Last Interlude
Big Ben was striking for 6pm when he was waiting in the Teaching wings along with all the other detainees of the day. He hadn’t bothered to check the list of available classes, since his Supervisor had already been selected. Holding Detentions on Saturday evenings was itself studied sadism by the school, since it broke up the weekend. “Hello….Wanker Boy Will,” said some sort of seductive soprano from behind him.
He turned to see two Brownie Babes, both wearing their Short Shirts. OMG….it was Karen Eis and Kelly Morgan. “We may as well do our Detentions together,” said The Pirate, “and then we can escort you along to the Dorm wings afterwards….” a good plan, “….we wouldn’t want to have you kidnapped by any less deserving dorms….” no….We wouldn’t, “….did you have a particular preference for Supervisor?” He nodded. “The Dreadful Griffin asked me to choose her,” he said, “which I shall duly do.” Then they saw two teachers approaching along the corridor.
“Follow me,” said Fuck Me Senseless, “those which wish.” There was the inevitable rush of dudes in her direction. As always, the lovely Lisa McFee-Sven-Sless was a popular property. “We’re with you, Ma’am,” he murmured to Gertrude Griffin, who smiled widely. “Thanks….Shanks,” she replied, “it’s better than being with the Woolwich.” The wonderful witticism based on the building society of old. Together, with several other dutiful detainees, they followed her.
Room 232
“Everyone will stay standing,” she ordered, as they padded inside. Together they took one of the front benches, with him in the centre. Then he saw something on the seats which he’d not met previously. He knew them to be specially constructed rubber mats. “The usual rules apply,” she said, “does anyone NOT have any Lines already set….?” there was a surly silence, “….you may sit down and begin your work. Since it’s a Saturday, with no Prep, you can continue writing until seven. Should you finish beforehand, stand at your seat.” He gritted his teeth. “Ahhh….” he gasped as the fine matrix of short semi-sharp steel spikes dug into his sensitive seat, “….ahhh….ahhh,” he heard from the Brownie Babes, and similar sentiments all around the room. Then he took a sheet of paper.
St Stricktlands
Putting the oo back into school
Use for one dozen Lines, and add continuation sheets as necessary. Ensure this and all others are correctly identified and totalled. Care should be taken to see there are no errors or omissions in your work. Any such sheet will be rendered Inadmissible, and the appropriate penalty applied. In particular the placement and positioning of all apostrophes must be chosen with extreme care. The intermediate spacing should only be used for long Lines. Credit will be given for neat and orderly work.
Scholar name: Shanks, William Set by: Mrs Gertrude Griffin
Scholar dorm: 6W Supervisor (if applicable): Mrs Gertrude Griffin
Date set: Detention date (if applicable)
Oops….since he’d used his old dorm out of habit. Neatly, he tore the sheet in half and took another. This time he made it 6X, before adding the dates. Furtively, he glanced at the Brownie Babes sheets. Uh..huh….since he saw the name of Alixander Fall on each. The teacher was always one to dish Detentions, simply for being unable to draw. Indeed, he’d suffered several such himself, having been a Brownie Boy in Alix The Phallix’ Art class.
1. I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.
There were soft sniggers from either side of him as they saw his sins. But now it was time to put his brain back onto autopilot. It had been almost a year since he’d last done a Detention, and he’d almost forgotten how horrid they were. Obviously, sodding Shagger’s Natty New Seats Of Learning made matters much worse….at least from a posterior perspective. He turned his brain to other events of the afternoon, starting with the Challenge match. Of especial annoyance had been the sight of sodding Shagger. He’d still been dressed as the Sadistic Screw, and accompanied by two fetching floozies, one under each arm.
He hadn’t recognized them, so presumably they were so-called Templar Tarts? They were dressed for the game, and wearing pink GIM uniform….Garments Inciting Misery. It included Crop Tops, which were a clever take on an existing garment. They were simply supposed to be sexily short….but not normally with nude nipples as a facilitation of taking taps to the tits. Their Shaming Shorts came complete with cut-outs at the back, with both buttocks bared….and what was called a cunt-out at the front.
“Hello again, Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “I first met these lovely Ladies on my Exchange last year….” at the time, he’d thought sodding Shagger had drawn the short straw, but perhaps not? “….may I present the Twins….?” odd….since they were no such thing, “….Gemini Hacker and Gemini Fletcher….” very droll, and apparently an astronomical joke, “….normally known as Hacker The Knacker and Fletcher The Stretcher….” Oops, “….however they’ll be playing in the prefects’ match, so you’ll be spared their not-so tender mercies….” such a shame, “….this is William Shanks, famous for his fancy….as you can see….” proudly, he postured his penis, hoping to impress with his prowess? “….you ARE doing well, Will….without waving your willy wildly….” was he getting to enjoy exhibitionism? “….you may kiss their hands….” he bowed slightly and did so, “….he’s in our year, and a recently rusticated prefect….” thanks a bunch, “….do excuse us.” Then they waltzed away, with sodding Shagger firmly fondling both fannies in familiar fashion.
6. I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.
Equally annoying had been Harry Herbert Orwell, who he remembered was sodding Shagger’s third cousin, a relationship only recently unearthed. He too had been handling the hineys of another two blonde beauties….with equally bonkable bushes.
“Hello, Sir….” he said, as ever apparently unable to accept his reduced status, even though they were presently equals, “….may I introduce you to two of my firm friends on the Templar team….” he smiled again, his shaft still straining, “….this is Lee Abigail Lute….known as Absolutely, or Ab Fab….after the heritage TV sit-com.” Yes….with Joanna Lumley. She was simply stacked, and he wasn’t even a boobs boy, “Hello….big boy,” she said in a dark dusky contralto voice, “what’s your name?”
He shivered slightly. “I’m William Shanks, Ma’am,” he murmured, “and looking forward to playing Naccarim with you….” or indeed anything else, “….and this is Jane Fonda….” obviously not the ancient Actress of the same name? “….Mmmm,” she murmured, “eight inches of erotic enjoyment….” another dark dusky contralto, “….a pity we’re pupils In The Pink....” SOD his wretched rustication, “….uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned as they both shook his shaft. “I’ll explain your position to them presently, Sir,” said Horrible Harry, as he too guided them away, softly stroking their seats.
11. I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.
“Ohh….ohh….ohh,” he whispered as two hands handled his thighs, one from each side. He’d wondered how long it would be before the Brownie Babes started Languishing Along Lads’ legs, and the answer was Not Much. His shaft strained from the sudden stimulation, however he knew what would happen next. Sure enough, The Ice Maiden raised her arm. “What is it, Eis?” asked Gertrude Griffin. “Please, Ma’am,” she replied, “Shanks has just been Stroking Sluts’ Slits….mine, in this instance.” He didn’t look up, however he could see her standing sternly in front of his desk. “Is this true, bad boy?” she asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, perjuring himself in the process. Always Admit The Accusation, read the unwritten rule, Even If It Isn’t True. Innocent young Ladies were always believed implicitly at St Sticks, with the dose of derrière discipline doubled for a denial. “Kindly step out here, Shanks,” she said, “with Eis and Morgan.” Slowly, they padded to her desk. He glanced around the room, and everyone else was keeping their heads down. Perusal of punishment in progress was a further floggable felony, for which he’d suffered his share of swishings in the past.
“I understand you two terrors can wield the weapon,” she said, “so apply three each in the staccato style. Then there’ll be three by me for B4….bend over, bad boy. You can offer contrition at the close.” She passed the cane to Karen Eis, who smiled widely as he assumed the Position. The Pirate stared down into his eyes, for another huge helping of PWEP….plus Schadenfreude, in spades. “Ohh….Ma’am,” muttered The Ice Maiden, “it’s such a particularly pert and punishable posterior.” So even the Brownie Babes appreciated his arse. “My point precisely,” replied the teacher, smoothly.
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“Yeeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” he yelped, “thank you, MA’AM.” Second and subsequent staccato style strikes stung much more, since they landed on the same spot. Then The Ice Maiden appeared before him, with Kelly Morgan commanding the cane.
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“Yeowww..OWWW..WOWW….SIX,” he gasped, “thank you, MA’AM.” OMG….she’d be so screwable at sweet sixteen. Then the teacher took charge of the tanning.
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“Yarooo..OOO..HOO….NINE,” he gasped, “a nasty nine, thank you, MA’AM. I deserved all my derrière discipline.” There were three separate sniggers. “Stand up, Shanks,” she said, “get back to your bench. The first thing you can do is to stroke some slit, since you’ve already paid the perjured penalty.” At least they’d been rumbled, as they padded back. “AHHH,” he gasped, since sodding Shagger’s sodding seats were now much worse with the whacks.
Anyway, it was time for his reward. “Uhhh….uhhh,” she moaned, fetchingly. “I’ve found five floozies who were unable to keep their eyes off a rusticated prefect being beaten by Brownie Babes,” said Gertrude Griffin, “they know who they are, so step out here.” Interesting….as he saw six silhouettes slide past him. “I didn’t see you, bad boy,” she said, “so thank you for your honesty. What’s your name and dorm?” There was a second’s silence.
“Please, Ma’am,” was the reply, “it’s Pye, Simon, of dorm 6G. I couldn’t resist peeking at his particularly pert, punishable and punished posterior.” She giggled girlishly. “So it’s Spy,” she said, “of the six Gays, who was….well, spying at Shanks’ sore seat?” Apparently, his hit hiney even appealed to a gay guy? Perhaps he ought to be flattered?
12. I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.
Sheet (1) of (8)Then he took a second sheet and headed it up before retreating into the annals of memory….back onto the playing fields, with Primula Proffer. She too had worn the Referee’s regalia, except unlike Have A Thrash, hers was perfect for Leopard-skin Lucy. The bad boys had retained their numbers from the earlier cross-country run, and those on the Tanningtown team had apparently arrived with theirs already applied.
OMG….even her football boots matched. Idly, he wondered what it would be like to take a trample with the Walkover onto his torso….and tool? PEEEEP….went her whistle. “A warm welcome to all Templar Tarts and tanners today,” she said, “for the inaugural inter-school Naccarim Challenge. Your Mr Rory Hyde will referee for the prefects. Presumably he’s known as Rawhide, after the ancient TV series….?” there were several nods, so obviously his ability in the administration of the agonies was well-founded? “….the scores for both games will be totalled together, and the trophy awarded accordingly. I note our visitors have also been issued with Naccatape, which was a recent innovation for the game by prefect David Shagton….” she looked around, “….after a fella’s floored, the guilty girl is allowed to make him her balls bulb boy….” it was clear from the evil expressions this found favour, “….who’s Tanningtown captain for the pupils In The Pink?”
One hand arose. “Please, Ma’am,” said a swarthy soul, “I’m Coe, William, of The Six Wankers.” She smiled. “Wilco,” she said wittily, “it’s customary to name teams after the captains, so you’d best be Wilco’s Wonders. Who do we have from St Sticks? “Rhys, Theresa, Ma’am,” said a singularly sexy specimen. Hell….hadn’t she humped Horrible Harry AND sodding Shagger? “The Token Straight Slut from The Six Lezzies,” she mused, “so it’ll be Rhys’s Racers….” she held up a coin, “….we’ll take the Toss-off….our Visitors can call.” He watched whilst she flipped a coin into the air, and caught it expertly “Tools, Ma’am,” he said, with his penis pulsing. “So it is,” she replied, “so you can kick off….places, everyone.” PEEP.
His memory turned towards the sixth Scrunch….the one with his streak to stardom, and the moment of glory which had followed. As always, there were four fellas first, with two sinful sluts behind them. They were to protect the integrity of the front row, with one hand cupping each crotch. He’d been the bad boy at the back, known as the Lucky Bugger. His lot in life was to have his arms around the wenches’ waists….alas not handling their hineys. He’d unexpectedly retrieved the ball, and hadn’t been marked. He’d run well with it….whilst being hotly pursued by a phalanx of furious floozies.
“Knacker’im….knacker’im,” he heard several shouts from an appreciative audience as he ran for his life….well, balls. Alas, the booted beauties could make better speed than him barefoot. With seconds to spare, he placed the ball on the ground over the Touch-up line….PEEP. “Well run, Shanks,” said the referee. “I’ll get you for this outrage,” muttered a Templar Tart, clearly some sort of sore loser.
He’d watched whilst Racy Tracy had successfully taken the Convulsion, wondering with worry whether this would be his own fate? Alas, it had been the case a little later, immediately after the other team had scored for the first time. Then he’d duly been the….well, sore loser.
“Celia Eire can do the honours, Ma’am,” said Wilco, “since it seems Sierra’s got a grudge against Shanks.” Oops….as he lay down, legs apart. She strutted up to him, and smilingly placed the football onto his best bits. “Huhh,” he huffed as she stroked herself softly where she shouldn’t. “The fear in fellas’ eyes always gets me just there,” she said, taking several steps back, and he girded his gonads for grief. “AYEEEEE,” he shouted as it was kicked off his crotch….PEEP went the whistle for what was the equalizer.
Mentally he moved to the close of the game, when Big Ben had struck for 3.15pm.
PEEEEP….went the final whistle, and they’d won by a whisker. Now it was time for the Tanningtown tawse. “It will be one tap to the tush for each point scored against your team,” she said, “so it’s six for Wilco’s Wonders and five for Rhys’s Runners. I understand we’ve St Templars to thank for the phrases of Being Bothered By Beating, and also The Position For Pain….” by James sodding Stainham, “….who also suggested today’s events in a Templar Treatise….” something he hadn’t known, “….is Stun’em here today….? he saw an arm raised, “….see me afterwards, since I’d like to show him my appreciation personally….” doubtless some screwing in her study, for another confounded Cunt Casanova.
Apparently, he’d also fucked Jane Fonda, “….when last revising the rules for Naccarim, our august Head of PT followed our Sister school’s lead. They now include a tap to the testicles following failure of an erection inspection….” there were several sniggers from the sluts, “….however her Crop Tops enable easy examination of naughty nipples….” there were looks of horror, as several sluts massaged their mammaries and moaned, “….with a tap to the twat for those who fail….” she smiled sweetly, “….in a spirit of egalitarian equality….which I reckon includes ALL the guilty girls.” Not before time either, since the deviant damsels had been let off lightly for too long.
He’d had his five from Fonder, followed by an acute agony. He’d have liked to return the favour, however she’d been done by the time it was his turn. At least he’d been able to tap Ab Fab’s tush six times….and then her blonde bush. After the participating prefects had finally finished flogging each other’s fannies and fancies, both teams and teachers had all assembled in front of The Headmaster to hear the overall result.
“The totals scores were St Templars with twelve,” he said, “and ten for St Sticks. I therefore declare Tanningtown to take the Trophy this year….” there was sustained applause, as he handed it over to the two visiting captains, “….we look forward to our revenge next summer….” mild mirth, “….there will now be optional tours round the school until dinner. The coach will depart at eight of the clock this evening. However, Visitors will be welcome to spend the night in our Quivis....” dorm Q, for Any You Please, “….or anywhere else….” he winked once, “….although they will have to make their own arrangements for repatriation by train tomorrow morning, at their own expense.”
Lucky BASTARDS….as it was a dime to a dozen sodding Shagger would be fucking one of The Twins….or both, as a Bi-some threesome. Worse still was the possibility of H2O poking Fonder and Ab Fab. Although all were pupils In The Pink, the latter weren’t St Sticks’ scholars, so perhaps outside the usual rule requirements? Alas, he could do nothing about it.
9. I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.
Memory turned towards his frightful fagmistress, and his afternoon fagging session. She’d started with some six strokes of the stick, as carried forward from Friday. Whilst he was serving her dinner, she’d told him about her time of tanning taken from Terrence. She’d been sitting on a fluffy cushion, clearly in order to help her hit and hurting hiney. It seemed she’d spent some time in Sue Sweet’s office first. There’d been a notice on her door asking all apocryphers to enter on arrival. Apparently, they’d listened in on Richard Sharp.
“Hello, Shirley,” said The SS, “this is somewhat unexpected, since I see you’re playing In The Pink. Presumably you’re partaking of punishment as an Apocryphal Scholar?” She nodded. “Yes, Sue,” she replied, “it’s because of something Shagger said to me recently. I know Iron Will’s been rusticated, and one reason was Terrence wanting to whack his particularly pert and punishable posterior before it leaves school. So this is an insurance policy, in case he’s getting any other ideas.”
There was a soft snigger, “Interesting indeed,” the School Secretary replied, “since Rick The Prick said something similar only a few minutes ago. Shagger’s already been swished soundly, having stripped starkers for his session. However, I warn you he’s now dressed Dominantly with the prison Warder wear….” oops….so he was up to his old tricks again, “….Terrence is already applying Richard Sharp’s starting six strokes. Do you know the traditional tanning template….?” she nodded,
“Based around the rather rare Rapid Responses,” she confirmed, “without cut count, suitable salutation or any affirmation of appreciation,” The SS took back the thread. “….after which the role-play is extempore….” made up as you go along, “….although be warned, you always end up with eighteen….” now was her chance to effectively experience The Big One, “….I’ll turn up the intercom, and we’ll hear how they’re getting on.” Probably painfully, she suspected?
“Please, Sir,” said Rick The Prick, “it should be a second six, to show me some Superiority, Sir.” There was a short silence. “Perhaps the Sadistic Screw should swish you, Sharp,” he said, “since I understand Shagger has suffered a weekly ex gratia penance with you during Private Study all year, which being unmerited was graciousness indeed.” Ohh. “Yes….Çur,” he said, “I suppose it’s sodding so.” There was a second silence.
“Well, wanker boy,” said Shagger sternly, “as indeed you advised me on my original Autumn Arrival Afternoon. It was when you and Wanker Boy Will both declined to shake my hand….” so this was probably payback time? “….I shall certainly show you who’s Superior. But just for the record, I’m a sixdy-sixdy switch….” six dozen to the gross, or even-steven, “….since I’m….” SLAPP “….not….” SLAPP….” SLAPP “….simply….” SLAPP “….a….” SLAPP “….sodding….” SLAPP “….subbie…..geddit?” There was more silence, following the series of six slaps. “Yes, SIR,” he said softly. “It’ll be the six stingers as you suggested,” Shagger continued, “staccato style in threes….with extras at the end. They’re for mentally misspelling the salutation complete with cedilla, the second for such shocking Sarcasm, and another for the Vulgarity.” All entirely his own fault.
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“Yeeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” he yelped, “thank you, SIR.”
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“Yeouchh..OUCH..OUCH….SIX,” he gasped, “six of the best, thank you, SIR.”
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“YAROOO..OOO..HOO….NINE,” he gasped, “a nasty nine, thank you SIR. I really AM grateful to you for all your efforts over the year, and should have said so, Sir.” There was another silence. “Three more from me for the usual reason, Sharp,” said The Headmaster, “and I would be appreciative if you could kindly make it value-for-money with the Wild West Words after the first two. It will enable me to remember your raw rear, so to speak. Rest assured I am not considering rustication in your case.”
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“YEEEE..HAAAA….EIGHT,” he gasped, “a straight eight, thank you, SIR.” There were two separate sniggers. “Excellent,” he said, “and now the coup de grâce.” Colloquially called the Cut Of Grace.
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“YIKES..NINE,” he gasped, “another nasty nine, thank you, SIR. Thank you for all my thrashings over the years, Sir. I think they were thoroughly therapeutic.” There was another silence. “Sort yourself out, Sharp,” said Iain Terrence Hayter, “leave the door open on your way out. Miss Sweet….do we have any more apocryphers waiting?” Easily answered. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, “another unexpected entry. It’s The Green Goddess….and apparently for much the same reason as Sharp.”
Then the study door opened, and a chastened and chastised Richard Sharp appeared. He was walking with the classic canees’ gait of guilt….hardly surprising in the circumstances: Look At Me, I’ve Just Been Caned, it said to the world. “Mmmm,” she said, “those Knackerpants seem several sizes too small. They really ARE terrifically taut and tight.” The SS smiled. “Perchance they’re Iron Will’s?” she asked. “Yes,” he confirmed, glowering, “I borrowed them from him this morning. But it’s all yours, Shirley….and sodding Shagger’s in there as well….” he scowled, “….were you both Eavesdropping….?” she nodded, “….I’ll return the favour, if Sue has no objection….?” The SS shook her head, “….I’m happy to stay standing.”
She started the short walk towards her destination of doom, her heart thumping. Then she stepped inside, and sure enough she could see two Superior Sirs. The Headmaster was wielding the weapon as expected, though Shagger certainly seemed similarly so as the Sadistic Screw. “Please, Sir….” she said loudly, and for the benefit of her auditory appreciative audience, “….my teacher sent me for the cane….” her voice trailed off whilst she waited for the usual misunderstanding. “I’m a bit busy, guilty girl,” he said impatiently, “and I really haven’t time for this right now, so assume the Position immediately.” She stared at him with mock horror. Nevertheless, she bent down for a beating.
Hadn’t she always been a goody two-shoes, and never before felt a flogged fanny? Even so, she’d always wondered about the whacks….whilst wanting them as well. “Ohh…ohh….” she gasped as he raised her pleasingly pleated pink skirt, and draped it across her back, “….OHH,” she added as he pulled down her naughty knickers with the crook of the cane. She gritted her teeth, as Shagger stared at her sadistically….Swishhhthwackkk “….Oww….but Sir….” Swishhhthwackkk “….Oww….but….but….SIR….” Swishhhthwackkk “….Oww….SIR….it wasn’t….” Swishhhthwackkk “….Oww….Sir….I didn’t mean….” although on the other hand, maybe she might? Swishhhthwackkk “….Oww….hit me harder, Sir,” SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW….thank you, Sir. I’d only called to collect a replacement rattan, but deep down I desperately desired derrière discipline. Perhaps I should be put properly in my place from this second suitably Superior Sir.”
She saw him hand the cane to Shagger. “Even though we’re married, darling,” he said, using their private parlance, “I strongly suspect you’ve been screwing around again whilst I’ve been away at work. So I shall swish you soundly for your sexual sins.” Excellent….since one of their favourite fantasies was role-playing the wronged spouse. “Perhaps Sir should slap me around,” she suggested, “and also apply some stick to the slit.” He knew she was a pussy pain slut. “Confess your crimes,” he said, “with one word, the same style as Sharp.” SLAPP “….Ahhh….screwing….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….studs….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….is….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….so….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….sinful….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….Sir.” She saw him smile. “It’ll be three conventional cuts,” he said, “and then the cane to your cunt, so spread your legs.”
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“Yeeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” she yelped, wiggling her waist, “thank you, SIR.”
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“URGHHH….URGHHH….URGHHH….SIX,” she gasped in pussy pain, still wiggling, and jumping up slightly, “six thank you so much, SIR. I’m so sorry I screwed the milkman again….and postman….and TV repairman.” She knew he always appreciated her wicked sense of humour. “One each for Incitement and Rising Without Permission, darling,” he said, “with a third for being a Cocky Little Blighter….” exactly as she’d hoped, “….which you can take to the tush.”
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“Yikes..YIKES..YIKES….NINE,” she gasped, “a nasty nine, thank you SIR.” OMG….he could cane cunts convincingly. “We can continue this conversation on Monday evening, darling,” he said, “however you’ll have to excuse me now. The coach from Tanningtown Templar should be here shortly, and there are various vixens on the teams I want to meet again. I’m hoping to offer them a tour around St Sticks after the Naccarim matches have been concluded….” including some screwing in his study? “….possibly,” he confirmed, his mind reading abilities not being bad for a mere male.
He mouthed her a kiss, and strode out of the study. “Would you care to comment anything about naughty nipples?” asked Iain Terrence Hayter. “Please, Sir,” she replied, “guilty as charged, Sir.” He nodded knowingly. “Might I too flog your fancy, as opposed to fanny?” Hell, yes. “Certainly, Sir,” she replied.
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“UGHHH..URGHHH..URGHHH….NINE,” she gasped, “another….uhhh….nasty nine, thank you so much Sir….uhhh. I know I needed them for my nipples’ naughtiness.” OMG….she was so wet. “Sort yourself out, guilty girl,” he said, “and get going. Should you wish to explore your filthy fantasies further, feel free to attend my Flat one evening, by appointment. Do we have any more apocryphers waiting, Miss Sweet?” he asked into the air. “Not at the moment, Sir,” The SS replied, as slowly, she stood up. “Yes, Sir….ahhh….uhhh,” she added as her naughty knickers scraped over her sensitive spots.
Then she replaced her skirt, and stepped stiffly from the study. “I don’t quite understand why Shagger was there in the first place, Sue?” she asked, “or why he was so dressed….although I’m not complaining. It enabled me to stimulate my small submissive side, and I enjoyed it immensely.” She smiled. “His attendance was a reward for the promotion of these punishments,” she explained, “which by your presence, plus prefect peer, would appear to have borne fruit.”
Then another apocrypher arrived. “I’m all done…Dunn….” she said wittily, to What’s He Done, “….so step straight inside the study,” added The SS. “I rather recall Henry Dunn-Watts was one of The Six Canees last year, Sue,” she said as they watched him walk away, “so he craves caning at all costs.” Since 6C was one of the so-called CP dorms. “He’s not missed a Saturday so far, Shirley,” she agreed amiably. She walked away, aware she too had adopted the gait of guilt.
5. I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.
Somehow, he was on the seventh sheet, and might even finish? At least he’d been able to set The Green Goddess straight about Shagger.
“Thank you for sharing about your Apocryphal Scholar Saturday, Ma’am,” he said, “and also of my firm friend, Richard Sharp. However, I can help you with David Shagton’s uniform. We both partook a cross-country run, but were accosted by The Amaz♀ns. We were taken to Amaz♀nia in The Dell, but were arrested by PC Thor Thring. I was knocked out with a phial of Chloral Hydrate, and awoke in a cell in Stern Hall, with him and David Shagton as Sadistic Screws. Then I took a time of testicular torments on The Professor’s patent Knackering Machine….Ten:PM:GMT.” She smiled slightly. “Apparently you’ve further to follow this evening, as a voluntary victim to the Knackies?” He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed.
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