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.”
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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.
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“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.
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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.”
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