The exchange of the cane was now made with the two runners in a cane bite exchange. The two pails of water also had to be exchanged while trying not to spill. All the while they would find themselves in the middle of a swarm of wasps that was screaming and slashing away at their legs, their feet, and their privates plus their naked butts. Quite a challenge, indeed. Below the waist was unrestricted territory. Thus the hands and wrists trying to hold the pails level made for tempting targets whenever they dropped below the waist. As they ran their bottoms and legs had multitudes of points that stung like wasps had indeed stung them rather than birch twigs. When a runner would go into his On-Your-Mark posture he often would see taunting children right in front of him pointing and screaming and horning in on him like juvenile hornets. His rise upon Get-Set would be meet with birch twigs pouncing on his ass. His girl teammate would often find her swing area cluttered by the little taunting insect brats in their free-for-all play. She would have to wave them off with her cane to clear the approach zone . . . with its accompanying delay. Still then there would be a kid lying on the grass trying to swat the loincloth draped cock and balls. Thus the smash of the cane which triggered escape could come as a relief. At least it stopped the ticking away of the time and the birchings. The children quickly learned not to be directly in front of the boy at Go as they would get run over as the boy tried to avoid hitting them himself or with his pails of water. To the ladies on the terrace it looked like swarms of wasps trying to protect their nests. Once a runner did sprint forward he would easily out-distance the children. Not to be outdone the little brats started to play interference between the relay stations. This was against the rules as the little brats were supposed to stay at the relay station. Bedlam. They would run at oncoming racers screaming and waving their birch twigs in making a frontal attack only to part ways when the racer was on them. When two boys on one team tripped over each other on their exchange attempt, they were immediately pounced upon by a swarm. It looked like a pack of hyenas devouring falling prey.
The exchange of the cane was now made with the two runners in a cane bite exchange. The two pails of water also had to be exchanged while trying not to spill. All the while they would find themselves in the middle of a swarm of wasps that was screaming and slashing away at their legs, their feet, and their privates plus their naked butts. Quite a challenge, indeed. Below the waist was unrestricted territory. Thus the hands and wrists trying to hold the pails level made for tempting targets whenever they dropped below the waist. As they ran their bottoms and legs had multitudes of points that stung like wasps had indeed stung them rather than birch twigs. When a runner would go into his On-Your-Mark posture he often would see taunting children right in front of him pointing and screaming and horning in on him like juvenile hornets. His rise upon Get-Set would be meet with birch twigs pouncing on his ass. His girl teammate would often find her swing area cluttered by the little taunting insect brats in their free-for-all play. She would have to wave them off with her cane to clear the approach zone . . . with its accompanying delay. Still then there would be a kid lying on the grass trying to swat the loincloth draped cock and balls. Thus the smash of the cane which triggered escape could come as a relief. At least it stopped the ticking away of the time and the birchings. The children quickly learned not to be directly in front of the boy at Go as they would get run over as the boy tried to avoid hitting them himself or with his pails of water. To the ladies on the terrace it looked like swarms of wasps trying to protect their nests. Once a runner did sprint forward he would easily out-distance the children. Not to be outdone the little brats started to play interference between the relay stations. This was against the rules as the little brats were supposed to stay at the relay station. Bedlam. They would run at oncoming racers screaming and waving their birch twigs in making a frontal attack only to part ways when the racer was on them. When two boys on one team tripped over each other on their exchange attempt, they were immediately pounced upon by a swarm. It looked like a pack of hyenas devouring falling prey.
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