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.
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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“YEEE..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” he yelped, “thank you, MA’AM.”
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“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.
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“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.
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“YEEE..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” he yelped, “thank you, MA’AM.”
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“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.
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