Chapter 244 - part (4) of (4)

 Reformation

 The Tight Diam♀nd

She opened the door and he followed her inside, before setting down his clothes. Clearly, she was still heavily into knackering and the wall posters were still of studs in poses of pain. He shivered slightly at a large picture of two very rugged-looking wrestlers, clearly going after each other’s best bits. “The Backbreaker Submission Position,” he opined, pointing towards it, “and inversion in incredible inferiority. Could I offer my organs accordingly?” She nodded, and bent down on one knee.

 

Carefully, he draped himself backwards over it, with his shoulders and feet firmly on the floor. “AHHH….AHHH….” he gasped as his nuts were knackered, “….I’ve submitted and signed your Sheet, but don’t let it stop you from squeezing my scrotum….AHHH….” apparently, it wouldn’t, “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….SALLY….me balls....AYEEEEE.”

 

He took a deep breath, whilst his world wavered. “Now it’s time to demand my dues,” she said, with obvious enthusiasm. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped as this time his scrotum was stretched, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I am your stretch slave, MA’AM.” He glanced up at her, and saw her chest heaving. “Such fun,” she said with another sniff, “I think we’ll do it all again….several times.” Somehow he couldn’t see a similar success story with Roderick?

 

It was seven separate sets of squeezes and stretches later when she finally finished. “I can see some semen seeping, Shagger,” she said happily, “so it seems we’ve both enjoyed the erotic experience. I’m good at knackering nuts, even if I say so myself.” Unexpectedly, a mental picture of The Ice Maiden appeared in his brain. “Most definitely, Ma’am,” he said instead, rolling slowly onto the floor, whilst quivering quietly….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped.

 

“No lounging around, Shagger,” she said, “since time is short, and Mum will be waiting for willy. Perhaps you might please pussy? I’ll agree it’s something with which subbies and switches do have an edge. As you say, Dominant dolts do have an abysmal attitude in the area of oral appreciation.” He nodded. “I don’t think I did a great deal in this direction when I relieved you of your virginity last year,” he mused, “but this time round, my tongue is yours for as many orgasms as you wish….” she smiled slightly, “….what’s your preference for position?”

 

She pursed her lips. “We’ll adjourn to my bed,” she said, “with pussy propped up on a pillow. Then afterwards you can be all luvvy-duvvy, and make me in the Missionary Position.” Easily achieved, and always give the lovely Lady what she wants. As indeed his former unofficial Tutress, Alice Tetsworth had told him often enough. Tits Worth had many a mint of other helpful hints for humping harlots, and they’d so often been proved correct.

 

She strutted across the room, and turned down the bedcovers. Then she shifted a pillow so it was placed horizontally, half way down. Then she lay down, and he knelt between her lovely legs. “Yess,” he whispered as he unzipped the fastener at the front, followed by those at each side. Now he was able to lift the flaps of material more easily. “Spread your legs….my dear,” he ordered, “so I can successfully suck slit.” She did so at once. “UHHH,” she moaned as he licked her labial lips experimentally. “There’s no need for any long licks to get you going, my dear,” he said, “which go from forest and fancy to fanny. It’s already wet….so all the knackering of nuts has turned on your tight twat.”

 

She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth fetchingly before grabbing the bed rails in both hands. Despite her previous protestations, the gesture was in itself rather reminiscent of bondage. Thoughts of prison bars, and cages, flashed across his overheated brain. However this wasn’t the time or place to make an issue of it. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” she moaned as he delved deep, and nuzzled her naughtiness with his nose, “….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH.”

 

He wasn’t about to bite her….although he’d do so with dearest Mama, since she was one for a bit clit. Nevertheless, he could still suck it into his mouth. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” she moaned as he duly did so, “….OMG Shagger….I’m cumming….UHHH….I’m cumming….” she was shaking all over, “….UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS.” Patiently, he waited for her eyes to open. “Again,” she said huskily, as he bowed to the inevitable.

 

This time it was eight orgasms later before they were finished, and he hoped his Hostess wouldn’t mind the wait until it was her turn? “Uhhh….screw me, Shagguhhhh….” she moaned, still somewhere on Cloud Nine, “….uhhh,” she repeated as very gently he pushed his pulsing penis passed her pussy. This was an erotic experience he’d not expected to enjoy again. Then he lay down on top of her, and inch by inch his tool took her tight twat. “Mmmm,” she moaned as he kissed her, gently.

 

 

She held his head in place, so clearly it was appreciated. “Uhhh….fuck my fancy for me….uhhh,” she moaned, “hump it hard….uhhh….and don’t stop till you spunk….” he concentrated on quadratic equations, in order to ensure she came first….so to speak, “….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS.” Now it was finally his tool’s turn so seek some satisfaction from her slit. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned, “this is….UHHH….where you get your….well….cumuppance my dear….Mmmm….” he kissed her again, even as he felt himself falling over the edge, “….YESS….YESS,” he moaned, spurting strongly, “YESS….YESS,” she echoed from yet another orgasm. Slowly he waited until the room had stopped spinning.

 

He raised his rear, and his soft shaft slipped out. Then he shimmied off the bed. “Here’s a tissue for your tool,” she murmured, taking two from her bedside cabinet, and using one on herself. “All right, you Cocky Little Blighter,” she said sulkily, “sex IS a whole lot better after any amount of oral appreciation….although studs who’ll offer it are few and far between.” He mopped down his manhood.

 

“As I’ve said before,” he replied, “you should source some subbies or switches, rather than Dominant dolts. By way of an example, Dishy Dez from St Dudes has done Lyn before now….” they were both skirt sinners under the skin, “….and I don’t think she had any complaints about his competence. I understand he’s been here for Some Schooling With A Suitably Strict Slant, so you can ask your Mother for his contact details. He’ll have just left St Judes School, since he was in my year. So if he’s attending University, you’ll have to hurry….” he was wasting his time, since she was asleep. Carefully, he removed the pillow and replaced it to its proper place. Then he covered her over, and crept quietly towards the door. Then he continued out onto the landing towards his destination.

 

The Classroom

quoniam nequam pueri et puellae injuriosum

 

It was coarse Latin, For Bad boys And Guilty Girls, with a design modelled on St Sticks. As he stepped inside, he saw a sinful schoolgirl sitting at a desk. Clearly, she was busy writing Lines. “Time’s up, Limmitz,” he said, “how many sheets have you achieved?” He doubted she’d have finished. “Please, Sir,” she replied, with the so-called swishees’ smirk, “it’s only three, Sir.” It was 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.

 

“Strip starkers,” he ordered, “and step out here. It will be three strokes, in the staccato style.” He watched whilst she folded them neatly to the floor….as an august alumna, or sometime scholar of St Sticks, she too knew the form. “Bend over,” he ordered, picking up a cane, “nice and tight.” The same as HER twat, too.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk  

“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE....THREE, thank you, SIR,” she yelped, “I’m sorry I failed to finish, Sir.” Any more for any more? “Would you pass an erection inspection?” he enquired, “No, Sir,” she replied, “my nipples are naughty, Sir.” He nodded. “Three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing,” he said, “which is a new caning phrase, as recently introduced at The Styx.” By him, as it happened, and originating from St Bodlians School in Rugby.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk  

“Yikes....YIKES....YIKES....SIX, thank you, SIR,” she gasped, “you’re so Masterful, Sir. I admit to always having fancied a flogging from you....even though for many years the likelihood seemed low.” With good reason, bearing in mind what a basket-case he’d once been. “I’ve always enjoyed the thought of thrashing you,” he agreed, “well before I was able to wield the weapon. However I avoided wanking worthlessly, on the grounds it wasn’t at all appropriate with a respectable married Lady. Obviously I wasn’t aware you’re simply a sex slut....even worse than my Mother.” She giggled girlishly, and wiggled her waist. “So what’s stopping you, Sir?” she asked, provocatively. “Nothing,” he agreed, “so three more whacks....Incitement, a caneable Question....one of sheer cheek, and also Impertinently Imparting Information.”   

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk

“Yaroooh..HOOH..OOH,” she gasped, sounding so much like sex, “NINE....a nasty nine, thank you so much, SIR. I was guilty as charged on all counts, and the Lines were spot-on.” So what was next? “Perhaps we should adjourn next door?” he asked. “Most certainly, Sir,” she replied, “where there’s a Cunnie Punnie bench, for the precise purpose of punishing pussies which poke.” He nodded, returning the cane to the teacher’s desk....SMACKK “....Oww,” she gasped as he applied a seriously Sexist smack. “Get going, guilty girl,” he ordered as she got, and he followed her across the room....SMACKK “....Oww.” Their destination had been a matter of mystery to him for many years, until he’d finally been allowed inside. It was essentially a torture parlour, mostly for mere males.

 

The Dante Room

Hic omnes spes ingredientibus

 

Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here....in accordance with the sentiments of the original Inferno. She pushed open the door, and he entered behind her. Uh..huh….since this was where her long-suffering spouse had ended up....spread-eagled starkers on a St Andrews Cross “Presumably you finished the washing up first?” he asked sourly. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, “and tidied the kitchen thoroughly. Even so, Ma’am managed to find fault....and then found her favourite French flogger.” She winked once. “Which was before I switched, Sir,” she said. “I don’t see many marks,” he said, looking at his shoulders and seat.”

 

The older man shivered. “The martinet mostly met my male meat, Sir,” he replied, “bearing in mind Ma’am’s pedigree at school.” Dear me yes….since she’d hailed from the six knackerers in dorm 6K. “Like Mother like daughter, it appears,” he said, “and obviously also your sinful son....” John-Boy, his favourite friend, “....who’s likewise knackered my nuts more often than I can care to remember. Anyway, you’ll be pleased to learn I’ve paid for the privilege of poking your wonderful open-Wife’s private parts this evening....a process which you should see shortly. However there’s tomorrow morning, so you can be my whipping boy in addition to cuckold....” she handed him the offending item, with its eighteen ribbed rubber tails, “....a dozen due, in accordance with her cunt currency....in pairs.” Thwackkk Thwackkk “....AHHH....”  Thwackkk Thwackkk “....AHHH,” he gasped as his shoulders were strafed....Thwackkk Thwackkk “....AHHH....” Thwackkk Thwackkk “....AHHH,” he repeated as they struck his seat.

 

“Don’t forget his scrotum, Sir,” she said, stroking herself where she shouldn’t. Her mouth was wide open, with an expression of ecstasy. It was almost akin to the harridans of old who’d enjoyed watching the guillotine during the French revolution, and a sort of Schadenfreude....Thwapp Thwapp “....UGHHH....” Thwapp Thwapp “....UGHHH,” he moaned in acute agony. “You’re next....” he said, as her smile switched off like a light, “....get yourself onto the bench.” She padded across to it, lay down, and looped her legs over the two verticals. “Richard Merryweather has one of these in his study at The Styx....” he said, shackling her wrists and ankles to the wooden frame, “....and I’ve used it on occasion, with his kind connivance. Presumably you’ve done so as well?” She shivered slightly, obviously in fond memories. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, “Big Dick’s done me on it....before doing me with his big dick.”

 

Why was he not surprised? “It’ll be cuts to the crotch until you climax,” he said, “knowing you’re yet another pussy pain pervert. I know you’ve no limits....No Limmitz. Then it’ll be a suitably sore slit for screwing.” This time the shivers were in anticipation....Thwapp Thwapp “....UGHHH....me cunt....me cunt,” she moaned, struggling against the shackles. It achieved nothing, as always....Thwapp  Thwapp “....UGHHH....harder, Sir....huhh....hit it HARDER.” Always happy to help....THWAPP THWAPP “....URGHHH...OMG I’m cumming....YESS....YESS.” So not precisely a punishment? “Again?” he asked politely. “Y..Yes please, Sir,” she replied, her chest heaving, “hit the clit MUCH more, Sir.”

 

It was three cums later before she decided her slit was sufficiently sore. “Huhh....Sir,” she moaned, “my tight twat’s totally turned on.....huhh....ravish and rape me....huhh....show me you care.” Obviously of the consensual kind, since she’d actually asked the action. “Now it’s time for you to take my tool,” he said sternly, setting down the martinet, “and it’ll show your spouse who’s the Superior Sir.” Which was what cuckolding was all about. “Screw her slit soundly, Sir,” he suggested from the cross, so at least everyone was happy. “UHHH....SIR,” she moaned as her pussy was peremptorily poked. As before, when doing her darling daughter, he’d endeavour to ensure her naughty needs....well, came first. “UHHH....Shagguhhh,” she moaned, “I’m cumming.....UHHH....YESS....YESS.” So at last it was his tool’s turn. “UHHH....UHHH,” he moaned as he humped her hard. Somehow screwing was more fun with an appreciative audience....especially when humping hubby’s harlot.

 

“UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….I love you so much, Jeanie,” he moaned. “Uhhh….you Cunt Casanovas are all the same, Sir….uhhh,” she replied, “charmer..uhh..s, the lot of you.” She should know, having sampled so many at The Styx over the years. He was well aware of being only the latest in a VERY long line of lovers….which included Raymond Lee. There’d been the occasion when he’d reported to her study, in the Spring Term of Year LXXXVIII. He’d only been delivering Lines, but his firm friend was enjoying a Sunday Special. Still, at least now any residual feelings of jealousy should be assuaged. “UHHH….UHHH….” he moaned happily, even as some celestial cymbals started sounding.

 

It was odd how this hadn’t happened with Sexy Sally, but he wouldn’t worry with the whys, “UHHH….YESS….I’m spunking….YESS….YESS….YESS.” He held onto her thighs to steady himself until the room had done so. “Not bad,” she said wryly, “six spurts, into what was a second slit.” Slowly, his soft shaft slipped out. “There’s some tissues by the Rack, Sir,” put in Dai Diamond, “I often need them, for when she stretches some semen….in addition to everything else.” Very fucking funny. “Thanks,” he replied, helping himself to two such. “Uhhh….” he moaned, whilst wiping his willy, “….thank you, Sir….huhh,” she added as her sore slit was stroked.

 

Then he released all her shackles, and she sat up slowly, rubbing her wrists. “Did you do Dai?” he enquired, “as Sally suggested?” She shook her head. “Nope,” she replied, “although he was pleased to poke pussy, whilst wearing a strap-on dildo head-harness. He can contemplate coitus from the confines of a cage….in fearful frustration beneath the bed.” Although apparently he’d once had it far worse….left locked inside a KTB for the entire term when she’d been supply teacher. How horrendously humbling would it have been, knowing one’s spouse was screwing a selection of studs at The Styx? “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned upon release from the St Andrews Cross.

 

“Shall we go, Jeanie?” he asked, offering his hand. “Surely, Sir,” she replied, accepting it. Together they returned to The Classroom, with Dai Diamond following humbly. Next it was out onto the landing, and along to their bedroom at the far end. He stood aside at the door, and waved her ahead with a slight bow. He might be a Superior Sir, but there was no reason not to be gallant….Smackk “….Oww,” gasped his host, having his seat smacked as he too passed by. “I didn’t mean you, bad boy,” he growled. “So sorry, Sir,” he said, leaning forward slightly, “more, Sir,” he implored….SMACKK SMACKK “….OWW….thank you, Sir.” She switched on the bedside light, and there was the slave cage as claimed. He’d seen it when he’d bedded her once before. However The Double Diamond had been playing away, so it hadn’t been occupied.

 

“Does it have a time lock, Jeanie?” he enquired, “since I saw one of these in operation a short while ago?” She smiled sweetly. “Was it with fuckable Fleur?” she asked, “since I know she cuckolds Mission Jim.” Her hubby, James, “Yes,” he replied, “the very same, and I was able to wish him a very good morning….Mr Phelps….” with the witticism based around the ancient TV programme of Mission: Impossible, “….which was immediately before leaving for London, and thence the Pennance Reformatory, as I described earlier.” There were two sniggers, even as Dai Diamond crawled into the slave cage.

 

“But in answer to your query,” she said, “it’s a Yes, and I’ve set it to open at six o’clock tomorrow morning….” Rise And Shine, “….for him to prepare us both some breakfast in bed. Then we’ll enjoy some more erotic entertainment, although this time I daresay it’ll be with me as a disciplinary Domme….” he wouldn’t object, “….with your nuts knackered neatly….” inevitably, “….and fucking fun, followed by a long relaxing hot shower together….” she closed the cage door, “….goodnight, Dai….sleep as best you’re able.” Probably not very well. “Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, his words muted by the bed. “Goodnight,” he repeated, “I shall likewise lay your lovely Lady in loco maritus.” There was a sad sniff. “In Place Of A Married Man, Sir,” he replied, knowing his place.

 

Slowly he shed his remaining clothes and folded them tidily. But where were the rest? Yes….as they both climbed under the bedcovers, he’d left them outside Sexy Sally’s door. No matter, as she switched off the light, they’d keep until the morning. “I shall be attending Summer School for a fortnight this year,” she said into the darkness, “with week 4 as previous prefect, and then playing In The Pink….as Jeanette Limmitz. Since week 5 is the last in August, with luck we should share at least one lesson together. It’s the beauty of the system, enabling august alumni not only to revisit the rattan….” sampling some school style stick and swishing sessions, “….but also participate in posterior pain with previous pupils.”

 

Put thus, he could well understand the attraction. “I’ve always wondered what Mum and dad’s dished derrière discipline might have been like,” he admitted, “but also had a hankering for your hit hiney….with it caned comprehensively in class. It’s something I’d cherish….” he paused, “….I assume you’re both attending the wedding….ohh,” he added as she stroked his cheek, and as always her touch was 1000V. “Yes,” she replied, “with John-Boy, although Sally’s too young. I’m glad it’ll be an open-marriage, since I’d hate this to be the last time of taking your tool. There’s always been a certain spark between us, which I’m afraid isn’t quite the case with her….” alas, “….still, one can’t win ’em all….” quite correct, “….although you’ve tried The Tight Twat twice. Obviously all credit is due for doing your best to make them memorable moments. However, her loss is my gain….so sleep well, Shagger.”

 

She nuzzled his chest with her naughty nipples. “Goodnight, gorgeous,” he replied, relishing the prospect of another poke from one of his favourite floozies. Hopefully a second session of cuckolding would be more frustration fun for the fella on the floor? As a simple subbie it was still straight up his street. Anyway, there was nothing to stop them screwing after he’d left. Slowly, he fell into a seriously satisfied sleep.

To be continued……

 

 

predicament penile pleasure

sore seat spurting

Chapter 244 - part (3) of (4)

 Reformation

 

“Then I left them to it,” he said, “and checked on the next playroom. This time it was indeed the new guest 6911, together with The Terror Twins as Tutresses.”

 

“Good evening, Davina,” said one, “you’re back sooner than we expected.” He inspected her eye expression minutely. “Yes….Sammy,” he replied, “the Police kindly provided a lift for a deviant damsel in distress. However, LPC Hurst-Howe will be visiting your Mother’s house shortly, to interview Relay. She’d like to take him up on his filthy fantasies for having an interrogation….and will also be a Guard….” there were two thumbs-up, “….are you making much progress with our newest guest?”

 

He was handcuffed, bending forward, and locked inside a balls pillory. The results of his evening Diet Of Discipline could clearly be seen, with eight red stripes spaced all across his seat. Each one was raised and red, which wasn’t surprising since they’d been staccato style in threes. “Not terribly well, Davina,” said Pretty Patty, “since it took us almost an hour of beating him about before he’d even agree to touch twat with his tongue. We started by slapping his face substantially, but following its failure we resorted to stronger tactics. As you know only too well, dudes have no defence against testicular torment. So we cropped his crotch continually until he capitulated….and cried. We’ve explained the process of pussy pleasing, but he still hasn’t achieved any sort of success….” she shrugged, “….we’ve plenty of time to get it right.”

 

He strutted around, and sure enough there was a face of fear. “Not so cocky now, are we….guest 6911?” he enquired sweetly. “Yer could ’ave said sumfing,” he muttered, “Ah never expected ter be locked up wiv some sodding sadistic sluts….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” he added, as she slapped him again. “I’d keep such sentiments to yourself,” he suggested, “since there’ll now be several strokes added to your beat sheet….” he paused, “….and I DID say something. However your penis was well away on Planet Pussy, when your brain wasn’t engaged. I gather it’s THE Hardnut Quarry for you all day tomorrow….so sleep well, if you can, since you’ll need all your strength.”

 

“Which actually wouldn’t do any good,” he said, “as he’d be worked until he dropped. I once watched SamSam in such a situation whilst water bowsing, when he’d keeled over from sheer exhaustion. Then the Guards whipped him where he lay, in utter degradation and despair. Anyway, I left the Twins to their not-so tender mercies, and strutted back to my own cell. I shed the Happy Hooker hosiery, folding it neatly to the floor, and enjoyed a good night’s sleep….my first for quite a while. The following morning I awoke to find I’d been cuffed and shackled again. Over breakfast, the Guards left us all a leaflet to read.”

 

Bikes Spikes™

Cycling will never be the same!

Excellent either for shared suffering, or to show your subbie or slave some Superiority. These special saddles replace the traditional type. They are completely covered with a series of short semi-sharp spikes on the seat (bared bottoms are best). But the posterior punishment whilst peddling is simply for starters. For studs, the scrotum is separated by spikes (situated in the sensitive space between both balls). The shaft is similarly stimulated, to provide plenty of penile pain. For sluts, a specially spiked cylindrical stick works its wicked way within the labial lips, Cycling starkers is soundest, but there are white latex rainwear Modesty Macs available (if you must) either for shy souls, or locations where exhibitionism and exposure aren’t exactly encouraged. A smooth saddle cover is provided for the return run, after you’ve enjoyed some filthy fun and frolics in the fields. (studied sadists may prefer to pass)

Only NP29 6s 0d each (NP25:60) including full fitting instructions (illustrated). Modesty Macs NP10 3s 0d (NPΦ:30) single size fits all. Smooth saddle covers NP6. Flat rate postage NP3. Overseas & retail enquiries welcome. Buy today from your local branch of Foibles, or direct from Sex Spikes Ltd. Gross House, 144 Pin Street, Great Payne, Birmingham 12.

 

 

The Guards graciously removed their smooth steel balls bands and the leashes on their legs, however these were the only concessions. Three guests and one gaolbird were still starkers as they padded out of the courtyard, where four bicycles were waiting against one wall. The numbers were low, since Gerald Genial had disappeared….and ALF would be elsewhere.

 

Andrea Pawling wasn’t present either, presumably also departed? “Take the B3696,” said Sexy Sammy, “the same road as Davina and I went the other day, so he can lead the way. Turn left just past the Naff Caff….” she sniggered slightly, “….WE can stop off for a cuppa if you wish, but I wouldn’t recommend it. Pennance’s charter doesn’t extend there, and anyway you’d need to take your chances with any number of macho male truckers. We’ll be waiting for you at Lover’s Leap Falls, to check everyone’s arrival. You can have a breather there for an hour….and then it’ll be back again. After lunch, it’ll be the Genny Genny Genny.”

 

“It’s the General Genitorture Generator….” he explained, as Dinah brought the desserts, and set them down. They were an enticing jam roly-poly, with cream and custard, “….which I’d done last year. Essentially it’s a treadmill with a very large, long, slatted rotating drum. The guests are required to walk continually with each wrist attached to the ceiling by a Rope Of Rack And Ruin. If you get too far out of line, you know all about it, since your scrotum is stretched. Needless to say, the guests are whipped well by the Guards. It’s a case of endless work until finally you fall and are firmly flogged for failure.” She giggled girlishly. “Rather like The Box Room at The Styx, Shagger?” she suggested. “Quite so,” he agreed, “but back to the bikes. Needless to say, there was no trace of any Modesty Macs.”

 

“Ahhh….ahhh….Oh My Gonads,” he gasped, sitting on the saddle, and the semi-sharp spikes skewered his seat, scrotum and shaft. Carefully, she clipped a short chain between the saddle and his waistband. “We wouldn’t want you standing,” she said, clipping his cuffs to the handlebars, “to avoid all agonies. Cycle single-file, in accordance with the highway code.” She moved onto the heiress. “Ahhh….ahhh,” gasped AAAHH, “Oh My Groin,” whilst Pretty Patty prepared the noble knight and Grim Jim. Then we set off, and peddling was painfully pleasurable. As his legs rotated, his shaft was stimulated. He glanced back, and from the heiress’ expression of ecstasy it was clearly the same situation with her slit. So for a pussy pain pervert, it wouldn’t present much of a problem.

 

Half an hour later, they were passed by CUT 1E, with both Twins waving. It was only a mile further to Daff’s Caff. He saw they’d parked, and were standing drinking mugs of tea….whilst being chatted up by several not-so salubrious specimens. Don’t do it, he radioed to them, since it’s the spider and the fly. Alf’s Transport : surbiton was still where he’d left it….which wasn’t going anywhere anyway, owing to its deflated tyres.

 

Then he saw an old-fashioned finger signpost to LOVERS LEAP FALLS. He’d have raised his left arm to signal his intentions, however it was immobilized. So any passing motorists would just have to manage. It was another mile of winding lane before they reached their destination. There was nothing there, apart from an otherwise empty car park. Then The Terror Twins arrived. “Well done, everyone,” said Sexy Sammy as she released them, “you’re all a bit hot and bothered, so you can stand in the falls to cool off.” Thanks for nothing….since it amounted to yet another involuntary cold shower.

 

“They kept us underneath for what seemed forever,” he said, “by which time several cars had arrived, and provided us with an appreciative audience. Apparently the Twins had told them we were members of the Pennance Masochist Society, and how we likewise loved rolling in the snow, as they do in cold climes. Then after the advertised breather, it was back on the bikes for our weary way home. We met LPC Hurst-Howe in her Police car just after the NAFF CAFF, who gave us a cheery wave. In one way I’d have preferred to have been arrested for indecent Exposure, since we’d have been spared some cycling suffering.” She smiled. “I don’t suppose there were any Smooth saddle covers….?” she asked, and he simply stared, “….sorry, a silly question.” He took a second sip of coffee.

 

“We’ll move on to my last day,” he said, “which I didn’t know at the time. It was late afternoon, and I’d spent most of the afternoon suffering inside my cell. My dearest Aunt Marge appeared, and handed me two large baskets with a long list and some cash. Sure enough, it was my turn to do some Shocking Shopping. I thought I might be doing dinner for the Guards again, but apparently there were some new guests rostered for the job. I clanked carefully to THE SQUARE, since my ankles were still chained. Lady Alicia Harborne was present in the PILLORY, so I was able to apply some Sexist Smacks and test the echo again. I finally found everything in the Pennance General Store, and took it all to the till….manned by the owner. The church clock had struck for five, and she’d closed for business, so I was her last customer of the day.”

 

“It’ll be twendy three new-poendz, three shillingz, Shaggerr,” said Alice Terrier as he handed her two notes and a 3s coin. She responded with a till receipt, which confirmed payment of NP27 3s 0d (NP23:30). “Oi’ll give you a helping harnd barck to The Old Police Station,” she said, picking up a holdall and switching off the lights. Then he followed her outside, and she locked the shop. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned, clanking along THE SQUARE, as she softly stroked his seat and shaft. Presumably some free fanny and fancy fondling was what she’d had in mind? It was interesting how London Transport had recently recruited Touch-up Teams to stop sex pests Touching Up Talent on tube trains. But when the tables were turned, it was….well, all hands on dick?” What wonderful wit….as they continued their journey.

 

Several minutes later they arrived, and again the front door was open. “There you are at last, Guest 13045,” said Aunt Marge, as though it had all been his fault. But if it were a problem, she could always have sent him out earlier….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped. “Stop trying to shift the blame,” she said, her apparent mind reading skills still second to none, “and take the goodies into The Canteen. Guests 12350 and 12352 need the parsnips as a matter of urgency, to start the soup for our supper. Then get back to your cell. Meantime, I believe Alice wants a few words?”

 

They disappeared in the direction of the library, and he continued into the kitchen. “Greetings, guys,” he said to Tittle-tattle, “I’ll find your veggies….” he set the baskets down and rummaged around, “….glad you could make it here. Although, YOU probably won’t be very shortly, since it’s almost time for your evening Diets Of Discipline. What are your Indictments?” He put parsnips on to the table. “Thanks, Shagger….” said John Title, “….needless to say,” Adrian Turtle continued, “it’s Ogling….but then we WERE once in The Six ♂glers.” Or otherwise dorm 6O. “There’s no shortage of objects for Ogling Obviously Over,” he agreed, “but beware, since Staring At Skirts is worth a whack. Unless you’re pleasing pussy, when one is whipped well.”

 

They both grinned. “Just as it should be, Shagger….” said Tittle, “….I’m sure we’ll fit in fine,” added Tattle as he clanked out. Then it was down the steps into the cellblock until he reached his own….Cell 6, his lucky number. It was after The Prisoner, the 1960’s TV cult classic, which had starred dear old Patrick McGoohan. The Village had been inescapable….well, fromable, and Pennance wasn’t much better. His own Indictment Indicator adorned the door, and he clanked inside to see a vision of beauty, seemingly stern. “There are ten whacks owing on your beat sheet, guest 13045….” said LPC Sheila Hurst-Howe, now fully adorned in the Reformatory regalia, “….so assume the Position.” Oo..er….yes MA’AM, as he complied.

 

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“Ooo..HOO….TWO, thank you, Ma’am,” he gasped. “The staccato style was always my favourite form of flogging,” she said, “preferably in pairs, to reinforce the rattan….” so another studied sadist, “….I shall enjoy this immensely, having noted how your neat little bottom is so similar to Relay’s….” as indeed he’d been told often enough.

 

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“Yi..HI….FOUR, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped with one of the Hurting Hellos, “….simply Asking for the cane….” thus another two dollars, “….I was once deputy headmistress at St Mobius Secondary Modern, which was known as The S&M….” for fairly obvious reasons, “….now lie on your bed.” He obeyed instantly.

 

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“YAYY..HEYY….SIX, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, with the second, “We used to swish students starkers in our studies,” she said, “reporting for the rattan was usually called a Mobius Strip….” what wonderful wit, “….but then the Governors went all namby-pamby, and decided to make it a progressive school. I knew discipline would go to the dogs, which it did, and it closed a couple of years later….” Iain Terrence Hayter would have approved.

 

SWISHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHTHWACKKK 

“YEOWWW..WOWW….EIGHT….a straight eight, thank you so much, MA’AM,” he gasped, “….after which I joined the Cornwall County Constabulary. But it’s good to be back beating bad boys’ bare bottoms again….especially when they’re such competent canees.”

 

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“YIKES..YIKES….TEN….a total of ten, thank you, MA’AM. I know I needed them all.” For whatever it was, since he’d long since lost track. “It included Six For Sex,” she said, suddenly standing beside him, “….a Caning For Cunt….” his eyes automatically shifted to a sensitive spot, as he contemplated coitus, “….alas not mine….” then whose? “….although I’m hopeful we’ll rectify this deficiency during your next visit to Pennance. However it’s one more whack for Staring At Skirts….and a second for Leching Longingly Like A Loser.”

 

SWISHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHTHWACKKK 

“YEOUCHH..OUCH….TWELVE….a dozen due, thank you, MA’AM. I was guilty as charged on both counts….ohh,” he added as she stroked his stripes with the stick. “Stand up….Shagger,” she said, “since you’re now officially Reformed….for the moment.” Slowly, he did so, and she released all his smooth steel shackles. “Your guest reward is in the duty room.” SMACKK  SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, “I also wanted to test YOUR echo in the PENNANCE PILLORY….but this will do for now. I’m giving Relay a tumble in the Police station next Sunday, along the lines you suggested….” he hadn’t actually any idea what day of the week it was? “….but for this evening, he’ll be busy bonking AAAHH, for her gaolbird reward in my bed at Nettle Cottage….” she smiled, “….it’s well named, so I strongly suspect stinging nettles….” probably up against pussy, knowing her predilection for painful poking, “….take your Indictment Indicator down, since we’ll need Cell 6 shortly for guest 12350 and 12352….” he hadn’t known Tittle-tattle’s numbers before now, “…..disappear, before my resolve fails completely, and I decide to run you in for indecent exposure on a bicycle….” Oops, “…..Mmmm,” she concluded, kissing him hard, and handling his hiney.

 

“Au revoir, Ma’am,” he said, padding out into the corridor and rolling up the sheet as a suitable souvenir. It was only a few steps to his destination, and he opened the door. “Who’z been a bard boy….?” asked Alice Terrier, standing sternly by the bed. Her Miss Whiplash wear was basically a black bodice which failed to cover anything of importance. There were also matching gloves, which currently held a French flogger. Finally there were long black Sinatra-style laced thigh-boots, and a spiked Mistress collar affected the apparition an added attraction. “Me, Ma’am,” he muttered, kneeling naked in the Position For Pleasuring. “Marrge warz warnting to whip you,” she said, spreading her legs, “but Oi assurred herr you’d still sufferr forr yourr sinz, so starrt by Humping Harlotz with head. Then do Nuzzling Nubilez with noze….” delighted, “….Oi make merre malez meet moi marrtinet, with simulteneoz strafing of shoulders.”

 

“Then it was Tickling Tarts with tongue,” he said, “for a captivating Celtic cunt, one which seemed so similar to The Terror Twins’ twats. It must have been a dozen orgasms.” Then Dinah appeared again with coffee and milk jugs. “Half and half, please,” she said, as it was poured. “The same….” he said, as some spilled onto the tablecloth, “….one whack for chronic Carelessness….?” she nodded, as he picked up the cane, and the Waitress assumed the position again….SWISHHTHWACKKK “….Oww….so sorry, Sir.” He arose, and strutted stiffly from the room. “Help yourself to sugar, Shagger,” she said wittily. “No thanks,” he replied, “since I’m sweet enough as it is.” She rolled her eyes at the well-worn witticism.

 

 

After another age of agonies, she patted his head and handed him the flogger. Then she lay down on the bed with her legs wide, apparently in preparation for what-ho? “Oi recall thiz room iz where you failed to fuck moi Twinz forr a second toime,” she said. “Yes, Alice,” he agreed, “it was two years ago, during my Holiday From Hell. I’d had a night of frustration fun, sleeping with them whilst shackled to this very bed. Then in the morning, they sixdy nined themselves whilst I watched….and wanked worthlessly.”

 

“It’s a twin thing,” he said sourly, “taking tongues to twats is a light Lesbian leaning, one frequently fancied by favourite and firm female friends….as we all know.” She coloured slightly, and stared suddenly at the floor. “Moving on,” she muttered.

 

She winked once. “Art the toime,” she said, “Oi rairkoned Oi’d missed oat arn yourr marn meat, frarm harving a previouzly arranged date. Bart when Oi hearrd arboat whart hard harpened, Oi didn’t feel so bard. Thairn larzt year, Oi warz away durring yourr Reforrmatorry week, so it’z thirrd toime lucky.” Nice to know. “This time I’ll get it right, Alice,” he assured her, “so thank you for helping me rewrite history….in accordance with the way I ought to have handled it.” She smiled widely, and stroked her slit. “Sheila’z given you yourr Sairx Thrarshing,” she confirmed, “so we’rre good to go. Oi’d have done the honourz moizelf, but she’z hard dezoignz arn yourr delectable dairryairr forr dayz.” He winced slightly at the mangled French….although some of the English words weren’t much better.

 

“In one way I was relieved it was only her….and Six For Sex,” he said, “since Sammy and Pats’ cunt currencies are both a dozen due. Although they do offer what they’re pleased to call a quantity dis-cunt. It’s a forceful fourdeen….” formerly a sinful sixteen, “….for bonking both beautiful Birds, as a Bi-some threesome. With them, one REALLY pays for pleasure.” 

 

“Whip Bair Pussy,” she urged….in accordance with Pats’ middle names of Wilma Bam-Bam Pebbles….THWAPP “….UHHH….” THWAPP “….UHHH,” she moaned, like Mother like daughters, she was another pussy pain pervert….THWAPP “….UHHH….YEZZ….YEZZ.” He waited until she’d stopping cumming, and her eyes fluttered open. “Fuck me,” she said. “UHHH,” he moaned as his pulsing penis passed her pussy, which was wet. “Fuck Me Harrderr….UHHH,” she urged, in accordance with Felicity Mary Helena….Sammy’s middle names. Always happy to help hump. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” he was seriously full and frustrated, and would spunk any second, “….UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS.” His successive spurts produced another orgasm for her. “YEZZ….YEZZ….YEZZ,” she echoed.

 

“When the room had stopped revolving,” he said, “we adjourned upstairs to the Canteen, and I sorted out some dinner for us both. Then it was back into the duty room, whereupon I enjoyed a good night’s sleep….with convivial company. We had a second screw the following morning….accompanied obviously by another Caning For Cunt. Then I showered, and dressed in my Smart Suit. Relay called round in his car, offering a ride to the railway station….as also accompanied by Lady Alicia Harborne. We travelled together to LiskearD, and I continued to ReadinG GeneraL. Then I changed for LetchhamptoN TowN, where my philandering father met me for the ride home. So there you have it….not in full, but at least the essentials.” She nodded. “A long litany of licentiousness, lust and leching….” she said, finishing her second cup of coffee and mopping her mouth, “….so nothing new. Let’s go into the lounge, and allow Dinah to tidy up in here.”

 

He followed her out of the room. “Ohh,” he gasped lightly, sitting on the settee, and she smiled. “Still a slightly sore seat, Shagger?” she asked knowingly. “Yes,” he replied, “it was an Awesome Foursome last night….with one stud and some sluts. The downside was all the derrière discipline, with three comprehensive Canings For Cunt.” Suddenly Sexy Sally strutted into the room, and it had been many months since he’d seen her. Automatically, he Leched Longingly Like A Loser, since she was wearing a red Strip-me Suit. It was liberally laced with big brass zips running up each garment, all endowed with a large ♀ shaped fastener. Each Strip-me Sleeve had a zip from the wrist to the collar, whereas the waistcoat offered one from the pelvis to the neck. But the prize was the strict short Strip-me Skirt, with zips up each side, front and back. Inevitably it came complete with matching leather boots.

 

She was accompanied by a dapper young man a few years older than himself, and he arose. “Good evening, Sally….and Sir.” he said politely. “Shagger,” she said, “this is Roddy. We met earlier at the Conservative Club….” her presence must have been appreciated by all concerned….apart perhaps from elderly members, to whom she’d given coronaries, “….and we’ve just called in to….well, deal with a couple of things first. I’m just popping upstairs to pack my overnight bag….” Ohh, “….when we’re done and dusted, we’ll head off for his Flat in town.”

 

Fair enough….as they shook hands. He’d an inkling what would be involved, however it appeared the other might well not? “I’m pleased to meet you, Mr Diamond….” he said, jumping straight towards the wrong conclusion, “….since I suppose the weirdo with the apron is presumably some sort of servant?” Oops….even as their Hostess maintained an eloquent silence. “Here’s my Calling Card, Sir,” he said politely, handing it over before any more damage was done. “Ohh,” he replied, “I’m so sorry, Mr Shagton. I’m afraid it was your crew cut which caused the problem. It makes you appear markedly more mature, and I’d decided you must be Sally’s dad….” thanks a bunch, “….I was confused by the cretin when we came in through the kitchen….” how to dig yourself deeper into a hole? “….however, here’s mine.”

 

Roderick Ian Pinnock, LLB

articled clerk

Wiseman & Son, Solicitors

High Street, Letchhampton

telephone: 26979 (4 lines)

 

“My initials are really rather appropriate….” he continued, and apparently blissfully unaware of the look of thunder on Jeanette Diamond’s face, “….since most of my time is spent with wills, and estate taxation planning….” very good, “….but what does Vaillance Holdings PLC do….for you to be their so-called Group Special Services Compliance Advisor?” The slight sarcasm was unmistakeable, however he’d be sorry he asked. It was easily addressed, having been briefed by his firm friend….Sir Digby Vaillance.

 

“We’re an international conglomerate,” he replied airily, handing the Card to Jeanette Diamond, “owning four gold mines in Africa, a couple of container shipping companies, Australian Airlines, quite a number of factories in China, with several chains of shops both in Europe and the United States.” He appeared impressed….with what was essentially a crushing put-down. It was the international man of mystery, as against a country bumpkin of no particular account. “So did Sally mention anything about what happens when one meets her Mother?” he enquired.

 

“She did say something about stick,” he replied, as their Hostess arose stiffly, “but naturally I assumed she was joking….” which she wasn’t, “….I don’t go in for such sordid stuff myself….” oh, dear, “….although old Mr Wiseman does keep a crooked cane on one wall in his office….” she strutted out of the room,  “….I’ve occasionally heard him hitting the other articled clerks’ hineys with it, when they’ve made a mess of something. However I told him at the outset this wasn’t something with which I’d be at all comfortable….” he shrugged, “….I believe they’re all members of the Central Letchhampton Adult School Sessions....” The CLASS Caning Club, where one might meet and beat big bad boys….and similar sinful sluts, “….but I’m relieved my rear hasn’t received the rattan since leaving school.”

 

This would be difficult, since he was presumably vitriolic vanilla? “So you’re simply seeking to screw Sexy Sally?” he enquired, “preferring perfectly plain poking?” The other nodded. “Yes,” he replied, “a bonk, bath and bed….with more fucking fun the following morning, before work.” Worse and worse. “Do you offer oral appreciation?” he asked, confidently expecting a negative. Sure enough, there was a slight shiver of distaste. “Certainly not,” he replied, “it isn’t something any stud should do, except under sufferance. But I like my length licked lovingly….” typical, “….and fellatio’s fine if the floozy fancies any form of foreplay first before fucking.”  

 

Even worse still. “So which school did you attend?” he asked. “It was St Nicholas,” he replied, “the same as Sally….so we had something in common.” Nice….but no cigar, something Groucho Marx never said. “So St Knacks?” he suggested. “No…I always called it St Knicks,” he corrected, “since I’ve never had any interest at all in knackering.” Oops….as Jeanette Diamond reappeared with a rattan. Seconds later, her daughter entered the room, carrying her overnight bag. “Is there a problem, Mum?” she asked, “since I haven’t heard any hits….” her voice trailed off.

 

“The rule of the house….Mr Pillock….” said The Iced Diamond, icily, clearly mistaking his name on purpose, “….is indeed a Sex Thrashing….as a prerequisite for penile pleasure. No caning….no cunt, it’s very simple and straightforward.” There was a short silence. “Have you mentioned to Roddy anything yet about Sexy Sally’s Scrotum Sufferings?” he asked of her. “Err….not yet, Shagger,” she replied. “They are,” he explained, “a time of testicular trials and tribulations….” up to an hour, “….I’m afraid there’s an unwritten rule at my school which is very apt: There Ain’t No Such Thing As A Free Fuck.”

 

This time the silence was a lot longer. “Fair enough,” he said, “I’ll be on my way. I’d have enjoyed doing Mrs Diamond’s deviant darling daughter with my dick, but not when it….well, cums with such conditions….” what wit, “….don’t worry, I’ll show myself out….” he strode from the lounge, in what amounted to high dudgeon, “….and it’s PINNOCK.” Then they heard the front door being slammed shut.

 

“Well,” said The Tight Diamond, with obvious resignation, “bang goes my bang. Fortunately, it happens only infrequently, when a fella won’t face a flogging….or getting his gonads got good….” she pursed her lips, reflectively, “….on the other hand, perhaps the evening isn’t a total disaster after all? I see Shagger’s wearing some sort of bespoke Savile Row stuff, which makes him seem every inch the corporate Executive….even though I know he isn’t….” his Smart suit, extremely expensively tailored. It was black pinstripe, suitably silky white shirt, with black tie, plus matching black shiny shoes, “….but is nevertheless so delightfully Dominant, and making me moist where it matters….” so another case where material, not manners, maketh the man, “….however he’s called a Casanova….and I’m a cunt. Might his man meat manage one more….in addition to Mum’s?”

 

So off with the old and on with the new….with him nothing more than a fuckable phallus? Hadn’t the Lovely Ladies Liberation Lobby spent centuries objecting to their treatment as sex objects? Yet in reverse circumstances, when the shoe was on the other foot, they were strangely silent. “I’m always happy to help a damsel in distress,” he said instead, “and yes, I can cope with concurrent cunts….or consecutively, should you be shy about screwing as a Bi-some threesome. But really you were let off lightly, since your former friend Roddy’s an obvious oralophobe, and won’t even please pussy prior to poking.”

 

There were two smiles. “Which Bimbos did you bonk for your Awesome Foursome last night, Shagger?” asked his Hostess. “It was Mitches And Ritches The Bitches, plus Racy Tracy,” he replied, “Mitchell Mary Murphy, Richella Ruth Rhodes and Theresa Rhys.” There were two wry smiles. “You can fuck me first, Shagger,” said Sexy Sally, “I’m sure Mum won’t mind waiting a while for your willy. If she’s desperate for dick, there’s always dad.” Which was fair comment, so he might have done more than one person a fucking favour? 

 

“I rather recall your combined cunt currencies amount to a straight eighteen,” he said in slightly strangled tones, “a dozen due and six of the best….always assuming you haven’t increased it….?” she shook her head, “….which is what I took for last night’s nooky. It’s some sinful sixdeen, as we now say at The Styx. Would you like to do the honours, and shall I strip starkers straightaway?” There was a neat nod. “I was going to be the simple subbie slut, Shagger,” said Jeanette Diamond, “so you can be a Dominant dolt with us in turn….after your scrotum and seat have suffered. But for now, bare your bottom for a beating, and lie flat across the settee. Sit, Sally….and he can go across your knee.”

 

Carefully, he lowered his trousers, followed by underpants. A straining shaft sprang skywards as he folded them neatly to the floor. Impeccable tidiness had been caned into him, firstly by his Mother at home, and secondly at The Styx. “Uhhh….” he moaned, lying on her lap. “Ohh….” he moaned as she locked her legs with his length, “….ohh,” he added as she softly stroked his seat with her slim fingers. “It’s still a neat little bottom, Mum,” she said, “simply Asking for the cane….” thus another two dollars, “….and six serious stripes….so they must have been staccato style in threes….” quite correct, “….which of your fuckers were floggers?” Again easily answered. “It was six strokes each from 3M, The 3Rs and The Token Straight Slut, as she’s often known,” he replied, “all of whom can now cane completely competently, since they’ll be prefects in the autumn. They completed their month-long Caning Training in General Studies during the Summer Term just passed….although two of them at least had already accumulated some swishing skills.” He wouldn’t bother to go into any more details.

 

“I’ll space this set of stingers between the other stripes, Shagger,” said Jeanette Diamond, “but although I’m an absolute expert with the cane….” a sentiment to which he’d say aye, “….there’s only so much seat. In this sense, it would be better if your bum were bigger.” Sexy Sally sniffed fetchingly, a skill with which she’d always been brilliant. “Alas, it wouldn’t be nearly as neat, Mum,” she said, “so just do your best.” He glanced up, and saw her flexing the cane with her fingers as a prelude to posterior punishment. She’d always been cool, calculating and in control.

 

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“YEEEE..EEEE..HEEE….THREE, thank you, MA’AM,” he yelped. “Have you always liked having her hit your hiney, Shagger?” she asked. “Yes,” he admitted, “from an early age. Although I especially enjoyed it during the term she was my English teacher at The Styx. She whacked me at least once a week, almost always in front of the fellas and floozies. She’d also made a particular point of telling everyone about my likings and lustings for a certain tight twat. I fear this failing followed me around ever afterwards at school.”

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

“YAROOO..OOOO..HOOO….SIX, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped. “So tell me,” she continued, “why is it you prefer Mum to me….?” Oops….a Fuck Fork, and one with which he’d need to treat VERY carefully, “….I’m waiting, Shagger….?” The, ‘….and I can wait all night, if necessary,’ didn’t need to be uttered, since they somehow hung in the air.

 

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YIKES..YIKES..YIKES….NINE….a nasty nine, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “first of all, I can confirm your cute cunts are completely comparable.” Which ought to avoid any offence to either party? “Well spoken, Shagger,” said his Hostess.

 

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YEOOWW..OWWW..WOWW….TWELVE….a dozen due, thank you MA’AM,” he gasped, “however as far as I’m aware, Sally’s not especially into either discipline or bondage….” D&B, “….whereas Jeanie’s a disciplinary Domme….” he paused, “….do feel free to correct me if I’m wrong….so to speak.” He’d be happy to contemplate Correction from her at any time.

 

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YEOUCHH..OUCH..OUCH….THIRDEEN, thank you, Ma’am,” he gasped. “Thirteen?” queried Sexy Sally. “No,” he replied, “I’m counting dozenally….it’s formerly a frightful fifteen….ohh….ohh,” he added as she stroked his stripes a second time. “One day I’ll wield the weapon as well, Shagger,” she said, “but you’re right about the bondage.”

 

There was a short silence. “I’ve stopped short, Shagger….” she said with her cultivated sort of snappy and cute coquettishness. He’d always found it impossible not to fancy it….and her, “….simply out of studied sadism. Should I supply the coups de grâce?” Colloquially called the Cuts Of Grace. “Yes please, Ma’am,” he said humbly, “with me mired in much mental misery. It’s with an already aching arse, yet knowing the caning’s not quite concluded. Unless you were wanting to talk about the weather.” Which was often the case in such circumstances.

 

 

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“AYEEEEE..HEEE..EEEE….SIXDEEN, thank you so much, MA’AM. This villain values a vapulation for the violation of vivacious vixens’ vulvas.” There were two separate sniffs. “It’s a fella’s flogging for fucking fetching floozies’ fancies,” said Sexy Sally. “Or simply some swishing when one’s shaft seeks sex,” said her Mother. So everyone was agreed with the assessment….or maybe it might be arsessment? “You may stand, Shagger,” she said, “after some competent contrition, as always. Go upstairs with Sally, and sort out her slit….one way or another. I’ll pop into the kitchen first….and find a few reasons for flogging her father. Meet me in The Classroom when you’ve done my darling daughter.”

 

 

He arose, taking his clothes in one hand and Sexy Sally in the other. “I think some Lines would fill in the time….guilty girl,” he said sternly, “shall we say six dozen of: Slits Which Screw Studs Should Suffer Sound Strafing.” She shivered slightly. “Yes….Sir,” she replied as they left the lounge, and headed through the hall. “I’ll go first, Shagger,” said Sexy Sally, as she started up the stairs, “since I shall expect some Spying and Straying Up Skirts….ohh….ohh….ohh….you really RUDE wretch.” So who’d asked whom. “No naughty knicks,” he confirmed, having rubbed her rear, “what DID they say at the Conservative Club?”

 

 

She wiggled her waist. “Nothing, Shagger,” she said as they reached the top, “since I was wearing them at the time. I gave them to Roddy when we left, as a gesture of good faith….” she shrugged, “….he can keep them as suitable sniffing souvenirs. After all, my choice cunt scent is the closest he’ll….well, cum to me. Despite all his objections, he’s probably a pathetic panty pervert in private. After all, he did talk about St Knicks….” fair comment, “….I don’t remember him, so he must have left school before I arrived. Anyway, one can’t win ’em all, and I’m sure you’ll fill in the gap….so to speak.” Nothing like being a second-best stand-in, as they reached their destination.

 

suspenders spikes spurs

Chapter 244 - part (2) of (4)

 

Reformation

 

“It turned out to be a quarry day,” he said, “which I’d been expecting….with a degree of dread. The gaolbirds, and remaining guests, were formed into a chain gang. We were tethered together by our balls bands, and marched out of the courtyard into the alley leading to the allotments. It became a grassy, if very overgrown footpath with no shortage of nasty nettles. Half a mile of pain and punishment later, we reached our undesirable destination.”

 

THE Hardnut Quarry Company

Pennance, cornwall UK, TR69 4CN

All materials crushed to order

Danger, keep out

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Katherine New opened the gate, which was completely covered with barbed wire, and they all filed inside. Then she locked it behind her, and let loose the chain gang. They could hobble away, but without any means of escape, and anyway they’d be no match for the three Guards….her and The Terror Twins. “Guest 13045 and I discussed the idea of railway building last time he was here,” said Sexy Sammy as they headed inside, “which we’ve since put into practice. We’ve made good progress, and are about half way....” she smiled, “….about three chains, so to speak….” very droll, since this was how railways were traditionally measured. Each was 22yd long, with eighty of them to a mile, “….so you horrible lot can do your stint.”

 

Several minutes later, they approached the narrow gauge railway, where several sections of the new parallel line were evident. “The gaolbirds can select a shovel for ballasting….levelling the line already laid. The guests can work in pairs, putting more sleepers into place. Obviously there’ll be no slacking.”

 

“The day was hot,” he said, “and so were the Guards. Hard labour, whilst working with whip-wielding wanton wicked wenches, is something my sinful psyche seems to seek. Clearly none of the guests were having problems with obeying the Reformatory rule. Errant erections were the order of the day, especially following a flogging for one of the felons. With the gaolbirds on site, it was almost akin to the ancient movie Cool Hand Luke. Although on this occasion the fetching floozies were equally dry, rather than teasing tools by car washing. Anyway, we worked until the church clock chimed for noon, when it was lunch….for the Guards. I’d done a quarry day before, so knew the system. They ate at leisure, with guests and gaolbirds kneeling respectfully until they’d finished their fare. Finally, we were all allowed to eat the leftovers….fortunately there was enough for all. A strict ban on talking whilst working had been ruthlessly enforced, so now it was my first chance to catch up with Grim Jim.”

 

“Long time no….well, sea Shagger,” he said wittily, munching a fish-paste sandwich, “how did the jolly old A-Levels go?” He smiled sweetly. “Against all expectations, Jim,” he replied, “I achieved an A and two B grades, more than sufficient to take my place at the University of Lancashire….” he paused, “….as part of a ménage à cinq. The four floozies are all three Smiths in my year….the two Sisters and Uncle Sam, together with The Green Goddess.” The previous prefect stared at him. “Which is good going, by any Standards….” her former nickname, “….or maybe I mean your Missus….but I must be out of touch. Are Brenda and Myfanwy really related?” He nodded. “Yes,” he confirmed, “they’re half-Sisters, with the same philandering father.”

 

He waited whilst the other selected a second sandwich. “I always suspected you’d do well at The Styx, Shagger,” he said, “and rather recall saying so on your original Autumn Arrival Afternoon.” Quite so. “Yes,” he agreed amiably, “whilst kindly providing my first formal flogging of a dozen due, watched by The Ice Maiden and The Pirate. They’ll both be of age next February, when I’ll be doing the honours for Kelly Morgan’s first fuck on a conjugal call. But first, it’s the dead-clever Karen Eis’ turn. For HER defloration, she’s reckoning on being Relayed first….and Shaggered second, as a traditional threesome. She determined quite correctly how a slit of such stature should command two Cunt Casanovas craving coitus.” Grim Jim nodded wryly. “I’d enjoy doing the dark-haired deviant damsel myself, Shagger,” he said, “along with most mere males which aren’t gay guys.” He took a long swig of lemonade. “I also inherited your study, Jim,” he said, “the worst one in the wing, as you said in the note left to your successor. I’ve said more or less the same….although it DOES help to keep you fit. As you know, I’m also a Cunt Casanova, so held a Key….which I was able to utilize for some Succubus stunts. But as for the rest, I’ve left my mark on the school….as indeed it’s done on me. Sodding Shagger’s natty new Seats of Learning are now standard for all Detentions. They’re suitably spiked mats to assist detainees in getting the point of their punishment….” what wit, “….and there are also Shagger’s Schoolday Sojourns. These enable Interlopers to officially enjoy the experience of a really rough regulatory regime with the rattan on the rear. It’s especially helpful for those unfortunates who went to so-called progressive schools, but had always wanted the whacks….” he paused, “….our heiress and second gaolbird being one such.”

 

“Our short lunch was over quite quickly,” he said, “when it was more back-breaking hard work on the railway. In the end, we’d completed about another dozen yards. At four o’clock, the Guards decided we’d have….well, chariot races of sorts, along the length of second line completed. A Guard sat in each wagon, and a guest attached to them and their balls band with a length of chain. Then it was a race to the finish, tugging the trucks with the testicles. Everyone’s gonads got given a go. Finally, all the guests were allowed to board the wagons, whereupon the two gaolbirds were attached by their boobs bands….with the chains passing under the pussy. They had to pull them all the way, whilst being whipped well. Then it was Rollerball, which is exactly as it appears, using some old machinery left behind from the original quarry owners. Last of all it was water bowsing….which again sounds innocent, but isn’t. It’s carrying buckets of water, two at a time, and tipping them into a huge tank. After an hour or so, we each stood underneath for Dowsing Duty. We were knocked off our feet by the force of the jet. By then it was time for dinner, whereupon we all staggered out of the quarry and along the footpath. Such was another day….except there was still another whipping, with my evening Diet Of Discipline. You begin to see a time at the Pennance Reformatory isn’t exactly a holiday by the seaside.”

 

 

She sniffed. “It’s no more than you deserve,” she said, “so tell me a few more fascinating facts.” He shrugged. “One morning I was taken to one of the playrooms,” he said, “and clipped to a Cock’s Box….essentially a heavy-duty Trample Table. The Guards amused themselves for a time by squashing my scrotum with their pointed boots, both the soles and the heels. Then they introduced me to a new novelty item, one I hadn’t encountered previously. First, they showed me the lid of a carton.”

 

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“We tried them on our newest gaolbird yesterday evening, guest 13045,” said Cane You, “and the results were very encouraging….” he’d heard successive shrieks of a strafed slut, together with the cackles of a common crone….whilst wondering what the fuck? “….so now you can try them out. “Ahhh,” he gasped as a crocodile clip was attached to his nose all over again. Then she bustled about, connecting the wires to the control console. Next she took a tripod which carried a camera and also two withered arms, and set them in place. “They’ll stroke slowly,” she said, “since it’s more sensual. We’ll have pretty pictures of your penile pleasures every quarter of an hour.” He shivered, but was unable to move any of his man meat. “Ohh,” he moaned as the crooked hands, with their fickle fingers of fate, touched his tool and testicles. She’d set them surgically accurately….as stated in the instructions. “Enjoy,” she said, “I’ll be back in an hour….or not.”  

 

Then she pressed the ON button, and strutted out of the room. “Allo, dearie….” cackled a recording from the control console, clearly the crone he’d heard previously, “….granny’s goin’ ter give yer a good time today.” Then the fingers whirred into life. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as his scrotum and shaft were stimulated. “Arr yer a grubby little boy, wot likes wankin’ ’is willy werflessly?” it asked….FLASHH “….UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned in pure pleasure. Very soon he could feel himself edging towards orgasm, however he was under no illusions. Sure enough, the fingers stopped stroking at once. “Har….har,” cackled the crone, “there’ll be no spurtin’ nor spunkin’. Granny should see some semen seepin’, but wanker boys can’t get no satisfaction.” The same as the ancient pop idol Mick Jagger had sung. It waited until his system had stabilized, and then it was at him again. He was sweating in frustration, and they’d only just started.

 

“I took a total of two hours’ torment,” he said, “and was a wreck when she returned. Zappo Products really DO know what they’re doing, and I can’t recommend it to anyone.” She nodded. “I might buy a set myself,” she said absently. “There was also an Equestrienne Escaped Slave Session one afternoon,” he said, “which I won’t go into too much detail, since you know all about them. Suffice it to say the guests were all recaptured on the heath outside the village. When I was brought for my punishment whipping over the trestles, we’d a Visitor.

 

“Uh..huh….since it seemed to be an older version of our heiress. “Which of you is Shagger?” she demanded. “It is I, Ma’am,” he replied politely….SLAPP “….Ahh….” SLAPP “….Ahh,” he gasped. “According to Licia, you’re good with oral appreciation,” she continued, unexpectedly raising her skirt, “so take tongue to twat, and show me your technique.”

 

“So I pleased pussy,” he said, “whilst being beaten. She completed four cums, by which time Relay and Grim Jim had arrived. Also being Cunt Casanovas, I recommended them to Lady Liskeard. Afterwards, it was our turn to watch AAAHH’s and Appalling’s acute agonies.”

 

“Oo..er….yes, MA’AM,” she said, shivering slightly, “where can I sign myself up as a gaolbird?” Her darling daughter winked once. “Mrs Whapshott will assist,” said Cane You, “when you’ve seen sufficient swishing, step into the library upstairs.”

 

“One afternoon it was the public pillory for me,” he said, “which I didn’t much mind, since for a change it wasn’t work. There was a wide selection of stretchers, as I’d expected.”

 

“AYEEEEE….” he shouted as his sac was stretched, ‘….eee….eee,’ went the echoes. “Thanks, Shagger,” said Sir Digby Vaillance, “you did say I’d get a go on your gonads. Do excuse me, since I’m doing the Shocking Shopping.” He picked up his two empty baskets, and headed across THE SQUARE towards the PENNANCE GENERAL STORE. There was silence for several minutes, then….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” he gasped at some Sexist Smacks, ‘….oww….oww,’ went the echoes. “Nart so carky noe, Shaggerr,” said a West Country brogue, as a short stocky figure emerged from behind him. “Hello, SamSam,” he replied, woodenly, “how are you doing?” Samuel Samson smiled. “Vairy waill noe,” he replied, “afterr whart seemed foreverr with they Twinz in they’z wretched Reformartorry. But Oi did enjoy gartting moi gairst reward….with a Guarrd called Elizarbeth Bartenburrg.”

 

“Batty Betty,” she said, in almost reverence, “a teacher’s name from MY personal past….and SUCH a sound swisher at The Styx. She caned me in class on more occasions than I can remember. It appears she’s still….well, up for it, despite her retirement somewhere in Devon.” He nodded, “I was sorry to have missed her,” he said, “but one can’t have everything. Anyway all was quiet, whilst I contemplated cute cunt. Then The Terror Twins appeared, dressed in the Country’n’Western wear. It was the same as I’d first seen them at PennancE RoaD station two years previously.”

 

He Ogled Obviously Over the loose-fitting blouses which looked like brassières were an unknown concept in Cornwall. By contrast, rough faded blue denim super-stretch slacks wrapped enticingly around adorable arses. Might their pettable posteriors have been poured into them? The pretty picture was completed with cowgirl crotch crush boots. “AYEEEEE,” he shouted as his scrotum was stretched soundly, ‘….eee….eee,” went the echo. Then a naked Raymond Lee emerged from behind him. “I’m getting my guest reward at the NUDIST BEACH, Shagger,” he said, “with some sea, sand and sex. Apparently it’s something you should have done during your Holiday From Hell, prior to starting at The Styx.”

 

He nodded. “Yes, Ray,” he agreed, “think of me whilst you copulate captivating Celtic Cunts….” he paused, “….last year you offered to be my second-best man. Are you still happy to do so?” The other nodded. “As it’s a Dominatrix do, I should really be least-worst man,” he said wittily, “a point I’ll put into my speech. But yes, and we’re all looking forward to it.” The Terror Twins mouthed him kisses. “Ray’s released, guest 13045….” said Sexy Sammy, since it was she….all a matter of minute eye expression, “….but we’ll both be back on duty this evening.”

 

“The following afternoon,” he said, “after another hour of AHH, she appeared in my cell, carrying clothes. From what I could see, they appeared to be for lovely Ladies.”

 

“I told you how one fine day I’d force you into frillies, Guest 13045,” she said sternly. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned as she let him loose from the wall, and proceeded to remove his smooth steel shackles. “You can think of this as a special treat,” she continued, “so put on this Happy Hooker hosiery, to match mine….” she paused, “….did you want to be blonde or brunette? At least with your crew cut, you won’t have any problems with a wig.” He smiled sweetly. “Blonde like you, if you please….Sammy….” he muttered, omitting the salutation since they were now equals, “….since I wore a black one last week….” SLAPP “….Ahh….” SLAPP “….Ahh,” he added as she rounded on him at once. “What do you mean?” she demanded, “are you telling me you’ve done this deviant deed before….dirty David?” He smiled sweetly. “Yes….” he replied, pulling on the pair of panties. Inevitably his pulsing penis poked up above the hem, “….on the morning of my trip down here, with Scary Sari. We walked around the streets of London for an hour, posing as a pair of professional prostitutes on the prowl for possible punters….or lovely Lezzies. I must admit as an example of unbridled exhibitionism I enjoyed it immensely.”

 

He put on the boobs bra and miniskirt so short it was decent by only half an inch. He shivered slightly and his shaft strained whilst he rolled up the black fishnet tights. Then it was matching jacket, a studded collar, and boots with stilettos. “It’s as well you’re a virtuoso in high heels….Davina,” she said, “since you’ll be giving an appreciative audience their money’s worth….” but where? “….it would have been a trip around Pennance. However, from what you’ve said, it would be pretty pointless. So what we’ll do is something different….and which I’ve not done before, so it’ll be all new and daring for us both. It’ll be a short car ride first, although I won’t spoil the surprise….” she opened her Happy Hooker handbag, extracted some makeup, and stuffed the spare wig inside, “….I’ll apply you mascara and lipstick to match mine….” she soon completed the picture of a second sexy Siren, “….it’s just your wig, and we’re good to go….” she handed him his handbag, which he slung seductively over his shoulder, “….you’ve an obvious talent, Davina. There’s a fine dividing line between embarrassment and exhibitionism, but in your case it’s wafer-thin.” So he’d been told often enough.

 

“So we left The Old Police Station,” he said, “but only after she’d taken some more mug shots. They were possibly for her private files, but more likely to show around at my wedding. Then we boarded the twins’ two-seater sports car….with its personalized vehicle registration plate of CUT 1E. It was another white-knuckle ride.”

 

“I always thought the national speed limit was 60mph on these roads….” he said, as the wind whistled through his wig. According to the speedometer they were pushing 90mph, “….I always said my father should have warned me about fast floozies in fast cars.” She smiled sweetly. “Fortunately, he didn’t, Davina,” she replied, and fell silent. According to the car clock it was about ten minutes and an eternity later when they reached their destination.

 

Daff’s Caff

 

“As you might expect….” she said, parking beside a large lorry labelled Alf’s TransporT : Surbiton. So he was a long way from home, “….this is normally known as the Naff Caff, which is a little unfair. But obviously it’s fine for road hauliers.” He shivered slightly. “I’ve met ALF before,” he said in strangled tones, “during my first driving lesson. He’s not the most pleasant of personages.” He recalled how his Instructress Paula Nixhof had kneed his nuts, and then kicked his crotch. They emerged from the car, whereupon he wound down his window. “Ullo, darlins….” he said, with all the sex appeal of a month dead mackerel, “….wont a good time? Ah’ve shed mah load….an Ah’m havin’ a couplah weeks orf in duh sun. Wont tuh ’elp me shed….well, annuver load?” Sexy Sammy shrugged. “I don’t think so,” she said sweetly, “let’s go inside, Davina.” They strutted to the door, with ALF waddling behind them at a disrespectful distance.

 

Clearly, he wasn’t to be put off. Inside there were several transport types, and all eyes were on them. The humiliation was horrendous, but also incredibly erotic. It must be wonderful to turn heads….and tools like this all the time? “Two teas please, Daff,” she said to the Proprietress behind the counter. “It’ll be a new-pound please, Miss,” she replied. “Ah’m payin’, Daff,” he said from behind them, “make it free fuh me an’ mah friens.” Or presumably three….and the last of the big spenders? He handed over an NP1 note plus a 6s coin. They collected their mugs of steaming hot brew, and strutted to an otherwise empty table. “Wot’s yuh name, darlin?” he asked him. “It’s Davina….darling,” he said, in a deliberately low register, whilst fluttering his eyelashes.

 

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, to much mirth from adjacent tables, “yurra fella. Surely not bofe ov yuh?” Sexy Sammy sipped her tea. “Not the last time I looked,” she said demurely. “MUCH bettah,” he said, “never mind duh pansy….howsabout we go back tuh yuh place fuh some fuckin’ fun an’ frolics?” Such tact, but not necessarily a good idea. “I wouldn’t if I were you, darling,” he said, “one never knows what one might find.” He’d warned him, since stepping into a Reformatory when in clear need of Reforming was asking for trouble. “It’s fine by me….darling,” she said, clearly of the same mind, “you can spend a few days by the seaside with me and my firm friends….who aren’t all like Davina. Leave your lorry here with Daff, since there’s no suitable parking in Pennance.” There was lust in his eyes at having apparently pulled so successfully.

 

They finished their teas, with ALF’s hand already firmly on Sexy Sammy’s thighs. “I’m afraid there’s only room for two, Davina,” she said, “so you’ll have to hoof it back. However, it’s only a few miles more than PennancE RoaD, which you’ve done before.” Thanks a bunch….as they both boarded. “See yuh later….loser,” he said patronizingly as CUT 1E pulled out of the car park, and disappeared at high speed. Might he do the dirty? Why not, his personal demon kindly confirmed. Very quietly and methodically he let down all ALF’s lorry tyres before starting on his weary way.

 

“I’d managed only a couple of hundred yards….” he said, finishing his ham hock, and mopping his mouth, “….before the stilettos became too much. Not for the first time, I had some sympathy for lovely Ladies obliged to wear them in offices all day….” she nodded, knowingly, “….so slipped them off, and put them into my handbag. The summer sun was hot, and so was I….possibly in more ways than one, given the number of passing motorists who honked their horns in sexist style. I wasn’t about to try and thumb a lift, since it would have created more problems in the long run. Then a Police car passed, and reversed back.”

 

“Good afternoon, Miss,” said a fetching floozy, “I’m LPC Sheila Hurst-Howe….” Lady Police Constable, “….are you going my way?” Was this an interesting example of role-reversal, with the Coppess as kerb crawler and the mere male as Happy Hooker? He fawned fetchingly on the car door, fighting back a horrible urge to ask whether she was interested in any business? “I could use a lift into Pennance, Officer,” he said instead, “to Cell House Holidays, if you wouldn’t mind?”

 

 

She grinned widely. “Step inside….Miss,” she said, clearly having now sussed his suspect status. He did so, and they set off. “Presumably you’re a guest at Mrs Whapshott’s Reformatory,” she said, “tell me, do you know someone called Raymond Lee?” Where to begin? “He’s a firm friend,” he replied. “Good,” she said, “so I can speak to you plainly. He’s strutted his stuff several times in the street, but always accompanied by The Terrier Twins. Is he actually attached to them….I mean in formal fashion? I’ve since seen him starkers in the stocks….” presumably she meant the PENNANCE PILLORY? “….and I’m afraid I deeply desired disciplining his delightful derrière….let alone doing his distended dick. Obviously it wouldn’t have been properly professional.”

 

 

 Interesting. “Relay was once one of the foremost Cunt Casanovas at my school,” he said, “and self-professed purveyor of penis. He’s currently in a ménage à trois with The Twins at the University of Lancashire. But even if he does formalize things with one of them, it’ll be an open-marriage. He’ll still be bonking them both and also screwing around….” he paused, “….I can confirm your attraction’s mutual. He mentioned to me last year how he harbours hankerings for you. He’s fantasized about throwing himself on your mercy, to see whether you’d sling him into the cells for some sort of overnight interrogation? Especially given how you might have been known as How She Hurts.” There was a short silence. “It might be managed,” she mused, “on Sundays, when it’s Rex’s rest day….” Sergeant Cornwall, “…. and I’m on my own. The Old Cornish Wrecks is somewhat straight-laced, and I suspect vitriolic vanilla….” she winked once, “….it WAS my school nickname.” Excellent….as they reached the village.

 

PENNANCE

INCORPORATED UNDER MEDIÆVAL CHARTER

 

“I’ve achieved something similar at home,” he admitted, “in Letchhampton….only with two Officers.” Inspector Lance Sceptre and DC Phillip Dunn. “Do you think Mrs Whapshott might accept me as a Guard, during the Reformatory period?” she enquired, “we’ve discussed discipline in general terms, and she knows my views on vapulation. It IS a good grandiloquism, straight out of Grahame’s Guide….”

 

“….meaning flogging or flogged, Shagger,” she said sourly. “So sorry, Jeanie,” he said, “something with which you of all people are well-versed.”

 

A sure-fire certainty. “Most definitely,” he replied, “perhaps you might try a trial run….after the end of a shift, sometime?” She nodded, as they pulled into BOTTOM LANE. “Can you ask her to give me a call,” she said, “and I’ll also have a friendly fireside chat with Relay. He’s staying at the Terrier’s over the summer. But as for you….bad boy or guilty girl, I hope you’ll consider an out-of-season visit to the seaside, perhaps over the Christmas holidays? I’ll be pleased to put you through your paces.” Oo..er, yes MA’AM. “Most definitely, Ma’am….” he said as they stopped outside The Old Police Station, and he climbed out of the car, “….meantime I’m grateful for the ride.” She blew him a kiss, and went her way.

 

“It was already past dinner time….” he said, as Dinah collected the empties from their main course, “….so I replaced my stilettos and strutted straight inside, since the front door was wide open.” Almost immediately, I encountered Aunt Marge.

 

“You took your own sweet time….Davina,” she said, “however I saw you’d hitched a lift with the local law, so I suppose it could have been worse.” He smiled. “How She Hurts would like to apply for the position of trainee Guard, Aunty,” he said, “simply to give it a go. She’s asked if you could contact her accordingly.” She nodded. “I’ll sign her up soonest,” she confirmed, “we always need new recruits.” So another good deed done for the day. “How’s ALF doing?” he asked.

 

“Not very well, Davina,” she replied with a wry smile, “first of all, we relieved him of his clothes in The Robing Room. By the time he’d had second thoughts, it was all too late. We’d applied some smooth steel shackles before he tried to make a break for it. Then he found out the hard way how it’s impossible to run with an eighteen inch chain on your ankles. He fell flat on his face, and we cropped him continuously in the corridor until he crawled back inside. As is often the case with macho males, a whole lot of his bluster evaporated when we’d had all his hair off. However he still wasn’t a happy bunny, and it was necessary to slap him substantially before we could take his Reformatory Record. We extracted his surname of Garnett, and his school roll number. Thus he shares his name with the equally obnoxious TV character from the 1960’s sitcom, Till Death Us Do Part. He attended St Secondus at Surbiton, apparently known as St Second Best. He’s never pleased pussy in his whole miserable life….” which would change very soon, if not already, “…..still reeks of tobacco, which will pass after a few days’ Dowsing Duties….” she paused, “….it’s Bikes Spikes for you tomorrow, but we’ll have him in THE Hardnut Quarry….” hence hard labour, “….not the sea, sun and sex he was expecting. I’ve already taken cash from his wallet for ten days as a paying guest, which I doubt will please him. Still, he’d have to fork out for a hotel somewhere else, so I feel no guilt. Anyway, it’s in a good cause, and cheap at the price….” she smiled, “….at the end of it all, he WILL have some sort of guest reward….which might even be me. Needless to say it’ll be in the Superior style….” nothing more than a phallus for her pussy pleasure, “….I’m not having him hump me in the Missionary position with a paunch the size of Saturday….” she paused, “….you can be a Visitor for this evening, Davina. It’ll be back to business as usual in the morning….” SMACKK SAMCKK “….Oww….” he gasped, “….since you’ve missed your meal, help yourself to something from the Canteen. Then go and find some tools or twats to tease.”

 

“Which I duly did,” he said, “having spent a month with her on my Holiday From Hell, I knew the layout of the kitchen. So I found some food easily enough and availed myself of it. I strutted down the steps, always more difficult in stilettos, and stopped at Cell 1.”

 

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Ouch….still, with so much seat to swish, surely he could cope with all the caning? He wasn’t at home, which must mean he was in one of the playrooms? He could hear some sounds of suffering sluts, so peered into the first. Gaolbird 7356 and 12304 were shackled firmly to the floor, with a Rope Of Rack And Ruin attached to their boobs bands via a ceiling pulley. It was set slightly too short, so one or other of them was obliged to lift their body slightly. This was predicament bondage, and extremely effective over time. “Interesting,” he said, strutting inside, “so it’s the Seesaw. Did either of you get a go with gaolbird 12083….?” there were two neat nods, “….however, it’s a clear case of role reversal….” his second today, “….since normally it’s the guests’ gonads getting it good, with perpetual punishments for Staring At Skirts, and suchlike.”

 

They stared up at him, with pleading eyes. “It’s SO sodding sexy,” said Appalling, accenting the adverb as always, “but couldn’t you release the Rope a couple of inches?” He shook his head. “Nope,” he replied, “since I’d never hear the end of it….so to speak. Not now, since I’m officially a Visitor, but tomorrow my testicles would be toast….” there were more moans of obvious despair, “….to take your minds off your present problems, I’ll give you something else to think about….” he strutted to one wall, completed covered with instruments of coercion and correction, and collected a riding crop. Then he stood over Andrea Pawling’s head, “….Oops….Spying Up Skirts. It’s a shocking sin, as indeed I’ve been told often enough, so someone’s slit will suffer.” THWAPP “….UGHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH,” she gasped. “Please….err….Miss,” muttered the heiress, “some of the same for me, Miss. You know how much it needs it.”

 

He did indeed, shifting his stance. It was such fun to tease twat like this….obvious Incitement….THWAPP “….UGHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH….harder, Miss.” Always happy to help with the hits….THWAPPP “….URGHHH….” THWAPPP “….URGHHH….I’m cumming….YESS….YESS.” So not exactly a punishment. “Might it be my turn again, Miss?” asked his previous prefect peer, “and by the way, I do like your frillies….” Thwapp “….Ahhh….” she added as he cropped her cheek. “Such shocking sexism, gaolbird 12304,” he said sourly, “how would you feel if I said I liked your naughty knicks?” Were she wearing any. “I’d like it a lot,” she muttered. “Moving on….” he said, since the simile had been spectacularly unsuccessful….THWAPP “….UGHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH….YESS….YESS.”