Jojo Meets the Grand Master

Yesterday’s posting of the original Woody Toon 1 cartoon was a resounding success. The illustrator, Dave Ell and I are already working on more in the series and I intend to make the Toons a periodic feature of the Woody Back to School Unit site, so keep checking back or better still subscribe to the RSS feed and you won’t miss a trick.

I don’t spend too much time poring over the statistics regarding visitors to my site but was interested to observe that I had one visitor yesterday/today that spent 23 hours at Woodys and apparently read every post on the site … that is some very dedicated reading. So welcome to this avid guest … you know who you are.

I also noticed that I had a lengthy visit from Kenya from an IP address in a safari park. Now like all bloggers I’m pretty proud of my site but I wouldn’t have thought that it was so compelling that punters who have shelled out squillions of their hard-earneds to experience the majestic beauty of the Serengeti would take time out from photographing the exotic wild-life to get a quick (not so quick, one hour plus) Woody fix. But welcome anyway and I hope you are having a fabulous vacation.

And finally on this subject, I was also interested to note that the Google search ‘true salad unit one’ also led a surfer to my site. Not only was that surprising but the visitor(s) returned three times. I’m not even sure what the search meant.

Today’s extract from Volume 5 – A New Regime, available at the Woodettes Storefront, is another piece that may well end up being translated in to a Woody Toon. One of the interesting things that has come out of working with Dave Ell is I now find myself thumbing through the Woody Back to School Unit saga and looking for extracts that could be captured in four panels of artwork … I have posted the accompanying illustration in an earlier post but never published the story (unfortunately the spanker is the wrong gender for the yarn and as you can tell from the new Woody Toon it’s not Jojo … but oh well!) … Anyway it’s Sunday, kick back, have a beer or a glass of wine … and enjoy … Bottoms Up! … RH.

“He did what now?” asked Debs as she burst into the study.

“He took her down to the Brat-chamber and spanked her,” reported Nixdown.

“You have to be kidding me,” gasped Deborah.

Nix shook her head firmly. “Sadly not,” she said.

Debs and Nixdown peered down at Jojo’s rear end. Joanna was spread out across Rosemary Booker’s lap having her wounds kneaded with mystical balms. There was absolutely no question that they were viewing a well-spanked bottom. The flesh was a cherry red from top to tail.

“And he caned her,” said Rosemary.

“We can see that, silly,” said Debs. She continued her inspection. “Damn good formation,” she said approvingly.

“Good grouping,” agreed Nix, “and no sign of wraparounds. Just a good clean licking.”

“Favors the five bar gate, I see,” observed Debs. “So, how was he?”

“Different,” said Jojo. “Very, very different.”

At the back of the lecture room Jojo passed the note across to Nixdown, an ecstatic look on her face. On her way to the lecture room she had passed by the common room and was delighted to find an envelope in her pigeonhole. The writing on the front was unmistakable. Secreting the envelope in her satchel she hurried to attend her lecture.

Throughout the geography lecture Joanna desperately tried to pay attention to Ms Wharton’s boring monologue on the subject of Venezuela’s mineral reserves, but all she could think about was the envelope in her bag. Finally temptation got the better of her and when she was sure that the Wart wasn’t looking Jojo surreptitiously removed it and placed it on her desk, hiding it under her textbook. With subtle fingers she worked the envelope open and extracted its contents.

To her delight she found a pretty card and when she opened it she read the message; “My Dearest Jojo, Thank you for the wonderful summer, I’ll never forget you, Love Mario.”

She read it twice and then with a delighted grin she passed it across to her chum, Nicola Jane.

Nix smiled, winked and made a crude gesture with her tongue. Involuntarily Joanna began to giggle uncontrollably. Quickly she clapped her hand to her mouth but she knew it was too late. Balefully she looked towards the front of the room and saw the gimlet gaze with which the Wart had fixed her.

“Stand up gal, yes you gal!” the Geo-Dame snapped.

“Me, Ma’am?” Joanna asked with a look of feigned surprise on her face.

The Warts face darkened. “Yes you Heyworth, who else do you think I’m talking to?”

“Oh,” muttered Joanna. She pushed her chair back and rose to her feet.

“So tell me Heyworth what do you find so amusing?” the Wart demanded.

“Amusing Ma’am? Well nothing. Nothing that I can think of. I am not amused,” Jojo replied quickly. “Not amused at all.”

By now the Dame was bustling up the aisle. Jojo breathed deeply and did her best to look penitent.

“I was just momentarily distracted Ma’am. I apologize it won’t happen again,” Joanna said hurriedly.

Reaching Jojo’s desk the Dame picked up her textbook and scrutinized it.

“Have you any idea of the subject matter we have been discussing?” the Wart asked irritably.

“Yes of course Ma’am,” Joanna said confidently. “The oil reserves of Lake Maracaibo.”

The Geo-Dame stared intently at Joanna, not speaking. A flicker of a wolfish smile crossed her face. It was a smile that Jojo recognized all too well. Her heart sank.

“Oh shit,” she thought, “clearly not.”

Slowly, methodically Ms. Wharton shook her head.

“No, Heyworth. The subject of Lake Maracaibo was closed some time ago. Evidently your distraction was something more than momentary.”

“Picky bitch,” thought Joanna.

“How many times have I beaten you Heyworth?” the Dame asked.

“Oh good grief,” thought Joanna. She did her best to meet the tutor’s gaze evenly. The Wart was amongst the most despised Dames at the unit and specialized in sweating the inmates.

Joanna shrugged, “Dunno Ma’am, probably once or twice if I remember correctly,” she muttered.

“Once or twice?” the Dame mused. “I would put it you that your memory might be playing tricks with you.”

Joanna Heyworth glared at the Geo-Dame. “You can put it where the sun doesn’t shine,” she thought angrily. “Well maybe a few more than that. I could check my punishment record book if you need precise statistics,” she muttered darkly.

“Well on this occasion I shan’t be adding to that statistic,” said the Wart and reached into her pocket. Theatrically the Geo-Dame extracted her red card and thrust it in Jojo’s face.

“You’re out of here Heyworth,” she snarled nastily. “And tell the Grand Master that I want you beaten soundly for disrupting my lecture.”

Jojo glared at the Wart and pushed back her seat.

Jojo closed the door behind her and started down the corridor. She had only taken a few paces when she was startled by an explosive crack echoing out from behind a door a little further down the hallway.

To a Woody gal there was no mistaking the sound. To Jojo’s surprise the crack appeared to have come from the direction of the room normally occupied by the Elite. She approached the door and peeked through the window. Her suspicions were correct. Inside the room the prefect’s heads were all turned towards a desk in the center of the room.

Although the gal bent across the desks head was obscured there was no mistaking the long feline form. Jojo instantly identified the figure prostrated with her bumbags in the air as Claire Brooks.

Jojo winced as Pauline Gascoigne slashed the cane downwards. She could tell from the way that the Dame had Claire set-up that she meant business. Jojo Heyworth knew from painful experience that Claire Brooks was in the process of being absolutely creamed.

Out of respect for her chum Jojo waited until the thrashing was over before she continued on her journey.

Joanna stomped through the corridors, her mind racing. This was bad. The first day of lectures and she was already up to her eyes in hot water. The prospect of confronting the new Grand Master for the first time on a disciplinary matter sent a chill up her spine.

During her performance review Mr Humphries had been extremely amiable. They had talked at length about her interests in art, music and drama. He seemed to be genuinely interested and accessible, unlike Ms Lawton who had sometimes appeared a distant and remote figure, permanently locked away in her ivory tower.

During his first week of office he was often seen around the compound, chatting with the gals and discussing their activities with enthusiasm. He made jokes during assembly and always seemed to be smiling. Vicky Brompton, who dealt with him on a day-to-day basis, said he was a thoroughly good egg.

Nonetheless, despite his cheerful demeanor he emanated an unmistakable air of confident authority and nobody was in any doubt as to who was now in charge of the unit.

Jojo passed by the heavy oak door of the Grand Master’s office until she reached a second office. She tapped on the door and went in.

Katie Beck was seated behind her desk. As usual she was dressed in her skin tight crisp white uniform, which she left unbuttoned enough to amply exhibit her cleavage. Idly Joanna wondered how long it would be before the vivacious Beckster got her claws into Mr. Humphries.

“I need inspecting,” Jojo informed the Matron through gritted teeth. Amongst the many indignities the Woody Gals were forced to endure, the pre-whop inspection was one of the most hated.

Katie grinned cheerfully. “So early in the term and you just couldn’t wait to be whopped.”

Joanna crossed to the ante-room, put her hands under her skirt and rolled her bumbags down to the tops of her thighs, flipped her skirt up and bent forward and laid her chest on the desk.

Behind her Katie poked and prodded and pinched the upturned backside. Then after delivering an unnecessary slap she pronounced Jojo’s bum to be “in splendid shape for a whopping.”

Theoretically the purpose of inspection was to ensure no damage, other than the obvious, would be done to a gal’s butt from corporal punishment. Nobody could remember a gal being deemed unfit for punishment by the wicked Katie.

Joanna corrected her attire, threw a glower at Katie and headed towards the heavy oak door.

“I’m sorry to bother you, sir,” Joanna Heyworth said with as much confidence as she could muster, “but Ms Wharton sent me up to be caned.”

For a short moment the Grand Master sat in silence behind the large oak desk, calmly perusing the pretty red-head standing before him.

“Ah,” he said casually. “Miss Heyworth. This is rather satisfactory. I staked fifty quid on you with the Bounder.”

Joanna stared at him incredulously.

“You placed a bet with the Bounder sir?”

He smiled cheerfully. “Why certainly. She seems a very enterprising young lady.”

“And you bet on me?”

“Yes Heyworth. Who else? After all I do have access to the records and I thought that even at five to one you were worth a flutter.”

“Oh good grief!” spluttered Jojo in astonishment.

Mr. Humphries sat quietly behind his desk staring at the screen of his computer. Joanna stood pensively in the middle of the room doing her best not to fidget. The Grand Master seemed relaxed and not the least perturbed by her presence. She found his silence a little unnerving.

The Grand Master finally turned away from the computer and smiled cheerfully at Joanna. “Quite the minx aren’t we Miss Heyworth?” he grinned.

Jojo flushed a little but said nothing.

“When I took this job,” Mr. Humphries drawled languidly, “I was informed of a certain element of dedicated mischief makers around the place. Your name came up quite regularly in this context.”

Joanna pursed her lips.

“Oh shit,” she thought to herself.

“You have told me you have been sent up for the cane? Is that correct?” he said amiably.

“Yes sir,” Joanna mumbled.

“And for what particular malfeasance are you honoring me with your presence today, Miss Heyworth?” he drawled.

Joanna frowned. “Well sir,” she started, “it’s all a misunderstanding really. I was momentarily distracted, it’s sometimes hard to concentrate during the first days of term don’t ya know sir?”

Mr. Humphries looked askance.

“Well momentary distraction hardly seems a caning offense,” he said idly. “After all we wouldn’t want you going about with a very sore bottom just for a lapse of concentration would we? If that’s all there is perhaps I should take it up with the Dame in question. Seems damned intolerant of her. Who was it you said sent you up?”

“Umm … Ms Wharton, sir. But, sir, there was some other trivial stuff,” Jojo mumbled.

“Oh, pray tell.”

“Well sir I suppose I was giggling a bit,” Joanna tried to think of the right words to use.

He watched her silently.

“She kind of said I was kind of disrupting the lecture,” she blurted out.

“Kind of? How does one kind of disrupt a lecture?” he asked casually.

“Well sir that’s what she said, she said I was disrupting the lecture but I really don’t think I was. As I said I was merely momentarily distracted, and then well I started giggling, and well when she looked I had kind of lost my place in the book and…” she trailed off.

“And?”

“And, well, she sent me up for six, sir.”

The Grand Master smiled cheerfully and span around in his chair and began to look out of the window.

Joanna studied the Grand Master; he seemed quite reasonable. Ms. Lawton had rarely questioned the judgment of the Brass, if gals were sent up for six she felt duty bound to deliver them. On several occasions Joanna had been keen to present a defense to the Grand Dame but before she knew it she was head down, arse up with the stinging senior cane working its magic on her defenseless nates.

Not that she really thought that her rather lame defense was likely to have much effect, but at least Mr Humphries had let her have her say.

Mr Humphries finally turned his chair around and stood up. He smiled as he walked around his desk. Jojo expected him to cross to the tallboy where the canes were kept and she was just about to shrug off her blazer when he crossed to the door.

“Come with me Joanna,” he said in a calm voice.

They walked together through the same labyrinth of corridors that Jojo had stomped through minutes earlier. He appeared to be taking her back to the lecture room. She surmised that he wanted to confer with the Wart. Jojo was not enthused by the idea. She was certain that given the opportunity that the Wart would make up some right porkies and make matters worse.

To Jojo’s surprise they continued past the lecture room she had been dismissed from and continued along the corridor. She was now thoroughly bewildered.

Finally they reached another room and he turned the doorknob. He pushed open the door and ushered Joanna inside. Jojo gaped.

Ms Powell, the Dame who taught English Literature at the facility, stopped in midstream, looking to Mr Humphries in surprise.

“Grand Master?” she asked.

“Oh do excuse me Ms Powell,” he said in a relaxed manner. “This will take but just a few moments.”

He turned and addressed the room full of the newest entrants to the social rehabilitation program. “Good morning ladies,” he started.

“Good morning sir,” the new inmates chorused.

“You may or may not know of Miss Heyworth,” Mr Humphries said pointing at Jojo, “but I’m sure in the fullness of time you will learn of her reputation. The problem is that Miss Heyworth has been at the facility for some years yet she continues to behave as if she is a newcomer.” As he spoke the Grand Master walked over to the Dame’s desk and brought her chair to the front of the lecture room. He sat down on the chair.

“Oh good fucking grief,” thought Joanna in disbelief.

“This morning I would like to give you an exhibition of what happens should you choose to emulate Miss Heyworth’s penchant for disrupting your academic activities.” He beckoned to Jojo. “If you would be so kind, Miss Heyworth, as to arrange yourself across my lap we can begin,” he said amiably.

Unwillingly Jojo approached the Grand Master. He appeared totally calm, as if this was the most normal occurrence in the world.

Jojo felt his hand on her wrist and he gently guided her downwards.

On the way back to the Grand Master’s office Mr Humphries seemed unperturbed. Jojo on the other hand was deeply perturbed. She was in a state of considerable shock.

Mr Humphries had put her across his knee, flipped up her skirt and spanked her vigorously. Very vigorously. He had given her six sets of six smacks on alternating cheeks, covering every inch of her bum from top to tail.

After he had released Jojo he had politely apologized to the English Dame, wished the Little Brats good day and informed Joanna that there was still a matter of a caning to conclude.

Joanna slipped off her blazer and hung it over the back of the straight-backed chair. Jojo watched as the Grand Master selected a cane from the collection hanging from hooks in the tall-boy. He took his time, flexing each one and swishing them through the air. Jojo turned back and faced the chair. Then, with a deep breath, she leaned forward and bent over.

Mr Humphries folded back Joanna’s skirt. He watched as she raised her hips slightly to allow him to lower her bumbags and roll them down over her hips. She maneuvered herself further over the chair, until she had a hold on the crossbar. She kept her knees closely locked together. He stepped back and took a tight grip on the cane, placing it squarely across the crown to take his measure.

“Yikes,” thought Jojo as the cane swiped down. The straight-backed chair had been the setting for many of Jojo’s most challenging moments. Her rise to the top of the Hall of Shame had brought her to the principal’s office on a very regular basis and each visit had predictably been concluded in the same painful manner. When the cane striped across her backside she realized immediately that she would need to draw on every moment of her many experiences bent over the very same chair.

Jojo smoothed her skirt down and took her blazer from the back of the chair. She pulled on the jacket and slowly fastened the top button. She turned around. The Grand Master was hanging the long, thin cane back in the tall-boy. He turned away and caught her eye.

“Well, how was it Heyworth?” he asked her casually.

Jojo frowned. “Middling, I suppose,” she said tightly as she handed over her Punishment Record Book so that the beating could be post-processed.

“Only middling? Well I’ll have to try harder next time,” he grinned as he entered the details in the small book, “and I’m sure that there will be a next time.”

“Grrrrrrrrr!” muttered Joanna Heyworth. She snatched back her PRB and wriggled out of the room.

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