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Newsletter - July 2022

 

I hope everyone in the USA had a happy independence day.

 

The final portion of chapter 232 was published last week, the first in the mini-series of William Shanks' week of rustication. It continues next month, and the next installment takes place on a Saturday. So it's Games, with a cross-country run. He's kidnapped en route by the Amazonians, but ends up in Stern Hall. There, his gonads are given a good going over in Professor Wodin Thring's patent Knackering Machine. Needless to say, matters don't improve much as the day progresses.

 

Please do make the most of these chapters, as there's little left of the Summer Term, when the story shifts from St Sticks to several other places.

 

For the past 5 years, I've been trying to think of a good collective nickname for the Connor twins of The Six Lezzies (both a bit butch). Nothing seemed to work well. Their own names of Alexandra and Rubina were fine, ending up as Lexicon and Rubicon. Finally an inspiration arrived, and taken together they are now The Con Artists. Their forté is drawing damsels in difficulties, and they have several such on the walls above their beds. Quite an amount of back-working will now be needed to all the previous chapters where they appear.

 

 

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Chapter 232 - part (4) of (4)

Rustication

“Guten Abend,” said a vixen’s voice, suddenly, “alles in ordnung.” They turned around, and the School Secretary stood a few feet away, having clearly crept into the dorm unseen. At least All Was In Order, even if it wasn’t a terribly Good Evening. “Ich bin die Gefängnislagerkommandandin,” she said, “or the prison Camp Commandant.” He’d understood, even as he stared at her clothing. Gone was the white leather business suit he’d seen earlier. Now she wore a black military style peaked cap, white blouse, black leather jacket tied tight around the waist, and black gloves. A tight black leather skirt narrowed at the thighs, seamed stockings with only the knee showing, black leather boots with high heels, and she carried an Officer’s crop. No wonder Shagger seemed so besotted with her.

 The bad boys promptly arranged themselves in a long line without being asked, hands held behind their heads. Their bearings were firm, as were their fancies, with all six penises poised and posed. Inevitably, their slight smiles showed no signs of shame. Was this too what being a successful exhibitionist was all about? “An excellent study in straining shafts,” she said, “but then I’d have expected no less from The X-p♂sers….and I imagine erotically experienced, since I don’t do novices. I hope some of you who are German garcons will want to be interrogated by Fräulein Major Süβ next term….” Major Sweet, “….but even those who aren’t can still be grilled by Das Geheime Staatspolizeimädchen.” OMG….The Gestapo Girl. “Jawohl, bitte Fräulein Major,” said the dorm captain, obviously in the affirmative.

 “Who’d care for a cut of my crop on the crotch?” she asked, “anyone interested should stand at ease….” six pairs of legs stood spread in a second, “….DEFINITELY my kind of critters. Use the Rapid Responses.” So no salutation, affirmation or count….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” moaned Benjamin Notus, bending forward in abject agony….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” Gordon Solar repeated….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” moaned Gaston Righteous….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” added Lester Gomm….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” moaned Simon Cone….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” concluded Simon Cox. Slowly, they straightened up, their shafts still similarly so. “Uhhh….” she moaned, stroking herself where she shouldn’t, “….bashing bad boys’ bare bollocks always gets me just there,” she said, licking her lips, “the same as all other types, too. Still, we haven’t yet reached the principal point of my visit, which was to see how Wanker Boy Will’s getting on….” oops, “….since Shagger told me where he’d be at this time. Interestingly enough, I’ve left my current date in a similar stretchy-sort of situation. He’s hanging around in The Interview Room....and a little tied up….” very fucking funny, “….how’s he doing?” Not terribly well.

 “Please, Ma’am,” said the dorm captain, “we’ve explained where he’s been going wrong. His poise and panache were pathetically poor, but after another half hour or so of stretching….” NO! “….we should see some improvement.” She nodded, knowingly. “You’re doing a very good job,” she purred, “just what he needs….” not from where he was standing, “….I shall be opening my Slut Slit Slot Sheets for the Autumn Term very shortly, and you may report to my office to arrange an insertion….so to speak….” very droll, “….my six Sesquipedalian Sequential Suitor Service Sessions run three evenings a week, at hourly intervals from a quarter past six. Then there are further fuckers from four o’clock, taking the total of twat takers to ten. It’s The Gestapo Girl on Mondays, Miss Whiplash Wednesdays, and Fridays is as you see….” she mouthed them all kisses, “….I’ll just make him MY balls bulb boy, then love you and leave you.”

 She leaned forward, whilst flexing her fingers in menacing fashion. “URGHHH….URGHHH….” he moaned, “BEEP BEEP,” he added. “Auf wieder sehen, bőse Jungs,” she said, before strutting away down the dorm. “VERY bad boys….” murmured Cyclops, clearly also a German garçon, “….I’ll be happy to see her soon….or screw her, anyway,” added Cyclops, as they all Ogled Obviously Over her departing form. “Now….where were we?” asked the dorm captain? Oh yes….it was to be a further five acclamations of acute agony.

 Time passed, but alas not the terrible tension and torment of his testicles. He’d been their balls bulb boy as advertised, and then they’d left him to contemplate his crimes. The worst of it was they’d succeeded in stretching some semen, and several small lines of liquid lay on the dorm floor. The sods had showered, taking their own sweet time about it, and Big Ben had long since struck for 9.15pm by the time they returned. Then they’d dressed in their blue pyjamas, before returning, with NB holding a horrid hairbrush.

 “Shagger showed us what to do next, Shanks,” he said, “when someone’s absolutely on the edge like this, and wants to get the spunk out with a reasonable chance of not setting off the Wankometer. Being one of them, you’ll be aware how Dominant dolts partake in prick licking, and fun fellatio from the fellas….” well, yes, “….since it shows they’re Superior….” obviously, “….as dorm captain, I was able to enjoy the former on Autumn Arrival Afternoon, when my homage was paid with a Lick-And-A-Promise….” he paused, “….however, an available alternative is The Crush Brush. Then you can dig it deep into the primary pleasure centre of the penis for a conventional cum. Shagger kindly gave me a choice, so I’m affording you the same facility, and you might like a light lick along the length. Alas it’ll mean a ruined orgasm, and I can confirm from personal experience you’ll stay fearfully frustrated. Worse will be when you go downstairs, since your still-straining shaft will ensure you fail any erection inspection. The alternative is The Crush Brush for a conventional cum. The problem with the latter is you really need to be a penile pain slut….the same as Shagger.”

 He waited patiently after this homily….so which was least worst? “Please, Sir,” he said humbly, “I’ll have the horrid hairbrush. “ARGHH….UGHHH,” he moaned in a mixture of pain plus pleasure on his penis, “….ARGHHH….I’m spunking, Sir….URGHHH….YESS.” In a haze of happiness, he saw seven spurts of semen shoot out. “Uhhh….ohh….ohh,” he moaned as they released the blue elasticised cord from his crotch, followed by his shackles and then leg irons. “Me balls….me balls,” he muttered, rubbing them furiously, even as his shaft softened and shrivelled. “It’s almost half past nine,” said Benjamin Notus, “thank you for your convivial company this evening….” was this simply sarcasm? “….do give our kind regards to our Elders and Betters upstairs.”

 He offered his hand, so it was sincerity, and they shook. “There’s progress, Sir,” said Cyclops, “I recall how Shagger said the sod wouldn’t shake with him on his original Autumn Arrival Afternoon.” He’d no memory of it, however clearly it had been a concern to his peer. He doubted he’d felt it necessary to demean himself with an obvious inferior, and a Johnny-come-lately of no account. His annoyance with him had been made much worse after his spectacular shoot to stardom, and becoming a Cunt Casanova had been the last straw. “I’m trying to turn over a new leaf,” he said at length, “a small step for mankind….et hoc genus omne….” And All That Sort Of Thing, “….goodnight everyone. I’m grateful for your guidance….ohh,” he murmured as yet again his posterior was patted patronizingly.

 “Goodnight Shanks, and enjoy your Curfew Caning,” NB concluded. Seething slightly, he padded out of the dorm, and retraced his steps to the Level 4 landing. The otherwise empty stone steps were now echoing from Big Ben, which was striking for 9.30pm. So who was evening Curfew Monitor, he wondered with worry as he rounded the Level 2 landing? Whichever of his prefect peers it was would decide his discipline. Then some swishing started, clearly from a victim having finished in pole position. He reached the Dorm wings entrance hall and his heart sank, since it was Tennessee Tim, an émigré from 6Y. Inevitably, The Six Reas♂ns Why Y♂u’re F♂r It was another dorm of Dominant dolts. “Well….Wanker Boy Will,” he said wittily, “let me finish flogging this feloness first.”

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“Yeowww,” she gasped, “six, thank you Sir,” she gasped, “I know I needed the extra three for such naughty nipples, Sir.” So who was she? “You may rise, guilty girl,” he said, as he collected his clip board, “and give me your name and dorm.” She did so, and her face lit up when she saw him. “Please, Sir,” she said, “it’s Roccella-Roland, Louise, of dorm 6S, Sir….” they watched whilst the prefect wrote down the details, “….perhaps I might mention how I accosted this character earlier en route to fagging, Sir.” It was carefully crafted not to be quite a caneable question. “Go on….Loo Roll,” said Timothy David Crocket, with obvious relish. “He was following two of my dorm mates up the steps of the Prefects’ Study wing, Sir,” she said, “and I heard him whispering: ‘schoolgirl skirts….Spying and Straying,’ Sir. He’d didn’t do so, but I think it should be a thrashing for the thought….and the idea of Indecent Intent. Then he said the same about mine, Sir.”

 Complete cobblers….or wishful thinking, but this was typical of The Six Sneaks. Not only did they grass you up, but often added embellishments. “So how do you plead….Shanks?” he asked. “Please, Sir,” he replied, perjuring himself as always, “I’m guilty as charged, Sir.” As he knew well, the word of an innocent young Lady was always believed, with the dose of discipline doubled for a denial. “Assume the Position, bad boy,” said the prefect, “and we’ll start with your three strokes, for being Undressed. I’m sure she’ll wish to watch your whacks.” So was he, as he bent down to be beaten.

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“OWW..ONE, thank you, SIR,” he gasped, at an especially savage stroke. “Whatever happened to canees’ privilege?” he enquired mockingly. “Please, Sir,” he said, “it’s gone for good….for today anyway, since this is my eighth consecutive caning, Sir.” He watched whilst Loo Roll spread her legs fetchingly, and stroked herself where she shouldn’t. Alas, if it was her intention to induce an erection, she was wasting her time.

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“OOO..TWO, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “So how are the mighty fallen,” he continued conversationally, “and apparently all for the avoidance of a Sex Thrashing. I suppose it was for when you were screwed by a scheming succubus?”

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“YEEEE..THREE, thank you, SIR,” he yelped, “no, Sir,” he continued in his acute agony without thinking, “since Shagger took it for me. My rustication was for The Magnificent Seven from last year in The ATM.” In front of him, she seemed shocked. “We’ll take this in easy stages,” said the prefect, “but stand up, and let’s have a little look at you….” he duly did so without shrinking, “….your normal knobbly knees, but not knocking….” so he’d learned something, at least? “….have you succeeded in spunking? With three stinging strokes, and a sinful slut showing some slit….” she smiled, “….which strictly speaking should be one more whack for Soliciting….” her face fell, “….however I’ve bigger fish to fry at present. Still, I can’t see any evidence of an errant erection?” He nodded.

 “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “I’ve been a voluntary victim in The X-p♂sers. After all manner of revenge for past grievances, they gave me some pointers for the proper public presentation of a penis. Then they stretched some semen with a Rope Of Rack And Ruin for half an hour, and finally finished me off by penile pain, using a horrid hairbrush.” Highly humbling, but it had worked well. “An interesting achievement,” he said, “which has saved you some six strokes….following each of my inspections….” so he too was one with split swishings, “….however there’s the matter of your sordid succubus screw. Anything to do with sodding Shagger smells of skulduggery….” the same as he’d said so often himself, “….and I want to know why he took your Caning For Cunt?” He opened his mouth, and shut it again. “I intend to find out, Shanks,” he said ominously, “since I strongly suspect you know its identity, too.”

 This was looking bad. “I couldn’t possibly say, since it would be Sneaking, Sir,” he said wildly. “I politely point out what would accrue to you from Loo Rolls’ claims,” he replied, “which is three strokes for Spying and six for Straying….multiplied by three skirts, making a total of twendy three….” OMG….twenty seven in old money, “….onto an already aching arse, all without any sexual imperative to ease the pain….” suddenly, he had some sympathy for sodding Shagger, who’d been put into a similar situation. Apparently the Interrogator had promised him an open-ended caning, until he confessed the crime, “….I haven’t actually awarded you these whacks, so I’ll offer you a quid pro quo….” his second today, “….divulge the details of the deviant damsel, and we’ll say no more about Spying or Straying….subject to the agreement of this innocent young Lady.” She nodded, and there was a surly silence. “I’m waiting, Shanks….” he said sternly, and the, ‘….I can wait all night, if necessary,’ didn’t need stating. It simply hung unuttered in the air.

 It was no good, since he couldn’t face such a further flogging, especially after having spunked. “Please, Sir,” he said, sulkily, “the perpetrator takes the tanning instead of the stooge, Sir. But his scheming succubus was Tarka Susanna Boughs….” there were gasps from all the various victims, “….of dorm 5F.” He heard several sniggers. “She of the long silky blonde hair,” said the prefect, “which simply seems to stream over her smooth shoulders….” for a long second, both bad boys were lost in reverie, “I’ll pop in to The Flaunts during my rounds, and confirm the cat’s out of the proverbial bag. I expect she’ll wish to Take A Bow….” very good, “….since I always fancy flogging flaunts….” a shared sin, since they presented their posteriors for punishment so prettily, “….but how did sodding Shagger arrange for the succubus to successfully disappear into thin air?” He shook his head. “I’ve no idea Sir,” he said sadly, “after nearly seven years, I thought I knew almost everything about St Sticks, but it seems I’m sadly mistaken.” This was seemed to be the general consensus.

 “Please, Sir,” she said, “perhaps for performing my part in Sir’s Reciprocal Exchange, I might suggest Shanks offers himself to our dorm one evening. We in The Six Sneaks don’t get many voluntary victims.” Hardly surprising, in the circumstances. “I agree, Loo Roll,” he said, “shall we say tomorrow, Shanks?” He shook his head. “Please, Sir,” he replied, “I’ve already been committed to successive split slots on Saturday with dorms 4K and 4H….and Sunday so far with 5F. So I’d be most honoured to attend 6S for the second such, for whatever she and her colleagues wish of me.” Hopefully, this should suffice? “All agreed,” he said, “obviously I know your name and dorm details, so you can both go and get your clothes….” he turned to the waiting line, “….who’s next?” Oh dear….it was his younger brother.

 “Please Sir,” said Louis, “I’m similarly a Shanks….only Armitage, and I’m in….well, The Inmates of dorm 4I, Sir.” The poor kid had to put up with the proprietary brand of washroom earthenware equipment which all bore his name….Looey, more appropriately. Why his Mother had done so was another matter, but he suspected she’d indulged in a misplaced sense of humour. To be honest, he was just grateful it hadn’t been him. “Shall we go, Ma’am?” he asked in formal fashion, offering his hand.

 She accepted, and together they padded towards the double doors. Then it was outside into the quadrangle courtyard. “We’ll both be looking in the third quadrant, Shanks,” she said, “since you were with The X-p♂sers and I was Kidnapped by The Six Reas♂ns Why Y♂u’re F♂r It….” since the windows for all the X and Y dorms were adjacent, “….I wouldn’t have minded quite so much, had they condescended to….well, lick me into shape. But being Dominant dolts….” she squeezed his hand, “….no offence….they believe pleasing pussy isn’t an action appertaining to macho males….” alright, so he’d been the same until relatively recently, “….it’s been ages since I’ve had any confounded cunnilingus. In fact, the last occasion was with The Six Bi Babes, and then only out of pity.” Damn’ indecent of dorm 6B….so to speak.

 “I’m happy to help, Ma’am….” he said, as she started to search for her pink uniform on the grass, “….which is with pleasing pussy, in addition to collecting your clothes.” She stared at him, shocked. “Have you seen the light?” she asked, “In a way….” he agreed, as he picked up her pink jacket. He handed it to her, and she folded it neatly to the ground, “….with the love….well, lust of a lovely Lady….” the teacher, Deborah Madden, “….I fancied Madam Dee furiously, and was willing to attend her Reformatory during the holidays….hence my crew cut. I learned a lot, and since then I suppose I’ve had what amounts to a Mental Makeover, although I’ll admit old habits die hard.” He added her brassière and blouse, whilst she sourced her skirt, socks and shoes.

 Then she lay down, with her legs spread. “Will you do all the dorm like this?” she asked, “since we’re all in the same sorry situation….although The Lousy Twins often sixdy nine each other.” A twin thing….but also from favourite and firm female friends. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he said, kneeling between her knees, “I’ll have you happy in no time.” At least so he hoped, since his skills in the subject weren’t substantial. “Uhhh….uhhh….uhhh….” she moaned as he gave her several long licks from fanny and fancy to forest, “….it always turns me on when I watch whackings….uhhh….as I supposed you noticed?”

 He stopped licking her labial lips for a second. “Yes,” he agreed, “it was pretty plain, however it works both ways. Ordinarily, I’d have Been Bothered By Beating, especially at the sight of your superb slit….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” he added. “It makes a gal feel good to be appreciated, bad boy,” she said, “but don’t stop till I squirt….uhhh….and I’m sorry, but I do so substantially.” Fair enough….as he resumed his wicked work. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he took tongue to twat, and delved deeper. “FUCK….” she moaned as she held his head hard, “….as one of The Six Sneaks….UHHH….I don’t even get any suggestions of sex by prefects-with-penis….UHHH….in one way it’s my own stupid fault….UHHH….since nobody want to have their innermost secrets presented in public….UHHH….I suppose it’s the sin of pride….UHHH….I don’t want to beg….” he could relate to this viewpoint, having been the same in dorm 6W all the previous year. He’d preferred to sit seething and playing poker, in preference to….well, poke her, “….UHHH….” carefully, he collected her clitoris, and sucked it hard, “…..UHHH….YESS,” she gasped, “OMG….YESS….YESS….YESS.”

 A jet of cunt cream promptly shot out, and hit his cheek. He let her loose and wiped his face, before transferring the results onto the grass. “Aren’t you worried about what I might tell everybody?” she asked teasingly as she sat up, although her voice was full of pleasure. “Not really,” he replied, “it’s as sodding Shagger’s always said, there’s no such thing as bad publicity. Everyone’s aware I’ve been a succubus stooge, which I suppose I did deserve. However, I ought to get some Brownie points when it becomes generally known I screwed all The Magnificent Seven. But as he’s said similarly, rustication produces unexpected results. Two teachers have already offered Sunday Specials, and after next week I’m hopeful to have more harlots on my Hit List, which is my dalliance diary….Mmmm,” he moaned as she leaned forward, and kissed him hard. “Might I merit a mention….William?” she murmured, as soon as they’d separated.

 “Again, I’d be honoured,” he replied, “alas my study’s locked at the moment, but any time after next Friday’s available. Unlike the Cunt Casanovas, I’ve no shortage of slots….” he paused, “….I know membership of your dorm’s a nuisance for nooky, but it isn’t insurmountable. My frightful fagmistress is The Green Goddess, who’s achieved astronomical success….and she was one of The Six Sneaks in Year LXXXVIII. May I cordially suggest a change of nickname for next year? Instead of Loo Roll, we might make it Rock’n’Roll, as another Mental Makeover….Mmmm.” This time, the kiss lasted much longer. “It’s as well I spunked so soundly….Rocky,” he said, “otherwise I’d be terribly tempted to treat my tool to your twat, and we wouldn’t want The Big One. So Will’s wily willy will wait a while for wickedness….” what wit, as slightly shakily, he stood up, “….we’d best find my clothes.”

 She picked up her pile, and together they continued several steps towards the next set of windows. Sure enough, in the limited light of the quadrangle courtyard he could see more items of apparel. First, he found his pink jacket, followed by socks. Both shoes had bounced badly, however subsequent searching revealed them both by a drainpipe. Then it was his Knackerpants, and finally his shirt and tie. “I haven’t the heart to demand my dues,” she said, “since it seems you’ve already suffered substantial scrotum stretching. But I’ll do so another time, since I wouldn’t want to miss out.” So No Good Turn Goes Unpunished, as the unwritten rule put it so pithily.

 “You can definitely do so during our date,” he assured her as they approached the double doors, “I’m afraid I once was a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am man….but really no longer, so much I’ve learned. Apparently, it’s something Tits Worth was always saying to sodding Shagger….since he was lucky enough to have her as his Tutress for a term: Always give the lovely Lady what she wants, never mind your own dirty and deviant desires….” then you may be rewarded with cute cunt….starting, it seemed, with Alice Tetsworth’s twat, “….after you.” He held a door open, and then followed her inside. Together, they padded back to the Curfew Monitor’s desk, which was devoid of customers.

 “You took your own sweet time,” said Tennessee Tim, “I hope it’s streaks of cunt cream and not spunk I can see, you appallingly bad boy….” his nose wrinkled, “….pussy pleasing isn’t an activity at all applicable to macho males….” so there it was again, “….although I’m happy for fun fellatio….” strange how such a stance now seemed so stunningly stupid? “….clothes on the desk, and both of you bend over again. It’ll be your remaining three strokes each….and there’s another three for Wanker Boy Will….” really? “….those sentiments towards sodding Shagger mean two for Disrespectful References about a prefect, plus the Vulgarity….” as he’d just repeated, but fine for him. “Yes, Sir,” he said instead as they both assumed the Position, “….we’ll say staccato style, in threes.”

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“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” he yelped.

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“Yeee..HEEE..EEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” she repeated, “I’m sorry for being Out Of Dorm after curfew, Sir….ohh….ohh,” she added as her stripes were stroked with the stick. “Be a good chap and check for more naughty nipples, Shanks,” said the prefect. “My pleasure, Sir,” he admitted as he duly did the dirty deed, “guilty as charged, Sir.” So the same statement in an hour, only now it was HER hiney upon which he was pronouncing pain.

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“Yarooo..OOO..HOO….SIX….six of the very best, thank you, SIR,” he gasped, “I’m so sorry as well, Sir. I know I needed them….and I should always be properly polite about my Betters.”

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“Yarooo..HOOH..OOOH….SIX….six strokes, thank you, SIR,” she gasped, “I know I’ve naughty nipples, and thank you for swishing me so soundly a second time, Sir.” There were several sordid sniggers from the scholars who’d accumulated with their own clothes. “Please, Sir,” he said, “having had an interesting conversation with this feloness, I was wondering whether a Mental Makeover might be in order. We could commence with a new nickname, and perhaps Loo Roll might be replaced with Rock’n’Roll.” He looked around, and saw several smiles.

  “An excellent plan,” said Tennessee Tim, “so I suggest it be put onto The Bush Telegraph immediately. Anyway, to bed for you both….though obviously not the same one….” for now, “….I’ll enjoy thinking about you taking your time of trials and tribulations in The Six Sneaks.” So would he, now reckoning on rather enjoying it….well, a little. Painfully they both stood, picked up their clothes, and padded away holding hands towards the stone steps. “I’ll admit it was fun tweaking your tantalizing tit, Rocky,” he ventured as they tackled the first flight, “which is good going, since I’m not normally a boobs boy.” Inevitably, they could hear the first flogging, coupled with cries of posterior pain from his younger brother.

  “Flatterer….” she said, turning slightly towards him, whilst wiggling her waist, “but if you wish, I’ll walk ahead of you….” YES! “….this time you can try Touching Tarts’ Tushes, the same as you were wanting to do earlier to The Lousy Twins….” she matched action with words, “….ohh….ohh….ohh….stroke my stripes….ohh….ohh….fuck….I’m cumming again.” A second, smaller jet of cunt cream shot out onto the Level 1 landing. “Lick it up,” she said, “since someone might slip.” In for a penny, or indeed a new pound. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, “a penance I’ve never performed previously, but there’s a first time for everything.” He dropped to his knees, and mouthed the offending liquid….totally tasteless, but not unpleasant.

 Finally, he finished. “I’m impressed,” she said as he stood, and they continued their climb. “Who exactly ARE The Lousy Twins….?” he asked, a couple of minutes later as they reached the Level 5 landing, “….I don’t recall dishing them discipline during the year, and thus far I’ve only seen their pleasingly pleated pink skirts.” She pulled his hand. “I’ll do you introductions to everyone,” she said, “which won’t take long….” they passed Dorm 6V, with the sad silence which so often categorized The Six Virgins, “….belatedly it occurs to me The Six Wankers is immediately above us, so except for a floor, we won’t be very far apart for the next week.” Next it was Dorm 6T, with The Six Teasers, before their destination.

 Dorm 6S

The Six Sneaks

Again, he held open the door for her, and followed her inside. Five floozies were present, all wearing pink nighties. They both made they way to bed F, and dropped their piles of pink clothes. “Good evening, everyone,” he said politely to several scowls, “this is simply a courtesy call. For anyone wanting revenge for past grievances, I’ve agreed to be a voluntary victim with you all for a second successive split slot on Sunday evening, around eight o’clock….” five faces lit up, “….I’m happy for anything which happens to be broadcast far and wide, with any embellishments of your choice. Meantime, I introduce you to Rock’n’Roll….or Rocky for her firm and favourite friends, effective immediately.”

 There was a spontaneous round of applause. “Iron Will’s really quite a reformed character,” said the new Rocky, reflectively, “as apparently he attended a Reformatory during the Spring holidays….which is why he has what’s left of a crew cut. I can confirm he took tongue to twat in the quadrangle courtyard, despite being spunked out, and with no thought of any reward. He even licked up my worst excesses from the stone steps just now upon request after I’d….well, cum a second time. So we’ll go quickly around the dorm with introductions….starting with our captain….” traditionally in bed A, “….where we have Amy Winehouse….” The Whines, “….charmed, I’m sure, Ma’am,” he said, shaking her hand, “I believe we owe you for Madam Miffy’s new nickname?”

 She smiled. “Yes,” she said with her whiny voice, “I spotted her boarding a Roller one day in the Staff car park, with some sort of chauffeur, so it seemed she was more than well orf.” More like filthy rich, he supposed. “In bed B,” she continued, “we have Lydia Toulouse….” the twins padded towards them and stood side by side, “….with her Sister Charlotte in bed C….” which must make it easier to remember? “….Little To Lose, and Lots To Lose.” He shook hands with each. “Would you like a surreptitious stray and stroke….?” asked the former, “….we did a Detention earlier this evening, and failed to finish our Lines rather badly. We ended up with a nasty nine, plus another three upon arriving late for Prep.”

 He knelt down as they turned around, and leaned forwards slightly. “Uhh....” he moaned as he Strayed up each naughty nightie, “….uhh,” he added, handling two hot and hit hineys, “….uhhh….uhhh,” they both moaned identically as he stroked several stripes. “You won’t mind if we tell everyone about how you begged us on your knees to be allowed this luxury?” asked Lydia Toulouse. “Not at all, Mesdemoiselles,” he murmured. “Haven’t you….well, lots to lose?” asked Charlotte Toulouse wryly, however he shook his head. “Sodding Shagger set me up as a succubus stooge,” he explained, “one which I’ve just been obliged to out its identity….Tarka Susanna Boughs of The Flaunts....” there were several gasps, “….so what with rustication, my reputation has now reached rock-bottom….” beside him, Rock’n’Roll also bent forward, “….more Rocky bottom, please?” she murmured as he fondled her fetching fanny a second time, “UHHH….UHHH….yes….YESS,” she moaned.

 Then all three straightened up. “Perhaps we can continue this conversation on Sunday evening?” asked Little to Lose, “since you’ve little to lose.” Very droll….as they padded across the dorm. “It’s Maggie in the next bed,” said Rock’n’Roll, “or Magdalene Drage….so this gives you D for Dredge.” Another unfortunate surname, he agreed. “Charmed, Ma’am,” he repeated, holding and then kissing her hand. “If you touch my tush,” she said coldly, “I shall slap your face.” He shrugged. “Please do so anyway, Ma’am,” he said, “since I suppose I’ve done something to deserve it.” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” he gasped at two stinging slaps, “thank you so much, Ma’am.”

  Ruefully, he rubbed each check, as they continued to the next bed. “This is Evie, William,” she said, “or otherwise E for Evelyn Tenterden.” She stared at him with obvious….well, Evil Intent. “You caned me utterly unfairly in The Library last term….bastard boy,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion, “claiming I’d broken the No Talking rule. It was only to say Thank you to someone who’d picked up a book.” Oops….since he’d had a bad hair day, and was wanting to whack any available arse. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am,” he said, “on Sunday, you’ll be welcome to spank me soundly, or knacker my nuts….or both.” She smiled. “Genuine Jam Tomorrow,” she said, “so to speak. Meantime, I shall be sure to tell everyone of your kind offer.”

  Why not, as he picked up his pile of clothes from bed F? “Thanks….Shanks,” said the dorm captain, “it appears we’re all looking forward to our fun and frolics. I trust we’ll be treated to the sordid sight of eight inches’ erotic enjoyment? He nodded, “I shall endeavour to oblige, Ma’am,” he said, “although I can’t guarantee it, owing to two teachers’ Sunday Specials which I’ve been promised.” She stared at him. “Who with, you appallingly bad boy?” she demanded. “The Dreadful Griffin and Angular Angela, Ma’am,” he replied, “good evening everyone, and au revoir….” he turned to leave, “….ohh….ohh,” he murmured as his hit and hurting hiney was handled. “A particularly pert and punishable posterior,” muttered the dorm captain as he padded away, “you’ve done well….Rocky, since the reformed William Shanks definitely does seem to be our kind of critter. Perhaps we can put him to pony work, bearing in mind our interests in Equestrienne and Equestrian Entertainment Events?”

 Interesting indeed, as he padded out of the dorm, accompanied by a chorus of gracious Goodnights. He hadn’t expected to get along so well with them….surely one of the most difficult dorms to do so? Maybe, he mused, they were mildly misunderstood? Or perhaps they could be classed as closet Humiliatrices? Without realizing it, he’d reached the Level 5 landing again, and was half way up the final flight. Then there was nowhere to go but the quadrangle corridor, and again it was with a little lævorotatorial leaning….counter-clockwise. He passed Dorm 6Z with The Six Zebras. Right now, he could show THEM some stripes. Next it was Dorm 6Y, who’d kidnapped Rocky earlier. Big Ben was striking for 10pm as he reached his final destination.

 Dorm 6X

The Six X-hibiti♂nists

 He pushed open the door, and padded inside to find they were all lying in their beds. Hopefully, they weren’t wearing any football boots? The main dorm lights blinked off, as controlled from The Curfew Monitor’s console, and the only illumination left was from bed A. “Good evening, everyone….” he said as he continued towards bed Z. It was indeed by the Wankometer in the centre of the dorm, as promised, “….sorry I’m so late, but I’ve had a very busy evening….and The X-p♂sers send you their regards.” He put down his pile of clothes, and padded towards the dorm captain, who’d arisen.

 “I’m aware it’s past Lights Out, Sir,” he said, “but I’m ready to accept your authority with a Lick-And-A-Promise, if you wish?” The other nodded, exposing an errant erection. “I promise to obey your orders, Sir,” he said humbly, “and not to bring the dorm into disrepute.” Then he knelt down by the dick. “Uhhh….uhhh,” moaned his new dorm captain, as he lovingly licked the pulsing penis. “Thank you,” said the younger year, “stand up, and read this.” He accepted the sheet, which seemed to be a second sermon from Shagger.

  To The Six X-hibitionists –  Kindly keep confidential This is to advise you Wanker Boy Will’s to be rusticated for a week, commencing this Friday lunchtime. I’ve asked Terrence if he might be billeted with you….better by far than The Six Nasties, with whom I suffered for my similar period of penance. You’re entirely welcome to address any issues of unfair floggings at some stage, but when they’re out of the way, he’d appreciate any help with exhibitionism. His first Victim night will be with The X-posers- (who he treated VERY badly last week) but who also ought to provide Helpful Hints. Thus he won’t be with you until late. Might I mention he’s learning a lot, and despite being a Dominant dolt, isn’t the same bad beast. His venture into Madam Dee’s Reformatory over the Spring holidays (hence crew cut) is proof positive. Best swishes, Shagger.

“A warm welcome….Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “my name is Aesop Hislop. You may remember, having hit my hiney hard on several occasions over the year….” Oops, “….Arse Up Aesop, which you said so succinctly before giving me some stick….” Oh, dear, “….as you can see, Shagger’s graciously given you to us for the week. I have no idea why he’s being your Guardian Angel like this, since it’s much more than you might merit. Either he owes you….” a little, at least, “….or he believes you’re capable of redemption back into the human race….” he shrugged, “….whilst there’ll be plenty of possibilities for getting even, it won’t be as awful an experience as was HIS experience in the Autumn term….” he stared at his soft shaft, “….it seems you’ve spunked. What’s worse, your cheeks are covered with cunt cream, so clearly you’ve not been in dorm 5X all evening….” he padded around him, “….a particularly pert and punishable posterior….” it seemed the running gag was still going strong, “….best wash your face, and get to bed. You can shower in the morning, along with us all. The short walk will be your first formal faltering foray into exhibitionism. You should always show yourself off to any appreciate audience with personality, poise and panache….” as they’d said downstairs, “….rather than shame….even if on this occasion you can’t strut your stuff.”

 It was a dismissal. “Ohh,” he murmured as again his posterior was patted patronizingly. With all eyes on him, he picked up his toiletries, before padding proudly down the dorm, his head held high. “Looks like The x-p♂sers have already taught him a few tips, Sir,” said the bad boy in bed C as he passed by. He smiled sweetly as he continued towards the shower room. Almost automatically, he looked for the hot tap, before remembering there wasn’t one. Cold water was all on offer, so he filled the basin. “Ughhh,” he moaned as he soaped his face, before removing all traces of Rocky’s recent excesses.

 Then he cleaned his teeth, before retreating back into the main dorm. “Before anyone asks,” he said, “I spent some time subsequently with The Six Sneaks….” there were several gasps, “….with whom I’ll be spending some of Sunday evening as a voluntary victim….following on from The flaunts.” He set down his stuff onto his bedside cabinet, and put on his new pink pyjamas. “Not tomorrow?” asked the incumbent from bed F. “No,” he replied, “since The Dreadful Griffin set me up with The Knackies and the H♀♀kers. Anyway, there’s still a few further unfilled evenings of erotic entertainment. If you’d like to have Monday with which to do your worst, perhaps afterwards we can be firm friends….and I might have your help in keeping me out of trouble? I don’t want any difficulties with dorm dildos delivered up the derrière from The Six Lezzies.”

 There were several sniggers. “It’s a deal,” said the dorm captain, “and as the scouts say, we’ll DOB DOB DOB….” or otherwise Do Our Best, “….goodnight, Shanks.” The words were repeated from around the dorm. “Goodnight, everyone,” he replied, as he crept into bed Z. At least it hadn’t been apple-pied, something he’d been half-expecting. “Ohh,” he gasped as his raw rear reminded him again of what a bad boy he’d been. Quickly, he turned onto his side, even as the remaining light was extinguished. It had, he reflected, been a….well, hell of a day. But what was the witticism from sodding Shagger? Yes….seven such without prefect’s privileges made one weak….very fucking funny. Slowly and painfully, he slipped into sleep.

 To be continued

 

A poor report card

 

Three thorough thrashings

232 – part (3) of (4)

Rustication 

 

After an age of acute agonies, he reached his destination….PEEEEP went the Dismissal whistle. “Disappear, everyone,” she said, “go and get changed….” again there were smiles from several sluts and studs as they padded past. “Out you get, bad boy,” she said without sympathy. “AHHH,” he gasped as he did so slowly, with the brick still fighting him. “Ohh,” he moaned as she released him, before reeling in the Rope Of Rack And Ruin and coiling it neatly, with the brick finally on the floor. “At least you’d pass another erection inspection,” she said softly, “although I daresay the water temperature has helped. Meantime, there’s the minor matter of your Detention. Presumably it will have to be Tuesday, on the assumption you’re already otherwise occupied for tomorrow and Monday?”  

 

He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, “and I’ll report to The Headmaster on Wednesday morning to Explain myself.” She smiled sweetly. “Perhaps,” she suggested, “we might meet up at some stage in my study after your restoration….?” really? “….but for now, would you permit me a further fondle of your fetching fanny?” He turned and bent forward. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he muttered, “I’d be privileged to attend….ohh….ohh,” he moaned as she stroked several stripes. “Thank you, Shanks,” she purred, “stay where you are, and I’ll fetch your clothes.” He waited patiently. Then she returned, and dropped them by the double doors, “I suggest you go as you are without dressing,” she said, “if I left you in the lion’s den, you’d end up knackered naked by almost all the class….” totally true, “….and also late for fagging. Being Brownies, they wouldn’t be at all worried with time….” apart from The Pirate….recalling how somehow she’d been allocated to sodding Shagger? “….you’ll dry gradually….give me a hug.” 

 

 He moved towards her, and somehow she melted into his arms. “Mmmm,” he moaned as she kissed him hard. Was this how to achieve success with the lovely Ladies? Memory reminded him how The SS had smooched sodding Shagger similarly in her office earlier….SMACKK “….SUCH a shockingly sinful stud,” she said as soon as they separated. Hang on….who was it had kissed whom? “I’m so sorry, Ma’am,” he said instead, “I should be swished soundly sometime for such sin.” Then he picked up his clothes, and headed away. It was time to meet his frightful fagmistress, and obviously he’d be late. 

 

“Which takes us to where I entered earlier, Ma’am,” he said, his legs aching from so much bending. “Thank you, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, “we’ll conclude your caning with the coups de grâce.” Colloquially called the Cuts Of Grace….and not before time, too.

 

Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk

“Yikes..YIKES..YIKES….NINE, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “thank you for my thrashing.”

 

* * * * * *

Once again he walked quickly through the cold corridors which so characterised St Sticks, having deposited his bag of books in locker № 80. Having provided more satisfactory Naked Waiter service, he’d left his high heels and bowtie in her study. It seemed she’d be setting up several Senior Swaps. For Saturday morning only, he’d be with Rick The Prick. Then he’d had to contend with dinner in The Canteen. There’d been no shortage of scholars all interested in his plight, and what exactly he’d done to deserve it.

 

Afterwards, he’d started his English essay in an otherwise empty classroom, and continued it in Preparation. It had been hard graft, since the subject wasn’t one which was at all easy with his macho male mindset. However, his German had been erotically entertaining, with a little light relief. The so-called Vokabelverzeichnis had been much more like a deviant’s dictionary, comprising twelve pages of seriously suspect stuff. Indeed, it was what he might have suspected from the School Secretary? It seemed his second Sunday Special might be equally erotically entertaining.

 

Big Ben was striking for 8.15pm when he reached the Dorm wings entrance hall, and saw sodding Shagger sitting comfortably ensconced at the desk. A sudden sharp pang of loss enveloped him, since he’d enjoyed his several terms of duty as Curfew Monitor over the past year. Dishing undeserved derrière discipline to all the various victims was something to be savoured. Suddenly though, he was back on the wrong side of the tracks….or rather the rattan. “Good evening, Wanker Boy Will,” he said, rising, “I expect it’s been a long day….one way or another?” A piece of Masterly understatement. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, being very careful about respect, and not making a second mistake with a cedilla.

 

 

Together, they walked towards the stone steps of the Senior Dorms wing. “I’m afraid you’ve only had half a day of it so far….” he continued cheerfully as they started up the first flight, “….there’s an unwritten rule, as I found out from hard experience: Seven days without prefect’s privileges make one weak….” very witty, but probably true, “….I’ll meet you in the Staff car park tomorrow morning for the commencement of the cross-country run. I won’t bore you with all the arrangements, since you’ve enough to worry about right now. But first, you have to make your peace with The Exp♂sers.” He shook his head as they reached the Level 1 landing. “We’re already in bandit territory,” he said “however on this occasion, you’ve no cause for concern.” Even so, he suspected he’d seen some shapes skulking in the shadows. Probably it had been a posse from one of The Brownie Babes?

 

 

“I don’t remember what I’m supposed to have done to dorm 5X, Sir,” he said sulkily as they started up the next flight. “They’ll remind you soon enough,” he replied affably, “as indeed will so many others over the next week….” no doubt, “….have you perchance been offered any Sunday Specials? I saw how both Gertrude and Angel were staring at you in Terrence’s study….well, your eight inches of erotic enjoyment.” He smirked. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, “I’ve got Gertrude….err….Mrs Griffin in the morning, and Miss Angel Angle in the afternoon.”

 

 

There was silence whilst they rounded the Level 2 landing. “There you are,” he said, “something which wouldn’t have happened otherwise, so there IS a silver lining to the cloud. What about some suggestions of subsequent sex, Solicited from sinful sluts in your classes so far?” He shivered slightly, even as his shaft strained inside his Knackerpants. “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “there’s been several such, Sir. It’s been absolutely amazing….albeit Genuine Jam Tomorrow.” Perhaps he had a point? Together, they rounded the Level 3 landing, and saw a single slut standing….one of The Babes In Blue, flaunting herself.

 

 

She saw Shagger, gave a grimace, and quickly made a hand-signal to someone out of sight. The panic gesture clearly said Stop….it’s a sodding prefect. “Good evening….Vivacious….” he said smoothly, “….I’m so sorry, but Wanker Boy Will’s spoken for this evening….” she shrugged, “….and tomorrow too, Sir,” he said, “since Mrs Gertrude Griffin asked me to attend dorm 4K and 4H.” The prefect pursed his lips. “Fair enough,” he agreed, “with successive split slots, as indeed I’ve done myself for The flaunts in the past. It’s especially easy at the weekend, when there’s no Prep. So he’ll be happy to attend dorm 5F for an hour on Sunday evening….won’t you, Wanker Boy Will….?” he opened his mouth, and shut it again, “….so it’s settled. I suspect you’ll soon source something for the second slot….” almost certainly, “….he was once one of the worst Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am men, but he’s learned a lot of late.”

 

 

She stared at them both. “Most interesting, Sir,” she said, mouthing him a kiss, “we’ll look forward to showing him some of our hospitality. If he’s finally found finesse with fucking, perhaps also subsequently in his study, after restoration.” Really….as they continued on their way? “Vivienne Schuster’s vivacious,” he said, “in more ways than one….” so much was obvious, “….you’ve already screwed your succubus….even if you don’t remember….” indeed, he recalled with annoyance, “….but there’s a further five fuckable floozies….” they reached the Level 4 landing, and headed counter-clockwise into the gloomy quadrangle corridor, “….this is with what Richard calls a little lævorotatorial leaning….” they  passed Dorm 5Z, with The Z♂♂ Gang.

 

 

Hadn’t this been some sort of ancient TV programme? Yes, based on a book….by Paul Gallico? “….I mean Merryweather….my Mentor….” as opposed to Sharp, as they continued past Dorm 5Y, with The Y♂u’re F♂r It D♂rm....a destination he was anxious to avoid, “….with whom you share your size of shaft….however, he’s spectacularly successful with the lovely Ladies. He’s credited with a Cunt Conquest Count of over eight gross, which is simply the schoolgirl sluts. Were one to include all manner of mature Mesdames, it must be markedly more….” his ears burned in anguish as his….well, short-cummings were forced into focus, “….I suggest you take your medicine like a mere man, listen and learn….” he hesitated, “….ohh,” he murmured as again his posterior was patted patronizingly, “….we’re here.” Then he was gone into the gloom.

 

Dorm 5X 

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, and stepped inside. “Err….good evening, everyone….” he started to say. However his voice trailed off at the sight of six semi-starkers shapes on as many beds, each bearing one blue football boot. “Good evening to you too….Wanker Boy Will….” said the dorm captain on bed A, and clearly relishing the salutation, “….and welcome back to our humble home. It may be you don’t remember your last visit, however this naughty note may assist?” He handed it over.

 

To my firm friends in The X-posers –  Kindly keep confidential 

Please leave this Friday evening clear, chaps. As I mentioned to you, Wanker Boy Will’s about to be rusticated. I’ll bring him along at around 8.15pm, as a voluntary victim for your use. Do with him what you wish, especially after your experiences last week. However I’d appreciate it if you could pass on some pointers as regards exposure, as we discussed in some detail. He’ll be billeted upstairs in dorm 6X for the week, and will hopefully learn more about exhibitionism.  

Best swishes, David Shagton  

PS Please be his Guardian Angels in the Games changing room tomorrow morning.  

 

So sodding Shagger was still looking out for his back….well, balls? “It wasn’t my fault….” he started to say and then stopped, since it seemed silly, “….all right, maybe it was. But what did I do?” He handed the note back to the dorm captain, who stowed it into his bedside cabinet. “Gormless and the two Simons had been various victims one evening,” he replied, “and you were Curfew Monitor….” ohh, “….for starters, you split the swishing….” so what? “….before and after collecting our clothes….which meant Being Bothered By Beating was taken twice….” well, yes, “….then you added another three, because it was now after Lights Out….” a mild memory stirred, “….however, worse was when you did your rounds half an hour later, and caned us all on a completely spurious charge of Dorm Disorder….utterly unfair, you big bastard.”

 

NOW he remembered, since he’d had a bad hair day, and wanted to work off his feelings of frustration. “Oddly enough,” he said, with a slight twinge of guilt, “I had a horrible urge to unzip myself and wave my willy, to show you what an eight inch errant erection was all about.” They smiled, knowingly. “One of the best bits of a beating is baring the bottom,” the captain continued, “presenting a posterior in public, preferably with a pulsing penis. Anyway, addressing your assertion of being unable to do anything about it….” oops, “….it’s as Shagger said of the unwritten rule: Never Say Never At St Sticks.” Might he escape, giving a glance towards the dorm door?

 

Alas, they’d clearly corralled him, with two of them blocking any exit. They stood straight….and so did their shafts. “Strip him starkers, chaps,” he said, “and then Gormless can do the defenestration.” Five pairs of unhelpful hands fell on him in an instant, and in the matter of a moment he was completely unclothed. Once again his knobbly knees knocked, whilst his willy wavered wildly. “He’s been a VERY bad boy, Sir,” said someone behind him, “since his seat’s seriously striped.”

 

There were several sniggers. “Welcome back to your Year Of Hell,” said the captain, “but now I understand what Shagger was saying about his shaft. If this is what he did in the changing rooms, it’s unlikely to have impressed pussy with his prowess….” dammit, “….despite the eight inches of erotic enjoyment. Anyway, we’ll address the issue presently….after The Boot Boys have done their worst….” as he’d feared, “….we’ll have him flat on the floor with his legs spread. It’s my privilege to do him first, whilst we take pretty pictures for posterity.”

 

Once again the hands were at him, and then he was staring up into a pair of eyes bearing another especially evil expression. Deftly, the studded football boot was placed firmly into position….FLASHH “….UGHHH….UGHHH….” he moaned as his gonads were ground, “…..UGHHH….UGHHH,” he repeated. “Are you prepared to sign my Stretch Slave Sheet?” he asked, “or do you need to be knackered naked next?” He shivered, even as both their shafts strained. “Uhhh….I’ll sign,” he wheezed, “I submit, Sir….uhhh.” His right arm was released, whilst a Stretch Slave Sheet was presented for Benjamin Notus.

 

Belatedly he recalled writing it onto his Prefect Beat Sheet, and he’d said he was known as NB….for Nota Bene. “Be assured we’ll all demand our dues,” he said, kneeling and taking his free arm, “but next, it’s Gorgonzola’s turn.” One of the two standing specimens shifted promptly into place….FLASHH “….UGHHH….UGHHH,” he moaned as the boot scraped up and down his most sensitive spots. “UGHHH….UGHHH,” he moaned, “UGHHH….UGHHH.” After another eternity, it was withdrawn….hell, they weren’t even half way. With a slightly shaky hand, he signed the sheet for Gordon Solar.

 

“Now it’s Gastroenteritis,” he said, “which hopefully won’t upset you too much.” Ha bloody ha. “I’ll see if he can sound the Police Siren, Sir,” he said….FLASHH “….AGHHH….” he gasped as the heel was ground into his gonads, “…..UGHHH,” he added as the sole stimulated his shaft, “….AGHHH….UGHHH….AGHHH….UGHHH.” He was shivering with substantial sexual stress when the Boot Boy finally finished. This time, it was Gaston Righteous on the sheet.

 

“Gormless, Cyclops and Cyclone will probably want to do you together,” said Benjamin Notus, “as indeed they did last week. Shagger acted as your whipping boy, and graciously took the treatment on your behalf.” Damn’ decent of him. “If we could stand him, Sir,” said one of the remaining three as he was hauled to his feet. His arms and legs were held hard, with his legs spread. “I shall stretch your scrotum,” he continued, “with some suitable spanking.” FLASHH “….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped…. SMACKK SMACKK “….oww..oww….AHHH….AHHH….” SMACKK SMACKK “….oww..oww….AHHH….AHHH,” he repeated. “Next, you take the testicle twist,” he said, “with the rotation of your reproductive retort.” This was looking bad. FLASHH “….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped as it was turned through two right angles. “Now the terrible twist,” he said with a smile. “AYEEEEE….ME BALLS,” he shrieked. After an eternity of a total turn, he signed the sheet for Lester Gomm.

 

Then they changed places. “It’s the knee in the knackers,” said the fifth bad boy, “nice and easy….except Simon will be wanting a quick kick in the crotch….” Oh, dear, “….Shagger took it barefoot, but you’ll have the boot….WHUMPH….FLASHH “….URGHHH,” he moaned as he fell forward, whilst his world wavered. He was hauled upright, whilst they changed places again….WHUMPP….FLASHH “….URGHHH….” he moaned as they released his arms, and he lay whooping, “….HUHH….HUHH….HUHH.” They stared down at him without sympathy.

 

Several minutes later, he struggled back up to a sitting position, and was presented with the remaining two sheets….Simon Cone and Simon Cox.

 

“How many separate swishings has it been so far, Shanks?” demanded NB. “Please, Sir….huhh,” he replied, “….seven, Sir….uhhh….with a further flogging to follow from the evening Curfew Monitor….huhh.” He nodded. “So we’ll continue on your crotch,” he said, “help him up, chaps….and drag him down the dorm.” They duly did so, and he was ably assisted, albeit none too gently. “Arms UP,” he ordered, “knees bent, and legs apart again.” He obeyed. “Ohh….ohh….” he murmured as his wrists were shackled to a wall, “….ohh….ohh,” he added as his ankles were ironed.

 

Then he looked on with horror, but also anticipation whilst a blue Rope Of Rack And Ruin was uncoiled. “OMG….Sir,” he said, “I suffered something similar earlier with Mississippi. I was standing starkers on the top diving board, whilst wondering what it would be like to wank with everyone watching.” They all grinned as Cyclops padded across the room, and affixed one end to the opposite wall. Then Cyclone made a bowline along its length….clearly, he knew all about knots. “AHHH….” he gasped as it was tied tightly to his testicles….FLASHH “….AHHH….mercy,” he added, leaning back whilst his scrotum was seriously stretched. Alas, there didn’t seem to be any on offer.

 

“Excellent,” said Benjamin Notus, “now we have a properly presented penis. Shagger showed us last week how Panty Pervert Pete does public perversion, and we learned a lot from him….” more of his old tricks? “….this will help you possess poise and panache, although personality is something with which you’ll have to work yourself….” as The Green Goddess had said, “….but you should stop wavering your willy wildly whilst knocking your knobbly knees….

 

….you’re essentially posed in the Position For Pain….as we now have to do for Naccarim….” again, he hadn’t heard, “….those in the teams tomorrow will take taps to the testicles and tush with the Tanningtown tawse like this….” so more fun to follow? “….it’s a recent rule change instigated by Have A Thrash. However for now, it’ll provide you with a time of reflection….not to mention contrition about how badly you treated us. You can be our balls bulb boy, and it’ll be interesting to see whether we’ll stretch and squeeze some semen….” very possibly, “….it should serve to show who are your Superior Sirs.”

 

With another evil smile, he took hold of him. “How does it feel to have your fucking future in my hands, Shanks?” he asked. He offered a sickly smile, similar to the swishees’ smirk. “UGHHH….UGHHH….” he moaned as his scrotum was squashed, the same as an old-fashioned motorcar horn from yesteryear, “….BEEP BEEP,” he added.