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 6th 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 13th 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.”
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