Prize Day – Year LXXXIX
David Shagton dreamed. At least, he fervently hoped he was doing so, since he’d quite plainly died….again. He was being escorted hand-in-hand by his personal demon, a beat sheet with small spindly arms and legs. Somehow it still reminded him of the three tiny robots Huey, Dewey and Louie. They’d help to operate a gigantic ark-style spaceship, as featured in the old retro-Sci-Fi movie Silent Running. Presently, they were proceeding down an indefinitely long row of tough terraced mews with tiny frontages. These bore a surprising resemblance to STRICT STREET in Helmsdale-in-the-hole.
But why, and where were they headed? “It’s all a Question of the Weather, Shagger,” it said in a sort of sing-song voice that sounded so much like the South Wales Valleys’ rendition of English. The accent broke up the sentences, and added what seemed like capital letters to all sorts of words. He peered upwards anxiously, but could see only a sort of grey mist….somehow listless and menacing. He’d heard of a threatening sky, so this was certainly something similar.
“Definitely dangerous, Shagger,” it said, so its mind reading abilities were working well. It still seemed odd, talking like this to a kind of clip board, albeit a sentient one. “If only you’d have, Put in more Work with your A-Levels,” it continued, “you might have, Taken your Place at the University of Lancashire….” damnation….so to speak, “….correct….with four fuckable floozies. Which I suppose was, Mostly my Fault, for so successfully, Leading you astray….” it squeezed his hand, “….still, it’s, What I’m Paid for….” did they really have this in the afterlife? He HAD once wondered about it, “….really, Shagger….surely you Remember the Maxim about Money being the Root of all Evil….?” very apt, “….thank you.” Then at long last they reached their destination, and he saw a huge notice hung high on a hoarding.
This is the end of the mews
Here is the whether.
Very fucking funny….or most likely, not. His ears were burning, but quite possibly rather more of him would be doing so shortly? “Now you may, Understand what this is all About, Shagger,” it said, as he suddenly saw an indefinitely long line of identical Burdizzo Babes. They were black-booted brunette beauties with dark glasses. They were next-to nude, whilst wearing only black peaked hats, the briefest of black bras, and matching….well, briefs. The latter two were tied together with a selection of straps. Certainly they seemed so stunningly strict and stern. Was it the combination of red lipstick on mean mouths, with hands held hard on hips, which did the deed? But were they really robots?
“No,” said his personal demon, “they’re deviant dead, Damsels which always wanted to take off, Testicles as trophies, and put them into, Pickling pots….” he shivered slightly, “….obviously you do, Deserve it….” as always, “….for having been a pathetic panty pervert who only wanted them for their beautiful bodies.” Guilty as charged, m’lud, but what was the bit about the Whether?
“Patience, Shagger,” it said, “you have all the, Time in the world….” or not, since surely there was none of either? “….you know what I mean. Anyway I shall, Put you out of your misery….although it may simply be the, Start of another one. As Dr Diablo Saturn once assured you….” Dr Satan, in his study, “….correct, about how you can still, Sample a burdizzo on the balls. So you will soon savour the sensation of your, Scrotum being, Stretched….and severed….” he shuddered silently, “….fortunately though, as he said, it does not matter too much. Your gonads will, Grow again whilst you, Watch and wait….” so where was the catch, since there always was one? “….it is a question of, Whether you can, Take the terrible torment….since there are an, Indefinite number of, Babes all, Anxious to assist. When you, Reach your, Limit, you will be, Whisked away for an indefinite, Stay in the main Assembly hall, there to sit and, Re-sit your A-Levels for, Eternity….” NO….he thought with horror, as the first floozy approached, wielding the weapon.
“Hell-oh….Davy,” it said, so it seemed his Missus was in pole position. He hadn’t heard how she’d died, but obviously this was the case. “I’ll Love you and Leave you,” said the beat sheet, “in these wanton wicked, Witches’ most, Capable hands. May I say it’s been a, Pleasure to tempt you throughout your Life….” you’re most welcome, “….thank you. I’m hoping for a, Promotion sometime soon, having obtained, Several more Brownie points to, Secure your soul. Alas I need an, Indefinite number to be sure, but this is the, Way of things here. Still, there’s always, Hope, even when there Isn’t….as in your case.” It wandered away, and now the burdizzo approached his balls, with its jaws wide open. Carefully, she nestled them neatly on his knackers. “It always gets me going when I give goolies a good go,” she said, “although Evil Elspeth was right about you having a castration complex.”
Really, it DID sound so much like Brenda Smith. “AYEEEEE….” he shrieked as she shut them sharply, “….Ohh,” he added as he woke up in bed. OMG….since the reality wasn’t much of an improvement on his dream. His limbs were shackled soundly, and a Burdizzo Babe was indeed doing the honours. “Hell-oh again, Davy,” she said, “did you hear what I just said about Elspeth Easel?” He nodded. “Yes I did, and hell-oh to you too, Bren….” he admitted, as he saw a second specimen strutting across the study, “….by a process of elimination, I assume your current colleague in crime to be your sexy Sister? This being because The Green Goddess and Uncle Sam were with me yesterday evening.” She nodded. “Shirley and Ursula took the Friday Night Fuck hard-wired slot,” she confirmed, “likewise being The Burdizzo Babes, which is probably why you were dreaming about them….” indeed, “….a little more prompting on my part probably helped your subconscious along….” yes, “….anyway, it’s as tight as we want to go, since this is a real one, and not a dummy. Obviously I wouldn’t want to castrate you completely….” which was a real relief, “….at least, not for now….” thanks a bunch, “….you’re welcome.” So HER apparent mind reading abilities were also doing well.
She removed the burdizzo from his balls, and he relaxed slightly. “We haven’t much time for fucking fun and frolics, Davy,” she continued, “since you slept in late after having had a….well, hard time of it with the other two members of our ménage….” he glanced up at the wall clock, which read 7.23am, “….but we’ll have to think about how we’ll manage in Lancashire….working on the assumption we’re all going there.” Ever the optimist, it appeared. “I think a two bedroom Flat,” he suggested, “and a weekly screwing session with each of you. After which, the door would be open for all….well, cummers in the same manner as open-marriage. If necessary, I’d be happy to settle for a settee, as a kind of cuckolding….when both beds were bonking Birds. But I daresay we’d all be playing away often enough.” She patted his penis provocatively.
“Thank you, Davy,” she said, as both Sisters sat down on the bed, “since you raised the subject, I’d like to take the opportunity of asking for your manhood in marriage….” really? his heart suddenly sang, “….we can rotate the luxury after a year, since Miff’s always wanted you for her own. Alas, according to Amen Carmen we can only do the honours once in a Church….” presumably she’d been speaking to the Parish Priest? “….she’s pencilled us in for the last Saturday in August. This should work well, since we ought to be able to sort out some Summer School around it. If nothing else, it’ll provide plenty of plenty of parishioners….” previous prefects plus pupils playing In The Pink, “….since I haven’t a large family, and neither have you….” totally true, “….I’ve always wanted a Dominatrix do, and Carmen Jones is quite happy to help….” he nodded, since she’d said the same to him, “….I’m working on several ideas, but I’m reckoning on three Burdizzo Babes as Bridesmaids….” it was pretty plain who she had in mind, “….as for me, I’m toying with the idea of Miss Whiplash….” yes please, “….obviously you’ll be the only one promising to obey….” yes, MA’AM, “….you’ll be in the altogether, apart from a pink studded slave collar. At the right moment, I’ll slip a Wedlock onto your wavering willy in place of a finger ring. When we’re happily hitched, I’ll attach a long leash onto your neck. At the close, you’ll accompany me along the aisle, crawling whilst whipped by the Bridesmaids….” she paused, “….are you all right so far?” He nodded. “I accept your proposal, my dearest,” he said, “it all sounds superb. As an incorrigible exhibitionist, everything appeals immensely….” he smiled, “….I expect we might manage something similar in a registry office for the second time around.”
Myfanwy Smith smiled widely. “SHAGGER,” she squealed, “this is so sudden. Shall we have some celebratory screws….although they’ll be an expensive luxury, if your seat’s still sore from yesterday evening.” He shrugged. “It’ll be post-dated posterior punishments, Miff,” he assured her, “as I explained to you yesterday. You’ll both be able to birch me over the Block this evening, in accordance with your cunt currencies.” They both nodded. “I’m first to fuck, Davy,” his Missus murmured, “so lift your legs, and I’ll slip The pillow Punishment Points of pain beneath your bum. You should still pay for penile pleasure….” but nothing for her pussy? “….you know perfectly well how and why the system works. It’s David’s distended dick which does the deviant deed, so our stud should suffer for his sins.” He did so, and she stuffed the pillow into place. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he lowered his hiney onto the sewn-in circular pressure pad of pure pain, and all the small semi-sharp spikes at ⅛ inch intervals bit his bottom. “Presumably Miff would like some anal attention whilst I’m screwed in the Superior style?” he asked.
“Most definitely,” she said, as both Burdizzo Babes slipped off their briefs, folding them neatly to the floor. Impeccable tidiness had been completely caned into them during their seven year stints at The Styx. He waited whilst they both mounted the bed, knowing he was next. Then her hiney approached his head. “Lick me where I like it, lover,” murmured Miffy Smiffy, “and after you’ve done my derrière….uhhh….I want the Clitoris Carnivore on my cute cunt….uhhh….Shagguhhhh….UHHH.” The concept had always turned her on, ever since he’d invented it a few weeks previously….but then both Sisters were pussy pain perverts. “Uhhh….Uhhh,” he moaned as he felt his fancy fucked fully. “We’re good to go,” his Missus’ voice floated down to him. “UHHH….UHHH,” he repeated as his straining shaft was stimulated. She didn’t have to hump, since she was blessed with Conscious Cunt Contraction Control. It was where a floozy could flex her pelvic muscles against a penetrating penis.
“GRRRR….GRRRR….GRRRR….GRRRR,” he growled, seeing her shiver. “AYEEEEE….EEEE….HEEE,” she shrieked as he bit the offered organ several times, “UHHH….UHHH….I’m cumming, Shagguhhhh….yess….YESS….YESS….” so was his Missus, “….YESS….YESS….YESS,” she echoed, and he was only seconds away, as so many celestial cymbals sounded, “YESS….I love you both so much….YESS….marriages made in heaven….” there were two separate sniggers, “….or hell,” she muttered, and fair comment given his dream. Then he spurted strongly inside Brenda Smith, and lay shivering in sexual stress….still suffering from the spikes.
“Now it’s my turn to take your tool,” murmured Miffy Smiffy, as her Sister….well, dismounted him. They changed places, with his Missus facing him. “You can clean me out, Davy,” she said, “since much of this mess is yours.” Also fair comment….as he started work. It was horribly humiliating but certainly stimulating, and in any case he was long-since past caring. Always give the lovely Lady what she wants, was one of the many maxims of the teacher Alice Tetsworth. His unofficial Tutress had assured how in doing so, he might be rewarded with cute cunt….and Tits Worth had been completely correct. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned as a second slit slid along his shaft. “UHHH….AHHH….UHHH….AHHH.” Each hump hurt his hiney because of the pillow, and alas she didn’t have the same Control….SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” he gasped as his Missus slapped his face. “GRRRR,” he growled again. “YESS….YESS….” she moaned with pure pleasure as he bit HER clit, “….damn you….uhhh….Davy,” she muttered, “now you’ll have to clean up more cunt cream.”
He licked her labial lips all over again, and then she jack-knifed off him. “I think you need some scrotum squeezing and stretching,” she said, “since some suffering will help you spurt a second time.” Straight up her street, having been one of the six Knackerers. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….me balls, Ma’am,” he gasped as his nuts were knackered neatly. “MUCH better….UHHH,” murmured Miffy Smiffy. “AHHH….AHHH,” he repeated. “Shut up, Shagger….UHHH,” she said, “unless you want Bren to give you the burdizzo….UHHH….it would be a competent cum….UHHH….even though it would be your last….UHHH.” Damn’ Dommes….they were all the same. “AYEEEEE….” he shrieked as his scrotum was stretched soundly, “….which was for thinking damn’ Dommes at me in such a filthy fashion,” his Missus interjected.
Were they thought bubbles above his head, like cartoon characters of old? “UHHH….YESS….YESS,” she shouted, “I love you so much….UHHH….spunk me, Shagguhhhh….UHHH….YESS.” Success in every packet as he felt himself falling over the edge again, “YESS….AHHH….YESS,” he shouted as he spurted some semen into a second slut slit.” Bi-some threesomes were fun, but they really did….well, take it out of you. “We spent some time sixdy-nining ourselves whilst you were still asleep, Shagger,” It was also a twin thing, as his former frightful fagmistress had told him the previous year. But taking tongues to twats was a light lesbian leaning, one frequently fancied by favourite and firm female friends. He was looking forward to seeing….well, screwing Sexy Sammy and her equally screwable Sister in the autumn. She and Pretty Patty would be in their second year at the University of Lancashire, always assuming they passed their summer exams. It was unlikely either would fail, since they were both bright buttons.
“Ohhh,” he moaned as Miffy Smiffy arose, and his soft shaft slipped out. “Good morning, Mesdames….” murmured Mitchell Mary Murphy, standing politely by the bed, and wearing nothing but a pink frilly unisex slave apron plus matching high heels. It was Dressing Down Day….the very last one for them under his regime, “….and me too,” added Kelly Morgan beside her, and similarly in brown. The room was still revolving, but he succeeded in steadying the wall clock sufficiently for a second to see it was now 7.31am. “We’ll shower in our own studies, Shagger….” said Miffy Smiffy, as she put on a black shower robe, “….let him loose when we go, girls,” added his Missus as she did the same. “Until this evening, Davy,” she concluded, as they both collected their discarded black briefs. Then they left the study hand-in-hand, and closed the door quietly. “I’m only doing this on orders….Shagger….” muttered Mitches sulkily, as she undid his wrist shackles.
Since he was still starkers, he didn’t rate any salutation, “….I’d leave you in the lurch….again,” added The Pirate as she loosed his legs, “for someone else to find you in bed bondage….” which they’d both done to him in the past, “….after a time of testicle torments,” said 3M….but then she was one of the Year LXXXIX incumbents in dorm 6K. “Thank you so much, Mesdemoiselles,” he said, rubbing his wrists, “perhaps one of you might fetch me a robe?” They both shook their heads. “Sod off, Shagger,” said his senior fag, succinctly. “Fair enough,” he said, standing slowly, “I shall shower, and expect my breakfast ready when I return, whilst Mitches might make the bed and manage some ironing.” He padded towards the shower room. “So what happened to your Sex Thrashings this morning….Shagger?” called out Kelly Morgan, using the opportunity to ask the Question before it became caneable. “I shall have them this evening, Kelly,” he replied, “in public, on The Podium, and over the Birching Block.” There were two gasps, as he closed the door. Then he stepped into the cubicle, and turned on the tap.
One of life’s little pleasures….as he soaped himself. Then he basked in the wonderfully warm water for several more minutes. But what about some scrotum strafing….always a large pleasure. Why not, and with a tilt towards his personal demon, he shifted the shower setting to the strongest jet. “Ahhh….ahhh,” he gasped as his balls were blasted….having been bested and busted earlier. “Might I help, Shagger?” asked his junior fag, suddenly standing starkers by the cubicle, “I’m absolutely safe from any indecent assault, since you’ve surely spunked two sluts.” He opened his mouth to object, however she stepped straight inside. With a fluid motion, she wrested the hose from his hand and turned up the temperature. “AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, as both his balls were basted….FLASHH “….Ohh,” he added as Mitchell Mary Murphy took an incriminating picture of them into the bargain. “At least there’s no straining shaft, Shagger,” she said softly, “but not properly professional. As a worst case, you could go to jail for consorting with minors.” Thanks a bunch. “Is this blackmail, Mitches?” he asked sourly.
“Not at all,” she replied, “as it’s your camera….” Ohh, “….I’m simply saying you should be certain to have the film developed somewhere secure.” Fair comment. “Thank you,” he said, “and I love you, too.” She winked once, turned gracefully on her high-heeled shoes, and left. “What about Wasting Water, Shagger?” asked The Pirate, pensively. “What about it, Kelly?” he replied. “I want some,” she said with a large pout. “All right,” he agreed, “but do so by yourself. Remember, it’s one whack for the facility, plus one for each orgasm. If you’re adamant about a shared shower, I’ll readily oblige you next February.” SMACKK….he smacked her seat sharply, “….Ooh….harder, Shagger….uhhh,” SMACKKK “….OOH….thank you so much.” She attempted to nuzzle her naughty nipples up against him, which were already aroused. However, he chicaned around her and stepped out of the cubicle. “Spoilsport….Sir,” she called out, as he took hold of a shower robe, and slipped it on. “Uhhh….uhhh,” she moaned progressively as he dried his hair and combed it neatly. Then he padded out into the main study. “Uhhh….Uhhh,” he heard as he closed the door quietly behind him.
“You’ll have your own shower room next term, Mitches,” he said. “Yes, Sir,” she said quietly from the ironing board, “I’m not saying I’m not looking forward to it, although life at St Sticks won’t be the same without you.” Bless. “There’s still the holidays,” he pointed out, “and obviously the times when I visit my Alma Mater for conjugal calls, and the despicable deed of defloration. But you’ll have to watch those, in view of Once-A-Fag, Always-A-Fag.” She smiled sweetly. “Yes, Sir,” she said, bending forward fetchingly, “a flogging from my former fearsome fagmaster.”
Then there was a knock on the door. “Entarrrrr,” he called out imperiously, and noting how Mitchell Mary Murphy shivered slightly. Hopefully the tingle had terminated in her twat? It opened, then Hugh and I’s senior fag emerged, carrying a carton.” Uh..huh….as this meant more work. “Sir’s kind compliments,” said Gomez Oslo, eyeing up her hiney, “and he says there’ll probably be another one later today.” He set it down insolently onto the study table, where one already awaited his attention. “Thanks for nothing, Go Slow….” he said, with more sneaking sympathy for the teaching Staff, “….disappear, and suggest Sir should give you one whack for Ogling Obviously Over this innocent young Lady….” he WAS one of The six ♂glers in dorm 6O. Hugh Island’s nickname dated from an ancient 1960’s sitcom, which he’d once seen on AudioVisual Record. But he was a Dominant dolt, having hailed from dorm 6Y. The Six Reas♂ns Why Y♂u’re F♂r It were well-named, hence the fag’s fustigation would most likely be markedly more upon his return to study 23 next door.
Slowly he sat down, marvelling at how for once he could breakfast without a beaten bottom. He attacked his cereal, and then his fried food. When he’d reached the tea and toast ticket, he reached out for the remaining few Discipline Reports from the already open carton. It was like boy scouts….you got rid of one, and two more arrived to take their place. Carefully, he leafed through them, not recognizing most of the names. All prefects were given the opportunity of adding extra comment, following flogging. Hence the job was a modestly massive undertaking of around a week’s work. The current batch were Brownies, but The Pirate’s still hadn’t appeared. Yes….there she was, the very last but not least.
St Stricktlands School Discipline Report
Name: Morgan, Kelly Dorm: 5P Term: Summer Year: LXXXIX
He smiled slightly as he read it through, since she’d been a seriously sinful scholar during the summer. As he crunched a second slice, he considered what he might say. Then he took pen to paper, for what would be his very last chance of taking her to task.
Morgan! A suitable case for treatment. For Year LXXXIX, she sought to be sent from my study with a suitably stinging and sore seat. Accordingly I have caned her competently and conscientiously throughout my time of tenure – David Shagton, fagmaster
It had been, he recalled, a 1960’s comedy film flick with her name in the title roll. He’d watched it on AV record with his father one afternoon whilst his Mother and Sister were shopping. It had been Dereliction of Domestic Duties, and they’d received rattan upon their return. Then The Pirate entered, looking pleased with herself. “How many cums, Kelly?” he asked sourly. “Please Sir,” she replied, “it was only two, Sir.” He nodded. “So three in all, and the same for the Thrill of a Thrashing,” he mused, “which is a new caning phrase to be formally introduced today….so assume the Position, guilty girl.” She did so with alacrity, and as always he was amazed at how her high heels helped accentuate the angle of attack. “I hope it makes me seem more screwable, Sir,” she said knowingly. “One more for Soliciting,” he said sternly, “and a second for Impertinently Imparting Information. I’ve just done your Discipline Report, so in accordance with its sentiments, I shall bear down heavily….” she wiggled her waist, “….and another for Incitement. We’ll say staccato style in threes.”
SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“YEEEE..HEEE..EEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” she yelped.
SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“YEOUCH..OUCH..OUCH….SIX, thank you SIR,” she gasped.
SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“YAROOOH..OOOH..HOOH….NINE,” she gasped, sounding so similar to sex, “a nasty nine, thank you SIR. Thank you for my thorough thrashing, Sir. I needed it for naughtiness….and naughty nipples.” He reached for his clipboard, and started yet another new page.
St Stricktlands School – Fagging Beat Sheet for:- David Shagton
Senior/Junior
fag (delete
as applicable):- Kelly Morgan Sheet
no:- 34
Dorm:- 4H School Term and Year:- LXXXIX
For the use of Prefects only. When all whacks on this sheet have been taken, it should be delivered to the School Secretary. This enables the punishments detailed thereon to be transcribed onto the scholar’s Discipline Report. Please write neatly and legibly, otherwise penalties may be applied.
1. ++++ Prize Day ++++
2. Wasting Water: 3, TTT: 3, Incitement:1, III:1, Soliciting:1 – total 9 TAKEN
“Get changed, and go for your breakfast, Kelly,” he said, “since it’s a Saturday, and time is short before assembly. You can do all the washing up this afternoon, but I’m putting one whack onto your beat sheet….” her eyes blazed at the utter unfairness. “Yes….Çur,” she said, “….and another for mentally misspelling the salutation, complete with cedilla….”
3. Dereliction of Domestic Duties: 1, Disrespect: 1
He updated her sheet, and turned towards his senior fag, “….you may leave too, Mitches. I’ll take the completed carton across to Sue Sweet myself….” she’d done the deed every morning since Wednesday, “….which will mean more time for your meal.” She nodded, and folded away the ironing board. “Report as usual this afternoon, both of you,” he ordered as they both changed into their regular uniforms. All right, he was Leching Longingly Like a Loser, but fortunately as fagmaster he was allowed the little luxury. “Ohh,” said Mitches as she briefly examined his Cute Cunt Calendar, before they both stepped out of the study. He poured himself a second cup, and opened the new carton….with Babes and Boys In Blue.
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