A Lunchtime Licking

No the title does not refer to sneaking out of the office for frunch. In this extract from Volume 2 – Operation Scorched Arse (available from the Woodettes Storefront), Miss Rosemary Booker has an unfortunate run-in with the Commandant of the Secret Sorority of Serial Spankers, the cruel and malicious Yvonne Godfrey.

Btw My Beloved Jojo is swanking about the place this morning as her guest post actually attracted a rather nice comment, (thanks for that Laurent from Le journal de la fessée , Jojo was very flattered). RH has posted over a hundred blogs and has only ever received a handful of comments, oh well. Also, by remarkable coincidence Jojo’s blog also attracted several more book sales than the average day so perhaps I should promote her to work as my publicist.

Jojo’s guest post, The Last Train to Whopsville, is linked over in the sidebar in her special guest box.

Speaking of work RH is under the cosh to meet a deadline so gotta run … it’s Sunday so kick back and enjoy … Bottoms Up! … RH

Rosemary Booker blushed ruefully as the Duty Monitor approached. She knew she was bang to rights and had no doubt that Yvonne Godfrey would have no hesitation in making the most out of the situation.

“I saw that Booker,” Yvonne snapped, “In a hurry for lunch are you?”

“N..N..No… Well not really Godfrey, I’m sorry, I can go to the back of the queue if you want,” Rosemary stammered.

“Oh sorry are we Booker?” Yvonne sneered. “You push in line bold as brass and now you’re sorry.”

Rosemary reddened slightly.

“You see the gal at the end of the line, Booker?”

Rosemary nodded.

“Well you go outside and wait in the corridor and when that gal is sitting down I’m going to come and have a few words with you.” With a sneer on her face Yvonne Godfrey reached into her pocket and theatrically produced her red card. There was a gasp in the hall. Queue jumping traditionally attracted a yellow card at worst. Most prefects would have let her off with a verbal warning.

“Booker, Phase 5,” she announced loudly. “Six of the best for jumping line. Nose and toes in the corridor until I have time to deal with you.”

With bowed head and a heavy tread Rosemary trudged out of the hall and into the corridor. Some of the gals in line gave her sympathetic grins but Rosemary was in no mood to return them. It was a long wait before the last gal had finally collected her lunch tray and made her way to her seat giving Rosemary plenty of time to ruminate on her latest misfortune.

Like most inmates of the facility Rosemary despised Yvonne Godfrey and had viewed her promotion to a member of the Elite with trepidation. Rosemary watched disconsolately as Yvonne entered the corridor. She had an uncomfortable feeling that she was about to get a humiliating scolding from the new prefect. Doubtless it would be delivered at one hundred decibels so everybody could hear.

However, Rosemary Booker was in for an even more unpleasant shock.

Yvonne Godfrey grinned wolfishly at Rosemary. “Hungry are we, Booker? Fancy some lunch now you’ve waited so long?”

“Oh yes, Godfrey, shall I cut along then?” Rosemary said hurriedly. Rosie couldn’t believe her luck. Godders was letting her off.

Yvonne Godfrey continued to smile. “Yes Booker, you can cut along.” Rosemary breathed a sigh of relief and started towards the door.

“But not just yet, Booker,” Yvonne grinned, “I think we’d better have those whops first, wouldn’t you agree.”

Rosemary’s glared at Yvonne. “Alright, Godfrey,” she said quietly, “I know you want to break your duck so why don’t we go up to the library and get it over with.”

“That’s the spirit Booker,” Yvonne smiled, “but you’re hungry and it seems such a waste of time traipsing all the way to the library, why don’t we just deal with this here and now. Why don’t you just go over there by the door and touch your toes?”

Rosemary stared at the prefect incredulously. “Whadaya you mean?” she managed to stutter.

“I would have thought it was quite clear, Booker,” Yvonne said nonchalantly, “I want you to go over to the door, to bend over and to touch your toes.”

Rosemary stared from the prefect to the open doorway, her mouth open in disbelief. It was unthinkable. To be caned in the open doorway would mean every gal in the lunch hall would hear.

Rosemary glared at Yvonne. “Yeah rock on Godders,” she snarled.

“Go over to the door, bend over, touch them and get that big fat arse in the air where I can see it! Do I make myself clear, Booker, or do I need to call Ivan to hold you down?”

Rosemary Booker looked at Godders contemptuously.

“You won’t need to hold me down, you bitch,” she hissed. “Lay it on thick as you like. You know it’s only whops.”

Rosemary Booker was the quietest member of the Famous Four. She was modestly studious, competently athletic and enjoyed playing modest parts in plays and productions. However, Rosemary excelled in an area that bemused even her closest chums. Her bum appeared impervious to pain. She seemed genuinely bemused after her first caning, “I don’t understand what the fuss is about,” she wondered, “it’s only whops.”

Rosemary turned and walked towards the doors of the cafeteria. Slowly she leant forward and reached down until her fingers rested on the tips of her pointed shoes. She waited while Yvonne rearranged her dress, turning back her skirt, exposing an enviable expanse of navy blue gossamer. Rosemary stared at a spot of wooden floor and tried her best to compose herself before the cane lashed across her drum tight bumbags. It was a scorcher, but Rosemary merely shifted her weight a little and then wriggled back into position.

Yvonne Godfrey was enjoying herself. After six years as an inmate of the Back to School unit she had always dreamed of the day when she would finally assume the mantel of a member of the Elite. It had always struck Yvonne Godfrey that being on the end other than the receiving end of the cane would be very good duty indeed.

For several years Yvonne had been making covert plans with Patty Hodge and Katie Beck that once she was finally installed in the Elite she would establish the most heinous incarnation of the Secret Sorority of Serial Spankers in the units history. Yvonne Godfrey would act as Commandant of the fearsome SS and would enjoy the full protection of the Radical Right. Yvonne was delighted that she was able to open her open her whop account across the trophy bumbags of one of the unit’s most beloved legends. She was certain that Patty would approve.

Yvonne stared at the sea of gossamer with a glint of relish in her eye. She whipped the cane down and grinned as it sent the full moons wiggling and jiggling. She stepped in again and let loose another scorcher. She was disappointed that Rosemary wasn’t showing some reaction by now; she would dearly enjoy observing the unfortunate inmate demonstrate her discomfort.

Down below Rosemary was standing her ground stoically. Despite Godders best efforts Rosie was unperturbed by the assault on her bumbags except for the ignominy of being punished so publicly.

Yvonne Godfrey gripped the cane tightly and stepped in for the fifth time. She stooped down and lashed the cane on the soft sulcus of the voluptuous orbs. For the first time Rosemary hissed with consternation. Even the apparently whop-insensate Rosie was not completely insensitive to low-riders.

Although the delivery of low-riders was officially frowned upon and discouraged, it was generally accepted that an occasional miss-hit was going to occur in the cut and thrust of a whopping. Yvonne grinned to herself, the slice across the sulcus had been far from a miss-hit, she had clinically taken aim and fired off a perfect shot, right on the money.

As Yvonne took aim, both gals were fully aware they were about to enter the final battle of wills. Rosemary Booker, a veteran with over a hundred canings already under her skirt, knew that the last stroke would be the hottest, ripest, spiciest stripe of six sizzling strokes. Yvonne Godfrey knew that it was her last chance to make Rosemary squeal.

The cane cut across Rosemary’s bumbags with a crack that echoed around the lunch hall. Every gal in the hall winced. Rosemary blinked.

For a moment she didn’t move then slowly she rose to her feet. She pushed her skirt down and turned silently to face her nemesis. The two gals eyes met and to Yvonne’s chagrin Rosemary smiled at her.

Yvonne stood, smoking rod in hand, bitterly disappointed not to have gotten more reaction out of her victim. Still, she consoled herself, Rosemary was only the first gal she had licked so far and there would be plenty more fish to fry.

“Get your fat arse in there and get some lunch, Booker,” she said unpleasantly. “When you’ve finished bring me your punishment book so we can deal with the post-processing. You can tell me how it was.”

Rosemary glared at Yvonne. “It was barely warm, that’s how it was,” she said tartly. “If that’s the best you’ve got to dish out then we don’t have anything to worry about.”

Yvonne just grinned. “You know and I know that’s not true. Why don’t you go and sit down and see how you enjoy that low-rider rubbing against the chair.”

Rosemary snorted disparagingly and stomped back into the cafeteria.

“Fucking bitch,” groaned Rosemary as she took her place next to her chums. “That low-rider was intentional.”

Jojo patted Rosie’s hand sympathetically.

“She’s mean and rotten to the core,” Nixdown snorted. “You should have hacked her in the shins. These Radical Revisions are beginning to give me the pip.”

“I think we’re only just seeing the tip of the iceberg,” predicted Jojo ominously.

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