Hot! Hot! Hot! – Woody Toon 12 – Debs Creamed!

Absolutely Creamed! … I love that expression … in an earlier post I explained the derivation but I think it’s worth repeating.

Many years ago I had arranged to meet my old friend Nixdown in a North London pub. She arrived in a state of self-satisfied excitement. She had spent the weekend playing with her lover of the day, an exceptionally buxom English rose who would become Penelope Ann Evans in my Woody Back to School Unit stories (name changed naturally) and was keen to spill the beans about her latest misadventures.

Apparently they had been indulging in a ‘schoolie’ themed play session and had been experimenting with a new cane. Nix told me that she had been taunting her lover that she wasn’t hurting her (this sounded typical of Nixdown) so apparently her playmate got annoyed and Nix reported, rather smugly, that she “bent me over the desk and absolutely creamed me.” I nearly choked on my beer when she offered up that little gem.

Once again Dave Ell has done a wonderful job of comprehensively capturing the essence of the accompanying story extracted from Volume 3 – A Year of Sitting Painfully of the Woody Back to School Unit saga (see below).

I’ve updated the PowerPoint slideshow containing the complete Woody Toon Collection in the sidebar. It’s a little slow to load but I think you’ll agree that it’s worth the wait. Once you’ve downloaded the show just hit ‘F5’ on your keyboard to view the full-screen version and check out all the little details and embellishments that Dave adds in the background of the Toon’s.

So without further ado here’s the new toon and the story featuring poor old Debs Morton getting absolutely creamed … it’s Friday so kick-back, slurp down a glass of vino and enjoy … Bottoms Up! … RH

 

 

Before the story, just the usual polite reminder that Woodettes Publications purchased these illustrations along with the copyright. I have no objection to other sites using them as long as they are accompanied by appropriate acknowledgment to the source.

Deborah slithered her chest across the desktop and reached down and gripped the legs on the far side. She heard Ms Gascoigne approaching and waited to be caned.

Pauline Gascoigne tapped the legs of the desk with the tip of her cane. “Reach down further,” she told Debs.

Deborah stretched over a little.

“Further,” Pauline instructed her.

Debs pushed her legs up and slithered even further forward. She was bent so far over the desk that if she went forward any further she was in danger of tumbling down and landing on her head. Deborah Morton was acutely aware that her backside was stuck up in the air in the most prominent position physically possible. She felt as if her backside might shortly eclipse the sun. She was beginning to sweat.

Pauline Gascoigne neatly turned back the hem of Deborah’s navy blue pleated skirt and then retrieved her cane. She stepped to one side and unhurriedly began her preparations, taking her measure and tapping the cane down once, twice and then thrice. She raised her arm and sliced the whippy rattan stick through the air, landing it crisply across the sweet spot of Debs’ bottom with an explosive crack. Even Deborah’s whop-hardened inmates were impressed.

Deborah Morton was in little position for refined analysis. Her backside was a well-calibrated whopometer and the first strike was enough to confirm that being absolutely creamed was not going to be much fun. The heat of the cane lashing across her backside ricocheted around her central nervous system like a pinball.

Pauline Gascoigne was widely popular amongst the inmates. She was considered even-handed and minx-friendly. Nonetheless, she was highly respected around the community as a consummate artiste with a cane. She hardly seemed to be trying but there was little doubt in anybody’s mind that she was giving Deborah a power-whopping.

Pauline Gascoigne prided herself that she could administer discipline dispassionately. During her period as the President of Posh at the Queensgate Academy she rarely had to use her casting vote. Most cases were open and closed and when required she was merely responsible for delivering the punishment as safely as possible. Nonetheless, she was quite irritated by Deborah’s ridiculous performance.

Deborah Morton was beginning to deeply regret her ill-fated attempt at revenge. The cane was colliding with her bumbags with alarming ferocity. She was feeling quite giddy.

Pauline Gascoigne took her time. Despite her initial irritation at Deborah’s guileless prank she had taken several deep breathes and regained her composure.

The previous day she had caned Debs on routine business after she had continued to goof after several verbal warnings and a yellow card. Pauline had delivered a good crisp six that she had expected would give the errant inmate something to think about for a few days. Clearly the six had not been quite stiff enough so she felt obliged to step up the pace. She raised her arm and brought the cane down with a mighty crack.

Debs hung over the desk panting. Five strokes in and just one left to go. Her backside was already throbbing incessantly. She braced herself for what she suspected was going to be a very grand finale. She heard a whistle from behind her and then her whole body wriggled and writhed in distress as the long thin cane rebounded from her bumbags with nerve-jangling, teeth-chattering force.

Deborah handed over her punishment record book with trembling fingers. Her cheeks were ashen and she had a slightly bemused look on her face.

Debs was no newcomer to being soundly thrashed. She had an unfortunate tendency of bringing out the worst in the Brass and the Elite. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help thinking that her most recent excursion across her desk had been something rather special.

Barely able to keep from hopping up and down on the spot, Deborah Morton now fully comprehended what it meant to be absolutely creamed.

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