Chapter 237 - part (4) of (4)

 Restoration Friday

 

Big Ben was striking for 5.45pm when he reached the main notice board. There was nobody else about, which wasn’t surprising since most scholars would be in and around The Canteen. Then he read through the list for the day.

 

Detention Classes

The 1^st form will meet in Rooms 144 and 145.

All other detainees are invited to select their Supervisory preference from the following options:-

Geoffrey Judge                        Room 123

George Jekyll                         Room 124

Jeremy Knowle                     Room 125

Alixander Fall                       Room 127

Michael Finlay                      Room 128

Oliver Maitland Godstone Room 129

All concerned should ensure they have a suitable pen, however Lines paper will be provided. Perusal of punishment in progress, and Distracting other detainees are each worth one whack. Spying, Straying and Languishing Along Lovely Legs carry their usual penalties.    

                                                Signed  Susan Sweet School Secretary

 Following so many fun ones yesterday, it wasn’t an especially inspiring selection of Supervisors this evening, although Mr Hide would most likely be giving good hidings. “Did you have any preferences….Wanker Boy Will….?” asked a fetching floozy behind him, “….since we’re guilty girls, too,” added a second. He turned around, and saw it was two of his Shanks’ P♀nies. “I promised Alix The Phallix yesterday I’d choose him,” he said, “since he seems to have belatedly taken a shine to me….or at least my particularly pert and punishable posterior.”

 They nodded knowingly. “We’ll join you,” said one….he’d no idea which, “….and Lay Down The Law, as you suggested.” He shivered, however he HAD done so, hence everything which happened to him would be his own fault. Still, he’d be copulating their cute cunts on Sunday evening, and a small price to pay for the privilege of poking pussies. “Most certainly, Mesdemoiselles,” he said, as they hooked their hands under each arm.

 He’d been most miffed when horrible Harry Herbert Orwell and sodding Shagger had waltzed away in this familiar fashion the previous Saturday. However, it had happened to him several times since his rustication, and provided a positive perspective on the practice. They’d headed quickly up to the Teaching wings, where there was no shortage of sinners waiting. Alixander Fall had finally appeared, as one of the last Supervisors to arrive, and they’d trouped into Room 127 along with over a dozen other dutiful detainees. 

 3. I am a complete cretin who cannot create any worthwhile artwork.

 They’d chosen a bench together, with him seated in the centre. Alix The Phallix had given the usual directions, enquired whether everyone had their Lines set, and offered an alternative for the few who hadn’t. These had been: I am a seriously sinful scholar whose seat should suffer substantially. They were unisex, ones which would work for sluts and studs alike. He was doing well, since this was sheet 6, but there were four more to go. However, he was under no illusions about his luck lasting much longer. Sure enough, he saw a hand raised by Lots to Lose. “What is it, guilty girl?” asked the teacher. “Please, Sir,” she replied, “Wanker Boy Will has just been Languishing Along Lovely Legs.”

 There was a short sniff, whilst the Supervisor clearly contemplated this further floozy fantasy. “How many?” he asked sourly, “legs, I mean.” There were two giggles. “Please Sir,” said Little To Lose, “it was all four of them, Sir.” Clever….since the standard single stroke for the sin was thus increased fourfold. “Well, Wanker Boy Will?” he demanded. This time, he wasn’t about to go for any heroics. Punishments Multiply, read the unwritten rule, But Canings Can Become Compounded. “Please, Sir,” he replied, “I admit all the accusations, Sir.” The teacher tapped his fingers on the desk. “Since you’re seated centrally, Shanks,” he said, “I’ll beat you in situ, so to speak. So stand, bend over….and we’ll take them nice and slowly.”

 Swishhthwackkkk

“Oww….one, thank you, Sir….uhh,” he gasped, since it had struck a stripe from the Malacca model. “I’m not surprised to hear such a sound on stroke 1,” he said sagely, “such a sore seat says you’ve been swished soundly. Presumably this was immediately prior to your restoration?” He nodded. “Yes and no, Sir….uhh,” he agreed, “my frightful fagmistress started with a nasty nine….”

 Swishhthwackkkk

“….ooo….two, thank you Sir….uhh,” he gasped, “….and I was caned in each class for the first three lessons….uhh….with Mr Sileas Crabbe using his Whangee weapon for a dozen due….”

 Swishhthwackkkk

“….yeee….three, thank you Sir….uhh, he yelped, “until I reported to The Headmaster….uhh…. where..uhh..pon I also received the rattan….uhh….for what was essentially a BCNU beating….uhh….but it will all enable me to vividly visualise vapulation, Sir….uhh….”

 Swishhthwackkkk

“….yeouch….four, thank you, Sir….uhh,” he gasped, “but the final flogging was from The Ice Maiden….uhh….a deposit against my Sex Thrashing for after she’s turned sweet sixteen next year, Sir….uhh.” There were several gasps from around the room, so clearly everyone was listening intently, even if they weren’t looking. “Another three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing,” he announced, so it seemed the phrase had already appeared around the Staff room.

 Swishhthwackkkk

“Yarooo….five, thank you, Sir….uhh,” he gasped. “I understand you’re considering signing up for Summer School, Shanks,” he said, “in which case we can resume our association….” maybe it might be better spelled as arse-ociation? “….since I shall be attending all weeks 1 to 7. I enjoyed our time together when you were one of The Brownie Boys….” really? Such a shame it hadn’t been mutual, “….I was deeply disappointed when you gave up Art after O-Level….” really? “….and admit I’ve missed your particularly pert and punishable posterior.” So Stinks had said similarly yesterday evening….not to mention The Interrogator, and several other teachers during the week. He’d never known it had been such a popular product. On reflection, there’d been several occasions when the teacher had been his Preparation Supervisor over the intervening years, and had contrived to cane him comprehensively.

 Swishhthwackkkk

“Yikes….six, thank you, Sir….uhh,” he gasped, “but most certainly I might, and if so I shall look forward to your future floggings, Sir…uhh.”

 Swishhthwackkkk

“Yezz….seven, thank you, Sir….uhh,” he yelped, “thank you for my punishments, Sir….uhh.” Was this it? “You’re welcome, Wanker Boy Will,” he replied, “and might I ask Lots and Little To Lose leave him alone, and let him try to work for a while?” Clearly the teacher knew perfectly well about their many misdemeanours. “Ahhh,” he gasped as his sore seat was reunited with the Sodding Seats Of Learning. He doubted he’d achieve another sheet, but he’d give it a go. “Anyone who’s finished may stand and step out for their Closure Canings of three whacks….” the teacher announced, and he heard several scholars doing so, “….leave your Lines on your desk, and as always they’ll be checked for errors and omissions….” with any such sheets declared Inadmissible, and done again duly doubled during another Detention. It was an amazing incentive to get it right the first time, “….then you may depart quietly.” He closed his ears, and concentrated carefully

 7. I am a complete cretin who cannot create any worthwhile artwork.

 “Time’s up,” said Alixander Fall, seemingly seconds later, “stop writing, everyone….” hell….he’d still three unfinished sheets, although The Lousy Twins had long since left, “….all who’ve failed to finish, save Shanks….” why? “….should step out and form a line. Wanker Boy Will can wait a while, since he doesn’t have to do Prep.” Which was fair enough. Idly, he listened to several more sets of serious suffering. “Stand up and step out here, Shanks,” he ordered at length. “Ohh,” he gasped in real relief. Looking around at what was now an empty classroom apart from the two of them, he padded out to the desk. “How did you get on?” he asked.

 The teacher was still wearing his artist’s black smock. “Please, Sir,” he replied sulkily, “I was three sheets short.” Alixander Fall grinned. “So it’s six strokes in all,” he said, “which will work out well, although they’ll wait….” they would? “….you’ll be taking them from me tomorrow evening….” this made no sense, “….all will become clear at the appropriate time. But for now, it’ll just be your BCNU beating….as we discussed yesterday. It’ll be three strokes, with the same again for the usual reason, so bend over.”

 Swishhthwackkkk    Swishhthwackkkk    Swishhthwackkkk

“Yeee..HEEE..EEE….THREE, thank you, Sir,” he yelped, “Be Seein’ You, Sir.”

 Swishhthwackkkk    Swishhthwackkkk    Swishhthwackkkk

“Yikes..YIKES..YIKES….SIX, thank you, SIR,” he gasped, “thank you for all my thrashing, Sir….ohh,” he added as the stripes were stroked with the stick. “On your pony, Shanks….” very droll, “….since you’ve a fetching floozy for fucking….” he shrugged, “….albeit after any amount of agonies, knowing her.” It sounded as if he were speaking from experience….or anticipation? “Until then,” the teacher confirmed. “Goodnight, Sir,” he answered as he padded towards the door.

  Then it was a matter of continuing his journey to the Staff Study wing. He needn’t hurry, since he’d time in hand….and anyway he wouldn’t want to be punctual. He passed several Preparation classrooms, full of studious scholars, although what they were actually doing was anyone’s guess? It couldn’t be anything desperately important, since exams were over, and most of the year’s work finished. After several minutes he’d left the Teaching wings, and started into the long, dark cold corridors. Might he risk a rub to his raw rear? No….because although nobody was about, it was amazing how quickly they’d appear around a corner when one was up to no good. He’d simply have to walk with the classic canees’ gait of guilt, and have done with it. Look At Me, he knew his body language was saying, I’ve Just Been Caned.

  At length he reached the entrance hall, whereupon he checked the wall clock….7.26pm. He was still too early, so he stood at the foot of the empty echoing stone steps, listening to more distant discipline. Finally, he started slowly up the first flight, until he reached the Level 1 landing. Then it was another leisurely walk as he passed each study, mentally counting them off. With a slight smile, he stopped short at the eighth.

 

Primula Proffer

Quis Paget Entrant

 

She was a New Nox, or Knockers, and previously a professional prostitute. He’d be interested to learn her logo….although it seemed familiar? But she WAS a Latin linguist, with a First Class honours degree from Temple College, Cambridge. Slowly, he padded next door and stopped at study 9, his final destination of the evening.

 

Deborah Maddon

Femina pulchra

 

This one he knew, since he’d been here before. It meant A Beautiful Woman, and he’d certainly subscribe to such sentiment. Anyway, the time must be about right, so he knocked. “Entarrrr,” called out the vixen’s voice, and he padded inside. “You’re LATE….Guest 12339,” said the Guard, using his school roll number. He’d met her before dressed like this, at her home in Helmsdale-in-the-Hole. The Reformatory regalia was a seriously strict Mistress suit which featured a tight white militaristic top with shoulder flashes to signify authority, some seamed stockings, pointed black boots and matching miniskirt. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am,” he replied, noting the Officer’s crop in her holster, “but sodding Shagger showed me I should always be six minutes so when reporting to a disciplinary Domme’s study. It enables an entrée into Put-You-In-Your-Place punishment.”

 

She nodded. “Which is all fair comment,” she said, “so shed your Short Shirt….” he folded it neatly onto the floor by the door, “….and stand in the centre of the room by the shackles with your feet apart.” He duly did so. “Ohh….ohh,” he gasped as she ironed his ankles. “I will iron you well….Iron Will,” she mused wittily, as she placed a Balls Pillory behind his back. “Ohhh….” he repeated as she took his testicles in hand, and stretched them between the bars, “….AHHH….AHHH....” he added as she tightened the tension, “….AYEEEEE,” he concluded, bending forward whilst standing on tip toes as she raised its height by several inches. “Now you’re in an position with which to write Lines,” she said, placing a low table in front of his body.

  “Mercy, Ma’am,” he moaned, “I’ve just done a Detention.” She shrugged. “I have NO sympathy,” she said, handing him a pen, “since you’re down for an hour of AHH….” Appreciation Hell Hour, “….we’ll see how many of: Sinner Shanks should sooffer soobstantial sooffering with soom sound scrotum stretching….” as always, her Northern roots were apparent, with the accent making the letter U into a sort of OO, rhyming with Cook. Each A was also short, as in clash, “….I shall loove you and leave you, since I’ve soomeone else to screw….don’t go away….” very fucking funny….SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, as she smacked his seat, “….which was for the Voolgarity.” She mouthed him a quick kiss, and strutted out of the study as he made a suitable start.

 1.Sinner Shanks should suffer substantial suffering with some sound scrotum stretching.       

 An hour later, he was soaked with sweat. It was always the problem with predicament bondage, since the pain and discomfort built up over time. All he could think about was the terrible tension in his testicles, hardly helped by the Lines, and also his aching leg muscles. He couldn’t quite put his feet flat on the floor without stretching his scrotum even more. Finally after an eternity, he heard the door open again. “Greetings again, Guest 12339,” she said, “which by the way is a title I hope you’ll reappraise during the holidays….” not half, “….I’m rooning my Reformatory the first week of August. How have you managed with your Lines?” He watched whilst she picked them up and gave cursory glance.

 “P..Please, Ma’am,” he muttered, “it was just over nine dozen, and I’d be delighted to attend….ohh,” he gasped as she casually tore them up. It had been the same situation in Alixander Fall’s Art class the previous day. He stared stupidly as she dropped them into a wastepaper basket. The unwritten rule ran through his mind: It’s No Use Crying Over Spoilt Lines, however it still hurt, what with all his work wasted. “I know you were woonce an obvious oralophobe, and associated analophobe,” she said, “but it’s soomething with which you’ve been cured. I said to Terrence last term about how I’d hoped to reform you and stimulate your small soobmissive side….and I’ve certainly soocceeded.” He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed, “and now I’m much more sympathetic to the naughty needs of lovely Ladies. If you’d permit me to please pussy, I’m happy to help.”

 She smiled widely and shimmied up her short skirt. Needless to say, her beautiful bush beneath had been bare. “I’ve been spoonked soundly by Alix The Phallix, Guest 12339,” she said, standing very close, “though you needn’t woorry, since he cleaned my coont out admirably….after any amount of agonies….” so he’d been right about the teacher, “….I took his toongue oontil he’d made good all the mess….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he gave her the long licks from forest to fancy and fanny. Clearly, it wouldn’t take very long to bring her back to the boil. “UHHH….UHHH,” she repeated, “sooch a shocking sinner….UHHH….you should be poonished for making me moan….UHHH.” Casually, she took hold of her Officer’s crop….THWACKK “….AHHH,” he gasped as she beat his back. “UHHH….UHHH….OMG I’m coomming….YESS,” she moaned in obvious orgasm. “Again, bad boy,” she said, “since woonce is definitely not enoof.”

 It must have been six climaxes later before she pronounced herself satisfied. “All right, Guest 12339,” she said, “I’ll release you now, and we can finally fook. Since we’re both hot and bothered, we can screw oonder the shower.” Which would work well. “Ohh….ohh….” he moaned as his ankles were released, “….OHH,” he added as the terrible torment was taken from his testicles, and finally he could put his feet flat on the floor. He hobbled after her into the shower room, and she turned on the tap. “Soap yourself….Wanker Boy Will….” she said, starting to shed her uniform into a neat pile, “….you can strafe your scrotum, whilst you’re waiting if you wish. I’ve boosted and bested your balls, so now they can be blasted and basted….bastard.”

 Very witty. “It’s all right, Ma’am,” he muttered, “I did so earlier in my study.” Very soon she was nicely nude, and now he could see her tiny tits, both pert and pretty….with her blonde hair, and dancing eyes. As she stepped inside the cubicle, he reflected the mascara wouldn’t last long. “Mmmm,” he moaned as she kissed him, and their bodies melted together under the wonderfully warm water. “Poke me,” she ordered. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned, as his penis penetrated pussy. “UHHH….UHHH,” she echoed as he handled her hiney, and she reciprocated on his raw rear. “I’ve suff..UHHH..ed Sodding Shagger..UHHH..s Seats Of Lear..UHHH..ning,” he moaned, “followed by your hour of AHH. So I reckon I’m ready for a real release….MMMM,” he concluded as she kissed him again. “You were woonce a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am man of the worst kind,” she said, “but now you’re a Reformed character….” she sniggered suddenly, “….and what an improvement after only after a week. What WILL you be like after a second sooch….” he shivered, “NO,” he moaned, “….all right, anoother fortnight. Did you wish to comment further?”

 He shook his head. “Not at all,” he said woodenly, “I’ll take more two weeks at your hands, which will be in addition to Summer School….OWW,” he added as she bit his neck. “Hoomp me hard,” she said, “and don’t stop till you spoonk.” It was an action he’d have no problem obeying. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” hell, after all this sufferance, and already he was falling over the edge, “….Yes….YESS….YESS.” He spurted strongly into the cute cunt called Deborah Maddon.

 His world wavered and he held her hard until his soft shaft slipped out. “I don’t wish to appear ungrateful or indeed ungracious, Debs,” he said, “but now I’ve coomed in your coont….” the accent was catching, “….I ought to have the hits which accompany the action. We’ve screwed several times before, for which many thanks, so I’m aware your cunt currency’s Six for Sex. Might I offer my arse accordingly before we retire to bed?” She shook her head. “Everything’s arranged,” she said mysteriously, “all will become clear at the appropriate time….” so Alix The Phallix had said similarly, “….ask Mississippi about it in the morning….” fair enough….whilst he wondered what was going on? “….you can dry yourself and get to bed, since I shall be Wasting Water ….” shamelessly plying pussy, “….for a while. Then I shall shampoo and set my hair.” He stepped out, even as she shifted the shower setting onto the strongest jet. Then she took the hose off its peg. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he dried himself. When he was done, he padded away into the main study, still accompanied by sounds of serious sin. He switched off the lights, and slipped beneath the bedclothes.

 According to the luminous study wall clock, it was twenty three minutes later when she finally emerged, and slipped between the sheets. “Do you happen to know what Leopard-skin Lucy’s Latin logo means?” he asked, sleepily. “Its colloquial, if coarse translation is Who Pays Gets In,” she replied, “which is rather appropriate, given her previous profession….” very fucking funny, and literally so, “….goodnight, Wanker Boy Will.” She hugged him hard. “Goodnight, Debs,” he replied, suddenly recalling how it had also been the school motto, way back in Year 1. He’d once read it in St Stricktlands: A Hiſtory.

* * * * * *

 Big Ben was striking for 6am when he awoke….where was he, in dorm 6X? Memory returned, and the soft snore of a sleeping slut confirmed he was still in bed with a bonked Bird. In the latest light of the dawn, he emerged and put the naccatape back onto his nuts before padding across the study. The nine inches of slight scratchiness were highly addictive. Then he picked up his previously discarded Short Shirt, and headed out into the gloomy corridor. This time he wouldn’t even bother to wear it.

  Unbelievably, he could still hear distant discipline….almost certainly some stud’s Sex Thrashing. He reached the Level 1 landing, and headed down the empty echoing stone steps. Soon he reached the base, and headed into the first of the long, cold corridors. A matter of minutes later, he left the main buildings and continued along the concrete-covered paths which would take him to the PT wing. Naturism….or at least exhibitionism, had a whole lot going for it, he’d most definitely decided. Passing through a second set of double doors, it wasn’t far to his destination.

 

The Swimming Pool

frigidiores fiunt quam caritas

 

Colder Than Charity read the Latin logo, and quite correctly since the water temperature was allegedly set at 70ºF, but felt like 40ºF. He padded through the double doors, not bothering to go via the changing rooms. After all, he was already in the altogether, and prepared to take the plunge. “Good morning….Wanker Boy Will….” said a figure dressed in black. Oops….as he set down his Shirt, “….I expect you’ve often imagined me with the Miss Whiplash wear….” guilty as charged, m’Lady, “….so here she is, for our filthy fantasies….mine in addition to yours.”  

 

It was basically a black bodice which completely failed to cover anything of importance. There were long black Sinatra-style laced thigh-boots,   and matching arm-length gloves which currently held the coiled bullwhip. A spiked Mistress collar affected the apparition an added attraction, and his penis promptly pulsed. “The long and short of it,” she continued, “is exactly thus….” pardon me? “….you will Walk The Plank again, this time with TWO 7lb diving bricks….” Oops, “….The Ropes Of Rack And Ruin are of different lengths. Tie them both to your testicles….” he did so easily enough, by kind courtesy of the Naccatape, “….hold the long one and run with the short, whilst I whip you all the way to the deep end.” Swishhhcrackkk “….ahhh..AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….ahhh..AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….ahhh..AHHH,” he gasped repeatedly as she followed and flogged him whilst his scrotum was stretched.

 “Now it’s up to the top diving board for an exquisite exhibitionistic entrance,” she said, “whereupon Wanker Boy Will can do his dirtiest deed to date. Were you wanting to wank worthlessly last week with all the wanton wicked wenches watching….” rumbled, “….there’s only me, but I’ll be taking pictures for my private files….and the Camera Club.” Oh, dear. “Yes, Ma’am….” he admitted as he struggled up the steps with both bricks, “….it DID cross my mind. But I now know I’m an incorrigible exhibitionist which is well out of the closet.”

 He stood on the top step, and set down both bricks….FLASHH “….UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as he shamelessly stroked his straining shaft….FLASHH “….UHHH….UHHH….thank you Ma’am.” Presumably now he’d need to take the plunge? “Hold the short brick until you hit the water,” she advised, “then let it loose….” he picked it up, “….kick off the other one, and good luck. Miss Whiplash will be waiting for your willy, so you’ve every incentive for success.” He took a deep breath, sent the brick flying, and jumped in after it….splash….SPLASHH “….ughhh….AHHH,” he spluttered as he struggled back to the surface, and the short 7lb brick tried to pull him down to Davy Jones Locker. “Ughhh….AYEEEEE,” he added as the tension on his testicles was doubled by the long brick.

 Then with a stone on his sac, he struck out for the shallow end. What was sodding Shagger’s famous phrase again? Yes….the Cunt At Infinity, a mathematical construct on his own making. It represented a destination desperately desirable in the distance, however he fervently hoped it wouldn’t be utterly unattainable in this instance. “AHHH….ughhh….AHHH….me balls….” he shouted as the long one bumped gently upwards along the bottom, “….AHHHHHH….AHHHHHH,” he added as the tension in his testicles was increased from the friction of both bricks.

 After an absolute age of agony, he was within striking distance of the shore, with Miss Whiplash standing stroking her slit. “Pick up the short brick, and step out,” she called “lie down and place it beneath your bum. The long one can continue to stretch your scrotum, whilst I engage your eight inches of erotic entertainment in the Superior style.” He gritted his teeth. FLASHH “….AHHH,” he gasped as he struggled out of the pool like a beached whale, placing the brick as ordered with his rear raised.

 Then she stood astride him, and lowered herself down. “UHHH….you needn’t worry with oral appreciation,” she said as his penis passed her pussy, “since as you’ve seen, I’ve been stroking myself silly at your agonizing antics….UHHH….the sound of a stud’s suffering always sets me off….UHHH….although alas I can’t do anything about it in class.” Such a shame. “UHHH,” he moaned, as he was fully fucked. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” they moaned in unison as he was humped hard. “UHHH….whip me some more, Ma’am,” he moaned, “make me pay for my penile pleasure….UHHH.” Sizzzcrackkkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkkk “….AHHH,” he gasped at each lash, albeit only from the end four feet. “OMG….I’m cumming, you appallingly bad boy….” so who was fucking whom? “….yes….YESS….YESS.”

 Her cries caused him to cum, “I’m spunking, Ma’am….” Sizzzcrackkkk, “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkkk “….AHHH….YESS….YESS.” This time he spurted several times into Edith Zippy’s superb slit, an action he’d never expected to achieve in his wildest….well, wet dreams.

Slowly, she raised herself and again his soft shaft slipped out. “Ohh,” he moaned as she released both elasticised cords, and the terrible tension in his testicles was finally removed. “Thank you, Ma’am,” he murmured in post coital bliss, “I may be a Dominant dolt, but as a plums pain pervert, I do harbour a hankering for being strung up by the scrotum and shown some Superiority.” She smiled.

  “So Shagger said,” she agreed amiably, “which was why Madam Dee did the same yesterday evening….” Ohh, “….now it’s time to tell you about our Sex Thrashings….” he HAD wondered, “….he also said you’d expressed an interest in The Big One….” he and his big mouth, “….we’ve something for you which is the next-best thing….” really? “….it’s now Prize Day….” good grief, so it was, “….in assembly this morning, Terrence will be announcing Sinner Swishing Saturdays at seven. I believe you know all about their origin….?” he smiled, “….most likely something similar stolen by sodding Shagger from St Bowlers?” he enquired sourly, and she nodded, “….you’ll be birched bare over the Block, with an appreciative audience….” already his tool was totally taken with the idea, “….it’ll be six strokes from me, six from Debs….and the six from Alix, which you missed during Detention….” ohh….THOSE,

 “….so it’s some sinful sixdeen in all, the same as The Big One you’ve apparently been coveting….” it seemed sodding Shagger had been selling his secrets on street corners again? “….don’t be shy, since there’ll be several others similarly swished….” perhaps even his newfound firm friend, however he’d be finding out soon enough, “….but it’s all in a good cause. Consider it as a demonstration of derrière discipline, for when the system starts in earnest next term….” she winked once, “….apart from appealing to your new status of incorrigible exhibitionist….” quite correct, “….meantime, I suggest you return to your study and take a nice soothing hot shower….” she shrugged, “….I’d suggest a second screw, but I fear your Hit List’s full to capacity….” as several souls had stated, “….however, there’s always Summer School, when you might manage the Gonads Gallows….” he nodded, recalling what The Burdizzo Babes had said, “….when you Walk The Plank handcuffed, with Ropes Of Rack And Ruin as a noose on nex and nax….” Oo..er, “….the sensation’s the same as a public hanging with a separated scrotum, but your fall is broken first….” or his neck? “….with Guardian Angels waiting in the water.”

 Or was this the wings, so to speak….and real ones, if it went horribly wrong? “Sign me up, Ma’am,” he muttered, picking up his Short Shirt. She mouthed him a kiss, as she started to coil up the Ropes. “I look forward to flogging your fetching fanny again later today….Wanker Boy Will,” she said as he padded out of The Swimming Pool. He should shower, as she said, and then it would be time to tackle his two temporary floozy fags. A new day at The Styx was starting.

 To be continued…...

 

evident erotic enjoyment

Chapter 237 - part (3) of (4)

 Restoration Friday

 

According to main school clock tower known as Big Ben it was 6.30pm, and he was sitting uncomfortably in the Detention classroom, whilst working hard. At least he hoped this was the right time, since were it to be 6.45pm, he’d be in serious time trouble. He’d prefer to peek up at the wall clock, but this would run the risk of one whack for Aprosexia. This was a Failure to concentrate, and alas nothing at all to do with après-sexe. As always in such circumstances his sore seat was suffering from sodding Shagger’s Natty New Seats Of Learning.

 

 They were specially constructed rubber mats, featuring a fine matrix of short semi-sharp steel spikes. He’d always considered the really rough raised ridges were bad news, but these made them seem like paradise. They were made even worse with horrible Harry Herbert Orwell’s sodding Short Shirts, since the beaten bottom was bare.

 

8. I am a complete cretin who cannot create any worthwhile artwork.

 As he’d relearned during his week of rustication, the least-worst way to do Lines was to put one’s brain onto autopilot. He’d already re-run his earlier erotic experiences with Silage and The Interrogator, so now he turned his memory towards the start of the day.

 

In the light of the silvery dawn, he reluctantly opened his eyes. Big Ben was striking for 6am and with it Rise And Shine. “A very good morning, Wanker Boy Will,” said Arse Up Aesop, sitting on the end of his bed Z, “today’s the time when you love and leave us….” yes, he agreed gratefully, “….I do hope your stay was worthwhile, and how it had its lighter moments?” He nodded. “Yes, Sir….” he replied, adding as always the salutation for one’s captain whilst within dorm, “….since I’ve learned a lot.” A sodding shame he couldn’t have done so the previous year, but such was life.

 

“When did you return from your fucking fun and frolics?” asked Aesop Hislop. “Please, Sir,” he replied, with only a slight touch of guilt, “it was three o’clock this morning, Sir. I’d had my….well, fill of The Full Twins, and anyway they each had another date due a little later.” With changeover time normally being between 3am and 4am in such circumstances. “So it was a Bi-some threesome with Sinful and Eyeful?” he suggested, only slightly sourly. “Yes, Sir,” he confirmed, “so Cynthia and Iona also spent a lot of time taking tongues to twats in the sixdy nine position.”

 

As frequently fancied from firm and favourite female friends, with light Lesbian leaning. “It was a depleted dorm,” he agreed, “since I was similarly playing away in another slut’s study….together with my firm friend Ed The Ted….” there was a cheery wave from Edward Teddington in bed D, “….though ours was a traditional threesome, with both bad boys bonking the beautiful Bird in bed.

 

Even so, there were plenty of combinations for coitus….and cuckolding.” He nodded politely. “Who was she, Sir?” he asked, “which of my prefect peers-with-pussy?” The other grinned. “It was a teacher,” he replied, “The French Whore, to be precise.” Sodding hell. “I don’t suppose for a single second you’re a confounded Cunt Casanova, Sir?” he asked, and there was a wide wink. “As Confirmed last week,” he replied. “Who’s a lucky lad,” he said sourly, seething slightly.

 

He recalled how he’d had his cold shower….hopefully his final one, before putting on his pink Short Shirt. Then he’d added Naccatape onto his nuts. As it stated on the carton, it was gonads gathered for grief, and he could confirm how the ¾ inch wide white torment tape enables testicles to be tied temptingly tight to taste. He’d bade his goodbyes to his temporary dorm mates, and shaken their hands warmly. He’d also told them they were welcome to use his study shower whenever they wished for the next week.

 

Then he’d hoofed it across to the Prefects’ Study wing, for his final fagging session. The Green Goddess had said her goodbyes the hard way, with a thorough thrashing for the clearance of his beat sheet. It had included the obligatory Farewell Foursome, so his seat had been seriously sore even before breakfast in The Canteen. She’d mentioned Summer School, and how she’d be taking part…as indeed he’d discussed with sodding Shagger earlier. Then there’d been morning assembly, with The Interrogator’s usual dreadfully dull and disinterested delivery.

 

“This morning represents another milestone for Wanker Boy Will….” he announced, to several sniggers from the prefects behind him. They were the only ones to enjoy smooth seats….apart from the Staff on the Podium, “….since his week of rustication will conclude at noon. He will therefore report to my study, along with his Guardian Angel….” sodding Shagger, “….at this time for his restoration. Meantime, there are a considerable quantity of detainees who I require to Explain themselves….” as indeed he’d had to do himself on Wednesday morning, “….they are as follows….” his attention faded.

 

11. I am a complete cretin who cannot create any worthwhile artwork.

 

He turned his memory towards 4pm, when he’d returned to the sanctity of his study. As usual, Lesson 7 had finished at 3.55pm, allowing the prefects to arrive before their fags. He’d showered briefly, but had stayed stripped and just put on a black shower robe. John Newcombe had been first to arrive at 4.06pm, hence he’d had six of the best put onto his beat sheet….against a Lateness Regime of one whack per minute. His junior fag had turned up two minutes later, thus a straight eight.

 

He’d no sympathy, since the sods had essentially been lounging around on holiday for a week. Mathew Blackman had prepared and served his dinner, whilst the senior fag had cleaned the shower room. He’d fustigated his fags fully at 5pm, even as Big Ben was striking. They were still standing in the Position when he’d made his big announcement. He hadn’t been quite sure how to put the procedure for what was to follow, since it involved him in huge helpings of humiliation.

 

“One of the many unexpected outcomes over the past week,” he explained, “was an agreement to screw The Ice Maiden following her sixteenth birthday with a conjugal call….” there were two looks of loathing, so clearly she was already a popular property, “….no need for jealousy, since Nuke’em can try and make his own arrangements next term. By contrast, Matt Black can always apply to her when she’s a prefect, since he’ll be a pupil In The Pink….” he paused, “….unless he prefers to spend his time seething in dorm playing poker in place of poke her….” as indeed he’d done, “….anyway, I have to pay a deposit on account of my Sex Thrashing. It’s the same as the felons for her first fucks….”

 

he could see the queries on their faces, “….she’ll be deflowered in the February of Year XC with a traditional threesome between Relay and Shagger. She’s reckoning on being Relayed first….and Shaggered second. As she says, a slit of such stature should command two Cunt Casanovas craving coitus. But as for me, the Bitch also insisted I receive the rattan in front of my fags….drat the dead-clever, dark-haired damsel. As you may have noticed, she cultivates a crisp kind of snappy sexiness, against which it’s almost impossible to argue.”

 

There were two neat nods. “I understand, Sir,” said John Newcombe heavily, “in all honesty, I’d do the same….despite being a Dominant dolt. But we’ve no defence against the wanton wicked wench’s wiles.” A rare insight. “Ordinarily,” he replied, “I’d have added one whack onto your beat sheet for Impertinently Imparting Information. However in this instance we’re all but brothers under the skin.” The junior fag smiled. “Me too, Sir,” he said, “I’ve several ideas of Indecent Intent towards her. Alas they’ll have to wait until the holidays, when I can wank worthlessly with her at home.” Doubtless several gross of other bad boys would be doing the same.

9. I am a complete cretin who cannot create any worthwhile artwork.

 

Then there was a knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” he called out, and the door opened. The Brownie Babe strutted inside, and stared at him with what were almost X-ray eyes. It was uncanny in one so young how she could somehow see inside his psyche. You are but a mere male, they said, and a worthless wanker which wants to worship me. It was almost all he could do not to fall at her feet, and from the looks on his fags’ faces, they seemed the same. “Good afternoon, Karen,” he said breezily, “so glad you could make it….” he slipped off his shower robe, “….do take this, since then we’ll be equals.” She accepted it, and put it over her brown uniform.

 

“Interesting,” she said, picking up his scrotum snatcher, “an S7, it seems. I suppose you’ve been using it on your long-suffering fags?” He smiled slightly. “Yes,” he confirmed, “I almost always do. But how would you know about them, since they wouldn’t have been issued to your former frightful fagmistress?” She winked once. “You may recall my senior sibling is The Ice Queen,” she said, “and so Sis mentioned many matters of interest to me. Kirstin kept one in her study for use during Senior Swaps.” Which was fair comment, so something he’d not thought through. “Did you want to give their gonads a good going over, Karen?” he asked sourly, “since I’ll have them spread their legs for you, if you do.”

 

She nodded neatly….but then she WAS one of The Knackies of dorm 4K. “What are their dorm designations….Wanker Boy Will?” she asked, pointedly omitting any salutation, as indeed she was now entitled to do. “Nuke’em’s in dorm 6W,” he said, “whereas Matt Black’s is 3D.” She smiled slightly. “So one of The Six Wankers,” she said, “the same as you were once….plus one of the little devils. Are they both Dominant dolts?” Got it in one. “Indeed, Karen,” he agreed, “thus I always enjoy taking them down, and showing them some Superiority. So legs apart, bad boys. You might as well have some humbling at her hands….and mine.”

 

They both obeyed instantly. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….” gasped his senior fag as his scrotum was stretched several times, “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” his junior colleague added similarly. “May we see whether they’d pass an erection inspection?” she enquired. He gestured towards them, and they stood slowly. “Two Stiffie Salutes,” he said, “which is a new phrase we’ll be using shortly at St Sticks. Shagger learned it earlier this week at a hellhole called St Bowlers, and Terrence will be announcing it tomorrow morning in assembly.”

 

She sniggered softly. “It’s three, if we’re including yours, Wanker Boy Will,” she said wryly, “your eight inches of erotic enjoyment….which is what this visit’s all about. Might I cordially request you retire to your bed....but alas not for any hanky panky.” He nodded, as she picked up his cane from the table. “Yes….Ma’am,” he muttered, as he strode across the study. “Place a pillow beneath your bum,” she continued, “since I rather relish a raised rear for the rattan….” how she knew all these tricks of the trade was uncanny, “….if you must know, I’ve swished Sis like this on several sessions in her study last year….” so her apparent mind reading skills were also doing well, “….she edges eighdy to fordy….” eight dozen to four, “….sliding towards the submissive side of the spectrum. She taught me tanning, and always enjoyed being beaten by younger years.”

 

Once again he’d managed to miss out badly, simply from the sin of pride. After the Year LXXXVIII General Studies Caning Classes, when he’d finally learned how to wield the weapon, he’d have been able to assist her with any amount of acute agonies onto an adorable arse. But no….since he’d sat seething in dorm 6W, exactly as he’d said earlier to his fags. He placed the pillow into position, with his fanny feeling very vulnerable to vapulation.

 

His fanny had felt the full force of six sound Sex Thrashing strokes, all of which had hurt. Then she’d turned her attention to his testicles.

 

“I see you’re wearing Naccatape again, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, “so would you like to be my balls bulb boy?” Not half. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he replied, “UGHHH..UGHHH….BEEP BEEP....uhh….please feel free to do it again if you wish?” She licked her lips. “Don’t mind if I do,” she said softly. “UGHHH..UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he repeated….SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped at a sudden smack. “SUCH a sinner,” she said, even as his penis pulsed.

 

She stared scornfully at his watching fags. “I fear these felons have failed an erection inspection, Wanker Boy Will,” she said as he stood slowly, “I’m happy to help, if they’d benefit from a bit more beating?” He nodded. “Please proceed with posterior punishment, Karen,” he said, “as you can see from their stripes, I’d been clearing their beat sheets as you arrived. So it should be another three for the thrill of a thrashing….which is another new phrase. Bend over again, bad boys….whilst this wonderful wanton wicked wench whacks you….” he grinned, “….Matt Black can add it to his long list of worthless wanks, since he has the hots for you….well, as they both do.” She smiled slightly.

 

“It does my heart good,” she said, “to know there are any number of studs seeking stimulation from my slit. Fantasies are free, and fortunately I don’t have to fulfil them. Wanker Boy Will’s paid his deposit, with the same to follow, since my cunt currency is currently a dozen due….” Ohh, “….however be advised this may well increase, since it’s all a question of supply and demand. Next term I expect to be one of The Knackerers of dorm 5K….” not unreasonable, “….I may well make it another condition of copulation for all prospective pokers to accept a Voluntary Victim night….”

 

he saw John Newcombe’s face suddenly set hard, “….and taps taken to the testicles. I doubt it will much matter if some studs can’t cope with the conditions for coitus, since there’ll be plenty more where they….well, cum from….” she paused after this exposition, “….I’ll be generous and make these staccato style. Could you please put them onto your Private Beat Sheet, since I don’t yet run one?” He nodded, “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he said without thinking, even though they were still supposedly equals. Somehow she’d carefully crafted a spell over him. He’d look into their eyes, since it was his turn for some suitable Schadenfreude. After all, they’d watched his whacks….and how humiliating had it been, as their fearsome fagmaster?

 

Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk

“Yeee..HEEE..EEEE,” yelped Nuke’em, “three, thank you, Ma’am….I definitely deserved my discipline.” He didn’t mention anything about Victim nights, so he suspected these they were a step too far for such a Dominant dolt.

 

Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk

“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE,” yelped Matt Black, “three, thank you, Ma’am….I know I needed them for thinking such impure and inappropriate thoughts about your person, Ma’am. I’m happy to sign myself up for a session in your new dorm.” He reckoned he’d rate his junior fag’s chances of sexual success in three years’ time markedly more than his senior one next term. “Thank you Karen,” he said, “for laying down the ground rules so openly and honestly. I’ll be fascinated to find out how well they’ve worked in practice when I visit The Styx next Spring.”

 

She nodded sagely, as she handed him back his shower robe. “So will I….Sir,” she said politely, as she made for the door. “All right, bad boys….” he said after it had closed behind her, and he’d put the robe back on, “….you can stand up and sort yourselves out.” He waited, knowing what was next. “Ahhh….” they both gasped as their hems scraped across their punished posteriors, “….uhhh,” added Nuke’em as the coarse velcro material teased his tool terribly. At least the taut tight trousers spared the younger year some suffering. However, he too would be starting his three year stint with Knackerpants next term.This WAS something with which he’d sympathy. When he himself had been one of The Brownie Boys, they’d worn Standard Schoolboy Spanking Shorts.

 

“By the way,” he said, “for tomorrow morning, you’re both Swapped. As such, you should report to sodding Shagger at the usual time. Be aware he’s in study 24 on Level 6, which is the worst one in the wing. You wouldn’t want to be late, so allow extra transit time….” he gave an especially evil grin, “….he’s looking forward to using his S7, since his fags are floozies, so it’s a rare treat….” they both shivered slightly, with good reason, “….I can tell you we’re now firm friends….” this time there were looks of shock, “….since we did a St Stickshake in this very study at lunchtime today. I suppose I shouldn’t really add the standard epithet to his name any longer, but old habits die hard….” he paused, “….you’re both dismissed for the day.” They nodded respectfully. “Yes, Sir,” they both said in unison, and headed out of the study.

 

He recalled how he’d done as she’d asked, after he’d made up each Fagging Beat Sheet with all the dished derrière discipline.

  

He shed his shower robe and socks, since he’d need to be back In The Pink shortly. Might there be time for tools with a porn publication? He padded to his bedside cabinet, and opened the second drawer down. As always, this was the one which contained the suspect stuff. Then he extracted his subscription copy of WANKER! He stared at the front cover, which was of a lovely Lady leering in a public park. I know you’re a worthless wanker, she seemed to be saying, so strip starkers and start stroking your shaft.

 

His eyes fell again on the injunction: Feel the shame of taking your favourite magazine to the checkout Lady. He still enjoyed buying the occasional copy in a newsagent, since the horrendous humiliation was so squirmingly and sordidly scrumptious. He set it down onto the table, and took himself in hand. “Uhhh….yes, Ma’am,” he moaned, “….I’m Wanker Boy Will, who can’t get cunt….uhhh….” he knelt, since from the camera angle, the photographer had done so, “….it’s your obvious disdain and disgust for my dick which does for me….uhhh….” suddenly she had a name, “….uhhh….I’m going to fuck your fancy, Rocky….uhhh….I’m going to get your cute cunt….” she’d said he should think about her during the week, so he was only doing as asked, “….humiliate me in public….uhhh….make me wank like this first….uhhh.”

 

 He’d best stop short. Otherwise his date this evening would be unimpressed with a poor poking performance. Nevertheless, he was an expert at edging, so he could easily spend another half hour taking himself almost to the brink, but not beyond. Then there was another knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” he said without thinking, before realizing too late how embarrassing this might be. The door opened and his temporary dorm captain entered. “Hello, Aesop,” he said with a guilty grin, as the younger year stared at his sin. “I haven’t seen this issue….Wanker Boy Will,” he said with a smile, “but don’t let me interrupt anything. I simply called to ask whether I might usefully use your shower, since you were kind enough to offer it this morning….” he paused, “….on the other hand, maybe I could join you in your deliberations, since she’s something else again this month.”

 

 He nodded. “Strip starkers,” he said, “and we’ll both wank worthlessly….starting with our own willy, and then with each other’s if you wish.” Aesop Hislop shed his pink uniform, folding each item to the floor. Complete care in such matters had been competently caned into him over six long years at St Sticks, the same as everyone else. “If any of the others from The six X-hibiti♂nists would like to use the facility this evening,” he said, “I’m playing away, and won’t be back until fagging time tomorrow morning.

 

 His colleague knelt next to him, naked. “Lucky lad,” he observed, “since you must have two dates.” He shrugged. “True,” he admitted, “although I’ve a Detention to do first. Alix The Phallix took his usual exception to my lack of drawing abilities yesterday afternoon, something which occurred on occasion when I was a Brownie Boy.”

 

12. I am a complete cretin who cannot create any worthwhile artwork.

Sheet (5) of (10)

 He risked a quick peek to his left, and saw the sheet stated she was Toulouse, Charlotte. A second glance to the right confirmed the other one was Lydia. Hell….even their handwriting was identical. Now he took a fresh sheet of 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: Mr Alixander Fall

Scholar dorm:    6X                                Supervisor (if applicable): Mr Alixander Fall

Date set:                                     Detention date (if applicable)

 

He added the dates, and started writing again, his brain moving effortlessly back onto autopilot. He recalled how they’d edged each other endlessly, also taking some time to suggest several shared sordid sentiments about The Ice Maiden’s some-to-be-sixteen year old slit. Then Arse Up Aesop had padded away into the shower room. He himself had put on his pink Short Shirt, and headed down to the main assembly hall. This had been a daily chore for the past week, although technically speaking it wasn’t necessary. Detainees could, if they preferred, simply turn up and choose their medicine at the time. However it had always been his preference to see the selection of Supervisors on offer in advance.

 

superior sir spanks

Chapter 237 - part (2) of (4)

 Restoration Friday

Ouch….as they picked up their bags, and padded painfully towards the door. “The two studs have had some starkers swishing, sinful slut,” said Silage, “so you should similarly shed your Short Shirt. You may assume the Position, and….” his next words were lost, as it closed behind them. Then the suffering started, coupled with the cries of the culpable canee. Finally this too faded, only to be replaced by more rattan from a different direction. “Empty your locker, bad boy,” he said when they reached the area, “since you won’t be needing it any longer.”

 

He put the remaining books into his bag. “All of which went well, Will….” he said wittily as they continued through the long, dark cold corridors, “….Shirley and I had agreed in advance how he’d continually pick on us in every lesson. He’d suggested we meet the Malacca model at some stage….” Ouch, “….I’ve hit HIM hard with it too….one Monday evening a few weeks ago. He was screwing Shirley in her study when I burst inside, role-playing the wronged spouse. I was her hubby, returning after a business trip to find her up to no good….” but what a wonderful Wife, “….since BSc DOES have a small subbie side….” he’d never known, “….did you see how he looked at Rocky….?” he nodded, “….I daresay at some stage next term she’ll be birching him over the Block.” Which was almost unbelievable.

 

“Shall we rub each other’s raw rears, Will?” he asked, “in accordance with the school rules?” Not half. “Yes, please, Sir,” he replied. “Ohh….ohh….ohh,” they each moaned as they reached the stone steps of the Administration wing, and started up the first flight. “You’ve really done well with the six sneaks,” he continued, “an absolutely amazing achievement. What was it which made them more malleable?” He smiled, as they reached the Level 1 landing. “I finally worked out they were essentially closet Humilatrices, Sir,” he explained as they started along The Headmaster’s Corridor, “which is similar to sneaking. So I too took huge helpings of humbling and humiliation, albeit playing both ways, since they’re all switches of some sort. Anyway, the end result was my patronage.” Seconds later, they reached their destination. “Good thinking,” said Shagger, “since nobody’s thought of it before.”

 

Iain Terrence Hayter, M.A. (Oxon)

Headmaster

Susan Sweet

School Secretary

The green overhead warning light was illuminated, and the door wide open. His prefect peer padded straight inside, and he followed. “Hello, Sue,” he said warmly, “I’ve brought Wanker Boy Will for his restoration. Are we good to go in….although it’ll be a pleasant change not to be doing so for a beating by the beak?” She winked once. “You are indeed,” said a villain’s voice over the intercom, “the beak is waiting, so do step inside….without up chatting up the talent.” Oops….but he didn’t sound stern, as together they approached the study door.

 

Iain Terrence Hayter, M.A. (Oxon)

Quam celerrime

 Shagger opened it politely, and gestured for him to enter first. With a slightly straining shaft, he duly did so, and they both set down their bags. “Good afternoon, Wanker Boy Will….” said The Interrogator with a slight smile as they stopped short of the desk. It was empty apart from a cane and a pile of basic black uniform. Hopefully, it was his own? Then he held hands behind head in sinful schoolboy style, “….since this is not a time of Explanation, we are under no time pressure….” as always, he avoided the use of all apostrophes, “….as is normally the case after assembly….” hence As Quickly As Possible, as his logo stated, “….therefore, we will be able to take matters in a more leisurely fashion. I am not surprised to see Shagger in such a sordid state, since I am aware of his fondness for wandering around the school unclothed….

 

….I am afraid it does rather demonstrate the difficulty of attempting to assign either embarrassment or shame to an exhibitionist. But it would appear he has a convert to the cause? Last week, you were here with a willy wavering wildly, and knobbly knees knocking….” as indeed he’d confirmed in class, “….whereas on Wednesday for your Explanation, I saw plenty of personality, poise and panache….” nice of him to notice, “….therefore, I think some thanks are due to your prefect peer for putting forward his proposal to me about where you were billeted.” He pursed his lips. “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “I’m VERY grateful it wasn’t The Six Nasties.” Especially after how they’d made Shagger suffer.

 

“Talking of straining shafts, Sir,” said Shagger, “I’d like to pass on a couple of new phrases which I picked up at St Bowlers on Tuesday. The first is the so-called Stiffie Salute….as you can see….” which his frightful fagmistress had mentioned the previous day. He glanced down, and sure enough both penises were pulsing. Probably it was a Pavlovian response from regular receipt of the rattan on the rear, “….and the second of which follows a flogging. It’s called three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing.” The Headmaster smiled. “I can only agree,” he said, “and I will introduce each in assembly next week, for everyone’s future use. But turning now to the matter in hand, the time of rustication has now been concluded. Accordingly, Wanker Boy Will can shed his Short Shirt, when I welcome him back into the ranks of the prefects.” Even though it had felt like forever.

 

“Please, Sir,” he said, folding it neatly onto the table, “maybe your motives weren’t completely pious, but in fact everything’s turned out very well. I’m aware you had disciplinary designs on my derrière….” he was interrupted by his prefect peer, “….his particularly pert and punishable posterior….” he interjected, as The Headmaster acknowledged them with a neat nod, and he took back the conversation, “….Shagger and I have just enjoyed a time of tanning together in Mr Sileas Crabbe’s Biology class, Sir….as is probably plain from our punished posteriors. But I’d value voluntary vapulation….” one of Shagger’s Big Words for Flogging, “….and suggest you still swish me….with six sound starkers souvenir strokes of a BCNU beating.” Iain Terrence Hayter beamed widely.

 

“This is very reasonable of you….William,” he replied, “we might say you have successfully managed a Mental Makeover….” maybe We might? “….was this suggestion your own idea?” Alas, no. “I have to confess it was The Full Twins, Sir,” he admitted, “yesterday evening….after I’d bonked them both….” The Headmaster nodded, picked up the cane from his desk, “….Shagger suffered six, stating some of the Standard Subbie Swishing Sentiments, so I’ll do the same, Sir.” He flexed it firmly between his fingers, “You may use the Rapid Responses,” he said, “without any cut count, some suitable salutation or any affirmation of appreciation.” Which were rather rare. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “even so, it will enable me to savour each stroke. After all, this may be my final flogging at my Headmaster’s hands….” he paused, recalling what Shirley Greene and Stinks had said the previous day, “….unless I’m able to sign up for Summer School?

 

There was a sudden snigger over the intercom. “I’ll look out an application form, Will,” she said, “with one for Shagger, whilst I’m about it.” The other smiled. “Best make it three, Sue,” he said, “since I’m certain my parents will wish to attend again….” he winked once, “….my philandering father will wish to play In The Pink, since he leans ’levendy ’leven in disciplinary disposition….” 143 to 1 against, in old money, “….his Year Of Hell was anything but, and was his happiest. By contrast, my Mother’s a sixdy-sixdy switch….” six dozen to the gross, “….so she may take two weeks. It’ll be one playing previous prefect, and the second as subbie….or the other way around. Whether it’s at the same time is another matter, since I wouldn’t want to cramp their style. On the other hand, we ARE all consenting adults….” he paused, “….maybe my Missus and her Mother might do so, too?”

 

Sue Sweet sniffed. “I’m hoping to…..well, see Georgie Boy soon before the end of term….” presumably to screw him? “….if so, I can hand them over personally. Brenda Smith already has hers, and obviously she’ll sign up for your week.” He couldn’t imagine his own parents partaking, even though they’d both been sometime scholars. Then he had second thoughts. “Please, Sue,” he asked the empty air, “could you kindly check, and tell me whether mine attended last year? I’m suddenly suspicious, since there was an unexplained absence during the summer holidays. They both claimed it had been a business trip to Barbados….although they didn’t seem terribly tanned.” Shagger smiled, knowingly. “Maybe it might have been in another way?” he said wittily, “but just their tushes….which you might not have seen?” This was true. “It’ll take me a few minutes, Will,” she replied.

 

Iain Terrence Hayter pursed his lips. “I do not recall them,” he said, “but you should understand Summer School runs for some six weeks, and I do not attend it all….since I too travel abroad. Though this year, it will be with my fiancée….” Anastasia Girling, normally known as Nasty Girl, “….since Stacy has selected various venues to visit. She has a horrid hankering for Alcatraz island, off the coast of San Francisco. Alas one of her filthy fantasies is to photograph me starkers in the cells….” Oops, “….with her dressed in the prison Wardress wear, as some sort of Sadistic Screw….” he too winked once, “….fortunately the facility is no longer operational as such, but a tourist attraction. Therefore, we may have to bribe one of the guides to look the other way for a few minutes.” Shagger smiled. “It’s not a bad idea, Sir,” he said, “since maybe my Missus or ménage might do something similar.”

 

The Headmaster smiled widely. “This being a quatre, Shagger?” he enquired. “No, Sir,” he replied, “it’s actually a cinq, since The Green Goddess has joined the fold of four.” The BASTARD….since this was something she hadn’t told him. “When did this latest acquisition occur?” he asked mildly. “It was also on our visit to St Bodlians School, Sir,” he replied, “making the suggestion on Monday evening. She spoke to Sir Digby Vaillance the following morning about obtaining a possible place at the University of Lancashire. We’ll pass over the unpleasantly painful parts, which I’m afraid involved all sorts of suffering. But the result is in the affirmative, subject only to three grade E’s at A-Level. Fortunately all three Smiths are relaxed about it, but then Shirley’s been favourite friends with both Bren and Miffy for over a year.” Being the half-Sisters, Brenda and Myfanwy.

 

Then the intercom crackled again. “It all sounds similar to Our Man Flint,” she said sourly, “the seriously sexist super-stud secret agent series of film flicks from the swinging sixties. He had a harem of four permanent playmates, and finished the first film with five. Mind you, I could go for the ancient actor James Coburn, who played the part….” she giggled girlishly, “….it may be the fulfilment for your nocturnal persona of Dave Granger….who’s always in grave danger….” very witty, “….I’ve found the listings from Year LXXXVIII….” she paused, “….and it’s guilty as charged….” really? “….two weeks in August for Edward and Nicola Shanks. I’ve leafed through his confidential school records….” which therefore weren’t quite so, since it was the Secretary who secured the secrets, “….it seems he was tall, reaching 6’2” by the time he was a pupil In The Pink. Apparently it was the same height as King Edward I, which made his nickname of Longshanks especially appropriate….” ha bloody ha….so why had he never heard it before?

 

He’d have to tackle his parents about it. “Perhaps you could delve into the archives again, and dish the dirt on my Mum?” he asked, sourly, “I’d be fascinated to find out what dorms they were in, since they’ve never divulged the details.” There was a short pause. “Your dad was one of The Six Oglers,” she replied, “so I’d imagine he spent a lot of time Ogling Obviously Over your Mother…..” very fucking funny…..but probably quite correct, if he hailed from dorm 6O, “…. what was her Maiden name?” An easy one. “She was Nicola Noland, Sue,” he replied.

 

“Whilst we are waiting, William,” said Iain Terrence Hayter, “we may as well commence your caning. Perhaps you could kindly assume the Position?” He duly did so….FLASHH “….I’m sure you’d appreciate a pictorial record for one of the final formal floggings from your not-sp illustrious school career, Will….” said Shagger, suddenly holding a camera. Presumably he’d had it in his bag? “….perhaps a posed one next, with Terrence gauging the angles against an already aching arse….?” FLASHH “….I’ll place prints in the Camera Club too.” Why not? “Please, Sir,” he said slyly, “be HARD with me….since I’m hard with you, Sir.” The Headmaster smiled widely. “Here, I am always happy to help,” he said, “so I will really make you yelp….and bring you yeeing to your toes each time.”

 

SWISHHTHWACKKK “….YEEE…” he yelped….FLASHH “….stroke my stripes with the stick to show your Superiority, Sir….ohh….ohh.” SWISHHTHWACKKK “….YEEE….I believe bad boys’ bare bottoms are best beaten by the beak, Sir.” SWISHHTHWACKKK “….YEEE….prolonged posterior punishment puts me properly in my place,” he rocked further forward….SWISHHTHWACKKK  “….YEEE….hit my hurting hiney HARDER, Sir.” SWISHHTHWACKKKKK….FLASHH “….YEEEEEE….which was a GOOD one, Sir….huhh….I constantly crave continual caning correction at all costs….huhh….and I’m not far off the edge….huhh….another stroke should do it, SIR.” A week ago, he’d never have thought of himself in such a sordid subbie situation….and enjoying every minute of it.

 

Then the intercom crackled again. “Now seems a good time to interrupt,” said Sue Sweet, “since as studied sadism, it will stop Sir short at the penultimate stroke….” thus allowing him more mental misery, and an aching arse with the caning not quite concluded, “….I’ve located your Mother. It seems she’s slightly older than your father, and was one of The Six Frustrators from Year LVIII….” dorm 6F, “….and her….well, nickname was No Knickers….” very droll, “….I daresay they got together, so to speak, the following Year LIX when she was a pretty prefect.” It must have worked out well, despite the frustration fun, otherwise he wouldn’t be here. “Does it divulge their disciplinary dispositions, Sue?” he asked.

 

“They both nudge ninedy to thirdy in the direction of Domination,” she replied, “as I daresay you’ve discovered at home the hard way.” He shivered slightly. “Yes,” he agreed, “I was on a Rattan Regime at the relatively early age of eleven….and I remember a raw rear from each of them. They’d take it in turns to tan my tush, with my younger brother Armitage watching the whacks….ohh,” he added as his stripes were stroked with the stick. “Alas,” said The Interrogator, “all good things must come to an end. So here is the coup de grâce….until Summer School, at least.”  SWISHHTHWACKKKKKKK “….YEEEEEE…. I’m a worthless wanker which wanted the whacks, SIR….UHHH,” he gasped, as a sudden spurt shot from his shaft, “Be Seein’ You, SIR….UHHH….thank you for my thoroughly therapeutic thrashing….UHHH.” There were two separate sniggers.

 

“Stand up, Will,” said Shagger, “since it seems Sir’s successfully swished some spunk….” FLASHH “….I’ve caught some spots falling onto the floor….” he pressed the camera button again, but nothing happened, “….drat, the film’s finished, so I’ll rewind it….” he turned a small handle, “….I’ll leave it with Sue to have it developed….hopefully before the end of term….” the intercom crackled again, “….it’ll be Monday morning, at the very latest, Shagger,” she said, “and I’ll order three sets of prints. Undoubtedly all the shots are somewhat sinful, and I expect you’ll be wanting to hand out copies to everyone concerned….in addition to the Camera Club.” Highly likely.

 

“Here is a tissue for your tool, William,” said Headmaster warmly, whilst handing it over, “and you are welcome to dress.” He dabbed himself down, wiped up the incriminating evidence from the wooden floor, and put the result into a wastepaper basket. “I won’t bother, Sir….” he said, picking up his black tie, “….I’m afraid incorrigible exhibitionism IS catching….” he put it on, “….this should suffice for prefect’s privileges for the trek back to my study….always assuming it’s been unlocked?” The Headmaster nodded. “Yes,” Sue Sweet confirmed, “incidentally, I leafed through your Hit List earlier when I did so….” why hadn’t she just hung it outside and be done with it? “…. it looks like you won’t be spending much time on your own until the end of term.” So Genuine Jam tomorrow….or at least copious quantities of cunt cream.

 

“I have one final request, William,” said The Headmaster, “which is for you to be my balls bulb boy. We are within school hours, so I will fully understand if you feel it is not properly professional.” He shrugged. “Be my guest, Sir,” he said, adopting the Position For Pain. “UGHHH..UGHHH….BEEP BEEP.” Then he picked up the discarded Short Shirt, plus his basic black, and padded to where his prefect peer was waiting. He stowed it all into his bag as Shagger opened the door, and together they returned into Sue Sweet’s office.

 

“Such SHOCKING studs….” she said with a wide smile as they approached her desk, “….I’m afraid I came a couple of times whilst Eavesdropping….” she licked her lips, “….I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve put myself down for an hour at eight o’clock on Tuesday evening….” really? “….I do desperately want to sample your eight inches of erotic enjoyment, even if you don’t want me as a disciplinary Domme….” Shagger handed her the roll of exposed film, “….thank you.” Most likely, it contained quite a lot of….well, exposure.

 

“Certainly….Sue,” he replied graciously, “I shall look forward to it immensely. I once leaned at least ’levendy as a Dominant dolt, but various vivacious vixens have since successfully stimulated my small submissive side. So I reckon I now nudge ninedy to thirdy….seemingly the same as my parents. As such, I’ll be delighted to meet with Fräulein Major Süß in either of her role-play personas of die Gefängnislagerkommandantin or das Geheime Staatspolizeimädchen….” the prison Camp Commandant or the Gestapo Girl, “….or Miss Whiplash….” he paused, “….I was once a German garçon, so I’m happy to have an interrogation entirely in the language….ohh,” he added as she stroked his cheek, and her touch was 1000V.

 

“These are the application forms for Summer School,” she said, handing them over, “there are three for each of you. Week 1 starts on the Saturday after Departure Day, and the final one is week 7. Your parents can post theirs back to me, if they wish to attend….” he could complete his own sometime during the next week, “….auf wiedersehen….böse Jungen,” she said, licking her lips. “We’re DEFINITELY bad boys, Sue,” said Shagger, “as you may have noticed….?” she nodded neatly, “….could you kindly give this Deposition to Terrence….?” he handed her an envelope, “….which I shall doubtless enjoy reading, Shagger,” said the empty air.

 

“Here are all my text books from this week, Sue,” he said, placing them onto her desk, “I’ll keep the exercise ones for souvenirs, and all the uniform, since I might well be playing In The Pink again.” She nodded neatly, and they padded away. Perhaps she should have said auf wieder ficken….to fuck again? “You’ll be poking plenty of pussy, Will,” he said as they continued along The Headmaster’s Corridor, “as indeed Sue said. It’s not so much as the term going out with a bang, but lots of them.” Very fucking funny….albeit absolutely accurate.

 

“What was worth your visit to this St Bowlers place….Shagger?” he asked, as they were finally equals again, “as I couldn’t enquire of The Green Goddess without being caned for the crime of Questions.” The other shrugged. “It was a Presentation for Naccarim by Have A Thrash,” he replied, “since one of their Governors was interested. You’ve met her, as it happens….” he had? “….Lady Soixante Delia Brusch, who you may recall visited Madam Dee’s Reformatory during the Spring holidays….” she with the deafening voice, “….I’m afraid she wasn’t terribly taken with you at the time, but Relay and I assured her you were simply starting out on the long road of learning….” the previous prefect, Raymond Lee, “….anyway, two models were needed to show off the GIM uniform and how the game worked….” presumably not Malacca ones? “….so we both accompanied Ava to Rugby. I’m pleased to say their Headmaster was quite taken….” with her, or the game? Probably it had been a bit of both, “….and there might well be the start of a league in the Autumn….with St Sticks and St Templars.”

 

Even so, he suspected there was much more to this than met the eye? “Why is the school so called, Shagger?” he asked as they started down the flight of empty stone steps. They weren’t echoing from their passing, both being barefoot, but whackings wafting on the wind. “It’s because the bad boys all wear bowler hats,” he replied, “and the guilty girls will as well….starting September, since up until now it’s been single sex.” He smiled slightly. “What’s the caning like?” he enquired using the same phrase as so many new nix and nax the world over. “It’s good and hard….” Shagger replied in similar manner, but with a slight grimace.

 

Clearly, he’d had some hits himself, “….although the lower 6^th form is birched bare over the Block….” Ouch, “….they have Felon Flogging Fridays at five, which are applied after three Detentions….and multiples thereof. They’re taken on stage in their assembly hall, and offer out an appreciative audience of younger years. The Deposition I’ve just done details it all.” Interesting indeed, since he’d caught the phrase when talking to Terrence during the Summer Balls the previous evening.

 

They reached the entrance hall, and started into the first long, dark cold corridor. “I had the Big One on Wednesday,” he said in slightly strangled tones, “as an Explanation, although I’d have preferred it in public. But talking of stages, I was wanting to ask about….err….your so-called London Club….err….which you mentioned when we were in The Flaunts….” dorm 5F, “….I believe it was called On-Stage Stooge….” the other nodded, absently, “….apparently an exhibitionist’s paradise, where big bad boys present posteriors for punishments in public. You stated it was where one wanks worthlessly, with the wanton wicked wenches and Witches watching….” he could feel his penis pulsing at the possible prospect, “….from the sordid state of our shafts, I strongly suspect it’s straight up BOTH our streets.”

 

Shagger smiled. “Yes,” he agreed, “although you may have been wondering how I have such membership at my tender age….?” too ruddy well right, “….the answer is because Sir Digby Vallaince is MY Patron. It’s amazing how having one helps immensely with ironing out life’s little problems….” indeed so, “….another perk is guest membership of several slightly suspect clubs. I’ve only been to On-stage Stooge once, but it was great fun.”

 

Now they arrived at the Prefects’ Study wing, and started up the set of identical stone steps. “Might there be any prospect of me being….well, a guest’s guest?” he asked, “somehow I could see us swishing each other….before some stroking on stage at some sinful sluts.” Possibly this was asking a lot? “I daresay something might be managed during the holidays, Will,” he replied, “I don’t mind standing you an evening’s entertainment, and as you suggested, we could offer a disciplinary duet. When I attended in the Spring, I promised the lovely Ladies they could see me swished soundly sometime in the summer. We could tan each other’s tush in turn, switching between sinful schoolboy and Superior Sir….” bring it on, “….although I’d strongly suggest we didn’t spurt too much, since an overnight stay would be needed at The Regal Rooms….which is a No Tell hotel. I can book a twin room, but it’s most likely you’d be scoring somewhere else….perhaps even with 60dB, as she’s known….” he grinned suddenly, “….she enjoys her sex slaves….” really? “….I’ll tell her you’re a Reformed character, and how your pussy pleasing skills are now second to none….” damn’ indecent of him, “….we’ll sort out a time when we’re not away at either Summer School….or a Reformatory….” he paused, “….I shall be attending the one at Pennance. Presumably you’ll be heading towards Helmsdale-in-the-Hole?”

 

 He nodded as they rounded the Level 1 landing. “It’s perfectly possible,” he agreed, “although I haven’t confirmed it yet with Madam Dee….” maybe this evening? “….would you care to step into my study for a few minutes….” he paused, “….I wonder whether you might show me how to do Knacky Whacky….before a light lunch?” The other smiled widely. “It would be my pleasure….” he replied as they reached the Level 2 landing, “….Shirley said she’d talked to you about it yesterday. Ray and I enjoyed it together this time last year.” A couple of minutes later, they reached their destination of study 13. It was unlucky for some, and almost always included his fustigated fags. It was another Big Word for Flogged….a gratuitous grandiloquism, as Shagger was always saying.

 

William Shanks

Mihi parendum est

 

You Must Obey Me read the Latin logo, and absolutely apt for the Dominant dolt he’d always been. He tried the door, and discovered it had indeed been unlocked. So he pushed it open, and gestured towards Shagger to enter first. The other set down his bag inside, whilst he did the same before closing the door quietly. Then he opened his Hit List at the back.

 

Wear and Tear, anytime after 13^th November, Year XCI

“It’s Forward Fornication,” he explained, “with a conjugal call. They both asked me on Wednesday….after they’d watched my whacks as an explainee.” Shagger smiled. “I told you tannings assist with Soliciting sluts,” he said. “So you did,” he replied, “and I owe you an abject apology….or rather several such. First of all, for failing to shake your hand on Autumn Arrival Afternoon in Year LXXXVIII….” he offered it accordingly, and it was accepted, “….I’m also aware of how you did your damnedest to mend fences all through our period as prefects, with our weekly sessions of Private Study. Having had the benefit of a week’s worth of rustication, I understand much more about how to pay one’s penances. So I’m inviting you to beat me about a bit with some Put-You-In-Your-Place punishments. Hopefully you’ll show me you’re a Superior Sir, and also knacker my nuts?”

 

He took off his tie, and folded it tidily to the table. “Thanks….Shanks,” he replied, padding across to the back wall. As ever, it was completely covered with instruments of coercion and correction. Then he returned with a pair of stout metal handcuffs, a pair of canes and a French flogger. “We’ll have those hands behind your back, bad boy,” he continued, “and feet apart.” He duly did so. “Ohh….” he gasped as his wrists were locked, “….HOOO….!” he huffed as he saw his Standard St Stricktlands Study Scrotum Snatcher snaking upwards between his legs. He always kept it handy on his table, for use on his long-suffering senior fag. It was the incredible anticipation of it all which was so erotic, “….Sir….” the S7 cupped his crotch, “….AHHH….me balls.”

 

He bent forward automatically as his testicles were tweaked tightly by the teeth. “Close your legs and stand, Shanks,” he ordered, “only having had floozy fags, this is a rare treat for me.” Easily remedied. “Please, Sir….AHHH,” he replied, “I’m happy to offer some sort of Fagswaps…..AHHH….if it would help….AHHH.” The other smiled. “Thanks for the thought,” he said, “albeit not absolute altruism on your part….” rumbled, “….but yes, we’ll do so for tomorrow morning, and we can advise them all this afternoon. Meantime, I’ll prod your penis perpendicular….” clearly he’d done this all before, despite his aforementioned difficulties, “….it’s the agony and the ecstasy, as Michelangelo stated so many centuries ago.”

 

Though not quite in this context? “UHHH….” he moaned, as the primary pleasure centre was touched with the tip, “….AHHH….AHHH….” he added as his shaft stood straight, and the scrotum was stretched. Then the other padded around him, “….EEEE….HEEE….EEEE….HEEE,” he shouted as the S7 was lowered and raised repeatedly like a lever. “Please, Sir,” he said, “I’m sorry I’ve failed my erection inspection so spectacularly.” Shagger smiled. “Not so much as you will be shortly, Shanks,” he said, “bend over, and we’ll begin your beating.” He did so.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk

“Oww….one, thank you, Sir,” he gasped, since canees’ privilege was currently out of the question. “I too am happy to hit your hiney,” he said, “better late than never.”

 

Swishhhthwackkkk

“Ooo….two, thank you, Sir,” he gasped. “Consider it simply a sample of what you’ll be getting at On-Stage Stooge, Shanks,” he said….so Oo..er, yes SIR.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk

“Yeee….three, thank you, Sir,” he yelped, “thank you for the sample swishing, Sir. I’ll be looking forward to further floggings.” Although he wouldn’t have too long to wait for his next whacking. “Open your legs wide….” he ordered after an age. “Ohh,” he moaned as the offending item was removed, “….since it’s time to take the testicle twist. I’ll do so with a wrestling hold, one which Digger used on me last Tuesday….” he winked once, “….it was actually in the hotel car park in the middle of the night, and we were both similarly starkers….” he’d suspected some skulduggery, “….it’ll be the Backbreaker Submission position, which is inversion in incredible inferiority….” Oops, “….you’ll be knackered naked next on my knee….” he knelt behind him, “….over you go.” He leaned backwards, and almost at once his head and shoulders were on the floor. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….” he gasped as his scrotum was squeezed soundly, “….AHHH….AHHH,” he added as his reproductive retort was rotated.

 

“Now it’s the terrible one,” said Shagger, sternly. “AYEEEEE….HEEE,” he shouted, as he took a total turn. “You can be my balls bulb boy as well,” he said as the rotation was reversed. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped, before he was let loose, and slowly he slipped onto the floor. “Kneel,” he ordered, “so you can show me some respect. It’s just some light licking, the same as we did for Rick The Prick in The Six Wankers last year on Autumn Arrival Afternoon….” lovingly he licked along its length, “….UHHH….thank you….but now it’s time you met my martinet.” Thwackk “….Ahhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….” he gasped as the seven strands of sheer suffering strafed his shoulders.

 

Somehow this all put him in mind of mediæval monks. “More, Sir,” he moaned, “I’ve one with eleven lengths of lovely long leather, each knotted nastily at irregular intervals.” Shagger smiled, and retreated across the study. “Such shocking sin, Shanks,” he said sternly, “so flagellation follows….much like the old days in Stricktlands Abbey, I expect.” Clearly, his thoughts were running along similar lines….THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH,” he gasped again and again.

 

“All of which will do for now….Will,” he said, as he unclipped his bowtie, and put in onto the table, “I promised you some Knacky Whacky, so stand up….” he did so, and the handcuffs were removed, “….it’s a similar stance to Knacky Smacky, whereby we both wield the weapon whilst our nuts are knackered….” he handed him one, whilst they both stood side by side, “….needless to say, it’s the Rapid Responses. We’ll whack whilst we wish, and stop when we’ve seen some semen seeping. Again, any orgasm will be ruined, so it won’t affect your poking performance this evening….” he took hold of Shagger’s scrotum, “….ohh….I always enjoy having a hand on my best bits, since it makes me feel very vulnerable.”

 

Something else they shared, it seemed. “Ohh,” he moaned as his own gonads were grabbed. “Off we go, Will,” he said….Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh, ” Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh….” Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh,” Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh,” they each gasped as their tushes were tanned in turn, together with tweaked testicles.

 

Several minutes later he was feeling feverishly frisky, with a hot and hurting hiney….Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh.…HOOO!” gasped Shagger….Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh….HOOO! Show me some Superiority, SIR,” he replied. He wasn’t going to last long at the present rate of progress….Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh….HOOO! SIR….uhhh,” moaned his prefect peer, “I’m cumming with caning, SIR….UHHH….yes….yes….YES,” he added, “I’m likewise leaking liquid, Shagger….UHHH,” he replied, as some semen oozed out of his offered organ and fell onto the floor, “….yes….YESS….YESS.”

 

Together, they stood quietly. “I think we might reasonably award each other a good rub for our really raw rears, Will,” he said. “When we’ve done so,” he replied, “I’ve some cold cream, Shagger. It’s not something I often need, though occasionally I’ve offered it to a posterior pain pervert after tanning her to tears.” Maybe he might have been a little TOO tough on them? “You’ve taken part in the once a week Caning Contests in The Canteen, Shagger….ohh,” he moaned as his rear was rubbed, “did you usually screw someone after such sessions?” The other patronizingly patted his posterior,

 

“Yes, Will,” he admitted, “but it’s always easier after some shared swishing….ohh….or when you’ve been seen to have suffered….ohh….I’ve told you all this before during our periods of Private Study….” all right, so he had, and it was his own fault for ignoring it all, “….you should find you have several entries in your Hit List following your floggings from Silage’s lesson….ohh….my flogged fanny feels much better.” They released each other, and he padded across to his bedside cabinet. He opened the top drawer, and extracted a tube, together with tissues. Then he returned to where Shagger was standing. “Thanks, Will,” he said, as some was squeezed out, with more for himself, “Ohh….ohh….ohh….ohh,” they both moaned in unison. Then he knelt down and mopped up the mess, before disposing of the débris into a wastepaper basket.

 

“Shagger,” he said seriously, “I’m grateful for all your assistance as Guardian Angel during the past week. Considering how I’ve treated you over the past year, it’s been well beyond the call of duty. I must admit I’ve enjoyed this session immensely, and I’m REALLY looking forward to On-Stage Stooge. We won’t worry with next Wednesday’s Private Study penance, since so far as I’m concerned, it’s paid. Would you do me the honour of being my firm friend….with a St Stickshake?” The other nodded. “I’m more than happy to do so….” he replied, as this time they stood opposite each other and took hold of each other’s testicles, “….you stretch first, Will.” It would be seven such, taken to the sentiments of the old nursery rhyme.

 

So he’d do the first line, and Shagger could say the second, “….One, “….AHHHH, “….Two, “….AHHHH, “….Three, “….AHHHH, “….Four, “….AHHHH, “….Five, “….AHHHH, “….Six, “….AHHHH, “….Seven,” ….AHHHH,” gasped his newfound friend. Now it was his turn to say the rhyme….and his gonads would get as good as he’d just given, “….No, “….AHHHH, “….Bad, “….AHHHH, “….Boys “….AHHHH, “….Will, “….AHHHH, “….Go, “….AHHHH, “….To, “….AHHHH, “….Heaven,” ….AHHHH,” he gasped. “Might we share a week at Summer School, Shagger?” he suggested, “perhaps with us both in dorm 6X?” He nodded. “I’ve often been told I’d do well as one of the six X-hibiti♂nistS….and now I reckon you would, too….” his view entirely, “….it’s just after one o’clock, Will….” they looked at his study clock, which indeed read 1.03pm, “….so shall we dress, and enjoy some lunch, as you suggested? I daresay afternoon school will be a little light relief.”

 

They padded to their bags, and his prefect peer put the black bowtie inside. “Alas only until six o’clock, Shagger,” he said, “since then I’ve another Detention to do….which I was dished by Alix The Phallix yesterday afternoon.” The other nodded knowingly. “It happened to me often enough last year, Will,” he said as they started to dress, “Alixander Fall has a hatred of scholars who can’t draw. I was always having my work torn up in class last year, and then I was used as a reclining nude….” he grinned, “….which as an incorrigible exhibitionist was some small consolation. Was it the same with you?” Got it in one. “Yes,” he agreed, “I know what you mean….although with me it was Year LXXXVI. He’d make me into a still-life study, with a suitably straining shaft.” He shivered at the thought. “Perhaps something might be managed with some sort of Big One for you, William,” said Shagger, “leave it with me….” he paused, “….I’ll have one of my fags deliver my own Whangee weapon to you, as promised.”