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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.
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“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.
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“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.
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“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.
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