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According to the car clock the time was 8.53pm, and prefect David Shagton wasn’t getting anywhere. Or so it seemed, since he was sure they’d seen the same streets of the INNER RING ROAD several times during the past half hour? “I’m so sorry, Mesdames and Sirs,” said the chauffeur, after opening the glass visor between them, “I’ve done my best with the instructions from the hotel, but without a precise starting spot it’s extremely difficult.”
David smiled slightly, as the car continued. “I’ve some sympathy with your situation, Alf,” he said, “since it once happened to me. I failed to find PATON PLACE in Nixborough, owing to dubious directions given me by my Missus. Alas, I accidentally ended up in the red light district, and HORIZON ALLEY. Not for nothing is it known locally as HORIZONTALLY.” The others grinned, wryly.
“So what happened next, Shagger?” asked Sir Digby Vaillance. “I propositioned a pretty prostitute called Glasgow Gertie,” he replied, “but only to ask for assistance. She was hard as nails, but probably has to be in her profession. She offered some strict services, but lost interest the instant I outlined my quest. ‘Nae sale,’ she said, in fluent Glaswegian, ‘an’ no ah-dea, neither. Coom bark an’ see me when ye wan’ soom business.’ Then she strutted away, but fortunately I found a Good Samaritan. He was able to ferry me to my destination in his car.” Ava Frasch licked her lips. “What exactly was he doing there, Shagger?” she asked, with some insight. “He’d been getting up to mischief,” he replied, “and being punished for it….which was the precise point of his problem. He’s married to a vitriolic vanilla Wife….” he paused, “….you’ll forgive me if I don’t name names, in order to protect the guilty.”
The noble knight winked once. “I’ve always valued your discretion, Shagger,” he said, “as indeed I hope to do when you attend Lancashire University in the autumn.” Which was always assuming he’d passed his A-Levels? “To what sort of sin have you signed Shagger, Digger?” asked Have A Thrash. “It’s nothing more than some spanking and swishing sessions, Ava,” he replied, “when I can beat his neat little bottom in a No Tell Hotel, far away from prying eyes after a hard day’s work as Chancellor.” So another dollar for his mythical collection, when his hiney was complimented. “It’s an aspiration to which I too can….well, aspire,” she agreed amiably, “since it’s absolutely Asking or the cane….or crop.” So two dollars. “I’ve a question….darling,” said Shirley Greene in their private parlance, “exactly how did you know the Happy Hooker’s name? Did she give you a Calling Card?” She stared into his eyes, in accusatory fashion. “Yes….darling,” he replied, “she slipped it into my jacket pocket….” he smiled, “….unfortunately Brenda Smith discovered it the following day. I remember it rather well, and it ran as follows.”
Glasgow Gertie
Superbly strict sexual services
Scots Tawse English Cane
Miss Whiplash Gestapo Girl
Dog walking also done in
Horizon Alley, Nixborough
phone 0800 469469
11am until past your bedtime, bad boy!
“I hope she slapped you soundly, Shagger,” said Ava Frasch, “since I’d definitely have done so.” He nodded. “You may rest assured on such a score, Ma’am,” he replied ruefully. “I think it’s time for history to repeat itself,” she said suddenly, “so stop the car, Alf. There’s a happy Hooker across the road….so step out and ask her….” he stared at her, open-mouthed….SLAPP “….Oww,” he gasped, “….close your mouth, Shagger….we are not a codfish….” he wished disciplinary Dommes would stop saying this to him, since it made him feel about six years old, “….she should know our dubious destination, and anyway you know you want to….on one level at least….” she smiled, “….but we lovely Ladies are also aware how fellas hate asking anyone for help.”
She was quite correct, since it was a matter of macho male pride at its worst. “Here’s six new-pound notes, Shagger,” said Sir Digby Vaillance, handing them over, “which should serve to oil the wheels of commerce.” It always made matters easier when one were rich. The car stopped, and he opened the door. The traffic was light at this late hour, however she’d already spotted him waiting to cross, and stood seductively as he approached. “Good evening, Miss,” he said, as he inspected the vision of beauty….a somewhat younger version of Ava Frasch. She was indeed dressed in Happy Hooker hosiery, with a crimson-coloured miniskirt so short it was decent by only half an inch. His Head of PT would also approve, since her uniform was of the same hue.
He shivered slightly, and his penis pulsed whilst he drank in the matching fishnet tights, jacket and boots with stiletto high heels. A spiked Mistress collar, plus much mascara and lipstick completed the picture of a sexy Siren out to pull in the punters. “Hello….handsome,” she replied, her voice a low rumble, “are you interested in some big boys’ business….?” she opened her Hooker handbag, slung from her shoulder, “….or did daddy tell you to find a floozy for your first fuck….? a reasonable interpretation, since he was wearing his previous pink uniform, “….here’s my Calling Card, although you’ve sort of seen what’s on offer.” She handed it over, and it seemed she too was a disciplinary Domme.
Do you have the balls for
Rugby Ruby
strict slut screws studs
phone: 0800 676942
outcalls/escort only
“Actually, Miss,” he said smoothly, as he pocketed it, “at this moment I only need some short assistance for a few seconds….” he paused, and offered her the money, “….would this suffice for such service?” She accepted all the NP6 notes with alacrity, and stuffed them down her cleavage. “It’s a deal,” she said, “how can I help?” Her eyes were like cash registers, just as those of Glasgow Gertie had been. He’d once said as such to Primula Proffer, another professional prostitute. She’d traded as Leopard-skin Lucy of Letchhampton, prior to taking up a teaching post at St Stricktlands School.
“Please, Miss,” he replied, “I need The Boot Inn.” WHUMPP “….URGHHH,” he gasped as she kicked him competently in the crotch. “Was it sufficient for your naughty needs….?” she asked in the Do-You-Want-To-Make-An-Issue-Of-It? Position. Her hands were held haughtily on her hips, as he straightened slowly, “….or would you like another? I really rather like the look of those strange shorts, since they separate the shaft from the scrotum, and make quick kicks much more effective….” which was one big selling point for Knackerpants….at least from the floozies’ perspective “….even so, it’s obvious you enjoyed it….” dammit….David’s distended dick always gave away his dirty and deviant desires, “….you seem to be my type of bad boy….one who appreciates strict and stern.”
Got it in one, “Huhh,” he moaned, “perhaps I….huhh….I might not have made myself quite clear….huhh….it’s the Apocryphal Schoolboy all over again….” she stared at him quizzically, with a, ‘what the fuck is the cretin on about?’ look, “….huhh….which isn’t me at the moment….huhh….so sorry, I digress….” he took a deep breath, “….we’re….huhh….trying without success to find the hostelry of the name….huhh….since we’re booked in there this evening.”
She sniggered softly. “Now I understand,” she said, “but you’re on the wrong side of town. It’s about ten minutes away, but quite complicated because of the one-way system. I’ll brief your chauffeur….although it would be easier if I….well, escorted you….” very droll, “….unless you wouldn’t want the likes of me in your father’s nice Roller? I can always sit in the front, and mind my P’s and Q’s.” He shook his head. “Dad won’t mind your presence in the slightest, Miss….” he confirmed graciously, not bothering to correct her misunderstanding, “….since he likes lovely Ladies like you.”
She beamed, and hooked her hand under his arm. Hooked by a Happy Hooker, as they checked the traffic, before venturing back across the road. “Alf,” he said as he held open the front passenger door, “Rugby Ruby will provide you with directions….” he gestured towards her, “….do step inside, Miss.” She smiled. “I don’t often get to ride in Rollers,” she said, “although I do have a couple of quality clients who own them.”
He closed the door, and opened his own. “Now we’re cooking,” he said, as he climbed in, “and should be there shortly….” the car pulled away, and Alf closed the visor again, “….she thinks you’re my sinful son, Digger….huhh,” he added as he softly stroked his sore scrotum. The kick had been surgically accurate, by someone who knew what she was about. “We won’t worry with explaining otherwise, Shagger,” he replied, absently. “She’s kindly agreed to provide us with an escort ser….huhh….vice, so to speak,” he confirmed, “since apparently the route to the hotel’s quite complicated….” he transferred his gaze to the front, where she was stroking the chauffeur’s cheek, “….maybe she might do for Alf? I rather recall you mentioning something about providing him with pussy on these occasions.”
The older man grinned. “Yes,” he agreed, “and I think you’re right, Shagger. They do seem to be getting on well together….” he paused, “….would anyone have any objections to me enjoying a few frolics with her first? It’s a rare opportunity to sample two lovely Ladies simultaneously….” he could have said sluts, which would have improved the alliteration, but was being polite, “….with both wanton wicked Witches wearing crimson-coloured clothes….” two pretty heads shook, “….so we’ll take two hours of her time, rather than one. But what about you, Shagger?” Can you imagine yourself enjoying another knees-up with her?” Ha bloody ha. “I promise you it was a quick kick, Digger….huhh,” he replied, “but I’d fancy a few minutes with her first. Perhaps we might go up to my bedroom, and then Shirley could subsequently burst in on us, role-playing the aggrieved spouse….huhh….a scenario which we both enjoy excellently.”
There was a neat nod from beside him. “Which will work well….darling,” she said, “I’ve brought my camera, so I can record all the incriminating indecency.” He pursed his lips. “Were you going to use it anyway….darling?” he asked, “since we knew nothing of her until a few minutes ago.” She grinned. “Yes,” she said, “I wanted some mementos of what might be one of our final flings….” Ohh, “….although I’ve been having some thoughts about it, and we’ll talk later.” Oops….since she WAS one of his favourite floozies, and they’d enjoyed almost a year together. Then he spotted a street sign....INTENTION ALLEY. Several seconds later, he saw the masthead for their destination. “Welcome to INTENTIONALLY, Mesdames and Sirs,” said Rugby Ruby as they pulled into the car park. Very witty….as they collected their overnight bags. Alfred Heath emerged first, and opened each passenger door respectfully, including the one for his naughty nooky of the night. Then they too stepped out into the gathering dusk.
THE BOOT INN
A No-Tell hotel
Room rental available by the hour
Fully serviced suites also available
“Alf has explained how this will work,” she continued, “and I understand it’s the senior Sir who holds the purse strings….?” the older man nodded, and took out his wallet again, “....my time is a gross new-pounds per hour, which each includes a pussy poke….but obviously excluding the cost of the accommodation.” He counted out a large wad of currency. “It’ll be two hours please, Miss,” he replied politely, “which is Alf and I….although my sinful son has requested a few minutes of fun foreplay without fucking.”
She seemed slightly shocked. “I don’t quite follow all this, Sir,” she said, as they continued across the car park, “since surely you have bonking buttoned up?” The older man smiled. “We’ll all be following a few filthy fantasies,” he said, “Shirley should outline some of Shagger’s serial sins whilst we register, and perhaps Ava could kindly do so for mine?” Have A Thrash nodded, neatly.
A couple of minutes later, they reached the Reception desk, and rang the bell for service. Almost immediately, an attractive apparition appeared from inside an office. She was wearing a black business suit, with a tight top and seriously short skirt. Hell….he’d be happy to service Tallulah any time, as according to her name-badge. Good evening, everyone,” she said, “I’m sorry to disappoint those of you who are Leching Longingly Like Losers….” guilty as charged, m’Lady, “….but I’m already booked for bonking….” hardly a surprise, “….since you’re last in, presumably you must be the Vallaince Holdings PLC party….?” the noble knight nodded, and presumably the company would reclaim the cost from the school at some stage?
Either way, it wasn’t his problem, “….Mr and Mrs Somerset, Devon and Cornwall respectively….?” spoken with degree level doubt, “….who’s the lucky lad who’s drawn Rugby Ruby? She spends several nights here every week, or so it seems.” The chauffeur raised his hand. “It’s mostly me, Miss,” he confirmed, “although she’ll be….well, helping out with both Sirs.” The receptionist smiled. “I didn’t know you did Bi-some threesomes, Ruby,” she said sourly. “I’m open to most sins, Lulu,” she replied disarmingly, “just so long as I’m properly paid for them.” Quod Erat Demonstrandum, or Thus It Has Been Proved. He watched whilst Ava Frasch and Shirley Greene took the professional prostitute to one side, and started to speak softly. Sir Digby Vaillance signed in as the Somersets, and handed him the pen. Maybe he’d had a hankering for playing the part of the secret agent James Bond in From Russia With Love, who’d once used this alias? He accepted it, and wrote in the register.
Mr and Mrs David Devon, 7 Suspect Street, Paddington, London W.2.
In one way it was appropriate, as he’d once used an alias address in FISH STREET, Plymouth, which was also in the same county. “Are you sure you’re old enough for this?” asked the receptionist, “even if you ARE with your….well, wonderful Wife.” Shirley Greene grinned. “We’ve been together for a year,” she replied with perfect honesty, “and David’s definitely over eighteen. Fortunately, he’s with his father and….Stepmother….” another quick rewriting of reality, “….however, he’s somewhat shy, and needs several sorts of sinful stimulations to start screwing….” his ears burned slightly, as he handed the pen to the chauffeur.
By default, they were Mr and Mrs Cornwall for the duration, “….I’m afraid he was a goody two-shoes at school….” once upon a time, but not in his latter years, “….whilst he’d always wanted the whacks….an Apocryphal Schoolboy if ever there was one. Might I assume our room runs to a rattan?” Tallulah simply smiled. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” she confirmed, “along with almost everything else by way of both bondage and discipline. You have two de-Sade Salons, our premium price products….” so no expense spared, “….plus a basic Bridal Suite, which I suppose is for the chauffeur?” As always, the hired hand seemed the second-class citizen. Even so, he’d still be having a hot Hooker on the company’s account. Probably though, Sir Digby Vaillance would reclaim all these costs on corporate expenses?
“Everything is pre-paid,” she confirmed, “the café’s closed, but the bar’s still open. However, I’ve sent some sandwiches to all three rooms….” which was good, since they’d missed dinner, “….breakfast starts at six o’clock….” the same as Rise And Shine, “….through to ten. Does anyone require a wake-up call?” The noble knight nodded again. “Yes, please,” he said, “both Salons will want one at three o’clock….” they would? “….since my son and I will be swapping sinful spouses….” so it wasn’t for his creature comforts, but simply since his Patron didn’t wish to needlessly slum it down to a cheap room, “….and all of us at eight, as we’ve a busy day ahead.
“Forgive my impertinence, Sir,” she said, “but I assume you picked up Ruby….well, on the street, so to speak….?” indeed, “….how would Frederick have managed, had it not happened?” So this was Alf’s alias, and quite close enough. “I’d have asked you for some suggestions, Miss,” he replied, “since this is a No Tell Hotel, and I expect you’ve some suitable selections for service.”
She reached underneath the counter, and pulled out a heavy loose-leaf folder. It was entitled Company for Companies, and he’d seen the likes of it before at The Regal Rooms in London….located at the address he’d used to register. “We’ve no shortage of sluts….or studs, Sir,” she confirmed evenly, “for all tastes and inclinations. But it seems your so-called schoolboy has flogging fantasies. Was he once a wanker boy, before he discovered the delights of damsels?” He cringed quietly. “I’m afraid he still is, Miss,” said The Green Goddess, cheerfully, “and also an incorrigible exhibitionist of the worst kind. His clothes will be going with Mr and Mrs Somerset. I hope it won’t matter too much if he has to walk between rooms nice and naked at three o’clock?”
The receptionist smiled. “This is indeed a No Tell hotel,” she said, “so we expect such sin. Will one key for each room be sufficient, Ma’am….?” a neat nod, “….strange, since you’ve no idea how many guests somehow seem to become locked out of their rooms whilst undressed….” maybe he might? “….and need to trek down here in the altogether to collect another one….” Oops….since it sounded so similar to Victim nights at St Sticks, “….in which case they’re caned for chronic Carelessness with keys…..” she cocked her head dubiously, “….could you see yourself doing so….bad boy….” he nodded, “….perhaps you should strip starkers straightaway?” OMG….it would be horrendous humiliation, but also erotic enjoyment.
The fine dividing line between embarrassment and exhibitionism was terribly thin. Slowly, he started, folding each item neatly to the counter. Impeccable tidiness had been completely caned into him, first by his Mother, secondly at The Styx. “Should we say one whack for so sinfully Staring At Skirts?” she asked, somehow wielding a weapon, and flexing it firmly between her fingers. “Yes….Ma’am,” he muttered, “I know I need it.” He stared into six sets of eyes, and his shaft was already starting to strain. “Bend over, bad boy,” she said, “since I expect you’ve often contemplated a caning in front of the fellas and floozies….” many times, “….so this is how it would have worked.” Close….as he assumed the Position.
Swishhhhthwackkkkk
“One, thank you, Ma’am,” he said respectfully. “Wasn’t it hard enough for you?” she asked, “since I didn’t hear any protestation of pain.” There were several sniggers. “It was a perfect stroke one, Miss,” said The Green Goddess, “but at his school, there’s this thing called canees’ privilege. It entitles them to stay silent….apart from the cut count, some suitable salutation and an affirmation of appreciation.” The receptionist seemed pleased with herself. “Fair enough,” she said, “so stand, and we’ll have a little look at you.” Oh dear….as he obeyed, since sure enough his penis was pulsing perpendicularly.
“Three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing,” put in Rugby Ruby, “as spoken at MY school, when a bad boy boasts the so-called Stiffie Salute so spectacularly. It’s seven inches of circumcised sin, exactly as I suspected when I kicked his crotch.” A neat phrase, he had to agree, and one which he hadn’t heard before. “Bend over again,” ordered Tallulah, and he obeyed at once, “a neat little bottom….simply Asking for the cane.” Thus another two dollars today.
Swishhhhthwackkkkk
“Ooo….two, thank you, Miss,” he gasped. “Much better,” she said, “and I like the rhyming response.” Always happy to help. “There’ll be another one with the next whack, Miss,” put in The Green Goddess.
Swishhhhthwackkkkk
“Yeee….three, thank you, Miss,” he yelped. “Even better,” she said, happily.
Swishhhhthwackkkkk
“Yikes….four, thank you, Miss,” he gasped, “thank you for swishing me so soundly. I know I deserved the derrière discipline.” He looked up, and saw all four felonesses softly stroking themselves where they shouldn’t. “For someone who’s supposed to be a rookie canee,” she mused, “he has quite a command of caning etiquette.” Little did she know. “He’s learned a lot at my hands….and his hit hiney,” said Shirley Greene, effortlessly evading the question, “Stand up,” ordered the receptionist, “and you may rub your raw rear.” An unusual luxury, since at home and St Sticks the practice was prohibited. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned as he stroked his stripes.
“Please….Miss,” said Sir Digby Vaillance, “perhaps I too might merit something similar, since I too was Ogling Obviously Over you earlier.” She stared at him. “In your Smart Suit, Sir,” she said, “I automatically assumed you to be a Dominant dolt….no offence.” He smiled ruefully. “I actually edge eighdy to fordy, in the direction of Dominance,” he admitted, “which is certainly sufficient to swish my sinful son. He regularly receives my rattan, even though he’s grown up. But he’ll be attending University in the autumn….” maybe? “….and since he’s always responded best to the stick, as opposed to the carrot….” so to speak, “….I fully intend to perpetuate the punishment process, in order to ensure he gets good grades.” Actually In Loco Parentis, or In Place Of A Parent, but it might have merit?
“Take our room key and disappear with your deviant damsel….darling,” said The Green Goddess, “whilst we deal with your dastardly dad. I want to watch his whacks….” he would have done so too, however he did as directed, “….I’ll collect Digger’s clothes when his flogging’s finished, and Ava will take your overnight bag….” she paused, “….I might also have a nightcap first in the bar, so expect me in around a quarter of an hour.” Once again, Rugby Ruby slipped her hand under his arm.
“Shall we take the stairs….darling,” she said, mimicking Shirley Greene, “unless you don’t mind meeting people in the lift?” Quite honestly, he was past caring, although he ought to do so? His philandering father had always cautioned him about keeping another fine dividing line….the one between role-play and reality. But as the receptionist had said, they WERE in a No Tell hotel. “It’s fine with me,” he replied, “but hoofing it up to the second floor would enable me to enjoy some CFmn to the full….” Clothed Female, naked male, “….and it’s better yet if you go in front. Then I can contemplate some Spying and Straying Up Skirts….with some sound slapping.” She giggled girlishly.
“No problem,” she said, “your Wife’s explained how she’s a Shrinking Violet….” which was what happened when one was presented to a pulsing penis, “….apparently anger acts as arousal, and an aphrodisiac….” this part WAS the case, “….so we’ll have a few minutes of filthy fun, before she bursts inside to find us in a completely compromising condition.” They passed under an archway, and started up some stone steps. Very choice, as he spied sinfully at two beautiful buttocks between miniskirt and fishnets. “Ooh..ooh….” she moaned, as he fondled her fetching fanny, “….what are you doing, you really rude wretch….?” surely the ministry of the bleedin’ obvious? SLAPPP “….AHHH….” SLAPPP “….AHHH,” he gasped, reeling from side to side as she slapped him soundly, “….any more of this nonsense, and it’s my knee next.” Promises….as they took several more steps to the First floor landing. She wiggled her waist once, with what was obviously Incitement, as they started up the next flight.
Patiently, he waited until she reached the Second floor. “Ooh…Ooh….” she moaned as he repeated his indecent intentions, “….I’ve had it up to here with you….pervert,” she said, holding him firmly under his chin, and forcing his head backwards. He spread his legs….WHUMPHH “….UGHHH….” he moaned as he was kneed in the nuts, “…..HOOO….HOOO…..me balls, Miss….HOOO….I’m so sorry, Miss.” Slowly, he straightened, and so did his shaft. “Complete claptrap….darling,” she said cheerfully as they continued along the corridor. “Ours should be the sixth door….huhh….darling,” he said, as he padded painfully behind her. Very soon, they reached their destination.
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