Angel Angle
Formare Angulum
Presumably this was Form The Angle? It was an action he’d already achieved in her German class on Friday afternoon. “Komm,” said a vixen’s voice, and another shiver travelled down his torso, this time terminating in his testicles.
“You’re right about the logo,” said Evil Intent, clearly a Latin Lass, “Ma’am’s ready for your ride, Sir.” He padded forward, and placed his posterior onto the pony. “Mmmm,” she moaned from behind the bit. “Giddy-up,” he ordered, wishing he’d some suitable spurs to stick in her sides? THWACKK “….MMMM,” she repeated as they wended their way along the dorm floor, with all the others following closely in order to hear the sorry saga.
He opened the door, and stepped inside. He’d expected a seemingly strict specimen, her hair tied backwards in a bun, and modelled on the mythical Miss Agatha Trunchbull from the movie Matilda. OMG….since he’d also got the Gestapo Girl get-up. It was a tight white blouse and black tie, black-buttoned leather jacket with armband, leather belt, black leather tight miniskirt, suspender belt with seamed stockings, knee-length black leather boots with high heels, pair of long soft black gloves.
“Ein wärmes Wilkommen zu Wichserjunge Wilhelm….” she said, with a warm welcome to Wanker Boy Will, and an added alliteration in both languages.…although the adjective merely meant hot, and it would have been Herzlich for hearty, “….streifen, und bilden den Winkel neben die Fesseln.” He stripped quickly, placing his clothes in a neat pile. Then he bent forward and positioned his arms and legs next to the shackles on the floor. The distance between the two pairs was too short, so his arse was in the air….thus forming an angle, as ordered.
“Sie haben das Vocabelverzeichnis gut gelernen?” she enquired. “Ja,” he replied, having learned her vocabulary directory well….THWAPP “….AHHH,” he added at a stingingly hard stroke from her Officer’s crop across his cheek. “Ich bin Fräulein Hauptmann Winkel,” she said sternly, “und Geheime Staatspolizeimädchen.” So she was Captain Angle, and a Gestapo Girl to boot….so to speak. “Sie werden Ihre Verbrechen unter Ermutigung bekennen,” she continued, holding one end of a pink Rope Of Rack And Ruin. He’d be happy to confess his crimes….under encouragement. “Ohh,” he moaned as she tied it tightly to his testicles.
It must be connected to a ceiling pulley, since he could see the other end dangling down. OMG….there was also a pile of lead weights. “Vier Untzen für den Anfang,” she announced. “AHHH,” he gasped as the four ounces for starters from the elasticised cord stretched his scrotum. Then she put a copy of WANKER! on the floor by his head. “Fühlen Sie sich beschämt, Ihr Lieblingsmagazin zur Kasse Dame zu bringen?” she enquired. He did indeed always Feel the shame of taking your favourite magazine to the checkout Lady. “Jahrvohl, Fräulein Hauptmann,” he admitted.
Then they reached the beginning again. “Is Rocky ready for receipt of my rear?” he asked, as Amy Winehouse stood slowly. He watched whilst the two fillies exchanged the bridles. “Ughhh….SUCH a Superior Sir,” said The Whines as the bit was removed, “although we should source some suitable spurs from sodding Shagger.” His view precisely. “Don’t spare the crop, Sir,” said Louise Roccella-Roland, “Mmmm,” she added as she knelt down. He mounted her, hoping one day he might do so in another way? THWACKK “….MMMM….” THWACKK “….MMMM….” THWACKK “….MMMM,” she moaned as she started away.
“Sie können mein Eierbirnenjunge sein,” she said sternly. “UGHHH….UGHHH….” he moaned as she squeezed his scrotum, the same as an old-fashioned motorcar, “….BEEP BEEP,” he added with the slight smile required of him as a balls bulb boy, although alas she couldn’t see it from where she stood. “Böser Bub….” she said, seeing him still staring at the centre spread. Inevitably, it was of a presented pussy picture, with the lovely Lady leering. “Sie sagt, Ich weiß, dass Sie ein wertloser Wichser bist, also streichel deinen Glied.”
Surely she WAS saying to him: I know You’re A Worthless Wanker, So Stroke Your Shaft.” Such a shame the bad boy couldn’t do so. “Ich bin neue Titte….” a New Nox, or Knockers, but obviously translated to Tits, “….sind Sie Brüstejunge?” He shook his head. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped again, “nein, Fräulein Hauptmann, Ich bin Gesäßjunge….” a bums, or rather buttocks boy, “….AYEEEEE,” he added as another quarter pound weight was added.
“Faster,” he hissed….THWACKK “….MMMM,” THWACKK “….MMMM.” Then they reached the end of the room, and she turned around painfully.
“Mögen Sie das Aussehen meines schönen Hinterns?” she demanded. A no-brainer, since obviously he liked the look of her beautiful bum. “Soll ich Seine Eier schlagen für eine solche Empörung?” she enquired. “Natürlich, Fräulein Hauptmann,” he replied, thinking he might as well acquiesce to the action for such an outrage since she’d do so anyway, even without his approval. “Ausgezeichnet,” she said, flexing the crop between her fingers. It was indeed excellent….THWAPP “….URGHHH….” THWAPP “….URGHHH,” he gasped.
“She may as well suffer similarly,” he said as Rock And Roll started back again….THWAPP “….UGHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH,” she moaned as he convincingly cropped her cunt. “Anyway, she beat my bare balls for what seemed forever,” he explained.
“All dies macht mir nass….” she said, stroking herself where she shouldn’t. Then she shimmied up her miniskirt, “es trifft wirklich den Ort….sozusagen.” Ha bloody ha, it really hits the spot….so to speak….THWAPP “….AHHH….” THWAPP “….AHHH,” he gasped as she cropped his cheeks again. “Das war für die Vulgarität,” she said wryly, her apparent mind reading abilities having clearly sussed the vulgarity without apparent effort. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned as she held her hand next to his nose, and he inhaled her choice cunt scent. “Scheinen Sie ein wenig auslaufen,” she suggested. To be honest, he’d have been shocked if he wasn’t leaking a little.
“Who’s next?” he asked, when they were back at the beginning again. “Me please….and two trips, Sir,” said Magdalene Drage. “Ughhh,” moaned Rocky as she spat out the bit, “thank you so much, Sir….I really enjoyed it all. Hopefully you’ll have time to properly please pussy before you go?” He nodded, as they exchanged the harness again for his latest….well, Shanks’ Pony. “Certainly,” he confirmed, “since my time here is fairly flexible….for reasons we’ll reach presently.” He waited for several seconds whilst Dredge dropped to the floor, ready to be ridden….THWACKK “….MMMM,” she moaned. “Away with you, Maggie,” he ordered, “Anyway, we continued in like fashion for what seemed forever.”
“In Kürze werden wir schrauben….” she said at last with a slight smile. Wonderful, since they’d be screwing shortly, “….so werden wir Ihre Strafe einrichten….” so we will set up your punishment....his second Sex Thrashing of the day, “besonders keck und strafbares Gesäß.” An especially cheeky and punishable buttocks....or alternatively a particularly pert and punishable posterior, which amounted to much the same thing, “….meine Fotzenwährung ist sechs für sex.” So her cunt currency was Six For Sex….another phrase which worked well in German. She strode away towards the back wall, which was completed covered by instruments of coercion and correction.
Then she collected a cane and returned with it, flexing it between her fingers. This would all hurt his hiney horribly. “Ich kann zwölf Streifen sehen,” she asked, “warum war dies?” The twelve strokes she could see were easily explained. “Bitte, Fräulein Hauptmann,” he replied, “es war drei ficks….mit zwei kurzen, während ich bewusstlos war.” Three fucks, with two short ones whilst unconscious. “Unter umgekehrten Umständen,” she said with a smile, “wäre es Vergewaltigung gewesen….” his point precisely….in reverse circumstances it would have been rape, “….jetzt wollen wir anfängen….” so now they’d begin, and he gritted his teeth. He’d have girded his loins, except she’d already done so on his behalf….what wit? “….Sie können mich als Herrin bezeichnen.” At least Mistress was quicker than her assumed rank.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“EINS, danke HERRIN….AHHH,” he gasped, claiming canees’ privilege with considerable difficulty. His seat was still somewhat sore from The Dreadful Griffin’s many ministrations, and each stroke would strike a previous stripe. Worse, when it struck he automatically recoiled away, thus stretching his scrotum in the process.
“I assume you all wield the weapon well?” he enquired, “since the General Studies Caning Classes have all been concluded….?” there were six neat nods, including his present pony, “….presumably you were all passed out with Sex Thrashing strokes….?” the gestures were repeated, “….Evie next, please.” Once again he waited whilst his pony was replaced.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YI….ZWEI, danke HERRIN….AHHH,” he yelped, with what was a Rhyming Response in the language. It would, he decided in advance, be the same for the following stroke.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YI….DREI, danke HERRIN….AHHH,” he yelped similarly. At least he was halfway through his hell….baring any extras. The unwritten rule wafted through his memory: Never Count A Caning Concluded Until Your Caner Confirms Closure. He’d had plenty of posterior punishments in the past with which to prove the painful point.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YAROOO….VIER, danke HERRIN….AHHH,” he gasped.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YEOUCH….FÜNF, danke HERRIN….AHHH,” he gasped, wondering whether the next one really would be the last….and if she’d make him wait for the whack?
“As you’re all now aware,” he said, “stopping short at the penultimate stroke is simply studied sadism, as carried out by most competent caners. It puts massive mental misery into the mind of the canee….” he saw several slight smiles, “….fortunately, I was spared this suffering.”
“Nun,” she said, “der Schnitt der Gnade.” Colloquially called the Cut Of Grace….although the French rendering somehow sounded better.
SWISHHHTHWACKKKK
“YIKES….SECHS, danke HERRIN….AHHH,” he gasped, “vielen dank für den Stock. Ich weiß, dass es verdient war.” Many thanks for the stick, which he knew was well-deserved.
“After what seemed another eternity,” he said, “she removed WANKER! Then she presented me with her own pussy, by sitting down next to my nose, with her legs spread invitingly. Can we have Lyddy next?” He waited whilst the first of The Lousy Twins was kitted up.
“Ist die reale Sache nicht besser, Wichserjunge Wilhelm?” Obviously the real thing was better. “Jawohl, Fräulein Hauptmann,” he said, “soll ich lecken?” Hopefully, she’d like him to lick? “Ja, bitte schön….Schenkel,” she replied, with a fair approximation to Shanks, but anyway a Yes Please. She shifted her slit closer….THWACKK “….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he tickled the teacher’s twat with his tongue, by means of the long licks. They really weren’t necessary, since she was totally turned on….THWACKK “….UHHH….UHHH,” she added as he delved deeper. Hadn’t he been here before? Yes and no, since she was his second slit for this Sunday.
As always, it was pain and pleasure….the former for the fella and the latter for the lovely Lady. Desperately he attempted to concentrate on the cute cunt, rather than his stretched scrotum….THWACKK “….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned again and again. Then he rummaged around and was able to take her engorged clitoris into his mouth….THWACKK “….UHHH….UHHH….mein Gott, ich bin cumming….” which really requested no linguistic expertise, “….YAHH….YAHH….YAHH.” Nor this….SLAPP “….AHH….” SLAPP “….AHH,” he gasped. “Habe ich etwas über das anhalten gesagt?” The same exhortation about not stopping as The Dreadful Griffin earlier.
“So I continued to cum her cute cunt,” he said, “until eventually she too was satisfied. I was aching all over, since it was a position of predicament bondage which was worse with time….let alone all the testicle torture for my trouble, and all the continual cropping.
“Jetzt warden wir ficken….” she said, sliding herself beneath his body. At least they were now going to fuck. However the problem was how his penis was several inches away from the pussy prize, “….Sie müssen Ihre Hodensack erheblich dehnen, um die Schlampe zu schrauben.” Exactly as he’d feared….he’d have to stretch his scrotum substantially in order to screw the slut. “Ohh,” he moaned as she touched his tool tenderly, and guided it towards her twat.
He gritted his teeth, and girded his loins….well, they were already pretty much so. “AHHH,” he gasped as he pushed his dick downwards. “Zumindest ist es mit acht Zoll einfacher,” she murmured. At least it was easier with eight inches….very fucking funny, so to speak. After another age, he felt his fancy fully on her labial lips. Sod, since this was simply the start, and it would be much more before she was fully fucked. “AHHH….meine Eier,” he gasped….me balls.”
She smiled sweetly. “Hör auf dich zu beschweren oder ich füge noch vier Unzen hinzu,” she murmured. All right, he’d stop complaining, since he certainly didn’t want another four ounces. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned in pure penile pleasure. Despite his seeming Superiority, it was quite clearly horrendous humiliation. Even so it was unbelievably erotic, and his heart sang. Finally she was fully fucked, at the considerable cost of a screamingly stretched scrotum.
“So I started to screw her slowly,” he explained, “which at least was a tiny respite each time I withdrew. However, it wasn’t nearly enough….” he paused, “last but not least, it’s Lotty.”
THWAPP “….UGHHH,” he gasped as her crop competently caught his crotch. “Buckel mich härter,” she hissed, “oder ich traf die Hoden.” He’d be happy to hump her harder….otherwise it would be ball beating. “UHHH….” she moaned, “….AHHH….UHHH….AHHH….UHHH,” he answered. Michelangelo Buonarroti in mediæval times had it right about the agony and the ecstasy. Desperately he wanted it to end, but at the same time an eternity of eroticism would do nicely. Then his tool told him its time was up. “Bitte, Herrin,” he moaned, feeling himself falling over the edge, “Ich bin fertig….” he was done….if not done in, “….UHHH….JAHH….AHHH….JAHH….AHHH.” His spurting pushed her into orgasm again, “UHHH….UHHH….JAHH….JAHH,” she moaned.
“Several seconds after I’d stopped spunking,” he said, “and with the removal of the sexual imperative, I became much more aware of the acute agonies I was still suffering. I withdrew my rapidly retreating soft shaft, but alas the elasticised cord was still hard at work.”
“Bitte….bitte….die Eier….” he implored, as she slithered out from under, “….ohh,” he added as she relented and released the Rope Of Rack And Ruin. “Did you enjoy it all?” she asked, dabbing herself down with a tissue, whilst reverting into ordinary English. “Uhhh….yes, Ma’am,” he admitted, “although the only part of me which isn’t stiff is my shaft.” SLAPP “….AHH,” he gasped. “Very witty, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, as she released the shackles, and he was at last able to lower himself to the floor.
“The School Secretary was kind enough to help me with the deviant’s directory,” she continued, “after Shagger mentioned it to me. I hadn’t thought about such role-play sessions, but they do seem an excellent idea. She also told me how you’d declined all her offers last year, so I suppose I should be flattered.” He shrugged. “It’s been a matter of stimulating my small submissive side, Ma’am,” he explained, “something with which several strict souls have been happy to help. I daresay I might even ask Sue Sweet whether she’d deign to give me a tumble before the end of term….should she bear me no ill will.”
She handed him another tissue, and he was able to wipe his willy. “You can stay starkers for the rest of the day,” she said, “since you’ll enjoy the exhibitionism. I’ll keep your clothes here, and drop them into your dorm at some stage. I understand you’ve two voluntary victim sessions this evening, so it’ll save you from the defenestration….and thus at least six strokes from the Curfew Monitor.”
“We’d automatically assumed The Flaunts had done the deed,” said the dorm captain, “but it means you can stick around for a while longer after the commencement of curfew.” Which was fair enough. “I’ve been thinking about you all,” he said, kneeling down respectfully, “and I reckon you’re really closet Humiliatrices….although as we’ve just convincingly confirmed, you all switch somewhat. Sneaking’s similar, since it means you can enjoy substantial Schadenfreude. But as an exhibitionist, I’m happy to help. How about some filthy photos, which you can show off around the school….and send to The Camera Club….” the slightly suspect after-hours school society, of which alas he wasn’t a member, “….I’ll have huge helpings of horrendous humiliation, with whatever fun fantasies you fancy following.”
There were six squeals, as the dorm captain collected a camera and handed it to Rock’N’Roll. “Dorm captain first,” she said, sitting on her bed, “get yourself into the Wheelbarrow Position….and someone source a spanking slipper.” He backed himself up, with his head and shoulders on the floor….SMACKK….SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped….FLASHH. “We’ll take a trample with a Walkover,” said Little to Lose, as he lay on the floor….FLASHH “….ohh….ohh,” he gasped as the Twins both stood on his stomach and chest.
“Stay where you are,” said Evil Intent, “and I’ll face sit you, whilst cropping your crotch.” He waited whilst she stepped across him, and slowly sat down….FLASHH “….Mmmmffff,” he moaned in the delicious darkness….THWAPP “….MMMMFFFF.” FLASHH. “I fancy some slapping, Shanks,” said Dredge, so kneel before me.” He duly did so….SLAPP “….Oww….” SLAPP “….Oww….” FLASHH….as slowly he straightened. “I want worship, Wanker Boy Will,” said Rock’N’Roll, taking the crop, and holding her hands on hips in commanding fashion in front of him. Then she spread her legs….FLASHH “….Uhhh….MA’AM,” he moaned at the sight of her slit only inches away….THWACKK “….Oww….” THWACKK “….Oww,” he gasped….FLASHH “….which was for Leching Longingly Like A Loser,” she said, her voice full of pleasure.
“We’ll have a couple with you wanking your willy worthlessly,” said the dorm captain, “so start by stretching your scrotum.” He stared into the lens, with the height of humiliation….FLASHH. “Now stroke your shaft shamelessly,” she said. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned….FLASHH “….excellent.” Then he smiled. “What about me being knackered naked?” he suggested, “with two gorgeous girls holding my arms and legs apart? I’d suggest you all put on bra and naughty knicks, so the shots don’t completely compromise your Maidenly Modesty.”
They all hurried away, and returned several seconds later all adorned. “Ohh….” he moaned as he was man….well, Lady handled into place, by both Dredge and Evil Intent. He felt fingers fondling his fanny, and then they burrowed between his legs “….UGHHH,” he added as his nuts were knackered with the second, or so-called Back attack….FLASHH “….UGHHH,” he repeated, with his eyes and mouth wide open. “Would you like to ring the changes?” he suggested, “so the photographer can be in on the action?” He watched whilst the dorm captain handed the camera to Louise Roccella-Roland, and his handlers were also amended to The Lousy Twins. “UGHHH….UGHHH,” he moaned again. Clearly, the action was appreciated by all concerned.
Then he heard Big Ben striking for….good grief, it was 9.45pm. “I ought to be away, lovely Ladies,” he said as he was released reluctantly, “thank you for a superb session, and I hope you’re all satisfied.” There were several sniggers. “Indeed we are,” said Rocky, “although we’ll all be wanting to screw you at some stage.” Wonderful news….but not now. “Alas, I can’t assist with any action until my restoration,” he replied, “although I ought to be able to make a suitable start on Friday evening….with you?” She shook her head.
“Much as I’d appreciate the offer,” she replied, “I fear you’ve a previous appointment….” he had? “….you’re down to do Madam Dee.” Really? “How would you know?” he asked with sudden suspicion, “since my study’s been locked since last week.” She smiled, smugly. “Only to you,” she said, “since I checked it out with Shagger this morning….” Ohh, “….and you’ll also be making waves with Mississippi on Saturday morning.” Ha bloody ha, “I honestly didn’t know she cared,” he said faintly, “although she WAS pretty pally, after having made me Walk The Plank last Friday afternoon.”
She shrugged. “Their entries were quite clear in your Hit List,” she confirmed, “Deborah Maddon: 7.30pm, final fuck in my study, followed by Edith Zippy: Swimming Pool, 6.15am. So we’ve entered Shanks’ P♀nies starting Saturday evening, following another Voluntary Victim night….if you wouldn’t mind….?” he mouthed her a quick kiss in reply, “….after which two twats of your choice will retire with you. It’ll be a Bi-some threesome….presumably you’ve no objection….?” not half….as he shook his head, “Sodding Shagger’s fucking The Flaunts in similar fashion,” he interjected, “as I found out earlier, and I’ll admit I was more than mildly jealous. However, by kind courtesy of copulating your cute cunts, I’ve no reason to be so any longer.”
She took back the thread, “….with two more the following morning. Then it’s the same again on Sunday evening, when we thought you might like to finish your fucking fun with Lotty and Lyddy?” This time he nodded. “I’ve always wanted to tackle two twins’ twats together,” he admitted, “and I suspect most fellas have such filthy fantasies. But thanks again….and do feel free to leak any or all the lurid details onto the Bush Telegraph, together with any embellishments of your choice. Anyway, I’ll away….and look forward to Friday, unless we’re sharing any classes. If it’s the case, I’ll be more than happy to sit with you if you wish?”
There were six smiles. “Would you like us to Lay Down The Law?” asked Charlotte Toulouse, “….as Silage says in his Biology classes,” added her Sister. “Yes please….Mesdemoiselles,” he replied, “then you can Shop me for Languishing Along Lovely Legs….or anything else, as appeals. I’ll be caned for the crime….” even though he’d be innocent, however it was a rogue’s charter. Innocent young Ladies were always believed at St Sticks, “….plus three more for Being Bothered By Beating….” he stood slowly, and held out his arms, “….how about hugs from my Humiliatrices?”
There were six smiles. “Uhhh….” he moaned whilst The Whines wanked his willy, “….Mmmm,” he added as she kissed him hard. “UHHH….Mmmm….UHHH….Mmmm,” he repeated as The Lousy Twins took his tool in turns. Then it was Evil Intent. “Mmmm….” followed by Dredge, “….Mmmm.” Which left only Rock’n’Roll. His penis pulsed as she smiled serenely. “Mmmm….” he moaned as she melted into his arms, and kissed him with what appeared passion, “….Mmmm,” she echoed as her fingers fondled his fancy. “Think of me throughout the week….Wanker Boy Will,” she urged, “and will you escort me to the Summer Balls?”
He nodded numbly, even as several celestial harps started sounding. “Yes, Ma’am,” he moaned, “Uhhh….OMG, I’m spunking….UHHH….yess….YESS….YESS.” Several spurts shot from his straining shaft, and fell onto the floor. “SUCH a stud,” she said severely, “now lick up all this mess, since we don’t want to live in a dirty dorm.” It was the second occasion she’d ordered him to do so, the first having been two evenings previously, on the Level 1 landing. “Yes, MA’AM,” he muttered, dropping down to his knees….FLASHH. At least he now knew the naughtiness from his tool was totally tasteless.
“I think I’m done….Mesdemoiselles,” he said, struggling to his feet. “Thank you….Will,” said the dorm captain, “Rocky assured us you’d once performed the same service. We weren’t completely convinced, but now there’s no doubt of your sincerity. Anyway, a very good night to you from us all, and sleep well.” Doubtless he’d do so. “Goodnight, everyone,” he replied, his head still swirling slightly. Rock’N’Roll mouthed him another kiss, and he padded slowly out of the dorm.
Maybe, he mused as he retreated towards the Level 5 landing, he should suggest a second, and solo session with her….always assuming all went well with the first? Almost automatically, he turned to go downstairs, and then stopped himself. It was the second time in two days he’d been saved from a subsequent swishing. Resolutely, he continued up the final flight. His own silent passage was masked by cuts of the cane and the cries of a criminal echoing upwards from the entrance hall. He shivered slightly, since it could so easily have been his own fate.
Then he reached the Level 6 landing, and continued counter-clockwise into the quadrangle corridor. Or was it with a little lævorotatorial leaning, as sodding Shagger would say? He passed Dorm 6Z with The Six Zebras. Next it was Dorm 6Y, with The Six Reas♂ns Why Y♂u’re F♂r It. Doubtless they went well with each other, since their disciplinary dispositions were so different. He was still slightly light-headed when he reached his final destination for the day.
Dorm 6X
The Six X-Hibiti♂nists
He opened the door and padded inside to find all his dorm mates in bed. He glanced up at the clock, and saw it was 9.57pm….so three minutes short of Lights Out. “Hello, chaps,” he said, heading for bed Z in the centre of the room. His clothes had arrived, lying on the bedside cabinet. “I happened to be here when Angular Angela dropped in your stuff, Wanker Boy Will,” said Aesop Hislop, “she said it had been an enjoyable Sunday Special for you both….” he smiled, “….she’s offered me a similar session next term….” good for him, “….as a German garçon, I shall be delighted to meet Fräulein Hauptmann Winkel, either as das Geheime Staatspolizeimädchen oder die Gefängnislagerkommandantin….” the prison Camp Commandant, “….I assume you screwed her?”
He nodded. “Albeit under severe scrotum stretching,” he confirmed, “and I now understand what you mean about The Dreadful Griffin….” there were six sniggers, “….I have NEVER been so terrified for my testicles and tool. But I agree it was worth everything….” he paused, “….my two Voluntary Victim nights also went well, and I might even have got a girlfriend. This really WOULD be a new and daring departure….although obviously it’s wildly too late in the day to be anything permanent.” There were six stares. “Presumably one of The Flaunts?” probed his dorm captain, however he shook his head.
“She’s actually one of The Six Sneaks,” he replied, to several gasps of shock, “Rock’N’Roll, formerly Loo Rolls….and whilst I remember, for the next two weeks I’m Patron of what’s now Shanks’ P♀nies….” more gasps, “….they could be classed as having been closet Humiliatrices, however they definitely do switch. As a now-confirmed and incorrigible exhibitionist, it explains why we’ve achieved so much together….” he smiled, “….culminating in a whole series of horrendously humiliating filthy photos. I’ve suggested they circulate them widely around the school. In conclusion, I can cordially commend the dorm of deviant damsels to you….since you seek some of the same sorts of sin. After all, exhibitionism is really public humiliation, but by someone who encourages and enjoys it.”
There were several smiles. “A sound summary of our psyches’ suspect status,” said Arse Up Aesop, “and we’ll be delighted to do so. Clearly you’ve….well, cum to terms with this aspect of your suspect and sordid sexuality, with what amounts to a Mental Makeover….” he hadn’t thought of it as such, but the dorm captain was quite correct, “….I’m sure you’ll be far happier as a result….” he certainly hoped so, “….but you do deserve a medal for what amounts to more Makeovers with The Six Sneaks. I’ll have a word with The Whines in the morning, and we’ll offer ourselves as voluntary victims next week, so thanks for the tip.”
The dorm lights blinked off as he spoke, even as Big Ben started to strike for 10pm, and the room was suddenly in darkness. “Goodnight everyone,” he said as he fumbled beneath the bedcovers, and the sentiment was variously returned. Tomorrow was another day….and a Detention, so he’d be wearing his Short Shirt again. But he’d spent so much time today in the altogether anyway, so it wouldn’t make much difference. As Aesop Hislop had said, he reckoned he now understood his sinful psyche much more. He closed his eyes since sleep was close, and as a mental image of a smiling Louise Roccella-Roland formed in front of them. She was separating her slit, in preparation for him to poke her pussy.
To be continued (in chapter 235)
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