Divorce Day
The Cloisters
verbera experti insuper
“For anyone who’s not a Latin Lass or lad,” he said, “I’m told the logo means Scourging And Moreover.” So much she’d grasped, and no doubt Very Nice likewise. However her hubby had been a Spanish señor, and Shaggette was a German Gretchen. From somewhere inside the habit, he produced a huge cast-iron key. He turned the lock, put it away again, and pulled open the door. Then he waved them through into the cloister, and a series of bulkhead lights automatically illuminated, presumably by motion detectors? “The interesting part’s just here,” he said, going ahead of them, “so kindly accompany me down the stone spiral staircase.”
They all followed in single file, whilst another light lit. The setup seemed strangely similar to the sets of secret steps at the back of the locked broom cupboards in the main school buildings. Perhaps the architects had drawn upon this heritage? She wouldn’t say anything, since so far as she knew, hubby was still blissfully ignorance about them. However the lighting must be fairly new, owing to the presence of the proximity detectors. Finally they reached the base, and Lynda Shagton set down the overnight bag. Oops….as more lights lit, since it was quite clearly a dungeon. “There are no locks on the cell doors,” he said, “and Amen Carmen reckons they were once possibly for proper pious purposes. However, she suspects the Mercers must have been into S&M, and it became a bondage basement. As you see, everywhere’s adorned with rather rough and rusty heavy hardware….” she glanced around, and it was certainly so, “….it may be in mediæval style, but apparently none of it’s old enough to be from the original monastery. Anyway, I’ll make a start with my Missus, and Richard can do the others after I’ve left. Lean backwards facing me, my love, placing both legs by the shackles….the ones set eighteen inches from the wall, and arms UP.”
She complied immediately. “Ohh….ohh….” she moaned as he shackled her wrists, and ironed her ankles accordingly, presenting her pussy perfectly for punishment….and poking, “….OHH,” she added as he concluded with a cast-iron collar. “You seem to have had plenty of practice positioning pretty prisoners, Shagger,” said her hubby, with renewed ill-humour, “did you put the Parish Priest into predicament bondage?” Dearest Davy nodded. “Yes,” he replied, “although I promise you I didn’t poke her pussy….at least not with my pulsing penis. She stayed semi-celibate, for professional purposes….” he paused, “….you can find out what WAS used presently, and perhaps provide something similar….” oo..er, yes SIR she thought at once, whilst wondering what it was? “….now it’s time for you to have my horrid habit.” Very good, she reflected as he shimmied out from under, and handed it to hubby.
OMG….since underneath he’d been adorned in the prison Warder wear. It featured matt black heavy-duty taut trousers with wooden truncheon, with a felt-tip pen plus The Cattle Prod housed in deep pockets There was a white shirt and black tie, matching jacket and flat peaked cap, plus a pair of stout shiny shoes. “My flat peaked cap is still in Sue Sweet’s car,” he remarked, “but you get the general idea of what the Sadistic Screw is all about.” Her hubby put the habit over his head, and smoothed it down. “Why haven’t I one of those outfits, Shagger?” he grumbled. “Possibly because you didn’t ask Sue Sweet last autumn,” he replied, unruffled, “and obviously it’s a little late now. However, there’s still three days of term left, if you’ve set your heart on it….” he was given a glare which would have torched toast at twendy paces, “….there’s just one thing. Hopefully, you’ll finally accept I’m a sixdy-sixdy switch, and not simply a subbie….as you’ve been suggesting for most of my school career at The Styx?”
Richard Sharp nodded with obvious reluctance, however the evidence was pretty plain. “Please, Sir,” said Very Nice, spreading her legs, “perhaps you might….well, prod me into position?” It was crystal clear she’d enjoyed it earlier, and he removed The Cattle Prod from his pocket. “It’s set to severe, Richard,” he said, “which should be sufficient.” Then he prodded her pussy….ZZZZZZ “….URGHHH….yes, SIR….uhhh,” she moaned, bending forward in acute agony.
She hobbled to the wall next to her, where hubby applied similar shackles with obvious enthusiasm. “Me next, Sir?” said his Sister, hopefully….ZZZZZZ “….URGHHH….thank you SIR….uhhh,” as she too took her place alongside them both, and was likewise ironed….ZZZZZZ “….URGHHH,” she moaned at the terrible tingle in her twat.
“Well, there we are, Richard,” he said brightly, “I’ll away. There’s no shortage of scourges….” he pointed towards one wall, which was completely covered with items of coercion and correction, the same as studies, “….and remember, the habit can cover a multitude of sins.” So Amen Carmen had said. “I don’t suppose you’d care to tell me who you’re doing at Stern Hall, Shagger?” he asked, sourly. “Nope,” he replied, “however you’ve plenty of pretty prisoners to interrogate, so I’ll wish you all a very good evening.” He smiled and offered a salute, before retreating from the dungeon. She heard his footsteps up the stone spiral staircase, until finally they faded.
Then her hubby strode to the wall, and returned several seconds later. Oo..er, since it was eleven lengths of long leather, and the same style as the one at the Rectory. Hell, this was going to hurt. “I shall be asking Questions,” he growled, “and any unsatisfactory answers means both beautiful boobs will be beaten. So who’s sodding Shagger screwing this evening?” She shook her head….Thwackk “….OWW….” Thwackk “….OWW,” she gasped. “How about you, Very Nice?” he asked, “perhaps you’d care to comment?” She too stayed silent….Thwackk “….OWW….” Thwackk “….OWW,” she gasped. “All right, we’ll try Shaggette. I daresay this is the first time she’s suffered a scourge.”
Although it wouldn’t be the last, and sure enough there was no response….Thwackk “….OWW….” Thwackk “….OWW,” she gasped. “It appears we have a challenge,” he said, “remember, this will all hurt you a whole lot more than it hurts me.” Very droll…. Thwackk “….OWW….” Thwackk “….OWW,” she gasped….Thwackk “….OWW….” Thwackk “….OWW,” repeated Verity Gneiss…. Thwackk “….OWW….” Thwackk “….OWW,” Shaggette concluded. “Since we don’t appear to be making much progress,” he said, “we’ll proceed to pussy punishment. Perhaps taps taken to the twat will loosen your tongues.”
About time too, said her subbie side, and undoubtedly the others were thinking the same. “Please, Sir,” she said, “don’t bother to beat about the bush.” What wit, “Fair enough,” he replied, “I’ll concentrate on the cunt, and strafe your slits soundly,” Thwapp “….UGHHH,” she moaned with both pain and pleasure….Thwapp “….UGHHH,” moaned Verity Gneiss….Thwapp “….UGHHH,” moaned Lynda Shagton, as all three of them were pussy pain perverts who enjoyed the stinging sensation when their slit was struck smartly.
After what seemed forever, her pussy was perspiring profusely from punishment pain. Or to put it another way, her slutty slit was soaked with sweat. There were no clocks to consider, so she’d no immediate idea of the time. “Uhhh….all right, Sir,” she moaned, “one of the fuckable floozies was Euphoria….uhhh….” there was a pointed pause, “….and the other?” he asked, “I’m waiting….and I can continue to do so all night, if necessary.” How many times had she heard those words over the years? “Please, Sir,” said Shaggette, “it was another of your pretty prefect peers, and they were both in The Six Jailbirds last year, but I can’t recall the other name….although I’m sure it was something to do with the weather.” He smiled slightly.
“Perhaps Very Nice could kindly confirm a Southerly Gale?” he suggested sourly. “Yes, Sir,” she admitted. “So,” he said, “is it to be a Bi-some threesome?” She shook her head. “No, Sir,” she replied, “it’s an awesome foursome, with Thor Thring also role-playing as the Sadistic Screw. You might have passed his Police car when you were walking towards the main entrance gates.” She could see how hubby harboured even more resentment at these revelations. “Why is it always somehow sodding Shagger?” he asked irritably….an ingrate as always, given how he’d been presented with three pretty prisoners on a plate. “They’re firm friends, Sir,” she said soothingly, “but perhaps Sir might now care to check his horrid habit, to discover what deviant delights are inside?”
He rummaged around, and sure enough in what was a wide pocket, he extracted a strap-on made of black rubber. Oops….since it had a slightly spiked punishment penis, just like the Dick Dastardly dildo. “I’m sure you three sinners are serious slit strokers,” he said with an especially evil smile, “so you can confess your crime….” he put it around his pelvis, “….this should put punished pussies properly in their place, and show sluts with sore slits who’s Superior….” very witty….for him, “….I shall fill your flogged fancies with phallus.” Yes SIR, as he stood sternly between her legs. “Guilty as charged, Sir….AGHHH….UGHHH,” she gasped with pure pleasure and pain in equal proportions as she was poked. “AGHHH….UGHHH,” she repeated as he humped her hard. “It’s a little like the Police Siren,” he said sourly, “something which I suffered on occasion during Victim nights in past years. The Six Knackerers were particularly partial to such sordid scheming.”
She recalled how he’d never liked having his nuts knackered. Obviously it remained to be seen how this would work in a relationship with Miss Dominetta Gutteridge? “Please, Sir….UGHHH,” she gasped, “I’d like to apologise profusely….AGHHH….for any indignities either I….UGHHH….or my dearest dorm mates….AGHHH….inflicted upon you….” already she could feel herself falling over the edge into orgasm, “….YESS….AGHHH,” she concluded was the phallus was finally withdrawn. “Who’s next for the skylark?” he asked sardonically. “Me please, Sir,” replied Very Nice and Shaggette in unison. “Very well,” he said, “it’ll be in order of seniority, and I’ll spike Shaggette shortly. I’m sure an anticipation of acute agonies will be appreciated.” Very probably, as he stood in front of the second slit. “Stroking is so sinful Sir,” said her girlfriend, “please punish my pussy painfully for its perverted pleasures….UGHHH….AGHHH….” she gasped as it was promptly poked, “….OMG….UGHHH….it’s so GOOD…. AGHHH.” Nasty but nice, as her own fancy had felt.
She listened with one ear to the sounds of sin, whilst wondering with worry what else he had planned for her? “UGHHH….AGHHH….UGHHH….AGHHH….UGHHH….AGHHH….I’m cumming….YESS….YESS….YESS….” so success in every packet, “….AGHHH,” she concluded as the punishment penis was pulled out. “Now it’s The Babe In Blue,” he said wolfishly, “albeit presently in the pink.” He WAS on fine form this evening….so maybe Miss Gutteridge HAD been good for him? “Please, Sir,” said Lynda Shagton, “my slit should be similarly spiked. I never thought I was a pussy pain pervert, but now I know it needs it. I especially enjoyed being your junior fag last term, most especially all our out-of-hours sessions, since you’re such a superbly Superior Sir.” Flattery will get you everywhere, she reflected, seeing a wide smile. “It’s good to be wanted,” he agreed amiably, “and it seems sound, screwing sodding Shagger’s sexy Sister.”
A compliment of sorts, as he shifted himself into prime poking position. “UGHHH….AGHHH,” she moaned, “damnation….UGHHH….AGHHH….this won’t take very long…. UGHHH….AGHHH….I’ve been on the edge for ages….UGHHH….AGHHH….fuck my fancy Sir….UGHHH….AGHHH….cum me for my cute cunt’s crimes….UGHHH….AGHHH….” she could see she was shivering in severe sexual stress, “….YESS….YESS….AGHHH,” she concluded as once again the phallus was withdrawn. “You can do Dick Dastardly to Domme too, Sir,” she said, “always assuming you haven’t already done so….?” he shook his head, “….it’s a similar style to one of the two dildos owned by my former fagmistress. She used this one on herself when she wanted to assuage feelings of guilt….which was often. She hid it, together with Dildo Dick, in an air vent in her study shower room. But as her senior fag, I was able to find her hidey-hole easily enough.”
He nodded. “Thank you, Missus,” he said, “and a clear case of Genuine Jam tomorrow. I honestly wasn’t aware she was such a pussy pain pervert. However now I know, she’ll suffer seriously for such shocking sin. We’ve both worked our ways around to nudging ninedy to thirdy in disciplinary disposition….” nine dozen to three, “….so we’ll each have ample opportunities to indulge our small subbie sides….” good for them, finding an amicable arrangement which worked well, “….how are you two terrors fixed for tomorrow morning….do you have dates? Obviously Missus does, since for a slit of her stature it goes without saying.” Thanks a bunch for the character reference. “I have, Sir….” said Verity Gneiss, “….but I’m all yours, Sir,” said Lynda Shagton, “so long as the water’s warm in the study shower.” QED….again.
“So it’s finally fuck time, Missus,” he said, “or I should say Mrs Sharp….for the last time. I’ve honestly enjoyed our Sundays together over the past year….” at least this was something, “….and I’m grateful for your evident understanding about my deepest, darkest and dirtiest desires for my dearest Domme….” Tits Worth would have told him about cunt comparisons, “….with whom I spent several seriously sordid sessions on Saturday. Like us, as a copulating couple, we’re surprisingly compatible in coitus….” excellent “…I even enjoyed taking her testicular torments….” really? “….which WAS a slight shock, as she’d never known him to be a plums pain pervert, “….she scratched my scrotum softly to start, which somehow set me off….” surely this dealt with the difficulty described? “….I also promised to please pussy as a point of principle, the same as I did you. In fact, Domme did suggest you were surprisingly similar in several respects.”
As indeed she’d once said, “So what’s stopping you, Sir?” she asked….SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” she gasped. “Being our Divorce Day,” he said, “and how you’re ready for rape, I shall simply screw you where you stand. We’ll merely make it a memento of my manhood.” He rolled up the habit to his waist, unzipped his trousers, and extracted his sound six inch shaft. “Uhhh....” she moaned as it screwed her sore slit, “….uhhh,” he repeated, “wringing wet….uhhh….but you always did get off with pussy pain….uhhh….I’ll hump you hard….uhhh….rather than worrying myself unduly with Conscious Cunt Contraction Control.” Suit yourself. “UHHH,” he moaned repeatedly, “I’m spurting….yes….YESS.” A couple of cums for her would have been welcome as well, but apparently they weren’t on offer.
Slowly, he withdrew his soft shaft. “Thank you for the facility,” he said, as put away his penis and smoothed down the habit. He’d always been a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am, without any finesse in fucking. Hopefully however, his dearest Domme would deal with the difficulty? “Ohh….ohh,” she gasped lightly as her shackles and irons were each released. “Kindly accompany me,” he said, “since you can spend a solo session in a cell.” He gestured towards one, and she padded inside. Immediately a proximity detector illuminated a bulkhead light. “Legs apart,” he ordered. “Ohh….ohh,” she repeated as she was shackled and ironed all over again. “I shall leave you here to uncomfortably contemplate your crimes,” he continued, “mired in mental misery, knowing I’m screwing a slut in my study. With a little luck, they’ll also be at each other in the sixdy nine position, when I can watch them at work.”
Highly likely….what with Very Nice being a Bi-babe. “But what have I done to deserve it, Sir?” she wailed, plaintively. “It’s payback time,” he replied, “on behalf of all the bad boys who’ve taken part in your Weedings….” Ohh, “….whereby the failures spent the evening chained up in The Gymnasium….” Ohh, “….until you graciously released them….unless you forgot.” She struggled against the shackles. “It only ever happened once, Sir,” she said sulkily. “Yes,” he agreed, “Messy did mention how it was an extremely long night….” Oh, dear, “….so I’ll leave you, having loved you….” abruptly, he kissed her fleetingly, “Mmmm,” she moaned as always, although more out of politeness, “….Mrs Doasyowouldbedoneby would approve.” Then he closed the cell door behind him. As she listened to the sounds of several shackles being opened, she agreed how Charles Kingsley’s story about The Water Babies was quite apt. Then she heard his footsteps across the dungeon, which faded as they all retreated up the spiral staircase, and soon there was silence.
What might she do to make herself comfortable? He’d attached her to short chains on shackles at waist height, but the ankle irons were against the wall with very little play. Slowly, she slithered down the stone, which meant her arms were raised high, and her knees were bent double. So the big bastard had put her into perfect predicament bondage. It would become progressively worse over time, no matter what she did. She’d once read an account of a torture cell, which had apparently contained nothing nasty. It had seemed innocuous at first sight, but in fact it was fiendish. It had eight inch coarse concrete ridges at irregular intervals all over the floor, so lying flat was impossible.
The victim was free to adopt any position they chose, though they were all equally awful. But the pièce de résistance was a seductively smooth slab on one side of the cell. Alas, this was a torment too, since its top was tilted at an angle. It was set at a sufficient slope to stop sitting without a lot of extra effort, or the seat would simply slide off. She shivered, suddenly having sympathy with their plight. Either she could stand until she tired, or she could sit down in discomfort. Dammit….she couldn’t even stroke her slit, since the chains were set too short. Predicament bondage was obviously nothing new, and had patently been going strong since the reign of Queen Anne.
Æons later, she was aching all over….most especially her arms and legs. Tempus Fugit, or Time Flies, but the famous phrase came with the caveat about usually being Only When One Was Having Fun. The cell was in darkness again, but it had illuminated each time she shifted position. Would Richard remember to return….or worse, might she be left locked in? No, since dearest Davy had taken the key, so she should be spared this fate. But perhaps hubby had a point about the Weedings? It was a fact of nature, whereby dicks desperately desired to get the spunk out….or rather, in. So the studs would willingly put themselves through hell in order to achieve their indecent aim. But if they hadn’t liked her rules of engagement, there was plenty of other pokeable pussy. Or they could have perused porn, perhaps as pathetic panty perverts? “Ohh….ohh,” she moaned in misery, as for the umpdeenth time she struggled to her feet, and the lights lit.
Where was the cavalry when they were most needed? Suddenly the cell door opened, and her heart fluttered as the Sadistic Screw strutted inside. “Mmmm,” she moaned as he too kissed her, however this time several gross of celestial cymbals sounded. “I’d wondered whether your ex-husband might have left you in the lurch, my dearest,” he said, when they’d separated, “so I thought I’d best check.” Thank goodness. “Ohh….ohh,” she moaned as he released her. “I’m not ungrateful, Davy,” she said, “but should you be doing this? It’s not exactly etiquette to release someone else’s prisoner.” He smiled. “Richard must have moved you here,” he countered, “so technically, HE released you from MY bondage….thus honours are equal.” Fair enough….as she padded unsteadily out of the cell, and he followed her across the dungeon. “Feel free to….well, feel free,” she said as she started up the spiral staircase. “Ohh….ohh….you really rude wretch,” she said as he felt her fanny in familiar fashion. All right, so it was another mixed message, but she was sure he wouldn’t mind.
They reached the top, and continued together along The Cloisters. He relocked the heavy timbered door, and placed the huge cast-iron key into a pocket. “How did you get on earlier?” she asked as they continued into the opulence of Stricktlands Hall. “Very well, thanks,” he replied, holding her hiney hard, “the pretty prisoners were treated to intimate interrogations, with times of tens torture on their twats….” Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation, “….whilst whipped well, plus perpetual poking by Officer Shagton….” nice work if you can get it, “….with more to follow in the morning from Officer Thring. There were no complaints….at least, not ones which matter. Actually, we added all manner of extras for the shouting and swearing. Afterwards, I was thoroughly thrashed by The Professor. As you know, he always enjoys beating my bottom….” he smiled slightly, “….with some sinful sixdeen strokes.” She pursed her lips. “I suppose it was Six For Sex for each slut,” she mused, “which must mean there was a further floggable felony.” He patted her posterior. “Well sussed,” he agreed, “since I’d driven back to Stern Hall whilst Dubiously dressed….basically being bare below the belt. I confessed the crime, adding my intention to repeat it on the return run, so he said another six should suffice. They were all Sex Thrashing strokes, so I’ve a seriously sore seat.”
Several minutes later, they were back into the familiar frugality of the main school buildings, with the first of the long, dark cold corridors. “I assume Richard ravished you?” he asked. “Yes,” she agreed, “and I’VE a seriously sore slit from those sodding spikes. But he didn’t offer me any orgasms when he poked me properly with his penis. Afterwards, he simply slung me into the cell as you saw, before heading back to his study with Very Nice and your sinful Sister. He told me it was payback for leaving all the likely lads in The Gymnasium each week after the Weedings. On reflection, I fear he did have a point….although nobody asked them to volunteer....” he nodded knowingly, “….on another topic, how did you manage with your meal?”
He smiled slightly, as they listened to some distant discipline. “It was indeed Very Nice,” he replied wittily, “some scintillating conversation with convivial company….without copulation of her cute cunt. I enjoyed a relaxing dinner, with a nude Waitress....albeit somewhat shoddy service, so there was some sound swishing. Together with your own kind contribution, it amounted to a dozen due. It was especially enjoyable having her in high heels….” so to speak, “….mind you, Mitches had been most miffed. I’d had her help The Pirate make the meals during fagging. So I suggested some sort of dinner date at home during the holidays, with her three favourite friends.”
They reached the Prefects’ Study wing even as Big Ben was striking, and crossed the entrance hall. Heaven, it was only 10pm, since her session in the cell had seemed far longer. “Should I sling you over my shoulder….Smith?” he suggested. “The same as several other sinful sluts, I suppose….Shagton?” she countered with another question. “Ohh….ohh,” she moaned as she was suddenly inverted. “Yes….” he agreed, as they started up the empty stone steps, “….and spoken in a sort of subderisorious sense,” What was the gratuitous grandiloquism again? Yes…. mildly mocking, but between friends. “Ooh….SIR,” she squealed as they rounded the Level 1 landing, “you’re so Masterful, Sir….” SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” she gasped, as the sounds echoed up and down. OMG….this was all making her so wet. It was such a shame he’d be….well, Shaggered out, as the saying went.
“Could I suggest a soothing shower for us both?” she asked, as they rounded Level 2, “in my study, since it’s closest. I’m still stiff, although after tackling two twats, I doubt you are….” very witty, she hoped, “….but perhaps you might offer oral?” He sniggered softly. “It would be my pleasure,” he replied, “in addition to yours….” fair comment, “….then maybe we might sleep together until changeover time….” an excellent idea, “….I don’t have to return to my study, since I’m playing away tomorrow morning. It’s some more subbie sluts, so I’ll stay as the Sadistic Screw….” which were, as they reached the Level 3 landing, and started along the gloomy corridor? “….it’s favourite friends Thrash Me and Owe Me….” Meela Thresher and Mia Farrow, “….as another Bi-some threesome.” Uh..huh….each émigrée from dorm 6P. The six punishees was another of the so-called CP dorms, whose members craved caning at all costs. “What have you in store?” he asked as they reached the open door of study 17. They stepped inside, and she switched on the main light.
Then they continued into the shower room, and dearest Davy started to shed his clothes, folding them all neatly to the floor. “I’ve a threesome too,” she said, turning on the tap to sort out the temperature, “….albeit of the conventional kind….” with both bad boys bonking the beautiful Bird in bed, “….they’re similarly subbies. It’s Ricochet and Rickshaw….hailing from the six zebras last year.” He nodded, as he followed her inside the cubicle. “The Richards O’Shea, and Shaw, once of dorm 6Z….” he confirmed, as they started to lather each other, paying special attention to their naughty parts, “….I hope you’ll hit their hineys hard, since they DO like showing off their stripes.” She nodded. “They’ll each enjoy my special subbie tariff,” she agreed amiably, as they hugged each other underneath the welcome warm water. “Let me take tongue to tender twat,” he said, dropping down to his knees, “dear me, your ex wasn’t….well, exactly holding back when beating your boobs and best bits. Maybe you might manage to massage your mammaries with all this maceration?” Very witty, and another good grandiloquism.
“It’s certainly some softening by soaking,” she agreed, “except for the naughty nipples, which are already hard….uhhh….uhhh….uhhh.” He was GOOD, she agreed, already halfway towards Planet Pleasure….and his tonguing technique too was so similar to Georgie Boy’s. Still, she wouldn’t say anything in view of his earlier comments about comparisons. “Uhhh….uhhh….” she moaned as she tweaked her tits, “….uhhh….bite me, bad boy….uhhh….you know I need it.” Another few seconds and she’d be a gone girl anyway….AYEEEEE….” SLAPP “….AHHH….” SLAPP “….AHHH,” he gasped, “….UHHH….YESS….UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS….uhhh,” she added, although as a slap slut she knew he’d enjoy it. Then he soaped her slit a second time, and rinsed clean the copious quantities of cunt cream. “You’ve always been my favourite floozy,” he assured her as they stepped out slowly, “especially after allowing me to attack a flogged fancy….something with which the Sadistic Screw will assist another time.” She handed him a towel, and they dried themselves down.
“Promises….” she said when they’d finished, as she switched on the hair dryer, “….disappear, Davy….unless you were wanting to wank worthlessly whilst I watch?” He smiled slightly as he knelt again, taking himself in hand. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned, “give me some scornful stares….uhhh….” she obliged, and pouted provocatively, “….thank you….uhhh….so squirmingly and sordidly scrumptious….uhhh….such disdain and disgust for dicks….uhhh….it’s why I enjoy WANKER!....uhhh….so much….uhhh….since somehow rejection works wonders with willy….” he let himself loose, and adopted the Position For Penance with his legs wide apart, “….I don’t believe I’ve asked this properly, but will you wed me….might we marry, Ma’am?” Her heart thumped, as she switched off the dryer and padded around him….WHUMPP “….URGHHH,” he moaned as she too kicked his crotch. “Here’s me, hardly out of the divorce court,” she said sternly, “but I’ll most certainly do so….” she giggled as slowly he stopped whooping, and struggled upright with a face of pain, “….and already I’m getting hitched again. So my slit’s sold to the stud with seven inches of circumcised sin. Arise, Sir David.”
He did so, and his penis promptly pulsed. “Mmmm,” she moaned as he kissed her hard, and suddenly the celestial symbols were back in business. “Uhhh,” he moaned, “your confounded kisses always come with a kick….uhhh….and I don’t necessarily mean being bashed on the bare bollocks….uhhh….but it’s better with a boot….uhhh….especially when coupled with a cunt….” she was well aware of the fellas’ filthy fetish for both items together, “….at least I know what I’m letting myself in for….uhhh….with a nubile nymph from the six Knackerers which knows all about nuts.” He picked up his pile of clothes, and together they padded back into the main study. “It’s bedtime, bad boy,” she said as he set them down by the door, and switched off the light.
She shifted the sheets, as he padded back to the bed in the sudden darkness. “Ohhh….” he moaned as he lay down, and was reminded of his raw rear, and recent rattan. Accordingly, he shifted on to his side, and so did she. “I’m afraid you can’t hold me too hard, Davy,” she said, “since I’m still somewhat sore and sensitive. However you can kiss me to sleep….Mmmm,” she moaned all over again as he readily obliged. In a few hours’ time, they’d both be screwing elsewhere, but this was the beauty of an open-marriage. There was never any cheating, and everything was above board. Slowly, she slipped towards sleep.
To be continued……
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