Just Desserts for the Secret Sorority of Serial Spankers

During the year known in Woody lore as ‘Operation Scorched Arse’ the inmates of the facility have a particularly tough time of it. Ms Lawton, the Grand Dame of the day, is determined to quell the rampart rise of mischief and mayhem and to stamp out the anarchic and subversive subterranean Cult of Mega-minxdom. She declares open season on the bumbags of the inmates.

Patty Hodge and her cohorts on the Radical Right have a field day and the corridors are soon filled with the sounds of canes, straps and slippers rebounding of the tautened gossamer bumbags of their hapless victims. Patty enrolls Yvonne Godfrey as Commandant of a heinous branch of the Elite code-named ‘The Secret Sorority of Serial Spankers’ and orders her to implement a program of extreme prejudice. The inmates find themselves being dispatched to the punishment in droves by Godders and her cronies to touch their toes for whops delivered on bogus charges.

The mega-minxes refuse to be cowed and anarchy prevails. Inspired by the leadership of Cat Cassidy, Lady Vix and the Famous Four the inmates embark on an epic spree of serial malfeasance and the whop-rate spirals to an all-time high.

Eventually as she contemplates her retirement Ms Lawton is forced to admit that the operation has back-fired and is determined to make amends to the beloved gals in her custody. On the eve of her departure she arranges for the Brass to be off campus and leaves the unit in the hands of the newly appointed Red-shirt, Lady Victoria Brompton.

This extract is taken from Volume 4 – The Inmates Strike Back, which is available for purchase at the Woodettes Publications page … it’s Sunday, kick back, have a mimosa or a Bloody Mary and enjoy … Bottoms Up! … RH

The library was jammed to the gills. The inmates had clambered up on the bookshelves and were sprawled on every inch of floor or flat surface.

Jackie Ivanhoe entered the library on her hands and knees. She was disheveled, her blouse ripped and a bruise was beginning to swell over her right eye. Jackie Ivanhoe was howling. Behind her Claire Brooks was whipping an ashplant across Ivan’s hindquarters. Janet Mitchell was boohooing. Lady Vix escorted her into the library under a full collar.

“Lemme go I tell you,” the Bitch was yelping as Lady Vix roughly propelled her forward.

The New Elite surrounded Yvonne Godfrey and Jayne Underly. Godders looked surly but resigned. Undies was scowling.

Cassie Cassy had placed four chairs in the middle of the room. The SS were unceremoniously ushered to the chairs and made to climb up and place their hands on their heads.

Lady Victoria Brompton stood looking up at the tearful SS; she was playfully slapping the long oval shaped hairbrush in her hand.

“Eeny, meanie, miny, mo,” she giggled, “Catch a meanie by her bumbags.”

The Woody gals roared with delight.

Lady Vix crooked her finger at Janet Mitchell. “Ok Bitchypoo, comest thee hither,” she grinned.

Despite Yvonne Godfrey’s rank as Commandant of the Secret Sorority of Serial Spankers, it was Mitch the Bitch who had finally tipped the scales of justice in the direction of the beleaguered minxes and Vix was not about to let her forget it.

The Bitch looked terrified as she stepped down from the chair. “Look here Vix,” she sniffled, “it’s not fair you know. It was all Yvonne and Patty’s plans. They made me help them.”

Vix just smiled and took Janet by the wrist and led her towards the spanking stool. The Bitch dug her heals in and pulled back.

“P … P … Please Vix,” blubbed Janet.

“That’s Your Ladyship to you!” snapped Victoria, “and put your bumbags in it willya, you’re giving me the pip.”

Lady Victoria Brompton was perched up on the spanking stool with Janet Mitchell dangled over her knee. Janet’s bumbags were around her ankles and the skirt of her gymslip had been neatly folded back.

“Hmm,” said Lady Vix, “let’s see how this works,” and brought the wood backed hairbrush down with a resounding smack. Mitch the Bitch let out a shriek.

“Stoppit I tell you, you can’t do this,” she howled.

SPLAT!!!!!!!! The hairbrush collided with Janet’s upturned arse for a second time.

Lady Vix giggled, “Whoa, what do you think sisters?”

The library was in an uproar. The Woody gals were jeering and cheering at the sight of the hated Bitchypoo getting her comeuppance. Lady Vix warmed to her work. Her arm pumped up and down, landing spank after spank with meticulous precision. Janet wriggled and squirmed and howled, helpless to do anything but dangle. After a few moments and a barrage of spanks Lady Vix grinned up at the crowd of giggling inmates.

“Well I think I’ve got the hang of this. Whadya think Bitchypoo?”

Janet Mitchell was wriggling and squirming, snuffling and snorting. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

Lady Vix grinned wickedly. “I only think it fair that you take a pop or two Debs,” she chuckled.

Deborah Morton did not need to be invited twice. She strode forward and seized the hairbrush.

“NNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” squealed Janet.

Deborah Morton brought the hairbrush down with all her might. “Whoa Debs,” giggled Lady Vix, “don’t you be breaking my fine new brush.”

Deborah winked. For Debs revenge was sweet and every long hot minute that Janet had orchestrated for her to spend dangling over Penelope Ann’s knee, every time she had been chucked out of assembly, and even worse the chapel on visitation day and every vicious, spiteful remark from Janet needed to be accounted for. Debs cracked the hairbrush downwards. The former professional tennis player seemed intent on delivering straight aces.

The Bitch was now kicking her legs with wild abandon. Her face was covered by her hands and she shook and sobbed and blubbed. Her bottom was crimson and swollen as the hairbrush continued to rebound up and down.

Janet Mitchell had a pampered past. She had spent her life unctuously sucking up to the Brass and wriggling out of punishments more often than not, even if it meant her sneaking and causing some unsuspecting inmate to be beaten.

Lady Vix allowed Deborah to deliver a very crisp six, and then one for luck. Next she invited any gal who had felt the sting of Janet’s ashplant to step forward, asking them how many occasions they had been whacked by the prefect and giving them the opportunity to give her a crack with the hairbrush as a reminder for each occasion. Thus, Lisa Sutton got to slap the brush down six times, Cassie Cassy and the Bounder got in three good whaps apiece and then a bevy of gals got a good hard shot at Janet’s scarlet arse.

For Janet the humiliation of being spanked by gals who had recently been her subordinates was too much. She wailed and flailed and Lady Vix had to struggle to keep her across her knee.

By the time all the gals had got their whaps in Janet Mitchell’s backside was a deep purple; clearly she was not going to be able to sit down for a week. Lady Vix leant over and took a hold of Janet’s collar and yanked her roughly to her feet. As soon as her feet hit the floor the prefect’s hands shot back and she began to furiously rub whilst dancing an idiot jig.

“You’re pathetic,” Lady Vix said scornfully, “now get back on that chair and cease those ridiculous noises before I take a cane to your arse.”

Although Yvonne Godfrey was a spiteful bully she was made of sterner stuff than Janet and was far from a muff. When Lady Vix waggled her finger at her the disgraced prefect climbed down from the chair with a look of haughty disdain on her face. Godders approached the spanking stool unhurriedly, her lip curling slightly.

“What ever you dish out Brompton I can take it, you’ll never make me howl.”

Yvonne was a remarkably pretty gal, tall and slender. Her long neck and noble features gave her an air of aristocracy. She always wore her hair bundled up on top of her head so her natural curls framed her face. She had shone at academic studies and at sport. However Yvonne Godfrey was fatally flawed. Her superiority complex distanced her from most of the inmates and her scheming vindictiveness regularly resulted in her adversaries ending with their bumbags being torn to tatters. Unlike Janet Mitchell, Yvonne’s backside had not been pampered. Although she had never reached the giddy heights of mega-minxdom her tally of thrashings was notable for an inmate of her generation. Her ascendancy to the leader of the SS was clearly destiny; her reputation of treating the more junior inmates with disregard was legendary long before she bent over the vaulting horse to be ceremoniously thrashed into the Elite. Even a sideways glance from a Brat earned them a cuff around the ear or a painful Chinese burn. Godders was a thorough rotter.

Yvonne had calmly allowed herself to be dangled across Lady Vix’s lap. As she had sprawled forward she had hissed, “Hot as you like fuckwit.”

Lady Victoria Brompton had learned a thing or two about dangling in her years at Woodys. She took her own sweet time about rearranging Godders clobber, fiddling and folding, knowing that despite her show of bravado Yvonne would be beginning to feel an unpleasant agitation while her bottom was being meticulously bared.

Once Victoria had finished preparing Miss Godfrey she looked thoughtfully down at the upturned derriere. There was no question that Yvonne Godfrey had been the most evil and conniving member of the Elite to emerge since the unforgettably cruel regime of Katie Beck. There was an ample supply of gals in the library who deserved a piece of Godder’s arse. Lady Victoria Brompton tucked Yvonne in tightly to the crease of her lap and invited her victims to step forward.

“Get on with it Brompton, bring it on,” hissed Yvonne defiantly.

“Shut it!” the aristocrat snapped, “If we need your opinion we’ll ask for it,” and gave the former commandant a solid thwack of the brush.

“Fuck you Brompton,” sneered Yvonne so Victoria whapped her twice more.

Almost two dozen gals were lined up itching to get in their whops. Rosemary Booker, remembering the humiliating lunchtime licking, blistered the bare behind with considerable gusto. Cassie Cassy, whom Yvonne had treated particularly spitefully, proved she could give it out as impressively as she could take it.

One by one the gals who had been forced to proffer their backsides for Yvonne’s entertainment got a shot at payback. Godders was finally beginning to show some action; her legs had begun to scissor and her bottom was gyrating beneath the onslaught. Her breath was coming in heavy pants and she was emitting low impassioned moans as the hard wood of the hairbrush scalded her backside.

When Lisa Sutton stepped up Victoria stopped her. “I seem to remember she gave you a particularly hard time earlier this year,” she asked.

“The fucking bitch gave me six low riders,” replied Lisa.

“Low riders,” hollered Cassie Cassy, “We want low riders.”

“Low riders!” echoed the Woody gals. “Give her Low Riders!”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” growled Yvonne.

“Oh wouldn’t I now?” chuckled Her Ladyship.

Yvonne Godfrey bent over and touched her toes. The former prefect had inelegantly shuffled to the fireplace with her bumbags circled around her ankles. With her bottom already burning she was not looking forward to suffering the further indignity of being caned but she had resigned herself to her fate and she was determined that she would not be remembered as a muff.

Yvonne Godfrey clenched her teeth. She had been a great proponent of Low Riders. She liked nothing better than to cruelly swipe her ashplant across the sulcus of the unsuspecting inmates, often causing them to leap up and hop like deranged folk.

Lisa Sutton took aim and sliced the ashplant downwards. Yvonne felt the slice of the cane as it collided with the fleshy fold at the bottom of her buttocks and the accompanying stripe of white heat that sent her into paroxysms of agitated agony. Despite her determination to remain silent Yvonne Godfrey hissed like a scalded cat.

Yvonne Godfrey was a shadow of her former haughty self as she hobbled painfully across the library. She was swearing and cussing up a blue storm. “I’ll fucking kill you Brompton, you mark my words,” she threatened. “I’ll come back and haunt you and murder every one of you in your beds.”

“Yeah, rock on Godders,” laughed Victoria. “I’m pooping in my bumbags; now quit your bitchin’ before I put you back over my knee.” The newly appointed Red-shirt turned her attention to Miss Jacqueline Ivanhoe.

Ivan the Terrible looked like a train-wreck. When the New Elite had arrived at her study Jackie Ivanhoe had tried to resist. Big and burly she had used her physical presence to intimidate the smaller inmates. However, Lady Vix was in no mood for resistance and for the second time in the space of a year she bopped Ivan the Terrible on the nose, dumping her on her oversized arse. In an ensuing scuffle Ivan’s blouse had been ripped and her left eye was swollen. As she had tried to scamper away on all fours Claire had swiped an ashplant across her hindquarters, and then perceiving this as a wizard wheeze, Claire had proceeded to whip Ivan all the way to the library.

Stepping off the chair Ivan the Terrible looked bedraggled and tremulous. Her reputation as the SS’s enforcer had made her many enemies. Although she rarely beat gals herself, it was commonplace to see some poor unfortunate being hustled through the corridors on their way to the library, their arms twisted painfully behind them and Ivan’s iron grip on the scruff of their necks.

The words “Collar that gal,” were amongst the most dreaded. Katie Beck had introduced collaring some years before, but it didn’t become common practice until Yvonne Godfrey had instructed Jackie Ivanhoe to collar poor Lisa Sutton. Delighted with themselves, the SS added the additional discomfort of twisting the gal’s arm behind her. The height of Ivan the Terrible meant that most gals could hardly touch the floor as they were unceremoniously propelled through the facility.

Tears were slowly rolling down her face as she approached Lady Vix. When the new Red-shirt took her wrist to lower her across her lap Ivan pulled back. Lady Vix turned Jackie Ivanhoe’s hand palm up and brought the hairbrush down with a crack.

Ivan howled, hopping from foot to foot, squeezing her hand under her armpit.

“Now over and up Ivan,” Lady Vix snapped, “this minute.”

Lady Victoria Brompton cut a fine figure perched up on the spanking stool with Ivan the Terrible dangled over her knee. She was staring down at Ivan’s enormous behind in amusement.

“Now this is going to take some warming,” she mused.

Methodically Lady Vix worked up one side and down the other. Jackie Ivanhoe was not taking it meekly; the library was filled with her squeals as Victoria reddened her bum.

The Woody gals watched intently. Clearly Lady Victoria was cut out for this line of business.

“Yikes,” whispered Jojo, “that is one knee I don’t fancy bending over.”

Lady Vix was amongst the most revered gals in the unit. She was admired and adored for her courageous defense of the underdog, despite the often-painful consequences to herself. Victoria Brompton had frequently been flogged for protecting weaker gals from bullies, but now she had the unit’s most notorious bully clearly in her sights.

This was one spanking that everyone agreed was down to Vix. “Go Vix go! Go, go, go!” the inmate whooped and hollered as Lady Victoria warmed to her work.

Jackie Ivanhoe was boohooing as Vix slapped down the brush, every inch of her voluminous behind was painted a vivid crimson. She kicked and squirmed and shook her head from side to side; she was howling and begging Vix to stop.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaasee,” she shrieked, “I’m on fire.” So Vix gave her another crack.

“What a fucking muff,” giggled Nixdown.

“Well that’s some damn fine spanking,” laughed Jojo.

“Go Vix, go, go, go,” whooped Rosemary.

Standing on the chair with her hands on her head had given Jayne Underly time to ruminate on the untoward circumstances she found herself in. Watching the proceedings made her more and more surly by the moment. The injustice of her situation boiled inside her. Jayne did not consider herself a hard-core SS member. Sure, she had joined Yvonne and Janet’s odious conspiracy to ensure Deborah Morton spent as many moments dangled over Penelope Ann’s knee as possible. But hadn’t Debs harnessed her with the undignified nickname of Undies? And yes she had supported Spanker Spage in her crusade to make the lives of the Little Brats a nightmare. But she had treated her personal grubby well, only spanking her for her own good. And she had only thrashed gals when absolutely necessary. For her to be included in the same category as Godders, the Bitch, and Ivan the Terrible struck her as ludicrous.

Stepping down from the chair Jayne Underly glowered at Lady Vix. “If you think I’m going to stand for this you are greatly mistaken,” she said heatedly. “I’m outta here.” With that she spun on her heel and headed towards the door.

Lady Vix looked calm, “I have no intention of you standing for anything,” she laughed, bringing the roof down. “Any volunteers to collar that fool?”

The Bounder was on Jayne in a flash. Jayne vainly tried to struggle free but Bernadette Summers was having none of it. The disgraced prefect found herself being marched across the room with the Woody gals applauding and stomping their feet.

“Whoa, way to go Bounder,” giggled Jojo.

“Fucking A,” cheered Nixdown

“This ain’t fair,” wailed Undies, “what I ever do to you?”

“You tried to get Penelope Ann flogged!”

Everyone turned towards the doorway. Melanie White was strolling into the library. She was followed by Cat, Penny Ann and the Butcher twins.

“Wha’da’ya’mean?” spluttered Jayne.

Melons approached Jayne Underly, a confident smile on her face. “Oh I think you know precisely what I mean, Undies. Two years ago, a small matter of a fire in the stables.”

“Hey,” squeaked Jayne, “that wasn’t me, it was Spanker Spage, honest it was. The fire was her fault and she threatened to beat me up if I said anything.”

The inmates listened intently. They all remembered this mysterious fire in the stables and Penelope Ann being subjected to intense sweating to reveal the perpetrators. Pen had even been dragged on stage fully attired for a public flogging but had still refused to snitch. Fortunately at the last moment sanity had prevailed and Ms Lawton had accepted that flogging Penny Ann served little purpose and had finally let the matter rest. It had remained one of the great unsolved mysteries of the Woody community.

Jayne Underly had turned as white as a ghost and looked as if she might faint. “It was Spanker, I tell you,” she said lamely. “It was all Spanker’s fault.”

The inmates were all glaring at her. Under the Woody code of honor there was no behavior that could be conceived as any lower than stitching up another inmate for a flogging.

Jayne Underly was not feeling much love in the library.

Lady Victoria slid off the spanking stool. “Perhaps you’d like to take over from here Penny Ann,” she suggested.

Pen grinned and shook her head. She pointed over at Yvonne, Janet and Ivan who were all standing on their chairs with their hands on their heads looking distinctly forlorn. “You looking like you’re doing fine,” she told the aristocrat. “Carry on … unless of course …,” she stopped and looked across the room.

Nixdown met Penny Ann’s gaze. “Just hand me that fucking hairbrush,” she told Victoria emphatically.

Lady Vix just nodded and stepped away from the stool.

“You can’t be fucking serious,” wailed Jayne. “Look at her she’s deranged. Please Penny Ann, help me, I didn’t mean you any harm. It was just a big misunderstanding that got out of control. Please, please help me, she’s fucking barking.”

“Woof, woof,” laughed Nixdown and grabbed Jayne by the wrist.

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