"Spanking buns the colour of pale bananas"

Spanking buns the colour of pale bananas faint pink marring the unripe mango. The chipmunk pudginess of Oriental girlhood undercutting the studied indifferent cool of bare-ass teens bent crooked over the steel edged table. Resounding cracks of palm against wannabe-dropdead curves still unblossomed echos off whitewashed walls. Yips of traitorous pain, gasps of breath, steady eyes serious as death, denying discomposure.

Breaks one's heart. But hell, it's a living.

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DM Sherwood's Notes:

Meditation inspired by anecdote quoted in TLS (Times Litery Supplement)decades ago. Man bumming his way around the world got a job as teaching assistant in was it Singapore or Japan? (It's been years.) 2nd day on the job he was asked to stay after school & taken to a deserted back classroom where he was ordered to give a bare-bottom spanking to 5 model-beautiful 18 year-old girls. They'd been caught with a stash of Cannabis. Discipline required them to be thrashed but government policy forbade CP on pupils of the feminine gender. This was obviously way, way outside the rules. He was planning to leave at the end of the week so this was an ideal work around the dilemma. It was ethically dubious as he was the dealer who had provided the hemp (unknown to the Principal.) But the money was Good & so he swallowed his principles & did a good job on the pretty young things.