Capital Punishments
He waited until he’d finished his main course. “The Guards are all gals,” he continued, “which would work well for you as a Bi Babe. Their regalia is a seriously strict Mistress suit which features a tight white militaristic top with shoulder flashes to signify authority, some seamed stockings, pointed black boots and matching miniskirt. Also, they all carry an Officer’s crop….” her eyes were glazed, this time well away on Planet Guard, “….I was phoning Sexy Sammy, who was once my frightful fagmistress. She and her twin Sister are both classically Celtic blonde beauties, with clear-blue eyes….” and captivating Celtic cunts, “….forgive me, but you don’t appear particularly Cornish.”
She shrugged. “Mummy’s a Saxon slut from Surrey,” she said, “so I’ve inherited the same stature….and psyche.” JameS CricK removed the empties, and the desserts appeared. “Coostard, Madam and Sir?” he asked, his Northern roots suddenly apparent. The accent made the letter U into a sort of OO, rhyming with Cook, and they each acquiesced. “How long does it last?” she asked. “Officially it’s a maximum of a month,” he replied, “the idea being to ensure the inmates are mired in mental misery. However it’s not normally more than a week.”
She smiled. “So, Shagger,” she said seriously, “you’re on your way there….and I’m doing nothing of importance. Could I just tag along with you….as a gaolbird.” He took a mouthful of strudel. “Cell House Holidays IS opening the facility to its regular paying guests,” he said, “but subject to space, there’s no problem. We wouldn’t be able to advise anyone until arrival, so there’s a small chance you’d end up in a hotel, and go home the following day. If you’re willing to chance it, I suggest we pop along to the guards van when we’re finished, and speak to Louisiana about an extra ticket.” Actually he was rather hoping it WOULD work out, since she was made for the place.
“White or black, Madam?” asked JameS CricK, holding two jugs. “Half and half please,” she replied, and her coffee was poured. “For you, Sir?” he asked. “The same,” he replied. “Do forgive the impoodence, Sir,” he continued, decanting a second cup, “but your face seems familiar. Would you by any chance have attended St Brides School in Soockby?” He shook his head. “No….” he replied, and then had another thought, “….you may be thinking of my third cousin….Harry Herbert Orwell. We’ve several similarities in stature….” and psyche, “….I rather recall he once went to St Bridles.”
Jiminy Cricket smiled widely. “It’ll be him, Sir,” he replied, “he were in my class, though he left to attend soom posh place….” the unmerited epithet for St Sticks, “….I never made it into the 6th form, so I took this job on BritisH RailwayS. I hope he’s doing well?” Yes and no. “He’ll be a prefect next term,” he confirmed, “but as we speak, he’s on six days of Solo Summer School. You wouldn’t enjoy it, being four hours of fun-filled Physics daily with discipline, and Domestic Duties done in a situation of semi-sexual slavery.” The jugs both shook slightly. “Ouch,” he said, “thanks for the oopdate, Sir.”
He went his way. “I’d have liked it,” she remarked. “I attended last year, Licia,” he said, taking a sip, “and it wasn’t easy. Still, it DID prove beneficial, since I achieved a grade A at A-Level. For me, some sound stick has always proved a better bet than the carrot.”
Then he saw the Conductress approaching again….which would save them a trip. “Excuse me, Ma’am,” he said, “might my charming companion purchase an extra ticket? She needs a First Open return from LiskearD to PennancE RoaD….starting right now.” She nodded. “I’ll write her an Excess,” she replied, “and bring it whilst you’re settling up. By which time, I’ll have found the fare from the Selective Prices Manual.”
She left, to be replaced by FranciS CaseY holding a pen, plus notepad. “Both bills together, Sir?” he asked, writing quickly. “Yes, please,” he confirmed as it was placed onto his side plate. He picked it up when the waiter had moved to the next table, and saw it bore a total of NP22:60. Clearly, railway repast wasn’t cheap, and he handed it to her. She opened her handbag, and nonchalantly extracted a NP30 note….three dozen new-pounds. “This’ll amply cover their tip,” she said, putting it onto the plate, “I doubt they earn a massive salary.” Nice of her to notice the lower orders….although maybe it was noblesse oblige?
Then LouisE YarN appeared again. “Here’s your ticket, Madam,” she said, “and it’s exactly eleven new pounds.” She accepted it, and handed over a NP10 note. “I don’t need the change,” she said. “I’m sorry, Madam,” she replied, “but only the catering team are allowed to accept gratuities. Shall I put the pound on the plate?” She nodded, and the note was added to the pile. “Safe journeys,” she said, with a wide wink, “and enjoy your time together.” Most likely not….as she walked away.
Then they both arose. “We’d best find some seats….” she said, picking up her handbag, “….since they’ll be serving a second sitting soon….” he took his attaché case, and followed her, passing JameS CaseY who was writing another bill, “….I’ve left cash, and keep the change.” He nodded. “Thank you, Madam,” he said, as they left the restaurant car. It was two carriages further along before they found an otherwise empty compartment, and stepped inside. “Ahhh,” they both gasped again, taking the two window seats, setting down their modest luggage beside them.
“I enjoyed my starter swishing at your so-called Soviet School, Shagger,” she said, “having always craved the cane in class.” He shrugged. “You’ll get plenty of painful public posterior punishment,” he confirmed, “and suffer from a seriously sore seat for most of your stay.” She shivered slightly. “My slit still smarts,” she said, “how long will it take for this sodding StricktCream to wear off?” He shrugged. “Hours, I’m afraid,” he replied, “and it’s the same with the P5, as Sari said. We simply sit and suffer for our sins….” he glanced out of the window, and saw they’d stopped at WestburY, “….I hate to be a poor travelling companion, but the lunch is taking its toll. I had a very broken night….despite some catching up whilst unconscious. It’ll mean missing the best scenic sections on the route, but I shall HAVE to sleep.”
She smiled sweetly. “Screwing slits does take it out of you, Shagger….” possibly put it in would be more accurate? “….but I know what you mean. Sari had me in predicament bondage for much of my time yesterday evening, and I was still bound to the bed when she left. She gave the night porter instructions to release me at any time after three o’clock.” He smiled. “I was similarly shackled,” he replied, “but bonked by two seriously strict Sirens….even before Sari arrived, and made it three. In reverse circumstances it could be called gang-rape.” She sniggered. “Studs should simply lie back and enjoy it,” she said without sympathy, “and be grateful they’re getting the goods.”
Apparently, the running gag was still going. “Where was your hotel?” he asked instead, “I assume a No Tell one? She nodded. “It’s called The Tough Brief,” she replied, “since its location is nearby The Old Bailey. Apparently all manner of legal eagles use it for nightly nooky. I’ve seen High Court Judges in there on occasion….with naughty nubiles unlikely to be their wedded Wife.” Thus high-class Happy Hookers….as he closed his eyes.
Seconds later it seemed, he opened them to discover he was Spying Up Skirts. “A wonderful way to awaken,” he murmured, “I didn’t know you’d neglected naughty knickers.” She was sitting staring, whilst stroking her spread slit. “It still sodding well stings,” she grumbled, checking a watch with her free hand, “however it’s twenty five past eight….uhhh….and we should be arriving shortly.” He smiled wryly. “Best take it off, Licia,” he urged, “since you won’t need it where we’re going.”
She duly did so, and put it into a pocket. “It makes a change from being invited to take off anything else,” she said, tartly. “Your handbag and clothes will be stored safely until you’re released….whenever it might be,” he explained, “ours is an open station, so you shouldn’t need to show your ticket….” he felt the train slowing, “….it’s time to go.” They both arose, and he followed her out of the compartment. Together, they stepped out onto the platform, and he inspected the familiar sign.
PennancE RoaD
“Oo..er….yes Mesdames,” she muttered with apparent adoration as The Terror Twins strutted towards them. They were turning heads in the process, being both fully adorned in their Reformatory regalia. “Hello, David….” said Sexy Sammy, hugging him hard, “….who’s this, Shagger?” asked Pretty Patty, as she did the same, “have you been up to your old tricks again….” essentially yes, “….collecting crumpet,” she concluded. “May I introduce Lady Alicia Ariadne Anouska Helen Harborne,” he replied, “to Samantha and Patricia….the Terrier Twins….” they all shook hands, “….she’d like to be a gaolbird as paying guest, should there be space?”
The Terror Twins glanced at each other. “Yes, David,” said Sexy Sammy, “although we’ve presently two such, at least for a while. It’s Appalling….” Andrea Pawling, one of his prefect peers, “….and The Ice Queen ….” Kirstin Eis, which was a surprise, “….apparently several of her firm friends were in The Six Jailbirds….” dorm 6J, “….and she’d discussed the joys of incarceration with them often enough….” she paused, “….I suppose you’re a subbie slut?” She nodded. “Most certainly….Ma’am,” she muttered, “and a Bi Babe, to boot….” she stared down, “….which you’re most welcome to do.” What wonderful wit….as they continued off the platform and past the booking office.
Then it was into the station car park where PEN 1S was waiting. “This MUST be Ray’s,” he said wryly, “possibly the most potent purveyor of penis for Year LXXXVIII.” They nodded as it was unlocked. “You can both sit in the back,” said Sexy Sammy, taking the driver’s seat, “I’m not bothered about back-row liberties, since I suspect it’s much too late. I suppose you’ve already screwed each other?” The heiress smiled sweetly. “Yes….” she admitted as they climbed inside, “….Ahhh,” she added, sitting down, as he did the same.
She started the engine, and then they were away. “Have you explained how Reformatories work….any why, David?” asked Sexy Sammy, now driving at some speed. Hadn’t his philandering father warned him about fast floozies in fast cars? Alas no….although maybe he ought to have done? “Yes,” he confirmed, “and what gaolbirds get up to….in addition to their own programmes of punishment.” OMG….they were now up to 80mph. “Do you have some specific sin, Licia?” asked Pretty Patty, “which you’d like addressed? Shagger’s is normally for being a sex-pest and public pervert.”
There was a wry smile. “I can well understand,” she agreed, “having watched Peter Purvis’ performance at On-Stage Stooge yesterday evening. But in my case, it’s always been exposure and playing with pussy in public. I know it’s naughty, but can’t seem to kick the habit.” Something with which he could sympathize. “She’s good at teasing tools on trains, too,” he interjected. “What about instruments of punishment?” she probed. “I can confirm she takes the tawse to tits, tush and twat, Sammy,” he said, “and craves the cane. She also suffered some scourging….as indeed did I. It’s one reason why we’re somewhat sore.”
She squeezed his hand in confirmation. “Shagger’s quite correct,” she agreed, “but I do have a special request. Could you kindly phone Mummy at Liskeard Castle? Tell her I’m fine, and taking a few days’ break by the seaside.” There were two neat nods. “You’ll enjoy being a gaolbird,” said Pretty Patty, absently as they reached the small fishing village. “Will you want prepayment?” asked AAAHH. “No,” said Sexy Sammy, “since we won’t know the length of your stay until you leave. But I’m sure your credit’s good.”
PENNANCE
INCORPORATED UNDER MEDIÆVAL CHARTER
“You’ll find out what this means, Licia,” he said, “when doing the Shocking Shopping.” It wasn’t far to their destination, and he saw the large hanging sign as they parked outside.
Cell House Holidays (prop. Ms Margaret Whapshott)
The Old Police Station, Bottom Lane, Pennance, Cornwall UK, TR69 4SM.
Tel: 0800 AKTB4U
“Here we are,” said Sexy Sammy unnecessarily, as they all emerged. “I’d rather not use the Knacker Knocker,” he said, “since it brings tears to the eyes. Perhaps Licia might do so….?” he waved her on ahead up the stone steps, “….it’s modelled on male meat. To operate, simply strike the scrotum with the straining shaft.” She smiled….TAT TAT. The door was opened by a bald middle-aged man wearing only a pretty pink frilly apron with the words unisex slave stencilled across it, plus a pair of pink high-heeled shoes. “Hello, Shagger,” said Gerald Genial, “I’d heard you were on your way.”
He stood aside, and they all entered. “Greetings….Geraldine,” he replied, “who’s currently a Maid, since his scrotum is stashed inside. Guests may elect to be a macho male maid, but it means their balls are beaten.” Actually they were anyway, but rather more often. “We’ll report to The Robing Room, David,” said Sexy Sammy, “which is something you didn’t do here last year.” Having been knocked out with Chloral Hydrate, kidnapped from his home, and awoken in a cell.
The Robing Room
He followed the lovely Ladies inside and saw it was similar to the one at Hell-in-her-Hole. It was almost empty, apart from some shelving and a large tripod, complete with camera One wall was covered with clothes, whereas a second was filled with photos of felons. They all seemed similar, since their heads and scrotums were shaved. Inevitably, they were flaunting their fancies in flagrant fashion. It was similar to the annual Mag Mug shots at The Styx, only much more brazen. He set down his attaché case by an otherwise empty peg and started to strip, whilst Lady Alicia did the same.
Then they stood starkers, hands held behind heads, as Pretty Patty picked up a large electric razor. “Spread your legs, GUEST 13045,” she said, “actually, your hair’s not very long. When did you last attend a Reformatory?” He smiled. “During the Easter holidays….Ma’am,” he replied, now naked, “at Helmsdale-in-the-Hole. It’s the one run by Ms Deborah Maddon, which I mentioned when you visited The Styx.” BZZZZZ it went, as she switched it on. “No more Impertinently Imparting Information….” she growled as his pubic hair became history….BZZZZZ “….kneel, and I’ll apply another compulsory crew cut.” BZZZZZ….as it all fell to the floor….BZZZZZ….ZZZZZZ.
“Now it’s your turn, Alicia,” she said, “gaolbirds have their hair tied back tightly in a bun, which we’ll worry about tomorrow, however we remove everything else. Under arms, if any….” there wasn’t, “….plus pussy.” She spread her legs without protest….BZZZZZ “….Ohh….” ZZZZZZ “….Ohh….MA’AM,” she muttered, “it’s so hideously humbling.” Which was the general idea….and they’d hardly started. “Next,” said Sexy Sammy, “we’ll apply all your smooth steel slave shackles.”
She affixed his collar and cuffs, followed by a waistband, and ankle irons with a short connecting chain. “Oo..er, Ma’am….” said AAAHH as something sinister was taken out of a small cardboard carton, “….I’ve never seen one of these before.” Sexy Sammy gave an evil grin. “They’re new this year,” she said, handing her the box, “read all about it. guest 13045 is size 7, as you’ve discovered the….well, hard way.” Very witty….but so had she.
Ilak’s teeth cage™
Enslaved Enringed Erection Enforcement
Stunningly sadistic yet surprisingly simple, this is terrible tool torment over time. A locking ring goes over the gonads at the base of the balls. The business bit is hinged in two halves with spring-shut action, akin to an iron maiden of old. Apply on any errant erection to present a pulsing penis pointing purposefully – but poking is impossible. (In most chastity cages, the dick is drooped downwards). Each steel ring is covered with semi-sharp spikes on the inside surface. Permanent penile pain is promulgated, but also serious stimulation since the shaft is strafed should it start to shrink. (The inverse of the Kali’s Teeth Bracelet.) Available in seven sizes (3 to 9 inches) and six strengths (Starter, Short, Standard, Strong, Severe, Sade). Ideal for Reformatories, which require erection to be maintained at all times in the presence of lovely Ladies, or your sex slave.
Only NP18 6s 0d each (NP16:60) or at a bargain NP100 0s 0d (NP84:00) for a set of seven. Includes full fitting instructions (illustrated). Overseas & retail enquiries welcome. Buy today from your local branch of Foibles, or from Sex Spikes Ltd. Gross House, 144 Pin Street, Great Payne, Birmingham 12. (postage NP3)
“Ohh….” he gasped as the locking ring was closed, “….Oh My Gonads,” he added as the cage was snapped shut. “guest 13045 has stated the standard Reformatory refrain,” she said without sympathy, “although gaolbirds may use the word Groin instead. But he should stop moaning since it’s only the Short strength….which he’ll be wearing all night. Any more nonsense, and I’ll replace it with a worse one.” He shivered, and stood silently as he was given a smooth steel balls band. “An easy 4oz,” she said evenly, “but there are also heavier hauls….weighing in at 8oz, 12oz and 1lb.”
Then she rummaged on a shelf and located some steel for the heiress. “Ahhh….yes….Ahhh,” she gasped in her turn as boobs bands were applied. They were bigger and better ballast than those for the balls, but he was already aware how much she enjoyed tits torment. “Clipped cuffs should ensure good behaviour,” she said, “but just to be safe, here’s a spiked chastity belt….” she spread her legs, “Ahhh….Oh My Groin,” she gasped as it was applied, “….which should stop any ideas of Indecent Intent about taking a tongue to twat.” Then she showed him a sheet of paper, “Hold your Indictment Indicator high,” she said, “and present your purposeful pulsing penis.”
guest 13045: sex-pest and Public pervert
evenings: six lashes wielded with whip
mornings: six taps of tanningtown tawse
Maximum term - one month
Aunt Marge had always maintained the cane was too mild, and he merited much more. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he stood as ordered….FLASHH. Then he turned to the left….FLASHH….and likewise the right….FLASHH. “Did you have a school roll number….?” she asked of the heiress. “Yes….Ma’am,” she replied, “it was 7356.” His former fagmistress wrote rapidly, “….we’d prepared David’s earlier, but obviously weren’t aware of your impromptu stay.” A good grandiloquism, meaning on the spur of the moment.
gaolbird guest 7356 : exposure, playing with pussy in
public
evenings: six cuts of correctional cane
mornings: twelve tawse taps to tush, tits and twat
Maximum term - one month
FLASHH….then again….FLASHH….and again….FLASHH. “It goes on your cell door,” Patricia Terrier explained, “so the Guards are aware of your agonies. All guests normally spend their first night outside, as Put-You-In-Your-Place punishment.” As he’d discovered during his more recent incarceration. “Hands held behind backs,” she ordered, clipping their cuffs. Then she strutted out of the room, and along the hall. Felon and Feloness followed, though there was no chance of easy escape. The chain on their ankles meant they could walk, but not run.
Then it was down a set of stone steps into the building’s basement. They padded past the long line of prison cells, with The Terror Twins’ high heels clicking all the way. At the end it was outside through a door, and he saw three so-called Spanish Donkey trestles waiting in line. “Daily Diets Of Discipline are dished here, gaolbird 7356,” said Pretty Patty, “but we’re a bit busy with Relay….” doubtless still hanging around? “….so starting tomorrow morning. Your overnight accommodation is in the corner of the courtyard.”
They continued across to what was clearly labelled The Doghouse. She took two long lengths of chain-link, already attached at one end to the kennel roof, and clipped the others to their collars. “Down, dogs….” said Sexy Sammy, setting some food into firmly fixed bowls on the ground, “….here’s dinner….and water. In one way it’ll be sound retribution, since it’s some serfs’ revenge. We poor peasants had it hard, whilst the nobility lived a life of luxury….” Oops, “….enjoy….and we’ll wish you a very good night….” ha bloody ha, “….with one extra whack on your beat sheet for such shocking Sarcasm, guest 13045.” As ever, her apparent mind reading abilities were working well.
They knelt, and watched whilst The Terror Twins strutted away. “An eye-opener, Shagger,” said AAAHH, “I’d always thought Sari was strict, but they’re something else again….” she paused, “….how are we supposed to eat?” He shrugged. “With our mouths, doggy style,” he replied, “but after breakfast it’ll be Dowsing Duty, when we’re hosed down….” she shivered, “I was never a fan of cold showers at school, Shagger,” she interjected, “….nor me,” he agreed, “so welcome to hell….although it isn’t hot.”
It was several minutes later before they were finished. At least the food had been good….stew of some sort. “You’re a shambles, Shagger,” she said, “but I suppose I’m no better. Will you at least lick my lips clean? It’s something they haven’t stopped us doing.” He did so, and then she repaid the compliment. “Mmmm,” she moaned, kissing him hard. “AHHH,” he gasped in renewed penile pain. “So sorry,” she said, “I’d forgotten about the spikes on your shaft.” Which he wouldn’t be doing anytime soon. “After you,” he said, gesturing inside, “I’m assuming you’re happy to sleep together? If not, I’ll stay outside.” She sniggered. “It’s a little late to be bothered about Maidenly Modesty, Shagger,” she said, “at least we can huddle together for warmth.”
He crawled inside after her, and saw there was a pillow and blankets at the back. “It’s only the one night, Licia,” he repeated, “unless you’ve been really out of line, in which case the Guards will graciously award you another….” she shivered, and they lay down in the cramped conditions, “….goodnight….or at least as is possible. I was expecting to be here, albeit on my own. As it is, I’ve a gorgeous gaolbird to keep me company.” She sniggered. “Flatterer,” she replied, “and a very good night to you too.” Gently, she kissed his forehead, and he closed his eyes. It would still be a long night….seven inches, and this was but the beginning.
To be continued……
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