Fab New Woody Toon – Keyhole Katie – The Far Side of Spanking

This new toon was by special request from My Beloved Jojo. For personal reasons she has an affinity with the rather deranged and spank obsessed parrot, Cedric. She also loves to read about the evil matron of the unit, Katie Beck, getting her comeuppance. Jojo takes the Woody Back to School Unit stories quite personally. Not surprising really, after all she has been one of the major characters in nearly forty books, and that was before her new found fame as a cartoon star.

My usual thanks and congratulations to Dave Ell for another fabulous job of breathing life into my stories and characters!

I have always enjoyed writing the Katie character as her devious nature offers plenty of scope for her underhand tricks to back-fire, generally resulting in outbreaks of mischief and mayhem inside her own bumbags … the extract from ‘Volume 15 – The Woodettes’ that follows the toon is an example of Katie getting caught out in one of her nefarious plots … its Saturday so kick-back, pour a glass of chilled chardonnay and enjoy … Bottoms Up! … RH

 

 

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The Great Button-Busting Scam

The inmates of the Woody Back to School unit hollered and whooped as Claire Brooks lowered Katie Beck over her lap and turned back the hem of her gymslip.

Claire Brooks had been horrified to find a note in her laundry pigeon-hole instructing her to report to Katie’s office for handing in her blouse for laundry in a clobber abusive condition.

Claire held a unique record at the facility. She was the only inmate in its ten year history who had never been punished for breaking any of the copious rules, regulations and protocols known as the Politics of Clobber.

Claire gaped at Katie. The unit’s matron shook out the crisply starched white blouse and laid it face up on the desk. There was no question that it was in an abusive condition; the third button down was missing.

“That’s impossible,” gasped Claire, “I checked that blouse last night before I handed it in for laundry. There is no way on earth that I would have handed it in with a missing button.”

“I can only judge matters based upon the laundry supervisor’s report,” said Katie. “According to the paperwork the button was missing when they took custody of it. You’re due a dusting.”

Claire continued to gape at Katie.

Katie Beck was settling Claire in over her knees when Mr Humphries stepped into her office.

“Not so fast, Katie. Let her up. There’s something I’d like to talk to you about,” he told her.

The Grand Master reviewed Katie’s application to slipper Claire. Slippering of members of the Elite for clobber abuse was rare but not totally unprecedented. Katie had listed half a dozen previous instances of prefects being dusted for various contraventions of the Politics of Clobber. The paperwork was meticulous and the case seemed bona fide. Under the circumstances the Grand Master felt obliged to endorse the application.

The Grand Master was drinking his morning coffee and smoking a cigarette. He idly clicked his mouse on the electronic punishment record database on the GalGab web-site. He went to a pull down menu and filtered down to the number of inmates who had recently been slippered by Katie for handing in blouses in a state similar to the one she had just shown him. He sipped his coffee thoughtfully and then picked up his cell-phone.

“Miss Beck said she’d take away our contract if we didn’t make quota.” the supervisor told the Grand Master. “We needed the work so we started busting buttons. She was very pleased and gave me some generous bonuses.”

“And you were button busting last night?”

“Oh yes sir,” the supervisor assured him. “The Brooks button sir. Miss Beck was very specific. Blouse number 3246. We found it and we busted the button, third down from the neck. Did we do good sir?”

Katie wrung her hands and gnashed her teeth in despair. As usual it was Patty Hodge who had put her in a jam. For the past few weeks Katie had been regaling her cohorts on the Radical Right with blow by blow accounts of the slew of slipperings she was delivering as a result of her brilliant button-busting scam. She picked her targets artfully, focusing on the most clobber-challenged inmates and targeting gals who had previously handed their blouses in for laundry with missing buttons. She had worked out a schedule for the remainder of the year and figured she could effortlessly slipper three bonus inmates a week without attracting attention to her nefarious activities. It was a whop junkie’s dream.

Patty was envious of Katie’s bonus bum roastings. She was going through a personal whop crisis. In the past her cronies had been generous about spreading around the whops and making sure she scored her daily fix. Recently, however, her supply seemed to have dried up. Her chums were either choosing to whop the inmates locally, or to send them directly to the Grand Master’s office to be caned. It was not a situation that pleased Patricia Hodge and it galled her that Katie was having so much fun.

“I checked the database,” she told Katie. “I noticed that you have never slippered Claire Brooks.”

Katie shrugged. “Yeah, she’s the one that got away. I’ve had them all at one time or another, even Rachel Cox and Nicola Jane Nixon. But never Claire,” she said wistfully.

“No time like the present,” Patty goaded her. “Put her on the button-busting schedule and no-one will ever notice.”

Katie Beck was doing her best to tough it out. Mr Humphries had instructed Claire to give Katie thirty-six smacks of the slipper and the Beckster was beginning to rue the day she had spotted the leather soled slipper at a Greek market stall.

It was a long methodical spanking; Katie was forced to lie across the prefect’s lap for almost ten minutes, her bottom glowing like a police beacon. Claire Brooks was all business, working up and down Katie’s bum; she established an undercoat and then worked on some detailed hot-spots before applying a final finish.

There was a carnival atmosphere in the hall. The exposure of the button-busting scam had cleared up some mysteries. Numerous of the inmates had awoken to be aghast to find notes in their pigeon-holes instructing them to repair to Katie’s office for a slippering. They were generally dumb-founded to be confronted with blouses with missing buttons. However, Katie’s practice of targeting the most clobber-challenged inmates was effective. Her targets had all made similar errors previously and even though they were convinced they’d checked the garments before handing them in there was always an element of doubt in their minds and they accepted the slipperings with stoic resignation. The sound of Claire rebounding the leather-soled slipper off Katie’s naked rear end was music to their ears.

By the time she was allowed to return to the vertical Katie was looking visibly cowed. She rubbed her eyes with the cuff of her blouse and flounced off the stage with her head hung low and her hands looking suspiciously like they were prepared for rubbing.

Cathryn Cassidy smiled at Katie. Cat had taken particular care over her appearance. She had dressed in a micro-mini gymslip that barely covered her bumbags, black hose with a matching suspender belt and three-inch stiletto heels. She wore her collar unfastened and her tie hung out over the bib of her gymslip. She had donned her trademark boater and wore it at a jaunty angle.

Katie Beck stood with her hands on her head, the bib of her gymslip lowered and her tie slung back over her shoulder. Cathryn whistled cheerfully as she inspected the unit matron’s clobber and occasionally blew cigarette smoke in her face.

The news that she was being put on full clobber probation was devastating enough for Katie. The news that her bête noire, Cathryn Cassidy, was being appointed as her probation officer made her feel quite bilious.

“It’s all your fault,” Katie fumed at Patty. “I had a perfectly good scam going and now you’ve ruined it.”

“You’re a grown woman Katie,” retorted Patty sanctimoniously. “You make your own decisions and suffer the consequences accordingly.”

“You told me to slipper her,” said Katie angrily.

“No I did not Katie,” said Patty sharply. “I merely suggested it would be a wizard wheeze. This was not Radical Right business, this was Politics of Clobber business and that’s your department.”

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” growled Katie Beck.

Cathryn grinned to herself. She took her time inspecting every hem and thread of Katie’s clobber. Cat was amongst the most perennially clobber-challenged of the inmates and had suffered many long hot slipperings bent like a bow across Katie’s knee. The opportunity to give the facility’s matron a dose of her own medicine was really quite delightful.

Katie was beginning to sweat. Cathryn was applying all the subtle tricks that Katie had deployed over the years to make clobber inspections as disagreeable as possible. Working from the rear was always a successful tactic. Raising the back of the collar or the hem of a skirt and whimsically muttering, “And what have we got here?” was guaranteed to send goose bumps down a gal’s spine. Cathryn Cassidy played Katie like a fish.

Katie stomped out of the haberdasher’s laden down with bags filled with clobber. She had been stunned by the availability. Normally by the beginning of summer everything would have been sold out and she was expecting to have to have her new clobber special ordered. However, the racks were filled with gymslips, blazers and blouses of every size.

As she wandered through the town in search of a cab she was amazed to observe the amount of high fashion chicks who were dressed in the red and black striped blazers, white blouses and red and black-striped ties as worn by the inmates of the Woody Back to School unit.

If you are enjoying the Toon Collection and the book-extracts and you have finished reading the complimentary Volume 1 – Whops and Clobber and still want to know more about the antics of the World’s greatest mega-mixes then cut along sharpish to the Woodettes Publication Page which gives direct access to the five volumes from the Woody Back to School Unit saga that are available for download for the very reasonable sum of $4.99 each. I have included a brief synopsis of the content of each book and of course I have kept the Free Preview Chapters available for your enjoyment.