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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

 

Three thorough thrashings

prefect's punishment parlour

232 – part (2) of (4)

Rustication 

Shirley Greene 

Templum Deae 

 

The Temple of the Goddess, he’d been told....and wasn’t it appropriate? “Well….Wanker Boy Will….” said another vixen’s voice from behind him, “….ohh….ohh,” he moaned as his posterior was petted all over again, “….you beat my bottom last week in the Canteen for being Last Out at lunch….” Oh, dear, “….however what goes around….well, cums around….” so it seemed, “….I see you’ve suffered similarly today, and it serves you right….you big bastard. Normally I’d knacker your nuts, however we’re both late, and I don’t want any more whacks.” Probably though, this was only another temporary stay of execution? “After you, Ma’am,” he muttered, since this must be June Pettit? HOW he’d love to pet it. She opened the door without knocking, in accordance with fagging protocol, and he followed her inside.

 

“Good afternoon….Wanker Boy Will,” said The Green Goddess, “and welcome to The Temple. I see you’re starkers, a sin which you can explain later, so it will be one whack for reporting Improperly Attired. Actually, it saves some time, since I’d have you in the altogether anyway….” but he STILL had the whack, “….put your pile by the door….” he deposited it down, “….Shagger told me last Monday evening how he’d been successful in securing your services, and I was very appreciative of his efforts….” doubtless with sex, “….indeed so….with a screw, Shanks,” she agreed amiably to his unspoken suggestion, so clearly HER mind reading abilities were similarly second-to-none, “….you had this odd idea all last year about how Sexy Sammy was somehow a cushy number….” guilty, “….it’ll be my privilege to demonstrate beyond all shadow of doubt how a frightful fagmistress is NOT a soft touch….” she stroked her basic black strict short shiny skirt where she shouldn’t, and his penis pulsed at the provocation, “….but we’d best begin.” This was going to be properly painful. “Please, Ma’am,” he said politely, “I’m so sorry we were late.”

 

She picked up her cane, and flexed it between her fingers. “Three strokes for failing an erection inspection….” she said, as his shaft strained in anticipation of the agonies onto his arse, “….June can get going with my grub, and I’ll put two onto both your beat sheets….” it seemed her Lateness Regime was one whack per five minutes? “….as for my temporary senior fag, it’ll be six of the best, including your Same To Go beating. I always enjoy Senior Swaps with studs, since it enables me to enjoy Naked Waiter service….” as sodding Shagger had said. This was beginning to feel like his recent stay in at Helmsdale-in-the-Hole. At least though he wouldn’t have to wear all manner of bondage bands.

 

He stood to attention, hands behind his head. Once again his knobbly knees knocked, whilst his willy wavered wildly. “You never did learn how to be a good exposer or exhibitionist,” she said wryly, “still, Shagger’s said he’s lined up some sort of schooling….” so he’d claimed, “….for which you should be grateful, but knowing you, probably aren’t....” Ouch….as the barb hit home, “….you always were an ingrate….you and sodding Sharp the same. Still, I suppose you’re not beyond redemption, given your attendance at Madam Dee’s Reformatory over the holidays….” she grinned suddenly, “….Dominant dolts should stimulate their small submissive sides, as indeed I do with mine. Hell….I’ve even harboured hankerings for being a gaolbird….” really? “….having been told all about it by Appalling….” Andrea Pawling, an émigrée of The Six Jailbirds in dorm 6J, “….but bend, bad boy.”

 

Yet again, he presented his posterior for punishment pain. He could see the de facto junior fag smiling at him from the kitchenette. It was PWEP, or Punishment With Extreme Prejudice….flogging in front of younger years. “An aching arse all afternoon, it appears,” she said, “would you care to comment on the collection of cuts?” Not particularly, but it was probably better than working?

 

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“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE, thank you, MA’AM,” he yelped. “It started with my rustication rattan,” he said, “with a bit of a beating by the beak….as duly described by Mrs Gertrude Griffin….” he added quickly, not wanting one whack for a Disrespectful Reference, “….then it was a Canteen caning, for being Last Out. This made me seriously late for Lesson 5….which was hers, as it happened. I was also caned convincingly during Lessons 6 and 7.”

 

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“Yarooo..OOO..HOOO….SIX….six of the best, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “thank you for my Start-As-You-Mean-To-Go-On Beating.” Or indeed SAYM T’GO. “I’ve since spoken to Shagger about your swishing in Terrence’s study,” she said, “but for your further felonies and floggings, I’d be fascinated to find out more. Stay where you are, in the Position, and you can tell us all about them.” So the caning wasn’t quite concluded, and it was simply studied sadism, in order to maximise his mental misery. His personal demon reminded him how he often did the same. “Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, “we’ll start with lunch.”

 

Big Ben had struck for 1pm when he continued down the long, dark cold corridors. Finally, he reached the double doors. 

Duty Canteen Supervisor 

Reginald Beesting 

 

So it was a Quiet Canteen, which might make matters easier, he mused? Or more difficult, as he stepped inside, and saw the teacher standing by the starters. “May I have everyone’s attention,” he said into the silence, “since we have here Wanker Boy Will, for one week’s worth of rustication….” he saw several signs of shock, but there was no speech, “….his offence being the avoidance of a Sex Thrashing, although not wilfully so….” good of Reggie to add the rider, since it would ease his pain of unpopularity from the floozy fraternity, “….he will be on a special timetable, so many of you will make his acquaintance….” he smiled, “….let’s hope for his sake he hasn’t made too many enemies….” fat chance, “….take your place in line, bad boy.” Hell….he’d have to queue, something he hadn’t needed to do for a year, since prefects traditionally pushed in at the front. 

  

“So I took a tray, and selected some starters, Ma’am,” he said, “then it was my main course, with dessert. I chose a table well out of the way, and anyway nobody seemed at all anxious to sit with me. I managed to avoid making any sound when sitting, albeit an effort following my first flogging, since the really rough raised ridges are always worse with a raw rear. It was a miserable meal, since I spent most of the time worrying about what was to follow. I’d been able to inspect my special timetable at my leisure, and it didn’t make fun reading. In addition to both The Dreadful Griffin and Angular Angela, The SS had set me down for a session of Swimming in Lesson 6. At least there wasn’t any uniform requirement, since as you know, all studs swim starkers. Even so, there was a nasty sting-in-the-tail, which we’ll reach presently. Eventually, the Canteen Monitor appeared at my elbow.”

 

“You can sodding well stay where you are when you’ve finished, Shanks,” said Sepia Celia, “since studs shouldn’t sneak out of their swishings, no matter what the circumstances.” He opened his mouth and shut it quickly, aware it would be one whack a word in the Quiet Canteen. As she ambled away, he wondered why she was worried? She’d been one of The Six Virgins in dorm 6V, and firmly on the shelf until relatively recently. He suspected her of being vitriolic vanilla, in addition to a shrinking violet….with everything each entailed. 

 

“I know it’s difficult regaling these accounts without adding to your agonies,” she said, “since you’ve already achieved five Disrespectful References, and various Vulgarities. So we’ll simply say six of the best onto your beat sheet to cover all eventualities.” Very reasonable. “Thank you, Ma’am,” he replied, “anyway, I finished my food, and stacked all the débris onto the tray. Then I waited whilst the Canteen emptied. Clearly, sodding Celia Harris had set me up to be Last Out, and thus likely late in Lesson 5.”

 

Still he sat quietly, and according to the Canteen clock it was 1.47pm when the remaining scholars left hurriedly. “Well….Wanker Boy Will,” said Regular Beating, “beware the lovely Lady scorned, since Sepia Celia’s passed me your particularly pert and punishable posterior on a plate….” the same sentiment, it seemed, “….for what it’s worth, you were always onto a hiding to nothing….” so to speak, “….as Gertrude had already asked me to ensure you were late for her lesson. Stand up….” he duly did so, “….a tight and taut tush, with those nice new Knackerpants. Bare your bottom, bad boy.”  

 

He lowered them, his knees knocking whilst his willy waved wildly. “Three more for the usual reason,” he said, “we’ll say staccato style in threes, so I suggest you grit your teeth firmly, otherwise it may be many more. I shall state the cut count on your behalf. As for contrition at the close, you may write it onto my beat sheet, as is usual for culpable canees in the Quiet Canteen.” He nodded and took a deep breath, knowing how difficult it would be to stay silent at this stage. 

 

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Yeeee..HEEE..EEEE, he yelped mentally, every sinew screaming. “Which is three,” said the teacher, “do try to stand still, since your knobbly knees are knocking….unless you were wanting one more whack for Incitement?” He shook his head, and held them hard with his hands. “If you hadn’t already heard,” he said conversationally, “you were set up by Terrence. He wanted to whack your particularly pert and punishable posterior again before you left school….” as sodding Shagger had said, “….and during discussions, so did several Staff….” ohh, “….thus, he was rooting around for a rusticational reason. Shagger certainly sourced one, but even if he hadn’t done so, something else would surely have sufficed. If only you’d volunteered a vapulation for a Saturday Apocryphal Schoolboy session, all this unpleasantness might have been avoided. However, I accept they appeal much more to subbies and switches.” So a sledgehammer to crack a nut….ouch….maybe not the best turn of phrase? He gritted his teeth again. 

 

“I suppose I should sign myself up for an Apocryphal Schoolgirl session soonest,” mused The Green Goddess, “in case he’s getting other ideas. But honestly, you ought to be flattered….a famous floggable fanny. Shagger’s neat little bottom is legendary, but not necessarily unique.”

   

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Yeowww..OWW..WOW, he gasped mentally. “There’s your six strokes, done and dusted, Wanker Boy Will,” said Regular Beating, “you’re down for one of my lessons one day next week, when I’ll be highly happy to hit your hiney hard….” wonderful, with one of the best beaters in the business, “….arise….” slowly, he stood. Ahhh….uhhh, he moaned silently as he raised his Knackerpants, “….and here’s my clip board, plus pen.” He accepted each. 

 

St Stricktlands School – Staff Beat Sheet for:-  Reginald Beesting 

       Sheet no:-84  School Term and Year:- Summer, LXXXIX 

For Staff use only. When all whacks on this sheet have been taken, it should be delivered to the School Secretary so that the punishments thereon may be transcribed onto the scholar’s Discipline Report. Please write neatly and legibly, otherwise penalties may be applied. 

 

“I saw from the sheet number how much discipline he’d dished,” he said, “and it was pretty impressive. I glanced down, and he’d headed the hits. Amazingly enough, there’d been no other infractions during this lunch hour….so all scholars had successfully stayed silent.”

 

4. Quiet Canteen: 

5. Shanks, William, Dorm 6X - Last Out: 3, BBBB: 3, Total: 6. 

6. Thank you for swishing me so soundly, Sir. Wanker Boy Will deserved all his discipline. 

 

“I picked up my bag of books, Ma’am,” he said, “and took my tray to the Crockery Collection Cache. It was already obvious from the Canteen clock how my first Detention was already winging its way. I didn’t bother to hurry unduly, since the damage was done. Then I made my way to the Teaching wings, for my first period of purgatory.

 

Room 218 

Taking another deep breath, he opened the door, and stepped inside to see The Dreadful Griffin standing by the blackboard. She smiled widely as he approached. “What time do you call this, Wanker Boy Will?” she purred, with an almost teasing tone. He glanced up at the wall clock, and called it 1.58pm. “I’m sorry to be so late, Ma’am,” he said instead, “but alas I was Last Out at lunch.” She shook her head. “Careless,” she said, “what whacks do you want, since you’re in excess of six minutes late?” He stitched the swishees’ smirk, often offered by culpable canees in class as a prelude to public punishment. It was the one which says wanly, ‘Hell….I know how much my hit hiney will hurt,’ and absolutely apt for the action. “Please, Ma’am,” he said, setting down his bag, “it should be six serious stingers….and a Detention dished.”  

 

She smiled widely, picked up her cane, and flexed it between her fingers. “Lower those nice new taut tight Knackerpants, bad boy,” she said, “and present your particularly pert and punishable posterior….” there it was again? “….you can show your stripes….” he pulled them down, his knobbly knees knocking, with his willy wavering wildly, “….you’ve already failed an erection inspection. It’ll be a nasty nine….exactly as I’d hoped. I always enjoyed dishing your discipline when you were in my English class whilst one of The Boys In Blue….” really? “….even though you never celebrated a VE Day, despite my every encouragement….” what in the world were they? Presumably it was nothing at all to do with Victory in Europe? ….so this will be welcome. Bend over, and we’ll begin your beating, bad boy. It’ll have to be staccato style in threes, although I’d prefer to take things slowly.” So she’d said earlier in Terrence’s study 

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“Yeeee..HEEE..EEEE….THREE,” he yelped loudly, “thank you, MA’AM.” 

 

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“Yikes..YIKES..YIKES….SIX,” he gasped, “six of your VERY best, thank you, MA’AM.” She stared down at him disconcertingly. “Turn around and face the class,” she ordered, so this would be both PWEP and Schadenfreude. He shimmied on the spot, and it was a sea of smiling faces. We know what you’re getting, said all the eyes, and hope it hurts. 

 

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“Yarooo..OOOO..HOOO….NINE,” he gasped, “a nasty nine, thank you, MA’AM. Thank you for my thorough thrashing, which I DO hope you found therapeutic….ohh,” he added as she stroked his stripes with the stick. “I’ll want a word with you after class,” she said, her voice full of pleasure, “so stay behind.” This didn’t bode well for the likelihood of Lateness into Lesson 6. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he muttered. “Sort yourself out and select a seat, Shanks,” she said, “you can take an otherwise empty bench, since you’re only with me the once….more’s the pity.” At least it was good to be wanted. “Ahhh….uhhh,” he gasped, before picking up his bag. Then he stepped stiffly away in the classic canee’s gait of guilt: Look At Me, it said to everyone, I’ve Just Been Caned. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he sat down, and as always the really rough raised ridges did their worst after the whacks. 

 

“It was an interesting English lesson, Ma’am,” he said, “since I’d forgotten just how good a teacher she is. My misfortune was to have Wibbly Wobbly Weobley for my A-Level year, and he’s not a patch on her. Still, what’s done is done, and it’s too late now to be bothered about it.” She nodded. “William Wordsworth Weobley,” she agreed, “nothing special I agree, in terms of teaching. So did you report to her at the end, as advertised?” He nodded.

 

Big Ben was striking for 2.30pm. “Tonight’s Preparation will be a four sheet essay entitled: Why sexism in society is unacceptable: Discuss,” she said, with a wide pout, “All rise.” The bell rang, and the scholars duly did so before quickly packing their books, and retreating rapidly. Quietly, he ambled towards her desk. “Please, Ma’am,” he muttered, “you wanted to see me, Ma’am.” She nodded, as she closed her own bag. “Kindly hand in your Prep to me on Sunday morning instead of next week,” she said, “I’m in study 7 on Level 1. Be there starkers at ten o’clock….” she licked her lips, “….although I really mean six minutes past the hour. Do you know why?”  

 

Not the slightest. “No, Ma’am,” he murmured. “Shagger knows the reason,” she said, “and so do all the other Cunt Casanovas….” he’d have to enquire, “….I’d like to show you a few things, which you may or may not enjoy, some of which he’s seen already….and survived.” He shivered. “If sodding Shagger can manage, Ma’am,” he muttered, “I expect I will as well.” She smiled widely. “Such arrogant ignorance,” she said, “actually it’s quite endearing….but high time you were taken down. Bare your bottom, and bend over again. This time though, we CAN take it gently. There was one whack from earlier, since you still haven’t learned your lesson about Sarcasm….” Oops, “….although it WAS thoroughly therapeutic, thanks.” My pleasure Ma’am, as his knobbly knees knocked again. 

 

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“One, thank you, Ma’am,” he said flatly, and just succeeding in claiming canees’ privilege. “Then there’s Sodding Shagger,” she said, “which is a Disrespect Reference, and a Vulgarity.” 

 

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“Ooo….two, thank you, Ma’am,” he gasped lightly. “You really will have to curb your tongue, Shanks. Otherwise you’ll be ending up with a VERY raw rear over the next few days.” 

 

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“Yeee….three, thank you, Ma’am,” he yelped, “I’m sorry about Sarcasm, and I’ll try to remember respect….ohh….ohh,” he added as again his seat was stroked with the stick. “Off you go,” she said, “you can do your Detention tomorrow evening, and I shall regard it as a favour if you select me as Supervisor. Your eight dozen Lines will be: I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.” She winked once, and was away. “Ahhh….uhhh,” he moaned as he raised his Knackerpants again, and followed her out of the room. According to the wall clock, it had been 2.34pm. As he’d suspected, he’d been set up a second time. Terrence had stated he’d need to Explain himself on Wednesday morning, and on present form, he’d be quite correct. He checked his special timetable again 

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Shanks, William, Dorm 6X – Rustication week – Friday afternoon (Prep: English, German) 

Lesson 5                 Mrs Gertrude Griffin          English                  Room 218 

Lesson 6                 Miss Angel Angle             German                  Room 104 

Lesson 7                 Mrs Edith Zippy                 Swimming              PT wing 

 

But a Sunday Special from a slut of her standing was utterly unexpected. He’d have to speak to sodding Shagger about what to expect, but only when they were equals. Otherwise he’d be caned for the crime of Questions….ignorance, in this instance. He’d also HAVE to learn a lot more respect….at least, in public. It wasn’t too far to his next destination. 

 

Room 104 

He opened the door, and stepped inside….oo..er, since there were just two words on the blackboard….Strafarbeit für Schenkel. Strafe-work would be the literal translation, but more colloquially it was Punishment. The other noun was a pretty good rendering of his surname. Her hair was bunched backwards in a bun, surely modelled on the mythical Miss Agatha Trunchbull….the horrid harridan from the mainstream movie, Matilda. She too smiled widely as he approached her desk and set down his bag, since it would surely be some stick? 

 

“Sie sind Deutscher Junge….Schenkel?” she asked in clipped tones which promptly put his penis pulsing. “Ja, Herrin,” he replied, since he certainly HAD been a German garçon. Clearly, she was another damn’ Domme, but then St Sticks was stuffed with them….so to speak. “Sehr gut,” she said, “und SEHR spät….was bedeutet das?” Obviously he was VERY late, and what it meant was equally so. “Bitte, Herrin,” he said into the silence, “Es sollten sechs Schläge für mich sein….” six of the best for him….what else? “….und natürlich auch eine Haft.” Definitely a dished Detention.  

 

She collected her cane, and flexed it firmly between her fingers. “Senken Sie Ihre Knackerpants,” she said sternly, “und bilden den Wilkel.” Beware of what you wish for, he reflected. He’d wondered what it would be like to form the angle for her, and now he was finding out. “Ein besonders frecher und strafbarer Hintern….” she said, to several sniggers. Alas the translation lost the alliteration, but it was essentially the same as The Headmaster’s earlier assertion, “….drei auf einmal.” So essentially staccato style in threes. 

 

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“Yeeee..HEEE..EEEE….DREI,” he yelped loudly, “danke, HERRIN.” Thank YOU, Mistress. 

 

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“Yarooo..OOO..HOOO….SECHS,” he yelped loudly, “sechs der besten, danke HERRIN.” Six of the best, but at least his cries of posterior pain needed no translation. “Aufstehen,” she ordered, and he arose. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned as she prodded his pulsing penis, “acht Zoll erotischen Genuss….” eight inches of erotic enjoyment, “….durch Schlagen belästigt werden....noch drei Schläge,” Being Bothered By Beating....and Three More. “UGHHH,” he moaned as she reached between his legs with the crook of the cane, and automatically he bent over again. 

 

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“Yeowww..OWWW..WOWW….NEUN,” he gasped, “eine böse neun, danke HERRIN. Danke für all meine Strafe.” Hopefully, this was all….unless she fancied finding further felonies for flogging? “Stehen, Schenkel….und setzen Sie sich schnell, auf einer leeren Bank,” she ordered, with added alliteration in another language. “Ahhh….uhhh,” he moaned as he raised his Knackerpants. Then he picked up his bag, and looked quickly for an otherwise empty bench. He offered the class the classic canees’ gait of guilt, and also the swishees’ smirk as he braved the sea of smiling faces. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he sat down, and again the really rough raised ridges reminded him of his raw rear. 

 

“I don’t remember the rest of the lesson, Ma’am,” he said, “since I spent most of it Leching Longingly Like A Loser. However, I was able to hold my own during the conversations….” even if he wasn’t able to….well, hold his own, “….finally, I heard Big Ben striking for a quarter past three, and the bell rang. I hadn’t expected to get away on time….and I didn’t do so. She’d previously set everyone’s Prep except mine, since apparently it was to be different.”

    

“Alle aufstieg,” she said, “Schenkel….kommen Sie hier.” The class all rose, packed their bags of books, and duly departed. Again, he ambled up to her desk as ordered. Then he waited for an agonizingly long time until she finished sorting herself out….presumably on purpose? “I daresay you can’t do my Detention tomorrow evening,” she said, reverting to English, “on the assumption Gertrude got in first….?” he nodded, “….so mine’s Monday. As regards your personal Prep, here’s something special. It’s a Vokabelverzeichnis….” vocabulary list, “….which I’d like you to learn….and then you can report to my study for a second Sunday Special….” really? “….to see how much you’ve achieved….” she licked her lips, “….I imagine the afternoon’s still free?”  

 

Again, he nodded. “It would be my personal penance, Ma’am,” he said slowly, “with plenty of posterior pain for failure.” Perhaps plus penile pleasure with pussy? “So we’ll say two o’clock, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, “at study 7 on Level 4 in the Staff wing.” She strutted out of the room, whilst he undressed her with his eyes. He’d always fancied her furiously during morning assembly, and now was his chance. Then he departed towards the locker area. Afterwards, it would be a long trek to the PT wing, and obviously he’d be well in excess of six minutes late again. 

 

“I located locker № 80, and deposited my bag of books, Ma’am,” he said, “then eventually reached the Swimming changing room. It was otherwise empty, with everyone already in the pool. Quickly, I stripped off, but still folding my clothes neatly. Then I discovered the sting-in-the-tail, which I mentioned to you before.”

 

Belatedly, he realized The SS had put him with one of the 4^th forms. Thus this was all going to be even more horrendously humiliating….obviously as intended. Idly, he Strayed up one of the hanging pleasingly pleated brown skirts. It was one of the rare occasions when it was possible without the whacks. So whose was it, as he looked at the label. Karen Eis….the dead-clever dark-haired damsel who cultivated a crisp kind of snappy sexiness. HOW he’d love to have an hour alone with her in a No Tell hotel when she was sixteen. With a slight smile, he ducked down, and then up inside it. “Uhhh,” he moaned as he inhaled her choice cunt scent.  

 

So whose was on the next peg? Yes….Kelly Morgan. “Uhhh,” he repeated his indecent actions. “When you’ve finally finished your filthy fun, Shanks….” said a vixen’s voice, “ohh….ohh,” he moaned, as a hand petted his punished posterior, “….simple Straying is six strokes, however holding your head in such an intimate area is almost akin to Pathetic Panty Perversion, which is worth a dozen due….twice over….” oops, “….although my action wasn’t properly professional, since I didn’t ask your permission first for a fondle. So as a quid pro quo, we’ll simply say you Spied separately,” very fair, “….I’ll meet you inside.” Then Mississippi padded away in her black work-wear.  

 

The Referee’s regalia was a warm woolly, with a seriously skimpy red-hot pair of hot pants, plus plimsolls….which was why he hadn’t heard her sneaking up on his sins. Surely, as he splashed through the foot-wash, she’d make a wonderful Miss Whiplash? OMG….it was COLD, but a foretaste of what was to follow. The water temperature was set at 70ºF, but felt like 40ºF. Indeed, there were always rumours about icebergs being sighted in the deep end. Shivering slightly, he padded into the pool area. She was standing sternly at the deep end, with the class swimming between the sides….PEEP went her whistle.  

 

He padded towards her, knobbly knees knocking and willy wavering wildly all the way. Was it like this on the long road to the gallows? “Stop swimming soonest….” she ordered, whilst waiting for them to reach dry land, “….here’s your treat. We’ve Wanker Boy Will….a rusticated prefect, for fun and frolics….” this didn’t sound good, “….he’s seriously late, so we’ll start with six strokes. Bend over for the benefit of the Brownie Babes and boys….staccato style in threes. A particularly pert and punishable posterior….” what was this, a running gag? “….which has clearly borne the brunt of beating.”  

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“Yeeee..HEEE..EEEE….THREE,” he yelped loudly, “thank you, MA’AM.” 

 

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“Yeouch..OUCH..OUCH….SIX,” he gasped, “thank you, MA’AM. Alas, I was unavoidably detained….” on reflection, wit wasn’t wanted. “Which counts as Omission of contrition, Shanks,” she said, primly, “so one more whack….and we’ll discuss Detention a little later. But what about any other crimes you could confess?” He took a deep breath. “It was Spying Up Skirts, Ma’am,” he said, “The Ice Maiden’s, and The Pirate’s in the changing rooms, Ma’am.” But why was his wavering willy going into overdrive? 

  

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“Yarooo..OOO..HOO….NINE,” he gasped loudly, “thank you, MA’AM.” 

 

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“Yeouch..OUCH..OUCH….TWELVE,” he gasped, “a dozen due, thank you, MA’AM….and further flogging for the usual reason please, Ma’am.” 

 

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“Yeowww..OWW..WOW….THIRDEEN,” he gasped, “thank you so much, MA’AM.”  

 

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“YIKES….FOURDEEN,” he shouted, “a forceful fourdeen, thank you, MA’AM….” formerly a sinful sixteen, “….I’m so sorry for all my sins….OHH,” he added as again his seriously sore stripes were stroked with the stick. “In you get, Shanks,” she said, “it will cool off your hot bot….” very good, “….then we’ll have Eis and Morgan show you some Sharks….fitting for such felonies.” He dived in athletically, and surfaced in the centre, treading water. It was like the sailor who’d survived the sinking ship, but was still sunk….so to speak.  

 

Then he saw two brown shapes swimming towards him underwater. “Ahhh….Ahhh….” he gasped as his nuts were knackered neatly, “….ughhh,” he spluttered as he was sucked under by his scrotum. “Serves you right, Shanks,” said Karen Eis in some sort of seductive soprano, after he’d struggled to the surface again, “….another time you can do mine with me in them, Shanks,” added Kelly Morgan. When he’d finished coughing, they’d dived again and disappeared back to the side.  

 

“I think you should consider making a proper penance with these two innocent young Ladies, Shanks,” she said, “so I suggest Voluntary Victim nights with both their dorms this evening. You should be able to achieve successive split slots with the Knackies and The h♀♀kers.” He shook his head. “I’m already spoken for, Ma’am,” he replied, “but might I suggest Saturday….starting after Detention Class.” She smiled sweetly, “Which would work well, Shanks,” she agreed, “with about an hour in each.”

 

“Obviously I’m going to be busy, Ma’am,” he said, “anyway, we spent the next quarter hour swimming, and then Mississippi blew her whistle again.”

 

PEEP “…it’s always been my practice, Shanks,” she said, when all were assembled in a long line, “….to pick on prefects previous and present….” also new nax, “….I invite them to make an exquisite exhibitionistic entrance, with Walk The Plank….” oo..er, yes, MA’AM, “….I suppose it’s particular pertinent with The Pirate’s presence….” as usual, wit was fine by a teacher, “….this will try to take you down to Davy Jones’ Locker….” she held up a 7lb diving brick, “….so hopefully you’re a strong swimmer.” In the circumstances, so did he. “Ohh,” he moaned as she tied it tightly to his testicles by a pink Rope Of Rack And Ruin. “The elasticized cord is a little less long than the depth of water….Wanker Boy Will….” she said, as several sluts and studs sniggered, “….so after you’ve jumped, you should strike straight out for the shallows….” she handed him the brick, “….take your Cross, and follow me….” very biblical, as he padded after her obediently, “….now up the steps, to the highest diving board.” 

 

Easier said than done, since he had to climb the ladder left-handed. As he reached the top, he was acutely aware of all eyes on him. Tentatively, he took two steps forward. “Throw it in,” she called out imperiously, “and follow quickly.” He stood on the very end, in evident erectile excitement. For the very first time, he felt good about all eyes upon him. What would it be like to edge endlessly? Was this the start of a slippery slope into exhibitionism? Almost disdainfully, he dropped the brick….splash. Still he waited several more seconds, parading his pulsing penis like a peacock. “AYEEEEE….” he shouted as his scrotum was suddenly stretched, “….Geronimo.”  

 

Finally, he hurled himself off into the abyss….SPLASHH. He struggled back to the surface, even as the brick continued its journey into the depths. “Ughhh….AHHH,” he spluttered as he was pulled back underneath, as the Rope Of Rack And Ruin still stretched his scrotum. “AHHH….ughhhh….AHHH,” he gasped again and again as he struck out for safety. The brick bumped slowly uphill along the pool floor, and it was terribly tough on his tormented testicles. Even though, he was still enjoying sight of the standing scholars, all staring down at him. Several studs’ shafts were straining, and some sluts were stroking themselves where they shouldn’t.