The Sacking of Spanker Spage

Great news … we have two brand new Woody Toon’s ready for posting at the weekend (Here’s a teaser from Woody Toon 13) … in the meantime here is the concluding episode of the Spanker Spage saga.

In yesterdays installment we saw the odious bully Spanker Spage caught red-handed delivering an illegal bare bottom spanking to the unfortunate Little Brat, Jennifer Gardiner. As a result Spanker is booted out of the Elite and subjected to a public flogging. To add to her woes she is sentenced to act as Cathryn Cassidy’s personal grubby.

Cat Cassidy is the author of the Manifesto of Mega-minxdom and the spiritual leader of the cult of mega-minxes. She is a sworn enemy of the Secret Sorority of Serial Spankers and is delighted at the opportunity to give Spanker a taste of her own medicine.

This new extract comes from ‘Volume 3 – A Year of Sitting Painfully’, which is available for purchase over at the Woodettes Publications Page … so kick back and enjoy … Bottoms Up! … RH

Spanker Spage was not amused; in fact she was blubbing like a muff. She was standing before the Grand Dame with her head bowed and tears running freely down her cheeks.

“You are our first failure, Spage,” Ms Lawton was telling her. “Over the past ten years I have been responsible for rehabilitating the worst examples of Ladette culture and our program has been an unmitigated success. However, it must be expected that there will always be one rotten apple in every barrel and you Spage are rotten to the core.”

Juliet Spage’s shoulders pulsated as she sobbed. “It wasn’t my fault,” she spluttered. “They made me do it.”

“Oh put a sock in it Spage,” snapped Ms Lawton. “You attempted to mace Cassidy and now you’re trying to blame others? You are completely beyond redemption Spage.”

Cathryn Cassidy took off her blazer and rolled up her sleeves. She loosened her tie and spat on her hands. “Come here Spage,” she said, sitting down on an armless chair.

Spanker Spage glared at her Personal Draper hatefully. The past six months had been a nightmare for the former member of the SS. Ever since Juliet had been kicked out of the Elite, and reduced to the role of a grubby, life had been tough. Every waking hour that Spanker was not attending lectures or in the study hall Cathryn kept her busy.

The other grubby’s had benefited greatly from Juliet’s reduced circumstances. When Cathryn ran out of errands for Juliet to run she loaned her out to other members of the Elite. Melons, Penny Ann and the Butcher Twins were more than happy to have Juliet relieve their own personal grubbys from duty as they put Spanker to work.

Spanker’s former cohorts from the SS had not proven to be a loyal bunch. They regularly mocked her when they came across her on the Elite landing. Yvonne Godfrey had even taken the opportunity to red card Juliet out of the assembly hall on two occasions causing her to receive twelve stroke bare benders from the Grand Dame.

Her former handler, Katie Beck, monitored Juliet’s laundry vigilantly and slippered her on marginal charges of clobber abuse.

The Wart targeted her ruthlessly during tutorials and alternated between beating her locally and red-carding her up to Ms Lawton’s office.

It was a miserable time for the once powerful Brat Draper and the worst of it was she had to contend with her most hated enemy, Cathryn Cassidy.

Cat had always been the most strident opponent of the Secret Sorority of Serial Spankers. Yvonne and her cronies had made it a policy to give Cat a wide berth whenever possible and wisely Spanker had never included Cat’s personal grubby in her serial spanking activities.

To be subjected to the ignominy of being forced to act as Cathryn Cassidy’s personal grubby was almost too much for Juliet to bear.

Juliet Spage was quite surprised when Yvonne Godfrey sidled up and started making all nice to her. The Commandant of the SS started by inviting her former aide down to one of her stash areas and plying her with booze and cigarettes. Yvonne made sympathetic noises about Juliet’s plight, even apologizing for red-carding her.

“It was all for the cause,” she explained. “Ms Lawton has us under ob’s and I needed to show her we weren’t cutting you any slack.”

Juliet grunted. She had known Yvonne a long time and knew only too well that she didn’t have a sympathetic bone in her body.

“You want something, don’t you?” she demanded.

Yvonne shrugged. “I need a favor,” she admitted. “That bitch Cassidy got me a whopping and she’s gonna pay for it! You’d love to see Cassidy get her comeuppance, now wouldn’t you my dear Spanker.”

Spanker Spage looked suspicious. “What do you want me to do?”

Yvonne reached into her pocket and extracted a small canister. “This is mace,” she told her former chum. “I want you to pitch up late for grubbing duties. Cassidy will be obliged to drape you. Just act normal and then when you’re in close spray this in her eyes. I’ll be waiting on the landing with Ivan. When she goes down we’ll come in and throw a sack over her head and wrap her up with duct tape. We’ll shove her in the closet for a few hours and then after lock-down we’ll sneak her over to the stables and thrash the shit out of her.”

“Oh good grief,” was all Spanker could think of to say.

Yvonne’s assessment that Cathryn had been responsible for the disagreeable twelve stroke whopping she had received from Patty Hodge was not entirely accurate.

As usual Yvonne had been acting the bollocks. She had been swaggering around the recreation area with her pack of cohorts looking for opportunities to score some cheap whops.

Cathryn Cassidy was the day’s nominated duty monitor and was positioned on the landing of the ornate stairway that led to the Main House. It gave her a perfect vantage point to observe all the areas of the recreation ground including the cloisters and the quadrangle. It was a warm day and most of the inmates were taking advantage of the good weather to get some fresh air. They were congregated in small pockets playing a variety of card games or backgammon or just plain kicking back and gabbing.

Cathryn spotted Yvonne and her chums swanking about the place. She sighed and made her way down the stairwell.

“What are you up to Godders?” she asked when she caught up with the SS. “I don’t need any assistance and especially not from you.”

“Oh put your fucking bumbags in it Cassidy,” replied Yvonne. “We’re just taking a stroll. We’ve got just as much right to the rec area as anybody else.”

“Well don’t start acting the bollocks on my watch,” said Cat threateningly, “I’ll be watching you.”

Yvonne just sneered. Cat returned to her look-out post, keeping a careful eye on the members of the SS.

Cat yawned and looked at her watch. She dearly wished that she could take a nap. The previous evening after the facility had been put under lock-down she had shimmied down a drainpipe and sneaked across the grounds. She had climbed over the wall of the orchard and into the arms of her boyfriend Mark who was waiting in his car.

Cat and Mark had met in a coffee shop in the nearby town and had been going hot and heavy ever since. Cat regularly broke out of the unit at night so that she could spend some quality time with her beau.

Her late night trysts had gone undiscovered but her relationship had nonetheless not been altogether beneficial to her bumbags. On several occasions she had missed curfews and been caned by the Duty Dames. On the third occasion Patty had insisted that she was paraded in front of the Beak and Ms Lawton had given her a severe scolding and a twelve-stroke bare bender. It had little effect and several weeks later when she cut curfew again Cathryn Cassidy became the first prefect in Woody history to be publicly flogged.

Cathryn continued to yawn. She hated being duty monitor. It was such a drag. She always did her best to cut the inmates as much slack as possible but during free-time, away from the strict discipline of the lecture rooms and study groups, they were always at their most rambunctious. It was a rare day that the duty monitor wasn’t obliged to take at least one inmate up to the library for a thrashing.

Cat watched Yvonne sauntering about, she and her cronies stopped several times at groups of inmates. Cathryn had little doubt that they were making snide comments and underlying threats but at least they moved on.

Cat looked at her watch again. Six-twenty. In the distance, several stragglers were ambling along the driveway, back from excursions into town, just in time for Callover. Below in the recreation areas the inmates were packing up their belongings and preparing to go back to the main building. Cat Cassidy wandered down the steps. It wouldn’t be long now, she figured, before she could cut along to her study and enjoy a much-needed power-nap.

Cathryn crossed the recreation area and followed the inmates into the building. They were making their way up the stairwells towards the landings so that they could put their kit away. She headed towards the assembly hall to help Penelope Ann oversee Callover.

“What the fuck are you doing?” growled Cathryn.

She had turned into a corridor and encountered Yvonne backing Rosemary up against a wall.

“She’s been smoking,” said Yvonne, “I can smell it on her breath. I’m searching her.”

Cathryn narrowed her eyes. “Did you find anything?”

Yvonne cut her eyes at Cat. “Mind your own business, Cassidy, I haven’t finished,” she snarled. “Raise your skirt,” she instructed Rosemary.

Rosemary Booker took the hem of her skirt and raised it. Yvonne reached over and ran her fingers around the waistband of Rosemary’s bumbags working front to back.

She reddened slightly when she came up empty. “I can still smell it on her breath,” she said defiantly.

“Yeah rock on, Godders,” said Cathryn Cassidy. “Come here Rosemary; let’s see if you pass a sniff test.”

Patty Hodge’s olfactory senses were legendary and she claimed that she could smell fag-breath at twenty paces. Patty was a smoking hypocrite. For thirty years she had been an on-again, off-again smoker and alternated between being an anti-fag zealot and defending her three-pack a day habit. She hadn’t smoked a cigarette for almost a week.

“Breathe out,” she instructed Rosemary.

“Bend over the desk you fucking imbecile,” Patty screeched into Yvonne’s face. “What were you thinking?”

“She’s on your fucking hit-list,” Yvonne screamed back. “You’re not whopping me for this!”

Patty stared at Yvonne. “You can bet your bottom dollar I’m whopping you for this. It’s reckless behavior like this that gets the SS a bad name. You’re lucky I don’t bring you up in front of an SS hearing and have you stripped of your rank as Commandant. Now bend over the desk before I summons Ivan to hold you down.”

“You are a truly rotten bitch, Patty,” said Yvonne through gritted teeth and then slowly she peeled off her blazer.

The macing had not gone well. As she had approached Cathryn Juliet had reached into her blazer pocket intending to palm the small canister. As sleight of hand went it had been particularly guileless and Cat had caught on fast. She leapt out of the seat and slapped Juliet’s hand aside, at the same time she stamped her right foot down on top of Juliet’s causing Spanker to roar out and take a tumble.

“What the fuck is this?” asked Cat, retrieving the canister from the floor. “Mace? You were going to fucking mace me? Oh you pathetic bitch,” she growled and toed Spanker in the ribs with the sharp point of her shoe. “Get up you little weasel, I rather fancy you won’t be sitting down again this week.”

“She tried to mace you,” said Penelope Ann insistently. “We need to report this.”

“I’ve taken care of her,” said Cat stubbornly.

“Taken care of it?” asked Patsy Butcher incredulously. “You’ve spanked her. What’s to stop her sneaking in and zapping you with chloroform while you’re sleeping?”

“She’s clearly deranged, Cat,” agreed Lindsey Butcher. “We need to deal with this.”

Even Melanie White nodded her consensus. “I’ve known you a long time Cat and I know you think you can take care of everything but this is just too far out where the buses don’t run. We don’t have any choice; we’ll have to involve the Beak in this one.”

“Hmmm,” grumbled Cathryn noncommittally.

“I could flog you and flunk you,” Ms Lawton told Spanker Spage. “Send you before a hearing of the System and put you back a few years to see whether we can’t beat some goodwill into you, but I think not. I’m going to sack you Spage and hand you over to the constabulary. You will be charged with attempted assault and possession of a prohibited substance. I rather think that you’re going to chokey Miss Spage and I for one hope that they throw away the key.”

“Naaaaawwwwwww!!!!” wailed Spanker Spage.

“You really didn’t have any choice,” said Mr Humphries over dinner.

“It’s a shame though,” sighed Susan Lawton. “Ten years without a single sacking and now with just ten days to go this happens.”

Mr Humphries smiled, “Well in ten days you’ll start your new life,” he told her cheerily, “and then it will become my problem.”

“Ten days is a long time at the Woody Back to School unit,” Susan sighed wearily.

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