Last Interlude
Suddenly, he was aware of The Ice Maiden standing beside him, followed seconds later by The Pirate. He glanced across at their Lines. “You’re the first,” said the teacher, “so step out again for your Closure Canings.” With difficulty, he closed his ears and concentrated on his own work. From now on it would be worse, with more detainees dished due discipline. Desperately, he increased his writing speed, hoping this wouldn’t be at the expense of accuracy? All errors rendered the sheets Inadmissible, which were doubled and done again during another Detention. Suddenly, he was finished. “Ohh,” he whispered as he stood up, and his seat was separated from the spikes.
“Just under the wire by a whisker, Wanker Boy Will,” said the teacher wryly, “everyone else should stop writing, and await their whacks….” she motioned him forward, “….six of the best, it seems….including three for posturing your pulsing penis so provocatively….” she licked her lips, “….hand me your Short Shirt, since it will be a naked caning….” slowly, he did so, “….the same as when we celebrate a VE Day….” he’d HAVE to find out what they were all about? “….Edith tells me you’re going to be a voluntary victim this evening….” was EVERYONE aware of it? “….I’ll drop this into dorm 6X a little later. It will mean no defenestration by The Brownie Babes, so I’ve saved you some swishing.” At least six strokes, maybe more….unless he’d spunked? “Thank you, Ma’am,” he said, as he assumed the Position again.
Swishhthwackkkkk Swishhthwackkkkk Swishhthwackkkkk
“Yeeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” he yelped, “thank you, MA’AM.”
Swishhthwackkkkk Swishhthwackkkkk Swishhthwackkkkk
“Yeowww..WOWW..OWWW….SIX,” he gasped, “six of the best, thank you, MA’AM. Thank you for swishing me so soundly, Ma’am….ohh,” he added as his stripes were stroked with the stick. “Report to my study tomorrow morning at eleven o’clock, Shanks,” she said curtly, “now disappear, since I’ve several more sinners to swish.” Completely confidently he stood up, and without his willy waving wildly.
She stared at it for a long second. “Eight inches of erotic enjoyment,” she muttered, as he padded away. Surely he was making progress with pussy? “Ill met by moonlight….Wanker Boy Will,” said Kelly Morgan, as he emerged into the corridor, “what happened to your Short Shirt?” He shrugged. “I’m afraid The Dreadful Griffin kept it in order to prevent defenestration, Mesdemoiselles,” he replied, “thus saving me a trip to the Curfew Monitor at half past nine.” They grinned. “So your uniform no longer protects you,” said Karen Eis, “and it means the No-Knackering-Outside-Your-Year no longer applies….” oh, dear, “….since you’re wearing Naccatape, you can be our balls bulb boy….well, you would anyway in dorm, but now we get another go at your gonads.”
He adopted the Position For Pain, whilst waiting for the worst. “UGHHH….UGHHH,” he gasped, as his scrotum was squeezed, similar to an old-fashioned motorcar horn from yesteryear, “….BEEP BEEP,” he added with the sickly smile required in such circumstances. It was similar to the so-called swishees’ smirk. She released him, however it was a temporary respite. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped at another two tugs by Kelly Morgan.
“Do feel free to….well, feel free,” said Karen Eis, as they started away, with one Brownie Babe on each side, “We saw your looks of lust….” rumbled, “….let me know if you want to go onto my Screwing Schedule….” presumably her dalliance diary? “….we’ll both be deflowered next February, so any time in April will work well….ohh….you RUDE wretch,” she added as he fondled their flogged fannies. So what they’d just done to him didn’t count? But thus it was ever the case at St Sticks, with one rule for the wretches, and none at all for the innocent young Ladies. Even so, he was still happy with their offer. Earlier, he’d seen two confounded Cunt Casanovas with Templar Tarts in tow. He had to agree it….well, felt good, even if in his case they were only Brownie Babes’ bare bottoms.
“I suppose it’s sodding Shagger who’s doing the dirty deed, Karen?” he asked sourly as they reached the Dorm wings entrance hall. They passed the Curfew Monitor’s desk, empty at this early hour. “It’ll be a traditional threesome with him and Relay,” she said demurely, “I’m reckoning on being Relayed first….and Shaggered second. I’m sure a slit of such stature should command two Cunt Casanovas craving coitus.” True….so Raymond Lee strikes yet again. “Please mark me down….Ma’am….” he muttered as they started up the empty stone steps. They weren’t exactly echoing, since they were all barefoot, “….and you too if you wish….Ma’am,” he added for The Pirate’s benefit. “I’ll make a note in my Penis Provider,” replied The Pirate, as they reached the Level 1 landing.
“I do ask for a deposit of derrière discipline,” said Karen Eis, “it’s six strokes, Shanks. I’ll attend your study on Friday at five o’clock following restoration, to collect payment….” damn her arrogance, but he knew he’d do it. “Yes, MA’AM….” he muttered, as they rounded the quadrangle corridor, “….it can’t be any more humiliating than you caning me in class.” She sniggered softly, “….to be flogged in front of your fags.” Things Can Always Get Worse, he reflected upon the unwritten rule as they reached their destination. The journey from the Teaching wings had seemed short, but Time Flies when you’re having fun. “I’ll look forward to later….wanker boy,” said Kelly Morgan, fluttering her eyelashes at him in fetching floozy fashion.
Dorm 4K
The Knackies
Then she was away. “She’d make a good Hooker, Ma’am,” he suggested, as he watched her waist wiggle. “It’s her plan B, Shanks,” Karen Eis replied, “in case she flunks her O-Levels, and fails to make it into the 6th form.” Fair enough, as he pushed open the dorm door. “After you, Ma’am,” he said courteously, as he followed her inside. There were a further five fetching floozies, all wearing their Short Shirts and nothing else. “Good evening, Shanks,” said a Superior soul, holding a brown leather body harness. Presumably she was the dorm captain? He followed Shagger’s lead from earlier in the day, dropped to his knees and adopted the Position For Penance. His arms were fully forward, and it was one well-worthy of worship.
“This is somewhat unexpected, Karen,” she said, “since I suspected we’d have all sorts of silly arguments about debagging….as so often happens with Dominant dolts. But what happened to his Short Shirt?” There was a slight sniff. “The Dreadful Griffin took it, Ma’am….” she replied, the salutation confirming her status, “….to save him collecting it from the quadrangle courtyard….” with everything this entailed, “….I suspect she has a soft spot for him….” indeed, “….in between her lovely legs….” rumbled, “….but he’s still wearing Naccatape, as you can see.” He spread his legs, in order to facilitate her further. “You’ve done well, Karen,” she said, “I won’t worry with introductions, since he can discover everyone’s names when he signs each Stretch Slave Sheet. But he can be our balls bulb boy first….me first.” He gritted his teeth. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped.”
Four minutes, and five further such scrotum stretches later, they were finished. Already his scrotum seemed an inch longer, yet he knew this was simply for starters. “Such fun, Shanks,” she said, “I’ll knacker your nuts, and then you can sign my sheet.” He gritted his teeth. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, “AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I submit, MA’AM.” He waited whilst a piece of paper was placed by his hand, plus pen. Matilda Hunter, it said on her sheet, as he signed away his pride.
“Ma’am’s Tilla The Hun,” Karen Eis kindly confirmed, “and now it’s my turn. I got your gonads to be going on with yesterday during sharks, Shanks….” in The Swimming Pool, “….I’d expected to complete the process in the changing rooms afterwards, but Mississippi collected your clothes….drat her. Are you going to screw her at some stage?” Well sussed. “I expect so, Ma’am,” he muttered, “after my restoration. She said her study door was always open, should I find myself at a….well, loose end one evening. Since I haven’t a surfeit of suitors on my Hit List….” unlike the confounded Cunt Casanovas, whose calendars were completely congested, “….I’m hoping to take up her kind offer….AHHH….” more, “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I submit, MA’AM.” He watched whilst another pair of pins appeared before his eyes. “You’ll want the reverse, Shanks,” she said, “since I’VE a surfeit of stretchees.”
She placed it on the dorm floor….interesting, as he saw David Shagton. This signature was many moons ago, so presumably he’d submitted during Year LXXXVIII? Then he signed a second time. “Your turn, Tess,” said the dorm captain. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….I submit, MA’AM.” He focussed on the sheet….Tessa Soham. “Younger Sister to the present prefect Ruth Soham, I suppose….?” SLAPP “….ask no questions, Shanks,” she said, “but in answer to your impertinence, she’s Show’em….and I’m Show’em Next. Have you screwed Sis?”
He shook his head. “No, Ma’am,” he admitted, “she never asked, but I’d have turned her down anyway, having hailed from The Six Sneaks last year. However, I’m due to attend dorm 6S tomorrow evening. It should be interesting, since I’ve been able to instigate a minor Mental Makeover for Loo Roll….” Louise Roccella-Roland, “….who’s now known as Rock’n’Roll. I’ve assured them all about any embellishments they want to add onto my experiences being altogether acceptable, since my standing in the community at large is already rock-bottom….” or rather Rocky bottom, as she’d said, “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHH….I submit, MA’AM.” This time it was Martha Harrie.
“Before you ask,” she said sniffily, “I’m Marta Hari….” after the famous femme fatale, “….younger Sister to Debbie….” also in his year, “….have you done Debs?” Again, he shook his head. “She’s another disciplinary Domme,” he said, “and once one of The Six Knackerers….as you’ll probably be in two years’ time. Up until now, I’ve only screwed sweet subbies, but I too have had what amounts to another Mental Makeover….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….I submit, MA’AM.” He squinted as he saw it was Lauren Eastleigh. “Leastly and lastly,” she said, “it’s Leastly, followed by Lastly.”
Very witty. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….I submit, MA’AM,” he gasped as he signed Lauren Lustleigh. “Thank you, Shanks,” said Tilla The Hun, “don’t worry, we’ll all be demanding our dues….” he wasn’t, “….we’ll just affix your harness, which will put you into the….well, swing of things.” Ha bloody ha….but from where it had originated was anyone’s guess? Conceivably, it could have been sodding Shagger up to his old tricks again? They all crowded around him, and once again it wasn’t an unpleasant experience to be handled in familiar fashion by half a dozen Brownie Babes.
“Ohh….ahh,” he gasped as various busy fingers slipped his scrotum through a small metal ring and then hauled hard on it to tie up the various straps around his waist. Then it was a bridle over his head, “MMMM,” he moaned as a brown rubber bit was slipped between his teeth.” Dorm captain’s privilege, Shanks,” she said, “so I’ll do the first run….” she sat down on his back, and being only a Brownie Babe she was a light load, “….giddy up, steed….” yes, MA’AM, “….MMMM,” he moaned as she pulled hard on his reins, and tugged at his testicles.
Carefully, he crawled down the dorm, accompanied by all the others, and then the same for the return run. “Again, Shanks,” she ordered imperiously. His knees were starting to object, and yet she was only the start of six. “Such fun, Shanks,” said the dorm captain, “I think Karen next.” He looked up at the Ice Maiden and Leched Longingly all over again. “MMMM….” he moaned as he felt her bare bottom on his back….SMACKK “….AHHH,” he added as someone slippered his seat. “You didn’t damn’ well moan when I sat on your back, did you?” asked Tilla The Hun petulantly, “and what’s worse, it was the same with sodding Shagger.”
So it seemed he’d definitely done this dorm in similar circumstances? “O..wee, aa..a,” he mumbled from behind the bit, which was the nearest he could get to, ‘sorry Ma’am.’ He crawled and crawled, and in Karen Eis’ case it was a labour of love. It was as close as he’d ever been to her cute cunt, before finally fucking it for her next year. “My turn, Ma’am,” said Show’em Next, “I shall slipper him all the way there and back. He once caned me in The Canteen, simply because a pea rolled off my plate and fell on the floor….SMACKK “….AHHH….” SMACKK “….AHHH….” he gasped as he crawled up and down the dorm.
After taking two further trips, she’d stood up, and been replaced by Marta Hari. She was followed by Leastly, and lastly by Lastly. He’d thought they were finally finished, however they simply started all over. He glanced up at the dorm wall clock, and saw it was somehow 8.07pm. “We’ve time for testicular torment,” said the dorm captain, “so down to the distant end of the dorm, and lie flat on the floor….” he padded away and watched whilst they busied themselves with a brown elasticized cord through a ceiling pulley. “Ahhh….ahhh….AHHH,” he gasped as he was hauled higher by his balls.
Then the free end was tied to a wall. “Now we’ll give you a rousing rendition,” she said, “it’s the chorus from one of our favourite pop songs from the swinging sixties. It’s Glad All Over, by kind courtesy of The Dave Clark Five….” they all giggled, “….there’s some audience participation involved. We’ll sing it through six times, since we’ll each demand our dues….” he recalled the song easily enough, “….you can confirm your status at the close….” they all stroked themselves where they shouldn’t, so clearly this was all a terrific twat turn-on, “….and we’re fee..ling,” ….AHHH..AHHH,” ….glad all over….since we’re stret..ching,”….AHHH..AHHH,” ….stretching scrotum….Rack And Ruin,” ….AHHH..AHHH,” ….stretch some semen….show..ing how Sup..er…i..or we are.”
Big Ben was striking for 8.15pm when the sixth stretch had been completed. “Uhhh,” he moaned, seeing some suspicious spots of spunk sliding off onto the wooden floor, “I am so much your stretch slave, Mesdemoiselles….ohh,” he added as the cord was released, “it puts me in mind of the Seesaw, which is something to be found in Reformatories….” six faces seemed puzzled? “….you tie two terrors together with the rope too short, so only one at a time can lie flat. Then they take a time of terrible torment, whilst you all read and recline at your leisure.” There were several sniggers, as Lastly dabbed him down with a tissue.
“A sound suggestion, Shanks,” said the dorm captain, “we’ll certainly do so the next time we’ve two victims. For now, it’s time we handed you over to The H♀♀kers….” out of the frying pan into the fire? “….thank you for your time, trouble and testicles this evening….” very witty, “….you may hug us each….” he’d be happy to do so, “….fondling fannies is fine.” Oh joy….as he worked his wicked way along the line. “Karen can accompany you across to our colleagues in crime,” said Matilda Hunter, “riding shotgun, so to speak.”
Although it was unlikely there’d be any posses out at this late hour. “Thank you, Ma’am,” he said, “goodnight, everyone.” Then he and The Ice Maiden padded together out of the dorm. “If you’d care to call on me next Saturday morning, Karen….” he said, as they continued round the quadrangle corridor, “….I’ll be pleased to pay your deposit, as discussed. I’m in study 13 on Level 2.” Then they reached their destination.
Dorm 4H
The H♀♀kers
♀pen f♀r Business
She mouthed him a kiss, and wiggled away. Hell….how he’d enjoy wanking worthlessly with her right now. She turned the corner onto the second quadrant, and was lost from sight. “You can wank if you wish….Wanker Boy Will,” said a vixen’s voice from behind him. He too turned and saw The Pirate standing there, as he’d never seen her before. To say the Happy Hooker hosiery suited her perfectly was an understatement. The crimson-coloured miniskirt so short it was decent by only half an inch was simply made for her. He shivered slightly and his shaft strained whilst he drank in the matching fishnet tights and jacket.
OMG….as he imagined worshiping the crimson-coloured boots with stiletto high heels which accompanied the apparition. A studded collar, plus much mascara and lipstick completed the picture of a sexy siren out to pull in the punters. “Ohh….MA’AM,” he said. “SUCH a stud….” she whispered, slipping her hand under his arm, “….do you want some business, bad boy….?” he nodded, dumbly, “….so step inside to see some suitable slits….even if they’re not screwable.” He followed her into the dorm, where a further five floozies were sitting on their beds. They’d rolled up their skirts, with what was colloquially called the Tart’s Trademark. Since it was their only item of apparel, they were almost in the altogether.
“We know you were once one of The Wanker Boys,” she said, knowingly, “and likewise last year in The Six Wankers….” dorms 5W and 6W, “….so your secret sins are sussed….” rumbled, “….Primula Proffer provided us with some pointers for punters….” what wit, “….during her Shagger’s Schoolday Sojourn at the beginning of term….” Ohh, “….we’re good time girls, but we want one as well. So first of all, you can watch whilst we do ourselves with the dorm dildo. Peeking at pleased pussy is naughty, so do we need to knacker you into submission, or will you sign our sheets after being our balls bulb boy?”
He cupped his crotch. “It’s a deal,” he replied, “especially after what I’ve been through with The Knackies.” He padded across to bed A, accompanied by The Pirate. “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he moaned as his nuts were knackered. “Ma’am is Hell’n’highwater,” she said, as he signed the Stretch Slave Sheet for Helen Pond. “We’ve all been wanking whilst waiting….UHHH….wanker boy,” she said as she stroked her slit with the vibrator, “so our twats are totally turned on….UHHH….UHHH….yess….YESS.” She shook with obvious orgasmic ecstasy, whilst his penis pulsed. Then she handed the dorm dildo to him. “Now it’s your turn to give me a good going over,” she said, “I want at least a dozen complete cums.”
It was a full fifteen minutes later before he was finally finished, and he passed the vibrator to The Pirate. Then they turned their attention to the occupant of bed B, who’d been fingering herself furiously. “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped. “She’s Mars Attacks, wanker boy,” said Kelly Morgan as he signed the sheet for Marcia Tackley. “I want what she had,” she said, recounting the well-worn witticism from the ancient movie When Harry Met Sally. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned successively, “yess….yess….YESS.”
After another quarter hour, they padded around to bed C. “One lunchtime in the playground last term,” she said, “there was a piece of paper blowing about in the wind. You claimed I’d dropped it….but why pick on me, you big bully? Why….why?” He remembered it well. “I’m so sorry,” he said, “I’d had a hard day, and your hiney happened to be handy.” She glared at him. “She’s The Why? Bird,” said Kelly Morgan, “or had you noticed?” He had indeed. “I think you deserve a double dose,” she said, “since your sins have come home to….well, roost.” Very good. “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped, “UGHHH..UGHHH….BEEEP BEEEP.” Then he signed her off….Yvonne Burdsall. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned, “I’m cumming…..yess….YESS….YESS.”
Then they padded across the dorm to bed D. “The End Is Nigh,” she said ominously. “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he moaned. Oh, very droll, as he signed the sheet for Nyree Endsleigh. Patiently, he waited whilst she wanked, and eventually the end was….well, nigh. “OOOH….” she moaned, clearly going to be an OO girl, “….OOOH….yess….OOOH….YESS.” They turned to bed E. “May Day….May Day,” muttered The Pirate with a slight smile, so probably another nickname? “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped. Quite correct, since she was Martha Deighton. “Uhhh….uhhh….uhhh….uhhh….uhhh….uhhh,” she moaned, “yes….YESS.”
Together, they continued around to bed F. “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he moaned, before signing The Pirate’s sheet. “Miss Kelly is a pussy pain slut, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, spreading her legs, “and I take taps to the twat….” she gave a giggle, “….sometimes I slap my slit….like this….” Smackk “….Oww….” Smackk “….Oww….” Smackk “….Oww….now I hardly need the vibrator….UHHH….yes….UHHH….yess….YESS….YESS….” her eyes eventually opened, “….though obviously I’ll have it anyway, so get busy.”
The time was 9.19pm before she was satisfied. “Now….uhhh….it’s your tool’s turn,” she said, “we’ve all agreed how we’ll help you from your frustrations….” she arose, and on cue, so did all the others, “….since you’re a Dominant dolt, you’ve never attended any of my Wanko Whacks For Cute Cunt Classes….” not likely, “….they don’t work quite like this, but we’ll show you something of what you’ve been missing. We wanton wicked wenches will watch whilst you wank, if you wish….?” he reddened, as one of his most secret sins was laid bare, “….we’ll make it a Yes, so you can give it a whirl. Do you want us to keep your crimes confidential?”
He shook his head. “As I’ve learned from sodding Shagger,” he said as he followed her to the centre of the dorm, “there’s no such thing as bad publicity.” There were five floozies standing in a line, with their slits spread sinfully. “Bend over, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, “and start stroking….stating some sins. It’ll be the slipper from Miss Kelly, which won’t stop until you shoot some semen.”
He assumed the Position….SMACKK “….Oww….I can’t get cunt….uhhh….” SMACKK “….Oww….I want to poke pussies….uhhh,” SMACKK “….Oww….but I’m a worthless wanker,” SMACKK “….Oww…I peruse plenty of porn publications,” SMACKK “….Oww….I’m a pathetic panty per…uhhh….vert,” SMACKK “….Oww….I’ve always wanted to stand starkers like this….uhhh,” SMACKK “….Oww….with sluts staring as I stroke my shaft….uhhh,” SMACKK “….Oww….eyeing my eight inches of erotic enjoyment,” SMACKK “….Oww….laughing and leering at the losers,” SMACKK “….Oww….it’s horrendously humiliating….uhhh,” SMACKK “….oww….but also erotic exhibitionism and exposure….UHHH….OMG I’m spunking….UHHH….YESS….YESS.” He watched whilst several spurts of semen fell onto the floor. “Better, bad boy?” she asked, as they smiled knowingly. “Yes, thanks,” he agreed, “MUCH better….and I’m honestly grateful to you all for the….well, therapy.” He accepted a tissue and wiped his willy.
“It’s almost Curfew time,” said Tilla The Hun, “so you can be away. Kelly told us how The Dreadful Griffin took your Short Shirt.” He hugged each of them in turn, “Goodnight, Mesdemoiselles,” he said, a sentiment returned to him some six times as he padded out of the dorm. Big Ben was striking again, this time for 9.30pm, as he padded outside in light-headed post-coital bliss. Then he reached the Level 1 landing, and with an effort turned upwards. Ordinarily, he’d need to meet the Monitor, and collect his Curfew Caning.
With difficulty, he fought off a horrible urge to go down anyway. Then he could spy on the stairs at some swishings….sheer Schadenfreude. But had the fetching floozies from his own year been quite so forward? Maybe they might, however he’d never found out further? Perhaps playing poker in dorm hadn’t been such a sound strategy? It was too early to meet any victims, but being barefoot the empty stone steps weren’t exactly echoing. Even so, he could hear distant discipline wafting on the wind. He reached the Level 6 landing, and continued counter-clockwise. Or, as sodding Shagger had said, with a little lævorotatorial leaning.
Dorm 6X
The Six x-hibitI♂nists
“Good evening, Sir,” he said easily, and proudly posturing his placid penis. “Good evening, Shanks,” said Aesop Hislop lying naked on bed A, “from your soft shaft, it seems you’ve spunked….as indeed have I. As is evident, there’s only me here at the moment. Everyone else is either playing away….” with pussy, presumably? “….or variously as voluntary victims. I daresay some will be back shortly.” He pursed his lips. “What about you, Sir?” he asked, curiously. “Which was what Gertrude wanted to know earlier,” he replied, “so I’ll tell you, too. It was something short of half past seven when she waltzed into the dorm, so I stood up.”
“Good evening, Ma’am,” he said, his shaft straining, “this is an unexpected honour.” She smiled sweetly. “One is always assured of appreciation from an incorrigible exhibitionist,” she said, dropping the shirt onto bed Z, “although it will be three strokes, for failing an erection inspection, so assume an angle.” He bent over to be beaten. “Perhaps we might make it more, Ma’am,” he murmured, “to include all manner of Inappropriate thoughts about your person.” She giggled, girlishly. “Certainly,” she said, “so say six strokes….simply for starters.”
“The second six were harder,” he said, “but it was always the same when I was one of The Boys In Blue last year in her English class.” Presumably with her so-called VE Days?
“You may arise,” she said at the conclusion of the caning, “and, as a special concession, rub your raw rear.” Very reasonable. “Huhh….Huhh,” he huffed. “Why are you here?” she asked, “surely you had a date for this evening….in a dorm of deviant damsels, or screwing somewhere?” He shrugged. “I’m sorry to say I was stood up,” he replied, “or rather, down. I was due to attend Miss Mary Ure’s study at six. Alas, she was watching the Naccarim Challenge matches, and took a shine to Will-o’-the-wisp….” William Whist, who’d apparently been Shagger’s Exchange during Year LXXXVIII, “….despite all my attributes, I can’t compete with a confounded Cunt Casanova. She asked me very nicely if I’d stand aside….” so to speak, “….although she said she’d make it up to me.”
So a case of Genuine Jam tomorrow. “You’re most definitely my kind of critter, Arse Up Aesop,” she said, “you can attend MY study again next term, for further fun and frolics. I’ve always liked you with your arse up, but there’s all sorts of other Positions….” she mouthed him a kiss, “….after I leave, you can wank worthlessly….” really? “….I’ll reset the Wankometer when I get downstairs, and enter your details in the log as discipline duly dished.” Then she strutted seductively out of the dorm.
“Obviously I wasn’t about to pass up such a golden opportunity,” he said, “so I retrieved a copy of WANKER! from our secret stash. Then I plied penis with presented pussy porn pictures, the lovely Ladies leering and laughing….all along the lines of We Know You’re A Worthless Wanker, So Stroke Your Shaft.” Some sin with which he could definitely relate. “I’ve just enjoyed such a session, Sir,” he said, “with a bunch of Brownie Babes. I can recommend The H♀♀kers.” His de facto dorm captain nodded. “Miss Kelly’s something else again,” he agreed, “I’ve attended one of her Wanko! Whacks For Cute Cunt classes.”
Maybe he HAD been missing out? “It’s been a long day, Sir,” he said, “so I’ll bed down now, without waiting for the others.” Aesop Hislop nodded. “Fair enough, Shanks,” he said, “at least it’s Sunday tomorrow.” True….and with two Specials, too. “Ohh,” he murmured as he finally removed the Naccatape, and placed it onto his bedside cabinet together with his Short Shirt. Slowly, he climbed into bed Z. “Ahh,” he gasped as he accidentally lay on his back, and his raw rear reminded him of received rattan. Quickly, he turned over onto his side. “Goodnight, Sir,” he said, as he closed his eyes. “Sleep satisfied, Shanks,” was the reply.
To be continued……
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