Summer Balls – Year LXXXIX
Detention Classes
The 1st form will meet in Room 142.
All other detainees are invited to select their Supervisory preference from the following options:-
Joyce D’Aragon Room 122
Dwyer Barlow-Stratton Room 123
Richard Merryweather Room 125
Harold Sphinx Room 126
Ian Iivingston Hume Room 127
Mary Ure Room 128
All detainees should ensure they have a suitable pen, however Lines paper will be provided. Perusal of punishment in progress, and Distracting detainees during Detention are each worth three whacks. Spying, Straying and Languishing Along Lovely Legs carry their usual penalties.
Signed Susan Sweet School Secretary
At this end of the term, the number of sinful scholars was always much higher. Obviously there were also many more poor sods on Daily Detention. They also needed to Explain themselves to Terrence every fourth day. But for this evening, the sluts were spoiled for choice. Many of them would go for Big Dick, whose immodest male member matched his own. But there was also Dr Dire, with his well-known tendency towards tight trousers. For good measure, there was Dr Livingstone I Presume, who had piercing blue eyes in addition to a fine physique.
For the studs there was The Dragon Lady, with her small conical tits, and fetching French femme fatale street-urchin hairstyle….let alone all her other attributes. Alternatively they could choose Oo-Er, who shared her name with an Actress of old, in addition to some slight similarities in speech. Indeed, he well remembered her incredibly clipped Oxford English tones, so sharp surely one could cut cardboard? However, he’d select Stinks….partly for what he’d learned from previous punishments, but also as some sort of statement for later in the evening.
Then he retraced his steps and headed into the long, dark cold corridors for the Teaching wings. Several minutes later he reached his destination, and as expected there were a considerable quantity of detainees. “Good evening, Wanker Boy Will,” said Amy Winehouse, with her usual whiny voice, “I’ll sit with you, as you suggested last week in dorm….” indeed he had, “….I haven’t been able to Lay Down The Law, since we haven’t shared any classes….” such a shame, “….who have you selected as Supervisor?” He shrugged. “It’s Stinks, Ma’am,” he replied politely. “Really?” she asked as Big Dick appeared along the corridor. As he’d expected there was a flash of felonesses following him towards Room 125.
Seconds later it was The Dragon Lady. “I’d honestly have expected you’d be anxious to Lech Longingly Like A Loser at her lovely and light 5’5” French frame,” she mused. “I have my reasons, Ma’am,” he muttered as the two doctors arrived together, before taking a considerable crush away with them. Then it was Stinks, still wearing his black laboratory coat. He followed him, accompanied only by The Whines and five further floozies….three of whom were also In The Pink, and obviously identical triplets.
Room 126
He and Amy Winehouse chose a bench in the centre, with The Babe In Blue in the front row on her own. All the detainees dutifully stood to attention with their hands behind their heads. Inevitably, everywhere was equipped with Sodding Shagger’s Natty New Seats Of Learning. He noted how the three Sisters were standing together two rows further in front. Then he saw single small tattooed initial at the base of their backs….V, M and K. Presumably they’d been placed there by their parents for ease of identification?
How, he wondered bitterly, had he achieved almost an entire year of prefecthood, and failed to flog those fetching fannies? They all bore several stripes….presumably the work of their frightful fagmistresses? It wasn’t fair….no, his personal demon countermanded, it was simply stupidity on his part. “A warm welcome to my minority ministry this evening,” said Stinks, “obviously there’s no shortage of space. Is anyone without their Lines set….?” there were no takers, “….whilst I’m not complaining, Wanker Boy Will, I’d be interested to learn why you chose me for Supervisor? I could hardly fail to notice all the competition on offer this evening.”
As always, he looked like Albert Einstein having a bad hair day. “Please, Sir,” he explained, “it’s partly a throwback to a tactic which I learned during Detentions over the years. When one’s in a small class, it’s statistically simpler to finish on time. Then there’s less likelihood of Lateness for Prep….” there were several knowing nods, “….although obviously this evening it isn’t an issue. But the other reason is because I’d prefer to have some of your rubbery whacks….” he shivered slightly as he saw the teacher’s legendary long length of rubber tubing protruding from a pocket, “….which may be a talking point during the Summer Balls. Most of the other pupils In The Pink will be sporting conventional cane cuts.” The teacher smiled widely. “You were in my Chemistry class, as one of The Boys In Blue,” he agreed amiably, “I was so sorry when you gave up the subject after O-Level, and must admit I’ve missed punishing your particularly pert posterior.” So there it was again.
Then Amy Winehouse raised her arm. “What is it, guilty girl?” he asked testily. “Please Sir,” she said in her whiny way, “I saw Shanks Staring At Seats when we arrived. I daresay he was inspecting The Tribble Triplets’ tattoos….on the assumption he’s a bums boy.” As indeed were most mere males at St Sticks. “Is this true, Wanker Boy Will?” the teacher asked. “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “I was wondering what the letters stood for.” Harold Sphinx shrugged. “Knowing you to be a Dominant dolt,” he said, “and given these three sinful sluts are in The Six Punishees, I’m somewhat surprised you haven’t hit their hineys hard on the occasions you’ve been Curfew Monitor.”
Which made matters worse, since their reputation for requesting rattan on rears was well known. “Please, Sir,” he said sulkily, “I did enquire of dorm 6P each time, but they must have had it hard during the day, since there was no sale.” He’d actually achieved some small successes in The Six Jailbirds of dorm 6J….similarly submissive souls who craved caning at all costs. However, he wasn’t about to go into too much detail. After all, it might invite a whack for Impertinently Imparting Information. “You may as well step out here, Shanks,” he said, “and I’ll reacquaint your rear with the rubber. Everyone else may sit down and start work.”
He strutted out to the teacher’s desk. “Ohh,” he heard variously as six sore seats connected with the specially constructed rubber mats. They featured a fine matrix of short semi-sharp steel spikes, and were considerably more uncomfortable than the regular really rough raised ridges. Obviously they were even more effective with horrible Harry Herbert’s sodding Short Shirts, since the bottoms were bare. “Bend over and face the class, Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “and you can do what London Transport are always telling us….to take the tube….” what wit, “….you can also help me check on any Perusal of punishment in progress….” Shopping some sluts seemed sound, and he assumed the Position, “….it’ll be three whacks with the Tush Tube for each adorable arse, in my special staccato style.” Standing straight behind the bum, for a forehand followed by a backhand, an action which couldn’t be achieved with a cane.
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“YEEE…HEEE..EEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” he yelped. “It’s a treat with the tubee wearing high-heeled shoes, Shanks,” he mused, “I’m sure you know all about balancing the body further forward?” He nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “they allow an accentuated and acuter angle of attack.” It was a terrible temptation not to wiggle his waist, but it wasn’t worth the whack for Incitement. “Presumably the point is to wear them for the Summer Balls, and impress pussy with your prowess?” he asked. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, “I’ve had quite a lot of practice, and my pink bowtie is prepared in my pocket.” The teacher grinned. “I hope you fare better than Alexander Gordon,” he commented, so the sad story had reached the Staff room.
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“OWWW..WOWW..OWWW….SIX, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “Though I can set you straight on the letters,” he said conversationally, “the V is for Virginia Tribble, the M for Minerva and the K for Kynaston….” his attention was drawn to the front bench, and The Babe In Blue. She sported a 1960’s hairstyle, with strikingly severe black fringe, and a devastatingly pretty mouth. Surely he’d seen her somewhere before? But, his personal demon prompted, did the collars and cuffs match? The phrase was a throwback to James Bond, since Ian Fleming’s secret agent of old had once made the sinful suggestion about a slut.
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“YAROO..OOO..HOO….NINE….a nasty nine, thank you, SIR,” he gasped, “….which makes them Jinnie The Jinx, Minnie The Minx and Kinnie The Kinks. Collectively they’re The Trouble Triplets….since it’s where they’re usually to be found….” very witty, as despite his every effort his eyes slipped below the desk, where her legs were wide apart, “….were you engaged in some surreptitious Staring At Slits, Shanks?” Rumbled. “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “I do deserve discipline for the dirty and deviant deed.” It would be another three for the standard sin. “We’ll take these slowly, in singles, Shanks,” he said.
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“Yikes….TEN, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “May I introduce you to Feldon, Barbara, of The Vamps,” said Stinks. Then more memory confirmed it had been a masseuse, the naughty nurse in Thunderball. He’d wanked worthlessly with Molly Peters as the superbly sexy Patricia Fearing every time whilst watching the movie at home on AudioVisual Record.
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“Yezz….ELEVEN, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “She’s always been known as Agent 99….” but why? “….after the ancient 1960’s sitcom Get Smart, since she shares the same name as the luscious leading Lady. However, Shagger’s since suggested a new nick….of FemDom. What’s your disciplinary disposition, guilty girl?” he asked. “Please, Sir,” she replied demurely, “it’s ninedy to thirdy, in the direction of Domination.” So nine dozen to three, the same as himself….and a case of Quod Erat Demonstrandum, or Thus It Has Been Proved.
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“Yeouch….TWELVE….a dozen due, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “Stand up, Shanks,” he said, “it’s time we took a look at you….” he duly did so, “….in the old days, Wanker Boy Will would stand straight with a wildly wavering willy, and knobbly knees knocking….” as indeed Alix The Phallix had stated earlier, “….but now your eight inches of erotic enjoyment is….well, firm….” very droll, “….anyway, it’s worth another three whacks, so over you go again.”
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“Yoww….ONEDEEN, thank you, SIR,” he yelped. “Since she’s currently in dorm 5V,” the teacher continued didactically, “it’s one where a career change is required next term. After all, I doubt she’d qualify as one of The Six Virgins.” A slightly smug smile confirmed this was the case. What did they say about dorm 6V? Thanks for nothing, was one of many epithets applied. But it seemed sodding Shagger had successfully scored.
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“Yeowweee….TWODEEN, thank you, SIR….” he gasped….gotcha, since he’d seen her look up momentarily, “….please Sir….she was peeking at my punishment, or possibly penis….ohh,” he added as the teacher reflectively ran the rubber across his raw rear. “Well, guilty girl?” he asked. “I’m so sorry, Sir,” she said contritely, “it was the statements about his shaft. I simply couldn’t stop myself, Sir.” So another case of Incitement. “Step out here and bend over,” he ordered, “Shanks can Stare At Slits….and Seats, at no extra charge.”
Joy, he reflected as she padded towards them, and formed the angle accordingly. “Ohh,” he moaned as she spread her legs, and he was treated to a villain’s view of vagina. Yes….the collars and cuffs DID match, a similar success story to the secret agent of old. “You’ve prepaid for the privilege of pussy peeking, Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “so I’ll apply the coup de grâce….” colloquially called the Cut Of Grace, “….and then you can begin your Lines.”
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“AYEEEEE….THIRDEEN, thank you, SIR,” he gasped, “thank you for my thorough thrashing, SIR. It’s a bit like revisiting the rattan before one’s actually left school, Sir.” There were several sniggers from around the room. “Off you go,” he said, “whilst I deal with this deviant damsel. I shall be extremely interested whether she’s able to pass HER inspection.” The Short Shirt itself was specially shaped, sewn and seamed to remove much of the material. The collar was unchanged, but at the back it was cut away just below the shoulder blade. A three wide inch tongue carried the buttons, and likewise allowed his tie to be worn conventionally. For sinful sluts, they also enabled an instant naughty nipple inspection, as a beautiful boob was proudly presented in place of a pocket. He strutted back to his bench. “Ahh,” he gasped as he sat down, and the Seats Of Learning did their worst. Then he took a sheet of Lines paper from the pile, and headed it up.
St Stricktlands
Putting the oo back into school
Use for one dozen Lines, and add continuation sheets as necessary. Ensure this and all others are correctly identified and totalled. Care should be taken to see there are no errors or omissions in your work. Any such sheet will be rendered Inadmissible, and the appropriate penalty applied. In particular the placement and positioning of all apostrophes must be chosen with extreme care. The intermediate spacing should only be used for long Lines. Credit will be given for neat and orderly work.
Scholar name: Shanks, William Set by: Mrs Gertrude Griffin
Scholar dorm: 6X Supervisor (if applicable): Mr Harold Sphinx
Date set: Detention date (if applicable)
He added the dates, and started writing.
1. I enjoy errant erections, erotic exposure, extreme exhibitionism and endless edging.
Then he closed his ears to a floozy’s flogging, and concentrated on writing, his brain moving effortlessly onto autopilot. “Ohh,” he moaned as a hand softly stroked his straining shaft. Clearly, he’d have it hard for the duration of the Detention….so to speak. His mind was a mush as he attempted to ignore the distractions around him.
6. I enjoy errant erections, erotic exposure, extreme exhibitionism and endless edging.
“Most interesting,” said Stinks, somehow staring over his shoulder. Have you been up to your old tricks again, bad boy?” Which was one way of putting it. “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “I celebrated a VE Day in Mrs Gertrude Griffin’s class yesterday morning, with everything it entailed.” The teacher patted his hand. “She certainly seems to have a soft spot for you, Shanks,” he agreed, as he walked away. Indeed so, since he’d already sampled it, and hopefully would be doing so again on Sunday morning? Then he allowed his mind to meander into the realms of Planet Prostitute, where the lovely Ladies were….well, open for business. Big Ben was suddenly striking for what he hoped was 6.45pm, when he realized he’d finished.
12. I enjoy errant erections, erotic exposure, extreme exhibitionism and endless edging.
Sheet (6) of (6)
He raised his hand, still careful to avert his eyes. “What is it, Shanks?” asked Stinks. “Please, Sir,” he replied, “I’m done, Sir….since it was only six dozen, Sir.” There was a slight sniff from beside him, so clearly his pretty partner was on many more. “Step out again, Shanks,” said Stinks, “and I’ll apply your Terminal Tubing.” In place of Closure Caning, but his seat would still sting substantially. “Ohh,” he moaned as he stood up, and his seat was separated from the spikes. He strutted to the front, and stood to attention again.
“It’ll still be six, Shanks,” he said, “as you’ve already failed another erection inspection. Take off your tie and Short Shirt. Then bend over, since it’ll almost be a BCNU beating....” although it was unlikely the pupils properly In The Pink were aware of them yet? “….I’ll apply them in my special staccato style….” standing straight behind the bum, for a forehand followed by a backhand. It was an action which couldn’t be achieved with a cane, “….in threes, so the two tramlines together should give you a talking point for the Tarts.” Exactly as he’d intended, as he put his tie into the single pocket, and folded it neatly onto the desk as ordered.
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“Yeee..HEEE..EEEE….THREE, thank you SIR,” he yelped, rocking onto his toes.
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“Yikes..YIKES..YIKES….SIX….six of the VERY best, thank you so much, SIR,” he gasped. “We’re done and dusted, dude,” he said, sadly it seemed, “unless you were considering attending Summer School?” He shivered slightly. “I hadn’t given it any thought until this afternoon, Sir,” he said, “when my frightful fagmistress mentioned it. Although I’d automatically assumed I’d play previous prefect, now I’m not quite so sure.” The teacher grinned widely.
“You’d be surprised, Shanks,” he said, “at how many sometime scholars relish revisiting the rubber on the rear….” or perhaps not, as his penis promptly pulsed, “….I attend all six weeks, so you’d be guaranteed to get a good going over.” He nodded. “Be Seein’ You, Sir,” he said, “albeit not next term, as is usually the case.” He turned his head, and winked once. “Stand up, Shanks,” he said, “and append your bowtie….” he rummaged around, and put it on, “….very fetching. I’m sure you’d do well with naked waiter service.” He smiled slightly.
“So it’s been said, Sir,” he replied, “for my fagging duties. But perhaps Sir would wish me to attend his study at some stage during Summer School, when he could consider my competence.” The teacher licked his lips. “Most certainly, Shanks,” he said happily, “consider it a date.” Albeit one with a difference….SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped at two sudden smacks. “I’m happy to be your balls bulb boy, Sir,” he said spreading his legs, “especially since it’s out of school hours….UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP.”
There were several soft sniggers from around the room. “Enjoy your evening’s erotic entertainment, Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “this is when prancing practice during your General Studies class pays dancing dividends….” indeed it would, “….who are you escorting?” He picked up his Short Shirt, “Please, Sir,” he replied, “it’s The Full Twins, Sir.” There were several sniffs from the seated sluts as he strutted towards the door.
“Good evening, Wanker Boy Will,” said one of two Happy Hookers standing outside in the corridor, and each wearing pleasingly pleated red miniskirts. He shivered slightly and his penis pulsed whilst he drank in the matching fishnet tights and boots which accompanied the apparitions. Studded collars, plus much mascara and lipstick completed the picture of sexy sirens out to pull in the punters. Her crop top bore the logo of Cynthia in large letters….so at least he’d be able to tell them apart.
“These were once our regulation school skirts….” said the second, and likewise labelled….only as Iona, “….in Year LXXXIII, when we were The Little Red Ridinghoods, and dorm 1A….” named after the 1960’s sitcom of The Addams Family. He shivered slightly as he recalled the leading Lady, “….only as you can see, they’re now somewhat short.” An understatement, since they were actually indecent. Doubtless it was the same situation with their seats. “I’ll put your Short Shirt in my Happy Hooker handbag….” said Sinful, “….only do try to retrieve it later….” he handed it over, “….I’m sorry, but we have to throw you out around three o’clock tomorrow morning, since we both have other dicks due….” he wouldn’t enquire further, although from her phraseology they might well both be threesomes? “….shall we go?”
They….well, hooked their hands under his arms, and again he felt good. “Were you thinking about Morticia Addams?” asked Sinful as they headed out of the Teaching wings. “It’s more Leching Longingly Like A Loser,” he admitted, “I must have only been about twelve when I first saw the series on AV Record. I always fancied the ancient Actress Carolyn Jones who played the part, whilst having no idea why at such an innocent age.” They both sniggered softly.
“We’ve seen the series….” said Sinful, “….and she’s a Vamp….” got it in one, “….she’d have done well in dorm 5V,” added Eyeful, “by the way, feel free to….well, feel free. Our fetching fannies are up for grabs, so to speak….ohh,” they both murmured. “The Bush Telegraph claims Missus has asked Terrence for la Volta to be included in this year’s routines….” said Sinful, “….do you recall reading about it in History?” asked Eyeful.
“Yes,” he said, “I read a 17th century account, and the writer was unimpressed. Either he was a prude, or more likely it was sour grapes by someone who wasn’t invited. I recall it rather well: A new galliard….a foreign dance in which they seize each other in lewd places. It is full of scandalous, beastly gestures and immodest movements. In it the dancer with a leap takes the young lady – who also comes to him with a high jump to the measures of the music – and grasps her in an unseemly place….” there were two giggles, “….it sounds a bit like what my parents used to do to me when I was tiny….Pick-You-Up and Smack-You-Down.” Somehow, the surreptitious smack was the best part.
“It’s definitely a dirty dance,” Sinful confirmed, “although be aware in the name of equality, the lovely Ladies will be allowed to do the same….” Oops, “….I gather The Con Artists are looking forward to it….” he recalled they were both a bit butch, “….they’re in dorm 6L,” Eyeful confirmed, “so your scrotum’s safe. However it may be a different matter with the gay guys.” Not to mention all the Bi Babes and boys? It would be an interesting routine with all the available permutations.
Then they reached their destination, and strutted into the main assembly hall together. Inside it was a tango….which took two, he thought wittily. “Welcome, Wanker Boy Will,” said The Headmaster over the tannoy system, as the music stopped for a second, “with The Full Twins in tow.” He bowed graciously, highly happy he’d rated an announcement of entry. “Sis can have this one with you,” said Sinful, “and I’ll take the next. Then you can get us some drinks....” she paused, “….you can accept all other offers of dances, since we’ll be doing the same.” He took her into a more formal hold, however she sucked her teeth. “On the bare bum….” she murmured, and he lowered his arm accordingly, “….MUCH better.”
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