Chapter 235 - part (4) of (4)

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“I’ll give you a run for your money….darling,” he said, as he carried the football. “So will I….darling,” she replied, flexing her fingers firmly….PEEP, went the whistle, and they were off. He ran like a frightened rabbit, in fear of his balls, but he was aware she would easily outrun him. “NACCARIM….NACCARIM,” he heard Lady Delia Brusch’s dulcet tones. Sure enough, within a few feet of the assembled company, his gonads were grabbed and he felt himself falling forwards. He landed painfully on the grass with The Green Goddess on top of him, and clutching his crotch. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped, before she stood slowly.

 

“Ordinarily, I’d have passed the ball to one of my team, Mesdames and Sirs,” she said, “but might I demonstrate a Convulsion?” NO….he thought desperately, however he was evidently outvoted by six to one. “Look lively, Shagger,” said Have A Thrash, “turn over at once, with your legs spread….” he duly did so, and the football was placed into position….THUNKK “….Ohh,” he gasped as it sailed away, “….bravo….I’m sure it would have scored. Go and fetch it, Shagger….double quick.” He hurried away, however he was already winded. “Huhh….huhh,” he huffed as he returned and handed it over to Ruby Whacks. “You’re out of condition, Shagger,” she said with a sniff. “Which is exactly as I’ve been telling him for almost two years,” said Ava Frasch, wryly, “and hardly helped by chronic cheating during his last two cross-country runs.”

 

There were several sniggers. “How?” asked her new-found cousin. “By cutting the course, and arranging for motorized transport,” she replied. “I hope he was properly punished for such sin, Ava,” she said. “Most certainly, Ruby,” was the reply, “he was swished soundly….” she paused, “….anyway, we’re just about done, unless anyone wishes to witness the whacks….” there were five neat nods, “….so we’ll say the final score was two points to six, with the Studs’n’Sluts winners….” thanks a bunch, “….take the tawse, Shirley, and give him what-for….” she sniggered softly, “….which may make a change from what-ho….” indeed so, as he formed the angle with his legs spread, “….since there’s so many bottoms to beat, we usually operate the system of Rapid Responses….does St Bodlians use them at all?”

 

The Headmaster nodded. “Yes,” he replied, “when beating bad boys over the Block. It is the birch for those in the lower 6^th form, with the cane for younger years. We have what we call Felon Flogging Fridays at five, which are applied after three Detentions have been reached….the dose of discipline increasing after each multiple. They are public punishments, taken on stage in the assembly hall, and offer an appreciative audience….” he smiled, “….we also have a branch of the BBC….” the British Birching Club, and nothing to do with broadcasting, “….an out-of-hours school society, for those prefects who always enjoyed some sound swishing.” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK….” OWW….” CRACKK….” OWW….” CRACKK….” OWW….” CRACKK….” OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW,” he gasped in pure pain. “Is it another three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing?” asked Ruby Whacks, and belatedly he recalled how she’d said HER school.

 

He’d automatically assumed it to be the one she’d attended, not where she worked. “No….” replied Have A Thrash, and he saw some faces fall, “….it’s a tap taken to the testicles with the tawse….” now there were several smiles, “….there’s no doubt he’s been Bothered By Beating….as WE say at St Sticks.” Crackk “….UGHHH,” he moaned in a haze of pain. Slowly, he straightened up, and so did his shaft with another salute. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, as Shirley Greene assumed the Position…. CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” she gasped. “Do you have naughty nipples?” asked the Headmaster. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, “I’m guilty….so it’s a tap to the twat….” Crackk “….UGHHH,” she added.

 

“I am very impressed with this game,” he said, “and it is certainly something we would wish to seriously consider taking on board. As you may imagine, we are somewhat in the shadow of the far more famous scholastic institution just down the road….” Rugby School, “….and Naccarim would enable us to make our mark rather more….” he smiled, “….even though we are somewhat stricter with swishing. But when we are up and running….so to speak….” was there no end to this wit? “….maybe there might be some scope for inter-school challenge matches? Does St Templars play too….?”

 

Ava Frasch nodded, “….then we have the seeds sown for the start of a league. St Bowlers could play each school, and then the two winners have a final….” he paused, and pursed his lips, “….I was also most interested in the impromptu demonstration of derrière discipline….” one of the original grandiloquisms, imparted by no lesser personage than Kenneth Grahame himself in his children’s classic, The Wind In The Willows, meaning on the spur of the moment, “….since we are expecting our first intake of deviant damsels in the Autumn….” he’d said as such at 3am, “….although we still have to decide upon whether they should wear bowler hats, the same as the studs.”

 

Abruptly, he recalled Lady Delia Brusch once stating these same sentiments. But perhaps now was his chance for some modest retribution? “Might I suggest Shirley tries one out for size, Sir,” he opined, “together with some beating and birching over the Block. Surely some practice with punishing a pretty posterior wouldn’t go amiss?” The Headmaster smiled sweetly. “You must have read my mind, Shagger,” he replied, even as The Green Goddess shrugged. “I know when I’m beaten, Sir,” she muttered, “or about to be. But I can be a wanton wicked wench which wants the whacks, when my small submissive side seeks some stimulation.”

 

Very droll. “Were there any questions before we go?” asked Have A Thrash. “Just one,” replied Ruby Whacks, “we didn’t see a Free Kick….” Oops, “….might I oblige?” Oh, dear….so he hadn’t got away with it after all? “Surely,” her cousin replied, “Shagger….stand in the Position For Pain. This is another item we’ve taken from St Templars….in addition to their tawse.” Or as St Templare: A Hyſtorye less politely put it, St Sticks had stolen everything in sight, from shirts and shorts to sheets. He spread his legs again, bent both knees, and leaned backwards slightly….WHUMPP “….URGHHH,” he moaned, keeling forward and cupping his crotch.

 

“I also have a Birching Block in my Flat,” said Dr Wilberforce Throgmorton, “so perhaps Shirley and I might adjourn there for, say an hour? I also have a fine collection of etchings, of which she might be interested?” Really? “I also would wish to discuss a few things with Sir Digby,” said Lady Delia Brusch, “and since I live in London, the school has provided me with a fine Flat.” It was probably free, too. “Which leaves only us,” said Rhiwbina Wackel, “I suggest Ava and Shagger accompany me to MY Flat?” Might it be a Bi-some threesome? “Excellent,” said Sir Digby, “if the St Sticks contingent could kindly meet back at the car park afterwards.”

 

The Governor and Governess held hands, and headed away towards the school buildings. They were followed by Shirley Greene, who had her arm around The Headmaster’s waist. “Shape up, Shagger,” said Ava Frasch, “it looks like you may be in luck after all.” She and her cousin ducked under his shoulders. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned with each step, frogmarched with the assistance of two fetching floozies. “I hope we won’t keep you from your work, Ruby?” she asked. “No, Ava….” she replied, continuing to talk across him, “….fortunately I’m free for lessons 1 and 2 on a Monday.”

 

The others had already all moved on way ahead by the time they reached the car park again. Alfred Heath saluted at his seat as they passed the Roller, presumably having already been briefed by his employer about the likely timescale involved? Then they continued towards a large unmarked outbuilding, several storeys high. “This houses the Staff studies and Flats,” she said, “and fortunately I’m on the ground floor.” Good….since it would mean not managing any steps. “You don’t think ill of me for my….well, extra-curricular activities, cousin?” she asked, slightly shyly it seemed as they pushed open some double doors. “Not at all,” Ava Frasch replied, “since I did something similar for many years. As this bad boy knows, I ran a dry-cleaning business in Letchhampton’s HIGH STREET….with a similarly slightly suspect sideline as a semi-professional prostitute and Dominatrix. Tell her my trading title, Shagger.”

 

He took a deep breath, “Huhh….it was Hot Stuff….huhh….Ma’am,” he huffed, “as indeed you were….huhh….and are….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he added, as they continued along a gloomy corridor. “Were all those confessions yesterday evening about Panty Pervert Pete for real, Shagger?” asked Ruby Whacks. “Huhh….no, Ma’am,” he replied, “they’re mostly taken from a distant dream….huhh….although Peter Purvis has become one of my role-play personas….huhh….I’ve acted him out on several occasions….huhh….but it’s been completely consensual….” of sorts, “….the same with the telephone calls….huhh….which are only by prior arrangement.” Finally, they reached their destination.

 

Rhiwbina Wackel

He noted there were no Latin logos as she kicked open the door. “Now you understand why I only do outcalls,” she said wryly as they stepped inside, “since otherwise it could lead to difficulties….” too true, “….I left Shagger on the edge last night, for Shirley to screw subsequently….but did you do the same this morning? I only ask, since with all his schoolboy salutes, he’s been parading a pulsing penis like a peacock.” He could see all manner of bondage hardware, exactly as might have expected. “Can we have him against a wall, Ruby….?” she asked in reply, as they raised his arms.

 

“Ohh….ohh….” he moaned as his wrists were shackled, and he hung limply….all apart from the aforementioned straining shaft, “….but yes, since it was a time of Teasing and Denial, with testicular torments whilst I satisfied myself on an electromechanical fucking machine. What weight did you suffer, Shagger?” she asked, as she ironed his ankles with his legs apart. “Please, Ma’am,” he muttered, “it was….huff….8oz.” There were two separate sniggers. “So it had best be 12oz this time….” she said, “NO,” he moaned, “….fine,1lb. Was there anything else you wanted to say?”

 

He smiled wanly, with the swishees’ smirk. “Ohh….AHH….HEEE…AYEEEEE,” he gasped as each 4oz weight was hung in turn onto the NACCATAPE. “Always assuming we’re now firm friends, Ruby,” she continued, “perhaps we might indulge in erotic entertainment?” There was another neat nod, as they shed their crimson-coloured hot pants, folding them to the floor. Needless to say, neither had been wearing naughty knickers. Then they adopted the sixdy nine Position, as so many favourite and firm female friends were wont to do. It was also a twin thing, and Sisters too, since his Missus and Miffy Smiffy were the same. “Uhhh….uhhh….uhhh,” they both moaned together with what must almost amount to self-stimulation, whilst writhing around in obvious ecstasy.

 

“Sometimes I agree with Shagger’s deep-seated desire….UHHH….to be an exhibitionist,” moaned Have A Thrash. “Yes, Ava….UHHH,” agreed her cousin, “it’s always better with an appreciative audience….UHHH….especially when it’s a mere male which can look and Lech Longingly Like A Loser….UHHH….but not touch twat.” Dammit….this was more denial. Hopefully though, they’d hump him hard when they’d had their fun? “UHHH….YESS….” moaned Ava Frasch, “….UHHH….YESS,” echoed Rhiwbina Wackel.

 

Time always stretched interminably, when one had a scrotum in a similar state. According to the wall clock, over half an hour had elapsed before they were finally finished. “Could you successfully screw us both, Shagger?” asked Have A Thrash as they each stood, shakily. “Yes, Mesdames,” he muttered, “I can cope with copulation of two consecutive cunts….” SLAPP “….arrogant bastard,” she said mildly, “but I was hoping we could count on you….” so he was nocent….guilty, and another good grandiloquism, or not innocent?  “….we’d best sort out some suitable Sex Thrashings. My cunt currency’s Six For Sex….what’s yours?” A mild and bitter, he thought wittily, with its allusion to alcohol.

 

“Mine too,” replied Ruby Whacks so it should be a dozen due….” Ouch, “….the BBC meets here on occasion, so he can take them over the Block. But since it seems he’s had several sessions of T&D….and taken six taps of the tawse, shall we say half has already happened?” Ava Frasch nodded, so at least his punishment on the playing field had been put to some good use. “Ohh….ohh,” he added as the shackles and irons were released. Slightly unsteadily, he padded across the room, still under testicular torment, and knelt on the first step.

 

“Get all the way over, Shagger,” she ordered, “elbows on the floor, with your neat little bottom, arse in the air….” another dollar, “….I’ll apply mine staccato style….” oo..er, yes MA’AM, “….me too,” added her cousin, “and no cumming….or your testicles will be in REAL trouble.” He didn’t doubt it, but the problem would be to comply. “You may as well have a bowler hat too, Shagger,” she said, placing one squarely on his head. At least he’d now look the part of the punished pupil.

 

SWISHHCRACKKK    SWISHHCRACKKK    SWISHHCRACKKK

“YEEE..HEEE..EEEE….” he yelped, with the required response, “….WHACKO! MA’AM.” Facing towards the Block was a large camera on a tripod. This too was quite normal, since it was customary to capture BBC birchings on AV Record. Then they could be sent away to the archive, and for the National Newsletter. Really choice birched bottoms could then be given wider….well, exposure. Patiently, he waited whilst they changed places.     

 

SWISHHCRACKKK    SWISHHCRACKKK    SWISHHCRACKKK “YEEE..EEEE..HEEE….WHACKO! MA’AM,” he yelped. Hell….how it hurt, but it was also unbelievably erotic. Much more, and he might have spunked, as she’d said. “Turn over and around,” ordered Ruby Whacks, “with your elbows propped up on the step, and we’ll screw you in the Superior style. You can take tongue to twat too, and please the other pussy during your perverted penile pleasure….Peter. Who’s first to fuck, Ava?” The other took out a coin, as he bent backwards over the bench. “AYEEEEE,” he shouted as the lead weights slipped off the edge, and his scrotum was suddenly stretched.

 

“Heads or Tools, Ruby,” she said without sympathy, “which is nothing if not absolutely apt….?” Very fucking funny. “Tools,” she replied as the bowler hat slipped off, “….Ruby’s right, so start licking where I like it.” She stood astride his head, and hauled hard on his hair. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” she moaned as he duly diddled her and delved deep. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as he felt a fancy sliding slowly down his straining shaft. “I….UHHH….said I’d screw you soon, Shagger….UHHH,” moaned Ruby Whacks, “although I honestly didn’t expect to have my wicked way with your willy quite so quickly….UHHH….anyway it must be miles better….UHHH….than wanking wor….UHHH….lessly….yes….YESS….YESS.”

 

Excellent….and now to climax the other teacher, hopefully before he came himself? He redoubled his efforts, and sucked her clit quickly into his mouth. “UHHH….YESS….YESS,” she gasped. Then Rhiwbina Wackel was at him again. “UHHH….MA’AM,” he moaned, as Ava Frasch shifted position, and squeezed his neck with her legs with some slight strangulation….what a way to go? Hadn’t it been Xenia Onnatop, one of James Bond’s foremost femme fatales, who’d enjoyed despatching dudes in this manner? Certainly in her case she was a femme fatal….what wit? “UHHH….MA’AM….UHHHKK,” he gasped, “I’m spunking….yes….YESS….YESS.” Then there was no more.

 

SLAPP “….Oww,” he gasped. “I fear you fainted, Shagger,” said Have A Thrash, “but fortunately only for a few minutes….” she paused, “….you seem to be ready for your second instalment.” He nodded weakly. “Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, still slightly light-headed, “the testicular torment does tend to keep my erection on the boil, and so does the Snuff Stuff. It was absolutely….well, out of this world, and I’d be highly happy to have Miss Ruby try HER hand as Famke Janssen.”

 

The ancient Actress who’d played the part, and once more they moved into place. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as a second similar slit slithered along his shaft. “UHHH….UHHH….SHAGGUHHHH,” she moaned as she too humped him hard, “I hope you’ll be attending Summer School in the holidays….” very likely, “….but if not, I’ll still screw you when I visit your philandering father next time at your home….” just as well his parents were in an open-marriage, “….UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS.”

 

Then Rhiwbina Wackel stood astride him, and with her legs firmly around his neck. “I’ll take some tongue too, Shagger,” she said, “let’s see if you can cum me before you spunk a second time….or faint again.” She stared down into his eyes, and already he could feel his face reddening. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he licked her labial lips, his tongue lolling out of its own accord. Then he felt the friction from the fuck as his fancy was humped hard all over again. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHHKK….UHHHKK….I’m spurting....YESS.” Then there was no more.

 

He awoke to discover he was being dragged between them along the corridor, somehow whilst wearing his bowler hat again. “Ohh,” he gasped, as he attempted to start walking. “Glad you’re back with us again, Shagger,” said Ruby Whacks. “No sodding stamina,” growled Have A Thrash, “which is the problem with most mere males nowadays. I enjoyed my time on the fucking machine this morning, since it’ll continue competently cumming my cunt for as long as I wish.” They reached the double doors, and he blinked in the sudden sunlight.

 

As they approached the Rolls Royce, he could see The Headmaster and Shirley Greene in a passionate embrace. She too was wearing a crimson-coloured bowler hat, which appeared to answer the earlier question by acclamation. “Now Sir’s here,” said the chauffeur, “I’ve a message from Lady Delia Brusch. It seems Sir Digby will be staying overnight at St Bodlians….” he coughed discretely, “….I believe it may be something to do with him being a sex slave….” Oops, “….I’m instructed to take you all back to St Sticks, and then collect him tomorrow afternoon. It seems I shall be staying at The Boot Inn again….” Rhiwbina Wackel licked her lips, “….just in case anyone needs to know.”

 

Clearly, he’d indecent designs on Rugby Ruby for a second sex session. Then they all shook hands, variously. “Thank you for the Presentation, Ms Thrash….err….Frasch,” said The Headmaster, “I hope to meet you again, during a Naccarim challenge match in the autumn. As for Shagger and The Green Goddess….” he winked once, “….should either of you be passing through Rugby again and fancy some flogging….” and fucking, in her case, “….please feel free to call. Meantime, please keep the hats as mementos. But au revoir for the moment.” They all reciprocated as Alfred Heath held the door open, and the two lovely Ladies boarded.

 

Then he padded forward. “Perhaps some suitable smacks, Sir?” he suggested, bending forward slightly, “as souvenirs of my seat?” SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped. Then he stepped inside, and the door was closed behind him. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he sat down, and was reminded of his raw rear. The chauffeur took the driver’s seat, the engine started, and the car moved forward. They all waved until they’d crossed the car park, and were away along the tree-lined avenue. He unzipped his overnight bag and carefully stowed his souvenir, whilst The Green Goddess did the same.

 

“Which went well,” said Ava Frasch, “I think we can safely say we’ve successfully signed up the school….” she grinned, “….which won’t do me any harm, since I’m on commission with Sex Spikes Ltd for the sale of GIM uniform….” somehow he wasn’t surprised, “….I discovered I have a gift for coercion and correction in commerce.” So she’d probably done some sort of dirty deal which involved discipline? “How did you fare….darling?” he asked of The Green Goddess as they pulled out onto the public highway. This would presumably feed them onto the A1269 trunk road, as indeed they’d used for part of the outwards journey?

 

“Thanks to you….darling….” she replied with obvious feeling, and squirming slightly in her seat, “….I suffered some substantial, and VERY slow swishing as the Apocryphal Schoolgirl, since he wanted to savour every sodding stroke. It was with both beating and birching by the big bastard over the Block, for punishment practice with a pretty posterior, as you’d so kindly offered. It was two dozen in all, and my seat’s still sore. However I was eventually able to turn the tables when I suggested some screwing. He wasn’t desperately desirous of derrière discipline, however his dick made the decision. So we changed places, and I applied a nasty nine cuts with the cane, in accordance with my cunt currency. He made his first mistake when he failed to offer complete contrition at the close. I told him it would be three more whacks as a reminder, and Repeated Rattan. His BIG mistake was to call me a Bitch, at which point I said it would be back to the very beginning with the birch….” she paused, “….with six extras for various Vulgarities along the way. So I gave as much as I got, and then we screwed solidly….” he interrupted her, “….with eight inches of erotic enjoyment?”

 

She pursed her lips. “How did you know….darling?” she asked. “It’s because he caned me competently and comprehensively at about half past three this morning in Reception,” he confirmed, “as he has something going with Tallulah.” Ava Frasch grinned. “I’d wondered about his cryptic comment,” she said, “about almost knowing your neat little bottom already.” So another dollar.

 

“What about Digger?” he asked, “did you put in your request?” She nodded. “He awoke shackled and spread-eagled to the bed,” she replied, “then I engaged in a time of terrible tool teasing, at which you know I’m an expert….” he shivered slightly in fond memory, “….followed by fun fellatio. It’s not normally my cup of tea, but needs must, and I edged him up to instant insanity for almost an hour. I’ll tell you how it panned out.”

 

“UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned, “for fuck’s sake let me spunk….UHHH….I can’t take any more tool teasing.” She smiled. “Don’t be a silly boy,” she said, licking her lips, “we’ve hardly even started….” there was a moan of despair, “….although we’ve been having such fun, perhaps you might like some souvenir shots of the session….?” he struggled strongly against the shackles, which as always achieved nothing….FLASHH “….NO….” FLASHH “….NO,” he gasped in horror, “….pretty pictures for the Camera Club….although I’ll be generous, and won’t make it The News of the Screws….” as the national newspaper was naughtily known, since it should have been World,

 

“….and it’ll be interesting when room service arrives with our breakfast. If you’re an incorrigible exhibitionist, you won’t mind exposing yourself in bed bondage to the Maid….but if not, it’ll be horrendous humiliation….” FLASHH, “….perhaps the former, since your shaft’s still straining.” He shrugged, as well as anyone can do whilst shackled securely. “Can we do a deal….despicable and dastardly deviant damsel?” he suggested, “ask anything at all….within reason.” She smiled, since this should be simpler than she’d expected. “Yes,” she said, “it’s all very simple and civilized. Last night, Shagger agreed to me becoming part of a ménage-a-cinq in the autumn….”

 

“This gets worse,” said Have A Thrash, “I was aware about your ménage-a-trois, but when did it become four….let alone five?” He smiled. “With the third Smith in our year, Ma’am,” he replied, “and only a few days ago. But I’m really only following in the footsteps of Our Man Flint, who had a harem of four permanent playmates.” She sniffed. “I recall watching it on AV Record,” she said sourly, “a seriously sexist swinging sixties spy spoof. I rather recall the Bimbos being brainwashed, and reduced to the ranks of penile Pleasure Units for the Reward Room. But James Coburn, who played the part of Derek Flint, was something else again….” she giggled girlishly, “….I could really go for him….the super-stud secret agent.” So Quod Erat Demonstrandum….or Thus It Has Been Proved?

 

“….and so I want a place at the University of Lancashire. Unfortunately, I haven’t yet applied….” she paused, “….needless to say, I’m more than happy to offer the Chancellor any amount of free fucking facilities. It would be the same sorts of sordid sex and spanking sessions as my three personable prefect peers. I understand there’s a nearby No Tell hotel called The Tell-Tale Tit, where you can take all four twats together if you wish.” He licked his lips.

 

“Consider it done,” he said, “so long as you obtain three grade E’s. You can take any course of your choice….” the power of the establishment was unbelievable….just wave a magic wand? “….I’ll ask Susie Sweet for your confidential school records….” all right, he WAS a Governor, “….and then have Jet Stream post the offer to your home address next week….” he paused, “….do we have a deal….?” she nodded, “….then for fuck’s sake either screw or spunk me. I’ve been on the edge forever, and I can’t think of anything apart from your lovely light and lithe body lying between my legs.” This time it was the power of pussy.

 

“So I screwed him soundly and successfully,” she said, “and we’d finished fucking by the time breakfast arrived. But to my slight surprise, he wasn’t a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am, man, since he spent another quarter of an hour afterwards with cunnilingus. He comprehensively cummed my cute cunt, before we both showered….together. Then I dressed in my GIM uniform, before we went downstairs and met Ava at Reception.” Already, he was beginning to feel drowsy after all his exertions. “I want to know what happened between Shagger and Digger in the car park….” said the teacher, “….so do I….darling,” added The Green Goddess.

 

“It was essentially as he said yesterday,” he replied disarmingly, “with some sound spanking. Though afterwards he put me into the Backbreaker Submission Position, when I took the terrible testicle twist….” he shrugged, “….if you wish, you can tell each other about your sessions with me. I’m nodding off, since I didn’t sleep a lot latterly last night. It was no thanks to Ava, for sentencing me to the Slave Cage beneath the bed….and also for an hour of AHH whilst she screwed herself senseless on the fucking machine.”

 

He stared at her, however she smiled sweetly. “I expect you enjoyed every minute of it….darling,” said Shirley Greene, “but I’ll tell her all about OUR sexploits first….and how we hatched the plot to ensnare the noble knight. If you’re really tired, I suggest you curl up on the floor at our feet. Anyway, it’s where you belong, bad boy.” Fair enough….since it would enable him to take the pressure off his punished posterior. “Ohh,” he moaned, as he lay down uncomfortably. Still, it was no worse than the Cage had been. “We’ll wake you when we reach St Sticks….darling,” her somewhat soft and sensual soprano floated down to him.” He shut his eyes, and very quickly the soothing sounds of the smooth car closed all around him.

To be continued……

 

A spanking in front of the neighbors

Chapter 235 - part (3) of (4)

 Presentation        

Salon 303

shut yourself into the Slave Cage

sleep soundly, Shagger

Oh dear….so it wouldn’t be a time of luxury and luvvy-duvvy. He opened the door and stepped inside to see the room layout was the same as Salon 206. Since it was summer, the dawn was already breaking, so he wouldn’t worry with lights. Silently, he set the key down next to its twin on the table. Have A Thrash was sleeping soundly and sexily, nice and nude on top of the black silk covers. For a moment he considered binding her to the bed, but dismissed it. After all, her instructions had been quite clear, and she wanted him suitably submissive.

 

So he knelt down and opened a gate beneath the bed. Inside it was spartan, with no creature comforts at all apart from a single pillow. With resignation he closed the gate, and it snapped shut. Now there was nothing more to be done, except for some semblance of sleep. He pushed the pillow beneath his beaten bottom, since his punished posterior was a more deserving cause than his head. Then he closed his eyes.   

 

Dave Granger was in grave danger. The secret agent had been sent to Jamaica, and his spying mission had all gone horribly wrong. His destination had been Crab Key, however he’d been captured by the notorious criminal mastermind Dr Daedalus Crustacian Washington. Surely he should have been a Headmaster, with such an outlandish name? But the middle one must be especially appropriate, given it was so similar to crustaceans….of which crabs were one such species. He was presented pegged out on the ground, with his wrists shackled and his ankles ironed. Needless to say he was starkers, and sporting a straining shaft.

 

“Good morning, Mr Granger….” said his protagonist as he ambled into view. Gracious me, he even sidled sideways, “….and welcome to my humble home. I was known at school as Washington DC….” ha bloody ha, “….which has somehow stuck….” he paused, and smiled down at him in an especially evil fashion, “….I hope you like your quarters….” not much, “….I’ve taken a leaf….well, several such, out of my predecessor in title’s book….so to speak….” which was, he wondered wittily? “….I bought the lease on Crab Key from the executors of Dr Julius No….” ohh….THAT book “….after he was killed in such an untimely fashion by one of your colleagues in crime….” it had been James Bond who’d despatched him, but surely this was all complete claptrap? He was only a mythical character from the pen of Ian Fleming, and firmly in the realms of fiction? “….you’re here to sample something of what Honeychile Rider didn’t….” the heroine in the story, “….since his migratory black crabs were indeed essentially herbivores, and hopelessly harmless. However, I’ve successfully introduced a second species of what are colloquially called Crotch crabs….” oops, “….which ARE carnivores. They harbour a horrid hankering for all manner of man meat, essentially the soft stuff which lies between your legs. It will be dawn in a few minutes, which is when my crabs commence their morning cross-country run….” dammit, would he ever be free of the things?

 

At least though on this occasion he could take a passive part in the proceedings, “….obviously each crab only takes a small slice of scrotum, plus a piece of penis. But there are many gross of them, so after only a few minutes your gonads will be gone. You’ll feel each incision, however they carry an anaesthetic in the claws, complete with coagulant. So at the end of it all, you’ll still be intact….well, almost. After the dreadful deed is done, I’ll ask my wonderful Wife to bring you breakfast….or lunch….” thanks a brunch, he thought wittily, “….and may ask you to please pussy. I gather you’re good a taking a tongue to twat….” he shrugged, “….I never did get the hang of it, since I’m much more a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am man myself….” so another Dominant dolt, and look where it had got him?

 

 Perhaps not, since he was the one stretched out, whereas his protagonist had secured the sexual services of a lovely Lady. All he had at home were his three pet rabbits Brenda, Myfanwy and Ursula, with whom he still lived as a menagerie-à-quatre. Surely not, since none of this rubbish was real? At least, he fervently hoped not. “Say goodbye to your gonads, Mr Granger,” said Dr Washington, as he sidled away sideways.

 

He struggled against the shackles, an action which achieved nothing, as it never did. Then a fetching floozy appeared….completely nude. Hadn’t he’d seen her somewhere before? “Good morning, Mr Granger,” she said, “I’m Mrs Washington….although before my marriage it was Ursula Undress….” shouldn’t this be Andress? “….were you wanting one or two eggs?” Did he care, since the Crotch Crabs were approaching? “One please, Honey,” he said instead, Leching Longingly Like A Loser whilst she wiggled away. But why had he called her thus? Hadn’t she been Honeychile Rider….or was it the other way around?

 

But why did she seem so similar to Ursula Smith, his former school mate at St Stricktlands School? It was all very confusing. He gritted his teeth as the first crab sidled up to his scrotum. “NO,” he shouted, as he saw them smiling widely with impossibly large eyes, whilst licking their lips. “AYEEEEE….” he shrieked as it nipped his tucker….so to speak, “….HEEEE,” he added as a second helped itself to a morsel of his manhood. Once again, he threshed wildly….and this time he woke up in his Slave Cage on the floor. A slight snore from above indicated Ava Frasch was still sleeping, so there was nothing to do except wait.

 

Æons later, he heard the telephone by the bed….RING RING. “H..Hello?” he heard, but there was nothing more apart from the click of a replaced receiver. Then he saw two lovely legs appear off the edge of the bed. “Are you awake down there, Shagger?” she asked. “Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, “and raring to go.” She sniggered softly. “I’m afraid you won’t be going anywhere,” she said wittily, as she unlocked the gate, “and nor will there be any sexual satisfaction. I want you at the screaming stage with a properly pulsing penis for my Presentation….” Oops, “….you’ll be having a whole hour of AHH….” Oh, dear, “….tied tightly in predicament bondage, for an Appreciation Hell Hour.”

 

Cringing, he crawled out from under, and lovingly licked her feet. “A nice try, Shagger,” she said sternly, “appealing to my better nature with some submission and foot worship. Alas, I don’t have one….so you’re wasting your time.” As indeed he’d noticed often enough, but possibly this was why he loved her so dearly? It was always the same, the worse a wanton wicked wench or Witch treated him, the better he liked it. “Crawl into the centre of the room,” she said, “and stop when you reach the Rope Of Rack And Ruin.” He looked around, and sure enough he could see a ceiling pulley complete with hanging elasticised cord. The only question was whether it would be Snuff Stuff or testicular torment? Painfully, he padded into place.

 

Seconds later, she reappeared carrying a heavy item of bondage hardware he’d not noticed previously. OMG….it was a smooth steel leg spreader. “You know all about Bottoms-Up Bars,” she said, “since I once accosted you with one in your study.” Having been left in the lurch. “Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed, “they enable an adorable arse in the air, preferably with pussy and posterior both properly presented for punishment pain….” SLAPP “….Oww….” SLAPP “….Oww….” she slapped his face, “Cocky Little Blighter,” she said, though with a slight smile, “….so sorry, Ma’am. But in this instance I suppose it’s either some slight strangulation, a scrotum for suffering, or seat for spanking and swishing.”

 

He knelt down in the Position For Penance, one well-worthy of worship, and pushed his arms beneath his body. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned as his ankles were ironed, “ohh…ohh,” he added as both wrists similarly shackled securely. “You’ll be needing Naccatape a little later, Shagger,” she said, “so you may as well have it now.” Doubtless she’d describe it during her Presentation at St Bowlers? “Ohh,” he gasped as she grabbed his gonads, stretched his sac between finger and thumb, and tied it tight.

 

Then she clipped it to the cord. “Eight ounces should do nicely,” she said, holding two lead weights in front of his face. All the best torturers showed their victims first what fate was about to befall them. “Yes, Ma’am….AHHH….AHHHHH,” he gasped as she hung them onto the free end. “Now we’re all sorted out,” she said, holding her hands on hips, “I’ll fuck myself on the floor by mechanical means. I suppose it’s some sort of cuckolding, since all you’ll be getting is frustration fun....” together with testicle torment, “….whilst you watch me at work. I want substantial sexual satisfaction….” so Teasing and Denial, as she set up the system, “….there’s a selection of Thrings Things. I’ve selected The Right Goer for my pussy pleasure.”

 

He watched whilst she attached it to the poking pole and picked up the control console. “Let’s see,” she mused, “first the Cum Controller. It’ll be onto Orgasm….” as opposed to Frustrate, Fuck to Faint….” and I’ll stop at sixteen. For the Speed Controller, I’ll have a Slow Screw….” rather than Fast Fuck….” and finally seven inches for the Penetration Controller….” she smiled sweetly as she lay down on her back and inched forward, “….I’ll be thinking of your similar circumcised sin….” very fucking funny, “….precisely….” so her apparent mind reading abilities were still working well, “….and we’re ready for the off….” or rather On, “….screw you soon, Shagger….uhhh,” she moaned as she pushed the poking pole past her pussy. Then she set down the console, and the fucking machine began.   

 

Time dilated, as it always did when one was in predicament bondage. Very soon, his whole world was the sight of a slut’s successive stimulation. “UHHH….YESS….YESS,” he heard all over again. Suddenly, he saw another pair of pins standing by his body. Oops….as he glanced up. “Room service….” said Tallulah with a knowing smile, and carrying a large tray, “….ordinarily it would the kitchen Staff doing the delivery, but I couldn’t resist finding out what mischief you’d managed. I did knock, but didn’t receive any reply. Where should I put your two breakfasts, Madam?”

 

Ava Frasch stirred. “Mine onto the table please….UHHH…..Miss,” she said without any trace of shame, “and set Shagger’s on the floor….” she gave an especially evil grin, “….a foot out of his reach….” the BITCH, “….make it two….UHHH….can you kindly cut up his fried food, since he’ll be eating it all doggy style….UHHH….and you’re welcome to apply him three strokes, since I saw he was sinfully Spying Up Skirts.” The receptionist smiled. “Thank you so much, Madam,” she said as she strutted towards the table, and set down the tray. There were several sounds of cut food, and then two plates appeared on the floor, followed by a glass and cup.

 

“There’s your cereal and fry-up, bad boy,” she said, “I’ve added a couple of straws for your orange juice and coffee. But first, it’s your neat little bottom….simply Asking for the cane.” So another two dollars, as she strutted away, and reappeared with a rattan. OMG….it was a whippy Whangee weapon, knobbed nastily at irregular intervals all along its lovely length. “HOOO,” he huffed. “An adorable arse in the air in anticipation of approaching agonies,” she mused, “what’s not to like about a So-Sorry-Sir-Ma’am-Malacca model? I’d like to do this slowly, but I really should return to Reception, so it’ll be staccato style.” Straight down, the same as a Sex Thrashing.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“YEEE..HEEE..EEEE….THREE….so sorry, MISS,” he yelped, “I’m so sorry for Spying Up Skirts.” Somehow he suspected he was only halfway? “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned as she stroked his straining shaft with the stick. “Another three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing,” she said sternly. “UHHH….YESS….YESS,” he heard from Have A Thrash, at another orgasm.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“YEOWW..OWWW..WOWW….SIX,” he gasped, “so sorry, MISS. I know I definitely deserved all my derrière discipline….ohh….ohh,” he added as she patronizingly patted his punished posterior. “Enjoy your breakfast, bad boy,” she said as she strutted out of the room. Now he needed to shift himself further forward for his food. “Ahhh….Ahhh,” he gasped as he achieved his aim an inch at a time. Worse still was how the testicle torment was also increasing, as the Rope Of Rack And Ruin was stretched more.

 

“Moan some more….Shagguhhhh,” muttered the teacher, “you know how hearing mere males in pain sets me off.” He HAD noticed. “AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, as he reached his plates. It would be hard graft, but nothing he hadn’t done before. Reformatory Guards often used this technique on their guests, simply to show who was Superior, and properly put them in their place.

 

Finally he finished, and then his befuddled brain noticed Have A Thrash had gone. He looked around, and saw her sitting starkers at the table, mopping her mouth. “I’ve since showered, Shagger,” she said, “and you should do the same….except you haven’t time….” so who’s fault was this? “….yours, obviously….but it’s past nine o’clock, so your hour of AHH is over….” he glanced at the clock, and sure enough it read 9.03am, “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned as the elasticised cord was released, followed by his wrists and ankles, “….go and get washed. Did Digger say you’d need only your Naccarim uniform?”

 

Slowly he stood up. “Yes he did, Ma’am,” he confirmed as he padded unsteadily into the shower room….where his overnight bag awaited. He’d wondered where it had ended up, not having seen sight nor sound of it since the previous evening. He washed himself as best he could, and brushed his teeth. When he returned to the room with his bag, she was already resplendent in her Games gear. It was seriously skimpy red-hot pair of crimson-coloured hot pants, with conventional matching crop top and plimsolls.

 

“We’re ready to roll, Shagger,” she said, “take my bag too, and go straight down to the car. I’ll attend to the room checkout, and hand in the keys.” He accepted it from her. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, “I’d best use the fire escape. Although I enjoy exhibitionism, at this time of day there might be any number of regular guests around Reception.” She nodded. “Sound thinking,” she said sourly, “especially with such a straining shaft.” He padded to the door, and opened it for her. She stepped through, and strutted away along the corridor towards the lift. He took the opposite tack until he reached the fire escape.

 

Then it was down the empty stone steps, which once again weren’t exactly echoing, as he was still barefoot. He reached the base, and stepped outside into the car park. Fortunately the Rolls Royce was quite close, and he hurried towards it. “Good morning, Alf….” he said to the chauffeur, who politely held the rear door open, “….I trust you had a….well, satisfactory evening?” The other nodded. “Most certainly, Sir,” he said evenly, as he boarded, “Rugby Ruby was well worth every new-pound paid.” Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to wait long?

 

According to the car clock it was only four minutes later when the others all arrived together. “Good morning….darling,” he said sweetly, “and everyone else, too.” They too stepped inside, and the door was closed. Finally, Alfred Heath boarded, and then they were away. It seemed the chauffeur had been correct, since their journey did only take eight minutes in all. He watched whilst the car turned off BODLIAN BOULEVARD, through some iron gates, and along an avenue lined with trees. Presumably this was all part of St Bodlians School?

 

They passed some playing fields, one of which he might be getting to know fairly shortly. Then they reached a car park, and reversed into a spot which he’d seen was marked RESERVED. He was well aware how rules and regulations didn’t apply to a Rolls Royce. Uh..huh….he could see several strolling scholars of various ages, and it appeared crimson was the school colour. Their uniform was a three-quarter-sleeved velvet crop jacket, with similar Standard Schoolboy Spanking Shorts, shoes and socks. But it was their matching bowler hats which really rankled.

 

Somehow, it all seemed like a fetish version of Little Lord Fauntleroy. A clock tower quite close struck for 9.30am, as confirmed by the one in the car. “This will all be horrendously humiliating,” he opined, “making a grand entrance like this in the altogether.” There were three sniffs. “Complete cobblers….darling….” said Shirley Greene, “….you’re an expert on exposure and exhibitionism….” put in Have A Thrash, “….and can’t get enough of it,” added Sir Digby Vaillance, “like last night in the car park.” Two pairs of eyes turned towards him, and it was obvious he’d need to explain at some stage. They’d need something to talk about during the drive back to St Sticks. Then he saw a full female figure wearing a crimson-coloured business suit strutting towards them.

 

Alf the Elf opened the car door, allowing Ava Frasch and the noble knight to emerge. Then it was The Green Goddess….and finally him. “Good morning, Ma’am,” he said, his shaft straining, “it’s a pleasure to meet you again….Mmmm,” he moaned as she kissed him….SLAPP “….Oww,” he gasped. “SUCH A SHOCKINGLY SINFUL STIFFIE SALUTE,” she said with her usual sixty decibels. But who had kissed whom, he wondered as always? Then two more figures emerged from a nearby building. Although he’d already met them both, and cringed quietly as they approached. One was wearing a crimson-coloured cape, and carrying a cane which was crooked into a pocket. This time though, he appeared to be properly dressed, with a crimson-coloured Smart suit.

 

“I’D LIKE TO INTRODUCE YOU ALL TO OUR REVERED HEADMASTER,” she said, “DR WILBERFORCE THROGMORTON….” so Will wasn’t William, “….A STRICT DISCIPLINARIAN….” he’d certainly second this, “….AND KNOWN AS THRASHER THROGGER….” hence his other nickname, “….WE ALSO HAVE HEAD OF PT, RHIWBINA WACKEL….” and alias Rugby Ruby, “….WHO I GATHER ANSWERS TO RUBY WAX….WHICH IS SPELLED AS IN SWISHING….” Ohh, “….NOT THE ANCIENT ACTRESS AND COMEDIENNE….” he turned his attention towards her, since she was too wearing crimson-coloured Games gear, identical to Ava Frasch. She must moonlight as a professional prostitute for fun, since her school salary should provide her with a good monthly pay cheque?

 

“ANYWAY,” she continued, “THE HANDSOME GENT IN THE SMART SUIT IS MY FIRM FRIEND SIR DIGBY VAILLANCE….” which must mean they’d met, as indeed he’d suggested they should, “….WHO’S A GOVERNOR AT ST STRICKTLANDS SCHOOL. ON HIS LEFT IS THEIR HEAD OF PT, MS AVA FRASCH….” she paused, “….SPELLED THE GERMANIC WAY….” but what about Wackel? Yes….it was derived from the verb wackeln. A Wackeldackel was a dachshund, or wobble-dog, “….THE WANTON WICKED WENCH WEARING THE PINK GIM UNIFORM….” nothing to do with a pink gin, “….WHICH I’VE ALREADY OUTLINED TO THE GOVERNORS IN MY ORIGINAL PRESENTATION….SHE’S SHIRLEY GREENE, OR THE GREEN GODDESS….” his prefect peer curtseyed, “….FINALLY, WE HAVE THE DASTARDLY DAVID SHAGTON, NORMALLY KNOWN AS SHAGGER.”

 

He bowed. “The only person present who hasn’t been introduced is the Chair of Governors here,” he said, “Lady Soixante Delia Brusch….again with a Germanic spelling.” He wouldn’t mention anything about 60db. “For some strange reason, I almost seem to know his neat little bottom already,” the Headmaster said wryly, “since it is simply Asking for the cane….” as stated earlier, however he’d treat it as another two dollars, “….although I understand it will have to be the crop and the tawse, for the purposes of this new team game. If you would all care to accompany me, we will accordingly adjourn to the playing fields.”

 

Sir Digby Vaillance fell in line beside him, with the two PT teachers following. He was with Shirley Greene, and the Chair of Governors brought up the rear….his, in this instance. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned softly as she shamelessly stroked his stripes. In reverse circumstances, this would have been considered a floggable felony by the Lovely Ladies Liberation Lobby.  

 

“YOU SEEM TO HAVE BEEN SWISHED SOUNDLY….AND RELATIVELY RECENTLY, SHAGGER,” she opined, “I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE A PREFECT? OR WAS IT SIMPLY SOME SORT OF SEX THRASHING?” How to put this tactfully? “It was entirely my own fault, Ma’am,” he replied disarmingly, “since I was on the floor when room service breakfast arrived, and caught Spying Up Skirts.” She sniggered softly. “SUCH SIN,” she said, “I THINK YOU’VE BEEN UP TO YOUR OLD TRICKS AGAIN, BAD BOY. WAS IT A NO TELL HOTEL, BY ANY CHANCE?” Rumbled, he reflected. “Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted, and fell silent as he listened to the conversation in front of him. “Noting how your….well, other uniform is also crimson-coloured,” said Ava Frasch, “it seems we share a liking for it. Given your surname, did your family originate from Germany?”

 

There was a neat nod. “Yes,” she replied, “they escaped from East Berlin.” Interesting, “My maternal grandmother’s name was originally Hilda Hartmann, who lived in the City Of Sin,” Have A Thrash went on, “who had a Sister called Hildreth….” she sniggered, “….both names are derived from battle-hardened harridans, but I fondly remember them as sweet souls.” There was a short silence. “Hildreth Hartmann was MY grandmother,” said Ruby Whacks, “which must make us second cousins.” This DID answer a great deal.

 

Several minutes later, they reached an otherwise empty playing field. “Since we are presently in the Summer Term,” said the Headmaster, “there are no Rugby goalposts present. However they will be reinstated over the holidays in time for September. But the floor….well, ground is yours, Ms Frasch.” He folded his arms as she prepared for her Presentation. “As Soixante has probably already explained,” she said, “Naccarim is a contact sport in the very strictest sense of the word. It’s a hybrid between rugby and English football. Each team consists of six bad boys and six booted beauties. The former are required to run with the ball, as in rugger, whereas the feisty females kick it, footer style. We’ll start with the uniforms, which for Shagger is simple, since as you see the studs stay starkers….” she flexed her crop between her fingers, and his penis promptly pulsed with a second schoolboy salute, “….except for the recent innovation of Naccatape, which was actually Shagger’s suggestion….” he smiled sweetly.

 

“I have Sir Digby to thank for introducing me to it,” he interjected, “so the least I could do was to pass it on to the school.” Thwapp “….UGHHH,” he moaned as his scrotum was struck squarely with her crop, “….don’t interrupt me again,” she said sternly, “unless you want more….” maybe he might? “….I’ll pass the package around….” she duly did so, “….you’ll note how This ¾ inch wide white torment tape enables testicles to be tied temptingly tight to taste, and the nine inches of slight scratchiness suits all scrotums. It’s easy to be a balls bulb boy….BEEP BEEP, or alternatively there can be abject agony when taking the testicle twist. It’s down to the referee to decide which approaches are acceptable after a bad boy’s been tackled. Fortunately for the fellas, they aren’t required to wear my BUSINESS Briefs, as they are for PT. They’re Patent Purgatory Punishment Pants….Balls Under Sentence Including Necessary Erectional Sexual Stress. They punish the penis with a series of short semi-sharp steel spikes. The more the erection extended, the worse is the penile pain. With the guilty girls running around with their vulvæ on view, nakedness is a blessing in disguise.” An assertion which was totally true,

 

“But we must move on to this guilty girl,” she continued, “with her Garments Inciting Misery….legs apart, please….” they all inspected her, walking all around as one might when purchasing a fine filly. Even so for the mere males it was more a matter of Ogling Obviously Over her best bits, “….initially the game was only played by the pupils In The Pink….which is the lower 6^th form at St Sticks.  However, it’s since been extended to The Boys and Babes In Blue of the 5^th form. It offers Crop Tops, which if I say so myself are a clever take on an existing garment. They’re supposed to be sexily short…..but not normally with nude nipples, It’s as a facilitation for taking taps to the tits, following naughty nipple inspections....”

 

Shirley Greene held herself accordingly, and licked her lips, “….then we have Shaming Shorts. They have cut-outs at the back, and similarly what’s called a cunt-out at the front….” despite all these difficulties, he knew Naccarim had been noted as being particularly popular with the floozies, “….obviously offering either conventional cropping, or Cunnie Punnie….” as so many sinful sluts enjoyed, “….again there’s an item missing, since it also only features for PT. There are Abrasion Bras, complete with a pin-cushion casing on the inside surface with which to torment the tits, and again the naughty nipples are nude….” Shirley Greene moaned softly, her eyes closed in an agony of anticipation….Whapp “…..UGHHH,” she moaned as her cunt was cropped, “….by all means select a short slot in my Crimson Calendar, and I’ll put you through your paces in The Gymnasium one evening….” rumbled, he reflected, “….you’ll note her matching football boots. They add additional traction, especially when it’s wet, and ensure the bad boys can’t get away too easily whilst running with the ball.” Or at all.  

 

“There are several similarities with rugby,” she continued, “and a Scrunch comprises four fellas first, and two Tarts behind them. The guilty girls are to protect the integrity of the front row, with one hand cupping each crotch. The Lucky Bugger at the back, as he’s known, has his hands around the two wanton wicked wenches’ waists. Although the idea is to get hold of the football, it’s accepted the boots will engage in any amount of balls busting. For some strange reason, Scrunches are very popular….far more so than they’ve ever been when conventional rugby is played. However, it’s tackling which involves the most floozy fun, since the gonads are….well, up for grabs when holding the ball.

 

The spectators will usually shout to their chosen team, ‘knacker’im,’ hence the name of the game. Sinful sluts can’t be tackled, but the ball can be teased from them….if he’s able to bend down and use his hands. This is always assuming he doesn’t get trodden on by a booted beauty. However, should he touch the Tart at all, a Free Kick is awarded. Bad boys tend to be very wary of these, since they’re given by a booted Bitch in the bare bollocks….” he saw Rhiwbina Wackel stroking herself where she shouldn’t.

 

Hardly surprising, since he’d already found out the hard way where her interests lay. But maybe he might get away without one? “….when the ball falls outside the field, there’s a Line-ouch. Six studs stand with six sluts, and the ball is thrown in along the line. The bad boys jump up to catch it….whilst their scrotums are stretched. It’s another high point of the game for the spectators….so to speak….” very funny, “….if a team takes the ball over the Touch-up line, they’re awarded a point for a Try-on. There there’s the chance for a Convulsion….for another point. A dude from the defenders lies on the ground, with the ball placed over his balls. A feisty floozy from the attackers is then allowed to kick it off towards the goal area.

 

Once again, this feature has proved to be particular popular….especially among half the players. At the close, each team awards all their points onto their opponents’ arses with a Tanningtown tawse. It’s what’s used for all….well, tanning at our Sister school of St Templars….” very droll, “….and one of which I’ve brought….” she held it high, “….the only exception is a no-score draw. Then the referee gives everyone six taps, for not trying hard enough. Anyway, as you see, the Crop Tops already carry a number, taken at random from the piles in the changing room. But being naked, the bad boys need to be numbered, and we use felt-tip pens for the purpose.

 

They can either be washable or indelible according to the weather….or what you wish. It’s a bit like branding, only not nearly as painful. The figure itself can be placed on the back or front….or anywhere else….” she took one out of a pocket, “….perhaps you’d care to do the honours, Ruby? Shagger’s normally six, since it’s his lucky number.” Taken from the ancient 1960’s cult TV programme The Prisoner, starring Patrick McGoohan. The other teacher took it. “Bend over,” she said with obvious feeling, “it would serve you right to have your bare bottom branded.” Oo..er….as he obeyed.

 

“I’ll put a zero on one buttock and a six on the second,” she said, matching action with words. “Stand up,” she ordered, as she handed the pen back to Ava Frasch. “As regards team names,” she continued, “this too is the referee’s gift. In this instance, I’d probably have suggested Shagger’s Shower and Shirley’s Studs’n’Sluts. The game starts with a traditional Toss-off, taken by the two team captains. This determines who begins with the ball. Ruby….can you let Shagger have it….?” she smiled, and bounced it once in his direction, “….UGHHH,” he moaned as his scrotum was struck, and he cupped it in his crotch, “….shut up, Shagger….it was simply stated with some subaudition….” yes, “….take Shirley about 100yd away, and then run towards us when I blow my whistle. She should succeed in tackling you.” He didn’t doubt it at all, as he padded away with her.

 

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Chapter 235 - part (2) of (4)

Presentation

 Salon 206

He unlocked the door, being careful to leave it on the latch, and stood aside allowing her to pass first. Then he followed her, and closed it quietly. Inside it was everything he’d expected, complete with torture table, bondage bench, pillory, stocks, St Andrews Cross, whipping post, and a St Andrews Cross. There was even an electromechanical fucking machine, apparently of Wodin Tiberius Thring’s manufacture. It appeared The Professor’s sales were increasing all over the country. 

 

 “Well….wanker boy,” she said, “according to your wonderful Wife, you’ve a problem with pussy porn. I’ll address the issue shortly, but first I’d like to know all about this Apocryphal Schoolboy, which you both mentioned earlier?” She strutted to one wall, which as always was completely covered with instruments of coercion and correction. She collected a cane, cape and matching mortar board, and in seconds she seemed similar to the strict Schoolmistress….albeit without the obligatory butt-hugger pencil skirt, six inch stiletto high heels. or single seamed stockings.

 

“It’s a role-play scenario, Miss,” he replied, “and one which we each enjoy….” he wouldn’t bother to explain how it could also be achieved with sinful sluts, one of which she’d been one only a couple of days previously, “….essentially it’s where the goody two-shoes reports to his Headmaster for a replacement rattan. But what he says is stated with some subaudition, and everything it entails. It’s utterly unfair, but really resonates inside my sinful psyche.” She sniggered softly. “I get the general idea,” she replied, “but what does the sub-word actually mean? I assume it’s nothing at all to do with auditions.”

 

He smiled sweetly. “It’s one of many, Miss,” he explained, “as contained in the pages of Grahame’s Guide to Grandiloquisms….which themselves are just Big Words. But this one is where a word has a different meaning to the one purported. It’s the same with Whacko! When spoken by a culpable canee, this really means: Please hit my hiney hard.”

 

She smiled slightly. “Shall we give it a go?” she asked, “since it seems you seek swishing….especially by strict sluts.” His penis promptly pulsed. “Yes please, Miss,” he said, “I’ll base it around the so-called Rapid Responses, which are rather rare….” she smiled slightly, “….which omit the cut count, salutation and any affirmation,” she interjected, so it seemed she was familiar with them, “….six strokes should suffice for starters, and then I’ll ask for more….” he paused, and composed himself, “….please Miss, I was in the changing rooms a few minutes ago, and my teacher sent me for the cane….” wheeewwww, “….HOOO!” he huffed in an anticipation of approaching agonies, “….I’m a bit busy,” she said sternly, “but bend over for a beating by the beak.”

 

He stared at her in mock horror, even as he duly did so. “A neat little bottom,” she intoned, “simply Asking for the cane….” yet another two dollars, “….we’ll say six of the best….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww….” he gasped, “….but Miss….” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww….but MISS….” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww….but I didn’t mean….” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww….I meant….” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww….maybe I might have done….” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww….yes I definitely did….huhh….thank you so much, Miss….huhh….more, Miss….ohh,” he added as she felt his fanny. It wouldn’t normally have been properly professional, but this was hardly a school situation.

 

“You’ve suffered six for Straying on the stairs,” she said, “so another three for Spying….” he gritted his teeth, “….I always suspected how, deep down, David’s distended dick definitely desired derrière discipline….” quite correct, “…. I shall hit your hiney harder….” oo..er….yes, MISS, “….and make you yelp.” SWISHHHTHWACKK “….YEEE….” SWISHHHTHWACKK “….YEEE….” SWISHHHTHWACKK “….YEEE,” he yelped, “please, Miss….uhhh….might I have another three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing?” She sniggered softly. “Most definitely, wanker boy,” SWISHHHTHWACKK “….YEEE….” SWISHHHTHWACKK “….YEEE….” SWISHHHTHWACKK “….YEEE….thank you so much, it was thoroughly therapeutic….” he paused, “….should we say a whacking once a week?”

 

She strutted away to the wall, and collected various items. Then she appeared at his front with a French flogger. “Such a sordid suggestion might have merit,” she said sternly, sticking the butt under his chin, “look up at me.” He did so, wonderingly. “Uhhh,” he moaned as she undid her cape, revealing the Happy Hooker hosiery beneath. “I expect you’ve often imagined me dressed like this, wanker boy?” she asked wryly, “when you should have been concentrating in class. So your painful posterior punishment was properly promulgated.” He nodded.

 

“Yes, Miss,” he admitted, “it was Obvious Oscitation….otherwise, inattention. But I’ve often had Inappropriate thoughts about you.” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” he gasped. “Do you need to be knackered naked next?” she asked, “and shown who’s Superior?” Got it in one. “Yes, Miss,” he admitted, as he spread his legs again. “Ohhh….ohhh….” he moaned as he felt a studded sac strap affixed around the base of his balls, “…..ohhh,” he added as a pink slave collar appeared around his neck, and tied tightly, “….AHHH….Miss,” he gasped as his head was pulled backwards, and they were connected together by what must surely be a Rope Of Rack And Ruin?

 

“Do you know what it is to be a balls bulb boy?” she asked, and he nodded. “UGHHH….UGHHH….” he moaned as his scrotum was squeezed soundly, the same as an old-fashioned motorcar horn from yesteryear, “….BEEP BEEP,” he added with some sort of sickly smile, as required in such circumstances. “Kneel, wanker boy,” she ordered, rolling up her miniskirt a few inches….” so it was to be in the Position For Pleasuring, “….you may masturbate your manhood, and meet my martinet as punishment for peeking at proper pussy….rather than paper porn in periodicals. Feel free to add any confessions for crimes committed.”

 

His eyes were only inches away from the obscure object of his dirty desires. “Uhhh….” he moaned as he took himself in hand, “….Ahhh….” he pulled his penis perpendicular, and the elasticised cord stretched his scrotum…..Thwackk “….Ahhh….I’m a worthless wanker….uhhh,” he added at the sight of slit, as he stroked his shaft….Thwackk “…..Ahhh….I can’t get cunt….uhhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….stroking’s safer….uhhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….I’m fearful of fucking failure….uhhh,” Thwackk “….Ahhh….but desperately desire….uhhh….deviant damsels….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….I’m a pathetic panty per….uhhh….vert….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….I’ll admit to being Panty Per….uhhh….vert Pete….uhhh….” Thwackk, “….Ahhh….the scourge of saintly schoolgirls in public parks….uhhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….convicted with nineteen counts of indecent exposure….uhhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….a further forty four felonies of….uhhh….sex-pest telephone calls….uhhh,” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” he concluded.

 

“Put those arms behind your back,” she ordered, “you’ve enjoyed yourself quite enough.” CLICKK CLICKK he heard as she applied what felt like proper Police handcuffs….which hurt. “These will stop subsequent sin,” she said, “and the Rope Of Rack And Ruin will keep your mouth out of mischief….” so something else he’d had right, “….have you ever humped a Happy Hooker, bad boy?” He nodded. “Yes, Miss….” he muttered, as she folded her cape to the floor, and added the mortar-board, “….and I know it’s coitus, not kissing.” Even though he’d been privileged to do so when poking Primula Proffer. Somehow, she was sitting on the floor at his feet, then lying flat with her legs astride his own. “Fall forward,” she ordered, as he moved towards her, his head spinning slightly. Maybe it might be the slight strangulation, in addition to substantial sexual stimulation? “Push your pulsing penis towards my pussy, Peter….uhhh,” she moaned, as the tip of his tool touched twat.

 

“WHAT do you think you’re doing….darling?” shouted Shirley Greene, “unhand this crimson creature at once. “He told me he was unhappily married, Ma’am….” muttered Rugby Ruby as she shimmied out from underneath him and stood slowly, “….and how his vitriolic vanilla Wife didn’t understand his naughty needs.” SLAPPP “….AHHH….” SLAPPP “….AHHH,” he gasped, so it was definitely his evening for sound slapping. “You know I only pursue perfectly plain poking….darling….” she said righteously, and sounding particularly prissy, “….my Mother told me before our wedding how cretins have carnal cravings for cunt. So I’ve seen to it you have sex once a month, with a four minute fuck. If it’s not enough, you’ll have to go and buy WANKER! from the newsagents, and stroke yourself silly. At least it’ll be embarrassing, since I’ve seen it says something like Feel the shame of taking your favourite magazine to the checkout Lady. I daresay the disdain and disgust shown by the sinful sluts will work wonders for your willy….” got it in one, “….presumably you were prepaid….Miss?”

 

The other nodded. “Might I respectfully enquire whether your cunt cums, Ma’am?” she asked, “and if it doesn’t, whether Peter pleases pussy?” Shirley Greene shuddered. “SUCH shockingly sordid suggestions,” she shouted, “the idea of taking his tongue anywhere near my most private parts is horrible….” he smiled behind a straight face, “….it seems I arrived in time to stop his most serious sin. It’s not the first such either, so be gone for good….wanton wicked Witch.” She folded her arms and pursed her lips, even as the other headed for the door. “I’ll screw you soon….wanker boy,” she whispered as the door closed.

 

“Which went well….darling….” said The Green Goddess, reverting to her somewhat soft and sensual soprano, “….Ruby’s all right, since I briefed her properly about what to expect….” she took out her camera, and pursed her lips, “….perhaps you might have made some sort of impression on her? Although it’s extremely unlikely you’ll meet again….” Never Say Never, he recalled the unwritten rule, “….unless you were planning another visit to Rugby in the foreseeable future….” he shook his head, “….I sneaked inside the room a few minutes ago, and heard several of your so-called confessions. She might have the wrong idea about you….since several of them belong firmly in the realms of fiction….FLASHH “….this is to remember you by.” Not exactly a commanding position, trussed up on the floor like a turkey….FLASHH, “….now it’s time to continue from where your Happy Hooker left off.”

 

 She set down her camera, and unclipped her strict short shiny black skirt. “Ooo….darling,” he moaned, noting she wasn’t wearing any naughty knickers. “I’m afraid I teased Wanker Boy Will terribly this afternoon during fagging,” she said, “strutting around my study with a rolled up skirt….the Tart’s trademark. He used the Naked Waiter wear for my dinner….” the usual slight misnomer, as it included pink clip-on bowtie and matching high heels, “….but he’s made excellent progress over the past few days. He no longer has a wildly wavering willy, with knobbly knees knocking in order to impress pussy with his prowess. He’s now an incorrigible exhibitionist….like someone else I know....” he smiled sweetly, “….and happy taking tongue to twat….” she licked her lips, “….talking of which, it’s high time you pleasured MY pussy in the Position….darling. Obviously, I don’t seriously subscribe to the vitriolic vanilla viewpoint….” she towered over him, “….get up onto your knees again. I want at least six cums, with some simultaneous strafing for such sin….darling….” Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped, “….don’t you DARE bite me.”

 

Similarly spoken with some subaudition, since she was a pussy pain pervert. “Would I do such a thing….darling?” he asked, stitching an expression of hurt….THWACKK “….AHHH,” he added at an especially savage stroke to the shoulders. “Don’t be cute with me….darling,” she said darkly, “just do the deed, and don’t bother with the long licks, since my twat’s totally turned on….” fair enough, “….uhhh….uhhh,” she moaned as he tackled it with his tongue….Thwackk “….Ahhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….” he gasped, “….deeper, damn you….UHHH….UHHH….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh.” As always at these times the fella was flogged, whereas the floozy had the fun.

 

With an effort, he sucked her engorged clitoris into his mouth, and bit it gently….THWACKK “….AYEEEEE….BASTARD boy….I warned you….” THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH,” he gasped, “….bite it again, only harder….UHHH.” So it WAS Stop It I Like It….THWACKK “….HEEE….the pussy pain….EEEE….it’s cumming my cunt….” THWACKK “….yes….YESS….YESS….” THWACKK “….AHHH.” Slowly, he waited whilst her shivers subsided. “Again….darling,” she ordered imperiously, “except I’ll strafe your scrotum.” At least it would make a change, however clearly he was in for the long haul….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” he moaned, painfully proceeding with pleasuring. His penis pulsed….but then he WAS a plums pain pervert.

 

It was actually only after her eighth orgasm when she finally pronounced herself satisfied. His shoulders, seat and scrotum were substantially sore from the seven strands of sheer suffering. “Now it’s time to take your tool,” she announced, “in the Superior style of screwing, so lie down. You’re nothing but a phallus for my fancy….darling.” Now he’d be a sex object, just the same as the lovely Ladies who’d spent so many centuries railing against such injustices….but now the shoe was on the other foot. “What about my Sex Thrashing….darling?” he asked. “You’ve probably paid for penile pleasure several times over during the past half hour….darling,” she replied, “so no more for now.”

 

Damn’ indecent of her. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as she lowered herself onto his erection…..Thwackk “….Ahhh….UHHH,” Thwackk “….Ahhh….UHHH,” he gasped, as she humped and hit him hard. It was no good, he thought miserably, as he felt himself falling towards the edge. In seconds he’d be spunking….and done for the duration. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned, “I’m cumming….darling….” THWACKK THWACKK “….yes….YESS….YESS….” she shivered and shook, “….yes….YESS….YESS,” she echoed, now on her ninth. His world wavered whilst he waited for the room to stop spinning. Slowly she arose, and his soft shaft slipped out. She took a tissue from the table, and wiped his willy before stroking her slit.

   

“A simply superb session….darling,” she said softly as she selected a sandwich, “as always….” he smiled. “You’re a wonderful Wife....darling,” he agreed amiably, “….which brings me neatly to our conversation in the car, earlier this evening….” yes….her Thoughts, whatever they were? It appeared he’d be finding out shortly? “….I’d consider we copulate completely competently….” not half, “….I’m a fun-filled floozy with a wicked sense of humour, and you’re a Cunt Casanova, a combination which works well for us both….” yes, “….I was reconciled to you swanning off into the sunset with the Smith Sisters in September….well, almost….” she paused, but recovered gamely, “….until I found out a few days ago you’ve somehow signed up Uncle sodding Sam similarly….” Ursula Smith, and no relation to the others, “….making a ménage-a-quatre….” she took another bite, and chewed it sorrowfully, “….it’s not on….Shagger….” Oops….she must be serious, “….if anyone was going to be in with a chance on the action, it fucking well ought to be yours truly, not some slut who happens to have the same surname.”

 

She paused after this diatribe, and selected a second sandwich. “Did you actually apply for the University of Lancashire?” he asked. “No,” she replied, giving him glare which would have torched toast at twendy paces. “Shirley,” he said sincerely, “I love you dearly….” as indeed he did all his lovely Ladies, “….and it would be wonderful to spend three more years with you. I doubt whether Miff and my Missus would mind, since you’re favourite friends, but I’ll enquire when we get back to school. However your next move must surely be to sort out a place….on the assumption you’ve passed your A-Levels….” the same as everyone else, “….which is easily achieved. After all, you’ll be bedding and bonking the Chancellor of Lancashire University in a few hours’ time. Simply be your charming self, put your point of view….and squeeze his scrotum soundly. You can mention how you too would be highly happy to have some submissive spanking and screwing sessions in The Tell-tale Tit….” which was another No Tell hotel, “….written in the copperplate gothic font. Since you’ll already have given him the general idea of the goods on offer, I’m sure he’ll be pleased to have a word with the Admissions Officer, Dr Jedediah Strim….” he paused, “….in this life, it’s not always what you know, but who. Jed’s a firm friend of mine, since I’ve set him up to screw The Terror Twins, who’ll soon be in their second year….” he took a deep breath after this homily, “….how does this all sound….darling?”

 

 She smiled serenely. “Wonderful….darling,” she said, “a ménage-a-cinq sounds simply super. Turn over, and I’ll release your Rope Of Rack And Ruin.” Just as well, since he was starting to lose all sensation in his stretched scrotum. “Ohh,” he moaned as it was unclipped and coiled up. “You may be in for a rough ride with Have A Thrash in the morning….” Oops, “….she’s said you’ll really be In for it this time, especially after what happened recently in The Box Room….” she winked once, “….remind me what it was? I don’t recall you mentioning it specifically.” Slowly, he sat up. “It was during one of her rare subbie sessions,” he explained, “and I was able to interrogate her. I eventually obtained her confession about how it was her who’d arranged my study placement….the worst one in the wing. I suppose she’ll be wanting to wreak her revenge….even though I’ve spent several sessions down there at HER hands and heels.”

 

Somehow, he suspected none of these would count in the overall equation. “It’s bedtime for Babes….and bad boys,” she said, helping him to his feet, and leading him across room towards what was an impressive four-poster. Uh..huh….since there was also some sort of cage beneath the bed, with iron railings running all along its perimeter. It must mean the Master or Mistress could recline in comfort, whilst the slave suffered on a hard surface. Doubtless there’d also be some shackles, with options on bed bondage….on the basis of someone spread-eagled for screwing. Technically it would be rape, but of the consensual kind. After all, anyone who wound up in a de Sade Salon without expecting all manner of mischief really hadn’t been concentrating. ‘I thought he was going to show me some etchings, Officer,’ surely wouldn’t cut the mustard?

 

Talking of which, he’d have some sandwiches from what was left. She stripped slowly whilst he ate, folding each item neatly, since she too had attended St Sticks for almost seven long years. Then they slipped between the black silk sheets, and she switched the room lights into night mode. “Goodnight….darling,” she whispered. “Goodnight, darling….ohh,” he replied, as she fondled his flogged fancy.

 

Seemingly seconds later….RING RING, went the telephone by the bedside. Groggily, he picked up the receiver. “H..Hello?” he asked, wondering where the hell he was? “Good morning, Sir,” said a friendly floozy’s voice, “this is your extra-early morning call. Don’t forget to leave your room key in the lock outside….and you’re to meet Mr Somerset at the fire escape.” Slowly, memory returned, and silently he slipped out of bed. Shirley Greene was still sleeping soundly, so it was a case of Let Sleeping Sluts Lie….another unwritten rule. There was just sufficient light to find his way to the table. He collected the key as ordered, and continued towards the door. Then he opened it, placed it as requested, and stepped outside. It was eerily quiet as he padded along the corridor….unlike at St Sticks. There, it was almost impossible to avoid the sound of distant discipline.

 

Then he reached the end, and passed through a fire door. “Good morning, Digger,” he said to the noble knight, who was sitting starkers on a set of stone steps, whilst suspiciously stroking a straining shaft. “Good morning, Shagger,” he replied, standing slowly, “I was just wanking worthlessly with impure and Inappropriate thoughts about The Green Goddess….” he could understand the impulse, “….but before we go to our respective rooms, I’d like to take a trip together downstairs into the car park.” His heart thumped slightly, however it was all excellent exposure and exhibitionism. “Certainly,” he said, as they both padded down the second floor flight.

 

“I don’t know why Ava selected Shirley to take this trip,” mused Sir Digby Vaillance, “but I must admit I’m delighted, since I fancy her furiously.” Not an uncommon sentiment. “It was Monday evening, Digger,” he explained, as they continued down the first flight, “which is when we have our weekly hard-wired session….” he winked once, “….and likewise my date for tomorrow morning was with Have A Thrash, so it’s worked out well. As a result, I haven’t had to reschedule any wanton wicked wenches or Witches, which could have been a problem owing to lack of suitable slots.”

 

The older man grinned. “Some studs have one with lack of lovely Ladies, Shagger,” he opined wittily, as they stepped outside into the arc lights, and the night air of the car park. “Are you a Cocky Little Blighter?” he asked leadingly, and handling his hiney. “Most definitely,” he replied, “perhaps I should suffer some Superiority spanking….Sir.” As per the packing on Parkers’ posterior punishment products. “Thank you so much, Shagger,” he said, “borrowing your neat little bottom for a few minutes’ is most appreciated….” so a dollar with which to start the new day, “….I know you’re a sixdy-sixdy switch….” six dozen to the gross, or even-steven, “….and hopefully your sinecure will be helpful at Lancashire University….” for beer, books and Bimbos, as the noble knight had once politely put it,

 

 “….I saw some benches across the other side of the car park when we arrived. They’re well away from the hotel, and where the lights aren’t so fierce. Anyway, I wouldn’t want to awaken anyone unnecessarily….” together, they approached them, “….Ohh,” he gasped as he sat down, “….I had a thrash from Have A Thrash….” very good, “….several such it seemed, and all in addition to my official Caning For Cunt. So my seat and sternum are still somewhat sore….and I daresay it won’t be much different with The Green Goddess.” Totally true. “Quite so, Sir,” he said, “since she’s another disciplinary Domme. But she’s also great fun, with a wicked sense of humour….” he paused, “….would you like me over your knee, or in the Wheelbarrow Position, Sir?” The older man sniffed. “The latter, if you please,” he said, “which will enable me to get a good grip on your gonads, thus stopping you from slipping off.” Somehow, he doubted this was for the benefit of his balls.

 

He jack-knifed around the offered lap with his legs spread, and bent forward until his head and shoulders were touching the ground. “I like the sac strap, Shagger,” his voice floated down, “you can be my balls bulb boy before we start some serious spanking.” He gritted his teeth. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped as his scrotum was soundly squeezed….Smackk  Smackk “….Oww….”Smackk Smackk “….Oww,” he gasped….Smackk  Smackk, “….Oww….” Smackk  Smackk “….Oww….hit my hiney harder….I know it needs it, Sir.”

 

SMACKK  SMACKK “….OWW….” SMACKK  SMACKK “….OWW….Ahhh….me balls,” he added as he was suddenly stretched, “I know I’m your stretch slave, SIR….uhhh….show me you’re Superior….uhhh….SIR….AHHH….AHHH,” he added as he took the testicle twist for his trouble, with his reproductive retort rotated through two right angles….SMACKK  SMACKK “….OWW….” SMACKK  SMACKK “….OWW….” he gasped  all over again….SMACKK  SMACKK “….OWW….” SMACKK  SMACKK “….OWW….” SMACKK  SMACKK “….OWW….” SMACKK  SMACKK “….OWW….ohhh,” he moaned as he was suddenly released. “You’ve had a couple of dozen, Shagger,” he said, “which will do for now.”

 

Slowly, he shifted forward until he was firmly on the ground. “Perhaps you might usefully use a wrestling hold on me, Sir?” he suggested, “it’s the Backbreaker Submission Position, which is one of incredible inferiority. I need to be knackered naked, perhaps taking the testicle twist, too?” He’d once watched the previous prefect Raymond Lee apply it, and highly humbling it had been for the bad boy concerned….Samuel Samson. Yes, SamSam had been much more respectful towards Relay following their foray. The noble knight knelt on one knee, “Over you go,” he said, as almost immediately his head and shoulders were on the ground again. This time though, he was facing upwards rather than down. “AHHH….” he gasped as his scrotum was stretched a second time, “….HAAA….AYEEEEE....HEEE….SIR,” he gasped as he took the terrible testicle twist with a total turn. “Sorry, Shagger,” muttered the older man as he was let loose, “they were too tempting a target.” Slightly shakily he stood up, and amazingly enough, his shaft was still straining….but then, so was the noble knight’s.

 

“It’s time we went back to bed, Shagger,” he said, “although I fear you’ve been locked out….” he had? “….Tallulah asked me not to leave my key in the lock….” ohh, “….although I’ll take your collar and sac strap, since they belong in your Salon….” carefully, he unclipped them, and handed them over, “….I’ll wear them instead, since it seems The Green Goddess enjoys the eroticism. I don’t mind being a simple subbie for her.” Excellent, since it would be much easier to make her impertinent request. Were he tied tightly by his testicles, saying No wasn’t such an easy option.

 

“Thank you as always, Shagger,” he said as they padded across the car park….SMACKK “….Oww….you’re welcome at any time….and goodnight,” he replied as Sir Digby Vaillance winked once, “Meet us in the car park latest quarter past nine….and still starkers, Shagger….” Oops, “…..it will be simpler for the Presentation if you don’t need to waste time changing. Alf reckons it’s only a short drive from here to St Bowlers, and anyway I expect you’ll enjoy Driving Dubiously Dressed….” a somewhat suspect practice which facilitated a frisson of freedom….excellent for exhibitionists everywhere,  “….I’ve ordered room service breakfasts for us all, to be delivered at about half past eight….goodnight for now.” Then the noble knight headed back towards the fire escape.

 

A matter of moments later, he padded through the main entrance to the Reception Desk. Unsurprisingly it was unoccupied at this hour, so he rang the bell. The door opened, and Tallulah emerged....but without her black business suit. Now she was some sort of sinful schoolgirl. What he could see of it included a pleasingly pleated lined lime-green skirt, with matching jacket and tie. It was thoroughly dishevelled, so she’d almost certainly been enjoying some filthy fun and frolics earlier. In other circumstances, he’d have been happy to give her a whack for being a Disgrace to the uniform.

 

“What do you want?” she asked, with a knowing smile. “Please, Miss,” he replied, “I’ve been locked out of my room.” She licked her lips. “Will,” she called out, “Mr Devon’s arrived on cue....the pervert I told you about.” Possibly her bedroom was located next to the office? It would certainly make sense if her job required rising at all hours. Oops….as another figure ambled into view. It was a period-piece Strict Schoolmaster suit, complete with a crimson-coloured cape, and cane. “Please, Sir,” he said humbly, “I’m a bad boy, and need a bit of a beating on my bare bottom. Please dish me decisive derrière discipline, as I do definitely deserve it.”

 

There were two sniggers, as the middle-aged man lifted the counter, and stepped out. Now he was fully visible, it appeared the cape was ALL his apparel, since he seemed sock and shoeless. “We will say,” he said slowly, “one whack for chronic Carelessness with keys….” as advertised, “….one for being Undressed, and another for being Out Of Your Room at this hour….” this was all so similar to St Sticks….but cheap at the price, “….I will apply the first two in the staccato style, since I am not about to have my caning competence questioned by this so-called privilege of the canee….” surely he HAD to be a Headmaster? “….assume the Position For Punishment.”

 

He bent down tightly, as a pair of shapely pins appeared in front of him….and yes, there were matching lime-green shoes and socks. Had he been humping her hard, he wondered whilst he looked up into her eyes? She stared back with what was clearly Schadenfreude, the Perverse Pleasure Of Another’s Misfortune. “One more for Ogling Obviously Over me again, Will,” she said happily, whilst he waited for the worst. “It is indeed neat little bottom,” he mused, “simply Asking for the cane….just as you told me.” So he was already up to three dollars, and still before 4am.

 

Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk        

“Ooo..OOO….TWO, thank you, SIR….” he gasped. The second stroke always stung much more, since it struck the same spot, “….please Sir….are you a real Headmaster, by any chance?” She licked her lips. “An accurate assessment,” he replied, “but how did you achieve it? Incidentally, it will be one more whack for a caneable Question….of impudence, in this instance.” It could have been ignorance or cheek, but the result would have been the same.

 

Swishhhhthwackkkk   

“Yeee….three, thank you, Sir,” he yelped. “I agree with you, guilty girl,” he said, “those rhyming responses really are very choice. But feel free to answer, bad boy….in your own time.” Another example of subaudition, since it really meant This Instant…Or Else.

 

Swishhhhthwackkkk   

“Yikes….four, thank you, Sir,” he gasped, “please, Sir….it’s because of your avoidance of all apostrophes, Sir. I’d venture to suggest you’re a Patron of PEDANT….the Perfect English Development Association National Trust, Sir.” He was well aware how even this statement would mean another whack.

 

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“Yeowww….five, thank you, Sir,” he gasped. “All of which is completely correct,” he said with relish, “with one more whack for Impertinently Imparting Information….” spot on, “….which takes us tidily to six of the best.” But alas, not the end of it, since his penis was pulsing.

 

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“Yeouchh….six, thank you, Sir,” he gasped, “thank you for my proscriptive and plenary posterior punishment. I know I needed it.” Surely it was time to stand up and be counted….so to speak? “Arise, bad boy,” he said, “and we will take a little look at you.” He duly did so, stitching the swishees’ smirk. It was a wan smile, as often offered by culpable canees in class as a prelude to public punishment. “It seems to be a Stiffie Salute, Tully?” he asked. “Yes, Will,” she replied. “Bend over again, bad boy,” he ordered. He obeyed, and closed his eyes.

 

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“Yeeee..HEEE..EEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” he yelped, “making a nasty nine in all. Thank you for thrashing me thoroughly.” He opened his eyes again, and Tallulah had moved away. In her place stood the Headmaster, however his cape had slipped open. A straining shaft was clearly visible….so had he been humping, he hadn’t yet reached any conclusion. He wasn’t shocked, since as always it was only the schoolboy who was swished for the sin. “Your flogging is finished,” he said, “but it is such a shame you never attended my school, since you are quite clearly an accomplished canee. We could have enjoyed so much flogging fun together over the years.”

 

He shrugged. “Please, Sir,” he said, “I’m not a gay guy or a bi boy, but it’s out of school hours. I’d be happy to offer you some respect by licking your prick. I estimate it’s eight inches of erotic enjoyment, so I’d suggest you were once known as Iron Will?” The same as his prefect peer at St Sticks. “Again, well sussed,” he said, “which is still the case. However I do have another nickname nowadays….” he wouldn’t enquire, “….but it will certainly show who is the Superior Sir.” He knelt down. “Uhh….uhh,” moaned the older man, as his tool was tongued tenderly. Then he stood slowly, whilst the cape was rewrapped.

 

“Here’s your spare key,” said the receptionist, handing it over, “obviously it’s the second salon, since you’ve swapped spouses….” she paused, “….I hope you didn’t mind me asking Mr Somerset to lock you out?” He shook his head. “Not at all,” he replied, “since I’m a sixdy-sixdy switch in disciplinary disposition, and I enjoy a bit of a beating by the beak….” he turned towards the older man, “….I like to record all receipts of the rattan on my rear. Do you maintain a beat sheet, Sir? I have a Private one of my own, should you not operate such a system.” He nodded.

 

 “Most certainly,” he replied, “will Devon, David, do?” Which would work well. “Yes, Sir,” he said, “of dorm 6W….one of the six wankers of….” he thought about it, “….St Judes School….” the likelihood of this ever getting back to St Dudes was low, and even then it wouldn’t much matter, “….I was wondering whether you similarly swished sinful schoolgirls, Sir? Or is it only adult ones, like this lovely Lady?” The Headmaster grinned wryly, as he too padded back around the desk. “I would if I could….Devon,” he replied, “but alas my school is single sex only. It is due to change next term, so until then I must manage with the many Misses and Madams who enjoy revisiting the rattan, to source some school style stick and swishing sessions….” he patted her posterior patronizingly, and she smiled, “….though plainly I could do with more practice with pretty posteriors.” Nice work if you can get it.

 

 “Which school did you attend, Miss?” he asked. “It was St Pirans,” she replied, “normally known as St Pains. Although the bad boys were beaten on their bare bottoms, the sinful schoolgirls were never swished….” the same as so many other schools? “….I always wanted the whacks, but had to wait until I was a grown up girl to feel a flogging on my fanny. Fortunately, Sir is happy to help with my naughty needs.” He would be too, however this wasn’t the time to offer his strict services. “If you will excuse us,” said the Headmaster, “I should like to show my appreciation of her adorable arse again.” Which by the expression on her face would be followed almost certainly by further fucking. “Goodnight, Sir and Miss,” he said respectfully, and padded away. He checked the room key, and decided at 4am, he’d sodding well take the lift. It was already on the ground floor, so he entered, pressed the button and the doors closed. Seconds later they opened again, so certainly quicker than walking. He padded along the corridor to his destination.