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.
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“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.
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.
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“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.
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“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.
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“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.
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“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.
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“YEZZ….ELEVEN, thank you, SIR,” he shouted at the sudden serious sting.
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“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.”
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“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……
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