The Green Goddess giggled. “Talking of patronage, darling,” she said deliberately, “I have heard a rumour to the effect of your protégé following in your footsteps next year?” He nodded. “Quite so, darling,” he agreed, “except Harry Herbert hopes to have a ménage-à-quatre….with Mitches And Ritches The Bitches, plus Racy Tracy. They should keep him busy bonking.” Shirley Cirrus smiled. “Rat never mentioned his experiences with the noble knight, Shagger,” she said, “which I suppose is hardly a surprise.” He nodded. “Indeed,” he agreed, “since he successfully scuppered any chance of an appeal against his offer. Apparently it was three grade A’s….as opposed to our three E’s.” Which hopefully he’d achieve, although the outcome was still much too close to call. He really didn’t want to think about it too closely, however he reckoned he’d done all right this afternoon.
“Anyway,” he said, “enough talk, since it’s high time we got started with some swishing. Your bottom’s bared, so bend over for your SAYM T’GO beating. It’ll be a special treat for Strutter, although he’ll pay for his pleasure with pain. There’s no way he’ll pass an erection inspection after watching your whacks.” True enough, as she assumed the Position. “A particularly pert posterior, Sir,” he suggested. All right, it WAS much more humiliating to be whacked whilst younger years watched.
Swishhhhthwackkkk
“One, thank you, Sir,” she said woodenly, whilst claiming canees’ privilege. It was an effort, since her hit and hot hiney hurt. “I can see it was six of the best from Terrence,” he said, “but what was the reason for the rattan?” Then the junior fag stared into her eyes. In addition to PWEP, it was also Schadenfreude, the Enjoyment Of Another’s Misfortune. This was something with which St Severes had suffered in spades.
Swishhhhthwackkkk
“Ooo….two, thank you, Sir,” she gasped. “Please, Sir,” she said, “as a Bi Babe, I enjoy giving guilty girls a good grope on the groin. However, I shouldn’t do so when working, since it’s not properly professional. So it was some six strokes for Touching Tarts’ Twats, Sir.”
Swishhhhthwackkkk
“Yeee….three, thank you, Sir,” she yelped. “I hope it helped,” he suggested sourly. “Certainly, Sir,” she agreed, “derrière discipline definitely does, Sir.” Would he stop at the penultimate stroke? “Did you obtain any A-Levels at all….?” he asked conversationally, so clearly the answer was in the affirmative, “….although I wouldn’t have thought you needed any, with Waitress work?” Thanks a bunch. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, “I’ve five grade A’s.”
“To which you told Terrence,” he said, “and he alluded the following morning in assembly. Obviously I’m impressed, since you’re clearly a clever cookie.” So, he reflected as she promptly preened herself, was Daphne Saffron, who’d apparently achieved four grade A’s.
“You can think yourself lucky I won’t add a whack for being such a sodding smart arse,” he said sourly, “anyway, I’ll give you the coup de grâce.”
Swishhhhthwackkkk
“Yikes….four, thank you, Sir,” she gasped, “thank you for swishing me so soundly, Sir. I’ll try to be a good fag for you, Sir.” He put down the cane. “On second thoughts,” he said, “Strutter can start on my dinner, and he’ll have to wait for his whacks. As for you, Cirrus….it’s an exercise in shower cleaning. If nothing else it will teach you humility, so I want it spotless.”
“He kept me working until after five o’clock,” she said, “so Harry and Daffy were waiting outside when I was finally dismissed for the day. H2O escorted us down to The Canteen, which was as well, since I’d never have found it unaided. We had dinner together, and compared notes. Afterwards, he took Daffy back to the Prefects’ Study wing, and let her find her own way back to your study from the entrance hall. Then he gave me a grand tour of St Sticks. First he showed me round the Original Teaching wing, which I found fairly fascinating. The Box Room was something else again, and I’d have enjoyed a go, given more time. Then we went upstairs, and he showed me what was happening in Room 20.”
“Oo..er….” she said, as they peered around through the door of the Retentorum, “….we had some of those deliciously dated Detention desks at St Severes.” There were around a dozen detainees, whose bottoms were bared, and several sported stripes. None were wearing jackets, only some sort of short pink shirt which appeared to be cut away at the back just below the shoulder blade. “It’s a Prefects’ VD class,” he explained, “for such submissive souls as are still suffering from withdrawal symptoms….” he sniggered softly, “….it means Voluntary Detention, and nothing connected with nasty diseases.”
Nice to know. “I’m revisiting the rattan, Harry….” which why she was here, “….I’d enjoy sitting on one of those single slats, with my posterior protruding proudly for punishment purposes.” He shrugged, opened the door, and stepped inside….pulling her along afterwards despite protestations. “Please, Sir,” he said to the teacher, “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I’m officially showing this sinful specimen around, since she’s a Schoolday Sojourn. She’s expressed an interest in the Detention Desks, and wondered whether she might do a dozen Lines?” Not quite, but pretty close, and the teacher smiled, “Most certainly, Orwell,” he replied, clearly knowing his name, “we’ve some space this evening, so take a seat at the front….both of you….” oops, “….baring your bottoms for….well, regular beating….” she saw H2O’s lips curl, so presumably it was some sort of in-joke? “….here’s a sheet each. He can write: No good turn goes unpunished….” fair enough, “….whereas you can do: Curiosity killed the cat, or translate it, if you’re a Latin Lass....” he removed his pink Knackerpants, whilst she set down her overnight bag.
Then she lowered her Spanking Shorts, and eyed up an errant erection. Quite obviously it was some seven inches of circumcised sin, something she’d really rather relish inside her. They took their places, and it was exactly as she remembered. Her hiney was highly hittable, and very vulnerable, “....since you may become conversant with corporal correction....” she’d have been shocked if not, “....during my VD classes, there’s no need for a cut count, or any affirmation. However, there should still be contrition at the close.” Nice to know, as she inspected the sheet. Then she glanced across at her guide’s for help with its completion.
St Stricktlands
Putting the oo back into school
Use for one dozen Lines, and add continuation sheets as necessary. Ensure this and all others are correctly identified and totalled. Care should be taken to see there are no errors or omissions in your work. Any such sheet will be rendered Inadmissible, and the appropriate penalty applied. In particular the placement and positioning of all apostrophes must be chosen with extreme care. The intermediate spacing should only be used for long Lines. Credit will be given for neat and orderly work.
Scholar name: Orwell, Harry Herbert Set by: Mr Reginald Beesting
Scholar dorm: 6W Supervisor (if applicable): Mr Reginald Beesting
So there was the joke, as she wrote in the teacher’s name on her own sheet. “I see you’ve detailed dorm 6B….Cirrus,” he said, looking over her shoulder, “does this mean you’re a bit of a Bi Babe?” She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she confirmed. “I don’t recognise your uniform, guilty girl,” he said. “Please, Sir,” she replied, “it’s from St Severus of Sevenoaks, Sir.” Then she started to write her first Line.
1. Curiositus occidit cattus
Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww,” she gasped….Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww,” she gasped, “why the whacks?” She saw Harry Herbert Orwell shake his head sadly, as he continued writing. “The first word is spelled A-S,” he replied, “so maybe you shouldn’t have been such a smart-arse, and simply written in English....?” perhaps he had a point? “….which was the reason for the second stroke, since YOU didn’t….omitting the full stop….” so the clairvoyance course had been worth every new pound? “….however you’re now down for two more, for a caneable Question, and the Omission of some suitable salutation.” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww,” she gasped….Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….” she repeated, “….ohh,” she added as he took the sheet and tore it in half. Then he handed her another blank. “Not exactly a sound start, Cirrus,” he said, “so you’ve plenty of room for improvement.”
“So I worked away,” she said, “grateful it wasn’t eight dozen, which is the minimum at St Severes. Sometimes they’d set a gross, which was impossible….” he nodded, knowingly, “….then I thought it was high time Harry suffered some stick, too.”
He’d been the perfect guide, hadn’t put a foot wrong all evening, so the simplest solution was to Shop him for something he hadn’t done. He couldn’t have Spied or Strayed Up Skirts, since she wasn’t wearing one, so what was left? Yes….the answer was obvious, so she gave it a minute, and then raised her hand. “What is it, Cirrus?” asked the teacher. “Please, Sir,” she replied, “Orwell’s just Languished Along Lovely Legs.” He was back at their bench almost at once. “Is this true, Orwell?” he asked. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, perjuring himself. At St Severes, the dose of discipline was doubled for a denial. She supposed it was the same at St Sticks?
“Quite so,” agreed The Green Goddess, “there’s many a time I’ve Shopped someone in similar circumstances.” He nodded. “Yes indeed, darling,” he said, “and I’ve suffered some stick to prove the postulate. However, I still love you.” She mouthed him a quick kiss.
Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww…. Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww…. Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….thank you, Sir. I do deserve discipline for the idea of Indecent Intent. It was all manner of Inappropriate thoughts about what’s up Cirrus’ skirt, Sir.” Had he indeed?
“For which he had one more whack,” she said, “but as you’d expect, he finished first, and raised his hand.”
“What is it, Orwell?” he asked, “I hope you’re not claiming this innocent young Lady was doing anything untoward?” He shook his head. “No, Sir,” he replied, “I’ve finished, Sir.” She glanced across, and sure enough he’d done so.” The teacher approached at once.
2. No good turn goes unpunished.
Sheet (1) of (1)
“Good show,” said Regular Beating, “Cirrus isn’t far behind. There’s just your Closure Canings, and then you can continue with your tour. Would you like the whacks where you are….or in the Position, Orwell?” He shivered slightly. “Please Sir,” he replied, in a slightly strangled tone, “I’d like to stay seated….but feel free to add further flogging for the usual reason.” The teacher smiled. “As you know,” he said, “I’m always highly happy to hit your hiney, since it’s so much like Shagger’s. But I’ve heard a rumour you’re really related….is this the case?” He nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, “it seems we’re third cousins, which I suppose is why our neat little bottoms are similar.” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww,” he gasped….Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww,” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….I’ve Been Bothered By Beating, and deserved due derrière discipline, Sir.” Then she too finished her sheet.
3. Curiositas occidit cattus.
Sheet (1) of (1)“I know I was a Cocky Little Blighter, Sir,” he said, “waltzing into a Prefects’ VD Class without so much as a by-your-leave. I should certainly suffer some Superiority swishing, Sir.” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….thank you so much, Sir.”
“As per the packing on Parkers’ posterior punishment products,” he said sourly.
“Now it’s your turn, guilty girl,” he said, “is your raw rear ready for more rattan?” Obviously. “Yes, Sir,” she said, “and I too desire my derrière discipline at the desk.” He nodded, knowingly. “Nearly all detainees do for these classes,” he said agreeably, “somehow I suppose it seems sexier….” got it in one, “….the only thing you’ve managed to miss out on is Orwell’s Short Shirts, which all our other fine felons are almost wearing….” she glanced around the room for the first time. Sure enough, she could saw the shirts were specially shaped, sewn and seamed to remove much of the material.
The collar was unchanged, and a three wide inch tongue carried the buttons. Likewise it allowed the year colour to be carried conventionally, “….for sinful sluts, an added advantage is it also enables an instant naughty nipple inspection….” oops, “….since a beautiful boob is proudly presented in place of a pocket.” She shrugged. “I’m afraid I’d fail, Sir,” she said sadly, whilst massaging her mammaries, “so I need them in any event.” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww,” she gasped….Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….” Swishhhhthwackkkkk “….Oww….thank you for my Lines and Detention, it really brought back so many memories, Sir.” He gestured for them to arise. “Stand up and sort yourselves out,” he said.
“Which we duly did,” she said, “since time was passing. In a way I was sorry Daffy couldn’t have enjoyed the erotic experience, but she was somewhere with you, Sir.” He smiled. “We spent much more time in The Box Room,” he confirmed, “and only reached Room 20 after the VD Class had been concluded. However, I was still able to give her an impromptu Detention, with lots of Lines, so rest assured she didn’t miss out. But did Harry get to screw you? I suggested he might try his luck when you were changing.” She nodded, wryly.
“This is the Medical wing,” he announced gravely, “which is also Kristina Russia’s domain. She’s a rampant rampallion, whose idea of dealing with a headache is to administer six of the best. Her bedside manner’s less like Florence Nightingale, and more Comrade Colonel Rosa Klebb….” so From Russia Without Love, as she recalled the pages of Ian Fleming. Then they continued up a single flight of stone steps to Level 1, “….this is Dorm U….one of the two missing letters in the Dorm wings. It’s known as taking Umbrage….which is what she does when anyone’s ill enough to need it. The second of which is Dorm Q….as you can see, it’s called Quivis….well, you must know why?”
She nodded as they entered inside. “Any You Please,” she agreed. “I wonder whether this would be a good time for you to change into your St Sticks’ uniform,” he suggested, “I’ll turn my back if you’re shy.” Chance would be a fine thing. “Don’t be daft,” she replied, “you’ve already seen everything I havet….with the exception of both beautiful boobs….” she paused, “….why did Regular Beating say they were your Short Shirts, Harry?” He grinned. “It’s because I invented them, Shirley,” he replied, “and they’ve only been introduced officially this term.” So a pupil of many parts?
“Impressive,” she agreed, “but I tell you what….how about it if we BOTH shed our clothes, and then we’re even-steven?” He nodded, as they both started to strip. Very soon they were both starkers, with two neat piles of clothes. “Can you think of anything we might do now, Harry?” she asked leadingly, “given you were thinking all sorts of unworthy thoughts during Detention?” He nodded, and his shaft strained. “Perhaps I might start by pleasing pussy?” he suggested. Very reasonable, so he certainly wasn’t a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am, man.”
“He’s a Cunt Casanova,” said Shirley Greene, “the same as Shagger….and it shows. How many cums did he give you?” Surely Serious smiled, and stroked her skirt where she shouldn’t. “It was eight,” she admitted, “and he was GOOD. I enjoy it immensely when a tongue’s taken to my twat, since it really gets me going….although the guilty girls usually have the edge. But the room was already revolving, and we still hadn’t screwed. So I had to beg him to put me out of my misery.”
“Uhhhh….Harry,” she moaned, “fuck my fancy furiously for me….” he stopped his wicked work, and shifted position, “….UHHH….UHHH….” she was so wet, his straining shaft simply slithered inside her slit, “….hump me HARD, Harry,” she begged, “UHHH….UHHH….yes....” surely she could hear celestial cymbals? “….YESS….YESS….YESS.” He waited for several seconds. “Mmmm,” she moaned as he kissed her. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, as soon as they’d separated, “I want to see some semen….or rather inside me, where it belongs.” He nodded. “Most certainly, Shirley,” he said, “here it…well, cums….” SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, “Very fucking funny,” she growled, as she held his hit hiney hard.
Indeed a neat little bottom, just as Reginald Beesting had claimed. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned. “Harder, Harry,” she urged, “pretend I’m a professional prostitute, of no account apart from your personal penile pleasure.” He smiled slightly, so had he had any experience of such sinful souls? “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….I’m spurting….” his mouth opened in obvious orgasm, “….YESS….UHHH….YESS….UHHH….YESS.” He’d given her the gun, and she could hear his heart beating. Slowly it slowed, he raised his rear and a soft shaft slipped out. “Pardon my asking?” she said, “but have you ever humped a Hooker, Harry?” He nodded. “Yes,” he confirmed, “however, I wasn’t a paying punter. It was one Primula Proffer, who’s starting at St Sticks tomorrow as a Latin teacher.” Really?
“As you found out the following morning, during assembly,” he said, “when Terrence introduced her….with you and Daffy.” She nodded. “It was somewhat of a shock to discover she’d a First Class honours degree in the discipline from Temple College, Cambridge,” she agreed, “somehow, it put my A-Levels into perspective. But anyway, we mopped ourselves down, and then he asked me about his Sex Thrashing.”
“Could you kindly confirm your cunt currency, Shirley?” he asked, “since I should still be swished for the screw.” She pursed her lips, “It’s a straight eight,” she replied, “since I don’t like to sell myself too cheaply….so to speak. But we haven’t a cane, and anyway you’ve already received the rattan during your Detention.” He shrugged. “There’s no way I’m not taking a Caning For Cunt,” he said, “since it would simply return to bite me at a later time. I’d end up with rustication, which happened to Shagger last autumn. Although he was entirely innocent of the charge, he had a week of hell as a result. So I’ll Take It On Trust, and report to Kristina Russia tomorrow morning. Then it’ll be in her Black Book, and I’m fireproof.”
“He’s right to be wary,” he said, “since Iron Will’s going to be rusticated after our A-Levels….” Shirley Greene stared at him, “….last year, during the Terror Twins’ General Studies project….” he smiled, “….The ATM…. Alternative Torture Mechanisms, Apparatus Treating Masturbation, or Automatically Tormenting Males. Anyway, his tool took twats, although he’d been told it was a Fisherman’s Friend. Terrence beat the information out of me, basically because he wanted to give him the whacks again before he left school. He thought William Shanks a Cocky Little Blighter who should be shown some Superiority….” thou too, Brutus, “….so time will tell, and watch this space.”
The Green Goddess grinned. “Will he be fagging, darling….?” he nodded, “….I’ll offer my services as frightful fagmistress, since he’s a Dominant dolt. I could make week a misery, being horribly humbled and humiliated at my hands….and heels.” When captured, don’t let them give you to the lovely Ladies. “You should suggest it to Sue Sweet,” he said absently. “Anyway,” said Shirley Cirrus, “we continued the tour, and ended up back at the Senior Dorms wing. I enjoyed being a voluntary victim with The Six Lezzies….” she winked once, “….you really HAVE made a hit with The Connor Twins. They’re both a bit butch, but apparently were quite taken with your tongue to their twats. It’s quite an honour….and talking of Owen….” as in Honour, “….I was shocked when On Her Own made mention of a session with her in your study. Getting lovely Lezzies on side as Bi Babes is pretty impressive, by any yardstick.”
He glanced up at the clock, and saw it was 8.29pm. “I’ll be back soonest, Mesdemoiselles,” he said, as he slipped off his shower robe and hung it up. “Is there any special reason you’re going starkers, Shagger?” asked Shirley Cirrus as he took out the Yale key. “None at all,” he admitted cheerfully, “I suppose it’s simply an example of incorrigible exhibitionism. I rather like wandering around the school completely unclothed.” Then he padded out of the study. The time has come, he reflected as he proceeded briskly, to think of many things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings.
Big Ben was striking for 8.30pm as he opened the broom cupboard door again, and stepped inside. The journey would again be much quicker, since Poke Her’s study was sited directly beneath his own, four levels down. Indeed these keys had originally been made available to everyone in end-of-corridor studies, to make matters more convenient. The words of Lewis Carroll continued to flit across his brain as he negotiated the secret spiral steps. And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.
He reached the Level 2 broom cupboard, the sensors did their stuff, and cautiously he opened the door. It was empty, so he padded into the corridor, placing the Yale key in the lock for later. It would be a nine-day wonder if anyone checked or commented in the interim. In his experience, these locked cupboards were way below the event horizon of collective consciousness. From there, it was but a few silent steps to his destination...
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