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The previous prefect David Shagton awoke, wondering where he was? It didn’t seem to be his study, or indeed anyone else’s. Then he recalled how he’d travelled home several days ago for the summer holidays. So he was now an august alumnus, or sometime scholar of St Stricktlands School. Even so, he wasn’t in his bedroom.
More memories returned, and he remembered how he’d been staying overnight at № 67 SIDE STREET. It had been in the convivial company….and cute cunt called Veronica Bickington. She’d once been a shrinking violet, which was what happened whenever one was presented with a pulsing penis. She’d suffered from repressed guilt, stemming from her long-departed schooldays. These hang-ups he’d been happy to handle, with a role-played Headmaster’s hits to her hiney.
He glanced up at the wall clock, and saw it was somehow 8.12am. This was most unlike him, since his body clock normally awoke him at 6am sharp. He’d suffered Rise And Shine at this unearthly hour for a whole year, and it had stayed set in his subconscious. Possibly his lassitude was due to his erotic excursions, exertions and excretions of the previous evening with Icky Bicky? Her nickname was based upon an old abbreviation….the Insurance Corporation of British Columbia, in Western Canada.
Suddenly the door opened and his Hostess emerged, carrying a tray. His penis pulsed, since she was once again wearing part of the Keysell costume, named after the TV presenter. Vision On was an antiquated children’s TV programme from the 1970’s, still available in the annals of AudioVisual Record. There was a brunette beehive wig, which portrayed her perfectly. Apart from the matching boots, she wore a tightly-fitting striped stretch top, with the same three quarter sleeves he recognized so well. It went down to her waist….which was it. “Good morning, Shagger,” she said, as he sat up, “I’ve brought you a brief breakfast….some cereal, together with the tea and toast ticket….” she set it onto his lap, and shimmied onto the bed. Then she knelt facing him, with her legs wide apart. “Ohh,” he moaned, engaging in some serious Staring At Slits. “I’m glad you’ll be good to go again,” she said, following his eyes, “since I want a second screw.”
He took a sip of tea. “As I told you, my Mother kindly applied an advance Sex Thrashing of six strokes yesterday afternoon, in accordance with your cunt currency,” he said, “so at present we’re all square. Since you can’t wield the weapon, I suggest we slip next door. Then I’ll ask The Good Doctor to dish some more discipline.” She licked her lips, as he started his cereal. “I agree, Shagger,” she replied, “although I want to watch your whacks. So when you’ve eaten, we’ll go as we are….with just a teensy bit more public exposure, from my house to hers.” He shrugged, since she’d quite clearly became an incorrigible exhibitionist. However he was the same, so challenging her sordid stance would be a tad hypocritical.
He took more tea, and started on the toast ticket. “I almost forgot,” she said, removing two envelopes from underneath her jersey, “here’s your mail.” He blinked. “But I don’t live here….” he started to say, as she handed them over. Then his voice trailed off, as the reason became apparent. They were both from St Stricktlands School, and addressed to Mr and Mrs G Shagton at 8 Acacia Avenue. Each also included Iain Terrence Hayter’s preferred motto, of Putting the oo into school. They also carried embossed rubber stamps, which he’d seen before in similar circumstances:
Item damaged in transit
and officially re-sealed
The Post Office
“So you’ve been up to your old tricks again, Icky?” he asked sourly, as she hung her head. “I simply couldn’t help it….Sir,” she said leadingly, and inviting posterior punishment, “they arrived into the sorting office late on Saturday afternoon….” thus for delivery this morning, owing to lack of such service on Sundays, “….and they were saying Open Me….so I did.” He shrugged. “So what’s in them?” he asked, “since you obviously already know.” She smiled, as he set the tray down to the floor. “One is Lynda’s….” doubtless her Discipline and Academic Reports, “….however the second contains your A-Level results.”
He gaped at her, since this wasn’t the scenario he’d been expecting. In his mind’s eye he’d been at home, with his Mother waving the letter at him in accusatory fashion. “Did I pass?” he croaked, gripping the bedcovers. This had been his waking nightmare for nearly two years. It would determine his future, and whether he’d be taking his place at University in the autumn? “I’m afraid you flunked,” she said sadly, “two grade Gs for ghastly, and one H for horrible.” His world crumbled. “NO,” he gasped, in mental misery.
Now it would be plan B, as a prospective porn star. It seemed his neat little bottom would HAVE to be his passport to payday after all. Alternatively, his personal demon pointed out, Panty Pervert Pete could live a life of crime. At least with a resultant twenty year jail term he wouldn’t need to worry about living expenses….although the sting in the tail at the end of it all would be an appointment with Ball Busta Bertha and her Scrotum Smasher. But surely this was all fiction, and from the realms of dreamland?
Then he saw she was smiling. “They don’t do grades G and H,” he said gratingly, “I should spank your seat soundly.” She licked her lips. “So what’s stopping you….Sir,” she said, as he leaned forward and pulled her roughly across his lap. “OOH….SIR,” she squealed, “you’re so Masterful, Sir.” SMACKK SMACKK “….Ooh….” she WAS an OO girl, after all….SMACKK SMACKK “….Ooh….” he really did enjoy them, since it always sounded so much like sex….SMACKK SMACKK “….Ooh….” SMACKK SMACKK “….Ooh….” she gasped. “Let this be a lesson to you,” he growled, “and it’ll also be some sound swishing next door for tampering with Her Majesty’s mails….again.” She wiggled her waist. “Promises, Sir,” she said, clearly unrepentant. “Now tell me the real results?” he asked, anxious all over again. “You did pretty well,” she replied, “with an A and two Bs.” His jaw dropped.
“Which,” he said slowly, “is a massive understatement. My academic average over my entire school career has at best been C….” he paused, “….which one was the A?” She pursed her lips. “It was in Physics….” she replied, “….which will please Fi immensely,” he mused, “since she promised my parents I’d achieve it, on pain of….well, pain. However I honestly thought she’d be on a hiding to nothing….or rather, I would….” his tush tingled as he recalled several such stinging sessions, “….this will certainly make her day, in addition to mine….” SNAPP ….he snapped his fingers, “….we’ll pop across next door now to give her the good news….and bring my envelope with you, guilty girl.” She bounced off the bed, and he emerged. He peered into the mirror and smoothed his hair before following her out of the room. Then it was outside into SIDE STREET for the few short steps to № 69. Together they approached the impressive iron door, with its matching metal plate.
The Knackers
Dr Fiona Allbright, BA BSc MSc PhD
Restricted services only
“You may apply the Knacker Knocker, Icky,” he said, “since it brings tears to the eyes.” It was modelled on male meat, and to operate, one simply struck the scrotum with the straining shaft. “Uhh….ahh,” he gasped as she used his own instead, “although enjoyable, it won’t assist us with entry.” She smiled….TAT TAT.
It was a couple minutes later before the door opened….however it wasn’t The Good Doctor. “Hello, Mum….err….Ma’am….” he said in slight shock, and mentally adding the completely superfluous, ‘….what are you doing here?’ One was always impeccably polite when a wanton wicked Witch was wielding a whip. “You’d best step inside, David,” said Miss Whiplash. They duly did so, and she closed the door behind them. The answer to his unspoken question was obvious, as confirmed by a glance at the Appointments blackboard. Inscribed upon it were the words in green chalk.
Georgie Boy/Helen – Sunday night FOC
Done – Monday 9am (1hr) – np100: (one gross)
Harry Herbert Orwell – 4pm (6 days) Solo Summer School FOC
Oops….since it seemed his third cousin had signed up for the short straw. It would be four hours of fun-filled Physics for H2O daily with discipline, and Domestic Duties done in a situation of semi-sexual slavery. “First of all, David,” she asked, “could you kindly remind me of this not-so-innocent young Lady’s name, since I’m sure we’ve met?” He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, “despite the wig, this is Veronica Bickington, from № 67 next door. You were both detainees in my first Adult Detention Class.” Sizzzcrackkkk “….AHHH,” Sizzzcrackkkk “….AHHH,” he heard as they listened to several sounds of a stud’s suffering. “I’m also Flasher Frederique….Ma’am,” said Icky Bicky, “when wearing my mask and Lee van Cleef cloak. So it was a privilege to play in the public park yesterday evening with your sinful son….even though he was the one being filthily flashed.” She’d got away with it, although he’d had his doubts about the wisdom of the plan.
“Your dad’s downstairs with Fi, David,” she said, “and she’s similarly attired. As you know, in his humble opinion there’s only one thing better than Miss Whiplash….which is two of them….” he could only agree, “….but what do you want, anyway?” He smiled slightly. “The first is another Caning For Cunt, Ma’am,” he explained, “since Icky’s asked for a second screw, and I thought The Good Doctor might oblige. However there are now a number of other items on the agenda. Rather than me having to explain everything twice, perhaps we could join them.” He was careful to make it sound like a suggestion. “Follow me,” she said curtly, heading along the hall. He shivered slightly as they descended the thirteen steep stone steps. Unlucky for some….having counted them during his own six days of Solo Summer School last year. However, he had to agree it had all paid off in the end.
They reached the base, and he cast his eyes over The Whine Cellar….as it was known. It was just as he remembered, with all manner of heavy-duty bondage furniture. On one side of the room was the Rack, which he’d sampled immediately after resolving Icky Bicky’s problem of virginity. There was a Birching Block, together with several trestles and The Electric Chair. This time though, his paternal parent was shackled starkers on the St Andrews Cross, sporting a seriously straining shaft. By the state of his flogged front, both Miss Whiplashes had been hard at work. “Good morning, Ma’am….and dad,” he said politely. George Shagton winked once. “The same to you, Shagger,” she replied, “and Icky as well. I assume you’ve a good reason for this visit?” He nodded, “I’d like to offer you my most sincere and cordial thanks, Ma’am,” he said, “for such successful A-Level tuition.”
His Mother pursed her lips. “What are you on about, David?” she demanded, “since your results haven’t arrived.” He gestured towards Veronica Bickington, who handed them over. Then she successfully stitched the so-called swishees’ smirk, often offered by culpable canees in class as a prelude to public punishment. It was the one which says wanly,
‘I know how much my hit hiney will hurt,’ and absolutely apt for the action. “I see,” said his Mother, as she inspected the envelope, “and not the first time this has happened. Presumably you work in the sorting office, Icky?” She curtseyed. “Yes, Ma’am,” she replied faintly, “and your son says I should be swished soundly for such sin.” There was the ghost of a smile on his Mother’s face as she reopened the envelope. “I’m sure we can….well, address the issue presently,” she said wittily, as they all inspected the contents.
Oxford and Cambridge
Joint Matriculation Board
A-Level Grades for St Stricktlands School: Scholar name: Shagton, David Allen
Grades A to E inclusive are PASS. Grade F is FAIL
Physics A
Mathematics B
Biology B
Congratulations, Shagger – love Suzie xxx
“Well done, David,” she said, “which goes for Fi too, against all the odds….” she paused, “….and both Reggie and Fuck Me Senseless will be highly happy with his other grades….” his two teachers, Reginald Beesting and the lovely Lisa McFee-Sven-Sless, “….now you’ll definitely be attending University next September….on whatever course you decide.” Since his Patron had promised him a completely free choice. “Please, Ma’am,” he said, “perhaps you could continue with your previous Rattan Regime, for my failure to obtain straight As in all subjects. The intermediate grades as such don’t exist, but we could still say three strokes for each B, as before. It would be a fitting conclusion to my school career….and perhaps cheap at the price.”
His Mother smiled widely. “An excellent idea, David,” she said, “and since you’re a big boy now, we’ll make it with the birch over the Block….” Oo..er, yes MA’AM, “….which would be best for your second Six For Sex in any event….in threes. The position puts your posterior perfectly prone for punishment, since Sex Thrashings should always strike the seat straight downwards.” He nodded, and padded towards it. Then he knelt on the lower step, and angled his arse over the top step with his hands flat on the floor. It was almost predicament bondage, a position of increasing discomfort over time, albeit not actually bound….SWISHHCRACKKK “….Oww….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….Oww….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….Oww..Whacko! MA’AM,” he gasped.
“So when was the last time you were over the Block, David?” she asked, “was it the Summer Balls? Your intended told me how she and her half-Sister had given you some sinful sixdeen strokes.” A straight eighteen in old money, and it seemed his Missus had been in touch by telephone again, dishing the dirt. “No, Ma’am,” he replied, “it was on Departure Day….last week.” SWISHHCRACKKK “….Oww….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….Oww….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….Oww..Whacko! MA’AM,” he gasped, “thank you so much for my Caning For Cunt.” He inspected Icky Bicky’s accordingly….suddenly only inches away from his face. “It should really be three more for Staring At Slits, Shagger,” she said sternly.
“Please, Ma’am,” said his father, “I’d be more than happy to be Davy’s whipping boy for all extras….and also of Staring at Sits and Tits.” Fair enough, since he WAS a serious subbie….leaning ’levendy ’leven, or 143 to 1 in old money. “Very well, George,” she said, “you can have his hits later….” she paused, “….talking of which, it’s the Monthly Mothers Meeting at three o’clock. Did Lynda’s school reports also become….well, intercepted? If so, they’d be good for discussion, even though this time they won’t have been circulated in advance.” Veronica Bickington gave a guilty grin. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said, “I’ll go and get the other envelope.”
She padded away. “Your father’s already asked to be added to the attractions of the afternoon as a shackled slave, David,” said his Mother, “can I count you in? You could start the show by describing your dalliances and deviances of yesterday evening with Flasher Frederique. I’m sure my members would find it fascinating….” she pursed her lips, “….being careful not to name names.” He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, “having helpings of horrendous humiliation….” and hits on the hiney, “….would be welcome. I’m sure I should be swished soundly for Staring At Skirts….and Leching Longingly Like A Loser.” She smiled slightly, and handed the birch to The Good Doctor. “Fi can do the honours for the second two sets, David,” she said….SWISHHCRACKKK “….Oww….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….Oww….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….Oww..Whacko! MA’AM,” he gasped.
“Going back to your last birching, Shagger,” she said, “one assumes it wasn’t at St Sticks?” Well sussed. “Quite correct, Ma’am,” he replied, “it was actually in Tanningtown, at the home of two Trinians Tarts….” SWISHHCRACKKK “….Oww….so sorry, I mean innocent young Ladies dressed up as sinful schoolgirls in Trinians togs. They were acting on instructions from Strict Sarah, who’s an enviable escort.” There was a short silence. “Presumably a Happy Hooker, Shagger?” she asked. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, “a high-class one. I was pleased to poke pussy, as it was paid for by my Patron.” Both Miss Whiplashes simply stared at each other, and shrugged. “Sir Digby Vaillance IS filthy rich,” she agreed, “and a real charmer. He took me out for an extremely expensive dinner immediately after your Class, and I ended up with what-ho afterwards.” As indeed the noble knight had hoped.
“Poking professional prostitutes isn’t a practice I’d actually encourage, David,” said his Mother, mildly, “especially since you’re due to be happily hitched next month. However it WILL be an absolutely open-marriage, so there’s no harm done.” At least she wasn’t about to make an issue of it. “I’m expecting an invitation to the wedding, Shagger,” said Fifi, “if nothing else, it should be my reward for services rendered.” Fair comment. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he muttered.
Then Icky Bicky called from the top of the stairs. “Excuse me….Mesdames,” she said, “I was just walking back, when a Police car pulled up….” Oops, “….I don’t mind telling you, I was very worried for a moment. Fortunately the occupant wasn’t concerned at my state of undress, but had other matters on his mind….” lucky for her, “….the Officer and I continued up to the front door, both of us in furtive fashion. I’d left it on the latch, so I invited him inside and popped him into The Classroom….” really? “….since it’s James Dunn, who I first met at DAHLIA DRIVE….” phew, “….and subsequently screwed….” he’d wondered whether this might be the case, since he’d set them up together? “….he says he has a session booked for nine o’clock with The Good Doctor.”
As indeed it had stated on the Appointments blackboard. “He knows everyone here, Ma’am,” he said, “with the exception of Mum.” Having been away in Birmingham for the reading of Cecily Grimshaw’s will. She’d been his Mother’s great aunt, and by all accounts a horrid harridan….and most miserable misandrist. “Go back upstairs and give him a roll call, Icky,” said Fifi, “if he’s happy to have company, he can step straight down. If not, he’ll have to wait a while until we’re finished.” She padded away again, and they heard voices.
Seconds later it seemed she was back, only this time accompanied by the uniformed Police Officer. “Ello ’ello ’ello….wot’s hall diss den?” he asked in the stilted style which rather reminded him of PC Plod. It dropped every initial H, but added them back where they weren’t wanted. He put his hands behind his back and bent his legs in a very theatrical gesture. Fifi took two steps forward…..WHUMPH “….URGHHH….” he moaned as she kneed his nuts, and he sank forward, “….hassaultin’ a Police Hoffisah his han hoffence….huhh….even when ’e’s hoff dooty….huhh….but don’t let hit stop you from doin’ so hagain….” WHUMPP “….URGHHH,” he added as she competently kicked his crotch.
“Apparently you already know Georgie Boy and Icky Bicky….you appallingly bad boy….” she said to the moaning figure, still writhing on the floor, “….my colleague in crime is his Mother….Helen Shagton. I’m just finishing a flogging, and we’ve some discipline to dish on this seriously sinful slut. Then it should be your turn, but should you be shy at an appreciate audience, we’ll let George loose and send him upstairs.” The Policeman struggled to a sitting position, nursing his nuts. “Huhh….he’s fine, Fi,” he said, “the more the merrier….huhh….” he smiled slightly and slowly stood up, “….not so cocky now….huhh….Panty Pervert Pete?” He shook his head. “No, Sir….” he agreed, adding the salutation since he was still in uniform, “….and I enjoyed your revenge session at LETTSBY AVENUE….with DC Phillip Lodden and Inspector Spectre, the day after my Adult Detention Class.”
Four faces suddenly stared at him. “I didn’t know you switched, James,” said The Good Doctor, “I’d always marked you down as a simple subbie.” He gave a grin. “Sixdy-sixdy, Ma’am,” he replied, in a normal voice, “six dozen to the gross….huhh….or even-steven. Although since Antonia’s vitriolic vanilla, it makes no difference either….huhh….way.” Alas, she was one of those prissy people who only pursued perfectly plain poking. “In which case,” she said, “you can be a Dominant dolt and complete Shagger’s swishing, since he has three more to go. Then you can dish the discipline for Icky with….we’ll say three pairs of two. George has graciously offered to be his son’s whipping boy for all the extras. Given the amount of Staring At Slits, Sits and Tits he’s achieved over the past few minutes, it’ll be a properly painful proposition….” she paused, “….in addition to all own felonies and failings, naturally enough.”
She handed him the birch. “A neat little bottom,” he ventured, “always absolutely Asking for any amount of agonies.” So another two dollars for his collection, of when it was complimented….SWISHHCRACKKKK “….Oww….” SWISHHCRACKKKK “….Oww….” SWISHHCRACKKKK “….Oww..Whacko! SIR,” he gasped, “thank you for my thrashing, Sir. It was thoroughly therapeutic, and I know I needed it….ohh….ohh,” he added as his pained posterior was patted patronizingly. “Stand up, Shagger,” he said, “and Icky can take your place.” About time too, as his arms were aching….let alone his arse.
Slowly, she draped herself fetchingly over the Birching Block. “Ooh….SIR,” she said, “I’ve never been birched before….” she wiggled her waist, “….be HARD with me, Sir….since I suppose you’re already hard with me, Sir.” Very droll….and probably quite correct. “Don’t forget the protocol, guilty girl,” reminded The Good Doctor, “it should be Whacko! after each set.”
He padded behind the Birching Block, since now was the time for HER to suffer some Schadenfreude. It was the Perverse Pleasure Of Another’s Misfortunes, something with which St Sticks suffered in spades….SWISHHCRACKKKK “….OOH….” SWISHHCRACKKKK “….OOH..Whacko! SIR….” she gasped….SWISHHCRACKKKK “….OOH….” SWISHHCRACKKKK “….OOH..Whacko!....” SWISHHCRACKKKK “….OOH….” SWISHHCRACKKKK “….OOH..Whacko! and thank you, SIR. I should know better than to interfere with Her Majesty’s mails….” SWISHHCRACKKKK “….OOH,” she added at another unexpected stroke.
“Which was for Incitement, Icky,” murmured his Mother, stroking herself where she shouldn’t. “Perhaps a Police penis up my pussy, Sir,” she suggested, “since I’m already on the edge, and enjoy public poking.” As indeed he’d once performed for her at The Bare Pit. “Go right ahead, James,” said The Good Doctor, “since she’s such a slut. It’ll be a freebie fuck, although now you’ll need to pay in pain. I’ll apply some sort of Sex Thrashing before you go. Hopefully, you’ll have sufficient spunk to subsequently service my slit, but if not, I’m afraid there’s no refund.” He unzipped himself, as Icky Bicky spread her legs. “I suppose I should submissively suck Shagger’s straining shaft whilst I’m screwed, Sir,” she suggested.
He glanced around the room, and both Miss Whiplashes simply smiled. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned as she took his tool tenderly. He wasn’t especially enamoured with fellatio, however he’d happily help. Always give the lovely Lady what she wants, was one of Alice Tetsworth’s most basic postulates. Never mind your own dirty deviant desires, she’d said, since in doing so you may be rewarded in due course with some cute cunt. His unofficial Tutress had been proved correct on any number of occasions. “OOH….OOH,” moaned Icky Bicky as a Police penis penetrated pussy. “UHHH….doing it in the doggy Position is something else Antonia won’t countenance….UHHH,” said James Dunn, humping her hard, “so this is a real treat….UHHH….UHHH.”
Now it was simply a question of who came first….so to speak. He gritted his teeth and concentrated on quadratic equations. He didn’t want it to be him, and was still hoping to have a hump himself. Suddenly, she pulled back off his penis. “OMG….OOH….I’m cumming,” she moaned, “….HARDER….SIR….OOH….OOH….YESS….YESS.” Her orgasm evidently pushed the Policeman over the edge. “UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS,” he gasped, “damn you, Antonia….UHHH….why won’t you do this with me?” A rhetorical question, as he already knew the answer. Slowly, he extracted his soft shaft. “She’s all yours, Shagger,” he said, “I hope you don’t mind a second-hand slit, so to speak?”
He shook his head. “Not at all, Sir,” he replied, “since it happens to me all the time with traditional threesomes.” The other smiled wryly. “I should be so lucky,” he said sadly. “I do understand your problem,” said his Mother, “so as a special concession, you can claim BOTH Miss Whiplashes’ cute cunts this morning….at no extra charge.” Not bad going, with her husband in the same room, tied tightly to a St Andrews Cross. But then this would only amount to cuckolding, which his philandering father most likely enjoyed. But their own marriage was also Open, so no problem.
He and James Dunn exchanged places. “There’s no need for tool tissues, Sir,” said Icky Bicky, “since I’ll be happy to lick Sir’s spurted shaft clean. Hopefully it’ll also serve to get it going again….since it seems Sir will be seeing some more slut service shortly….” SMACKK “….so sorry, Ma’am….OOH….OOH,” he added as her pussy was poked all over again….SLAPP “….Ooh….” SLAPP “….Ooh….slap me harder, Sir.” The Policeman smiled widely….SLAPPP “….OOH….” SLAPPP “….OOH,” she gasped. “UHHH….UHHH,” they both moaned in unison as their penises were both pleasured. “This time….UHHH….I shall spunk you soundly….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….slut,” he said, holding her hit hiney hard for some support.
Hell….this wouldn’t take very long. Whatever would sex be like if it weren’t for all the foreplay first? It must be really awful for those sad souls inflicted with the disease called vitriolic vanilla. He watched whilst Done drew back….with a smile and a satisfactorily straining and stimulated shaft. “OOH….OOH,” she moaned, “OMG I’m cumming again….YESS….YESS….YESS.” Now it was finally his turn for some satisfaction. “UHHH….UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS.” He spurted some seven times into Veronica’s vulva. Slowly, he extracted HIS soft shaft….” SMACKK “….Ooh….” SMACKK “….Ooh….thank you for the Sexist Smacks, SIR….” she gasped, still clearly on a sexual high, “….I’ve never had a gang bang before, and I’m really rather enjoying it. So I was wondering whether Georgie Boy might care to contribute some cum into my cunt….after his floggings are finally finished?”
The look of lust on his father’s face was proof positive. “I’ll flog him first on the frame,” said James Dunn, “it’s really rather reminiscent of judicial discipline. Such a shame we’re not normally allowed to perform it in this country. I’m sure the crime rate would fall considerably.” Been there….since taking the Tanningtown tawse on the public platform in SECKE SQUARE amounted to much the same thing.
“Can you kindly drive David home, Icky,” said his Mother, “by the time you get back, George ought to be ready and really randy. I’ll have a look at Lynda’s report a little later, and call in somewhere on the HIGH STREET to have some copies made for the meeting. We should be back around noon, and Lyn likewise. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind preparing some lunch, David?” He nodded, not about to ask what mischief they might manage meantime….nor his sinful Sister.
“Certainly….Ma’am,” he said, “after you, Icky.” Slowly, she stood up off the Block. “You can go upstairs first, Shagger,” she said, “since otherwise you’ll be Staring At Seats, if not fondling my fetching fanny.” He suspected an ulterior motive. “Thanks for a superb session, everyone….” he said as he started up them, “….ohh….ohh,” he added as he was given a good groping. As was so often the case, it was one rule for the wretches….and none at all for the nubiles. “I make it a total of twenty two for George, Helen,” said The Good Doctor. “I counted twenty three failings, Fi,” she replied, “so let’s say a round two dozen, to be on the safe side.” Oo..er, yes Mesdames. If captured, don’t let them give you to the lovely Ladies.
“Here’s a French flogger, James,” said his Mother. “Perhaps I should start by soundly strafing his scrotum?” suggested the Policeman, “it’s always an excellent way of showing a stud who’s his Superior Sir.” From past experience, he could confirm this was the case. “Surely,” he heard his Mother saying unsympathetically, “shall we say a balls beating of a dozen due….simply for starters.” THWAPP “….UGHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH,” he heard as the martinet was met….THWAPP “….UGHHH….me balls….SIR….huhh….” the sounds from seven strands of sheer suffering slowly faded as they finished ascending the stairs.
Then they continued along the hall, and out through the impressive iron door. “My car’s parked where we left it last night, Shagger,” she said, “I hope you don’t mind some more erotic exposure…?” he didn’t have a great deal of choice, as they padded quickly along the otherwise empty street, “….I’ll just collect my keys….so don’t go away.” Ha bloody ha….as he hovered unhappily in front of № 67. After an eternity of around two minutes, she returned with them, and also carrying his clothes. Then they continued along SIDE STREET until they reached B1 CKY. She unlocked it, and put the pile into the trunk whilst he climbed gratefully into the passenger seat. “Ahhh….” he gasped as he sat down, “….Ooh….” she added as she took the driver’s side, “….derrière discipline definitely doesn’t disappear, Shagger,” she said as she started the engine, “so I suspect I’ll be wearing this outfit all day. My raw rear really doesn’t need any naughty knicks.”
She drove away, and in seconds they’d reached the junction with the HIGH STREET. “This is definitely Driving Dubiously Dressed, Shagger,” she said happily, “basically being bare below the belt, but also with you in the altogether.” Then it was past the railway station, and very soon afterwards the last of the shops. “So tell me more about this so-called revenge session at the local Letchhampton nick, Shagger?” she asked.
Clearly it had spoken somewhere inside her sinful psyche. “It was the following evening after your Adult Detention Class, Icky,” he explained as they started into suburbia, “Panty Pervert Pete was collected from his home in the Police paddy wagon, and taken in for questioning together with Leopard-skin Lucy. Much of the scenario followed my distant dream, and it started with an interrogation by the sinister Inspector Spectre….” although he’d been a she in dreamland, “….whereupon he was required to confess his crimes, with a time of electric balls torture….” TENS, or Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation, “….followed by roughing-up revenge by the defective detective. My testicles were taken to task….just like he was doing to dad just now. I was also spanked and swished soundly.”
She shivered. “I want something similar, Shagger,” she said, “to be beaten about a bit, slung starkers into a cell, and raped.” He sniggered softly. “It’s the same sort of filthy fantasies to those deviant damsels in dorm 6J, Icky,” he said, “The Six Jailbirds are one of the four so-called CP dorms, whose members crave caning at all costs. I’ve taken more than one of them for a session at Stern Hall, which is situated quite close to St Sticks. I’ve role-played prison Officer Shagton, who’s a Sadistic Screw….and given them what they wanted.” She shivered again. “There I was,” she said sadly, “thinking I was unique. I did consider asking James, and indeed the rather dishy Inspector Sceptre when he called round. I’d been afraid he’d rumbled Flasher Frederique, but it appeared all he wanted was to suggest membership of The CLASS Caning Club….which I DID join. I wasn’t sure about asking for something so sinful, and anyway I was worried with mixing up role-play with reality.”
He nodded. “Which is exactly what my dad’s always cautioned me about,” he said, “but should I speak to Lance again, I’ll mention the matter….” he pursed his lips, “….I’m still surprised we got away with it yesterday evening. He’s assured me how he has the whole area by the public pond completely covered by CCTV, and associated AudioVisual Record. I’d honestly expected the Cops to come running after Flasher Frederique bared her all.”
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