Final Full Day
According to the classroom wall clock it was 2.33pm, with Lesson 6 about to start. This would be something to savour for several reasons. First, because it was Biology with the lovely Lisa McFee-Sven-Sless….any wanker boy’s wet dream. Second, since Lesson 7 was free, it would be his very last of the term. Hence also for his time of tutelage at The Styx….Summer School excepting. He was seated uncomfortably on the really rough raised ridges with Brenda Smith. His arse still ached from Private Study as she handed him another naughty Note.
Rear-ses are red, balls-ses are blue
pussy’s for poking….and I do love you
Bless….as he pocketed it and hugged her hard. He could have screwed her on the spot. They’d both enjoy the exposure and exhibitionism, but it wouldn’t be politic or polite. Having been one of The Six Knackerers during Year LXXXVIII, he was well aware of her private peccadilloes towards testicles. A blue balls would be something he’d suffer often enough after they were open-married, and hopefully living together in Lancashire? Also as indicated, with a really red raw rear. Then there was a sudden silence in the room, as everyone stood up. He turned towards the devastatingly attractive hourglass figure of Fuck Me Senseless strutting along the aisle. She stood some six foot in stockings, so with her high heels it was markedly more. As almost always for lessons, she was wearing her own alumna, or previous prefect’s uniform.
She stopped at the teacher’s table, setting down her bag of books….together with a whippy Whangee weapon. “Good afternoon everyone,” she said, “do sit down.” He gritted his teeth. “Ohh,” he gasped, duly doing so. “A sore theat, David?” she asked, with her light lisp around the letter E apparent as always. Surely it stood for Enchanting, or any other endearing epithets? “Yes….Lisa….” he replied, with the familiarity afforded to prefects, “….it was some serious swishing during Private Study.” There were several sniggers from around the room.
Then she sat down fetchingly on the edge of her chair, with her basic black strict short shiny skirt spread wide. It enabled everyone who wished to engage in some Spying Up Skirts, and inevitably there were no naughty knickers. On her own admission, she was simply a slut….albeit certainly a spellbinding sort. By common consent she commanded the cutest cunt at the school. “This is your very last lethon at The Styx,” she continued in her captivating contralto tones, “ecthepting everyone attending Summer School. I’ll be in attendance most weeks, and will be offering very adult classeth indeed. Theeth will include practical pointers for poking pussy….mine included, with tips and treats for tools….” if this didn’t increase the application rate, nothing would. Already he could feel his brain drifting away towards Planet Penetration, an outcome of the so-called Sless Syndrome. It reduced mere males’ minds to mush in a matter of minutes.
Desperately, he wrenched his attention back from bonking Bimbos, and was mortified to find almost a quarter of the lesson had mysteriously disappeared, “….but next, I will tell you all about the physiology of flogging. This is theparate from the many psychological factors, which as you’re all aware include studied sadism, humbling and humiliation, put-you-in-your-place punishments, showing some Superiority, and much more. In this connection I’ve brought with me a brand-new cane….” she held it high, “….which ought to be tethted on some taut tusheth….” Oops, “….first of all, can anyone identify its type?” Chalk one up for him, and he raised his hand. “Yeth, David?” she asked, “glad to have you back with us again.” Oh, dear….but at least he wouldn’t be swished for Obvious Oscitation, or inattention. This was a cardinal crime in younger years.
“It’s a So-Sorry-Sir-Ma’am-Malacca-model, the same as I own, Lisa,” he expounded, “which stings seriously….as indeed I can confirm from recent cuts.” Again, there were several sniggers. “Kindly strip starkers, step out here and prethent your posterior,” she replied, “so we can all inspect the evidenth. I’m sure you’ll apprethiate the ecthposure.” Not half….as he shed his clothes, folding them neatly to the floor. Then he padded to the blackboard. “We may as well have you in the Position, David,” she said wryly, “since it will stretch the theat, and show your stripth to betht effect….” slowly, he bent down, “….a neat little bottom, simply Asking for the cane….” so another two dollars in the pot, “….who fancies a free feel….?” there was a short pause, “….a full house, so start at the front benches and work backwards.” Was this his posterior being a passport to payday?
Two dozen fanny fondles later, he was really rather aroused. Then he noticed her nimbly nip off her chair. “Ohh,” he added as she too stroked his stripes, and returned to her previous precarious perch. “How’s David’s distended dick doing?” she asked. “My fancy’s fully formed, Lisa,” he muttered. “Which was simply from stroking your sore theat,” she said, “however here are some physical reasons why spanking can be a thexual stimulant. Pain causes the central nervous system to release endorphins, which generate an opiate-like rethponth in the body. The role of endorphins is to block pain, but can also produce a feeling of euphoria. Many athleeth know this as the runners’ high, of which I’m aware myself, as it’s an activity I engage to keep fully fit.
For physiotherapy and chiropractic purposes, it can also be called the Massage’s Agonising Bliss. In other words, our ecthperienth of pain is more about our brain’s interpretation of the thensation. So whether you like running, massages, chilli, horror movies, a spot of S&M, or something completely different, you’ve probably felt the blurring between pleasure and pain. An interesting physiological phenomenon is the apparent fact how the thexual feelings induced by a spanking are either stronger than, or blot out, the prethenth of pain. While there may be some, physical discomfort adds to, rather than detracts from, the eroticism of this activity.
The female fanny is particularly receptive to thexual response….” he could see several sluts nodding in obvious agreement, including his Missus, “….the rush of blood which a short smart smack will bring to them is sufficient to stimulate an erotic reaction….” she sniffed, “….as used for years by all manner of mere males in unwarranted situations on public transport….” Oh, dear, “….fortunately, the rethently recruited Touch-Up Teams….” based on Burdizzo Babes, “….should addreth the problem of such thecth-pethts touching up Talent on tube trains. Alas, the nearneth of the buttocks to the vaginal entrance greatly contributes to this reaction….” so sometimes a case of Stop It I Like It? “….but when studs suffer some spanks, it’s the short theparation from the theat, scrotum and shaft which is an important factor in the erection.
Blood rushing to the buttocks causes the shaft to swell, much the same as in preparation for penetration. One physiological phenomenon is when the thexual feelings induced by a spanking are either stronger than, or blot out, the prethenth of pain. While there may be some, physical discomfort adds to, rather than detracts from, the eroticism of the activity. An additional anatomical element of ethpethial interetht to the gay guys is how the anal opening shairth some muth’lth with the perineum….a very erogenous area between the anus and the genitalia. During most spankings, this area comes into contact with either the hand or implement used….” she paused after this homily,
“….now we come to the cane. The stroke of the stick on both buttocks together produtheth an entirely different thensation in the theat….in addition to the pain. The brain interprets two sources of stimulation together as particularly pleasurable. It’s the same as when you hold a single source of heat, like a hot water bottle. But two together, with one on each hand, is far more effective….” he’d not considered caning quite in those terms before, but she was quite correct, “….obviously the effect is markedly more pronounced for submissive souls hailing from the CP Dorms….” whose members craved caning at all costs, “….and obviously much leth for any sad souls who are vitriolic vanilla….” those prissy people who only pursued perfectly plain poking, “….but here are two more tricks of the trade. They aren’t intended for ordinary classroom canings, but therious S&M in the sanctity of a study.
Remembering how terribly tender the tush becomes upon receipt of the rattan onto a rear, you could consider tracing your nail….or indeed a Wartenberg Pinwheel, along an aching arse….” Ouch, “….or think about the brutality of spraying the swished seat with water….or during Dowsing Duty, before adding more agonies. Be aware how a wet weapon, or one hitting a hydrogenated hiney….” very witty, “….commands a completely different feel to a flogging….” she giggled girlishly, “….you’ve probably encountered this in past years during Games in wet weather….” his memory wandered away to Nasty Girl, the doyen of derrière discipline, on the Naccarim field. She’d been on horseback and had pulled him through the mud, prior to punishing his posterior. Then there’d been Have A Thrash in similar circumstances.
Once again, he realized more time had passed, and the lovely Lisa was still speaking, “….alas upon attainment of orgasm in the mere male, the element of pain becomth the uppermost thensation in the canee’s brain. As we’re all aware, après-thecth swishing is particularly painful, since it’s no longer thecth-oriented….which is one reason why it’s so spectacularly sucthethful for post poking posterior punishment….” she glanced up at the clock, “….who’d like to help me tetht the theory about a single strike being sufficient to induce an erection? Obviously it’s always been utterly unfair on the fellas to have three for the thrill of a thrashing when it’s anatomy to blame, but this is St Sticks….” again she giggled girlishly, “….but by kind courtesy of Harry Herbert Orwell’s Short Shirts, and also Ava’s Crop Tops, the playing field’s levelled a little….so to speak.”
He peered around, and every hand was raised. “Ecthellent,” she said, “we may run a little late, but it won’t much matter as you’ve no Lethon theven. Everyone should similarly strip starkers, and the bad boys can all take their places in line nectht to David. As he said, a whack with the Whangee weapon stings seriously. I shall be trying to break the sound barrier and obtain Rapid Responses….” which were normally rather rare, “….rather like the Old Hundred Bum-up Challenge.” Which had been….well, quite common today. He waited whilst the other eleven bad boys approached, under no illusions about staying silent. She was brilliant at beating bad boys, and an absolute fiend when it came to the cane. Then she alighted again, and his penis was already pulsing in anticipation of an approaching agony….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” he gasped at the sudden sting….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” gasped Frederick Finch, beside him.
Having hailed from dorm 6C during Year LXXXVIII, Flinch would appreciate it immensely….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” SWISHHHTHWACKKK….so someone had successfully stayed silent….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW.” He waited whilst the whacks progressed, watching his willy. Sure enough, it was fully formed. “Only ten out of twelve,” she mused, “I must be losing my touch. Let me deal with the difficulty….SWISHHHTHWACKKKKK “….OWW,” SWISHHHTHWACKKKKK “….OWW,” he heard from the two refuseniks….FLASHH “….I shall be taking some picturth for posterity from my class of LXXXIX. Stand, studs….and show your shafts to the sluts.” They duly did so, an exhibitionist’s dream as twelve tools strained stratospherically….FLASHH “….all of which prove my previous point about thecthual stimulation. Return to your benches, and stay standing. You may indulge in some stroking shortly….if you wish to wank worthlethly watching the wanton wicked wencheth’ whacks. Now we’ll have the sluts similarly in the Position….spreading their legs.”
He padded back, and waited whilst the guilty girls formed their long line. It would be Brenda Smith in third place, since he’d recognize her adorable arse anywhere. After all, her hiney had been the inaugural winner of the Mrs Shagton Rear Of The Year Award the previous year…. SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” gasped the first floozy….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” gasped his Missus. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned, stroking at the sinful sights of slits and swished schoolgirl seats. It was better than perusal of porn, particularly when pursued in public.
All too soon, the canings were concluded….FLASHH. “Arise,” she ordered, “and we’ll do a naughty nipple inspection.” They duly did so, and it was obvious how they were all aroused….FLASHH “….thank you all for your attendance this afternoon, and throughout the year. I’m sure everyone did their betht at the A-Level ecthams, and hope you all reach your intended dethtinations at University when the rethults arrive. Meantime, here is an offer for all studs not attending Summer School, but would like to….well, stay in touch with me. My pantith are purchasable by post….” there were several sniffs, “….should there be any pathetic panty perverts prethent who enjoy naughty knickers over the nose….” his ears burned, “….since you’re standing, there’s no need to all rise, and I wish everyone an enjoyable evening.”
There was a loud round of applause as she picked up her bag, and strutted out of the room. He glanced up at the clock, which read 3.18pm, so Lesson 6 had indeed overrun. “Are you going straight back to your study, Davy?” asked his Missus as she returned, and started dressing. “No, Bren,” he replied, “I have to speak to The SS. I’ll call in tomorrow morning, so we can sit together for final assembly. Are your parents collecting you afterwards?” She shook her head. “I have to travel home by train,” she said, “In which case,” he replied, “I can offer you a lift to TanningtowN JunctioN, in Digger’s Roller. It’ll save you the walk along the carriage drive.”
She licked her lips. “Who’s the attraction there, Davy?” she asked. “It’s a so-called business luncheon,” he replied, “with Strict Sarah. But we can work on the wedding invitation list, since several people have already asked. As it’s to be in the open air, we can be fairly flexible about numbers….” he winked once, “….if it’s raining….well, the Wet Look is itself a further form of fetish.” She giggled girlishly, “We might meet beforehand,” she said, “since we’ll both be signed up to Summer School for week 5….though I’ll have had a fortnight. I’ll be playing In The Pink for week 4, but afterwards as pretty prefect, so I shall swish you soundly on any Senior Swaps.” Oo..er, yes MA’AM. “I’m looking forward to your floggings immensely….Ma’am,” he muttered, collecting Sexy Sammy’s cane from the desk, and picking up his pile of clothes. “I’ll go as I am,” he said, “since it’ll save time.”
She sniggered softly. “Nothing at all to do with incorrigible exhibitionism?” she suggested. “Perish the thought,” he replied, padding towards the door. Outside it was quite quiet, since Lesson 7 had started. Inevitably, there were sounds of swishing, almost certainly BCNU beatings. Bare Canings, No Uniform, as indeed he’d suffered in all subjects at this time last year. Be Seein’ You Sir….or Ma’am, he mused, entering the first of the long, dark cold corridors which would take him to the Administration wing. So this was it for school….well, lessons at least, since there were still several other interesting items.
Several minutes later he reached the entrance hall, and started up the empty stone steps. They weren’t echoing from his steps since he was barefoot, but distant discipline still sounded. They he reached the Level 1 landing, and continued along The Headmaster’s Corridor. This would probably be the last time he’d be doing so until Summer School. How many times had he reported here for the rattan? It was a LOT, though mostly during his proper period In The Pink. However there’d been several other swishing sessions this year, notable the Apocryphal Scholar Saturdays.
Iain Terrence Hayter, M.A. (Oxon)
Headmaster
Susan Sweet
School Secretary
The green overhead warning light was illuminated and the door wide open, so he stepped straight inside. “Hello, Sue,” he said, Ogling Obviously Over her as she sat at her desk. As always she was wearing the recommended Tanningtown style standard leather business suit for lovely Ladies….white, for administrative Staff. She lowered her horn-rimmed glasses, which he now knew were worn only for effect. “So it’s a starkers Shagger,” she said warmly, “I’m glad you’re here….” it was good to be wanted, “….since I can give you the details of your so-called business luncheon tomorrow in Tanningtown. By kind courtesy of Sir Digby Vaillance, Peter Purvis is booked in at noon with Strict Sarah, meeting at her home. The agreed half-price deal was a gross new pounds with payment on arrival, and he’ll give his chauffeur the address. She asked what was wanted in foreplay, so he suggested exhibitionism, public humiliation, discipline and bondage.”
He certainly had his number. “I once ended up on the rotating roundel in the Publyc Dyſplay,” he said, “which is a Shop Window, Amsterdam seedy street style, in The Tanningtown Toweren.” A Noe Telle hotel. “I expect you’ll enjoy your erotic assignation,” she said, “was there anything else right now?” She licked her lips, and looked down. “I’m officially surrendering my Cunt Casanova Key,” he said, rummaging in his jacket pocket and handing it over, “rather than run the risk of walking off with it by mistake.” Or on purpose, as indeed his Mentor had done many years previously. “Thanks, Shagger,” she said, “I’ll sign it in….” she licked her lips, “….are we done?”
He shook his head. “I’ve a favour to ask….” he said, and saw her smile, “….no….not the Other….” she looked disappointed, “….could you kindly store Sexy Sammy’s favourite four-footer until September….” he dropped it down onto the desk, “….and pass it on to my third cousin, Harry Herbert Orwell, with my love and best swishes. I haven’t told him, although it’s not secret.”
She nodded. “Certainly, Shagger,” she said, “being Wednesday, it’s Miss Whiplash….” her six Sesquipedalian Sequential Suitor Service Sessions. They ran from 6.15pm to 11.15pm, with four further fuckers from 4am….which took the total tools to ten, “….H2O’s having the sixth slot….” lucky lad, “….so I’ll mention it afterwards….” on the night shift, sleeping with her until changeover time, “….his seven inches of circumcised sin are so much like yours….and your philandering father’s….” never compare cute cunts, as according to his unofficial Tutress, the teacher Alice Tetsworth. But somehow the reverse rule didn’t apply, and the lovely Ladies duly did so about distended dicks, “….my quarter past seven slot’s suddenly free, since Squeamish has gone down with a migraine. I was half-hoping you’d be able to take it, although as a Cunt Casanova it’s asking a lot.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Sue,” he said, “since I’m attending the final Prefects VD class at six….” she smiled, evidently knowing something he didn’t, “….and then I’m meeting Sir Digby Vaillance at the Dorm wings to start my Farewell Foursomes. But there’s still Summer School….and perhaps dad might not mind taking the same week? We’d have seven days available with you to be sinful scholars….perhaps even as a traditional threesome?”
She smiled. “Promises,” she said, “and prior to your wedding….to which I hope to receive an invitation….?” he nodded, “….I hope you like Lancashire….” so did he, “….but please don’t forget me, following our two happy years together. Maybe you might manage something during your February flings….when you make The Ice Maiden along with Relay, and then The Pirate?” It seemed his conjugal calls were completely common knowledge in the Staff room. “Certainly, Sue,” he said, “but now you’ll have to excuse me, since I suppose I should start packing.” She too mouthed him a kiss, and his heart fluttered….followed by a penis pulsing.
He padded out of her office, and retreated back to the Level 1 landing. Then it was down the empty echoing stone steps, reverberating as always to the rattan elsewhere in the building. At the base, he started into the first of the long, dark cold corridors. But what was the smile about, when he’d mentioned VD class? His memory turned towards the cost of coitus, and as a result to his morning session….which hadn’t been particularly pleasant. It had been with Hyacinth Plinth, his former Geography teacher from Year LXXXVIII. He’d long since suspected she’d fancied him, and had succeeded in signing herself onto his Cute Cunt Calendar. ‘Shagger,’ she’d said at the outset, ‘my perversions aren’t popular, so it’s always been my practice to pay for penis….” really? “….even in my twenties, I’d take toyboys. Sir Digby Vaillance has kindly given me your banking details, so I’ve made a transfer of sixdy guineas into your account….the going rate for the job of a gigolo.’
He’d started by stripping starkers, and then they’d adjourned outside onto the grass by the main entrance hall. She’d trussed him tight like a turkey, from top to toe and testicles. Then she’d added some Snuff Stuff, which HAD been strangely stimulating. She’d wanted to wee all over him, and finally he’d fainted. When he’d come to, all alone, he found he’d cum….too. Also, he’d been raped by some sort of strap-on dildo delivered up his derrière. It was probably best she hadn’t divulged the dirtier details of her deviances. In addition to an aching anus, his whole hiney had hurt horribly, since it seemed he’d still suffered a Caning For Cunt whilst completely comatose. He’d struggled back to his study for a soothing shower, and some suitable salve.
Now he reached the entrance hall for the Prefect’s Study wing, and started up the first of the six flights. All right….maybe Ava Frasch HAD been right, and her Curricular Correction Classes on the Prefects Placement Programme HAD helped to keep him in condition. “Huhh,” he huffed, passing the Level 5 landing. This evening it should be the last time he’d need to make this complete climb….unless his fearsome fagmaster to be at Summer School had been allocated a study on Level 6? Alas, he could see Sue Sweet doing it on purpose. Then he continued down into the depths of the gloomy corridor. It would only be a few days before his cherished plate was consigned to history
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David Shagton
Quis illum sceleratum fuisse putavisset
Who Would Have Thought He Was A Rascal, he translated as always, and padding inside. Uh..huh….since his study wasn’t empty. “Hello, Davy….” said his philandering father, dressed in a very stylish black suit. But then, he always did dress well, when it….well, suited him, “….I took the Note off your door, since it seemed past its sell by date.” Very reasonable. “Thanks, dad,” he replied, setting down his pile of clothes by the door, “so who exactly are you doing here today….or night?” What wit….as George Shagton smiled slightly.
“I’m enjoying your Leetle Vrench Vancy at eight o’clock this evening,” he said, “and tomorrow morning it’ll be Nurse Crusher. She seems to have a….well, bit of a crush on me….” so honours were equal with the wit, “….but the fun foreplay will start at six….” how so? “….with Prefect’s VD Class….” snap, “Me too, dad,” he interjected, “….since Joyce will be role-playing la maîtresse anglaise….” Oo..er….yes Madame, “….complete with French flogger….” Ouch, “….as is indeed common custom in their country. If you wish, I’ll reserve you a place….although she expects business to be sufficiently brisk to warrant a second session. So I’ll have to cool my heels for an hour as a result.” He shook his head. “Yes please, dad,” he replied, “now it’s my turn for the good deed. I’ve just been speaking to The SS, who hopes to hump you before the end of term. She’s had a cancellation this evening by Aristotle Squamish….one of your successors from The six canees….” dorm 6C, as mentioned by the lovely Lisa, “….in the serendipity stakes it’s a goody, since it’s the quarter past seven slot. She offered it to me, but alas I’m on Monitor duty this evening for Farewell Foursomes.” His father smiled widely,
“Thanks, Davy,” he said, “I’ll pop across to her office shortly. But first….the purpose of my visit to you right now….” he’d been hoping they’d reach this eventually? “….OHW 6M is in the Visitors’ car park, so your and Lyn’s lifts home are assured.” He shook his head. “The luggage carrying capability’s most appreciated, dad,” he said, “but I’ve a….well, business luncheon tomorrow in Tanningtown. Sue Sweet will tell all, if you ask. I’ll take the train back to Lechhampton from there when I’m finished.” His father smiled widely. “I smell skulduggery, Davy,” he said, “so enjoy your sinful sojourn. What’s her name?” He licked his lips, “She’s Strict Sarah, dad,” he replied, “a professional prostitute….sorry, enviable escort, whose pussy’s paid by my Patron. He’s also loaning me a Roller for the ride, enabling me to leave in some style.”
His father winked once. “Best swishes, Davy,” he said, “however there’s the minor matter of tomorrow’s evening dinner….” what about it? “….on previous occasions there’s been a pussy pile-up on the premises….” quite correct, “….with three sinful schoolgirls anxiously awaiting your return….and being most miffed when you were waylaid. So I’m suggesting we offer out a romantic candle-lit dinner, with naked waiter service. We might make it eight o’clock, which would allow you plenty of recovery time.”
He thought it through. “With just me on duty, dad?” he asked at length. “I was thinking more like us both,” he said slyly….so not altogether altruism? “It’s a deal, dad,” he said, “as I’d already suggested something similar to my senior fag, although not for tomorrow. I’ll screw The Straight Slut, since I’m bonking both Bitches this evening….” his father interrupted, “Davy’s distended dick’s due to do all dorm 6K….as according to your Cute Cunt Calendar,” was nothing sacred? “….which will allow you a Bi-some threesome with Mitches and Ritches. But don’t worry about meeting me at the station, since I’ll take a taxi home. It’ll enable you to concentrate on the cooking.” Also the cute cunts which were….well, coming. Then he had another thought.
“Do you know Primula Proffer’s next door neighbour, dad….?” he asked, “No….whistle it to me,” he replied wittily, “….by which I mean Mad Madam Min at № 7 ALSASIAN ALLEY, not Free Fi at № 11.” He shook his head. “Being a Happy Hooker, she’s not on my books, Davy,” he said. “I was introduced to her socially, dad,” he explained, “as an appreciative audience, whilst I was whipped in Leopard-skin Lucy’s back garden. I promised her such a dinner, with more naked waiter service, and no sex necessary. But with all your culinary expertise, I wonder whether I might prevail upon you?” His philandering father smiled.
“Always happy to help, Davy,” he replied, “what are father’s for, after all….?” pandering to professional prostitutes probably wasn’t what most people would have in mind? “….leave everything packed ready in your study,” he continued, “I’ll take it down to the car myself, since we’re not short of time. Lyn and I will stop off for lunch en route.” He smiled. “With a Slight Snack, dad?” he asked sourly using his parent’s in-joke. “Indeed,” he agreed amiably, “and since it’s a Strict Sirs session, she’ll enjoy the experience immensely….” at The Stern Master, as it would be, “….I’ll look forward to later, Davy. By the way….all detainees are to be in the altogether.” Better yet.
“Another thing, dad,” he said, “I’m signing up for Summer School. I hope you and Mum will be able to take the same week….the one before my wedding? Maybe we could even share the same fearsome fagmaster? Obviously I’m happy to be junior fag, however you can if preferred, being better at cooking.” His father nodded happily. “Wonderful, Davy,” he said, “I’ve been looking forward to playing with you publicly for so long. I’ve several Superior Sirs in mind, so I’ll discuss it with Sue when I….well, screw her soon. It really WILL be my lucky day, sessioning with two Miss Whiplashes.” Hopefully, he’d have sufficient semen to service both sluts….which applied markedly more to himself? His philandering father waved once, and strode out of the study. Then he slipped the robe over his shoulders. “Ohh,” he gasped, sitting down….since now he’d need another naughty Note.
Mitches – finish the ironing, and start packing my suitcases….excepting my basic black, plus pink bowtie and high heels. Leave all the porn in the second drawer down of the bedside cabinet. I’ll do the shower room tomorrow. Clear everything off my back wall and pack it into the holdall just delivered….excepting my standard cane. Being your dorm’s retiring Patron, you’re in luck for a fuck this evening. I intend to try and equal Leg It’s record, with a subsequent stroke in the shower. Also, tell your three favourite friends to meet you at my house tomorrow for dinner at 8pm, with naked waiter service provided by both my philandering father and me. He’d appreciate a Bi-some threesome afterwards. I’ll take Tracy’s twat, having humped you and Ritches this evening. Kelly – kindly prepare dinner for two, and leave it ready for my final Shagger’s Supper at 5pm. Leave me be, since I need a nap for now. xxx
This one he’d leave lying on the table, since they’d see it easily enough. He took out his pink high heels and bowtie from a wardrobe, and stacked them tidily on his bedside cabinet. Then he lay down gratefully on his tummy and closed his eyes.
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