Exposure
Iain Terrence Hayter
Tardius Et Tardis
Slowly
And Slow, read the Latin logo….the opposite of his study in the
Administration wing. It was a bit of a cheek, turning up like this
unannounced. However, if he was….well, otherwise occupied, all he need
do was not answer the door. He knocked and waited. “Entarrrr,” called
out the melodious voice he knew so well, and his penis promptly pulsed
from the Pavlovian response. He opened the door and stepped inside to
see Anastasia Girling seated at the dinner table. The Headmaster himself
was clearly engaged with naked waiter service for his fiancée, in the very manner he’d indicated earlier.
“Good
evening, Ma’am,” he said, since she alone rated the salutation, “I must
apologise profusely for the unwarranted intrusion, and I assure you it
will merely be the matter of a moment. It concerns William Shanks’
forthcoming rustication, for which I’d assured him how I’d ask for
clemency on The Headmaster’s part….” unlike what had happened to him, by
kind courtesy of Nasty Girl, “….my game plan had been to suggest he be
billeted with my firm friend Phoney Tony, with the six Demeaners down in dorm 6D….” together with T♂ny’s Cr♂nies,
as they were currently known, “….however I’m afraid he’s been up to his
old tricks again. I’ve just been speaking to dorm 5X….” she interrupted
him, “….you mean exposing yourself to the X-p♂sers,
Shagger?” she suggested sourly, “….indeed so, Ma’am. They wanted to
learn all about Panty Pervert Pete, since it’s straight up their
street….
….But
they also told me all about how utterly unfairly he’d treated them
recently….and gloated about how they’d just have to put up with it. I
immediately recalled a Cocky Little Blighter which once thought much the
same….” she smiled sweetly, “….and concocted a plan to show him the
error of his ways. However, Will still has a problem with posturing his
penis properly in public, so I suspect we’d be doing him a favour with
dorm 5X. After they’ve worked through any and all annoyances, perhaps The Six X-hibiti♂nists
too might graciously agree to give him some tips?” They both nodded. “A
sound suggestion….Sir,” he said, “and did you have any suggestions for
fearsome fagmaster?” Nasty Girl picked up her cane from the table. “As
Shagger is wearing basic black, dear,” she said sternly, “yours is yet
another caneable Question. Bend over at once.” He duly did so, and as
always the high heels balanced the body further forward, for an
accentuated angle of attack. When worn by a sinful schoolgirl, it made
them seem so much sexier.
Swishhhhthwackkkk
“Yezz….eleven,
thank you so much, Madam,” he gasped, “I should know much better by
now.” His aversion to the use of the humble apostrophe was still
prevalent, even in the salutation. But then he was a Patron of
PEDANT….the Perfect English Development Association National Trust.
Clearly though, he’d been more than a bit of a bad boy already. “In
answer to his Impudence, Ma’am,” he said, “I do have one offer on the
table, since Shirley Greene has suggested her suitably strict and stern
services. Iron Will did spend quite a lot of time last year telling me
how I was onto a cushy number with a frightful fagmistress.” Although
Sexy Sammy did set him straight one day with a Senior Swap, he’d
banished it from his brain. “I’m sure Terrence will consider both
suggestions, Shagger,” she said, “since they do seem sound….” she smiled
suddenly, “….would you happen to have a pair of panties in your pocket?
If so, perhaps you could do a demonstration of deviance?”
He
nodded, extracted them, and placed the naughty knickers over his nose.
Then he stood straight, in the Position For Pain. “Panty Pervert Pete
packs a pulsing penis,” he said loudly, opening the cloak and baring his
best bits. “I can see you’re pleased to see me, Shagger,” she said,
“but it should be six strokes for Exposure of an errant erection. Would
you care to shed your cloak for a few seconds, enabling your rear to
receive the rattan?” He nodded. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he replied,
folding it neatly to the floor. “With one more for interrupting my
meal….” she said, standing and flexing the cane firmly between her
fingers, “….staccato style, so bend over next to Terrence.” He duly did
so.
Swishhhhthwackkkk Swishhhhthwackkkk
“Ooo..OOO….TWO,
thank you MA’AM,” he gasped. “I can see we were starting with a
seriously sore seat, Shagger,” she said, “presumably you were playing In
The Pink?” He shook his head. “It was only in the pink, and without the
cloak, Ma’am,” he replied, “but yes, I was certainly spanked soundly.”
Swishhhhthwackkkk Swishhhhthwackkkk
“Owww..WOWW….FOUR
thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped. “Did you make a special trip over here
from the Dorms wings, Shagger?” she asked. It was stated
conversationally, though it was clearly more studded sadism. “No,
Ma’am,” he replied, “it was simply a small diversion, before….well, a
second one….” SLAPP “….Oww,” he added as she slapped his face. “So who
is she, Shagger?” she demanded. “Please, Ma’am,” he replied politely,
“it’s Mr Harold Sphinx, in his study at nine o’clock….” for which he was
already late, “….I’m hoping to learn all manner of things about the use
of rubber.” She smiled slightly. “Indeed,” she replied, in slightly
strangled tones, “I’ve heard a lot about his antics in the area,
although I’ve never had the nerve to sample them. But then I lean
’levendy in the direction of Dominance….” eleven dozen to one, and
something he hadn’t known before, “….don’t I, dear?” Iain Terrence
Hayter nodded. “Yes, Madam,” he replied politely. “I’ll graciously give
you the coup de grâce, Shagger,” she said, “although you’re still an arrogant overblown windbag.”
Swishhhhthwackkkk Swishhhhthwackkkk Swishhhhthwackkkk
“Yezz..YEZZ..YEZZ….SEVEN,
thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “I know I needed them….and I love you,
too…” SLAPP “….Oww….” SLAPP “….Oww,” he added. “Cocky Little Blighter,”
she said, her voice quivering with emotion, “get out of here.
Terrence….where’s my damn’ dessert? The standard of service is
shockingly slow this evening, so you can have another whack for the
delayed delivery, and then get cracking.” In terms of utter unfairness,
this was pretty good, even by St Sticks’ standards. He stood up,
collected his cloak, and put it on.
Swishhhhthwackkkk
“Yeouch....twelve,” gasped her fiancé,
“a dozen due, thank you so much, Madam. I am sure it will help me to
improve immensely.” She sniggered softly. “Probably also in terms of
your poking performance,” she said, “which as always in our
relationship, I will assess with pergrossage marks. Anything less than
’levendy will lead to….well, other marks.” Ouch….as he padded towards
the door. Being open-married to her wouldn’t be an easy number, and
she’d be high maintenance. “Goodnight, Stacy,” he muttered. “Sod off,
Shagger,” she replied amiably as he opened the door, and stepped out of
the Flat. He retraced his steps to the Level 2 landing, and quickly
continued his climb.
“Huhh,”
he huffed only as he reached Level 4, so he was still fairly fit. This
was in the teeth of Ava Frasch’s dire prognostications, and how a few
really energetic cross-country runs would be good for him. Thanks but
no, since he’d suffered his unfair share of those already with the
Prefects Placement Programme. The previous half term had spent in Have A
Thrash’s Curricular Correction Class. Maybe though, he mused as he
reached the Level 5 landing, he might manage one more, simply to show
her he wasn’t a wet, weed and weakling? Then he continued into the
gloomy corridor, reflecting it was so similar to the Cunt At Infinity.
This was a mathematical construct of his own making. It represented a
destination desperately desirable in the distance, but utterly
unattainable. Hopefully though in this instance, his Missus might
oblige. Finally, he arrived at study 12.
Harold Sphinx
Flexilis est cubiculum
It
was the first time he’d seen the Latin logo, never having had occasion
to visit here before. Needless to say, he’d no idea what it meant,
although the first word seemed to suggest something about flexibility,
and the second about cubes? It was no good, he’d simply have to enquire,
so he knocked. “Entarrrr,” called out another villain’s voice, one he’d
heard often enough during his period In The Pink. He stepped inside,
and saw his Missus was immobilized by predicament bondage in the centre
of the study. Her arms were held high behind her back, and adorned with
an assortment of rubber tubing, as usually used in Chemistry classes.
Two tantalizing tits were tied together, as was her neck, crotch and
crease, and her legs were spread. “Good evening, Shagger,” he said, “I’m
admirably adorned with the Latex look….” Ohh, “….being black rubber
boots, skin-tight trousers with cut-outs at crease and crotch….” he did a
quick twirl, showing his seat and straining shaft, “….with matching
laced latex bodice.”
Personally
he’d prefer the Leather look, with either Mr Whippy or the Gestapo Guy
gear, but each to his own. “Good evening, Sir,” he replied, even though
they were technically equals, “I like the look of the boobs bondage. I
remember you once suggesting how this would work well, and agree it’s
the case.” The portly middle-aged man smiled. “It’s the Tits Tube, also
called a Bunsen Brassière….” what wit, “….your Missus has already
asked to take the Tease Tubes away afterwards….” he spotted a slim and
short specimen adorning each naughty nipple, “….one for her clit, and
the second for your testicles….” ouch, “….she’s sporting the Terminal
Tube around her neck. It and the Twat Tube are connected at each end to
the Tummy Tube….which for studs is called a Tool Tube, since it puts a
pulsing penis in place.” Oo..er, yes please.
“I’m so sorry to be a little late, Sir,” he said, “unfortunately, my sojourn with The X-p♂sers
somewhat overran, and then I had another small job to do on my way
here.” There were two separate sniggers. “So who was she, Davy….?” asked
Brenda Smith….SLAPP “….Ahhh….so sorry, Sir,” she added. “In answer to
your impertinence,” he replied, “it was Nasty Girl. She was being….well,
nasty to me, although I’d only called to speak briefly with Terrence.
However, you know we have a hate-hate relationship, so somehow I was
still swished with seven stingers. Anyway, I’m here now, and I can see
Sir hasn’t been treating you terribly well….” he paused, “….might I
first of all enquire of his logo? As you know, I was a German garçon.”
The older man smiled. “It’s The Rubber Room, Shagger,” he replied,
“since I really rather relish it….” as was ever evident, “….but we share
something with our studies….” they did? “….both of which are the worst
ones in the wings….” true, he agreed,
“….I
gather you finally achieved revenge on our Ava for suggesting it to the
School Secretary….” he nodded, “….who was responsible for my present
plight, albeit not the same specimen. I did once have a very
satisfactory study on Level 3. However, one day when I was whipping Get
Her Knicks Off in The Dell….” after already getting Gertha Nixhof’s
knicks off? “….when she was begging for mercy. Having been treated to
her not-so tender mercies as Miss Whiplash on another occasion, I said
there was none on offer….and then made my mistake. I told her she was
really in for a rough ride, and there was nothing she could do about it.
The following week, I was reassigned….with Wodin’s blessing. I did
mention it to Terrence when he took over, but he simply said nemesis
followed hubris, and anyway mistakes once made couldn’t be rectified.”
His point precisely.
“Thank
you for sharing, Sir,” he said, “obviously Bren’s being suitably
submissive….and I’m happy to be similarly so, since we’re both
sixdy-sixdy switches. Needless to say, I can be completely
cuckolded….watching whilst your willy at work. I assume this would all
be satisfactory?” There was a neat nod. “Thank you, Shagger,” he
replied, “I’m definitely a Dominant dolt in disciplinary disposition, to
the tune of tendy to twendy….” ten dozen to two, and not entirely
unexpected, “….so I’ll show you several….well, strands with which the
material can be used for fetish fun….” oo..er, yes, SIR, “….I’ve been
looking forward immensely to this evening. Knowing the congestion in
your dalliance diaries, I’m grateful for the opportunity of dealing with
you both.” Nice to know their submissive services were appreciated.
“I’m not a bi boy or a gay guy, Sir,” he confirmed, “but I definitely do desire doses of derrière
discipline….or being beaten on the back and balls. It’ll all put me
properly in my place, and show me who’s a Superior Sir. At some stage, I
suppose I’ll need a suitable Sex Thrashing….might I respectfully
enquire whether you’ve had yours, Sir?” The older man nodded. “Your
Missus kindly addressed the item on arrival,” he confirmed, “and swished
me soundly before she switched. As I’m sure you know very well, her
Cunt Currency’s a dozen due….” he HAD noticed, “….hell, she hits hineys
hard….” this too, “….perhaps Panty Pervert Pete could kindly slip off
his cloak, and we’ll continue from where we left off?”
Obviously
his role-play persona had run the rounds of the Staff room. He duly did
so, folding it neatly to the floor, and his shaft strained. “Seven
inches of circumcised sin, Shagger,” he said, “and we haven’t started. I
must admit to mild jealousy, since mine’s only five when fully formed.
Still, I’ve never had any complaints.” Although with consensual rape,
they wouldn’t be likely. “Stretch yourself out on the bed, bad boy,” he
ordered, “bottoms UP underneath a pair of pillows, to present the
posterior properly for punishment.” He duly did so, as the teacher set
about attaching shackles onto his arms and legs. Like everywhere else,
it was equipped with standard St Stricktlands study bed-bondage
features.
“You’ve a dozen due, Shagger,” he said, “which I’ll apply….shall we say in loco uxorem….?”
his Missus cleared her throat, “….which is In Place Of A Wife, Davy,”
she said, “I can’t oblige, since I’m a little tied up at the moment….”
ha bloody ha, “….I’ll make it a Beastly Baker’s beating for the
Vulgarity….” so Stinks’ apparent mind reading abilities were working
well, “….and as for you, sinful slut, speak when you’re spoken to. For a
variety of villain’s vapulation, I shall apply the agonies using four
different deviant devices. Your first flogger is something you’ve
already suffered several times in class, since it’s my Tush Tube.” His
legendary long length of rubber tubing.
SWISHHCRACKKK
“OWW….ONE,
thank you SIR,” he gasped, utterly unable to claim….well, tubees’
privilege at such a savage stroke. “Such a neat little bottom, Shagger,”
he said, “always Asking for the….well, let’s say application of abject
agonies.” So another two dollars due.
SWISHHCRACKKK
“OOO....TWO,
thank you, SIR,” he gasped, “I must admit I’ve missed your ministry
during the last year, Sir. I too really rather relish the rubber on a
really raw rear.” Once again, there were two separate sniggers. “You
only needed to ask, Shagger….” he replied, slightly sorrowfully it
seemed, “….as my door is almost always open.” No doubt. “But better late
than never, Sir,” he pointed out politely. “Cocky Little Blighter,” he
muttered, but with a slight smile.
SWISHHCRACKKKKKK
“YEEEEE….THREE,
thank you, SIR,” he yelped, straining against the shackles. The teacher
set it down, and picked up what seemed to be some sort of square-shaped
spoon. “You may not have experienced one of these before, Shagger….” he
said, holding it close for him to savour. All the best torturers first
showed their subjects what was about to befall them, “….it’s called the
Rubber Dub….which is spelled with hyphens, as in the nursery rhyme….”
which made it Rub-a-dub, “….and it’s made of the same heavy-duty, high
impact material. It’s similar to a paddle, although as you can see it’s
specially shaped. Thus the contact area is considerable as it cups the
crease, and hence makes a really satisfactory slapping sound….and sting.
Since your seat’s somewhat sore….” which was putting it mildly, “….I’ll
be lenient, and treat each tap taken as one stroke.”
Very
reasonable….PHWHACKK “….OWWW….” PHWHACKK “….OWWW….FIVE, thank you,
SIR….” he gasped as each buttock was beaten, “….I agree about the
sounds….and the stings, Sir.” PHWHACKK “….OWWW….” PHWHACKK
“….OWWW….SEVEN, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “Now it’s time for you to
meet my martinet, Shagger,” he said, “which perhaps you’d prefer on your
bare back?” No contest. “Yes, Sir,” he said, “for a formal flogging,
and one reason I’m grateful not to have been in the Royal Navy in the
olden days.” His Missus giggled girlishly. “Aye aye, Captain,” she said.
“I warned you, sinful slut,” growled the teacher, “it’s your turn
next….for a second session with seven strands of sheer suffering.” Had
he heard the word, ‘Promises,’ spoken under her breath?
THWACKK
“….AHHHH….EIGHT, a straight eight, thank you, SIR,” he gasped as each
of the thick black rubber tails made their marks….THWACKK
“….AHHHH….NINE, a nasty nine, thank you, SIR,” THWACKK “….AHHHH….TEN….a
total of ten, thank you, SIR.” So what was left? Surely it couldn’t be a
conventional cane? “This is the pièce de résistance, Shagger,” he said, “it’s a rubber sjambok,
South African style. They’re made from the same material as lorry
tyres, and every aspiring Dominant ought to own one….” he was grateful
they didn’t, “….think yourself lucky it’ll only be three whacks.” He
was, whilst once again it was held high for him to see. OMG….he was
really in for it this time, since it comprised a four foot long length
of stout black rubber, which would REALLY pack a posterior punch.
SWISHHCRACKKKKKK
“YEZZ….ELEVEN, thank you, SIR,” he shouted at the sudden serious sting.
SWISHHCRACKKKKKK
“YAROOO….TWELVE….a
dozen due, thank you, SIR,” he shouted. Hopefully, there’d only be the
extra stroke? Much more of this ministry, and he’d be reduced to tears.
“Ohh….Ohh,” he moaned as his flogged fanny was felt and fondled. “I
won’t keep you in suspenders, Shagger….” what wit, “….so it’s the coup de grâce.”
SWISHHCRACKKKKKK
“YEOUCHHH….ONEDEEN,
thank you, SIR. This varlet values your vapulation for the violation of
a vivacious vixen’s vulva, Sir.” He sniggered softly. “It’s simply some
swishing for when one has a shaft which seeks sex, Shagger,” he said,
“and I’m the same….” he released all his shackles, “….turn over, so you
can see your spouse screwed….” he duly did so, and at least the pillows
were soft on his sore seat. Then his wrists and ankles were locked
again, “….I promised her some punishment prior to poking, but I’ll leave
you with the Testicle Tube….” he made a couple of loops in the
material, and slipped it over his scrotum, “….the knot’s a bowline,” he
continued didactically, “normally used for boats and bollards….but which
works equally well with bollocks.” Very droll. “AHHH,” he gasped as it
was tied tight, “Bottoms UP again, Shagger….” he raised his rear a
couple of inches, and it was clipped beneath his bum, “….you can
complain if you get blue balls.” Thanks a bunch.
Then
he picked up the French flogger and strode away to where she waited for
the worst. “You said you were a pussy pain slut,” he said, “so I hope
the Twat Tube has been to your….well, satisfaction?” Ouch. “Yes, Sir,”
she agreed, “I’ve cum a couple of times already….the last one whilst
listening to Davy’s discipline. It always sets me off when he’s whacked
well….” he was the same with her, “….I’m more than ready for fucking
fun, but would Sir fancy fellatio first….?” SLAPP “….AHHH….” she added.
“Which was for the crime of Questions,” he said sternly, “but a sound
suggestion....” he gave an especially evil grin, “….you’ll still suffer
some suggilation….” struck until striped, “….which is what was wanted
when you said Promises a little while ago….” so he HADN’T misheard,
“....down you go….” she knelt in servitude,” ….uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned
whilst his Missus gently licked the offered organ….Thwackk “….Ahhhh….”
Thwackk “….Ahhh….” she repeated as she too met the martinet,
“UHHH….UHHH,” the teacher moaned as she took his tool totally….”
Thwackk
“….MMMM….” Thwackk “….MMMM,” she gasped, with a mouthful of man meat.
“UHHH….dammit, I’m cumming,” he gasped, “….MMMM….” Thwackk “….AHHH….”
his straining shaft slipped out, and he spurted several times in ruined
orgasm, “….still, one swallow doesn’t make a summer….” very fucking
funny….THWACKK “….AHHH,” she gasped again, “….which was for your
unspoken comment about my wonderful witticism….” rumbled, “….Shagger can
have one as well in a moment, and for the same reason….” likewise,
“….but talking of which, it’s time for your twat to take my tool.” He
strode around her. “Ohhh….” she moaned with real relief as he removed
the Termination and Twat Tubes….Thwapp “….UGHHH….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….”
she added as he flogged her fancy, “….uhhh….more….uhhh….and hit me
HARDER, Sir.” THWAPP “….URGHH….” THWAPP “….URGHHH….yes….YESS….YESS,” she
moaned in orgasmic ecstasy. “This is where you’re completely cuckolded,
Shagger,” he said, “I shall fuck her in front of you, whilst you’re
held helpless. Isn’t it horribly humiliating?”
He
shook his head. “Only up to a point, Sir,” he replied, “since I always
enjoy traditional threesomes….two studs and a slut….” with both bad boys
bonking the Bird in bed, “….and seeing her screwed soundly.” She smiled
wryly, clearly unconcerned at this conventional concept of copulation.
“Since
she enjoys Cunnie Punnie so much,” Stinks mused, “I’ll add another
Tease Tube….this time taken to her clitoris….” Oo..er, “….and also put
on a rubber Spiked Shaft Sheath….” another interesting item in Her Box Of Tricks,
“….which won’t worry my willy, but the process of poking will provide
plenty of pussy pain.” Ouch….as the teacher knelt in front of her.
“UHHH..AHHH….me clit, Sir,” she gasped as it was applied. Then he stood
up, with a wide smile and a strongly straining shaft. “AHHH..UHHH….” she
moaned as her fancy was finally fucked, “….screw me,
Sir….AHHH..UHHH….show me you’re Superior….AHHH….Sir....UHHH….it’s SUCH a
sinful slit, Sir….UHHH….”
Thwackk
“….AHHH….thank you so much, Sir….UHHH….how are you doing, Davy?” Not
very well. “Fuck….fuck….fuck….” moaned the teacher as he humped her
hard, “….you told me you’ve Conscious Cunt Contraction Control….Uhhh….so
I’ll stop short….Uhhh….and you can show me….” he stood still, with his
mouth wide open, “….UHHH....amazing….UHHH….” she was certainly so,
“….UHHH..AHHH,” she moaned, “….yes….YESS….YESS.” Thwackk, “….indeed a
shockingly sinful slit….yes….I’m spunking again….UHHH….with another
orgasm….YESS.”
“Shagger’s
shaft is still seeking some satisfaction,” he said, “shall we see if I
can stretch some spunk out of it, simply for starters?” She nodded,
knowingly. “I suggest you beat his balls about a bit, and similarly
squeeze his scrotum, Sir.” Oo..er….his penis was pulsing at the
provocation, as Stinks released her Termination Tube. “Ohh,” she moaned
as she rubbed her wrists reflectively. Then they both ambled back to the
bed. “Please, Sir,” he said….Thwapp “….UGHHH….” Thwapp “…UGHHH….I need
to be knackered naked next….” Thwapp….UGHHH….my favourite friend John
Diamond once put a particularly pithy perspective on the practice….”
Thwapp, “….UGHHH….first it’s the flex of the fingers….” Thwapp
“….UGHHH….then the feel on the flesh….”
Thwapp
“….UGHHH….followed by the flat forehand….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….and finally
the fear of a fuck-free future….uhhh….squeeze them,
Sir….uhhh….Sir….uhhh….I’ll be your balls bulb boy, Sir….uhhh.” The
teacher smiled, and took hold of his scrotum. “UGHHH….UGHHH,” he gasped,
“BEEP BEEP….AYEEEEE….me balls….squeeze them HARDER,
Sir….AYEEEEE….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP….AYEEEEE…OMG….I’m spurting,
Sir….UHHHH….yes….YESS….YESS.” Several spurts of semen shot out of his
shaft, once again in ruined orgasm. At least this meant he too should
still be able to screw her shortly?
“Perhaps
a Termination Tube for him?” suggested the teacher. “Which would work
well, Sir,” she replied, “as there’s no noose like good noose….” very
witty, “….since Snuff Stuff’s so sexy.” Oops. “So you’re suggesting some
slight strangulation sex as you screw?” he asked, as she grinned. “Yes,
Sir,” she said, “and if he doesn’t quite stay the course….well, what a
way to go.” Very witty. “Ohh….” he moaned as it was clipped behind his
back, “….AHHH….AHHH,” he added as it was wrapped several times around
his neck, and then clipped to the Tool Tube.
Desperately,
he hoped this wouldn’t take too long, otherwise the outcome of his
A-Levels wouldn’t much matter? With an obvious agility, she climbed up
onto the bed, facing his head. “Ohh,” he moaned as she lifted the Tool
Tube and extracted his erection. Then she shifted further forward.
“UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as she slowly screwed herself on his still
stratospherically straining shaft. “He’s fully fucked, Sir,” she said
happily, and now it was his turn to sample some Conscious Cunt
Contraction Control. She’d never needed to hump him hard.
“UHHH….UHHH….I’m
cumming….and I love you so much, Davy….” she moaned fetchingly after a
matter of moments, “….yes….YESS….YESS.” He wouldn’t be far off
either….always assuming he lasted as long? Already he could feel the
blood pounding in his ears, and also he felt his face reddening.
“Ooh….Davy,” she confirmed, leaning forward, “a lolling
tongue….especially for me. Let’s explore each other’s mouths….”
FLASHH….at least it appeared his demise would be recorded for purposes
of posterity, as she kissed him hard,
“….Mmmm….UHHHK….Mmmm….UHHHK….YESS….I’m cumming….” and going, he
reflected wittily as she squeezed his neck….FLASHH “….UHHHKK….” he felt
himself spurting strongly inside her, “….NO….NO….UHHHHKK.” Then darkness
claimed him.
He
awoke to find himself lying by himself on a settee in the centre of the
study, with all the various Tubes removed. A glance up at the clock
revealed it was 10.09pm, so he’d probably been unconscious for no more
than a few minutes. Obviously he’d been released and carried unconscious
across the room….possibly slung over a Superior Sir’s shoulder.
Something of a shame he’d missed it, since such a suspect scenario had
always appealed to his subbie side. However, there’d be other occasions
to enjoy it when he was less comatose. From the sounds of sin, Brenda
Smith and Harold Sphinx too were still enjoying life to the full.
Certainly so, since they were engaged in the sixdy nine position.
“Glad
you’re back with us, Shagger….Uhhh,” he said, as soon as he saw him
awake again, “I’ve some really great shots of you screwed and strangled,
whilst almost breathing your last….” thanks a bunch, “….I’ll send the
prints down to the Camera Club.” Where else? “Could you kindly
disappear, Davy?” she suggested, pointedly, “and we can continue
together….Uhhh….as part of an Awesome Foursome tomorrow morning.”
Obviously his continued presence wasn’t a requirement. Right now, two
was company, but three’s a crowd. “I’ll be away,” he confirmed, “but
might I borrow the Rub-a-dub spoon, Sir? Do make the most of my Missus
meanwhile, Sir.” A single hand arose, giving the thumbs up sign.
Silently,
he picked up his cloak, and padded out of the study. He retraced his
route along the length of the gloomy corridor to the Level 5 landing,
and started down the empty echoing stone steps. Once again, it wasn’t
from his passing, but due to distant discipline. He padded down all the
way to the entrance hall, and started into the long, dark cold
corridors. His arse ached abysmally and his testicles were terribly
tender. Hardly surprising, since they’d already been sore when he’d left
the X-p♂sers, let alone Stinks’ many ministrations on his man meat.
Several
minutes later, he reached the Prefects’ study wing, and started up the
first of a further six flights. Once again, there were several sounds of
serious swishing. Clearly, copulation was being considered, with
concurrent Caning For Cunt. “Huhh….huhh,” he huffed as he rounded the
final flight, so chalk up another success story for Have A Thrash. Then
it was into the gloom of the Level 6 corridor, all the way along to his
own study.
David Shagton
Quis illum sceleratum fuisse putavisset
Who
Would Have Thought He Was A Rascal, as he padded inside. Interesting,
since his bedside light was on, and the bed itself already occupied.
Surely not a second Smith, arriving early? He slipped off his cloak, and
hung it back into the wardrobe. Then he padded back to the bed, setting
down the spoon on the cabinet, as the identity of the guilty party
became apparent. “What the FUCK are you doing here, Mitches?” he asked
loudly, as she opened her eyes. “How nice to see you too….Shagger,” she
said sleepily, “I’ve told you off before about these coarse
introductions to lovely Ladies. If it was indeed sex you were
suggesting, as your long-suffering senior fag, I’m happy to help. Even
if not, surely you wouldn’t wish to spend the night on your own, lonely
and unloved?”
Alas,
she WAS out of luck for a fuck. “I’m so sorry,” he said, “but I’ve
spunked twice, and I really haven’t the wherewithal to do you justice.”
She shrugged. “Can you contemplate a kiss and cuddle, coupled with some
slit stroking to cum my cunt again. I’m afraid I’ve been diddling myself
rather a lot….although obviously there was no guarantee you’d be back.”
He
slipped into bed beside her. “So much I can manage, Mitches,” he
muttered, “but what would you have done, had I arrived with a beautiful
Bird in tow?” She shrugged. “I’d have made my abject apologies,” she
replied, “said I’d report at the usual time, and quit quickly with my
clothes.” Fair enough, “Kiss me,” he said, “and let’s have your legs
apart. You’ll still have to disappear before dawn….” at changeover time,
between 3am and 4am, “….so I suggest you slip away into Bren’s study,
since she’s staying with Stinks. At least you’ll avoid a Curfew Caning
from one of my prefect peers.”
She
spread herself. “UHHH….Shagguhhhh….” she moaned, as he slipped a finger
inside her fancy, “….Mmmm….” she added as he kissed her convincingly,
“….UHHH….” she continued, clearly well on the way towards another
orgasm, “….UHHH….” she separated in order to speak,
“….YESS….UHHH….YESS….YESS.” Obviously it had been a good one. “Better,
Mitches?” he murmured. “Yes, Shagger,” she replied, a trifle tartly, “I
suppose a fella’s finger phallus is better than nothing, but I prefer
penis in pussy.” So he was simply some sort of sex object. For how many
centuries had the lovely Ladies been complaining about being wanted for
only one thing? Doubtless, their Liberation Lobby would stay strangely
silent on the subject.
“Have
you showered, Mitches?” he asked at length, “or would you like one….on
your own? You can have it on the house, with Wasting Water as well if
you wish at no extra charge.” She shrugged. “I’ll be happy to have one
tomorrow morning, Shagger,” she said, “I seem to spend half my life
cleaning your sodding shower, and it would be good to get some use out
of it….” she sniggered, “….I suppose you said the same about your
frightful fagmistress last year?” He nodded. “Quite correct,” he agreed,
“Sexy Sammy was always saying how it helped keep me humble….Mmmm,” he
added as she kissed him again.
“I
shall miss you so much, Shagger,” she said, “but since we’re still both
living in Letchhampton, there ought to be opportunities for amorous
assignations during the holidays. I shall still expect some sort of
screwing sessions….several times a year….” SMACKK “….Owww,” she added.
“Go to sleep, sexy Siren,” he said, noting a triumphant smirk on her
face, “since as you saw from my Cute Cunt Calendar, I should have two
Smiths to screw in the morning.” After which, it would his day out at
the seaside….for some sea and sand. Not necessarily sex, since he’d
probably be somewhat shagged out, with further flagellation frolics to
follow from his evening date. Being a Cunt Casanova was sometimes a
tough brief, albeit nice work if you can get it. He switched off the
light, and slowly slipped towards a sexually satisfied slumber.
To be continued……
