Nikki loves horses but is so terribly disorganised. One morning she forgets that Sir Reginald is going out hunting and goes for a canter herself. Unknown to her, panic ensues back at the stables and the stable manager is about to call the police to report the lost . Then suddenly Nikki breezes back in as if nothing was amiss. Sent straight up to the tack room, the manager gives her a hundred strokes across her bottom. He uses a variety of canes and crops, but Nikki's bottom is so tough that she hardly reacts to each and every hard stroke, the advantage of having one's bottom thrashed so re...

Nikki loves horses but is so terribly disorganised. One morning she forgets that Sir Reginald is going out hunting and goes for a canter herself. Unknown to her, panic ensues back at the stables and the stable manager is about to call the police to report the lost . Then suddenly Nikki breezes back in as if nothing was amiss. Sent straight up to the tack room, the manager gives her a hundred strokes across her bottom. He uses a variety of canes and crops, but Nikki's bottom is so tough that she hardly reacts to each and every hard stroke, the advantage of having one's bottom thrashed so regularly! (CA164)