Final
Full Day
Seconds later
it seemed, he was rudely awoken….THWACKK “….Oww,” he gasped as a riding crop
flashed down onto his fanny. The perpetrator had removed his robe, prior to
providing posterior punishment. “Stand, Shagger,” said Nasty Girl, “the standard
of service in this study is simply shocking.” Oops….as he looked at the wall
clock, and saw it was somehow 5.02pm. It was his own fault he’d overslept, and
he should have instructed his fags to awaken him before they finished fagging. He
arose, and put on the pink bowtie, followed by his high-heeled shoes. “So
sorry, Ma’am,” he replied, “do take a seat at table, and we’ll make a start
with supper. Incidentally, I must away at ten to six, since I’ve Prefect’s VD
Class this evening.” He followed her across the study, noting she was dressed
for Equestrienne entertainment. Presumably she’d been riding horses….or humans?
Her hard hat was down by the door, but her black jacket, tight white jodhpurs
and black riding boots were still all in place.
Then he stood
behind the chair and seated her, ignoring his personal demon’s urges about
Touching Up Tushes. “Bend over, bad boy,” she said, “it’ll be three taps for
ideas of Indecent Intent….” her apparent mind reading abilities were working
well, “….you’ve always had a problem with petting posteriors. I suspect it was
the same at the Bare Pit all those years ago….” she wasn’t far wrong, and he
did as bid….THWACKK “….Oww….” THWACKK “….Oww….” THWACKK “….Oww,” he gasped,
“….I like hitting hineys in high heels. They help to balance the body further
forward, for an accentuated angle of attack….and makes your neat little bottom so
much sexier.” Nice of her to notice….and another dollar. “Go and start on the
soup, Shagger,” she said, “whilst I read this naughty Note.” Oops….since
Mitches hadn’t cleared it off the table when laying the cutlery. He strutted to
the kitchenette and opened the simmering tureen, before pouring two bowls. Then
he returned, somehow spilling hers slightly. “Butterfingers,” she said, “form the
angle again.” THWACKK “….Oww….” he gasped as he arose, “….ohh,” he added,
taking his own place at the table.
“What is it?”
she asked. “It’s cock-a-leekie, Ma’am,” he replied, “knowing how much you like
cocks which leak….” as apparently his sinful Sister was wont to say….at least
according to his Missus….THWAPP “….Ahhh….” THWAPP “….Ahhh,” he added as she
struck both cheeks squarely. “You always were an overblown, overbearing
arrogant bastard, Shagger,” she said, supping some soup, “and this little lot
proves the point….” she waved the paper, with her left hand, “….but who’s this?”
He smiled slightly. “Christopher Leggett was one of the foremost Cunt Casanovas
from Year LXXXVII, Ma’am,” he explained, “who once did a whole dorm of deviant
damsels. He screwed six successive slits, with a subsequent stroke and spunk
under the shower, since his sexual stamina was unsurpassed. Though I shall cheat
slightly, with one of Dr Madison Manley’s prescription pills….” he paused, “….however
his crowning glory was on Departure Day. He pinned long list of ALL his cunt
conquests on the main school notice board. Very soon there was a massed mob of
outraged bonked Bimbos baying for his bollocks. Alas, when they reached his
study, they discovered he’d already….well, legged it. The story’s second hand,
since it was the term prior to my arrival. But I daresay you can ask around in
the Staff room for further corroboration.”
He arose,
picked up both plates, and strutted back to the kitchenette. Then he returned
with two plates of steaming stew. “I may be missing something, Ma’am….ohh,” he
said as he sat down again, “but if my company is so oppressive, why did you
sign yourself up for this Supper? I don’t mind, since I always enjoy Ogling
Obviously Over you, especially when you’re dressed like this….as you suggested
earlier. By the way, it’s best beef.” She swallowed a spoonful. “I’m not
totally sure either,” she admitted, continuing with a sentence at a time,
“possibly since I shall miss flogging your fetching fanny for the foreseeable
future. Also, I’ve enjoyed setting you lots of lovely Lines, since I still like
to try and take you down, and put you properly in your place….with a
conspicuous lack of success to date. Tell me….who was responsible for those seven
serious stripes I saw on your seat?” He smiled sweetly. “It was Private Study
for six,” he said, once again avoiding any identity, “and the lovely Lisa for
the last. She was….well, wanting volunteers for vapulation. The idea was to
test a new So-Sorry-Sir-Ma’am-Malacca-model during Lesson 6, when she was able
to apply two dozen….one whack for every prefect in her Biology class.”
There was a slight
smile. “Which is a trick I might try too in the future,” she mused, “especially
when I’m suitably strict and stern.” As almost always. “Oo..er, yes MA’AM,” he
muttered, “Whacko! Ma’am.” She mopped her mouth. “Hit my hiney hard, Shagger?”
she suggested, since this was its usual meaning the world over. He stood up,
his shaft straining. “Perhaps some Superiority spanking over your knee, Ma’am?”
he suggested as he took both plates, “for when we’re finished?” Then he
returned with the apple pie and custard, making a further foray for the coffee
jug. “Ohh,” he gasped for a third time. He poured both cups. “Cream’s
available, Ma’am,” he said, “unfortunately not mine, since I need it all for The six knackerers.” She winked once.
Finally, she pushed
back her chair. “It’s smack-bottom time for the crime of Cockiness,” she said,
“so get across my lap.” He draped himself down. “Uhhh,” he moaned from the feel
of her jodhpurs as she locked his fancy firmly between her legs….SMACKK SMACKK
“….OWW,” he gasped….SMACKK SMACKK “….OWW….” SMACKK SMACKK “….OWW….” SMACKK
SMACKK “….OWW.” Fuck Me Senseless had been quite correct, and simultaneous seat
strikes with a stick had the edge for inducing an erection. “Ohh….ohh….ohh,” he
moaned as she fondled his fanny. “Go and do the washing up, Shagger,” she
ordered. “But it’s my junior fag’s job, Ma’am,” he protested. “Not tonight,
Josephine,” she said, “as someone once said.” Slowly, he stood….THWACKK “….Oww,”
he gasped. “Which was for Arguing,” she said as he strutted back to the
kitchenette.
He’d expected
she’d stand over him, finding fault, and hadn’t been disappointed. It was
5.41pm before he’d completed the job, and everything was drying on the draining
board….THWACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, “About time too,” she said, “turn around.”
He did so, and his shaft was straining from all the stimulation. “Will you
invite me to your wedding, bastard?” she demanded. “Only if you invite me to
yours….Bitch,” he replied as she melted into his arms. “Mmmm,” they both moaned
as she kissed him hard, and some celestial cymbals sounded. He’d always been
amazed how he could hate someone so much, yet fancy them so furiously.
Finally, she
broke away, and turned his bowtie around. Then she pushed his neck hard with
her hand. “Now you need the knee,” she said breathlessly, “for Incitement of filthy
feelings.” WHUMPH “….UGHHH,” he moaned as he fell forward, holding himself
hard….THWAPP “….Oww….” THWAPP “….Oww,” he gasped, transferring both hands to
his cheeks….WHUMPP “….URGHHH….” he moaned as she booted his balls, “….HOOO!” he
whooped, writhing around on the floor. “It always gets me there,” she said,
stroking herself where she shouldn’t, “when I kick a cretin in the crotch.
Screw you soon at Summer School, Shagger.” She strutted out of the study, leaving
the door wide open….clickk….clickk he heard her high heels heading away on the
stone floor.
It was a couple more minutes before he felt
able to stand. Then he packed his own shoes into one of his suitcases, along
with the bowtie. Next, he picked up black shower robe and put it back on. This
would ensure his prefect’s privileges along the way….until such time he was
ready to relinquish them. Then it was the all-important prescription pill from
the cabinet, which he placed into a pocket. Last of all, he collected the
remaining cane from his back wall. Now he was good to go, and padded out of his
study, likewise leaving the door open. Unlike Nasty Girl, his passage along the
gloomy corridor was strangely silent. He reached the Level 6 landing, and
started down the empty echoing stone steps. Sounds of swishing could still be
heard, but it would be too late for a fustigated fag. The Big Word featured in Grahame’s
Guide to Grandiloquisms, and meant flogging or flogged. At the base, he continued into the long, dark cold corridors.
Finally he reached the Bakerloo, the starkly utilitarian concrete passageway
which would take him into the Original Teaching wing. On arrival, he descended
the single flight of stone steps to the Lower-Ground Level, and passing the
lapsed laboratories. Belatedly he realized he’d been acting on autopilot, since
on this occasion he didn’t want The Extension. Thus he’d wasted his time, since
now he’d have an extra flight upwards again. Never mind….it was all good
exercise. “Huhh,” he huffed, finally reaching the First Level, with his
destination immediately on hand.
Room 20
Retentorum
la maîtresse anglaise – detainees disrobe in room 22
repeat at 7pm (or try next door)
Fair enough….as he continued along the
corridor, passing Room
21 with its alternative offering for VD Classes.
Inside, there’d be his specially constructed rubber mats, featuring a fine
matrix of short semi-sharp steel spikes. Business here was brisk too, since
most seats were taken. Then he entered Room 22, where
there was any amount of abandoned apparel. He folded his robe neatly to a desk,
and stacked his cane on top. Then he padded back to Room 20, where
William Shanks was peering inside. “There’s still one place left….next to Feely
Ceely, Shagger,” muttered Iron Will, posing as a pupil In The Pink. Not bad….since
for nearly a whole year he’d steadfastly refused to countenance doing so.
However, he’d finally seen the light during his week of rustication….and with what
amounted to a Mental Makeover. “I’m afraid it’s mine, William,” he replied
brightly, “since it was booked this afternoon….” SMACKK “….Ooo,” he added.
“No disrespect to your Sodding Seats Of
Learning, Shagger,” he said, turning on his heels, “however I suffered them
yesterday….” quod erat demonstrandum, or
Thus It Has Been Proved, “….so I’ll be back in an hour….” he winked once, “….Shanks’ Ponies will all have to wait a while longer for my wicked willy.” So it
seemed he too would be up to no good with his own dorm of deviant damsels? He
padded inside, and sure enough all the other seventeen detainees were already at
the deliciously dated Detention desks. A suitably starkers Celia Johnson was seated
on the single slat, with her posterior protruding for punishment. He took his
place, and turned his attention towards Lady Joyce D’Aragon, who was writing on
the blackboard. The English Mistress mantle, or la maîtresse anglaise apparelle, was similar to the Miss Whiplash
wear….except mostly latex rather than leather. There were black silky
arm-length gloves, which made her shoulders seem superbly sexy. Then it was a matching
bodice, hiding nothing of importance. Oo..er….yes Madame, as he saw the French Flogger lying innocently on her desk.
Today’s tariff - Staring At Slits, Sits or Tits: 3 – Stroking, 6
So markedly more than Samantha Terrier’s
Naturist Days had been. “Good evening, Shaggerr….” she said in her light Gallic
lilt, with its extra emphasis evident on the letter R, “….now you’re here, we
can start….” sure enough, the long-laced thigh-high tight black boots didn’t quite
cover her cunt, “….and a warm welcome to this Voluntary Detention Class. Should
anyone be signed up for Summerr
School, The English
Mistress will be attending most weeks….” which should ensure many more takers?
“….hands up anyone who admits being guilty of Staring….?” he raised his own,
and glanced around to see another full house, “….all perpetrators’ posteriors will
be punished presently, after I’ve completed the Attendance Registerr. Use the
Rapid Responses, although contrition at the close is always appreciated. As
regards Lines, simply select a Standard Subbie Swishing Sentiment….one which
speaks to your sinful psyche. We’ll say seven dozen, which should be sufficient….”
thanks a bunch, “….raise your hand when you finish. Stay seated for some serious
strafing, with six strokes on the shoulders….” Ouch….and the equivalent of a
Closure Caning, “….on the assumption everyone will fail an erection inspection,
either with a pulsing penis or naughty nipples….” a safe bet, “….and then leave
quietly. Normal rules will now apply, so beware of Distracting detainees during
Detention, or Perusal of punishment in progress. Start writing, everyone….” he
raised his arm again, “….what is it, Shaggerr?”
She stared sternly at him. “Please, Madame,” he muttered, “I forgot to bring
my pen.” She extracted several from inside the teacher’s desk, and strutted
across to him....Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped as she hit his hiney hard and
handed one over. “Anyone else?” she asked, and apparently there were several
other miscreants? “I’m so sorry, Madame,”
said his philandering father from the bench in front. “Like fatherr, like son….Georgie Boy,” he
heard, and the soft Gs made his tool twitch….Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped. He
closed his ears to further floggings as he headed up a sheet, noting Celia
Johnson doing the same.
St Stricktlands
Putting the oo back into school
Use for one dozen Lines, and add continuation sheets as
necessary. Ensure this and all others are correctly identified and totalled.
Care should be taken to see there are no errors or omissions in your work. Any
such sheet will be rendered Inadmissible, and the appropriate penalty applied.
In particular the placement and positioning of all apostrophes must be chosen
with extreme care. The intermediate spacing should only be used for long Lines.
Credit will be given for neat and orderly work.
Scholar name: Shagton,
David Set by:
Prefects’
VD Class
Scholar dorm: 6N Supervisor (if
applicable): la maîtresse anglaise
Date set: Final
Full Day Detention date (if
applicable) Final Full Day
He glanced fleetingly at Feely Ceely to see
what sin she’d selected. Doubtless she’d do the same, however her risk of
discovery was lower. Apparently lovely Ladies had better peripheral vision….or
so his Missus had always maintained.
1.
I
must not touch trousers or tease tools on tube trains.
But would the new Touch-up Teams address
this sort of sex-pest and public pervert? When the shoe was on the other foot,
the lovely Ladies Liberation Lobby seemed strangely silent.
1. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis
in public parks.
“Slits, Sits or Tits….Peterr?” asked The
Dragon Lady softly, at a giggle from Feely Ceely. “He isn’t a boobs boy, Madame,” she muttered. “Do you admit your
guilt on the others….Peterr?” she asked. “Yes, Madame,” he agreed. “Your rearr appears to be ratherr red,” she
asked, “how and why has your hiney been hit?” He shrugged. “Please, Madame,” he replied, rewriting history
slightly, “the standard of service during my last Supper….” so to speak, “….was
simply shocking, but Ms Anastasia Girling was able to address it admirably.”
There were several sniggers around the
room, from any amount of eavesdroppers. A clear case of an unwritten rule:
Don’t Look Up during Detentions….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk
“….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww…I’m sorry for
Staring,” he gasped as the seven strands of serious suffering struck his sore
seat. Now it would be his pretty partner’s turn. “Sits for me, Madame,” she muttered…. Thwackk “….Oww….”
Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….I’m sorry for such sinful Staring,” she
gasped.
He closed his ears again to the punishments
in progress, in order to concentrate his brain on writing. This still allowed
his memory free rein with which to wander away where it wished. Tackling six
twats would be a tall order, but he’d do his best. In his favour was the plus
point whereby a subsequent screw was simpler with a second slit, which was why
bonking twins and Bi-some threesomes were such popular pastimes. However six
such was pushing the theory to the limit….quite apart from the penis. What
wonderful wit….but wasn’t Planet Pussy a perfect place? Then he realized he’d
completed a full sheet, as always without any recollection of doing so, and added
the footer.
12. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis
in public parks.
Sheet ( 1 ) of ( 7 )
He headed up his second sheet, and returned
to his mental musings. Eventually the school would run out of Lines paper, when
they’d need to incorporate proper dozenal symbols for ten and eleven. The symbols
Φ and ┼ worked well….incorporating what they’d once been under the hopelessly
inefficient decimal arithmetic. Then the new radix of twelve would be written 10.
However, The Interrogator had once said, they’d still several years’ supply left.
6. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis
in public parks.
He was doing well, but then felt Feely
Ceely fondling his flogged fanny. Already it was affecting his concentration,
which was only the start. “Uhh,” she whispered, softly stroking her slit.
Desperately he attempted to ignore it, but inevitably she soon transferred her
indecent attentions to his tool. “Uhh,” he repeated as she stroked his shaft.
He was already shivering in sexual stress when she raised her hand. “What ees
eet, Silly?” asked la maîtresse anglaise.
“Please, Madame,” she murmured, every
word oozing confidence, “Peter Purvis…..err….I mean Shagger’s been Stroking At
Slits, from when you last walked past.”
The Dragon Lady was at his elbow again in
the space of seconds. “Is this true….wankerr boy?” she hissed. There was no
doubting the word of an innocent young Lady. “Yes, Madame,” he muttered, perjuring himself as always. Any denial would
mean doubling the dose of discipline, and he didn’t desperately desire another
dozen due….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….”
Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….I’m sorry for such sordid Stroking,” he
gasped. Perhaps now she’d leave him in peace?
9. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis
in public parks.
Once again, he made his memory wander, and turned
it towards the minor matter of the sixdy guineas which he’d earned earlier. So
how much would this be in modern money? The traditional currency unit remained
unchanged at 21/-. So there were some six dozen new pounds for starters, which
left nine shillings leftover from each ninedeen.
As was so often the case, times tables were
simpler in dozenal arithmetic….so six nines were fordy six. Division by a dozen
merely meant lopping off the accrued zero, hence NP46: Adding this to the NP60:
gave a total tally of NPΦ6: Tendy six new pounds equated to a hundred and
twenty six, were one so minded. Given how a Happy Hooker’s hire seemed to be
around a gross an hour, it appeared a professional penis commanded less than a
cute cunt. Such, he supposed, was the way of the world. He was brought back to
the here and now by more discipline on his dad’s derrière….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….I’m sorry for Stroking
At Slits when you stood in front of my desk….I simply couldn’t stop myself, Madame.”
Most likely his dad too had a personal demon
with which to contend? “Uhhh….uhhh,” he heard from beside him. “Most
interesting,” said The Dragon Lady, “it seems Silly couldn’t keep her eyes off
Georgie Boy’s neat little bottom….which is so similar to Shaggerr’s, for fairly
obvious reasons. So she’ll suffer another six, for Stroking At Sits.” Thwackk
“….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” she gasped….hell, he could almost feel them hitting
his own hiney….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk
“….Oww….I’m so sorry, Madame.”
11.
Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis
in public parks.
Unbelievably enough, he found he’d almost
completed another three sheets, without having had any conscious recollection
of doing so. A classic case of tempus
fugit, or Time Flies….but Usually Only When You’re Having Fun? “Which one
of you two terrors was Stroking At Seats….Silly’s, in this instance…?” she
demanded of the table behind him, “….fine, so it was each of you. Now it’s your
tushes’ turns for tanning.”
He closed his ears as the swishings started
all over again, mentally working through her modus operandi. First….someone on a front desk would be Incited
into some sort of Stroking. Whilst they were being swished, the scholars
sitting immediately behind them would do the dastardly deed. This would be
repeated with those on the back desk, and then she’d start all over again at
the remaining row. There were only nine desks in all, as arranged in three rows
of three.
His reading of St Stricktlands: A Hiſtory had confirmed this to have been one of the problems with the
Original Teaching wing. Namely, how the classrooms hadn’t been large enough.
The Extension had helped, but not a lot. When the main school buildings had
been constructed several years later, provision had been made for two dozen in
each class. Even the desks were larger, taking either two or three scholars.
9.
Panty
Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis in public parks.
Somehow or other, another two sheets were
done and dusted, and he was on the final furlong. His personal demon prompted
him to check the clock, however he wasn’t falling for such a rookie mistake. Detention
Supervisors had eyes in their ears, and were on the lookout for such sin.
Indeed the road to hell was littered with scholars who’d done so, been taken to
task and failed to finish as a result. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated
hard.
12. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis
in public parks.
Sheet ( 7 ) of ( 7 )
He raised his
right hand, and she was there in an instant. “Well done….Shaggerr….” she
whispered into his ear, and a strong sniff of Chanel № 5 perfume hit him hard,
“….you’re the first to finish. Screw you soon during Summerr School….and
hopefully I might merit an invite to the wedding?” THWACKK “….AHH….” THWACKK
“….AHH….” THWACKK “….AHH….” he gasped as the French flogger strafed his shoulders.
OMG….it was so unbelievably erotic, and he was hard-pressed not to touch his
tool, “….THWACKK “….AHH….” THWACKK “….AHH….” THWACKK “….AHH….thank you so much,
Madame. I Iook forward to meeting la maîtresse anglaise again in a few
weeks’ time, and yes, most certainly….Mmmm….” he moaned as she kissed him
leisurely….SLAPP “….Oww,” he added. “What a wicked willy, Shaggerr,” she
purred, “have you no shame?”
As Durand-Durand
had sort-of-said similarly to a slut, after Barbarella had survived the
Pleasure Machine. Then he shimmied off the single slat, his shaft straining as
advertised. She waved as he padded away towards the door, and stepped
outside….Swishhhhthwackkk “….Yikes….six, thank you Sir,” he heard as he passed Room 21, “I’m sorry for Languishing Along Lovely Legs.” It was only a few
steps further to Room
22. “Ohh,” he moaned, putting on his black shower robe,
and some strafed shoulders instantly reminded him of his guilt. Then he
collected his cane, and padded out into the corridor again. This time, he’d go
along to the other end. Big Ben was striking for 7pm as he descended the final
flight of stone steps to the Ground Level. Then it was back into the Bakerloo,
and into the main school buildings.
Several minutes
of long, dark cold corridors later, he reached the Dorm wings entrance hall.
Sir Digby Vaillance was waiting by the Curfew Monitor’s desk, unoccupied at
this early hour. “How went the Weedings?” he asked. “It was all over bar the
shouting, Shagger,” he said, “with spunked studs still suffering some sort of
scrotum stretching. I enquired of the lucky winner, who was someone called Hugh Island….”
Hugh And I….and a Dominant dolt, in the next door study 23, “….one unlucky
lousy loser did beg me to untie him. I declined to do so, since it wouldn’t be
etiquette. I don’t know his name, but several other sinners did say, ‘stop
moaning, Messy,’ which may provide a clue?” He sniffed. “It’s Brian Macey,
Digger….” he said “….one of my former dorm mates, who has an unbroken record of
failure. Though I don’t know why he was worried, since he took a tumble with my
Missus last Sunday.” Maybe it might have been pride?
“You’ve
mentioned Panty Pervert Pete might be performing again at On-Stage
Stooge during the summer holidays, Shagger,” he said,
“and if so, it occurs to me you’ll need an overnight stop. So either ask Cutie….”
his Executive Secretary, Queenie Tee, “….to book you a room at The Regal Rooms….”
another No Tell hotel, “….or do so yourself, in the name of Peter Purvis. Tell them to
send the account to her at Vaillance Holdings PLC….including Company on the company.” Wasn’t corporate hospitality
wonderful? “Thanks, Digger,” he replied, “I thought I’d try someone called
Scary Sari, who left her contact on my Comment Card.” The older man grinned. “I’ve sampled her six hour sessions,” he
replied, “and they’re everything advertised.” So he’d survived the Snuff Stuff
on offer. “I’m thinking Friday week,” he continued, “I shall share the stage with
William Shanks, since he and I are now firm friends. He’s asked to accompany me,
so it’ll be a joint performance with Panty Pervert Pete and Wanker Boy Will.
Might he have an evening’s free membership….as a guest of a guest?”
The noble
knight nodded. “I’ll obtain his home address from his confidential school
records….” which clearly weren’t quite so, but he WAS a Governor, “….and give
them a call….” he pursed his lips, “….presumably everyone’s aware of their
fanny’s fate this evening?” Certainly, since they’d had plenty of previous
practice. “Yes,” he confirmed, “all pupils apart from the prefects have the
hits. However, fags are flogged by their frightful fagmistress or fearsome
fagmaster, usually on Departure Day. As you know, the idea is to make all
aching arses appreciate the holidays….” he sniggered, “….although most of them
will similarly suffer when they arrive home….with a Welcome Back Whacking. But I’d
imagine you did this to The Dirty Digger?” He shook his head. “I should have
done,” he said sorrowfully, “however I was mostly away on business, so Valencia
almost always attended to his vapulation.” As in Grahame’s
Guide, also meaning flogging or flogged.
Then William Waverley arrived from the
Teaching wings, having done his Detention. “You’ve heard of Sir Digby
Vaillance,” he said, “who’s engaged on some….well, fact-finding missions. He’ll
be helping me hit some hineys as well.” The younger year stared at him in
obvious awe. “Good evening….Sirs,” he said politely. Together, they started up
the empty echoing stone steps of the Senior Dorms. At least he ought to manage
one flight without becoming out of breath? They reached the Level 1 landing,
and headed clockwise into the first quadrant of the quadrangle corridor. For
the K dorms, it made little difference….Swishhhhthwackkk “….Yeee….three, thank
you, Ma’am,” he heard from Dorm
4J as they turned the corner by the locked broom
cupboard. Clearly The
Jinxes were already receiving their rattan from one of
his pretty prefect peers. Seconds later, they reached their first destination.
Dorm 4K
The Knackies
He opened the
door, and stepped inside, followed by the others. “Good evening, everyone….” he
said, as they all stood to attention at the end of their beds, hands behind heads.
Obviously they were well-versed with the punishment procedure, being bare below
the belt….were they wearing one, “….our newest Governor has asked to follow
some Farewell Foursomes….shall we say, in the flesh….” what wit, “….and
although it’s my responsibility to dish the discipline, he’ll be assisting in
its application….” his Patron smiled widely, “….my thanks, Digger. Could you kindly
take Tessa Soham in bed C and Martha Harrie in bed D. Lastly and leastly, it’s
Leastly and Lastly….” more wit, “….with the Laurens Eastleigh and Lustleigh in
beds E and F.”
The noble
knight strode straight down the dorm towards his first target, as he turned to
bed A. “Dorm captain’s privilege,” he said, “so bend over, Tilly.” She assumed
the Position, stitching the so-called swishees’ smirk. It was often offered by
culpable canees in class as a prelude to public punishment….the one which says
wanly, ‘I know how much my hit hiney will hurt,’ and absolutely apt for the
action….Swishhhthwackkk “….one, thank you, Sir,” he heard from Show’em Again
two beds away. “It’ll be staccato style, guilty girl,” he confirmed, “all
four….and all at once.”
Swishhhthwackkkk Swishhhthwackkkk Swishhhthwackkkk Swishhhthwackkkk
“Owww..WOWW..OWWW..WOWW….FOUR, thank you, SIR,” she gasped, “thank you for my
Farewell Foursome, Sir.” Then they moved towards bed B. “Recalling the occasion
in the Dorm wings entrance hall last autumn….” he said to the delectable
dark-haired damsel, “….when I paid my deposit for your first fuck. You told me
how horrendously humiliating it must be to be punished in public by a Brownie
Babe….?” she nodded, “….and also how it might be for you to be swished similarly
by one of The Little Green Men….?” her eyes widened in horror, “….I’m always
happy to help fulfil filthy fantasies, so it’s the whacks from William Waverley.
Having assessed his caning competence the hard way, you may be assured your
adorable arse will ache abysmally.” He slipped off the shower robe, and handed
it over. Now he’d lost his prefect’s privileges, and it would only be a matter
of time before someone took advantage of it. “Bend over, guilty girl,” ordered
Wavy Willy, as he put it on, “for some staccato style strokes, in pairs.” Then
he accepted the cane….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Yeee….three, thank you, Sir,” he
heard from Marta Hari across the dorm.
Swishhhthwackkkk Swishhhthwackkkk
“Oooh..HOOH….TWO,
thank you, SIR,” gasped Karen Eis. OMG….it sounded so much like sex. This was even
though he’d no idea yet whether she’d be an OO or AH girl? She gave him a glare
which would have torched toast at twendy paces. It was always delightful
disciplining Dommes, since they seethed and smouldered so satisfactorily.
Swishhhthwackkkk Swishhhthwackkkk
“Yikes..YIKES….FOUR,
thank you, SIR,” she gasped, “thank you for my Farewell Foursome. It WAS
horrendously humbling….as I’d always anticipated, but never expected to
enjoy….Sir.” Another good job well done. “You may rise, guilty girl,” he said
sternly, “and then….” his voice softened, “….I shall be a pupil In The Pink
when you’re a prefect. Perhaps you might graciously agree to give me a go….anytime
after 1st December? I’d be highly happy to pay my deposit
straightaway, and get in on the ground floor….so to speak.” Slowly, she stood,
and held out her hand. “Strip starkers….stud,” she ordered in her cultivated
crisp kind of snappy sexiness, having switched as he handed her the cane. They
watched whilst Wavy Willy stacked his clothes neatly by her bed, and assumed
the Position she’d recently vacated. Then she put on the shower robe, and flexed
the cane firmly between her fingers.
SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“YEEE..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,”
he yelped, “thank you, MA’AM.”
SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“YEOWW..OWW..WOWW….SIX,”
he gasped, “thank you, MA’AM. Thank you for graciously agreeing to my deepest
dirtiest desires. I’ve always fancied you from afar.” He and several gross of
other bad boys….himself included. “You may rise,” she said, “I’ll put you in my
Screwing Schedule, under Forward Fornication….of which there are already rather
a lot….” she turned towards him, “….do you fancy further formal flogging from
me….Shagger….?” as always, she was speaking with some sort of seductive
soprano, “….whilst I’m wielding the weapon….you Cocky Little Blighter?” She
licked her lips. “Yes please, Karen,” he said, “perhaps a portion of PWEP would
work well, with Tilly and William watching. Three strokes of some Superiority swishing
should suffice, since my seat’s somewhat sore.” He assumed the Position. “You’re
not wrong, Shagger,” said the younger year, “it wasn’t nearly so striped when I
whacked you earlier.” He smiled wryly, “It was a period of penance in Private
Study,” he explained, “taken with my Malacca model.” He wouldn’t elaborate, to
protect the guilty.
Swishhhthwackkkk Swishhhthwackkkk Swishhhthwackkkk
“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,”
he yelped, “thank you, MA’AM….I know I needed to be put properly in my place….ohh,”
he added as she stroked his stripes with the stick. “You may stand, Shagger,”
she said, “Please….Ma’am….” said a suddenly similarly starkers Sir Digby
Vaillance, standing by the bedside, “….I too would wish to be considered a
candidate for coitus with your cute cunt.” He stood up to see all the other
dorm members were now watching from a few feet away. “The more the merrier,”
she sniffed, “lie down….bad boy.” She’d always been an expert at the art of Superior sniffing.
SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“YEEE..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,”
he yelped, “thank you, MA’AM.”
SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK SWISHHHTHWACKKK
“YEOUCH..OUCH..OUCH….SIX,”
he gasped, “thank you so much, MA’AM. I agree about the effectiveness of
Punishment With Extreme Prejudice, and thank you for the thorough thrashing.”
There was a round of applause from his appreciative audience. “Be aware, bad
boys,” said The Ice Maiden, icily, “my currency is a dozen due, so you’ll still
suffer the same again on the big days.” He doubted either of them were
surprised….not with a cunt of her calibre. “Interestingly enough,” said Tilla
The Hun, “there are now no teachers nor prefects present….” Oops, “….merely
three VERY bad boys, all of whom are suitably starkers….” she flexed her
fingers, “….young’un can sit on my bed, and watch whilst we work. Have you ever
been a voluntary victim….?” he shook his head, “….it’ll happen a whole lot next
autumn, when you move up into the Senior Dorms wing. Our new nax seems to be
wearing Naccatape….” as was his wont, “….so he can be our balls bulb boy. As for
Shagger….since he’s signed our sheets, we’ll all demand our dues.” Oo..er, yes
MA’AM….and he hoped the noble knight wouldn’t object?
However, he HAD
warned him what might happen. He spread his legs, whilst Lastly and Leastly
held his arms. A few feet away, Show’em Again and Marta Hari did the same to
his Patron. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped whilst Karen Eis tackled his
testicles, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I am your stretch slave….MA’AM.” He
watched whilst Matilda Hunter squeezed the scrotum, like an old-fashioned
motorcar horn. “UGHHH….UGHHH,” he moaned, “BEEP BEEP.” He stitched the sickly
smile which was required in such circumstances, similar to the swishees’ smirk.
One down….with a further five fetching floozies to follow.
