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?
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“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.
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“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.
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