Final Full Day
Æons later it seemed, he straightened slowly for the last time, and staggered unsteadily back to the bed. The noble knight was finishing dressing, even as he replaced his shower robe. “Huhh….thank you for a good going-away present, girls,” he said, “I shall always remember The Knackies with fondness….huhh….I wish you all well, and look forward to next February for the first of my conjugal calls back to my alma mater….huhh.” There were six smiles. “Don’t stint yourself, Sir,” said the dorm captain, “especially if you’ve some surplus semen, since MY birthday’s on 28th March.”
He shrugged, “It should be one whack for Soliciting,” he said, “but you can have it on the house, and I’ll make an entry in my Cute Cunt Calendar.” She smiled. “Thank you, Sir,” she said, opening her wardrobe, “now it’s time to show young’un your gift of a brown leather body harness, plus bridle and bit. This is where he finds out how being ridden round the room under balls bondage works….” the younger year shivered, perhaps in anticipation of a beautiful bare bottom on his back, “….if he enjoys equestrienne entertainments, he can apply to our successors in title next term, since the stuff stays here….” as indeed he’d said when he’d donated it all to the dorm, “….alternatively, he’s welcome to approach us in dorm 5K next term when we’re The Knackerers, for further fun and frolics….” she smiled, “….the offer goes for Governors, too.” Which should by rights be a second stroke.
“Let’s go, Digger….” he said as he saw Wavy Willy’s clothes casually thrown out of a window by Marta Hari, “….as they’ve done the defenestration, they’ll keep him here until half past nine. Then he can have a Curfew Caning from one of my prefect peers.” They continued together towards the dorm door, and stepped outside….SMACKK “….MMMM,” they heard as it closed behind them. “Thanks for your usual diplomacy about our lunchtime swishing session, Shagger,” he said, as they retraced their steps, “since I wouldn’t want everyone and his Aunty to be aware of my domestic disciplines….and difficulties….” they reached the Level 1 landing again, and started up the next flight, “….somehow I can see myself attending dorm 5K next term….” reflectively, he cupped his crotch, “….isn’t it an unbelievably erotic experience to be knackered naked by six sinful schoolgirls? Professional prostitutes have their place, but The Knackies are something else again.”
They reached the Level 3 landing, and this time took a counter-clockwise course. It was as his Mentor had maintained, with a little lævorotatorial leaning, into the fourth quadrant of the quadrangle corridor. “Things will be different with our second destination, Digger,” he said as they passed Dorm 5S with The Str♀kers, “since they aren’t disciplinary Dommes.”
Dorm 5P
The Pliants
Pubic and Posterior Punishments Please
“The extra motto wasn’t there the last time I looked,” he said, “although I may have missed it. But I do recognize the handwriting, since it’s my sinful Sister’s. It certainly says everything one needs to know about the dorm’s dalliances….and deviances. I daresay it’ll stay for their successors. Barring any career changes, which isn’t likely, this lot will all be upstairs in dorm 6P. It appears the newly confirmed Cunt Casanova Edward Wick will be Patron for the Six Punishees, when they’ll be Wicked’s W♀nders….the same as The Shagger S♀ciety. Obviously the latter will duly disappear tomorrow….for good.” The noble knight nodded.
“Such a shame, Shagger,” he said, “but you’ve plenty of other ways with which to be remembered. You’ve certainly made your mark on St Sticks….” as indeed the school had on him, “….if ever there were sweet subbies who crave caning at all costs, they’re here. I’m really looking forward to flogging their fannies and fancies….and I daresay they are as well….” most likely, “….but I rather recall your sinful Sister’s fagging this year….as a new nix? Is she let off this evening?” He shook his head. “This is St Sticks,” he replied, “the caning centre of the known universe, so the dose of discipline is duly doubled. I doubt it matters much in her case….or to her dorm captain, who’s in a similar situation.” He pushed open the door, and followed the noble knight inside. This time, there were six naughty nudes lying on their beds, ready for what-for.
They’d probably also be available for what-ho, as he’d suggested earlier to his Patron. “Good evening, everyone,” he said, “Sir Digby Vaillance has volunteered to vapulate you vivacious vixens….” he smiled, “….in view of your new motto, this can either be with conventional caning, or cuts to the crotch….” there were several squeals of delight, “….place a pillow across the bed, and position your posterior or pussy for punishment. I’ll take beds A to C, and Digger can do F to D….starting with Gnash and Bend Over. They can state their full names later….then it’s the luscious Lynda. We’ll be working with the Rapid Responses, so there’s no need for cut counts, affirmations or salutations….although contrition at the close will be welcome.” The noble knight could swish his sinful Sister’s slit….or seat, whichever she sought. “Dorm captain’s privilege to go first, Natalie….” he said to the occupant of bed A. Her raised rear was ready for receipt of the rattan, “….staccato style….all together.”
Swishhhthwackkkk Swishhhthwackkkk Swishhhthwackkkk Swishhhthwackkkk
“YEOWW..OWWW..OWWW..WOWW….thank you for my Farewell Foursome, Sir. I know I needed it.” As he moved towards bed B, he could see similar swishing from across the dorm….Swishhthwackkk “….Ahh,” gasped Gillian Gnash, always an AH girl. “So it’s Cunnie Punnie for you two terrors?” he asked of the Eye Candy Twins, both lying on their backs with legs spread. “Please, Sir,” said Pretty Petty, “I’d like a couple of cuts to the cunt….and then try two to the tits. I’ll stretch my naughty nipples, and you can lay the cane on the sensitive spot just below. Somehow a single simultaneous strike is particularly pleasurable pain.”
Chalk one up for the lovely Lisa. “Oooh,” moaned Petula Eyton-Canley in anticipation as he stroked the stick along her slit….Swishthwack “….OOOH….” Swishthwack “….OOOH,” she moaned, as an OO girl. Then he padded between their beds and took aim at her excellent upstairs assets….Swishthwack “….OOOH….” Swishthwack “….OOOH….I appreciate it so much, Sir,” she repeated as he turned around towards bed C…. Swishhhthwackkkk “….Yikes….thank you for my Farewell Foursome, Sir,” he heard from Bella Wendover.
“The same again?” he asked of Firm Fern, already holding her particularly pert pair in like fashion. “Three to the tits please, and conclude with a cut to the cunt, Sir,” she said…. Swishthwack “….OOOH….” Swishthwack “….OOOH,” Swishthwack “….OOOH,” moaned Fern Eyton-Canley identically, as he moved to the end of the bed…. Swishthwack “….OOOH….FUCK,” she added, “it gets me just there….well, it DID get me just there, Sir. Thank you for my Farewell Foursome, but perhaps one more for the Vulgarity.” Swishthwack “….OOOH,” she added.
“It’s not fair, Sir,” muttered her twin, “now Sis has had more than me.” Easily addressed as Arguing, as he took six steps back to bed B…. Swishthwack “….OOOH,” she moaned at another cut to the crotch, “THANK you, SIR.” He glanced down the dorm, and saw his Sister’s slit swished….Swishthwack “….OHHH….thank you so much for my Farewell Foursome, SIR. Rest assured I’m always available for action, and only ask a hot shower in exchange.” There were several sniggers. “I suggest another stroke for Soliciting, Digger,” he called out….Swishthwack “….OHHH….it stings so GOOD,” she moaned, always having been an OH girl. Whether any of this had even been a punishment was debateable?
“I’ll leave Digger to make his selection,” he said, “always assuming we have any volunteers….” six hands were raised, so for the serious stud, St Sticks was certainly superb….SNAPP….he snapped his fingers in the manner of the noble knight, “….will someone fetch me some water.” The dorm captain duly disappeared in the direction of the shower room. “I’ll take the two tempters in beds B and C,” he said, even as three faces fell, “basically because I’ve always enjoyed bonking twins together as a Bi-some threesome….especially when I can watch them at work in the sixdy nine position….” a familiar fellas’ fantasy, “….but not to worry, lovely Ladies. There’s always next term, when I presume you’ll have been promoted to dorm 6P? I’m happy to help with your naughty needs, and as someone suggested, the water in my study is always hot.”
Then Naughty Natty returned, and handed him a glass. He rummaged in his pocket and put the prescription pill into his mouth. Then he swallowed it with the water. “Needs must,” he said, “since my shaft has some serious screwing shortly. I shall try to equal Chris Leggett’s record, who you may know was one of the foremost Cunt Casanovas from Year LXXXVII. He once did a dorm full of deviant damsels, followed by a stroke and a spunk under the shower.” There were six sniggers. “Now you’re simply showing off, Shagger,” said his Patron, “but I like your style. You can be away, but I’ll stay to sort out my beat sheet first.” He started towards the door, and turned. “Lyn,” he called out, “I forgot to tell you….dad’s already here with the car. He’ll help you home tomorrow, and with all our luggage.”
She pulled a face. “I don’t suppose he’s staying celibate tonight, Sir,” she suggested. “No,” he agreed, “he’s spending the night with Lady Joyce D’Aragon, who’s currently role-playing The English Mistress.” The noble knight nodded. “I agree she’s made for the part, Shagger,” he muttered. Most likely, he’d sampled her slit for himself. Then he retraced his steps, with another two flights upwards. “Huhh,” he huffed, reaching the Level 5 landing and taking the conventional clockwise course. Very soon he was exactly two floors above The Knackies.
Dorm 6K
the six Knackerers
The Shagger S♀ciety
He pushed open the door and padded inside to see six sluts sitting starkers. “Welcome, Sir,” said Sharon Schweppes, “we’ve spent the past hour diddling ourselves dotty with the dorm dildos, so we’re really randy. Bags I first fuck, as dorm captain.” He handed his senior fag the cane, took off his shower robe and folded it neatly to the floor. “There’s the not-so minor matter of all my Sex Thrashings,” he said, “you’ve all had your Caning Training during General Studies, so you’re qualified caners. I hope you’ll all be gracious, and allow me a quantity….well, dis-cunt, as indeed do The Terrier Twins?”
There were six sniggers. “I think we might manage half-price….Shagger,” said Schhh, “thus three each….except for Holly “….who was worth taking twelve taps to the tush, “….so hers will be six.” It would still be a nasty ninedeen, or twenty one today in old money, but not all at once. “Thank you, Shaz,” he said, “for my Private Beat Sheet, I’ll assume it was three from each of you….if Mitches can kindly tell me tomorrow morning who applied the extras? I’ll work my wicked way around the room….starting with bed A, as requested. Swishing whilst screwing will help me hump….with some nice knackering of nuts….” obviously they were well qualified, “….please place your pillows across the bed, as it’ll also assist the angle of attack. Obviously you’re welcome to watch, and take as many pictures as you wish for posterity….” and the Camera Club, “….I’ll use the Rapid Responses, and please take it as read how much I appreciate my Cute Cunt Club.”
He took several steps to where Sharon Schweppes was waiting with a wide smile. He knelt on the bed between her spread legs, and presented his pulsing penis to her pussy. “Uhhh….” she moaned as it passed her labial lips. “….Mmmm….” she added as he lay flat and kissed her, “….Uhhh….uhhh….uhhh.” Now her fancy was fully fucked….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Oww….UHHH….AHHH,” he gasped as the stroke and squeeze of his scrotum coincided with the screw….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Oww….UHHH….AHHH,” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Oww….UHHH….AHHH.” Presumably it was a team effort? “UHHH….Shagguhhhh….I’m coming already….YESS….YESS.” Her exertions pushed him over the edge. “YESS….YESS,” he repeated, “I’m spurting.” So one down….but a further five fuckable floozies to follow.
Tempus Fugit or Time Flies, as it always did when one was having fun. He’d allowed Sharon Schweppes the little luxury of prick-licking, given her fondness for fellatio from famous fellas. Richella Ruth Rhodes had been next in bed B, complete with its faulty mattress springs. They’d been broken for Brenda Smith too, since this had once been hers. But The 3R’s was another OO girl and also a spunk slut, who’d swallowed some shed semen. Next it was Natalie Falmouth in bed C, a nice bit of rough. “Fuck….UHHH….fuck….UHHH….” said Foul Mouth in her usual forthright fashion “….fuck….UHHH….Shagger….UHHH….fuck my fucking cunt….UHHH….” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Oww….UHHH….AHHH,” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Oww….UHHH….AHHH,” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Oww….UHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, “….FUCK ME YOU BIG BASTARD….UHHH….OMG my fucked cunt’s cumming already….FUCK….FUCK….YESS….YESS.” Good enough, “YESS….YESS,” he gasped as he spunked his third slit….halfway house
He’d poked the particularly pretty Jane Boeing in bed D, followed by Mitchell Mary Murphy in bed E who was a similar spunk slut. There was no doubt about how it was becoming more difficult to perform. The only remaining holdout was Holly Totton, who he’d found handcuffed to bed F. She’d always been a bit of a bondage babe. “Is this rape, Shagger?” she murmured invitingly. “I hope so….uhhh,” he confirmed, tackling her terrifically tight twat. At least it would be excellent friction for the fuck. “UHHH….rape me….UHHH….rape me….UHHH,” she moaned. It was certainly consensual, so he shouldn’t end up in jail if….well, push came to shove.
“Violate my vulva….UHHH….fuck your forceful fancy….UHHH….screw your straining shaft….UHHH….” she moaned again and again, “….YESS….YESS….YESS.” Success in every packet, but he still needed to spurt….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Oww….UHHH….AHHH,” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Oww….UHHH….AHHH,” Swishhhthwackkkk “….Oww….UHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, “hit me harder….and someone see if they can squeeze some semen….” SWISHHTHWACKKK “….OWWW….UHHH….AYEEEEE….” SWISHHTHWACKKK “….OWWW….UHHH….AYEEEEE….” SWISHHTHWACKKK “….OWWW….UHHH….AYEEEEE….me balls….HEEE….UHHH….YESS….YESS.”
Then he waited whilst the room stopped revolving, and his soft shaft had slipped out. “I should finish with some stroking in the shower room,” he said to nobody in particular, whilst padding down the dorm with a wobbly washed-out detachment. Not for the first time he felt some sympathy for Charlie Croker. He was Michael Caine’s crooked character in the ancient 1960’s film flick The Italian Job, after an orgy of excess? Inside he knelt, and started to stroke.
Several minutes later, he wasn’t getting anywhere, since the succession of six screws had taken their toll on his tool….Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped as a French flogger suddenly struck his shoulders squarely. “Georgie Boy mentioned your ideas of Indecent Intent, Shaggerr,” said la maîtresse anglaise, “so I thought I’d be nosy and check up on how you’re doing….” but what about his dastardly dad? “….he’s….well, hanging around somewhere in my study….” so HER apparently mind reading abilities were working well. But it was probably the hard way, on a wall? “….I’ve been eavesdropping over your erotic efforts….” Oops, “….onwards from the fourth floozy. It seemed you slowed somewhat at the sixth slit, but the strokes successfully secured some supplies….” about right, “….obviously as a prefect, there’s been no actual violations….at least of the school rules….” discounting the violated vulvæ, “….would sight of some slit assist with your seventh spurt, Shaggerr?” she asked.
“Most certainly, Ma’am,” he muttered. “I warned you earlier about Stroking At Slits,” she said sternly, as she spread her legs, “so we’ll continue with your wheeping, whilst you wank worthlessly.” Might this be weeping? Thwackk “….Ahhh….fuck your leetle Vrench vancy….uhhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….screw your slit….uhhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….I want your cunt….UHHH,” Thwackk “….Ahhh….I deserve discipline from The English Mistress….UHHH….” Thwackk “….AHHH….FUCK….FUCK….I’m spurting….UHHH….” THWACKK THWACKK THWACKK “….YESS....YESS.” He prostrated himself in the Position of Penance, one well-worthy of worship. “Thank you, Ma’am,” he muttered. “I’m afraid there was very little to show for all your efforts, Shaggerr,” she said, peering at some small spots of secreted semen, “but lick it up anyway….” he duly did so, “….and I’ll escort you downstairs. Best be back to your study soon, before the beneficial effects of Manley’s pill wear off completely.”
Shakily he stood, already acutely aware of how right she was. In a few minutes’ time, he’d be a walking wreck. Slumping slightly on her shoulders, they returned to the main dorm, where once again dildos appeared to be in action. “Don’t be late tomorrow morning, Mitches,” he muttered as they passed by bed E, however she was well away on Planet Pleasuring. He replaced his shower robe, collected his cane, and together they stepped out into the quadrangle corridor. “Did you happen to swing past The Six Sneaks on your way here, Madame?” he asked, “since it seems Wanker Boy Will is trying the same trick with Shanks’ Ponies.” She sniggered. “I did, Shaggerr,” she replied, “as I was aware of his impending amoral actions. His Lines were Perhaps my point will poke all my Ponies’ pussies presently?” A bit of a giveaway, as they reached the Level 5 landing, and started down the empty stone steps. For once they weren’t echoing apart from the clicking of her boots, which must mean it wasn’t yet 9.30pm? With an increasing effort, he reached the base and slowly they passed the empty Curfew Monitor’s desk.
The long dark cold corridors were exactly so, as they continued their journey in silence. Frankly, he wasn’t up to much more scintillating conversation. Then there was the parting of the ways. “I’m sorry to love and leave you, Shaggerr,” she said softly, “but Sue Sweet said you’d signed up for Summerr School, so I look forward to August….” she wiggled away along the corridor towards the Staff Study wing, “….with further flogging for Staring At Seats….again.” He shivered slightly. “Any time, Ma’am,” he muttered, taking the other route. Walking was becoming an increasing effort, yet he still had another six flights of steps in the Prefects’ Study wing. He reached the entrance hall, and started his trek. “Huhh….huhh,” he huffed, only half way up the first flight. Throwing every effort into the fray, he reached Level 4, holding the handrail for support. The longer he left it, the worse it would be, so with grim determination he started again.
After an age, he reached the Level 6 landing, and padded down into the depths. He was minded by the mathematical construct of his own making, the Cunt At Infinity. Although he’d screwed his six slits, the one in his imagination belonged to la maîtresse anglaise. It was still desperately desirable….yet utterly unattainable. Æons later he reached study 24, fortunately with his door still wide open. He staggered inside, dropping the robe and cane onto the floor. Then he took several steps forward and all but collapsed onto his bed. Hopefully he’d have a full night’s sleep before a pretty partner awoke him in the morning….whoever she might be? Until then he was absolutely, as Have A Thrash would say, out for the cunt. Gratefully, he closed his eyes and an exhausted oblivion followed only seconds later.
To be continued……
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