Sunday
Specials
Dorm 5F
The Flaunts
“We’ll love and
leave you, Wanker Boy Will,” said Karen Eis, mouthing him a kiss, “I’m looking
forward to your flogging on Friday at five….” him too, as he watched whilst
they wiggled away along the corridor, “….my smack was for Staring At Skirts….”
she called back to him, “….and mine was for Obviously Ogling Over me,” added Kelly
Morgan….so guilty as charged, and prepayment punishment prior to the crime
committed.
Turning away,
he took a deep breath, and pushed open the dorm door. Inside was a slight
shock, since sodding Shagger was standing starkers in the centre of the dorm,
with six sluts similarly in a semi-circle. As he approached, it became apparent
he was still wearing shoes….and carrying a cane. So he was a Visitor, rather
than a victim….voluntary or otherwise. “Good evening, Will,” he asked, “where
are your clothes?” A glance revealed his own, in a neat pile of basic black by
the door. “Please, Sir,” he said, “I was instructed to stay starkers after my
second Sunday Special, Sir.” The other nodded.
“Fair enough,”
he replied, “I’ve just been telling everyone all about an interesting occasion
at one of my London
Clubs….” how the HELL did he have any, at his tender age? “….On-Stage Stooge.
It’s an exhibitionist’s paradise, where big bad boys present their posteriors
for pecuniary punishments in public. It’s also where one wanks worthlessly,
with the wanton wicked wenches and Witches watching….” yes, please, “….from the
state of your straining shaft, I strongly suspect it’s straight up your
street.”
He glanced
down, and sure enough, a pulsing penis confirmed the hypothesis. “Yes, Sir,” he
admitted, wondering whether he’d be whacked? “Relax, Will,” he said, “I’m not
about to attack your arse….” nice to know, “….the Flaunts have asked
for some pubic punishment….” really? “….the same style as I dished to the
deviant damsels in dorm 5P a few weeks ago. So they can spread their legs, and labial
lips, for a stroke straight to the slit….” Ouch, “….we’ll use the Rapid
Responses….” which were rather rare, “….thus there’s no need for salutation, affirmation
of appreciation or cut count.”
They all
adopted the Position For Pain….Thwapp “….UGHHH….” gasped the first, as he moved
along the line….Thwapp “….UGHHH….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….” Thwapp
“….UGHHH….” Thwapp “….UGHHH,” concluded the last, slowly straightening. “Thank
you so much, Sir….huhh,” said the first feloness, most likely the dorm captain,
“we too craved the cane on the clit….especially after The Pliants told us how
they’d taken it to their twats.” He honestly hadn’t realized how many sinful
sluts sought Cunnie Punnie.
“Now it’s your
turn….” said Shagger….but what about his assurance? “….legs apart, and bend
over for me to beat your balls….” Ohh, “….whilst they watch you at work, wanker
boy….” yes, please, “….just what an incorrigible exhibitionist enjoys best….” rumbled,
“….so six strokes to the scrotum….” OMG, “….staring successively at each slit.
You may add any confessions of crimes which seem suitable.” He assumed the Position,
stroking at the first fancy, which was absolutely Asking for action….Thwapp
“….UGHHH….I want coitus with cunt….uhhh,” he moaned, and shifted his sight….Thwapp
“….UGHHH….I can’t get your cunt….uhhh.” There were several sniggers as he
stroked his shaft at the second.
“Not totally
true,” said Shagger, “since she was your scheming succubus….” Ohh, “….take a
bow….Take A Bow….” she duly did so, and now he recognized the long silky blonde
hair from his subconscious. It simply seemed to stream over her smooth
shoulders, “….Tarka Susanna Boughs, and also now known as Succubus….thank you,
Sukey,” Thwapp “….UGHHH….I was always Wanker Boy Will,” he continued….Thwapp
“….UGHHH….with Perusal of porn publications,” Thwapp “….UGHHH….particularly WANKER!....uhhh…. lovely Ladies leering
at the losers….uhhh….with disdain and disgust for distended dicks….uhhh….almost
as The Six X-hibiti♂nists said to me earlier….uhhh,” Thwapp “….UGHHH….thank you so much
Sir….uhhh….I know I needed it.”
He stopped stroking, even as his appreciative
audience let loose their labial lips. “I agree with you about WANKER!” said Shagger, speculatively, “since
it definitely does something for my sinful psyche. I particularly enjoy its
injunction on the front cover.” He shivered slightly, since he was the same.
Although he took the publication on subscription at school, he’d always enjoyed
buying it whilst travelling to and from his University interviews. Somehow, the
horrendous humiliation was so squirmingly and sordidly scrumptious. One day he
might even nerve himself to read it openly on the train, making no effort to
conceal its contents?
“Anyway….Wanker Boy Will,” he continued,
“now you too can tell the dorm a story….I suggest about a Sunday Special. I’m
sure they’d be fascinated to find out how it went with The Dreadful Griffin
this morning….?” maybe they might? “….if they could kindly confirm they’ll keep
it completely confidential….?” There were six neat nods.
“Crop my crotch and hope to cry, Sir,” they
said simultaneously, “….whilst you’re doing so, I shall engage my errant
erection for the evening with six successive screws, as the dorm’s incumbent
incubus. I’ll take each twat in turn, so your appreciative audience will change
continually. Obviously, it’s no more than Leg It used to do on occasion….” the
Cunt Casanova Christopher Leggett, from Year LXXXVII, “although unlike him with
ruined orgasms, I shan’t be spunking….” he always wondered how the big bastard
had achieved the impossible? “….since I shall be returning to my study straight
after this session. It will be with two of these lovely Ladies for a Bi-some
threesome, with the remainder to follow tomorrow morning and evening….” damn
HIS distended dick, although he’d had a whole year to do the same….and failed
miserably. “….since I can honestly say I enjoy fucking Flaunts….” they preened
themselves automatically, “….actually, I sampled Glory Hole’s glory hole during
defloration in April, but I assured her a second screw in the Summer Term….”
the BASTARD, since no sixteen year old slut had ever asked him to assist, “….I know
what you’re thinking. It’s one reason Cunt Casanovas are called upon so often,
since they offer tact and understanding….” Ohh, “we don’t want
Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am men,” put in Succubus, “….I’ll start with Titania.”
She was certainly well-named, being
upstanding and outstanding, with naughty nipples pleasantly pointed….and he
wasn’t basically a boobs boy. Shagger took her hand as they retired to bed A.
“Presumably she’s dorm captain?” he asked. “Yes,” she said, “Tania Tintern....”
ohh, “….and you know me already….rather well. Vivacious, you met on Friday….”
Vivian Schuster, “….then there’s Gloria Heller….” whose hole sodding Shagger
had sampled, “….Shannon Ireland….with
her Irish Eyes….” she fluttered them fetchingly, “….and finally Isabella
Jordan, nicknamed after the famous filthy French flick Belle de Jour.” He’d seen it himself, and hadn’t been terribly
taken.
The heroine had no idea how to hit a subbie
sex slave doing Domestic Duties, and who’d desired discipline. “Very well,” he
said, “if you’d like to make yourselves comfortable….” they all sat down, and
since it was a Sunday, were able to do so fairly painlessly, “….it was exactly
six minutes past eleven this morning, when I reached study 7 on Level 1 of the
Staff Study wing. I was standing starkers as ordered, a state which had cost me
several slave stretchings and naked knackerings en route, and knocked on the door. Even so, I’d enjoyed the erotic
experiences, and exhibitionism. But being
a German garçon, I’d no idea about the Latin logo.”
Gertrude Griffin
Volenti non fit
injuria
“I could tell you,” said Succubus, clearly a
Latin Lass. “I found out a little later, thanks,” he replied, even as he heard
all sorts of suspicious sounds stemming from bed A.
“Entarrrr,” he heard, as a tingle travelled down his
torso before terminating in his tool. He stepped inside to see her adorned as
always with her Tanningtown style standard black leather business suit.
However, her strict short skirt was rolled up indecently….and she was carrying
a French flogger. “You’re LATE, Shanks,” she said, but somehow with warmth, “I
suppose you were able to speak to Shagger?” He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he confirmed,
“he explained all about it.” She smiled, “It was also into exhibitionism in this instance,” she
said, “since I stated you should attend starkers. I hope you enjoyed the walk in
the altogether….?” rumbled, and he nodded neatly, “….did you ever imagine how I
might look with the Tart’s Trademark?”
Not half. “Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted, “I’ve often Ogled
Obviously Over you in class….as indeed I’m now doing.” She mouthed him a kiss.
“I understand you to be an obvious oralophobe, and associated analophobe?” He
shook his head. “No longer, Ma’am,” he replied, “since I’ve seen the light.”
“UHHH….UHHH….YESS….YESS,”
he heard from bed A. “Excellent news, Wanker Boy Will….” said Shagger, who’d
clearly been eavesdropping with half an ear, “….another couple of cums, and
then we’ll see about some suitable screwing.” He watched whilst the other five
felonesses stroked themselves where they shouldn’t. Obviously they were all
looking forward to their filthy fun.
“In which case,” she said sternly, “kneel, boy….and
show me your skills in servicing slits….whilst you meet my martinet.” He padded
towards her, and dropped down to his knees whilst she stood haughtily, hands on
hips with her legs apart. “Uhhh….uhhh,” she moaned as he gave her the long
licks which went from fanny and fancy and finally to forest….Thwackk “….Ahhh….”
Thwackk “….Ahhh,” he gasped as his back was berated by the seven strands of
sheer suffering. “SUCH a shockingly rude wretch….” she said sternly, even
though she’d requested the facility….Thwackk “….Ahhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh,” he
gasped again and again as he delved deeper. “UHHH….YESS….” Thwackk “….UHHH….YESS….”
Thwackk “….UHHH….YESS….uhhh….dammit….did I say anything about stopping?”
“So I continued
to cum her cute cunt,” he said, “since she seemed insatiable. These….well, more
mature Mesdames can be right goers….”
although he hadn’t had a huge helping of such hussies….unlike sodding Shagger.
They simply seemed to throw themselves at him, “….however, finally she was
finished.”
“Thank you….Will,” she said, patting his head, “I
expect you could do with a drink, after all your hard work….?” she reached
across to her study table, which bore a single phial of clear liquid.
“….Bottoms Up,” she added with the official school toast. “I hope this is
nothing nasty, Ma’am,” he said seriously, “since the last time I drank
something similar, I woke up in a prison cell in Stern Hall.” She smiled sweetly. “Not to worry, Will,” she said
as he drank it down, “you won’t be going very far this time.” What, he wondered
wildly? Then suddenly he started to feel faint. “Not again,” he muttered whilst
his world wavered, and he fell forward to the floor.
“Which is her modus operandi,” said Shagger, “and it’s
similar to what happened to me….except she slipped it into my drink. Presumably
you were ensconced inside The Low Table when you awoke?” He nodded. “Yes, Sir,”
he confirmed, “which is a type of Trample Table for tools and testicles,” he
added for the benefit of The
Flaunts.
When
he awoke again, he was somehow sitting propped up on the floor against a low
table, in oriental style. He tried to move his arms, but they were shackled. It
bore glasses of water and wine, knife and fork, plus a dinner plate containing
a selection of sausages….OMG, one of them was his own errant erection. Then he
inspected the tomatoes, and saw his scrotum among them. How the illusion was
worked he’d no idea, but he was still attached to his best bits, so there must
be some system of slats? “Welcome back, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, suddenly
kneeling opposite him.
“Uhhh,”
he moaned as he contemplated cute cunt. “I’m sorry about the phial of Chloral
Hydrate….” she didn’t sound especially so, “….but it enables me to screw studs
whilst they’re in no position to object….” she sniggered, “….and I’ll admit I
did take advantage of your eight inches of erotic enjoyment when you were flat
out….” in reverse circumstances this would be called Rape, “….but you’ve been a
succubus stooge, so it’s nothing new….” perhaps she had a point? “….although as
is obvious, you didn’t spunk. Anyway, you might have heard about my book?” He
shook his head, and she held it up in front of his face for several seconds to
savour.
Man Appeal
An Alternative
Culinary Cuisine
by Gertrude Griffin
“NO,” he moaned, but she simply smiled. “Do you
harbour a castration complex?” she enquired, as she dropped it down. “NO,” he
repeated, feeling it was futile. “Which is what so many sinful studs say,” she
mused, “however their straining shaft says otherwise….” guilty as charged,
m’Lady, “….so we’ll begin my meagre meal of meat and fruit….since tomatoes
aren’t actually vegetables.” Nice to know….but not now. Then he shivered as she
skewered a sausage, and bared her teeth towards him.
“OHH,” he moaned as she took a large bite. “Is your
heart pounding, my dear?” she enquired, and he nodded, “then it’s love….or at
least lust for my labial lips….” she spread them fetchingly with her free hand,
“….such a shame your sausage won’t be able to oblige me again….” she finished
the sausage, took the knife, and proceeded to cut up a tomato, “....how would
it be with a similarly sliced scrotum….?” she smiled, and chewed each piece in
turn, “….mercy me, you seem to be leaking a little liquid….”
“I have NEVER
been so terrified in all life,” he said, “which was clearly why my dearest dorm
mates wouldn’t warn me. Still, their scrotums had all survived, so hopefully
she wasn’t actually about to castrate me completely? Anyway, the grisly meal
continued until everything was gone apart from my gonads.” Suddenly, sodding
Shagger appeared with the dorm captain in tow. “Was it any worse than Ten:PM:GMT?”
he asked, “with which your scrotum suffered yesterday. For the benefit of The Flaunts,
it’s Wodin Thring’s patent Knackering Machine….originally built to my
specifications. All the prefects-with-penis will be offered an opportunity on
it, starting next term.”
There were
several sniggers. “The name stands for Ten Punishment Methods of
Genital Mechanical Torments,” he put in, “and nothing
to do with time. As Sir said, I did sample it….at Stern Hall.”
Hopefully, he wouldn’t be whacked for Impertinently Imparting Information, as this
was all out of school hours? “Sukey next,” said Shagger as she stood smirking,
and padded away with him towards bed F. Titania took her place on the floor,
and he continued his story.
“….let me read you a piece of my poetry. It’s entitled Ode To A Penectomy, and an
amended version of Lewis Carroll’s doubtful ditty….itself taken from an earlier
poet’s work.”
How doth the little wanker
boy
Improve his straining tool
I pour the water with the wine
then chop it, as a rule.
How cheerfully she seems to grin
How neatly spreads her claws,
And welcomes all erections in
With gently smiling jaws
“Talking of which, you do seem dry….” she dribbled
some water onto his willy, then held the glass to his lips to moisten his mouth,
“….so I’ll skewer your shaft with the fork, before slicing your scrotum. But
first you might wish to beg for your balls?” He’d be happy to do so. “Mercy,
Ma’am,” he muttered, “I’ll do anything you want, for ever and ever, as your sex
slave.” She giggled girlishly. “Even Dominant dolts do have their weak points,”
she said, “but thanks for your kind offers. I’ll give them every
consideration….after I’ve tasted your tool and testicles.”
He shivered in an agony of almost anticipation. “NO,”
he gasped as the knife and fork approached. “UHHH….” he shouted as the fork
pricked his penis, which promptly pulsed, “….AYEEEEE,” he shrieked as his felt
the knife slice the secondary pleasure centre. Then everything went black
again.
“When I awoke a
second time,” he said, “I was lying face down on another table, but still
shackled. For a second I’d serious concerns for the wellbeing of my
wherewithal. However, it seemed they were still attached….if somewhat stretched.”
“Welcome back again, Wanker Boy Will,” she said,
flexing a long whippy cane between her fingers, “No Injury Is Done To A Consenting Party….which is my Latin logo….” Ohh,
“....this time you’re on The Holey Table….” so it seemed, “….it has
several such, two to take tantalizing tits….” of which he had none, “….and a second
for scrotums. You’re on 1lb at present, which must be nice and tight….” one way
of describing an acute agony, “….next it’s pain for your pert and particularly
punishable posterior….” as seemed to be the description of his derrière by all and sundry,
“….my cunt currency is Six For Sex….except you’ve just enjoyed a second screw….”
what? “….don’t knock it, since it’s not often a bad boy’s offered sex on a
plate….so to speak….” very droll, “….really rather fucking funny, I thought.
Fortunately, I was able to take suitable stills with
my camera, on six second successive shots….” she gestured towards a tripod, “….so
some prints will be put on display in the Camera Club….” he found his voice,
“….but I’m not a member,” he wailed, “….never mind, I’ll show them to you
during the holidays….” she would? “….I’ve accepted your kind offer to be my sex
slave….” really? “….you can help my husband Horatio around the house for a
week….” she winked once, “….satisfactory slave service means you can screw me
whilst he watches, since he enjoys being my cuckold…” she smiled, “….I call him
my Mercury after his initials, since his penis pulses so pathetically whilst
I’m poked….” Hydragyrium or Hg, its chemical symbol, if he recalled rightly?
“….I’ll be lenient, and allow the latitude of three
for each Quickie Fuckie….” not bad, even by St Sticks’ standards, considering
he’d been unconscious at the time, “….thus a dozen due. I shall hit your hiney
HARD, and take them VERY slowly indeed. I’ve wanted to whack you like this
since you were one of The Boys In Blue, but alas you never even showed any interest
in my VE Days.” He shivered. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am,” he muttered, “I only found
out about them fully this morning. My dearest dorm mates explained how they
operate. But I’m afraid you’re right, since at the time my tilts towards
exhibitionism were still firmly repressed and in the closet.
“It’s a
Reciprocal Exchange,” he explained, “basically for her beating benefit, in
collaboration with The
Exp♂sers and The Six
Exhibiti♂nists. They take off their Knackerpants in
class, and are Shopped for Exposure of an errant erection. Then they’re swished
starkers, whilst presenting their pulsing penis in public. Essentially it’s all
contrived and consensual classroom caning. I’ll admit I’d really rather enjoy
it now. Anyway, she caned me convincingly and comprehensively, and each stroke
stung seriously. We’d reached a total of ten when she stuck a sheet of Lines
paper under my nose.”
“Whilst
I remember, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, “you presented this to me yesterday
evening after your Detention. It’s sheet 8, so I suppose you must have been
hurrying….or perhaps you were distracted by other Closure Canings….?” or a bit
of both? “….Festina lente, as Silage is always saying….” More Haste,
Less Speed, and it even adorned Basil Sileas Crabbe’s study door, “….I draw
your attention to Line 9.” Carefully, he inspected it….Oops.
9. I am a Dominant
dolt who should stimulate his straining shaft.
“I always attempted to assist in stimulating your
submissive side,” she said, “which is what it should have said. Although it
seems I’ve since succeeded with each.” Indeed so.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YEZZZ….uhhh….ELEVEN, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “please,
Ma’am….I once leaned at least ’levendy in disciplinary disposition….” eleven
dozen to the gross, “….and the idea of being put in my place by a disciplinary
Domme was always abhorrent. However, I
reckon I now nudge ninedy to thirdy….Ohhh,” he added as she stroked his stripes
with the stick. “The sheet is Inadmissible,” she said sternly, “so you’ll need
to do it again….doubled, during another Detention. I assume it will be
Wednesday when you’re next free?” He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed, “since
I’ve been dished them for Monday and Tuesday evenings.”
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YEOWWW….TWELVE,” he gasped, “a dozen due, thank you
MA’AM. Thank you for such a thorough thrashing, which I think was thoroughly
therapeutic.” She sniggered softly, and released his shackles. “Turn over,” she
ordered, “it’s time for me to take your tool….to totality.” Slowly, he did so.
“AHHH….” he gasped as he extracted his scrotum from the hole. Now he could see
the worst, since it was a spiked balls parachute in addition to the heavy lead
weight, “….ahhh,” he added as he turned over, and his raw rear reminded him of
the recently received rattan, “….AYEEEE,” he shrieked as she poked the weight
back through the Holey Table.
“Not only does this stretch the scrotum,” she said,
“but it presents a perpendicularly pulsing penis for proper pussy penetration
in the Superior style….” she knelt astride him, “….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as
she slowly screwed his straining shaft. “You’re….UHHH….nothing more than a fine
phallus for my pussy pleasure….UHHH,” she moaned. A shocking statement, and
especially so since the sluts had spent several centuries complaining of such
sexist sentiments.
“I couldn’t
have put it better myself,” Shagger called out, “I’ve often objected to The
Lovely Ladies Liberation Lobby having plenty to say about objectification, but
in the reverse direction they’re strangely silent.” Doubtless it was different….or
so they’d say? “I endeavoured to hold back,” he said, “which worked well, since
she came three times before my shaft could take no more sordid stimulation. Finally
though, I knew the end was nigh.”
“UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….I’m cumming your cunt,
Ma’am….YESS….YESS….” his world wavered, “….YESS….YESS….YESS,” she echoed,
“spunk me soundly, Shanks….UHHH.” He waited until the room had stopped
revolving. “Uhhh….Ma’am,” he muttered, “….me balls….have mercy on me….ohhh,” he
added as his soft shaft slipped out. “Ohhh….ohhh….” he repeated as she undid
the parachute, and the weight finally fell to the floor, “….thank you, Ma’am.
Rest assured I’ll be highly happy to celebrate one of your VE Days next week,
since I’ve one more lesson with you before my restoration.” Slowly, he stood
up, and she mouthed him a kiss. “Excellent,” she said, “I shall look forward to
it immensely.” He smiled slightly.
“Which is about it,” he said, “I bade her au revoir, and padded out of her study.”
Then Shagger appeared again. “For what it’s worth, Wanker Boy Will,” he said,
“I knew nothing of her contrived and consensual classroom canings either, until
Year LXXXIX….” he smiled, “….I’ll brief The Flaunts about them
after you’ve gone. Unfortunately, I’d not been in her class during my period In
The Pink, so the situation never arose. However, when I was with her for the
Prefects Placement Programme last term, she picked on me….well, dreadfully in
any event, so it didn’t make much difference….” he took Glory Hole’s hand, so
evidently it was her turn next, “….can Sukey and Tania kindly escort him up to the six sneaks,
since it’s about time he attended….” he smiled, “….you’ll find one interesting
item upon arrival. They were asking me about it earlier.”
He glanced up at the wall clock, and sure
enough it was somehow 8.06pm. “Thank you, Sir,” he said, “before I go, I’ve
some….well, tittle-tattle for you about my frightful fagmistress….” they all
stared at him, “….her abject apologies, since she screwed said studs in her
study this morning, and wanted you to be aware of it.” There were several
sniggers. “I assume them to be Tittle and Tattle?” he enquired, and he nodded.
“thanks, Shanks. Rest assured I shall take her to task on Monday evening for
such shocking infidelity.” An excellent case of double standards, since by then
he’d have fucked all dorm 5F. Still, it was only role-play.
“Mmmm,” he moaned as they each kissed him
convincingly, rubbing themselves up against him. Then he padded towards the
dorm door, flanked on each side by a floozy. Things were definitely improving
on the flaunt front, as they too fondled his fanny. “You can touch up our tushes
too, Wanker Boy Will,” murmured Titania as they reached the Level 3 landing. “Don’t
mind if I do,” he agreed, promptly Stroking Sluts’ Seats as they started up the
next flight. Tempus Fugit or Time
Flies….but usually only when one was having fun.
Dorm 6S
The Six Sneaks
Shanks’ P♀nies
“So there’s
Shagger’s surprise….” said Succubus “….I’ve never known a prefect Patron who
isn’t a Cunt Casanova,” added Titania, “quite clearly you’ve done something to
impress them.” Or would be about to do so? “They said something about enjoying
equestrianism,” he mused, “so it seems I shall be doing some riding….unless
it’s actually Equestriennism.” Or both. “Enjoy,” said Take A Bow, “we’ll
away….” SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, with what seemed to be
standard smacks this evening. Then they too wiggled away along the corridor.
Once again, he Leched Longingly Like A Loser at their retreating rears.
Taking a deep
breath, he opened the dorm door and padded inside. “Good evening, everyone….”
he said, seeing them all seated starkers on bed A. He approached, and noted what
appeared to be a pink leather body harness sitting suggestively, “….I appreciate
the additional epithet on the dorm door. Who do I have to thank for the
thought?” There were six separate sniggers. “Greeting to you too, Wanker Boy
Will,” said Louise Roccella-Roland as he approached, “it was originally my
idea, but we all agreed it had merit. I put it past Shagger this morning, and
he also very kindly loaned us this lovely leather wear until the end of term….plus
a riding crop.” Wow.
There are
Equestrienne and Equestrian Evenings for the prefects,” he explained, “I don’t
know a great deal about them, since I was never invited. However, I believe
they’re facilitated by our august Head of PT….” Ava Frasch, “….if interested, I
suggest you approach her in the autumn….” he grinned, “….also, for anyone into
Cunnie Punnie, Have A Thrash also offers so-called Special Sessions to
prefects. They’re actually Comprehensive Correctional Crotch Cropping
Courses….” he saw several sluts stroke themselves where they shouldn’t, so
presumably they’d find favour? “….shall we start with me in the harness….so to
speak? The Knackies have such a set, which they applied with enthusiasm yesterday
evening….although obviously theirs is brown….” he dropped down to his knees,
“….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 the
bridle over his head, “MMMM,” he moaned as a pink rubber bit was slipped between
his teeth. “We’ll ride you each in turn,” said Amy Winehouse, with her whiny
voice, “whilst the others apply….well, rear end assistance. It’s dorm captain’s
privilege, so I’ll do the first run….” the same as yesterday. She sat down on
his back, heavier than the Brownie Babes had been, “….giddy up, steed….”
THWACKK “….MMMM,” he moaned as she pulled hard on his reins, and tugged at his
testicles. It was going to be an exhausting evening.
According to the wall clock it was 8.48pm
before he was finally finished. They’d each enjoyed three runs, and he was
perspiring profusely. Needless to say, they’d beaten his balls in addition to
his bottom. “Ughhh,” he spluttered as the rubber bit was finally removed.
“Would you like to give us all a go?” asked Rock And Roll, somewhat shyly it
seemed. “Not half,” he replied, “as a Dominant dolt, it’s straight up my
street. I shall apply some crop to the crotch, in addition to adorable arses….”
he saw several shivers of anticipation, “….whilst you’re working well, I’ll
recount my second Sunday Special today, which was with Angular Angela….” he
paused, “….since you’re the
Six Sneaks, I confirm we’re highly happy for you to
divulge all the deviant data onto the Bush Telegraph, with as many
embellishments as you wish. Did you want to go first again, Ma’am?” he asked,
offering the salutation for her status.
“Yes, please,” said The Whines. “The others
can sort out the straps,” he said, “whilst I start the sorry saga. Big Ben had
since struck for two o’clock, when I walked along the Level 4 corridor in the
Staff Study wing. I reached study 7, and stood quietly….” he could see the queries
on their faces, “….a stud should always be six minutes late when attending a
disciplinary Domme. It’s to enable an entrée
into Put-You-In-Your-Place punishment, should she be so inclined. Finally I
knocked.”
