Seconds later it seemed, she awoke and groggily stared at his wall clock. Heavens, it was 7.07am and she’d seriously overslept. A sudden snore next to her said it had made no difference, since he was still well away. However, she should now be welcome by both dearest David and his pretty partner, so she arose and put on her high heels again. She switched off the light, and strutted out of his study, leaving the door open again. Quickly, she continued along the gloomy corridor, almost to its very end, and more memories reached her brain. The last time she’d visited, she’d recalled study 24 as having once been Grim Jim’s?
David Shagton
Quis illum sceleratum fuisse putavisset
Who Would Have Thought He Was A Rascal, the same as so many other Cunt Casanovas, including Raymond Lee. She knocked, her heart thumping. “Entarrr,” called out a melodious voice. It was one which she recognized, since it had also dished the Detention she’d just done the previous day. A tingle travelled down her torso, before terminating in her twat.
She opened the door and strutted inside to find The Gestapo Girl standing by the bed, seemingly stern. She wore a tight white blouse and black tie, black-buttoned leather jacket with armband, leather belt, black leather tight miniskirt, and a suspender belt with seamed stockings. She could really relate to the knee-length black leather boots with high heels, since they were straight up her street. Dearest David was stretched out starkers, and shackled. It was in an identical fashion to the one with which she’d recently screwed Owen Beehive, and he too wore Naccatape. Uh..huh….since she could see His Box Of Tricks open on the floor.
Obviously she’d been enjoying a time of terrible testicular torments….and judging by the state of his straining shaft, the matter was mutual. “Good morning, Domme,” he said….SLAPP “….Oww,” he added at a sudden slap. “Speak when you’re spoken to, Shagger,” she said in plain English, and thus not role-playing some sort of Slavic slant….or indeed genuine German. “Good morning, Ma’am….and David,” she said, curtseying politely, “I’m sorry to be somewhat later than I’d liked, but hopefully better late than never?” Anyone wearing the Gestapo Girl getup was worthy of a salutation, and Anastasia Girling smiled widely.
“Welcome, Domme,” she said, “we hadn’t quite given you up for lost….although time’s beginning to get a bit tight….” she gave an evil grin, “….rather like his torment….” ha bloody ha, “….we screwed at six, after which I took his testicles to the torture. I’ve been gung-ho on his gonads for almost an hour to get him going again….” with some singular success, it seemed, “….aren’t there so many wonderful ways with which to produce pain? Surely such man meat was made for Mistresses and Madams to manage.…?” presumably rhetorical questions? “….remind me which of the two dozen different deviant disciplinary devices we’ve enjoyed, Shagger?”
He too gave a wan smile. “Please, Ma’am,” he replied, I’ve suffered substantially with the Organ Grinder, Gonad Gripper, Gonads Glasses, Scrotum stretchers, Scrotum Shears and Scrotum Scissors. You told me I’d take the Testicle twister next, followed by the Fuck Fork, and possibly the Plum Line? Ouch….so fun for all the family? “Isn’t he SUCH a Cocky Little Blighter, Domme?” she asked, “I’ve done my damnedest to take him down and him properly in his place. Alas, as you can hear, with a conspicuous lack of success….overblown windbag which he is.”
She nodded. “Terrence once told me you two have a hate-hate relationship together….” as opposed to theirs, which was only love-hate, “….but as you know, Grizzle Guts tried terribly hard too, over what was almost a week….which still didn’t work.” The teacher rummaged around in the box, and produced a shiny steel metal contraction. “Ohhh….” he gasped as it sat squarely around the base of the balls, next to the NACCATAPE, “….AHHH….AHHH,” he added as it was rotated around two right-angles. “Next the Fuck Fork,” she hissed as she extracted it, and held it high. All the best torturers did so, enabling their victims to see their fate first before feeling it. “NO….MERCY,” he shouted, once again with some subaudition, “No mercy indeed,” she confirmed, with the usual wilful misunderstanding, “….AYEEEEE….EEEE….FUCK….FUCK,” he added in confirmation of its name, as the prongs progressively pricked the sensitive spots between both balls.
Several more merciless minutes later, he was shivering against the shackles, and his shaft was similarly straining. “Some rope cord through the ceiling pulley above his bed,” mused the teacher, as she made it so, “and we’re ready for the Plum Line….8oz ought to be enough for now.” She selected the heavy lead weight as she spoke. It was all very witty, and a clever take on plumb lines. As she remembered from her O-Level Chemistry, the metal itself had originally been known as Plumbium, hence its symbol Pb in the periodic table. “Ahhh….” he gasped as she attached it to the Testicle twister, “….AYEEEEE….HEEE….HEEE,” he shouted as she set it swinging, with subsequent scrotum stretching and suffering.
“During our Sunday Special the last time I was here,” she said, “I showed my submission to you with a dildo head-harness. Perhaps this time round, you might do me with a suitable strap-on? I’d be honoured to take your tool….with dearest David watching us at work. I expect he’d enjoy a little lovely Lezzie action?” The teacher nodded, “I’d be delighted to do so, Domme,” she confirmed, “I admit to dirty designs on you the very first time we met at The Swimming Pool. It must have been the Wet Look which did it….” a further form of fetish, “….since I only have light Lesbian leanings. If you’d like to bend down across Shagger’s study table, so the cuckold can see us clearly?”
She strutted away towards his back wall, as ever completely covered by punishment paraphernalia. “AYEEEEE….damn you, Domme,” he gasped as she set the weight swinging again, and wiggled her waist whilst walking to the centre of the study. Then she bent over, with her legs spread wide. OMG….as the teacher returned, duly decked out with a double dildo. The second smaller one was evidently intended for anal activity. “This should certainly show you who’s Superior,” she said with a smile, “a nice arse indeed….” SMACKK “….Oww,” she gasped at a sudden smack on her seat, “….are you intending to report to Terrence today….?” she nodded, mutely, “….he’s still looking forward fervently to flogging your fanny….” clearly, she knew all about the note he’d left on her windshield the previous day, “….since you didn’t manage yesterday evening. He’s entertaining The Dragon Lady this morning, and hopes you’ll join them anytime after eight o’clock for a champagne breakfast. However she’s a bit of a Bi Babe too….” she hadn’t known, despite all her long years at The Styx, “….so I’m sure you’ll find some fucking fun, either with him or her….or both….” clearly, she wasn’t at all fazed by her fiancé’s deviances or dalliances….but then, she was doing the same.
Obviously, it would be a VERY open-marriage, “….anyway, here it….well, cums.” She gritted her teeth, whilst awaiting the two tools. “UHHH..AHHH,” she gasped as her pussy and posterior were penetrated. “Screw the sodding slut, Stacy….” he said loudly, “….she deserves a dick delivered up her delightful derrière, and what’s more….” the teacher interrupted his tirade, “Shut up, Shagger,” she said sternly, “or you’ll get one up your adorable arse next.” Instantly, he fell silent….but then he wasn’t especially into anal activity. “UHHHH..AHHH….UHHHH..AHHH….UHHHH..AHHH….” she moaned, “MA’AM….I’m cumming….yes….YESS….YESS….AHHH,” she added as both dildos were withdrawn.
“Excellent,” said Anastasia Girling, “I think you’re both ready for each other. If you’d like to screw him sitting in the Superior style, you can both meet my martinet.” Oo..er, yes MA’AM, as she stood up. Then, holding her tantalizing tits, she padded back towards them. It was in order to give her the tip as to where she wanted to have the hits. “I know I did you yesterday, David,” she said as she shimmied up onto the bed, “but one can’t have too much of a good thing.” He smiled, “I love you too, dearest Domme,” he said sincerely, even as her heart fluttered.
At least sluts need feel no guilt, which was fortunate since she’d now left the love of her life twice in order to fuck a further fella. It might make three, if The Headmaster were so inclined. “UHHH….” she moaned as his fine phallus started to slither inside her slit, “….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped as the cord stretched his scrotum, “….OOOH,” she added as it snaked up her anus….THWACKK “….Ahhh….” THWACKK “….Ahhh,” she gasped as seven strands of sheer suffering suddenly struck both boobs….THWACKK “….Ahhh….” THWACKK “….Ahhh,” he repeated as he took the taps to his torso.
“More, Ma’am,” she muttered, “hit my hiney hard, since sluts should suffer for their sins….THWACKKK “….AHHH….” THWACKKK “….AHHH,” she gasped as the thick black rubber tails were applied to her arse. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned, “seven inches of circumcised sin….” one more than Rick’s prick, but who was counting? “….cum my cunt….UHHH….my dearest David….UHHH….YESS….YESS.” THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH….thank you so much, MA’AM.” Typically for a Cunt Casanova, he’d endeavoured to ensure she came first. Many macho mere males, especially Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am, men would simply spunk themselves silly without any regard to their pretty partner’s naughty needs.
She was sure Richard Sharp had once fallen into both these categories. However, she reckoned his relationship with Brenda Smith over the past year would have resolved these issues to Missus’….well, sinful satisfaction. “Now it’s your turn, dearest David,” she said huskily, “spunk me soundly….and please don’t spare the horses, Ma’am.” THWACKK “….Ahhh….” THWACKK “….Ahhh….UHHH….” she moaned as she resumed her humping. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” he echoed, “I’m falling over the edge….” THWACKK “….AHHH….UHHH….yes….YESS.”
For the second time in the space of a few hours, she could feel her fancy filled, with maybe another tool to cum? When the room had stopped spinning, she slowly lifted herself off his softening shaft. She glanced up at the clock, and saw it was now 7.42am. “Could I leave you to dish his discipline, Ma’am?” she asked as she jack-knifed off the bed, “it’s a dozen due. Really I should get back to Richard.” The teacher smiled, and handed her a tissue. “I’d be delighted, Domme,” she said, “unless he’d like to leave it until later….bearing in mind he’s recently received one Caning For Cunt?” He shrugged. “I know how much you enjoy beating my bare bottom, Stacy,” he said, “so I wouldn’t wish to deprive you of your disciplinary desires.”
She sniffed. “One more whack for such shocking Sarcasm, Shagger,” she said, “you have NO idea how much I loathe you….” QED, again, “….it’ll be a Beastly Baker’s beating. I hope you’re at least going to ask me to stay for breakfast….” nothing like inviting yourself, “….and if so, you can sodding well provide naked Waiter service.” He smiled. “I’d be delighted to do so, Ma’am,” he replied, “since it means I can stay standing….most satisfactory with such a sore seat.”
Now her face was almost a mottled red. “You absolutely unforgivably arrogant BASTARD,” she shouted, “disappear, Domme….since you should certainly screw Rick The Prick before his fags arrive. As for sodding Shagger, I’ll have him turn over, and then double the lead weight whilst dishing his discipline. Seven seriously slow spunked out Sex Thrashing strokes with a soundly stretched scrotum should show him who’s Superior. Then I shall send him down to Kristina for the subsequent six, simply out of spite.” Ouch….as she retreated to the study door, dropping a seriously soiled tissue into the wastepaper basket along the way. When captured, don’t let them give you to the lovely Ladies. She opened the door, and turned back towards him.
“Was this Grim Jim’s study in Year LXXXVIII, David?” she asked. “Indeed so, Domme,” he replied, “and he left me a nice note of welcome….to the worst one in the wing.” She smiled and stepped out into the gloomy corridor. “AYEEEEE….MERCY MA’AM, I BEG YOU….AYEEEEE,” she heard as she strutted back along the gloomy corridor, so clearly he’d had his second 8oz weight applied….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWWW….AYEEEEE….” she heard his voice. As she retraced her steps again, she tried to recall James Grimm’s Latin logo? Yes….it had been Horresco referens, or I Shudder As I Tell The Story. It was very apt, since some of the Brothers’ so-called fairytales were in fact pretty….well, grim.
Dearest David’s discipline seemed to have ceased, so it seemed Nasty Girl was going to make him wait for the whacks. It was sheer studied sadism, of which she herself was an expert. Normally, it was only promulgated on the penultimate stroke, to mire the culpable canee in much mental misery. The arse was already in absolute agony, yet the caning wasn’t quite concluded. Evidently though, Anastasia Girling was going to make him suffer similarly after each stroke….and all during terrible testicular torment, too.
Then she reached study 13 again, and stepped inside to find Richard Sharp still sound asleep. She may as well awaken him, so she strutted across to the bed. “Hello, handsome,” she said seductively, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Uhhh….I love you, Domme,” he muttered. A statement which was good news, since he could have been lusting after almost any lovely Lady. “Are you ready for your reward, Richard?” she asked, “since we’ve just time for some sex before your fags arrive. He smiled widely, and threw off the bedclothes. “Try me,” he said, “even though my back still hurts horribly.”
Then he stood up, slightly shakily. “You can make me in the Missionary position, my love,” she said, “as befits a Dominant dolt. Afterwards, I shall love you and leave you since I have to report to Terrence’s Flat. It’s the minor matter of unauthorized parking, and he’s promised to provide me with breakfast….followed by a flogging. So as regards your Sex Thrashing, you can either Take It On Trust from Kristina Russia, or have Harry Herbert Orwell apply it. Either way, it’s a dozen due.”
He gave a grimace. “It was horrendously humiliating to have Horrible Harry hit my hiney a couple of days ago,” he replied, “and an experience I’d rather not repeat. But where will you be heading, after your beating by the beak?” She smiled. “I’ll be going down to dorm 6B,” she said, “hopefully for some fun and frolics with as many of The Six Bi Babes are about.” He nodded. “We haven’t much time for fun foreplay, dearest Domme,” he said, “which I know is mostly my fault for sleeping in so late. Would you mind this once if we cut straight to the chase, and screw?” Good of him to ask, at least. “It’s fine, Richard….” she replied disarmingly, not wanting to divulge her dirty dalliances to him just yet, “….would you like me nude….or as I am?”
She ran her tongue along her teeth. “Ohh….” he moaned, his penis pulsing at the provocation, “….as you are will work well. I’ve a fascination with fucking floozies in high heels….” him and many more millions of mere males, “….it amounts to taking down stuck-up Superior so-and-so super-bitches….” SLAPP “….Oww….” SLAPP “….Oww….of which you used to be one….” maybe she’d been a mite hasty in slapping him about? “….although somehow I don’t mind being slapped soundly by you.” Nice to know.
She lay down on the bed, and spread her legs invitingly. “Cum inside me,” she implored as he knelt between her thighs, and then lay down, “Mmmm,” she moaned as he kissed her hard, and several hundred celestial cymbals sounded. “Wow,” he said as soon as they separated, so he’d felt the frisson as well. “This is where I put you properly in your place,” he said softly as his straining shaft stroked her slit. “Oh, Richard,” she breathed, “you’re so Masterful.” Somehow, she felt good about letting him loose on her labial lips. So sexual submission did have possibilities, something Grizzle Guts had never learned. After all, she’d always humped Sileas Crabbe in the Superior style.
But then why did she have so many dreams about humiliation, public punishment, and being done by Dick Dastardly? Possibly his nasty namesake, her punishment penis, was simply a straw in the wind, and another sign of her small submissive side asserting itself….despite the obvious oxymoron. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as she felt his fancy fuck her. “I’m sorry to say….Uhhh….it’s only a sound six inch shaft….Uhhh….Domme,” he whispered, “as opposed to seven from….Uhhh….sodding Shagger.” Clearly, he’d a complex about dearest David’s spectacular sexual successes….after a seriously shaky start. He’d been a basket case upon arrival at The Styx, and now look at him? “It’s fine….UHHH….Richard,” she replied, “it’s….UHHH….quality not quantity….UHHH….which counts.”
Complete cobblers in one way, but with an amount of truth in it, even so. She recalled William Shanks once wavering an eight inch erection around, and expecting pussy to be impressed at his prowess. It was how one went about achieving one’s objective with what nature endowed which made the difference. So often Dominant dolts had little finesse in fucking. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he humped her hard, “OMG….Richard, I’m cumming….” so he’d learned a lot at Missus’ hands, since he appeared in no hurry to spurt, “….UHHH….UHHH….yes….YESS….YESS.” He smiled widely, and stroked her forehead. “NOW it’s really reward time,” he whispered, “since I’ve been humbled….Uhhh….humiliated….Uhhh….stripped….Uhhh….stripped….Uhhh….striped and sucked….Uhhh….for the privilege of….uhhh….poking my lovely Lady’s perfect pussy….Uhhh….Incidentally….Uhhh….I do hope you enjoyed your….uhhh….Coffee With Whipped Cream?”
She licked her lips. “It was delicious,” she confirmed, “and a measure of your true love for me. So now you can put some cream into my cute cunt.” He nodded. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” he gasped, going for broke and humping her hard, “spunk you, MA’AM.” She shivered, even as the room continued revolving. “OOH….spunk my slutty slit, SIR,” she shouted, “show me who’s Superior….Uhhh….SIR.” It was obvious the end was imminent, and sure enough he froze in the fuck. “UHHH….YESS….YESS,” he gasped, “YESS….YESS….YESS….YESS….YESS….” despite his spunked out status the previous evening, he’d clearly no shortage of the wherewithal, “….I’d always heard….huhh….how the earth moved with an especially successful screw with the right pretty partner….huhh….and they were right….” SMACKK “…Oww,” he gasped.
“SUCH a rude boy,” she said, her voice full of pleasure, “however, I hope this will be the first of many fucks….huhh….when do your A-Level exams start?” He shivered, and his soft shaft slipped out as he arose. “Tomorrow morning, Domme,” he said sadly, “on and off for the next fortnight….well, you sat them yourself last year, so you know all about it. Rest assured I shall do my utmost to pass them, in order to take up my offered place at the University of Aberdeen next autumn.”
Then she heard Big Ben starting to strike for 8am. The study door opened, and his two fags entered together. “Good morning, Sir….” they both said in unison, “….and Ma’am,” added Harry Herbert Orwell. “Did you want a shower with me before you go, Domme?” asked Rick The Prick. Perhaps this would be a good plan, since her slit was seriously soiled. “Most certainly,” she replied, standing up, and holding out her hand, “lead on.” Together, they headed towards the shower room. She kicked off her high heels and took off her tie, as he turned on the tap. Then they stepped inside the cubicle, and the wonderfully warm water did its work.
“Mmmm,” she moaned as he kissed her tenderly, whilst holding her hiney. She in turn fondled his fetching fanny, hoping it hadn’t been hit too hard by Joan in the Coffee Service Suite. “It was a novel experience, being whipped by a wanton wicked wench….” he said, as he started to soap her, and she did the same for him, “….and in one way it was thoroughly therapeutic. I do begin, at least a little, to understand what sodding Shagger means when he talks about not being too up himself, and big for his boots.” Wonders would never cease. “Humility can be a virtue….uhhh,” she confirmed, as he soaped her slit, “which is a commodity we’ve BOTH had to learn.”
He knelt down, “I’ll lick it off the hard way,” he said, “yuck….I hadn’t realized how horrid soap tastes.” Several seconds later, he was done. “The least I can do is reciprocate, Richard,” she said, dropping down likewise, and licking his limpness, “I agree about the soap….although the shaft seems sound. Then she took his tool into her mouth totally. “Ohh,” he moaned, holding her head. “I do enjoy full frontal fellatio from a floozy….” SMACKKK “….Oww….” SMACKKK “….Oww,” he added as she hit his hiney, hard. Then she let him loose, and stood up. Suddenly they were kissing again, and the world was a wonderful place.
“I was wondering whether Ma’am required any clothes from her overnight bag,” said H2O, being careful not to quite make it a caneable Question. “It’s all right thanks, Harry,” she replied, “in my dotage, I’ve discovered the delights of deviance, so it’ll simply be tie and shoes.” He withdrew, as Rick The Prick turned off the tap. “I’m so sorry Domme,” he said, stepping out, “but I haven’t a hairdryer here. As you’re aware, I don’t do a great deal of evening entertaining. On the odd occasions I bed a Bird, they almost always go back to their own study après sexe.” The pain in his voice was evident, however his situation was self-inflicted….well, it had been the same for her. He handed her a black towel, and took one for himself. After he’d dried himself down, he took a black shower robe. “I shall go and sort out my fags,” he said, “do take your time.”
She did her best with her hair and his brush, but it was hard graft. Then she heard some swishing starting next door….Swishhthwackkk “….one, thank you, Sir,” she could hear. She put on her shoes and tie, and strutted back into the study….Swishhhhthwackkk “….yeee….three, thank you Sir,” yelped the senior fag. Interestingly he was wearing a pair of pink high-heeled shoes, plus a matching frilly apron, probably a Unisex Slave one. “A neat little bottom, Richard,” she ventured.
“It’s so similar to sodding Shagger’s,” he agreed. “and according to Daffy Saffy, it’s because they’re third cousins. Is it true, Horrible Harry?” he demanded. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, “we only found out during the half term holiday. It’s because we shared the same great great Aunt.” As indeed he’d told her the previous evening when they’d been about to do their Detention together. “Anyway, Richard,” she said, “I won’t keep you from your work, and I’ll wish you every success at your A-Levels….Mmmm,” she moaned as he kissed her all over again, fondling her fanny. “Au revoir, Richard,” she said, as she picked up her overnight bag.
“The same to you, dearest Domme,” he replied as she strutted out of the study Swishhhthwackk….she heard echoing along the gloomy corridor, coupled with cries of posterior pain. It must, she reckoned, have been a nasty nine when they ceased, and she reached the Level 6 landing. She strutted down the stone steps, which still echoed from further fustigation elsewhere in the wing. At this time of day, there was never any shortage of formally flogged fags. Then she reached the base, and started into the first of the long, dark cold corridors.
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