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……
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