Exposure
Leaving his study door wide open, the prefect David Shagton padded out into the gloomy corridor. He was feeling fairly frail, and perhaps having been run over by a steamroller couldn’t be much worse? The time was 1.09pm and it was Friday, five days into A-Levels. But, he told himself, nothing lasts forever….not even examinations. There’d been none scheduled for today, so the morning had merely been a matter of continual and gruelling revision. Tomorrow though would be another matter, since he’d awarded himself a day off. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, perhaps? Seconds later, he reached his destination of study 13. It was unlucky for some, and definitely for his derrière.
Richard Sharp
Mihi parendum est
You Must Obey Me, read the Latin logo, and absolutely typical for such a Dominant dolt. He took a deep breath, and nerved himself to knock. “Entarrrr,” called out the villain’s voice he knew so well. He opened the door and stepped inside to see Rick The Prick standing in the centre of the study. His prefect peer was wearing a black shower robe, with possibly nothing underneath? However he was flexing a long cane between his fingers, with obvious intent.
“Good afternoon, Shagger,” he said, “thank you as always for allowing me to apply the agonies to your arse….” think nothing of it, “….and appearing naked and ashamed….or so you jolly well should be. As a disciplinary Dom….” hardly how he would have described him, “….having huge helpings of humbling and humiliation heaped on me hardly appeals. However as an incorrigible exhibitionist of the worst kind, I know perfectly well how you thrive on it….” rumbled, he reflected, “….thus a whole lot of my effort is wasted. Just take it as tantamount to a type of treat….” yes, SIR, “….bend over for a beating, bad boy, and we’ll begin our period of Private Study.” Accordingly, he assumed the Position, his penis pulsing.
Swishhhhthackkkk
“One, thank you, Sir,” he said flatly, and claiming canees’ privilege. It entitled him to say silent, apart from an affirmation of appreciation, some suitable salutation and the cut count. “Starting starkers with a straining shaft,” he said, “I can confirm you’ve already failed an erection inspection. It’ll be three more in the staccato style….after six serious stingers, simply to show you I’m a Superior Sir.” So much he’d gathered, without the whacks. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “be HARD with me, Sir….as I’m hard with you, Sir.” There was soft snigger.
SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“OOO….TWO, thank you, SIR,” he gasped at an especially savage stroke. “Since you’re already sporting several stripes, Shagger,” he said, “I suppose you scored with some slut this morning?” He wouldn’t like the answer, since it was a red rag to a bull….and the main reason he was here in the first place. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, economically.
SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“YEEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” he yelped. “Who swished you, Shagger?” he demanded. “Please, Sir,” he replied, “it was Kristina Russia, Sir.” There was a short pause. “Was it her session, Shagger?” he asked, “or simply a Sex Thrashing, Taken On Trust? Stop making me drag this out of you, bit by bit.” Oh, dear. “The second, Sir,” he explained, “but since my senior fag can now wield the weapon, she’s been complaining for ages about not being given enough opportunities to beat my bottom. But I was screwing Stevie Wonder, who’s….”
SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“….YAROOO….FOUR, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “I know, Shagger,” he said savagely, “she’s Stephanie Wander, one of the Vamps. I’d love to lay the deviant damsels in dorm 5V, but they’re all damn’ Dommes.” His usual problem….would he never learn? “There’s one way towards taking their twats, Sir….” he started to say,
SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“….YEOUCH….FIVE thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “How many exams have you left to sit, Shagger?” he asked. “Two, Sir,” he replied, “it’s Applied Maths next Thursday, but my Biology Practical is first on Monday morning. Although after another Caning For Cunt, hopefully I should be able to stand it, rather than sit it.” There was a slight sniff. “Cocky Little Blighter,” he said, albeit without any obvious animosity.
SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“YIKES….SIX….six of the best, thank you so much, SIR,” he gasped. “Talking of Practicals, Shagger,” he said, “would you care to comment on your Physics one from earlier this week….?” no, he wouldn’t, since this was all simply studied sadism. The prefect had stopped short, with his seat stinging….however the caning wasn’t quite concluded. It was intended to make the most of his mental misery, nerves jangling, “….I understand The Good Doctor indulged herself with a hitherto unsuspected nasty sense of humour at your expense?”
Quite so. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “I can tell you all about it in detail, if you wish.” He expressed the sentiment as a statement, rather than a caneable Question. “In your own time, Shagger,” he said. This was an excellent example of subaudition, as featured in Grahame’s Guide to Grandiloquisms. It was where a word or phrase had a different meaning to the one purported. He’d never known this one be anything other than: Get On With It At Once, Or I’ll Add One Whack For Tardiness. Carefully, he marshalled his thoughts.
He was standing outside Room 236 in a long line of aspiring physicists, whilst waiting for the worst. With five minutes to go, Dr Fiona Allbright, BA BSc MSc PhD appeared along the corridor, and gave an especially evil grin. “Follow me, Shagger,” she said, without preamble. He duly did so, and they entered Room 237, which was otherwise unoccupied. “You’re doing a separate Paper from everyone else, Shagger,” she said, offering him a single folded sheet. Take a moment or two to study it, and then I’ll unveil your equipment.” He accepted it with extreme reluctance, as though it were his death warrant. Shaking slightly, he read it.
The task for the candidate will be to utilize the equipment supplied, envisage and then construct a means and mechanism to successfully determine the speed of light, accurate to within a margin of 1%.
His jaw dropped as she removed a large dustsheet from a table. “NO….” he gasped in horror, since it was his worst nightmare come true. All he had available was a bucket of water, a yardstick and a long length of string….FLASHH “….Ohh,” he added as he saw her holding a camera. “Dear me,” she said, her voice shaking slightly, “SUCH a jolly jape….” really? “….but you must recall suggesting it to me several days ago in your study….?” quite correct, “….stop being sore, Shagger. After all, following this project, the actual practical will appear easy….so follow me again.” Perhaps she had a point, although he’d be hard-pressed not to sock her straight on the jaw….lovely Lady or no. Still smiling, she escorted him out of the classroom. Idly, he wondered whether his humiliation had been witnessed by anyone? From the several sniggers, he’d had an appreciative audience. Probably they’d been eavesdropping by the door….however it made no difference, since the damage was done.
“Thank you for sharing, Shagger,” he said, “at least you shouldn’t have anything similar with Biology. With a little luck, it’ll simply be slicing stamens….” but hopefully not scrotums? “….anyway, I’ll apply the coups de grâce.” Colloquially called the Cuts Of Grace.
Swishhhhthackkkk Swishhhhthackkkk Swishhhhthackkkk
“Yeowww..OWWW..WOWW….NINE….a nasty nine, thank you so much, SIR. Thank you as always for thrashing me thoroughly, Sir. I know I’m a Cocky Little Blighter, just as you say Sir, and need to be taken down.” Abruptly, his prefect peer shed his robe, and folded it neatly across a chair, Sure enough, he HAD been otherwise unclothed. “Sit with me on the settee, Shagger,” he urged, “and tell me what you meant about The Vamps?” Together, they padded across the room.
“Ahhh,” he gasped as he sat down, and was reminded of Rick The Prick’s rattan remedies to his rear. “It’s simple enough….Richard….” he said, using his name since they were now equals, “….apparently, you’ve seen how the system works with The six bi babes? I’ve heard all sorts of stories on The Bush Telegraph….” the girls’ grapevine, with a speed of dissemination several times that of light, “….about how you played In The Pink one morning with my dearest Domme….or maybe she might more rightfully be considered yours?”
He coloured slightly. “All right, Shagger,” he said, “it was last Sunday morning. As you know, I’d enjoyed a very satisfactory session with her here in my study. I was aware she’d be visiting dorm 6B, after reporting to Terrence for a beating by the beak….” really? “….who’d swished her for using the Staff car park without permission….” Ohh, “….after having my Sex Thrashing from Nurse Crusher….” so much he’d seen, “….I ambled across to the Dorm wings….alas meeting Roald Gould en route. He was highly happy to see me playing In The Pink, and we spent several minutes knackering each other’s nuts. Unfortunately, we were both caned comprehensively by Angular Angela. But the good news was she asked me to step across to her study sometime when A-Levels are over….which REALLY riled Rolled Gold. For the very first time, I began to understand how it works for you with the lovely Ladies….”
not before time, too, “….anyway, I eventually ended up in The Six Bi Babes, for fun and frolics. I was spanked soundly by several specimens, and offered them oral appreciation….” he WAS making progress, “….they’re all now in my Date Diary, together with The Time Twins as a Bi-some threesome. However the prize pussy is….well, Very Nice. Domme’s really rather taken with her, and suggested she try an experimental evening with me….for reasons which will become obvious. I was most grateful, since I fancy her furiously, but up until now she’s shown no interest. It was last Wednesday….if you’d like to hear all about it?” Be my guest, since it was better than being beaten.
The time was 8.24pm, and he was standing in his study, wearing nothing but his black shower robe. He was becoming apprehensive, since Prep should have finished at 8pm, and yet there was no sign of her. Had she changed her mind? Then there was a knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” he called out, his heart thumping. It opened, and she stepped inside….Very Nice, indeed. “I’m sorry for the delay, Sir,” she said softly, “Preparation finished slightly late, and sorting out all my books afterwards at my locker took longer than I’d expected. Then I made my mistake….of running in a corridor. Consequently I was caned for my crime by Mr Sileas Crabbe. As always, he made the point about it being Festina Lente….” More Haste Less Speed, and Silage’s speciality, “….you’re welcome to stroke my stripes, and perhaps you might wish to add a few more of your own? I’m a Latin Lass, and I noted your logo which means You Must Obey Me.”
He nodded. “So strip starkers, sinful slut,” he said, “and bend over, with your legs spread wide.” He watched her strip tease as she folded each item to the floor. Clearly, impeccable tidiness had been caned into her during her time of tenure. Then she assumed the Position. “Mmmm....a very nice arse, Very Nice,” he said, wittily. “Ohh….” she moaned as he handled her hit hiney, “….SIR,” she added as he loosed his robe, and stroked his straining shaft all along her crotch and crease. “Shall we simply say three strokes, guilty girl?” he suggested, “a token tanning, to show you who’s Superior?” She nodded, as he collected his cane. “Ohh….” she repeated as he ran the rattan up and down her lovely legs, “….uhhh….UHHH,” she added as he played it provocatively along her pussy. Out of hours, there was no need to be properly professional when providing posterior punishment.
Swishhhthwackkkkk
“Oww….one, thank you, Sir,” she said, “there’s no hope of canees’ privilege at this end of the school day.” He could well understand her derrière difficulty….a stingingly sore seat.
Swishhhthwackkkkk
“Ooh….two, thank you, Sir,” she gasped. She probably wasn’t an OO girl, but it still sounded so much like sex whenever a sinful slut spoke the sound.
Swishhhthwackkkkk
“Yeee….three, thank you, Sir,” she yelped, “thank you for my swishing, and showing me who’s a Superior Sir.” He put down the cane, and knelt down behind her. “One lesson I’ve learned over the last year,” he said, “is how lovely Ladies enjoy pussies pleased. Would you like your labial lips licked?” She wiggled her waist. “Ooh….SIR,” she replied, “you definitely know how to get a gal going. I’d always understood you were a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am man, Sir,” she said, “but your dearest Domme assured me you were now a changed character….with what amounted to a minor Mental Makeover….” he hadn’t thought of it as such, but perhaps she had a point? “….since although you’re a Superior Sir and I’m a sweet subbie, I want more than a flogging, a Quicke Fuckie….and then out on my ear.”
Which was understandable, although he’d been guilty as charged on all counts in the past. But then, Grizzle Guts as was had been the same….so maybe they WERE made for each other? “I shall complete as many cums of your cute cunt as you wish, wanton wicked wench,” he said softly, “before we proceed to poking your pussy.” She sniggered softly. “It may take some time, Sir,” she said, “although there’s no need to bother with any long licks. My twat’s totally turned on already….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” she added as he tackled it with his tongue. He’d always been an obvious oralophobe, feeling it wasn’t something macho males ought to do. But after almost a year with bonking Brenda Smith, he’d….well, cum to the conclusion the policy was misguided. She was always so much more responsive after some serious stimulation of her superb slit. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he delved deep.
“Missus is a pussy pain slut,” he said after several seconds, “what about you? Do you enjoy a bit clit?” She shivered. “Not as such, Sir….UHHH,” she said in strangled tones, “but I AM a bit of a bondage babe….UHHH….start with shackles….UHHH…. and bind me to the bed…UHHH….at some stage I’d like you to take Twat Twine….UHHH….it’s good for tits too….UHHH….” probably also testicles and tools? “….you’ll find some in my jacket pocket….” just as well, since he’d never seen the stuff before, “….UHHH….it’s already the right length….UHHH….you can commence with the clit….UHHH….next the naughty nipples….UHHH….with boobs bondage as a bonus….UHHH….and then a noose around my neck….UHHH….fuck my fancy furiously whilst putting me to these pains….YESS….” a jet of cunt cream shot out of her slit, narrowly missing his eyes, “….YESS….YESS….a good one….huhh….and only the first….huhh….don’t stop, Sir….huhh.”
“So we retired to the bed,” he said, “where I shackled her wrists and ironed her ankles. Then I continued with my tongue, and each time she came even more convincingly. I stopped after seven, when she was lying shivering on the bed in almost continuous ecstatic orgasm.
Slowly, he stood up and retreated to her pile of clothes. He rummaged around and finally found the ball of fine string she’d suggested. Had sodding Shagger had ever done this to her?
“Which I haven’t, if it makes you any happier, Richard,” he said, “although Twat Twine is in Her Box Of Tricks.” However, it was something he’d enjoy….should she have a screwing slot left before the end of term? “It does, Shagger,” he confirmed.
He padded back to the bed, spread her slit, and went on another clit hunt. Sod….she was so slippery, but eventually he achieved his aim. “AYEEEEE,” she shrieked as he tied it tight, “me clit….me clit….” was it TOO tight? “….tighter, Sir….” he smiled, since her protestations were simply Stop It I Like It, “….AYEEEEE….AHHH….” she gasped as he pulled it hard, and then wound it around the base of both beautiful boobs, “….EEEE….HEEE,” she added as her naughty nipples suffered the same fate. “OHHH….OHHH….OHHH,” she gasped as he looped it loosely around her neck. He wasn’t clued up with so-called Snuff Stuff, although he was beginning to see how it had its attractions.
“You must mention it to my Missus,” he said, “since she enjoys some slight strangulation sex.” There was a neat nod. “She’s SUCH a deviant damsel,” he agreed.
Finally, he knotted the other end between both boobs….as a sort of brooch. “You know we both have Bren as a girlfriend,” he said, “she knew I was set for this session, so she lent me her strap-on double dildo? Apparently it’s something you enjoy using together?” There was a shiver. “Oo..er, yes please, SIR,” she replied, her eyes shining. He proceeded to his bedside cabinet, and opened the second drawer down. It was where he stored the sinful stuff.
“As is always the case, Richard,” he said solemnly, “never the first or the third.”
He strapped it onto himself, feeling somewhat silly, since somehow a second set of shafts seemed superfluous. Still, it would provide anal access as the same time as a pussy poke. Then he leaned forward for the fuck. “UHHH….UHHH….” she moaned as her holes were penetrated, “….a fucked fancy and fanny….UHHH….UHHH….it sends me to another planet….UHHH….UHHH….” he humped her harder, “….slap the slut, Sir….UHHH….show me you care….UHHH….UHHH.” He leaned forwards….SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” she gasped, “….AHHH….AHHH,” she added as he proceeded to pinch both nipples. Tits torment was also on Brenda Smith’s agenda, when she switched to subbie status. Idly, he wondered whether Domme might be the same? It would be fun finding out. Then he started his wicked work again. “UHHH….YESS, I’m cumming again Sir….YESS….YESS….YESS.”
“So I spent almost a quarter of an hour driving her into instant insanity, Shagger,” he said, “and it was great fun, although obviously it didn’t achieve my aim of getting the spunk out….or rather, in.” He shrugged. “It showed patience and perseverance,” he replied, “just as Tits Worth always said. My unofficial Tutress had much to say on the subject. Here are two of them: You must concentrate on the naughty needs of your lovely Lady. Only after she is fully satisfied, should you start on your perverted pleasures.”
He smiled. “Did you ever get to screw Alice Tetsworth at her new school….wasn’t it St Saviours, Shagger?” he asked, however he shook his head. “I didn’t make it to St Savvies,” he replied, “however I did manage to….well, make HER….” what wit, “….however it was at The Regal Rooms, which is A No Tell hotel in London, during the Spring holidays.” He seemed sour. “Bastard,” he said, “anyway, finally it was my turn.”
He withdrew, and un-strapped the strap-on. “Fuck me fondly, Richard,” she begged, “UHHH,” he moaned as his fancy finally found some satisfaction. “Shagger’s seven inches of circumcised sin….UHHH,” he moaned as he humped her hard, “whereas I’m only six….UHHH.” She pursed her lips. “Size isn’t everything, silly,” she said, “concentrate on the cute cunt….and kisses.” He leaned forward. “Mmmm,” she moaned, as several celestial harps suddenly sounded. He was always careful to kiss Brenda Smith, however he very rarely did so for his other occasional cunt conquests.
Maybe this was another matter he’d missed? “Spunk the slit, Sir….UHHH,” she said as soon as they separated, “show me your Superiority, Sir….UHHH.” He’d be happy to help, as he humped hard. “UHHH….UHHH,” he gasped, “I’m spurting….YESS….YESS….YESS.” Seven shots of semen shifted sites, even as the room revolved. Finally, he raised his rear and his soft shaft slipped out. Slightly shakily, he released all the twine, and finally the shackles. She sat up, and rubbed her wrists.
“Thank you, Richard,” she said, “now we….well, cum to your Caning for Cunt….” since he’d spunked, any such stick would hurt horribly, “….my cunt currency is a nasty nine. However, as is obvious I’m a sweet subbie in disciplinary disposition….and lean ’levendy….” eleven dozen to the gross, “….so although after the recent General Studies Caning Classes, I’ll wield the weapon when necessary….I’d prefer you to Take It On Trust….” she sniggered suddenly, “….or you can have Harry Herbert give you the hits? Although it’s not common knowledge, I understand it’s already happened once?”
He shivered slightly. “Yes,” he agreed, “at sodding Saffron’s insistence. It was one of my worst nightmares come true….being beaten by my own senior fag, with an appreciative audience of the junior.” She shrugged. “According to Mitchell Mary Murphy,” she said, “she swishes Shagger all the time in similar circumstances. He says it saves him a trip to the Medical wing.”
“So all my secrets are gone, Richard….” although obviously they weren’t, “….but she’s quite correct. Anyway, it also serves to keep me humble….which is always appreciated by the lovely Ladies.” His prefect peer nodded. “A week ago,” he replied, “I’d have said you were completely crackers, however Angel Angle said something similar: ‘So we’ve a prefect playing In The Pink. I like those who do so, since it suggests a degree of humility.’ Quod Erat Demonstrandum, or Thus It Has Been Proved.
“Shall we shower, Richard?” she suggested, “and then some sleep….unless you were going to send me away?” He gave a grimace. “Unlike Cunt Casanovas,” he said, “I haven’t a morning date, so you’re most welcome to stay, and then go straight to fagging.” She took his hand. “It’s a deal,” she said, “we’ll have to do this again….” excellent….so he hadn’t blown it, “….maybe another time with Mrs Sharp, as a Bi-some threesome? I’ve already done so with the Shagtons, and it’s really rather fun….” he nodded as they continued to the shower room, “….but Domme did suggest I join you both at Aberdeen University in a year’s time, as a ménage-à-trois. I wasn’t at all sure, but now I’m warming to the idea.” His heart thumped.
“Thank YOU for sharing, Richard,” he said, “I’m sure you’d enjoy a year with them both….and two in total with you. Now perhaps you’d care to tell me all about how Harry Herbert hit your hiney?” He shook his head. “No I wouldn’t, Shagger,” he replied. “I can always ask him to divulge the dastardly details,” he said, “or indeed enquire of Victoria.” There was a surly silence. “All right,” he said, reluctantly, “I’ll tell you.”
No comments:
Post a Comment