Several
minutes later she reached an identical entrance hall to the one she’d
just left, except this was the Staff Study wing. She started up more
stone steps, which were identically echoing, although this time they’d
probably be a Caning For Cunt. She reached the Level 2 landing, which
housed the Flats for the Staff who lived on the premises permanently. It
wasn’t very far to her destination, since it was the first such.
Iain Terrence Hayter
Tardius Et Tardis
Slowly And Slow, read the Latin logo, as her brain also registered the double entendre with its tilt towards the Tardis. It was a reference to the ancient TV Sci-Fi show of Doctor Who,
with something seemingly bigger inside than out. In this case the
contention was completely correct, since his was also Flat 2, as a perk
of his position. She nerved herself up, having knocked on his door so
often in past years, and almost always in order to receive the rattan
and a raw rear. Then she gritted her teeth and did so. “Entarrrr,”
called out the villain’s voice she knew so well. The standard shiver
shook her spine….and her slit. “HOOH!” she huffed, in an anticipation of
approaching agonies.
She
opened the door and stepped inside to see him sitting at his table.
Interestingly, he was enjoying Waitress service. The uniform was the
same style as at The Stern Maiden,
except she really WAS a French Maid….of sorts. “Good morning, Domme,”
said Terrence Hayter heartily, “delighted you could make it. Do take a
seat, and help yourself to some cereal. I have just started some smoked
salmon, however I rather recall this is not a delicacy for you….” since
in Aberdeen she ate it all the time, “….we have some conventional fried
food on the go, for when you have had some cereal.” She set down her
bag, and strutted across to the table.
“Ohh,”
she gasped as she sat down, since the really rough raised ridges were
worse with a bare bottom. “Champagne, Ma’am?” asked Lady Joyce D’Aragon.
“A little French fancy from a Leetle Vrench Vancy, as Shaggerr would
say?” she suggested wittily, her light Gallic lilt evident with its
extra emphasis evident on the letter R. “Half a glass, please,” she
muttered, “since he once got me good and dead drunk on the stuff, before
I confessed to all sorts of culpable crimes….the BASTARD.” Doubtless
all this too would be available on AudioVisual Record if required. The
Dragon Lady obliged, as she selected some cereal. “A cup of coffee would
be nice, too….Mademoiselle,” she said, patronizingly.
“So how have you been doing, Domme?” he asked as she ate. “I’ve enjoyed Farmyard Fun and Frolics as a Salutary Sow,” she said, “and duly done the Detention from your fucking fiancée, Terrence….” they both stared at her, “….then I took Richard Sharp out for a romantic dinner at The Old S&M.
It seems we’re really rather made for each other, and I hope he’ll be
joining me at University in the autumn.” He smiled widely. “I am so
glad,” he said, “but it cannot have been much of a tryst after Coffee
With Whipped Cream….always assuming you imbibed?” She smiled. “I did,”
she replied, “and he wasn’t….well, up for anything until this morning….”
although she’d been able to make alternative arrangements, “….we’ve
just enjoyed a celebration screw.” Lady Joyce D’Aragon appeared with two
jugs. “How would you like it, Ma’am?” she murmured. “Half and half,”
she replied as she poured it out. Then she returned with her fried food,
and set it down.
It
must have been about ten minutes later before she was finally finished,
and they’d taken the toast ticket, too. “Thank you, Terrence,” she
said, mopping her mouth, “and now to the business of beating my bare
bottom. I accept my guilt….and I’d also ask you take into consideration
how I committed the same crime when we returned from dinner. Should we
say six strokes from you….and a second six from this wanton wicked
Witch….” she licked her lips, “….whilst I’m in the Position, perhaps you
should add another Put-You-In-Your-Place punishment with some sound
screwing….and the same goes for The Dragon Lady, with a suitable
strap-on.” They both smiled widely. “If you could kindly quickly clear
the table, Joyce,” he said, “whilst I select a suitable stick.” She
waited whilst the Waitress bustled about. “I’m very grateful for this
facility, Domme,” she said, “I always did rather fancy flirting with you
when you were one of the Brownie Babes. However, it wasn’t appropriate
at such a tender age.”
Then
The Headmaster returned from his bedroom, brandishing a
So-Sorry-Sir-Ma’am-Malacca-model. It was a wonderfully whippy Whangee
weapon, knobbed nastily at irregular intervals all along its length. “I
thought a type of Dragon cane from The Dragon Lady would work well,” he
said wittily, “and obviously you ARE a grown up girl, who should be able
to handle these hits. Bend over at once, nice and tight,” She duly did
so. “Her high heels should help, Terrence,” ventured Lady Joyce
D’Aragon, “as so many perusers of porn will testify. They enable the
body to be balanced further forward, thus increasing the angle of
attack. I’ve always agreed….when swishing sinful schoolgirls.” He
nodded. “I too concur with the conclusion, Joyce,” he said, “and I shall
say seven, including one extra for the slur on my parentage….” the
BASTARD, “….two extras. Think yourself lucky it is not more.” Clearly
his apparent mind reading abilities were working well. “Yes, Sir,” she
said, sullenly, as she spread her legs wide, enabling him to see
everything on offer.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK
“OOOH..HOOO….TWO,
so sorry, SIR,” she gasped as the staccato style strokes arrived
without warning. She looked up at the Dragon Lady, who was now wearing a
suitable strap-on dildo. Ouch….it was with a spiked punishment penis,
the same as Dick Dastardly.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK
“OOWW..WOWWW….FOUR, so sorry, SIR,” she gasped.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK
“YIKES..YIKES….SIX, so sorry, SIR,” she gasped.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK
“YAROOOH..OOOH….EIGHT,
a straight eight, so sorry, SIR,” she gasped, “thank you for swishing
me, Sir….uhhh,” she added as her pussy was poked. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” he
moaned as he humped her hard. “This is a rare treat for
me….UHHH….Domme,” he ventured, “for which I am….UHHH….most
grateful….UHHH….since I am required to be properly professional with
posterior punishments during school hours….UHHH….I am cumming….” even at
a time of sexual stress, he still avoided the use of all apostrophes,
“….UHHH….YESS….YESS….uhhh,” he added as he withdrew his willy. He handed
her a tissue, and she wiped herself. “Now it’s my turn, Domme,” said
the teacher, “and mine will be in threes….prior to your poke.”
SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK
“YEEEE..HEEEE..EEEEE….THREE, so sorry, MA’AM,” she yelped.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK
“YAROOOH..OOOH….SIX,
so sorry, MA’AM,” she gasped, “thank you for my thrashing, Ma’am….I
know I deserved due discipline….AHHH,” she added as her pussy was poked
with a punishment penis. “I always dreamed of doing this to you, Domme,”
she said, “but you seemed to manage perfectly well with Dick Dastardly.
“AHHH….UHHH….AHHH,” she gasped in pussy pain and pleasure, “thank you,
MA’AM….AHHH….UHHH….AHHH….FUCK….I’m cumming again….yes….YESS….YESS….” The
Dragon Lady stopped humping, although the room didn’t stop spinning,
“….uhhh….AHHH,” she added as it was withdrawn. Slowly, she stood up, and
turned around. “Mmmm,” she moaned as the teacher kissed her leisurely,
in a very forward French fashion.
“Thank
you, Ma’am,” she murmured, as soon as they’d separated, “as for
Terrence….” she turned towards him, “….you’re down for a dozen due as
your Caning For Cunt. I’ll leave it to Ma’am if I may, and suggest she
uses the Whangee weapon....” he shivered, “….Bitch,” he interjected,
“….which would have been a dozen due, but is now a Beastly Baker’s
beating. Was there anything you wanted to add….bad boy?” He shook his
head. “Nothing at all, Domme,” he said, “I appreciate the pleasure of
your posterior punishment, pussy and poke….” he paused, “I also wish you
and Richard Sharp every happiness next autumn….Mmmm,” he added as she
kissed him, too.
Then
she picked up her overnight bag, and strutted out of the
study…..Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww….fuck your fancy,” she heard as she
headed back towards the Level 2 landing. The caustic comment would cost
him at least a couple more whacks, if not more. They’d all be in
addition to anything he’d already paid for poking The Dragon Lady, with
her lovely and light 5’5” French frame….not to mention her certain
subtle je ne sais quois erotic allure. She headed down the empty
stone steps, which once again echoed in time with Terrence’s taps. At
the entrance hall, she started again into the long, dark cold corridors.
Perhaps, she reflected with sudden insight, it wasn’t surprising how
his delivery during morning assembly had so often dreadfully dull and
disinterested? Maybe, she mused, it was from having a hit and hurting
hiney?
Several
minutes later, she reached the Dorm wings entrance hall. She passed the
Curfew Monitor’s desk, empty at this hour, and headed up the first
flight of stone steps. Even these echoed from her high heels. At least
she was in no danger from hostiles, since her black tie and shoes would
protect her previous prefect’s privileges. Such scholars as she passed
gave her the briefest of glances….and a wide berth. Finally, she reached
the Level 5 landing, and headed into the first quadrant of the
quadrangle corridor. She stopped at the second door.
Dorm 6B
the Six Bi babes
She
smiled again at the additional icons, the symbol for British Rail. It
really was very appropriate….we go both ways, it said tactfully. She
strutted inside, and saw there were four floozies lying variously on
beds….including the dorm captain’s. It was so simple to be a Bi Babe sex
slut at St Sticks….simply out of the arms of one pretty partner, and
into the next. They all stood up politely the second they saw her,
“Hello, Verity….and everyone else,” she said warmly, setting down her
overnight bag. “Hello, Ma’am,” replied Very Nice, respectfully,
“it’s….well, very nice to have you here again.” She slipped off her
shoes, and took off her tie, and stacked them neatly onto the floor.
“This is a social call,” she said, “simply for some fun and frolics.
Although if you’ve some suitable salve handy, I’d appreciate it for a
hit and hurting hiney.”
Verity
Gneiss rummaged around in her bedside cabinet, and produced a tube.
“Lie down….Domme,” she said, as the others crowded round, “it’s obvious
someone’s been beating you badly….or rather, completely competently.”
Very good. “It was Terrence,” she confirmed, “and The Dragon Lady. If
your tush has never been taken to task by a knobbed Whangee weapon, this
is what….” how many hits had it been? “….fourteen strokes looks
like….ohh….ohh….ohh,” she moaned as her stripes were soothed. “Me next,
Ma’am,” muttered Phyllis Stein. “Ohh….ohh,” she repeated, “Philistine I
know, but who are the others? I hope you aren’t harbouring any
grievances for my period as prefect, but if so please feel free to slap
me around somewhat. As you can see, my seat’s somewhat sore, and not
suitable for spanking slippers at this second.” There were two sniggers.
“We’ve May Tenants on your left, Domme,” said the dorm captain, “who
tends to be high….well, Maintenance….” very droll, “….on your right it’s
Olivia Preston….alas, Pressed Olive….” she shook hands with them both
in formal fashion, “….should Annie and Paula show up, I’ll introduce you
to The Time Twins, and….now I’ve seen everything….” her voice trailed
off unexpectedly.
She
looked up, and saw them all staring open-mouthed towards the dorm door.
Her own eyes followed, and she saw the reason at once. Standing
silently were two sluts, presumably the Time Twins, on either side of
Richard Sharp. But the serious shock was how he too was adorned in lower
6th form apparel. “We were on our way back to dorm, Ma’am,”
said one, “when we accosted this sinful specimen hanging around outside The Six Arses Licked.
We accused him of being a voyeur, which he didn’t deny, so we decided
to take his punishment into our own hands….so to speak. Therefore, we
each knackered his nuts neatly into submission, and he’s signed our Stretch Slave Sheets….” they both licked their lips, and the other twin took over, “….when we demanded our dues, we discovered he was wearing NACCATAPE,
so we made him our balls bulb boy into the bargain. Then we asked him
what other deviances and depravity he’d intended. He confessed he’d been
on his way here. So we frogmarched him along, PDQ….” Pretty Damn Quick,
“….it was a second shock to see sodding Grizzle Guts’ fetching fanny
being fondled in such familiar fashion, but I know Ma’am did say she’s a
reformed character.”
They
walked up to bed A, and slowly she sat up, wincing once whilst her hit
hiney contacted the covers. “Well, my love….?” she demanded, giving them
the tip as to their new relationship, “….sit down next to me, and
confess your crimes?” He nodded. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he sat down, so
clearly he’d been caned. “As you know, dearest Domme,” he replied, “I’ve
never previously played In The Pink. But then I recalled you’d never
done so either, and how you seemed to have enjoyed the experience. So I
decided to throw caution to the wind, and see how you were getting on
with Verity and the other beautiful Bi Babes.” Flattery would get him
everywhere, she suspected? “So where did you get the uniform?” she
asked, “since I doubt very much you brought back your own to school from
last year?” He smiled, slightly guiltily. “I asked Horrible Harry
whether I could borrow his,” he said, “with the slight encouragement of
six strokes onto his beat sheet if he declined….” the bastard,
“….obviously, he has a spare set in dorm. I offered him the option of
going to breakfast in The Canteen whilst wearing his fagging uniform, or
simply starkers.”
There were six separate sniggers. “So what did he choose?” asked Maintenance. “It was his pink frilly Unisex Slave
apron and matching high heels,” he replied, “which he was wearing as a
macho male maid, with his balls outside. Sometimes, I think he has no
shame at all. After I’d dismissed both fags for the duration, I dressed
in his discarded clothes. I looked in the mirror, suddenly hating myself
for what I was doing, and wondering whether I could go through with it?
But somehow it seemed slightly pathetic not to do so, so after some
self-doubt, I slunk out of my study. I felt terribly vulnerable, knowing
my prefect’s privileges had been parked. Obviously any prefect could
order me to bare my bottom and bend over for a beating. I crept
downstairs, getting several signs of encouragement from my prefect peers
along the way. ‘It looks good on you, Richard,’ The Green Goddess told
me on the Level 1 landing, ‘let me know if you’d like to be a bad boy,
and play with my pussy one evening.’ Which is certainly something she’s
never said to me before. So I continued to slink unwillingly along the
corridors towards the Medical wing. Would you all like to hear about
what happened with Nurse Crusher?” There were seven nods.
Kristina Russia
Examination room
Sex Thrashings Taken On Trust 8am until 10am
enter and stand in line to wait your turn
quiet conversation is permitted
I
pushed open the door, and discovered I was the third. Inevitably, a
starkers sodding Shagger was second….” oops, “….the very person I really
hadn’t wanted to see me playing like this. In pole position it was a
naked Owen Beehive….” worse, “….with Poke Her lying on her fully
upholstered black leather examination table. He requested Six For
Sex….for the sin of screwing FemDom….” who? “….also once known as Agent
99. She’s Barbara Feldon, one of The Babes In Blue, who shares her name
with the ancient Actress. Surely you should remember her 1960’s
hairstyle, strikingly severe black fringe….?” she nodded, as now she did
recall her devastatingly pretty mouth, “….anyway, she hit him hard.”
She wrote down the details in her so-called Black Book, which it appears
she uses for all canings Taken On Trust. Then it was Owen’s turn, and
he took Hercules’ place.”
“You’re
a new customer, bad boy,” she said, “so remind me who you are, and who
you’ve been doing, and how much they want for the privilege of a poke?”
He smiled, slightly smugly it seemed. “I’m Owen Beehive, Ma’am,” he
replied, “and I haven’t exactly been behaving myself….” yes, yes,
“….although in all humility, I have to say I was screwed late last night
in my own study bed by a scheming succubus….”
Richard Sharp stared at her, in accusatory fashion. “I think you may already know something about this?” he said mildly.
“….I’m
delighted to say it was a previous prefect, Ma’am,” he continued, “one
Dominetta Grizelda Gutteridge, with whom I’ve Leched Longingly Like A
Loser for years. I informed her yesterday of my feelings towards her
during Farmyard Fun and Frolics.
It was amazingly charitable of her to take pity on me, since I know she
shuns subbies. Anyway, I need twelve….six for Stroking Shafts and the
same again for Perusal of porn, Ma’am,” She smiled. “With one more for
the Leching,” she said, “making a Beastly Bakers’ beating.”
“So
she administered the agonies onto an aching arse,” he said, and he duly
departed, with sodding Shagger stepping up to the bench….or into the
breach.”
“Hello,
Shagger,” she said warmly, “it’s been too long….well, not the seven
inches, naturally enough. So why couldn’t your sodding senior fag dish
the discipline this morning….although I’m not complaining?” He smiled
sweetly. “I enjoyed a Bi-some threesome this morning, Ma’am,” he
replied, “and did my dearest Domme, and Nasty Girl….”
There were several gasps at this revelation, and a second scowl from Richard Sharp.
“….I’d
already had my hiney hit hard before Dominetta arrived. Anyway, she
ceded her dozen due to Stacy. She decided to dish half my dozen due, and
then send me over to you, just to be difficult….so it’s six of your
very best please, Ma’am.”
“So I watched his whacks, with no special Schadenfreude….” the Enjoyment Of Another’s misfortune, “….since I knew I was next.” He offered me his hand when he arose. ‘Congratulations,
Richard,’ he said, sincerely, ‘I hope you’ll be happy together.’ Then
it WAS my turn, so I took my place with a bared bottom….by which time
there were another four candidates for her cane.
“Please,
Ma’am,” he said respectfully, “I too have just screwed the same
slut….scheming succubus it seems she is. It’s my dearest Domme’s dozen
due….ohh,” he added as she stroked his seat with the stick, “With one
more whack for such a shocking slur towards such an innocent young
Lady,” she said primly, “even if it IS totally true.”
“So
I was swished soundly,” he said, “with an appreciative audience, who
gave me a round of applause. Then I wandered over to the Dorm wings with
the classic canees’ gait of guilt….” Look At Me, I’ve Just Been Caned,
“….hoping I wouldn’t meet anyone bearing a grudge? Unfortunately, I met
Roald Gould in the entrance hall….and I’d caned him comprehensively only
yesterday. ‘So it’s sodding Sharp,” he snarled, “and playing as a pupil
In The Pink….something I’ve never seen before. You know, I might even
try my luck, and knacker your nuts.’ He had a good go at getting my
gonads, however it was a fair fight, and we both ended up with busted
balls. After several minutes of roughhousing, a teacher turned up. It
was Angular Angela, whose first term this is, who asked us what we were
doing….although it was the ministry of the bleedin’ obvious. She’s a
seemingly strict specimen, with her hair tied backwards in a bun, and
modelled on the mythical Miss Agatha Trunchbull….you know, from the mainstream movie Matilda….?”
she nodded, “….anyway, she suggested we both….well, form the angle….”
what wit? “….and afterwards, she asked for our details.”
“Please,
Ma’am,” said Rolled Gold, “it’s Gould, Roald, of dorm 6N.” She wrote
this down onto her beat sheet. “Please, Ma’am,” he said, “I’m Sharp,
Richard, of dorm 6W….Year LXXXVIII.” Angel Angle smiled sweetly. “So
we’ve a prefect playing In The Pink,” she said, “I like those, since it
suggests a degree of humility. Perhaps you’d care to step across to my
study one evening when your A-Levels are out of the way, and we can get
to know each other a bit better?” She winked once, replaced the cane
into her belt, and wiggled away. “Fuck,” said Rolled Gould bitterly,
“this is EXACTLY the sort of thing which happens all the time to sodding
Shagger, and it’s INCREDIBLY annoying….” he paused, “….I have to hand
in some Lines right now, so you’re safe for the moment. However, when I
get back, I shall tell all my dorm mates, and we’ll all be out looking
for you….wherever you are in the wing.”
“For
the very first time,” he said slowly, “I begin to understand how it
works for him with the lovely Ladies….” he paused, “….did you take
Terrence’s tool too….? she nodded, “….it was four fucks from the
fellas,” she confirmed, “plus two pokes from pretty partners with
strap-ons.” Verity Gneiss patted his knee. “I wouldn’t worry about
reprisals from The Six Nasties,”
she said, “since we’ll escort you back to your study when you’re
finished here. They’re incredible cowards, and anyway they’re no match
for us, since we simply go for the gonads….the same as all other sluts
when fighting fellas.” Which was fair comment. “So what were you doing
outside The Six Arses Licked, Richard?” she asked, and there was a prolonged silence.
“If
you must know, Domme,” he replied, heavily, “I was actually considering
the idea of whether at some stage I might actually volunteer for anal
attention. I know I’ve always been an obvious oralophobe, and associated
analophobe, but I’m….well, cumming to the conclusion Cunt Casanovas
can’t be wrong. Also, each adorable arse is adjacent to a perfectly
pokeable pussy….” SLAPP “….oww,” he gasped. “Such a RUDE boy,” she said,
“but sound thinking, albeit a year too late to make the best of it.
Still, I’m hardly one to talk….”she paused, “….would you like to take
him away, Mesdemoiselles, and do what you will….although I’d ask
you don’t bugger him about….” which was what happened routinely in dorm
6L “….I suggest you strip him starkers, and then it should be some sound
spanking over your knees to settle some scores. Afterwards, he’ll
hopefully he happy to take his tongue to your twats. Meantime, I’d like
to spend some quality time together with Ma’am.”
They
all stood up, and Richard Sharp was escorted down the dorm by five Bi
Babes. “Ohh,” he gasped as he was progressively undressed. “It’s not a
Victim night,” she called out to him, “so you needn’t worry about
defenestration.” Then she turned her attention to Very Nice, who was
somehow stroking her stripes. “One day,” she said, “I’d like to try a
Malacca model. Do you think Terrence might oblige, the next time I
Explain myself?” She nodded. “I daresay….” she replied, as sounds of
spanking started to echo along the room. She did her best to ignore
them, “….but I’ll give you one tip. Watch out for his sodding champagne
breakfasts next year, when you’re a prefect. They’re all fine and dandy,
but the bastard may try to get you dead drunk. It’s not in order to
have his wicked way, although he’s a Womanizer of the worst kind….but
simply to see what sordid secrets he can unearth inside your psyche.
Incidentally, his Flat is covered by cameras, and an automatic AV record
made of the proceedings. It’s simply a set up to protect him against
allegations of impropriety, and prove coitus was completely consensual.”
The
younger girl sat down on the bed. “Did you happen to have any indecent
ideas you’d care to consider?” she asked, “since there seem to be a
little Lesbian leaning….more than previously?” She nodded. “I’ve played
with both Nasty Girl and The Dragon Lady this morning, Verity,” she
said, “and I honestly wasn’t aware of their feelings for floozies. It
was certainly good practice having my own pussy poked, but now I reckon
I’m ready to do the more Dominant deed….if you’re alright with a
suitable strap-on?” The younger girl promptly extracted a slightly
spiked specimen from the second drawer down. It would be there, since
dearest David had always said this was the one where the sinful stuff
was stored.
“Lady
Joyce D’Aragon provided a punishment penis,” she said, as she strapped
it around her waist, “but then, it WAS supposed to be one. However, I’ve
always imagined Dick Dastardly to have a fairly dastardly dick….he’s
the character who so often appears in my dreamland. I daresay it’s no
worse than Shagger’s nocturnal flights of fantasy with the Knackerobot,
Special Agent Dave Granger….” who was always in grave danger, “….and
also Panty Pervert Pete.” Verity Gneiss smiled. “It must be hell inside
his head,” she opined. “Apparently so,” she agreed amiably, “since on at
least a couple of occasions he’s dreamed about dying, and ended up in
some sort of shadowy St Sticks, one full of sulphurous smoke….well, you
get the idea. Anyway, this morning will all be about YOUR pleasure, and
you needn’t worry about me. As Richard found out, I’ve fucked four
fellas fondly….and cummed competently each time, too. It’s incredibly
ironic how I insisted to myself for so long about not being a sex
slut….” let alone a pussy pain one, which it appeared they both were?
“….I was finally set straight on my session at Stern Hall.
It’s something all the pretty prefects enjoy once during the year, when
you’re screwed senseless with Wodin Thring’s electromechanical fucking
machine….” Verity Gneiss shivered, clearly well away on Planet Poke,
“….now, how would you like it?”
The
younger girl knelt on the bed. “Do me doggy style first,” she said, “to
put me in my place. Afterwards, I’d like it luvvy-duvvy.” Fair enough.
“Get your adorable arse in the air,” she growled, “I want you in the
Position For Penance.” Which was one well-worthy of worship.
“UHHH….AHHH,” she gasped as her pussy was penetrated,
“UHHH….AHHH….FUCK….” precisely the point, “….UHHH….AHHH,” she continued
as she was humped hard, “UHHH….AHHH…..OMG, I’m
cumming….MA’AM….yes….YESS….” She waited whilst Very Nice enjoyed what
was clearly a very nice orgasm, “AHHH,” she added as the phallus was
withdrawn. “Sort yourself out a pillow under your posterior,” she said,
“since a raised rear assists with poking the pussy….or so the studs
always say.”
She
rummaged around in her overnight bag again, extracting an Officer’s
crop. “I’ll just take this down to your dorm mates,” she said. “You
could consider it on my croppable cunt first, Ma’am,” murmured Verity
Gneiss, now lying with her legs spread wide….THWAPP “….UGHHH….” THWAPP
“….UGHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH….yes….YESS,” she gasped, as she shrugged,
and padded down the room. Richard Sharp was lying in the Wheelbarrow
Position across May Tenant’s lap, clearly engaged in a….well,
Maintenance spanking. “He caned me in The Quiet Canteen last week,” she
explained, “simply because I sneezed. Since I was doing a Detention
later on, I was wearing my Short Shirt. The bastard gave me an erection
inspection, and added another three strokes for naughty nipples.”
She
nodded, knowingly. “Here’s my crop,” she said, “Richard’s rear is
rather raw, and you can still see some stripes from our romantic date at
The Stern Maiden
yesterday evening. He kindly provided the wherewithal for Coffee With
Whipped Cream….” there were several gasps, “….it’s also good for
gonads….and fellas’ faces too, when they’re feeling frisky. It may be
quite short, but it still packs a punch.” He stared up at her,
helplessly. “Damn you, dearest Domme,” he whispered, “although I daresay
I do deserve the discipline.” As she padded back to bed A and Verity
Gneiss, she decided he definitely did.
“Where
were we?” she asked, and in answer the younger girl spread her labial
lips. “Screw me soundly,” she said, “show me you care.” Always happy to
help hump, she agreed. Wasn’t this something else the studs were always
saying? Then she mounted the bed, prior to doing the same for her slut.
“UHHH….AHHH….” she moaned as she lay down on top of her pretty partner,
“….Mmmm,” she added as she kissed her hard, and several hundred
celestial cymbals suddenly sounded. They continued to kiss, their
tongues explored each other’s mouths, and neither seemed to be in any
hurry to part.
Finally,
they separated, and she glanced up at the wall clock. Heavens, they’d
been together for nearly ten minutes, and she’d never noticed. Tempus Fugit,
or Time Flies….but normally only when one was having fun. “Now I’ll
give you something to remember me by,” she said, starting to hump her
again. “UHHH….AHHH….UHHH….AHHH….UHHH….AHHH….UHHH….AHHH,” she moaned,
“yes MA’AM, it’ll definitely do
so….UHHH….AHHH….yes….YESS….YESS….again….huhh….I want it
again….huhh….only punish my pussy harder….huhh….I should suffer a sore
slit to show me the error of my ways.” Something with which she could
really relate, so she resumed her work with a will.
A
quarter of an hour later, she’d counted six successive cums, each one
more intense than previously. “UHHH….no more, Ma’am,” she moaned, “is it
like this at Stern Hall?”
She nodded. “You can be fucked to faint,” she agreed amiably, “and then
you wake up the following morning in a prison cell. You’re not normally
incarcerated….unless like The Six Jailbirds
you want to be so.” The younger girl smiled. “I’d enjoy it,” she
confirmed, “so I’ll ask The Professor for the facility. I daresay I’d
have done well in one of the CP dorms, but one can’t have everything.”
Of which dorm 6J was one such, whose occupants craved caning at all
costs. “AHHH,” she gasped as the strap-on dildo was withdrawn, and she
sat down on the bed. “Perhaps you could consider a session with Richard
one evening?” she asked, “since he’s said he fancies you.”
Fairly
furiously, by his own account. “I’ve never been especially interested
in the idea, Domme,” she replied, “no offence, obviously. As a Dominant
dolt, he’d definitely dish it, and with me as a sweet subbie seeking
swishing, so much is sound. But by all accounts he’s a macho male
Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am man. I want much more than a flogging, a Quicke
Fuckie….and then out on my ear.” Which was understandable. “I think
you’ll find he’s now a changed character, Verity,” she replied, “with
what amounts to a minor Mental Makeover….” the younger girl nodded,
“….and although I wouldn’t wish to put on you in any way, we were
discussing whether you might graciously consider the idea of a ménage-à-trois
with us in Aberdeen? It would be in a year’s time, after you’ve sat
your own A-Levels. It would only be for a single semester, since by then
I’d be looking towards my finals.”
There
was a short silence. “Wow,” she said, “I didn’t think anyone could say
anything to surprise me, but you’ve achieved it effortlessly. I’ve never
considered the idea of a regularized Bi-some threesome before, but it
does offer possibilities….” she shrugged, “….so I’ll give him a go. I’ll
see what I think of his poking performance, and revised attitude
towards Tarts. I admit I haven’t been concentrating on how he’s been
doing with my dorm mates, but judging by all the many moans and groans,
you may well be right. I’ll write to you with my findings….do you have a
forwarding address?” She nodded. “The Department of History, at
Aberdeen University should find me easily enough….” she replied, as she
rummaged around in her overnight bag, and put her white blouse,
“….anyway, I should get going. Could you kindly retrieve my Officer’s
crop….or would you like it as a gift, for future use?” The younger girl
licked her lips, “I’ll keep it as a memento of this meeting….Ma’am,” she
replied, as she replaced her black tie from the floor.
“No
knickers,” she said, “especially with my beaten bottom….and a bra are
both things I can manage well without….” she winked once, “….apart from
particularly pointy ones for erotic effect….” she extracted her jacket,
and put it on, “….so much will do for now, since I’ve every intention of
Driving Dubiously Dressed. As you see, it’s basically bare below the
belt.” Verity Gneiss nodded, with obvious approval. “I’d like to do so
sometime, Ma’am,” she said, “although I can also see myself in the
altogether.” Evidently also another exhibitionist. “Let’s have a hug,”
she said, “I’ll leave you to say goodbye on my behalf to the others,
since they seem to be a bit busy.” This was evident, since Rick The
Prick was kneeling at the feet of a nude Time Twin with his wrists
bound, pleasing pussy. The other one was actively engaged in cropping
his bare back. “Richard rather reminds me of the classic scene from the
ancient movie Mr and Mrs Smith,” she mused, “with dear old
Angelina Jolie playing an executioner, masquerading as a Dominatrix.
She’d told her victim he was a bad boy, cropped his back….and then
cricked his neck.”
What
a way to go….and a serious sort of Snuff Stuff. “Mmmm,” she moaned as
Verity Gneiss kissed her hard, as they held each other’s hit hineys.
“You are a very nice girl,” she said huskily, as soon as they’d
separated, “and I like you a lot.” Her eyes were shining. “It’s mutual,
Ma’am,” she replied, “although I never thought I’d fall for someone so
old….oops, I’m sorry….” SMACKK “….Oww….” she added. “It’s all right,”
she said soothingly, “I feel the same way about Rick, and whether I’m
cradle-snatching?” She let her loose, and picked up her overnight bag. “Au revoir,” she said, “I hope to hear from you.”
Verity
Gneiss mouthed her another kiss, and she strutted away….THWAPP
“….Ahhh….” THWAPP “….Ahhh,” she heard from the distant end of the dorm
as Richard received more rewards. Whether it was for bad behaviour on
present performance, or perhaps in the past wasn’t possible to
determine. Either way around, it would still sting. She opened the
door….and discovered Roald Gould standing outside. “Eavesdropping is
evil, bad boy,” she said sternly, “so step inside and confess your
crimes. If you’re unlucky, it’ll be dorm dildos delivered up the derrière, the same as in The Six Lezzies….”
he shivered, so presumably he’d already experienced the event at some
point in the past? “….and be beaten about badly, since I’ve left them my
Officer’s crop….” she shrugged, “….you’re also onto a loser with the
love of my life. After he’s finished here, The Six Bi Babes
will all be riding shotgun with him back to the Prefects’ Study wing….”
his face fell, and she paused after this homily, “….have a nice day.”
Rolled Gold glared at her. “Yes, Ma’am,” he said sullenly, as he stepped
inside. Then she headed back to the Level 5 landing, and started down
the empty echoing stone steps.
Several
minutes later, she reached the Staff car park again, and with it her
hire car. It was where she’d left it improperly parked, but then again
she’d paid her penance with posterior pain. She opened the driver’s
door, and put her overnight bag onto the passenger seat. “Ahhh,”
she gasped as she sat down, and The Headmaster’s hits reminded her of a
raw rear all over again. A really choice caning, there was no getting
away from it for the rest of the day. Though obviously at St Sticks,
there’d long since have been further floggings to follow. She started
the engine, and drove slowly around the buildings. Then she accelerated
away along the straight half mile long carriage drive….60mph should
suffice.
She
braked before the wrought-iron arches of the main entrance gates, and
turned onto the B1469 public highway. Fenchurch Castle had seemed an odd
choice for a History symposium, but on reflection there was some sense
in it. It was certainly situated in Fen country, in the middle of
nowhere. Worse, it was without any dedicated public transport links,
hence her hire car. Although the organizers HAD laid on a special bus
from the London colleges….big deal. Yes, Virginia, there WAS life
outside the capital. From AberdeeN it
had been a fair undertaking for her to attend. Still, it was probably
all well worth the effort in the furtherance of her first year’s honours
project, with all manner of cultural references to Boadicea.
Apparently there was a little-known Roman road which ran to London, giving rise to FenchurcH StreeT
railway station. But as for the Queen of all the Britons, she’d been
flogged by the Romans. Given her description, it had probably been a
Put-You-In-Your-Place punishment to take down a wanton wicked Witch, and
simply show who was Superior? At PeterborougH, she’d drop off the car at Rex Rentals,
and then take the train back to University. The long journey would
enable her to sift through all her Notes and all the information
supplied during the several seminars from the Friday afternoon. Anyway,
it had been a fun-filled weekend at The Styx. She’d never expected to
end up with Richard Sharp’s hand, at no extra charge.
Her
attention turned to Missus, who’d soon be losing a one-day-a-week
husband. Although she’d still have dearest David….always assuming he did
well enough in his A-Levels to take his place at the University of
Lancashire? It would similarly be so for her Very Nice girlfriend,
however Brenda Smith’s loss might one day be her gain? Anyway, why
shouldn’t she too manage a ménage? Terrence had once suggested
the traditional type, with both bad boys bonking the beautiful Bird in
bed. However, the Bi-some kind would work as well, linked with Lesbian
leanings.
To be continued……
