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.
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