Today’s brief teaser is an extract from the very soon to be published ‘Volume 42 – The Final Flogging’ of the Woody Back to School Unit saga and features another hot and sweaty incident in the colorful life of Debs Morton … Unusually I commissioned the accompanying toon (featured at the foot of this post) before I had written the story … the two spankers, Debs Morton and Claire Brooks’ respective mothers had been featured in earlier tales and toons and their toon characters were amongst my favorite interpretations of my briefings that are brought to life by Our Man from Phuket, the legendary booze-hound and general Scouse Scallywag Dave Ell so I hit upon the idea of putting them together on-stage engaged in an epic spank-off featuring their hapless daughter’s bare behinds and hard unyielding long handled, oval headed, wood backed hairbrushes … I think the result speak for itself … a truly classic toon … It’s Saturday so I invite you to kick back and enjoy this little yarn and then if you like what you read please feel free to stay around and have a good old rummage around the libraries and galleries … there’s lots to read and lots of original toons to view and its all ABSOLUTELY FREE and even better we keep the site COMMERCIAL FREE as well … Bottoms Up! … RH

The Two Ma’s

At twenty-one hundred sharp Smoke-time tens of thousands of Woodettes logged on to http://www.woodettes.com and were greeted by the familiar figure of Miss Christy Cranfield seated behind a desk, resting demurely on her elbows and facing directly into the camera.

“Greetings fellow Woodettes,” she said warmly. “As you are aware this evening Claire Brooks and Deborah Morton have agreed to participate in what will almost certainly be remembered as a historic event. These two brave young ladies have agreed to subject themselves to bare bottom spankings from their respective Ma’s in the cause of a number of grateful charities. The number of spanks delivered to each has been mutually agreed to be twenty-four, however safe words have been selected and if at any time either of the participants feels that they have reached their limits of tolerance the spanking will be immediately terminated. Now it is my great pleasure to introduce Ma Brooks and Ma Morton.”

The curtain on the stage rose and from either side of the wings Mrs Christine Brooks and Mrs Penelope Morton strode onto the stage.

Ma Brooks was an internationally familiar figure; she was regularly seen on television alternating between stumping for the current prime minister, who just happened to be her husband, or advocating the liberal use of wood-backed hairbrushes on the bottoms of recalcitrant daughters. Like Claire she had feline facial features framed by dark chestnut hair and carried herself with an elegant grace. But in contrast with her daughter she was notably shapely, an asset that she showed off to good effect with the figure hugging lime green sleeveless dress she had chosen. In her right hand she carried a long-handled, oval-headed, wood-backed hairbrush. She waved at the guests as she approached one of the two straight-backed chairs that had been placed on the center of the stage.

From the opposite wing Deborah’s mother Penny entered the stage. She wore a red dress with matching make-up; her blonde hair fell over her shoulders giving her a decidedly youthful look. In her younger days Penny had been a nationally ranked tennis player and a noted concert pianist. After her marriage and the birth of Deborah she had retired from public life and had concentrated on nurturing the many talents of her prodigious daughter. She smiled at the audience and approached her old chum Chrissie Brooks and shook hands. In her left hand Penny Morton was carrying an equally business like looking hairbrush.

The two women sat down on the chairs and awaited the arrival of their daughters.

Deborah exchanged hugs with Derby, Kate and Rosemary. She stuck her tongue out at Bernadette. “I’ll get you for this Bounder,” she muttered, “you mark my words,” and then set off across the stage with as much confidence as she could muster.

Debs stared into Claire’s eyes and was almost tempted to start to giggle. Her current situation was so incongruous it was almost laughable. She would shortly be twenty-eight years old and in less than a month she would be competing at Wimbledon in the worlds most prestigious tennis tournament, but right now she was turned face down across her mothers lap and was about to be spanked on her bare bottom, with lethal hairbrush, in front of a gawking audience.

The chair’s had been placed side to side and the two young women had been bent over face to face to accommodate the fact that Deborah’s mother was a leftie. For the thousandth time in the past few hours Deborah Morton wondered whether she was stark raving bonkers.

Debs reached out and took Claire’s hand. “Good luck, sis,” she whispered. Claire responded by squeezing Debs hand tightly and blowing her a kiss.

“Let the spankings begin,” announced Christy. “One!”

Chrissie and Penny’s arms went up and then the backs of the brushes came down landing on the naked nates of their respective daughters in perfect synchronization.

In over sixty countries around the globe die-hard Woodettes were glued to the video stream being sent live and direct from the Great Hall of the infamous Woody Back to School unit. For days the chat-rooms had been filled with rumors about the forthcoming event, but even after the announcement the Woodettes had not been quite sure what to expect. What they were actually witnessing made them gape at their screens in jaw-dropping incredulity.

A Synchronized Nailing

Claire and Debs were each having good reason to reconsider the current state of their sanity. The two chums wriggled and squirmed, they hissed and panted, and moaned and groaned as the two Ma’s blistered their bums with unrelenting tenacity. The two chums had unenthusiastically conceded that given the extraordinary generosity of the international spanking community that they were duty bound to put on a good show for the fans. The two Ma’s had been instructed not to hold back and to lay it on thick. Chrissie Brooks and Penny Morton were delivering the goods in spades.

After twelve crashing spanks had been delivered Christy Cranfield announced a thirty-second breather. The inmates used the brief interval to make bets on their smartphones via the newly developed Bernadette Summers Enterprises on-line gambling app, wagering whether either gal would invoke the safe word or whether they would choose to go the distance.

Claire hung upside down panting. Very slowly she raised her head and looked over in Deborah’s direction. Debs did the same. Throughout the first session both gals had chosen to keep their heads well down, lost in their own private worlds, repeating their mantras over and over and desperately trying to remain focused and to stay deep in the zone.

“You okay, sis?” Claire whispered.

Debs rolled her eyes and grimaced, but she nodded emphatically. She reached out her hand and they exchanged another supportive squeeze.

“Ten seconds ladies,” announced Christy.

Debs gave Claire’s hand a final squeeze and then released it before lowering her head down between the crisply starched creases of her white blouse.

The two Ma’s arms pumped up and down in perfect synchronization as Christy kept the proceedings going at a brisk pace of six spanks a minute. The images of Claire and Debs vividly scarlet bums being flashed around the globe via Nixdown’s hi-definition video rig left the gaping Woodettes in no doubt that they were witnessing the Real McCoy.

Debs Morton was in no doubt that she was experiencing the Real McCoy. Her eyes were watering, her teeth were chattering and her nerve endings were jangling as the rhythmical spanks worked there way up her right buttock and back down her left.

“Just six more to go,” she told herself. “I can take it, I will not blub and I will not howl.”

The oval head of the hairbrush crashed down on her right cheek once, twice and then thrice. Debs braced herself for the final onslaught on her left buttock.

“Okay ladies, let’s zing them,” called Christy.

Deborah and Claire’s responses were immediate. “Nooooo! Noooo!” they squealed in unison, but to no avail. They felt their mothers press down on their necks pushing their noses towards the floor of the stage and thrusting their buttocks upwards. The hairbrushes crashed down landing three final spanks on each gals quivering left buttock one on top of the other.

“Yow-ow-ow-ow!” howled Debs.

“Yarooh!” hollered Claire.

In the space of just six rapid spanks two of the communities most whop-hardened veterans had both been nailed in perfect synchronization.

Around the world Woodettes gaped at their screens. All around the Great Hall the guest’s chins dropped. On stage Claire Brooks and Debs Morton were gyrating in their mother’s laps, legs kicking, fists air-pumping and buttocks wriggling and squirming as they tried to cope with the overwhelming effects of being zinged.

“Not funny,” Debs was panting. “Not funny at all.”

“Man, oh man oh fucking man!” groaned Claire. Fortunately Chrissie Brooks did not appear to appear to notice her daughter unleashing the eff-bomb and was busying herself rolling up Claire’s bumbags and smoothing down her skirt.

Deborah was not surprised that tears were rolling down her cheeks as her Ma helped her to her feet. She put her arms around her mother and slowly rested her head on her shoulder. Penny stroked her hair gently.

“There, there,” she whispered in Debs ear. “It’s over now and you’ll cool down in a few minutes. Just take your time.”

“That was not funny Ma,” Debs complained as she tried to repair her makeup. “How is that you’re the only one that always makes me howl and always makes me blub?”

“It must be a mother-daughter kind of thing,” smiled Penny. “See it’s not just you,” she said nodding in Claire’s direction.

Debs Morton patted her face with cold water. “You know what Ma, I’m going to go and get good and damned squiffy.” She turned around and slipped her arm into her Ma’s. “You coming?”

“Sounds like an appropriate plan,” smiled Penny.