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 1st 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…...
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