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.
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“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.
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“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.”
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“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……
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