She let him loose. “Uhhh,” he moaned as she scratched his sensitive scrotum with her long nails. “We’ve the Little Red Ridinghood who’s received the rattan on the rear already for two terms,” he announced, “from dorm 1X, in The X-Men….” hadn’t they been some sort of ancient comic characters? “….we have….Watson, Winkler.... ….” the way he’d swaggered across the stage whilst strutting his shaft SURELY meant he was made for The X-p♂sers of dorm 5X in four years’ time? They had personality, poise and panache, “….for The Yellow Perils and dorm 2J….” The Juni♀rs, “….we have Hallows, Vera….” he paused, “….who has the herbal nickname of Aloe Vera….” loud laughter, and he caught coarse comments, “….’ullo, Vera….” from somewhere further in front, “….for The Little Girls in Green, from dorm 3F, and actually for the second year in succession….we have Pusey, Gail….” The little fuckers….and one for which he’d be doing the deed with a conjugal call. Since she was now in his Cute Cunt Calendar for Forward Fornication,
“Well, bad boys,” commented The Interrogator, “do we not all enjoy pussy galore?” There was loud, lewd laughter….from the same jibe as Year LXXXVIII, “….for the Brownies and dorm 4B, we have….de Ville, Christina….” she was seriously svelte and short in stature, with a irresistible impish grin, impossible to ignore, “….which is The Balls Busters, bad boys,” added Iain Terrence Hayter obliquely. “Ohh,” he heard from several sources, and it was obvious many mere males were unconsciously cradling their crotches, “….for our Babe In Blue, dorm 5P….” The Pliants, “….and the same stable as Shagger….it’s Shagton, Lynda….” there was prolonged applause, “….and finally our prize winner In The Pink….is Bottomley, Horatio….” another of the various brothers, “….of dorm 6C….” the six canees, the fourth and final CP dorm, “….present your posteriors, and bottoms UP.” He recalled standing in a line like this, having won the same prize last year.
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“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” yelped Wanker Watson, “thank you for my prize, SIR.” Presumably his parents would be proud….or not?
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“Yeee..HEEE..EEEE….THREE,” yelped Aloe Vera, “thank you for my prize, SIR.”
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“Yeee..EEEE..EEEE….THREE,” yelped Pussy Galore, “thank you for my prize, SIR.”
Swishhhhhthwackkkkkk Swishhhhhthwackkkkkk Swishhhhhthwackkkkkk”
“Yeee..HEEE..HEEE….THREE,” yelped Cruella, “thank you for my prize, SIR.”
Swishhhhhthwackkkkkk Swishhhhhthwackkkkkk Swishhhhhthwackkkkkk
“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE, thank you for my prize, SIR,” yelped Lynda.
Swishhhhhthwackkkkkk Swishhhhhthwackkkkkk Swishhhhhthwackkkkkk
“Yeee..HEEE..EEEE….THREE….” yelped Hot Bot. “Stand up,” said BSc, “acknowledge the Chair, and away you go.” They arose to yet more applause, the bad boys bowing towards his Aunt, the guilty girls curtseying. Then they disappeared down the spiral staircase. “UHHH,” he moaned as Feely Ceely starting stroking his straining shaft all over again.
Once again he was away in a euphoric haze where everything was wonderful. “Ahhh,” he gasped as five nails suddenly dug deep into his nuts. “You’re on in a second, Shagger,” she whispered. “This concludes all the prizes for year LXXXVIII,” said The Headmaster on cue, “so may we please have all our birchees….?” he arose, and padded forward past his appreciative audience, together with the further five floggable felons. Then they ascended the Podium, and approached the Block, as The Smith Sisters stepped out from the ranks of the Staff, “….it is standard practice to record birchings for posterity….and The Camera Club….” who’d enjoy watching them at their monthly meetings, “….for which Mr Sileas Crabbe will oblige….” he gestured towards Silage, who’d since set up his equipment facing the Podium, “….I understand it is to be a dozen due from Missus,”
He knelt on the first step, and bent forward over the top one with his hands on the floor. Now his arse was in the air for the application of all agonies. He turned his head towards the Governors, and smiled sweetly at his Aunt Marge. It was with the so-called swishees’ smirk, often offered by culpable canees in class, as a prelude to public punishment. It was the one which says wanly, ‘Hell….I’m about to be hit hard, and my hiney will hurt horribly,’ and absolutely apt for the action. “Exposure and exhibitionism doesn’t get much better than this,” mused Poke Her. “A neat little bottom,” she muttered, “simply Asking for the birch.” So another two dollars for his collection of when it was complimented. Sir Digby Vaillance, seated beside her, nodded knowingly. Brenda Smith picked up the instrument of posterior pain, and held it against his hiney. “In sets of threes, Davy,” she said sternly.
SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW,” SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….OWW..Whacko! MA’AM,” he gasped. “For anyone who has not previously witnessed a birching over the Block,” said Iain Terrence Hayter, “Shagger has the protocol quite correct, since it is essentially the rather rare Rapid Responses. There is no cut count, salutation or affirmation of appreciation, although contrition at the close is welcome. The wonderful word Whacko! is used the world over, and its common contention is: Please Hit My Hiney Hard….” he paused, “….do continue, Missus….I am sorry to interrupt.” SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW,” SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW,” SWISHHCRACKKK “….OWW..Whacko! MA’AM.” HOW his hiney hurt, yet they were only halfway….SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW,” SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW,” SWISHHCRACKKK “….OWW..Whacko! MA’AM.”
Somehow, the noble knight was now stroking Aunt Marge’s skirt suggestively, although she was making no objection. Rather the reverse, since she was holding his hand between her legs….SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW,” SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….OWW..Whacko! MA’AM,” he gasped, his heart somehow singing even as his shaft strained. “Next,” said The Headmaster, “Shagger will suffer Six For Sex from Miffy Smiffy. She will not be excluded from his fucking favours in the future, since she hopes to be a part of their ménage at University….” A-Levels assuming, “….which is actually à-cinq.” There were gasps from all around the hall….SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW….” SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….OWW..Whacko! MA’AM.” The Smith Sisters swished similarly, in addition to screwing….SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW….” SWISHHCRACKK “….OWW….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….OWW..Whacko! MA’AM….I love you both so much.” There was another huge round of applause.
“Arise, Shagger,” said The Headmaster, as he duly did so, “….we have seen some seven inches of circumcised sin, however next on our agenda is Wanker Boy Will, with eight of erotic enjoyment….” more mirth, as William Shanks took his place, “….first, he will suffer six slow strokes from Mr Alixander Fall.” SWISHHCRACKKK “….AHH..Whacko! SIR,” SWISHHCRACKKK “….AHH..Whacko! SIR….” proudly, and with what he hoped was personality, poise and panache he paraded off the Podium….with a perpendicularly pulsing penis. As his prefect peer’s punishment progressed, he agreed how Hercules Poke had been quite correct with his earlier contention. He smiled as he passed his parents, then the Watsons and Joneses….who seemed to have swapped spouses.
Finally he reached his seat, and saw it was occupied. “Shall we go, Shagger,” said Saucy Harry, “since I’ve seen sufficient swishing, and it’s time for you to take tool and testicle torment….” Oops….as she arose and put an arm around his waist. They continued to the back of the hall, where Dirty Harry awaited them, “….the tour didn’t finish until late, by which time all seats had been taken. I was able to use Cuck, on his hands and knees, but then yours became available.” They passed the double doors, and started into the first of the long, dark cold corridors. “I should have been sent to St Sticks,” mused Harry Callaghan, “they know how to humiliate and humble here….and hit hineys hard.”
Spoken as a true subbie. “I suggest your better half calls Sue Sweet,” he suggested, “and asks if there’s a slot for a Shagger’s Schoolday Sojourn, sometime. They’re for invitees to sample St Sticks on Arrival Afternoon, and the following first full day of term….including lessons. It won’t be with me, since I’ll have long since left, but perhaps with my protégé Harry Herbert Orwell.” He smiled widely. “Thank you, Shagger,” he said, even as Saucy Harry’s hand drifted down to his derrière. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned as she started to stroke his stripes.
Several minutes later they reached the entrance hall for the Prefects Study wing. “I’m afraid it’s a long trek,” he said as they started up the empty echoing stone steps. Most unusually there was no distant discipline to be heard, since almost everyone else was otherwise occupied in the main assembly hall. “I’ll go first, Shagger,” she said, “then you can do some Straying Up Skirts….which doesn’t include you, Cuck.” Her husband gave him another look of loathing. “It’s not fair, Ma’am,” he said sulkily, “you never give me these treats.” They rounded the Level 1 landing, and started up the second. “I may have mentioned one of the school’s unwritten rules,” he said as he strayed suitably, noting there were no naughty knickers. “Ohh….ohh….you really RUDE wretch,” she moaned as he fondled her fetching fanny, “I’ll get your gonads good for garters.”
Promises….but again, who’d asked whom? “I’ve an interesting box of tricks to show you in my study, Ma’am,” he said, “which should be straight up your street.” There was a soft snigger. “It makes a change from etchings….or production statistics, Shagger,” she replied wryly, as they reached the Level 6 landing. “This….huhh….marks a mathematical construct of my own making, Ma’am….” he huffed slightly as they started along the gloomy corridor, “….it’s called the Cunt At Infinity….” there was a sniff from Dirty Harry behind him, “….representing a destination desperately desirable in the distance, but utterly unattainable.” Clearly the concept resonated inside his sinful psyche.
“It’s something with which I suffer most of the time, Shagger,” he said sourly, “especially since I’m currently incarcerated inside a KTB….” gotcha, “….I don’t mind telling you it was painful perusing those prizes….but at least I’d been spunked soundly by the milking machine.” She must have affixed it immediately after his branding. “We have to go all the way to study 24, Ma’am,” he said as they continued their trek. “I’ll be going all the way with you, bad boy,” she confirmed wittily, “as there’ll be pussy pleasure….after plenty of pain. I like the idea of having whipping boys, so Cuck can take your Caning For Cunt….” better yet, “….which you may recall is a dozen due. I’ll apply it when we get home this evening….” so they wouldn’t be staying? “….much as I’d like to do so, I’m working overtime tomorrow, even though it’s Sunday.” Clearly her apparent mind reading abilities were working well.
David Shagton
Quis illum sceleratum fuisse putavisset
“Who Would Have Thought He Was A Rascal,” he confirmed as he pushed open the door, and stood aside for her to pass inside. She did so with alacrity, and they both followed her. “Always assuming Harry’s about to be cuckolded again, Ma’am,” he said, “he can watch from the wall. Shall we say some scrotum stretching, enabling what we call a time of AHH….Appreciation Hell Hour?” He gestured towards the shackles, and she nodded. “Strip starkers, Cuck,” she ordered, “and I think half a pound should suffice.” He opened one wardrobe, and removed a large cardboard carton. Dirty Harry’s clothes had already been stacked neatly on the floor when he returned, so he’d learned something at her hands. “Ohh….ohh,” he gasped as his wrists were shackled, and ankles ironed. “This is what I was telling you about, Ma’am,” he said, as he showed her the label.
His Box of Tricks™
suitable for studs and slaves over sixteen
Penile Punishments and Testicular Torments
A total of two dozen different deviant disciplinary devices
guaranteed to give all bad boys a hard time
Shackles, irons & gags included for best bed bondage
Also an Assortment of lead weights from 2oz to 2lb
And Testicle Tease Whips, plus Ropes of Rack and Ruin
Precision Equipment supplied by:- Myron and Myra Torcher, Knaxville, TS
He opened the carton, and extracted a Spiked Balls Parachute plus two 4oz Lead Weights. “AHH….” he gasped as the poppers were pressed into place, and the spikes bit his balls, “….AHHH,” he added as his scrotum was stretched. “I like it already, Shagger,” she said, “Cuck….buy me a box for last Christmas.” Very witty. “Yes, Ma’am….AHHH,” he repeated as his penis pulsed, and the KTM countermanded the action. Clearly, he liked the thought of it all, too. “We’re fully equipped for bed bondage, Ma’am,” he said, as they walked across the study, “with Standard St Stricktlands study bed-bondage features. I’ll lie on The pillow Punishment Points of pain, and you can immobilize me likewise.”
He set the carton onto the floor, and placed it as previously. “AHHH….” he gasped as he lay across it for the second time today, “….ohh….ohh,” he added as his wrists and ankles were shackled. “I’m afraid we won’t have time for more than a few devices, Shagger,” she said with a wide pout, “but Cuck can help out over the next few weeks….” unlucky lad, “….I can see there are three Kali’s teeth bracelets, but I won’t apply them to you now….” she was interrupted, “….don’t see why not….AYEEEEE….” gasped Dirty Harry, as she tugged his testicles, “….so sorry, Ma’am,” he added humbly, “….basically because I want to torment his tool….” Ohh, “….so we’ll begin with these luscious-looking spiked Gonads Gloves….as your nuts need knackering.” Most definitely.
“AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped again and again. “You’ve signed my Sheet, Shagger,” she said, “so I’ll demand my dues.” Yes, MA’AM. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, as this time his scrotum was stretched, “I am so much your stretch slave, MA’AM.” He shivered slightly as she picked up the Wartenberg Pinwheel and held it high. All the best torturers did so, as it enabled an erection to anticipate all agonies. “NO,” he gasped, meaning Yes….and essentially Stop It I Like It. “AYEEEEE….” he shouted as she stroked it along the supremely sensitive space between both balls, “….EEEE….EEEE….UHHH,” he added as it probed the primary pleasure point of his pulsing penis. He railed against the shackles, which naturally did nothing at all….apart from reinforce the feeling of futility.
Several minutes of sheer suffering later he was already sweating, acutely aware all this agony was simply for starters. “I’ve never seen an Organ Grinder before, Shagger,” she said softly, “apart from the conventional kind on street corners….” which came complete with a monkey, “….so I shall be fascinated to find out what one feels like.” Which wouldn’t be her. It comprised two flat circular plates, one having a hole with which to serve the scrotum, and the second to squash it up against each abrasive sandpapered surface.. “Ohhh….” he moaned more loudly as she pulled both his balls through the hole, “….ahhh….Ahhh….AHHH,” he added as she successively tightened three wing nuts. “I REALLY enjoy this bit,” she said, as she took hold of a large knob in the centre of the second plate, “….AYEEEEE….” he squealed as it rotated slightly, and the sandpaper strafed his scrotum, “….HEEE….HEEE,” he added as she shifted it back to its start.
The time of testicle and tool torment had reached almost an hour, and she’d had him inside the Knacker Cracker for what seemed forever. It was fiendishly simple, with two slats of wood, one of which had a hole. She’d tightened the two together with the wing-nuts, thus squashing his scrotum, and he was in acute agony. Then she rolled up her skirt with the so-called Tart’s Trademark. “Please pussy, Shagger….” she urged as she sat astride his body, and shimmied up to his head, “….and give me half a dozen cums. I’ve been on the edge for the past half hour.” Clearly, he wasn’t about to be released until she was satisfied. At least he wouldn’t need to worry with long licks to get her going. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he tackled her twat with his tongue, “YESS….YESS,” she shouted….SLAPP “….Oww,” he gasped, “Did I say stop, Shagger?” she asked, as quickly he resumed his work.
Finally, she’d had her fill, and shimmied down his body. “It’s time to take tool,” she announced, “although I’ll leave the Knacker Cracker for now….” thanks a bunch, “….this uniform enables lovely Ladies who’ve been left on the shelf through no fault of their own to claim compensation from the mere males….although I agree in reverse circumstances, it would be called rape….” his point precisely, “….so I shall screw you in the Superior style….with a suffering scrotum. Best not to cum before me, or your testicles will be toast.” He didn’t doubt it. “Best of luck, Shagger,” put in Dirty Harry, “I came too quickly last week, which is why I’m still locked up….Ahhh….and it’s the severe version.” Ouch. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as she slithered along his straining shaft. “UHHH….MA’AM,” he muttered, “I’m so much your innate inferior…..UHHH….simply a plaything….UHHH….a phallus for pussy pleasure….UHHH.” She smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Shagger….UHHH,” she said as she humped him hard, “it’s always good when a mere male knows his place….UHHH….” he’d have to concentrate on differential equations, rather than the penile pressures, plus pain, “….UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS,” she moaned, her chest heaving. “AHHH….HELL,” gasped her husband, “it always sets me off when I’m cuckolded….AHHH….UHHH….AHHH.” At least it wasn’t his problem. “UHHH….Harry,” he moaned, “I’m about to spunk….YESS….YESS.”
He spurted semen several times into the slit called Harriet Palmer. “Once more for the road, Shagger?” she implored. “I’ll do my best, Ma’am,” he muttered as she started to hump him, harder this time. “Cuck will be paying handsomely….uhhh….for the privilege,” she said, “you’re aware my cunt currency’s a dozen due….uhhh….so now it’s twice the tanning.” A tough brief being open-married to her, but he’d said Yes, so had only himself to blame. “I’m almost there….Ma’am….UHHH….YESS,” he moaned as he spurted a second time, far more feebly. “Well done….Shagguhhhh,” she whispered with a wide pout.
Slowly, she lifted herself off him, and his soft shaft slipped out. “Ohhh,” he moaned in real relief as she removed the Knacker Cracker. He rubbed his wrists after she released all his shackles and leg irons. “Thank you, Shagger,” she said brightly, “a most enjoyable evening….” she stared at him sternly, “….although I could have done with several more similarly during your time of tenure.” He’d let it lie, as she released Dirty Harry likewise. “Pick up your clothes, Cuck,” she said, “can you kindly escort us out, Shagger? We’ll all go as we are….and Cuck, it’ll be your lucky night, since you can drive Dubiously Dressed all the way home.”
A somewhat suspect practice, of which he was especially fond. It was basically being bare below the belt, although alternatively in the altogether. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied reproachfully, “always assuming I’m not arrested along the way. But I’m grateful for the facility, and also for the opportunity to undergo an amount of exposure and exhibitionism, whilst we walk back to the car park. It doesn’t seem to faze Shagger, so I’m happy to follow his example.”
He picked up his pile of discarded clothes, and together they stepped out of the study, leaving the door wide open. Harriet Palmer walked beside him along the gloomy corridor, fondling his fanny all the way to the Level 6 landing. “You’re both welcome to attend my wedding,” he said as they continued down the empty stone steps. This time they were echoing, with distant discipline wafting on the wind, “….it’ll be a Dominatrix do….” he recalled what she’d once told him about hers, “….somewhat similar to yours….with married males wearing Wedlocks, and Bridesmaids beating me along the aisle.”
Harry Callaghan shivered suddenly, probably in painful memory. “AHHH….Ma’am,” he muttered as his KTB hit him again. “It’s your own fault, Cuck….” she said without sympathy as they reached the base, and started into the long, dark cold corridors, “….if you didn’t have errant erections for thinking Inappropriate thoughts, you wouldn’t have penile pain….” totally true, but hardly helpful, “….I’m glad you’re our guide, Shagger, since I’d never find my way out of this hellhole.”
Several minutes later, they arrived at the double doors of the main entrance hall. “You should be able to locate your car from here, Ma’am….Mmmm,” he moaned as she kissed him hard. “Au revoir, Shagger,” she said, “thanks for all the erotic entertainment, your testicles and tool….and skill with oral appreciation, which in all honesty is still a lot better than Cuck’s….” Oops, “….if he wants the KTB off sometime soon, he’ll have to up his game considerably. It’s amazing how mere males make every effort, when the alternative is fearful frustration for the foreseeable future.” Harry Callaghan gave him another glare, as though it were all his fault….which in one way, it was.
Together Wife and husband walked away in the gathering gloom of the summer’s evening. He gave them a final wave, before crossing the hall again and selecting the correct exit from the six such. Then it was into the anonymously identical corridors back all the way to the Prefects’ Study wing. He started up the first flight, still with an afterglow which….well, came with completed coitus. Some studs were about to score….or had done so, since he heard three Canings For Cunt in quick succession. “Huhh,” he huffed as he reached the Level 6 landing, and heard a study door slam ahead of him. “Cretin,” he heard a vitriolic vixen’s voice shout as he started into the gloomy corridor. Oops….since it was Feely Ceely. “Something I said, Silly?” he asked politely as he reached study 1.
Brian Macey
Si potuero, faciam
“Not at all, Shagger,” she replied in calmer tones, “I’d done my date for this evening, but Hugh and I is a Dominant dolt….” as he’d asserted earlier, “….which wouldn’t please pussy. I suppose it’s my own fault for not insisting first before fucking….although I did add several strokes to his Sex Thrashing as insult money. But Messy’s been asking for ages to take a tumble, so I foolishly thought he’d be happy to help me with a couple of cums, coupled with coitus. After all, he’s never really got over being given the heave-ho by my near namesake….” Celia Briony Tew, now CBT, “….but Rick The Prick’s gone to Aberdeen for a dirty weekend with Domme….” good for them, “….and it seems Mrs Sharp’s agreed to give him a go tomorrow morning….” as was his Missus on Sundays, “….having failed on every attempt to win with Weekly Wednesday Weedings….” her competition for cute cunt, whereby tools were teased under testicular torments, “….and she agreed out of charity. So he said I could sod off, since he was saving some semen for what would be a better bonk….one with Conscious Cunt Contraction Control. Hell….HE wouldn’t even please pussy, either.”
Always accept offers, and never compare cunts, he reflected sagely. “He should follow the advice in his Latin logo,” he replied, “If I Can, I Shall Do It….” he paused, “….I’m afraid I haven’t the wherewithal, since I’ve just taken a twat twice….but even so, I’d be honoured to approach your best bits orally? After all your earlier erotic efforts, it seems the least I can do. I’ve just escorted my own date off the premises, and my bed’s mine until the morning.” She smiled widely, and slipped her hand under his arm, again in Happy Hooker fashion. “Very gracious,” she agreed, “some competent cunnilingus would be most appreciated. Then we can sleep together until changeover time….” between 3am and 4am, “….since I too have a date tomorrow….” she fondled his fanny, “….I can feel all those lovely birch marks….” since she WAS Feely Ceely, “….but where’s the flogging for the fancy you’ve just fucked?”
He smiled sweetly as they reached his study, and gestured her inside. “I was able to utilize a whipping boy,” he replied, “Harry Callaghan, who’s the open-husband of Harriet Palmer. She’s the lovely Lady who took my seat whilst I was on the Podium. It was as well, since after my birching over the Block, I’m still seriously sore….” he paused, “….could you give me a moment to freshen up?” He hurried into the shower room, and quickly washed his face and fancy.
When he returned, she’d switched on the bedside light. Whilst she stripped starkers, placing her clothes into a neat pile on the floor, he returned The pillow Punishment Points of pain to its rightful position. Then he replaced His Box Of Tricks back into the wardrobe. Next, he straightened the bed, although Mitches would have more work to do in the morning. She lay down and lifted her legs, holding them high with her hands….and spreading them wide. “Please presented pussy, Shagger,” she urged as he knelt next to her. “Uhhh….uhhh,” she moaned as he gave her the long licks from fanny and fancy to forest, “….uhhh….uhhh….thank you so much….uhhh….for showing me how it should be done, Shagger….UHHH,” she added as he delved deep and nuzzled her naughtiness with his nose. “Licking labial lips is a labour of love, Silly,” he replied, now they were equals. “How many have you done today….uhhh?” she asked, as he thought it through.
“Yours are the fifth pair,” he replied. “It’s not sodding surprising you’re an exper..uhhht,” she said, with obvious difficulty, “and it won’t….uhhh….take very long for me to reach a….uhhh….comprehensive conclusion….uhhh….UHHH….I’m going….UHHH….and cumming….YESS….YESS.” She let her legs drop, and her quim quivered. “It’s not fair we can’t fuck, Shagger….huhh,” she said sulkily, “being so close to coitus.” He smiled, as he picked her up, and tucked her neatly beneath the bedcovers. “Oooh….you’re so Masterful,” she squealed. “There’s always Summer School, Silly,” he suggested, as he joined her on his side between the sheets, and switched out the light. “Goodnight, Shagger,” she said, rubbing herself up against him, “You too,” he replied, as he slipped towards sleep.
To be continued……
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