striped blazer and shrugged it off. She hung the garment across the back of the chair and bent forward at the waist.

Cat took her time. She finished her cigarette and emptied her flute of champagne. She removed her own blazer and set it one side. She placed her straw boater on top of it. She reached up and artfully tied her long, lush, dark hair into a knot. She crossed over to the chair and expertly rolled down Spanky’s bumbags. She stepped back and retrieved the long thin cane.

Miss Spanky Botts made no secret of her love of exhibitionism. She had discovered her passion by unfortunate happenstance while she was still at school. At the time she was still known as Sandra. She had also already gained a reputation for disorderly and disreputable behavior. Although she was gregarious and entertaining most of her contemporaries considered her to be a dangerous individual to pal around with. Chumming about with Sandra generally resulted in regular visits to the Grand Dame’s office for a taste of the cane. Nonetheless she was the source of endless fascination and the school magazine even featured a cartoon strip called ‘The Adventures of Sandra’, the last frame generally featured an irate Dame dispatching her upstairs for six of the best.

During her third year at the school a new twist was added to her mythology. Sandra had arrived late at the lunch hall and the queue was already formed. She was faced with a dilemma, she was scheduled to report to the detention room in fifteen minutes and had no time for hanging about. She sneaked along the line until she saw an opportunity and bunked in. Unfortunately she had failed to observe the Duty Dame standing close-by. To her surprise she found herself being spun around, a hand on the back of her neck, being forced forward at the waist. To the astonishment of her school-mates the irate Dame landed a dozen ferocious spanks across the tautened seat of Sandra’s pencil skirt.

The following day a new cartoon began to circulate carrying the banner of ‘The Adventures of Spanky Botts’.

Once she had recovered from the shock of being publicly spanked Miss Botts found herself reliving the experience in her head. To her surprise far from being embarrassed by the incident she found herself amused and titillated. She found herself creating fantastical situations where she was subjected to public punishments during court martial’s, and at reform schools, and convents. Her fantasies included a vast landscape ranging from medieval witch-hunts to Barbarella-like science fiction.

She continued to be considered a trouble-maker and was caned regularly before she was eventually expelled. By now she was universally known as Spanky. She moved to the Smoke where she became a popular feature at the cabaret restaurant, the Tuck Shop. Her popular habit of dancing on the bar and flashing her bumbags at the punters earned her enough tips to keep her in some style. When she was in the mood she allowed certain favored patrons to accompany her upstairs to the private rooms and put her over their knees. It was a lucrative side-line and satisfied her fantasies.

At the Tuck Shop she would meet William Graham. At the time she did not know that he was the world’s richest living artist but she was attracted to him. He invited her to Venice where he owned a Palazzo. She never went home.

William was Spanky’s lover, friend and mentor. Spanky was the famous artist’s beloved muse. He painted, sketched, photographed and videoed her. He created bronzes and sculptures capturing her pixie-like features and wickedly crooked grin. He turned her into a tourist attraction when he bent her over the balustrade of the Palazzo and to the astonishment of commuters on the Grand Canal below beat her bare bottom with a cane. For several years Spanky was in heaven, but sadly her lover passed away.

William had bequeathed her his entire fortune with the caveat that she should spend it on a life dedicated to divine decadence. She did her level best to fulfill his wishes but she was bereft and listless.

It had taken the controversial Snobs and Rotters tribunal to rekindle her spirit. She established the www.woodettes.com web-site and opened Café Woodys. She brokered an arrangement with the Grand Master to allow her and her closest lieutenants to stay at the facility at weekends.

Bent over the back of a chair, with her bumbags around her ankles, waiting to be caned by Cathryn Cassidy, Spanky Botts liked to think that William Graham was smiling down on her.

The guests exchanged glances as Cat Cassidy stepped in close and sliced the cane across the defenseless nates. In general the Saturday night spankings were delivered with a modicum of moderation. However it was generally accepted that Spanky Botts did not visit the facility in pursuit of moderation.

The Woody gals adored the eccentric Miss Botts, not only was she generous in spirit but she also made considerable philanthropic donations to support the upkeep to the facility and to improve the well-being of the inmates. Nobody saw any reason that Spanky shouldn’t get value for her money.

Despite her reputation for being ultra laid-back Cat could be focused and intense when the situation required. She had spent many hours with Spanky discussing her chum’s inner id and fully understood that she would not be looking for even a hint of moderation. Cathryn Cassidy whipped the cane down with lethal precision.

Spanky loved the multiple sensations of the cane. Of all the instruments of pain that she had experimented with she considered a well crafted rattan cane to be the most superior and sophisticated. Each stroke had a life-cycle that started with the scalding moment of impact. This eye-watering sensation was almost immediately followed by the nerve-jangling sensations of it ricocheting throughout her body all the way to the tips of her nose. The flesh wound would slowly transform into a deep underburn, and then, finally, she loved the hours that followed where every step or movement would reactivate the stripes in all manner of surprising ways.

She panted with delight as Cathryn methodically landed stripe after stripe inside the safety of the target area.

Despite the leisurely and unhurried manner that Cat was delivering the caning it was clear that she was not pulling the strokes. Long red tramlines were sitting up prominently across the naked flesh. They watched as Cat stepped in to deliver the deadly closer.

Miss Spanky Botts looked remarkably buoyed as she wriggled from the stage. She grinned and winked at the guests as she made her way back to her floor cushion. The other guests were not looking so cheerful. Any second they would be instructed to turn over the next card and one of them was going to end up with her bottom higher than her head. Mr Humphries tapped his fork against his silver goblet and the guests tentatively turned over their second cards.

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