Chapter 246 - part (1) of (4)

 Wedding

Kelly Morgan crossed the car park of The Stern Maiden, hand-in-hand with previous prefect David Shagton. They were here for a romantic dinner, celebrating her sixteenth birthday….with everything it entailed. Specifically, she’d be losing her virginity later in the evening. Then they reached the public house and restaurant. Immediately inside the double doors, they were confronted by a large notice.

 

Please note – strict sirs session this evening!

customers should be aware how correction

is applied to all guilty girl guests.

Caution – painful posterior punishment beyond this point

 

Definitely The Old S&M, as she’d heard it called. “Oo..er,” she shivered, “this must mean me?” He nodded. “Yes,” he replied, “unless you’d prefer Harry’s Homemade Hamburgers after all?” She shook her head. “It’s fine, Shagger,” she said as they continued down a long, dimly-lit corridor which rather reminded her of St Sticks, until they reached another notice.

 

Please wait here for attention

Guests should stand in silence, hands behind head

“It’s like being back at school,” she said without thinking, “oops….so sorry….Sir.”

Your Strict sirs this evening are

Food  Jules

Bar  Justin

Milkman  Sunny Jim

 

She had her suspicions about what so-called milk might be provided? Most likely it would be cunt cream, rather than anything actually lactated?

 

Customers who required company may collect their guests on arrival. Please note this facility is only available on a pre-booked basis. For further details, please telephone the office during working hours

 

Then a waiter strutted towards them. “I strongly suggest you don’t Ogle Obviously Over the Fig-leaf Apron attire, Kelly,” he said. Too late, she simply couldn’t stop herself, since it was a natty number in French Maid style which only just covered the crotch. There was nothing else except matching black high-heeled shoes, although the apron carried a crook cane. His name was stencilled straight across it.

 

Jules

Do not stare

 

“Good evening, Sir,” he said, with impeccable courtesy, “and a warm welcome once again to The Stern Master….” it appeared they knew each other? “….as it is this evening. I assume it’s a table for two? She saw Shagger nod neatly, although, ‘no, six….since we like to change seats every few minutes,’ would have been a snappy answer to such a stupid Question. “Yes, please,” he said, “plus a Comfy Customer Cushion.” Whatever THEY were, since The Ice Maiden hadn’t mentioned them. “I hope things went well last time, Sir,” he said, “when I wasn’t on duty as such, but acting as an escort to a lovely Lady on the next table to you and Relay. I couldn’t help noticing the dark-haired damsel called Karen, who cultivated a crisp kind of snappy sexiness….” he shook his head sadly, “….I’d love an hour alone with her in a No Tell hotel….” him and so many other studs, “….if you’d like to follow me?”

 

He turned….but both back and bottom were bare, apart from the knotted strings. These dangled down daintily, doubling as a black thong. They shifted as he swayed, suggesting the seat was strokeable….a treat for Tarts, but terrible tease. “Nice arse,” she muttered. “I’m afraid such a sexist statement will add one whack onto your bill, Kelly….” said Shagger as they followed the waiter into the main restaurant area, “….plus another for Staring At Seats.” She shuddered slightly. “She was also Ogling Obviously Over the apron, Sir,” he said, “so it’s a thrashing of three already….and counting.” She squeezed his hand. “Guilty as charged,” she said softly as they were conducted across the room to a table by the window. The waiter placed a fluffy cushion onto one chair, and stood back.

 

She hesitated, not knowing what was expected? Then he shrugged and pulled it forward. “One whack for failure to seat your Strict Sir,” said Shagger, gesturing for her to take the second. “Ohh,” she gasped as she sat down, her rear realizing there were really rough raised ridges, the same as at The Styx. “I’ll be back in a moment, Sir,” he said, her eyes following his fanny as he strutted away. “You really ought to be more careful,” Shagger suggested, “as otherwise it’ll be a really expensive meal.” jules reappeared, and handed them each a menu, “I’ll send over the wine waiter shortly,” he said, and this time she was able to avert her eyes.

 

“Would you like to open your birthday present?” he asked, “as promised ito you.” She held the small package. “Ohh,” she squealed, after unwrapping it, “a Kali’s Teeth Bracelet. I’ll enjoy humbling our victims in The Humblers on Victim nights….” her mouth curled, “….try it for size. I shall suffer for my sins shortly, so you should do so, too.” He gave a grimace, and took the offending item. “Ahh,” he gasped, after delving down, “I’ll pay in pain for the pleasure of your posterior punishment….” he paused, “….so where were we with the sorry saga of Summer School?” She pursed her lips. “It was Departure Day,” she prompted, “and with it your wedding.” Then Justin arrived. “Did Sir wish to see the Whipmaster Wine menu?” he enquired. “No, thanks,” he said, “I don’t normally touch the stuff, but since it’s my guest’s sixteenth, we’ll have a bottle of house white. Can you be sure it’s sweet, otherwise it might be better in the petrol tank.”

 

The waiter smiled wryly. “So congratulations are in order, Sir,” he said, “I hope you’ll enjoy welcoming her into adulthood later this evening….” a polite way of putting a poke, “….I’ll bring it across, but drinks are at the bar, as usual.” He strutted away, and she failed dismally to stop herself Staring At Seats. “William Shanks and I had stepped out of dorm 6X,” he said, “when Big Ben had already struck for a quarter past seven….” the main school clock tower, “….for what would almost be the last time….” at least this year, “….and continued along the fourth quadrant of the quadrangle corridor. I noted how Dorm 6Y was completely quiet, which wasn’t surprising since it had been empty all week. All its incumbents would be playing previous prefect, and suitably ensconced in studies.”

 

“I’m with you this morning, Shagger….” he said, which was better than being with the Woolwich, he reflected wittily at the reference to the building society’s ancient advertising slogan, “….since I’ve been junior swapped to Rat Conman….the complete cretin.” He frowned. “So who was your fearsome fagmaster this week?” he asked. “It’s The Tech Man….” he interrupted, “….Thomas Edison Carson….” he confirmed, as they passed by The Six Zebras, “….although I never knew him at school. He’s a fireman, and moonlights as waiter at The Stern Maiden….”

 

“Maybe I might meet him here?” she mused. “You already have,” he replied, “since he’s JULES….” ohh, “….it’s my philandering father’s convention for all serving Staff to have work names commencing with the letter J….” as she’d….well, noticed from the notice, “….but the nickname stems from his initials, and also the American inventor.” Oh yes, Mr Edison’s magic lantern, as his Kinetoscope was called….the forerunner of cinema.

 

“….so who’s The Tech Man’s senior fag, Will?” There was a sudden snigger from behind them. They turned to see Archibald Gutteridge following them, obviously having just emerged from the Dorm 6Z doorway. “It is I, Shagger….” he said as they all reached the Level 6 landing, and started down the stone steps, “….he’s been a fine fearsome fagmaster, and been….well, interrogating me all week….” hardly surprising, since he’d hailed from dorm 6I in Year LXXXIII, and had therefore been one of The Six Interr♂gat♂rs, “….as you’re aware, I fancy floggings from fellas in younger years….” indeed, and he’d been happy to help hit his hiney on a couple of occasions, “….I shall especially enjoy watching your wedding this afternoon, since it’ll enable me to show off my stripes to all and sundry.” As was the way with The Six Zebras, one of the CP Dorms who craved caning at all costs.

 

“I hope your darling daughter will also be in attendance, Baldy?” he asked, “as we did send you both invitations. Obviously out of politeness we included your Wife, although we did doubt whether she’d be at all interested.” The older man shrugged. “Quite so, Shagger,” he said sadly, “especially when she read the part about it being a Dominatrix do. You know about Thelma being vitriolic vanilla….” one of those prissy people who pursue only plain poking, “….she contended herself with a few choice phrases about public perversion….” fair enough, “….but your dearest Dominetta’s due this morning, since she’s attending Summer School with Richard Sharp for a fortnight. She and your previous prefect peer will be switching, in order to stimulate their small submissive sides with each other. She’ll do Domme for week 6….” so to speak, “….and then he’ll be the Strict Sir for week 7.” Which would work well.

 

Then Justin reappeared, brandishing two bottles on a platter, and set them down. He opened the first, and offered Shagger a small sample. He took a sip, and sniffed. “As a philistine, it’ll be fine,” he said wryly, as two glasses were poured. “The other bottle’s free,” said the waiter, “since it’s a celebration of sin….with the compliments of the house. It’s Sham Pain Champagne.” He poured another two glasses. “I wouldn’t wish to be ungrateful,” said Shagger, “nor a party pooper….however I hate the stuff. But thanks for the thought, anyway….” she waited whilst the wine waiter departed, “….Bottoms Up.” Which was the official school toast….Chinkk “….Bottoms Up,” she agreed, taking a swig of the fizzy stuff. Yuck….so perhaps he had a point?

 

She countered with a large gulp from her other glass. Actually it wasn’t at all bad….though her own experience of fine wines was minimal. Certainly she’d not been allowed any at home. “Not too much on an empty stomach,” he cautioned, “but before I continue, you can go and get the drinks. Mine’s a Strict Sir’s Sweet Sherry, but I’m afraid you’re on orange juice….” why, she wondered? “….it’s the local licensing laws….” clearly his apparent mind reading abilities were still working well, “….and you have to be eighteen to order any alcoholic beverages….” but it made no sense at all, since she could safely screw at sixteen? “….I’ll write it down for you, since at times like this, the mind goes to mush.” Surely not, she thought. “It’s quite simple and straightforward, Shagger,” she said, “I’m sure everything will be fine.” She stood stiffly, grateful to be separated from the seat, and strode away. Oops….since in her path across the restaurant, a guilty girl guest was being beaten. Jules was wielding the weapon, and everyone in the vicinity was watching her whacks….Swishhhthwackk “….oww….FUCK….four,” she gasped. “You can let her off the Omission of any affirmation,” said the Customer concerned as she deftly passed by, “and also an Incorrect cut count. However can you kindly add two more strokes onto her bill….one for the Vulgarity in a public place, and secondly for the Omission of suitable salutation. I simply won’t stand for sluts which don’t say Sir.”

 

There was a surly sniff at this statement. “I’m so sorry….Çur,” she said. “One more for mentally misspelling it, complete with cedilla,” said Jules sternly, at which there was a sudden sob of despair. Her heart thumped, since in around an hour, this would be her own fate.

 

She closed her ears, and continued towards the bar area, where Justin was waiting with a wide smile. “Hello, handsome,” she said encouragingly, since he really was extremely dishy. “Let’s hope you can do better than Missy,” he said nodding towards the table, “since her hubby Henry’s somewhat strict in such circumstances….” he winked once, “….surprisingly, they’re sixdy-sixdy switches….” six dozen to the gross, or even-steven, “….as I discovered when I was on escort duty last week. He had have half his hits here, but then she sent him downstairs for Coffee Service.” Oo..er, yes please….her mind meandering in the direction of discipline despite her every effort to stop it. “Please,” she said, “I’d like a….err….err….” fuck, her personal demon suggested suddenly as her brain went blank, and she Ogled Obviously Over his Apron attire. Desperately, she stared at the slip of paper Shagger had written, her ears burning.

 

It’s a Strict Sir’s Sweet Sherry. PS told you so

 

Wordlessly, she passed it to Justin. “Sir knows best,” he said, sagely, “but it’s something we’ve all experienced….” he poured out an apéritif, “….here’s an orange juice for you.” She smiled….well, sweetly, picked up the glasses and walked away. Apparently all the agonies had been applied, since Henry was helping Missy put on what appeared to be an extremely expensive fur coat. “Until next week….” he said to the waiter, and slipping him another currency note, “….when it’ll be my turn again to take a tanning. I’m hoping it’ll be Jillian, since she’s a vicious vixen….and I’ll admit I fancy her furiously.” He wasn’t the only one, she reflected.

 

As she continued back to her own table, she recalled Shagger having screwed her in his study one morning. It had been in the Autumn Term of Year LXXXIX, and she arrived slightly late. Mitches had told her how she was required to prepare breakfast for two….whilst they sodding well showered together. But the slut had been seen subsequently, as a Shagger’s Schoolday Sojournee….were it a word? She set down the glasses, before seating herself a second time. He stared at her questioningly, and she hung her head. “All right,” she said sulkily, “you win, and I couldn’t remember a thing. It’s the same as when one’s picked on in class, and have six seconds to think of an answer before your hiney’s hit hard.” He handed her the menu and she leafed through it. What to choose, since everything seemed to be connected with deviance….and Dominance. Dammit, her favourite friend could have furthered some advice about it….although obviously the offerings would be inverted.

 

Finally she set it down, and Jules was back in an instant. “What would Sir wish?” he asked politely, and ignoring her completely, “there’s a Soup Special this evening of Cock-a-leekie….” always assuming one liked cocks which leaked? “….and the Deviant’s Dish of the Day is Punishment Porkies Pie.” The waiter….well, waited with his pencil poised. “I’ll have Stern Sir’s Steak, well done,” he replied, “with onion rings and cheeky chunky chips. I assume it’s been properly prepared?” He gave an especially evil grin. “All rump is beaten here, Sir,” he confirmed, staring at her in obvious anticipation. “I’ll go for the Cellery Soup,” she said, “followed by Vassal Veal with Vivacious Vixen Veggies.” He ambled away, and she started to stare at him….SLAPP “….ohh,” she gasped as Shagger slapped her soundly. “It’s all for your own good….” he said, suddenly sounding like a schoolteacher….or perhaps her own father before her fanny was flogged? “….anyway, we bade Baldy a fond farewell at Level 2 of the Prefects’ Study wing, since The Tech Man was in study four. Then we continued upstairs.”

 

“I wasn’t aware it was so serious between Domme and Rick The Prick, Shagger,” he said. “Apparently, yes,” he replied, “and assuming some success in his A-Levels, he’ll be joining her at the University of Aberdeen in a few weeks’ time. It’s turned out nicely, since they’ve lusted after each other for years, but never been able to get it together before now.” A few minutes later, as Big Ben was striking for 7.30am, they reached study ten on Level 4.

 

Matthew Conran

Quicumque es

 

“It’s Whoever You Are, Will,” he said, “the same Latin logo as he used before, with touching total disdain for Visitors….and fags. His firm friend opened the door, and they stepped inside without knocking, in accordance with fagging protocol. Their fearsome fagmaster was standing in the centre of the study, wielding the weapon. “Alas I can’t claim you’re not punctual, Shagger,” he said sadly, “and Shanks, too….more’s the pity. But I wanted a little chat with you both, about What’s..Been..Going..On….” oh dear….since he too sounded just like George Smiley, John le Carré’s character in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy.

 

This would be the same conversation as one he’d had with their former dorm captain the previous term, in similar circumstances, “….but first of all it’s your SAYM T’GO beatings, so bend over. I needn’t really bother to say Nice And Tight, since the high heels balance the body further forward, enabling an acuter angle of attack….and an aching arse.” They each assumed the Position, standing next to each other. “Wanker Boy Will always possessed a particularly pert and punishable posterior,” he mused, “and I always enjoyed the experience of it being beaten in class. As for sodding Shagger….well, we all know about his neat little bottom, simply Asking for the cane….” so another two dollars for his mythical collection, of when it was complimented, “….they’ll all be in the Summer School staccato style.”

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk

“Yippee..YI..YAY..YEEE,” gasped Iron Will, “FOUR, thank you, SIR. Thank you for my Start-As-You-Mean-To-Go-On beating. I’ll try to be a good fag for you, Sir.” Now it was his turn.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk

“Yippee..YI..YAY..YEEE,” gasped Iron Will, “FOUR, thank you, SIR. Thank you similarly, Sir. I too will endeavour to be properly proficient in my Domestic Duties this morning, Sir….ohh,” he added as the single stripe was stroked with the stick. “Next, it’s an erection inspection,” said the prefect, “which I’m fairly certain you’ll both fail, so stand up and show me your shafts….” They both arose, and sure enough they were both straining, “….two Stiffie Salutes. Eight inches of erotic enjoyment, and seven of circumcised sin. It’s intensely irritating, as I have to manage with five inches of phallic fun….” although size wasn’t everything, “….on the odd occasion I can find a floozy to fuck it for me….” unbelievable, since at The Styx it was so simple to score, with any amount of….well, layable lovely Ladies, “….bend over again.”

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk   

“Yippee..YI..YEZZ….seven, thank you, SIR,” gasped Iron Will, “I’m so sorry about such a sordid sight, meaning my seat should be swished soundly, Sir.” There was a slight snigger. “As I don’t need to be properly professional in Summer School,” he said, “I shall handle your hineys….and then knacker your nuts next.” They spread their legs. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned as his fanny was felt, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I submit to my Superior, SIR.”

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk   

“Yippee..YI..YEZZ….seven, thank you, SIR. Thank you for the thrashing, I know I needed it, Sir….ohh….ohh….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I submit, SIR.” Then a piece of paper was handed to him, plus pen.

 

St Stricktlands School Stretch Slave Sheet for: Matthew Conran

The undersigned hereby humbly undertakes to bare his balls and accept a suitable 

stretching at any time and any place by his Master or Mistress. The balls should be bared

completely before the scrotum is stretched.

 

“Shift in front of Shagger, Shanks,” he said, “so he can use your seat for support.” He signed his name in the next available space….David Shagton. “Now I’ll demand my dues,” he said, gloatingly. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I am your stretch slave, SIR.” he gasped. Then they changed places, for Wanker Boy Will to sign similarly. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I am your stretch slave, SIR.” he gasped. “Now we can have our talk,” he said ominously, “about a succubus….” oops….exactly as he’d been afraid, “….something which Wanker Boy Will knows all about, since we’ve both been Had and humiliated horribly by such a stunt. I shall ask you Questions, and each time I fail to receive a proper answer, I simply squeeze your scrotums….see?” It was all painfully obvious, literally so. “Yes, Sir,” they replied together. “I know who screwed Shanks,” he said, “being Take A Bow, one of The Flaunts….” indeed so, Tarka Susannah Boughs from dorm 5F….now known simply as Succubus, “….I have an abiding memory of long silky blonde hair, which simply seemed to stream over her smooth shoulders. However although she did the deed, I strongly suspect she wasn’t the actual instigator of the stunt. Would you care to comment, Shagger?”

 

Perhaps a token show of resistance? “Please, Sir,” he said, “don’t know what you’re talking about….AHHH….AHHH,” he added. “Me neither, Sir….AHHH….AHHH,” put in Iron Will, likewise playing to the gallery. “I’m waiting….” he said, and the, ‘….and I can wait all morning, if necessary, didn’t need to be uttered. It hung in the air, all by itself. “Next time I shan’t stop until you squeal soprano” he snarled, “you’ll take the testicle twist, with your reproductive retort rotated through two right angles….” oo..er, yes, SIR, “….and in the event of failure, there’s always the terrible type….with a total turn.” Oops. “It was Shagger’s stunt, Sir,” said William Shanks, quickly. “I admit it, Sir,” he confirmed.

 

“So how was I knocked out so easily and effectively, Shagger?” he asked. “It should stay completely confidential, Sir,” he said, “in order to protect the guilty….AHHH….me balls….AYEEEEE..HEEE..HEEE..EEEE..EEEE.” Clearly, he’d missed his vocation as an SS Officer. “Anything to say, Shanks?” he enquired, genially. “AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE..EEEE..EEEE….I’ll talk, Sir….huhh….when they did me, Shagger slipped into my study and put a phial of Chloral Hydrate into my glass of water….” the one which he kept by his bed, “….but I’ve no idea about you.” There was a short silence. “We’re making progress, of sorts,” he said, “so was it a case of trespass, in my absence?” Into The Rat hole, as his study had almost universally been known….by everyone except its owner. “No, Sir,” he replied, “EEEE..EEEE..EEEE..EEEE….honestly I didn’t. It was your date which did the dastardly deed. You may recall her mentioning some sort of celebratory toast….EEEE..EEEE….AYEEEEE,” he added.

 

“BASTARD,” he shouted, “so you had Very Nice in on the stunt….and I never did get to do her, sod you, Shagger….” although he did have Succubus as a substitute screw, in place of Verity Gneiss, “….what happened about my Sex Thrashing? It gave me the willies for weeks, wondering whether I’d end up Rusticated, the same as Shanks.” No problem. “I understand it’s a point of honour, Sir,” said Iron Will, “whereby the perpetrator pays for the privilege in posterior pain. I know Shagger suffered swishing for my stunt, so I assume he was your whipping boy as well.” There was a slight sniff.

 

 “Which is,” he said, “a real relief. I was in two minds whether to sign up for Summer School, on the basis I might suddenly find myself playing In The Pink without the option. But this at least sets it to rest….” he paused, “….you can both stand….” they did so, “….Shanks can start my breakfast, for which there’s a unisex slave apron in the kitchenette. Sodding Shagger can clean the shower, since it will keep him humble….” something Sexy Sammy had always claimed….screw her slit, “….then he can provide naked waiter service. Anything less than perfect will mean plenty of posterior pain. As you’re aware, I won’t be applying your Farewell Foursomes….at least, not now.” Which sounded ominous.

 

“He swished me soundly for so-called shoddy and substandard service,” he said sourly, “and I accumulated a dozen due in all before he was finished. Finally we were dismissed, and went down to breakfast. Inevitably it included several slave stretchings, plus a number of new knackerings and sheets signed. Then it was the final assembly at half past nine, as advertised on Monday. The Reverend Kathryn Castalian did the devotions, including Amen Carmen’s favourite hymn….” Thrash Me Throughly, which the Reverend Carmen Jones was wont to use regularly, “….then Thrasher Thring stood up.”

 

“This concludes week 5 of Summer School,” said The Professor, “and for those of you leaving us now, I look forward to meeting you all again. Following another recent Deposition by Shagger….” several sniggers from the prefects, “….regarding Same Sex Fagging, Year XC at The Styx will see the rules changed. It will then be possible for sinful sluts to be allocated to fearsome fagmasters….and similarly studs to frightful fagmistresses. He properly pointed out how this was already the case during Fagswaps….and how his own experiences with Samantha Terrier during Year LXXXVIII had done his hiney no harm….” girlish giggles,

 

“Not to mention mine, the following year,” she interjected, darkly. “We’ve already agreed how you asked to be my junior fag,” he said, “stating you should be sent out of my study with a suitably stinging and sore seat….so I have NO sympathy.” She shifted slightly, as many memories of past posterior pain flashed across her brain.

 

“….at least, not permanently….” more mirth, “….so many more options are now open. But for now, it only remains to apply Farewell Foursomes to all the pupils playing In The Pink. They will be followed by erection inspections, so those sinful scholars with a straining shaft or naughty nipples will receive another three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing. Discipline will be dished by dorm, and no cane count or contrition is required. As always we will start with the studs. Afterwards, they should file off into the Undercroft. Then they should return to dorm in order to complete packing, dress and say their goodbyes. Maidenly Modesty dictates they will be unable to watch the whacks for the pupils-with-pussy….” as always, it appeared, “….we will commence with dorm 6Z. I expect The Six Zebras will enjoy showing off their stripes.” Ha bloody ha, but absolutely accurate, as indeed Baldy had said.  

 

“So they stood in a line,” he said, “and were all swished soundly by a pretty prefect called Annette Villiers, an émigrée of dorm 6S. Anvil was particularly pleased to punish Baldy, since she bore him a grudge. As he was a year older than her, he’d been a prefect when she was one of The Six Sneaks in Year LXII. She hadn’t expected ever to wreak her revenge, but this is what happens at Summer School….” so Never Say Never At The Styx, as the unwritten rule stated, “….then they stood up simultaneously and strutted their stuff. Following their further floggings, they filed off the Podium, and next it was our turn.”

 

“As there are no candidates from The Six Reas♂ns Y♂u’re F♂r It,” he said, “next up will be dorm 6X. I am sure The Six X-Hibiti♂nists will wish to provide us with pulsing penises….” Wodin Tiberius Thring definitely did the jokes much better than Iain Terrance Hayter’s dreadfully dull and disinterested delivery. “….theirs will be administered by Matt Conran, or rather Rat Conman….” in accordance with the malicious malapropism, “….of the six nasties during Year LXXXVIII.” Now he understood his previous cryptic comment about, ‘for now,’ since it was simply punishment postponed.

 

“I was last in line,” he said, “so when my Farewell Foursome was concluded, we stood and showed our six Stiffie Salutes….an exhibitionist’s paradise. Next it was our further flogging, and finally we decamped down the spiral steps into the Undercroft. Then we made our way back to dorm, all of us in the classic canees’ gait of guilt….” Look At Me, I’ve Just Been Caned, and one with which she was very familiar….especially after leaving his study, just as he’d claimed, “….where we wished each other well. We shook each others’ shafts, as on Arrival Afternoon, and those who were leaving dressed in their ordinary pink uniforms, complete with Knackerpants. I also confirmed all my dorm mates would be welcome to attend the wedding service. However, apart from Wanker Boy Will and Nolan-Noakes….already invited to the Reception, everyone else had to be away. After having packed my pink bag, I popped next door to say goodbye to all my cunt Casanova colleagues.”

 

Chapter 245 - part (4) of (4)

 

Summer School – Year LXXXIX

 

“I saw several sinners duly despatched,” he said, “and then there were a few minutes left with which to play Sharks.” Such fun….where the sluts swum underwater and got the gonads. “I suspect it’s the same sensation suffered by shipwrecked sailors in shark-infested waters,” she said, “who’d survived the sinking….such good as it had done them.” He nodded in obvious agreement. “I also enjoyed a Biology lesson with the lovely Lisa McFee-Sven-Sless,” he said, “which included tips and treats for tools and twats….” he paused, apparently checking up on mileage covered, “….Bartholomew Farthing’s lesson was much the same. Bren and I posed for public poking, and the prefects present all did a drawing of a copulating couple completing coitus….

 

….then Arty Farty Barty applied my Caning For Cunt, enabling a second study….of Shagger’s striped seat. But I’ve time to tell you all about Stinks’ session. I hadn’t studied Chemistry in over a year, having been happy to drop the subject at A-Level. For once Harold Sphinx had picked on someone else, with Iron Will playing teacher’s pet. He told me afterwards how it had been arranged beforehand, apparently whilst doing a Detention on Prize Day last year. He’d also agreed to a subsequent session of naked waiter service in Stinks’ study one evening, and had already shed his Short Shirt.”

 

“Good afternoon everyone….” said Stinks, folding his black laboratory coat neatly onto the teacher’s table, accompanied by several gasps from around the room, “….this lesson will be all about rubber….” as expected, “….there are further forms of fetish which may be managed with the material. I’m admirably adorned with the Latex look….” something he’d seen before, in Stinks’ study, “….black rubber boots, skin-tight trousers with cut-outs at crease and crotch….” showing his seat and straining shaft, “….with matching laced latex bodice. When one’s portly and middle-aged like me, the stretch fit does much to minimize my paunch….” fair comment, “….may I introduce everyone to my Willing Helper….” a rare case of the phrase being what it stated, “….Wanker Boy Will was once one of the Six Wankers in Year LXXXVIII….

….he was once well-known for his wildly wavering willy, and knobbly knees knocking, in an abortive effort to impress pussy with his prowess….” there were several girlish giggles, “….but following a Mental Makeover, by kind courtesy of Shagger, his dorm of choice is now The Six X-hibiti♂nists. As is evident from eight inches of erotic enjoyment, both his bearing and fancy are firm….” what wonderful wit, “….most scholars in my classes will have taken the tube, as London Transport so often suggests….” very droll….and several times, “….however, my Tush Tube….” his legendary long length, “….is only one of several such. Although I’m occasionally able to allude to others, it’s only during Summer School when they’re all allowed an outing….” he rummaged around in a cardboard carton, “….first of all it’s the Tool Tube.” He held up a two foot specimen, with adjustable clips at each end. “Ohh….” gasped Iron Will as it was applied, apparently quite tightly, “….uhhh,” he added as his pulsing penis was placed behind it.

 

“Next it’s the Testicle Tube,” he said, “which is attached by a bowline….” normally for bollards on boats, rather than bollocks, “….and around the thighs. “Ahhh….AHHH,” he gasped as it was applied. “Finally it’s the Termination Tube,” he said, “which goes around the neck….depending upon how much one wishes to play Snuff Stuff. For the moment, it’ll be lightly looped….but do say very loudly, should anyone see his tongue lolling….” will do, “….Ahhh….Ahhh,” he repeated, “….may we have a Willing Helper from the floozies….?” a dozen arms were raised, “….excellent, and please remember my study door is almost always open of an evening for lovely Ladies who like the look of latex lingerie….” a further fetching fetish, “….we’ll have Randy Mandy, with her beautiful brace of bristols. She hails from The Six Arses Licked of dorm 6A in Year LXXXVII.”

 

“I’d been highly happy to sit next to The Tart With A Heart,” he said, “something I’d always….well, wet dreamed about doing in class.” No doubt. “A drop-dead gorgeous girl,” she said sourly, “with fellas falling for her every second.” Also, she’d been another of The Magnificent Seven. “Unfortunately, the one she’d wanted wasn’t available,” he said, “even though you must have seen her and Relay receiving The Big One….?” she nodded, “….alas before I arrived, but even she couldn’t compete with captivating Celtic cunt. However it appears she’s since found happiness with her near namesake Randy Andy. I was actually playing gooseberry, since my former dorm mate was similarly sitting with me. I found out afterwards how he’d be joining her at the University of Bristol in the autumn.”   

 

The dark-haired dish and deviant doll sauntered up to the teacher’s table. “Strut your stuff, Amanda,” he said, “don’t keep us all in suspenders….” very witty….as she folded her Short Shirt. “First it’s the Tummy Tube,” he said, “which does the same job as the Tool Tube.” For reasons of anatomy. “Ohh….” she moaned as he applied it, “….Ahhh,” she added at the Termination Tube. “Next it’s the Tits Tube,” he said. “Ahhh….Ahhh….me mammaries,” she moaned as they were clipped at the back. “Two tantalizing tits tied tightly together makes a Bunsen Brassière,” he said wittily, “now it’s the Twat Tube….slightly spiked for sensual suffering….” she shivered, “….I rather recall you’ve a ropes fetish. As a pussy pain pervert, I expect you always enjoyed sliding down the Ropes in PT?” She smiled sweetly. “AHHH,” she gasped, “up me crease….OOOH….up me cunt.” She’d always had been an OO girl, and he clipped each end onto the Tummy Tube.

 

“I also have Tease Tubes,” he said, “which are slim and short, for striking sensitive spots. For another time, they can also be tied to testicles, naughty nipples or clits. Shall I give one a go?” His Willing Helpers both nodded, gainfully. “UGHHH….UGHHH,” gasped Wanker Boy Will as his scrotum and shaft were struck. “AHHH….AHHH….” gasped Randy Mandy as her naughty nipples were nobbled, “….OOOH….OOOH,” she added as her slit was strafed. Hell….this was all so HOT. “I’ve two other rubbery items with which to apply the agonies,” he said, “the first being the Rub-a-dub spoon….” not rubber dub, “….similar to a paddle, although specially shaped. The contact area is considerable as it cups the crease….” or crotch, for cunnie punnie, “…. and hence makes a superb slapping sound….and sting. Is there anything you’d care to confess, Wanker Boy Will?”

 

Hardly a problem. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, “I’ve been engaging in all manner of Inappropriate thoughts about Randy Mandy….and Staring At Slits, Sits and Tits.” The teacher nodded. “We’ll say four strokes,” he replied, “bend over, and face the class. I’ll apply them all in my special staccato style.” Standing straight behind the bum, for a forehand followed by a backhand….an action which couldn’t be achieved with a cane. Even so, it was markedly less than Samantha Terrier had charged him on her Naturist Days.

 

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“YIPPEE..YI..YAY..YEEEE,” he yelped, “FOUR, thank you so much, SIR. I rather relish the rubber….and a really raw rear.” There were several sympathetic sniggers from around the room. It wasn’t surprising, since the scholars would be almost all subbies or switches. Most Dominant dolts would be in other classes, playing prefect. “There’s no chance of you passing an erection inspection,” said Stinks, “so you can sample my sjambok….South African style. It comprises a four foot long length of stout black rubber, which REALLY packs a posterior punch. They’re made from the same material as lorry tyres….” Ouch, “….think yourself lucky it’s only three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing.” He stood to one side and gauged the angles.

 

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YIPPEE..YI..YEZZ,” he gasped, “SEVEN, thank you so much, SIR….ohh….ohh,” he added as Stinks stroked his stripes. OMG….his own fanny could almost feel the flogging. “What about you, guilty girl?” he asked. “Please, Sir,” she replied, “I’ve been Ogling Obviously Over Wanker Boy Will’s particularly pert and punishable posterior. I’ll admit to having craved caning it comprehensively throughout Year LXXXVIII.” As The Headmaster had shared.

 

“You’ll recall William was rusticated at the end of the Summer Term just passed,” said Shagger, “and this was the real reason. Iain Terrence Hayter had been angling for any excuse to flog his fetching fanny before he finally left school. I indicated some help, so he kindly caned me until I confessed his crime. However we both agreed he’d most likely benefit greatly from the experience, which proved to be the case. I’m sure you were somewhat surprised to discover he’d been playing In The Pink at Summer School.” She nodded, mutely.

 

“Assume the Position next to Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “to sample the sjambok. Everyone will enjoy one of the best bums in the business being beaten. I’m sure it would have won one of the Mrs Shagton Rear Of The Year Awards, had they existed in Year LXXXVII.” Indeed so.

 

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“OWWW….ONE, thank you, SIR,” she said, utterly unable to claim canees’ privilege following the savage stroke. “It’s pretty plain your nipples are VERY naughty,” he said, “so you shall share Shanks’ suffering similarly, with the Rub-a-dub spoon. I do appreciate Ava’s kind contributions towards equality in this area of activity.” About time too, since the sinful sluts had been let off lightly for far too long. Her Crop Tops for Naccarim were especially appropriate, since they enabled naughty nipple inspections for the sinful sluts. They were a clever take on an existing garment, since they were supposed to be sexily short….but not normally with nude nipples as a facilitation of taking taps to the tits.

 

“Her Abrasion Bras are even better,” she said in slightly strangled tones, “and you’ll recall they come complete with a pin-cushion casing on the inside surface. PT lessons haven’t been quite the same since I became one of The Babes In Blue….and alas I’m another slut which likes sliding down the ropes in The Gymnasium.”

 

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YIPPEE..YI..YO….FOUR, thank you SIR….ooh….ooh,” she gasped, as HER stripes were stroked. “Which of our appreciative audience would wish the whacks with these two types of tush treatment….?” all hands were raised, “….stand up everyone. It’ll be three for Staring At Seats, since even the lovely Lezzies and gay guys are guilty, and the same again for failing an erection inspection. If anyone wishes to wank worthlessly whilst waiting, they’re welcome. My Willing Helpers will watch them at work….so they can be suitably Shopped for six more strikes. Can we have the first two tubees into Position?” This was all going to be amazingly erotic. “Shall we stroke each other’s shaft, Shagger?” suggested Andrew Rand, and he nodded neatly. “Uhhh….fuck you, Mandy,” they both moaned in unison.

 

“I watched my parents’ rubbery whacks,” he said, “something I could never have seen when they were at school, but in any case they were in different years. Eventually it was our turns.”

 

“Shagger was similarly stroking, Sir….” said Amanda Holdall, “….I must mention he and Andy were actually doing each other, with mutual masturbation, Sir,” added Iron Will. “Which makes six studs, in addition to four fingering floozies,” said the teacher, “however there’s no extra penalty....” such a shame, “….all right one more, making a Beastly Baker’s beating.”

 

“So we similarly suffered seven with the sjambok and six with the Rub-a-dub spoon….three pairs on each buttock. We all left the room whilst walking with real gaits of guilt….a lesson to remember….” he paused, “….I duly did Detentions on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings. On the Friday morning, I was able to Explain myself to Thrasher Thring after assembly, and was beaten by the beak. Inevitably I arrived in excess of six minutes late for Lesson 1, thus fulfilling Howzatt’s prophesy, and carrying it forward for another Summer School. It was History with Dr Ian Livingston Hume, and for a historical period-piece he gave us a demonstration of the Gestapo Guy gear….

 

….I have to admit he has a fine physique with piercing blue eyes, which had me quaking in my shoes upon arrival. Herr Oberst Hohn, alias Colonel Scorn, wore a white shirt with black tie, black tricot tunic with wide leather belt, matching black breeches, black jack-boots and military style peaked black cap. He applied his Officer’s crop to me with considerable aplomb in front of the class….and we were able to converse in German. It must have lost something for Latin lads and Lasses….” also Spanish señors and señoritas, “….but I daresay all the action was pretty plain.” She shivered again. “I liked the look of all those lessons, Shagger,” she said, “so thank you for sharing them all….especially the ones in such deliciously deviant detail….” she paused, “….how does one sign up for Summer School?”

 

 

He shrugged. “There’s an application form,” he replied, “which you can obtain from The SS before you leave. Simply select one or more of weeks 1 to 7. It also asks whether you wish to play prefect or In The Pink, and for your dorm of choice. Like me, you can opt for a career change….” which she could consider, “….its current cost is three gross new-pounds per week, which includes full board….and beatings.” A change from bed and breakfast, but presumably her parents would pay? Suddenly she spotted a large sign.

 

Harry’s Homemade Hamburgers

 

“Surely we’re not eating here, Shagger?” she asked, anxiously. “Nope,” he replied, “it’s simply a sixty second pit-stop to speak with a firm friend.” This seemed unlikely, since its only customers were from large lorries and HGV’s, however they parked opposite Alf’s Transport, Surbition. They stepped out and the cab door opened. A big bruiser waddled towards them, with a paunch the size of Saturday. It was Alf, as stated on his jersey. “Wotchah, Shaggah,” he said unexpectedly. “Hello again, Alf,” he replied, “how long were you in for, finally?” Surely he hadn’t been put in prison? “Ah woz in duh bleedin’ R’format’ry fer ten dize….” Ohh, “….which seem’ lark ten yers. But duh gues’ reward at duh close woz good.”

 

Shagger smiled sweetly. “With my dearest Aunt Marge?” he asked. “No,” he replied, “wiv a loverly Lady by duh name ov Rosem’ry Samson. It woz duh firs’ time Ah’ve bin screwed in duh Superiah style….” he smiled, in obvious fond memory, “….she said to call next time Ah’ve a local load, but Cornwall don’t ’appen often. Still, it’s wot she said woz Genuine Jam Termorrah….” he paused, “….is diss duh Missus?” He shook his head. “No,” he replied, “she’s Miss Morgan, my former junior fag from school. Kelly….this is Alf Garnett.” He bowed. “Please’ ter meechah, Ma’am,” he said respectfully, and offering his hand. They shook, and she detected a slight smell of tobacco. “We can’t stop and chat,” he said, “but I’m delighted it turned out well in the end.”

 

 

They too shook hands. “Bes’ fing wot ’appen’ ter me, Shaggah,” he said ruefully, “Ah’ve met lots ov lovely Ladies in duh meantimes when doin’ d’liv’ries….includin’ some right goers. But day need t’be treated wiv respect….an’ now Ah’ve learn’ mah lesson.” He waved once, and retreated back towards his cab. “He was once a macho male and complete cretin, Kelly,” he said as they pulled out onto the A1690 again, “but as you saw, he’s a….well, Reformed character. He used to reek of tobacco, and has clearly cut down substantially on the ciggies.” Two minutes later, they reached their destination.

 

The

Stern

Maiden

 

Definitely The Old S&M, as she stared at the pleasing picture behind the words. Inevitably it was of a seriously strict young Lady holding her hands on hips. “I’ll tell you all about Departure Day during dinner, Kelly….” he said, parking PEN 1S. As a convertible with the hood down, there probably wasn’t much mileage in locking it, “….which as you now know was also my Wedding. I can also manage a few words about the honeymoon if you wish?” She nodded as they each emerged. “Did Howzatt achieve his aim of a PT lesson with Have A Thrash?” she asked. “Yes….” he said, taking her hand, as she felt a frisson of sexual stress surge through her slit, “….and I did suffer a similar session with her, but it’ll have to wait for another time.” Something of a shame, but she’d no shortage of erotic entertainments to tell her dearest dorm mates. Maybe this might even minimize the likelihood of some Cunt Claws? 

 

To be continued……

 

Chapter 245 - part (3) of (4)

Summer School – Year LXXXIX

 

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“Marge mentioned she’d bought these for the Pennance Reformatory, David,” she said, “and following your discourse during dinner at № 16 DAHLIA DRIVE….” home of the Diamonds, “….Jeanie’s similarly sourced a set….” she’d said she might, “….I’ve selected some nice sharp specimens, with lovely long lengths. They’ll stroke slowly, since it’s more sensual….” the same as Catherine New had said, in similar circumstances, “….he shivered, but was unable to move a muscle. “Ohh,” he moaned as the crooked hands touched his tool and testicles, and she set them surgically accurately. “Enjoy,” she said, as she pressed the ON button.

 

“Hello, dearie….” came a cackle from the control console, clearly the crone he’d heard previously, “….granny’s goin’ ter give yer a good time terday.” Then the fingers whirred into life. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as his scrotum and shaft were stimulated. “Arr yer a DIRTY little boy, wot likes wankin’ ’is willy werflessly?” it asked….FLASHH “….UHHH….UHHH,” he repeated in pure pleasure. Very soon he could feel himself edging towards orgasm, however he was under no illusions. Sure enough, the fickle fingers stopped stroking at once.

 

“Har….har,” cackled the crone, “there’ll be no spurtin’ nor spunkin’. Granny may see some semen seepin’, but wanker boys can’t get no satisfaction.” The same as the ancient pop idol Mick Jagger had once sung. It waited until his system had settled down, and then was at him again. He was already sweating in intense frustration, and they’d only just started.

 

“Finally, she gave me a peck on the cheek,” he said, “removed the clip from my nose, and moved the machine away to the next bed. Then it was my final Feloness.”    

 

“Hello, Shagger,” said Amen Carmen with her ecclesiastical voice, “is everything set for Saturday?” She wasn’t at all bad-looking for a Lady of the Cloth, however as a pupil In The Pink she seemed stunning. “I hope so, Ma’am,” he muttered, “my fiancée’s here, so is my second-best man and all three Bridesmaids. I’ve Bren’s wedding ring ready, and my Wedlock is ready for the Off….or rather, On….” he paused, “….so what have you in mind to tease and torment me?”

 

She pouted her lovely lips, with one of her three unbelievably erotic expressions. This was what he called her № 1 Look, since somehow it said, ‘It was only a little kick in the crotch,’ or similar. “It’s your coffee time,” she said, “alas not to drink, but with some grounds….well, ground into the top of your tool….” very witty, “….it’s a little bit limp, but I’ll soon lick it into shape again….” more wit, “….I was always out for fellatio fun from for the fellas in the old days of Year LXI….” really? “….but sluts which suck should suffer for the sin, as indeed I’ve suggested in so many sermons. So it’s flavoured phallus….and I still stay sort of semi-celibate.”

 

Slowly, she licked all along her index finger and thumb. “UHHH….” he moaned as his phallus followed. Then she smeared the surfaces, “….AGHHH….UGHHH,” he added as she stimulated the still supremely sensitive space between the head and primary pleasure point. “How does it feel to fuck a floozy like this?” she enquired, “several studs have said it’s still sort of nice.” He shivered. “UGHHH….yes, Ma’am,” he replied, “as indeed the ancient Actress Jane Fonda once claimed in the cult classic semi Sci-Fi film flick Barbarella….UGHHH….from the swinging sixties….AGHHH….but in a nasty sort of way.” She smiled sweetly, and continued stroking.

 

“She too was an absolute expert at tool teasing,” he said, “and after bringing me back to the brink, it was prick licking followed by full fellatio. Despite more male milk, she never allowed any orgasm. Then she shimmied up onto the bed, and sat on my chest. It appeared she wasn’t wearing any naughty knickers, and I saw her № 3 Look. ‘How about pleasing pussy?’ it asked, with a sly sideways smile.

 

“Take tongue to twat,” she confirmed as she lowered it to his head. “But MA’AM,” he muttered, “I didn’t do anyone else’s.” Which was as well, since he wouldn’t have wanted his Mother’s. “Dorm captain’s privilege,” she said, “having also enjoyed five Licks-And-Promises. Don’t forget to bite, since you know I’m a pussy pain pervert, and adore a bit clit.” He wouldn’t….as he started another labour of love.

 

“It was nearly ten to ten by the time she was sufficiently satisfied to stop,” he said, “and remember, I was her sixth such stud. All the other victims had already long since left.

 

“Uhhh….Shagguhhh,” she moaned, “enough for now….you shocking sinner….” but who’d asked whom? “….would you care to attend the nine o’clock church service in the morning with me….” he nodded, “…..I won’t be officiating, being on holiday this week….” she grinned, “….thus you won’t have any opportunity of Ogling Obviously Over me during my sermons….” rumbled, “….however we can have a Sunday Special in the Rectory afterwards, since there’s someone I’d like you to meet….although I won’t spoil the surprise.”

 

“After which, my testicular torment was terminated,” he said, “they all hugged me, and I departed the dorm with a kind of wobbly detachment. I had some sympathy with Charlie Croker, Michael Caine’s character in the fun film flick The Italian Job. He’d had a night of debauchery from five fuckable floozies, following his release from prison. I struggled downstairs to collect my clothes….and had another nasty surprise.”

 

“So at long last it’s sodding Shagger,” said the pretty prefect at the Curfew Monitor’s desk, “not so cocky now, are we….?” she arose, “….where have you been, bad boy?”

 

“She was Shona Schweppes’ Mum,” he explained, “and also known as Schhh at school. I’ve met her on two Arrival Afternoons, when she and her favourite friends in fancy furs were Explaining themselves to Terrence. Or rather reporting for the rattan and a raw rear. It’s a facility offered to all august alumni, plus parents.” Ohh….but at least she was learning.  

 

She flexed her cane between her fingers. “Please Ma’am,” he replied, “it was with dorm 6M.” She gave an evil grin. “So I suppose you’re spunked out, Shagger,” she said without sympathy, “and SUCH a shame. The stick will seem to sting much more, with no sexual imperative. Even so, you’ll save at least three strokes, as you’ll probably pass an erection inspection….drat your dick. You’ve tanned me twice, in the Headmaster’s Corridor, and also in The Interview Room. So now it’s your tush’s turn….with an appreciative audience. Sure enough, there were several sinful specimens holding piles of pink uniform, whilst waiting for their whacks. “A neat little bottom,” she intoned as he assumed the Position, “simply Asking for the cane.” So another two dollars safely stashed.

 

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“Yippee..Yi..YO,” he gasped, “THREE, thank you, MA’AM. I’m sorry about being Out Of Dorm after curfew….ohh,” he added as she stroked the stripe with her stick. “Find your uniform, Shagger,” she said sternly, “and bring your bare balls back for a bollocking….” a further fine old-fashioned phrase, “….you’ll recall I was one of The Six Knackerers in Year LXXII.” Slowly, he stood. “Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, “dorm 6K, the same as my Missus.” She smiled….at least her lips did, although her eyes were set steely hard. “Congratulations,” she said, “since it seems you two are to be wed next Saturday….” he nodded, “….I heard it on The Bush Telegraph.” Nice to know it still worked, even at Summer School. He padded away.

 

“So I collected my clothes,” he said, “which was quite easy….and heard Big Ben striking for ten o’clock. Earlier would have been more difficult, with many more victims’ uniforms….and all pink.” She’d had similar problems often enough of an evening in the quadrangle courtyard.

 

“I’m back for my bollocking, Ma’am,” he muttered. “Was there anyone else out there, Shagger?” she asked. “No, Ma’am,” he replied, “I’m the last laggard.” She stood up, and now he noted her rolled up her strict short shiny skirt. It was always impossible not to stare at the Tart’s Trademark, and a clear case of Incitement. “Bend over again,” she ordered, “for your further flogging. Three for being Undressed, and one more for Staring At Skirts.” Wheeewww….went the weapon through the empty air, “….HOOO!” he huffed, readying his rear for the rattan. “I assume an anticipation of the approaching agonies?” she probed, “and an acutely aching arse?” Today’s running gag? “Yes, Ma’am,” he confirmed.

 

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“Yippee..Yi..Yay..YEEE,” he gasped, “FOUR, thank you, MA’AM. I’m sorry to have presented my person in such a shockingly sordid state. Perhaps I should be knackered naked next.” She sniggered softly. “Spread your legs, Shagger,” she said, “and we’ll see how long it takes you to submit.” He duly did so, as she took hold of his testicles. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….knackered for a nasty nine….AYEEEEE....I submit, MA’AM.” She shifted in front of him, and a Stretch Slave Sheet was thrust in front of his nose. Once again, he signed away his pride, this time on the fourth page. It was another of the old, pre-Sweet style….Shona Schweppes. “Ohh….ohh,” he gasped as she suddenly locked his head between her legs.

 

Then she reached beneath his body. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he mumbled, as his scrotum was stretched, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I am your stretch slave….MA’AM.” Finally, he was let loose. “Another three whacks,” she said, “since you’re Out Of Bed after Lights Out….” he wouldn’t even attempt to apportion blame, since it would merely mean another cut of the cane, “….sound thinking, Shagger.” Yet more apparent mind reading.

 

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“Yippee..Yay..YEZZ,” he gasped, “SEVEN, thank you so much, MA’AM….ohh….ohh,” he added as she fondled his flogged fanny. “Shaz says you offered her a so-called Shagger’s Supper,” she said at length, “so kindly attend study fifdeen on Level 5 tomorrow afternoon at five o’clock. Toby’s told me you’re his senior fag, so you can wear your fagging uniform and give ME some naked waiter service….” she giggled girlishly, “….and I can confirm you’re Senior Swapped with me on Monday morning. In the afternoon, it’s my firm friend Pan Am Pam….” Pamela Boeing, also an émigrée of dorm 6K, “….now you’d best get to bed, and hope your new dorm mates don’t try anything on with the Wankometer.”

 

“Which unfortunately was the case,” he said, “or rather my new dorm captain did, since this was his first foray. I’d warned him not to try and wank worthlessly, but we all have to learn. Schhh was highly happy to hit our hineys with a Blanket Beating….” not canings for coverings, “….of three whacks for a first offence. Everyone else was playing away, probably in pretty prefects’ studies somewhere. Anyway, thus endeth Arrival Afternoon, which I fear I’ve told in too much detail. So hereinafter it’ll be edited highlights, starting with a summary of Sunday’s sins. It was a Special in the morning and afternoon, the Shagger’s Supper, and the traditional threesome in Alice’s study overnight with two studs and a slut.”

 

With both bad boys bonking the Bird in bed. “So you fucked four floozies?” she enquired sourly. “No, three,” he replied, “since such Suppers are supposed to be social, not sex….although Shona did bend the rules slightly. Like her darling daughter, she fancies full fellatio for the fellas. It really isn’t my preference, but as my unofficial Tutress was always at pains to point out, always give the lovely Lady what she wants, never mind your own dirty deviant desires. After we’d eaten, she bent me backwards over the table, knackered my nuts and shamelessly sucked my shaft.”

 

She pursed her lips. “The arithmetic’s still screwy, Shagger….” so to speak, “….surely you didn’t poke the Parish Priest after all?” He shook his head. “No,” he confirmed, “although I did do her with a dildo head-harness. The person I poked was the mystery meet she’d mentioned. We’d attended the Church service together, which was conducted by the Reverend Katherine Goodfellow. Afterwards she accompanied us back to the Rectory, for what I’d assumed was tea and cakes. However it soon became apparent there was another agenda, after I was forcibly frogmarched inside and stripped starkers. I knew I was in real trouble when I was attached to the Gonads Guillotine. It has a five foot tall, six inch wide black metal frame, bearing several shackles. I could see the gleaming diagonal blade, and it seemed the severance of my scrotum was sanctioned.”

 

“I haven’t introduced you to my colleague in crime, Shagger,” said Amen Carmen, “a previous prefect and firm friend. Whilst I was one of The Six frustrat♀RS in Year LXI, she hailed from The Six Knackerers….” he had a sudden horrible premonition, “….and whose Maiden name was Castalian.” He struggled violently, an action which achieved nothing. “NO,” he shouted….SLAPP “….Oww….” SLAPP “….Oww,” he gasped at a slap from each of them. “Where are your manners?” she hissed. “So sorry, Mesdames,” he replied, “it was simply the shock of meeting Castration Kate.” Oops.

 

“In the flesh,” he said, “or rather the Cloth. Amen Carmen had once said she’d made the machine as her General Studies project in Year LXII. My crown jewels were put into the Hole Of Hell. Then they raised the blade, setting it to timer release, with six minutes’ grace before the off….so to speak….” Ouch, “….they removed their robes, folding them neatly….” as always, “….and the rest of their clothes apart from clerical collars. Then they shamelessly sixdy nined themselves on the floor in front of me. As you’re aware, it’s a light Lesbian leaning, favoured by favourite and firm female friends.” It was also a twin thing. “Yes,” she admitted, “Karen and I take tongues to twats, too.”

 

TICK-TOCK TICK-TOCK went the clockwork timer, and each second seemed an eternity. But was it set in strike mode? On the floor, things were hotting up. “UHHH….is the guillotine in safe mode….UHHH…. Katy?” asked Amen Carmen. “UHHH….I think so,” replied Castration Kate, “UHHH….although on reflection I’m not sure….UHHH.” Fuck….an action which might prove a problem presently? “….UHHH….perhaps we’d best check….?” there was a sudden CLICKK and the timer stopped, “….it’s too late to worry….UHHH….YESS….YESS.” Then the blade fell, even as they came together. “NO….NO,” he shrieked….WHEEEE….CLUNKK “….HOOO!” he huffed as it stopped an inch off the action. His pulse was pounding, and as had happened before, he’d shot some semen under sheer sexual stress.

 

So chalk one up for Elspeth Easel, who’d always claimed he had a castration complex….along with many millions of mere males. “Carmen says you’re good with oral appreciation, Shagger,” she said, as he was released, “so now it’s my turn for Tickling Tarts with tongue. It ought to be easy, since I’m totally turned on.” She sat on the settee with her legs spread. “With simultaneous shoulders strafing, Shagger,” said the Parish Priest, “since studs should suffer seriously for such sin.” But not the lovely Lady….as he knelt for Castration Kate in the Position For Pleasuring.

 

“It was with her studded scourge,” he said, “eleven lengths of lovely long leather, each knotted nastily at irregular intervals. I gave her seven cums, and then they changed places.”

 

“Verily, I’m a veritable vicious virago….” intoned Castration Kate….something else which Amen Carmen had claimed, “….which values varlets’ vapulation.” A Big Word for flogging or flogged. “UHHH….UHHH,” moaned Amen Carmen….Thwackk “….AHHH,” he gasped.

 

“After she’d had been sufficiently satisfied,” he said, “I poked the Parish Priest’s pussy using a dildo head-harness. I suggested the same for her firm friend, however she took my tool. Apparently Canon Angus Goodfellow had turned out to be a gay guy. Since she’d signed up for sex which wasn’t available after all, she’d no intention of staying celibate.” Oops. “Did you discover her Cunt Currency the hard way?” she asked. “Yes,” he replied, “It was a dozen due. Or rather, a total of ten taken to the tush, completed by a couple of cuts to the crotch….” she shivered, “….we must move on to Monday, which started with my first Senior Swap.”

 

Shona Schweppes

lac filio fascinum

 

He stepped inside without knocking, in accordance with fagging protocol. But what was the Latin logo? “Good morning, Shagger,” said Schhh, wearing nothing but a black shower robe, “we’ll start with your SAYM T’GO beating, so bend over.”

 

Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk

“Yippee..Yi..Yay..YEEE,” he gasped, “FOUR, thank you, MA’AM. I’ll try to be a good fag for you.” She gave a disparaging sniff. “I shall shower, Shagger,” she said, “so put on a pretty pink frilly unisex slave apron. You’ll find a feather duster by the door. Franklin should have my breakfast ready upon my return….” the, ‘….or else,’ hardly needed to be spoken, as she padded away. “I’m Lynne Franks….” said the junior fag, who was really anything but, “….one of The Six Jailbirds of dorm 6J from Year LXII. I was once Amen Carmen’s senior fag, and it’s odd having her as one of my peers-with-pussy In The Pink….” she paused, “….might you be Georgie Boy’s sinful son?” Guilty as charged. “David Shagton….and yes….” he admitted, “….ohh,” he added, slipping his scrotum through the hole in the apron.

 

“I recognize the face,” she said, “and also the seven inches of circumcised sin. Your philandering father once screwed me at Summer School….when we both had The Biggest One. I suppose you’re aware how, as a macho male maid, Ma’am will beat your balls?” He nodded. “Yes,” he replied, “she’s already given me one good bollocking, as she so quaintly put it, as Curfew Monitor after Arrival Afternoon. But my dastardly dad made Mum yesterday, and I’m looking forward to their flogging in assembly shortly….” he licked his lips, “….what’s Ma’am Latin logo? Alas, I was a German garçon.” She grinned. “It more or less means Suck Cock,” she said, “since as you may also be aware, Ma’am fancies fellatio from the fellas.” Like Mother like Daughter, as he picked up his feather, and started work.

 

“By the time she was through with me,” he said, “it had been a dozen due….not counting the crotch cropping. Finally it was my Farewell Foursome, and then Franklin and I went down for breakfast. After which it was the first morning assembly. Since the scholars were much reduced, the pupils In The Pink were at the front, with the prefects in the places normally taken by The Yellow Perils. Castration Kate did the devotions, and a short suggestive sermon. Inevitably it included an updated allegory about plucking one’s plums if they were a possible problem. I sat next to Jeanette Limmitz….which is The Iced Diamond’s Maiden name, and which she uses for her subbie side. On my second it was a slut with a scowl. I’d never set eyes on her before, but apparently I was an annoyance, and she squeezed my scrotum several times. My parents were punished by Thrasher Thring and Batty Betty. She’d retired before either of us arrived at The Styx, and although she’d attended the Pennance Reformatory last year, I missed her there by a matter of days.”

 

He watched and waited whilst OW and Georgie Boy ascended the Podium, and The Professor arose. “A warm welcome to the Year LXXXIX Summer School,” he said, “when it is possible to meet old friends and foes, and settle some scores. For those who have not attended before, there is a final assembly at half past nine on Departure Day, when all pupils In The Pink will be punished on the Podium. They will be flogged for their Farewell Foursomes, dished by dorm. However, as a special treat for me, Whapshott of dorm 6M and Shagton of dorm 6C were found yesterday In Flagrante Delicto….” caught In The Act, “….with a Major Lapse Of Discipline. My close colleague Miss Elizabeth Battenberg will assist in applying the agonies….” had they’d screwed in the past? “….it will be The Big One for Whapshott, and The Biggest for Shagton, since this is by no means his first fucking felony. I believe he has been beaten at each of his Summer Schools.” 

 

“It was in threes for Mum,” he explained, “and fours for father, so their floggings finished together. Then they disappeared down the spiral staircase into the Undercroft, to take their places in The Public Playground Pillory for the allotted terms….two and three hours respectively. Time was already pressing when assembly finished, however upon exit I was Shopped to the Assembly Monitor….an especially imposing 6’2” figure….” he grinned, “….apparently Thrasher Thring DID have the hots for Batty Betty.”

 

“Please, Sir,” said the slut with the scowl, “this bad boy spent all assembly Languishing Along Lovely Legs.” Really? “How do you plead….Shagger?” he asked, “since I can see the resemblance easily enough.” Ohh. “Guilty, Sir,” he replied, perjuring himself as always. “Your name for my beat sheet?” he enquired. “I’m Dough, Dilys, Sir,” she replied, “of dorm 6V in Year LXVII.” Thanks for nothing….which was one of the many epithets applied to the dorm of doom. Then she sauntered away, with the satisfaction of a Shop well done.

 

“I was swished soundly and slowly,” he said, “with another three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing. Knowing I’d be late for Lesson 1, I made the rookie mistake of attempting to run on the way to the lockers….stupid, in high heels. I was caught and caned me for the crime by another previous prefect….Homer Finnish from Year LXI. He’s a train Conductor, and said we might meet again at Summer School. He hits hineys hard, with his last stroke especially so in accordance with his nickname of Hammer Finish.” Ouch. “Did you discover her problem?” she asked. “Yes,” he replied, “NO NO NO was able to help. Dildo was once senior fag to my Mother, something she’s never mentioned. Apparently she’d hired The Hard Man to help remove her from the virgin register, which he duly did….

….alas, the other half of the Senior Swap resulted in dad going to my Mum….with everything which followed. It seems she’d always harboured filthy feelings for my father, ones completely unrequited but were still all his fault. So my swishing was nothing more than for the sins of the fathers, so to speak. Noah also told me she’s also an Authoress. One of her books is entitled The Perversions of Quiet Girls….ever so apt, having been one of The Six Virgins.  It also transpired the prefect was one Edward Shanks….hence Longshanks. He’s Wanker Boy Will’s father, and definitely a Dominant dolt. So you see, Summer School’s a small world. I continued quickly to the Teaching wings, very late and knowing my first Detention was due. It was English, with Lady Joyce D’Aragon….my leetle Vrench Vancy….

 

….She and Judy Carne certainly share several similarities in stature....” who? “….featured in Rowan and Martin’s Laugh In….an American TV comedy series from the 1960’s. She was the so-called sock-it-to-me girl, and much masturbation material for many millions of mere males. The Dragon Lady was wearing The English Mistress mantle, which is similar to the Miss Whiplash wear. She sported black silky arm-length gloves, which made her shoulders seem superbly sexy. It was a matching silk bodice, not covering her small conical tits. Finally, there were the long-laced thigh-high tight black boots with high heels, which didn’t quite cover the cunt….and a spiked Mistress collar.”

 

“So, Shaggairre….” said la maîtresse anglaise in her light lilt, with its extra emphasis evident on the letter R, “….glad you could spare the time to join us….” Oops, “….you’re eight minutes late, so assume the Position for the French floggairre. Your Detention Lines will be: I must not think about socking it to Judy Carne’s cunt.” Rumbled….dropping his pink bag of books and bending down….Thwackk “….Ahhh….” he gasped as his seat was struck by seven strands of sheer suffering….Thwackk “….Ahhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….thank you for making me meet your martinet, Ma’am.” He remained stoically in place. “We’re looking at schoolboy playground riddles, Shaggairre….” she said, pointing towards the blackboard.

 

What would be Winker Watson’s favourite TV cop show?

 

“….you can be my Willing Helpairre….” which at The Styx was normally a negation of the noun, and now was no exception, “….do you know the answer? It’s an oldie but goodie.” The cartoon character from the pages of the Dandy’s claim to fame was how he’d never been caned. Rapidly, he rifled the annals of memory….and AV Records which he’d watched with his philandering father. Then he had it, and smiled sweetly. “Yes, Ma’am,” he said, “it’s No Hiding Place….” Thwackk “….Ahhh,” he gasped. “Quite correct,” she said with a very Gallic sniff, “but nobody likes a smart arse.” Then she wrote again.

 

Adam and Eve and Skwoshum went down to the river to bathe….

 

“Can anyone complete it?” she enquired, and Sexy Sammy raised her arm. “Yes, Terrier?” she asked. “It’s Adam and Eve were drown-ded,” she replied, “who do you think was saved?” There were several sniggers. “Can you assist us with the answer, Shaggairre?” she asked and he nodded. “Skwoshum, Ma’am.” He spread his legs, knowing what would be next. “Surely, Shaggairre,” she replied, taking hold of his testicles. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….” he gasped, “HARDER, Madame….AHHHH….AHHHH….AHHHH….AYEEEEE….I submit, MA’AM.”

 

“So I similarly signed her Stretch Slave Sheet,” he said, “and needless to say she lost no time in demanding her dues. Then she chalked up a further phrase.”

 

What’s the height of agony?

 

“Yes, Limmitz?” she asked. “Please, Ma’am,” she replied, “it’s a man sliding down a razor blade, using his balls as brakes.” There were several more sniggers from the sluts, and faces of fear from the fellas. “Very good,” she said smoothly, “fortunately this is something nobody’s yet built for a General Studies project….” he noted there hadn’t been whacks for any of the guilty girls, “….one more, dear to the minds of most mere males. Do we have any offers?”

 

What’s a vicious circle?

 

“Please, Ma’am,” said The Green Goddess, “it’s a cunt with spikes….” more mirth, “….as embodied by The Hellholes.” As a Helpful Hint, he could see a set of same on the teacher’s table. “For anyone who hasn’t heard of them before,” said The Dragon Lady, “it’s a pair of panties in black laced leather….” also available in crimson, as favoured by Have A Thrash, “….into which is inserted one of a dozen different dick deterrents. Starting at Number One, with lengths of radial reinforced rubber they range from moderately mild to acute agony….” she giggled girlishly, “….Shaggairre was conceived through the seven semi-sharp steel spikes of Number Twelve ….” and subsequently his sinful Sister, “….which properly punish any potential penis passing to the pussy prize. So he should always stick up for his fathairre….since he stuck up for him….” very fucking funny, albeit absolutely apt, “….it’s lucky numbairre time, so what’s yours?”

 

All right, he’d risk it. “A mild and bitter please, Ma’am….” he replied, as an allusion to ordering alcohol in a public house….Thwackk “….Ahhh,” he added. “Cocky Little Blighter,” she said. “It’s Number Six, Madame,” he continued quickly. “After the ancient Patrick McGoohan 1960’s TV cult classic, The Prisoner….?” she asked, and he nodded neatly, “….you should all be grateful. Last week, my Willing Helper was William, or Pim Minster....from dorm 6D of Year LXXIX. He’s a Dominant dolt….” as one of The Six Demeaners, “….normally known as Prime Minister, who explained he’d always wanted to get into Numbairre Ten….” she screwed it in place, and sat down on the edge of the teacher’s desk, her legs spread wide, “….are you prepared to poke in public….whilst remembering my cunt currency’s a dozen due?” Not half. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied. “Après moi,” mused Raymond Lee, “la discipline.” Rather than le déluge. “I do the jokes, Relay,” she said primly, “although it WAS quite witty.”

 

“So I poked pussy,” he said, “paying with penile pain for pursuing pleasure. My subsequent Sex Thrashing followed flat on the floor with the French flogger. Afterwards, I retired hurt….quite literally, to an empty bench at the back.”

 

“Do we have any other offers?” she asked. “This is you, Ray,” said Pretty Patty, in front of him, as Raymond Lee raised his arm….along with another eight hopefuls. “So we’ve a couple of cowards,” she said, “or maybe gay guys in dorm 6G? Relay….you’re next….” Patricia Terrier petted his posterior as he stepped across her, “….three extras for being a smart arse.”

 

“The refuseniks were Francis Chester,” he confirmed, “Francesca being from The Six Gays, in Year LXXXIV. Jason Mormon was a Cunt Casanova, and one of The Six Wankers from Year LXXI. More Man apologetically explained in a dark brown voice, and an air of easy confidence, how he was totally spunked out….following an overnight session with the School Secretary…..” he paused, “….which was all the work we achieved in the time available. It gives you a tenor of the lessons, and we’ve just about time for a couple more. But I must make mention of Mississippi, since several studs in Swimming got given the Gonads Gallows….”

 

she’d heard all about them during one of his distant dreams….on Departure Day at the end of the previous Summer Term, “….a long line of handcuffed studs stood starkers, with shafts straining skywards….so chalk another up for Evil Elspeth. Two very lengthy Ropes Of Rack And Ruin had been attached to the ceiling. Each had nooses at their free ends dangling down by the diving board. Below, in the water, were six so-called Guardian Angels. They were there to ensure the erotic experience wasn’t totally terminal. William Shanks was first in the firing line, with me second. Noah Nolan-Noakes was next….and my philandering father not far behind.”

 

Then Edith Zippy blew her whistle….PEEP “….a warm welcome to my Gonads Gallows….” she said, seemingly stern in her black Referee’s regalia. It was a warm woolly, with a seriously skimpy red-hot pair of hot pants, plus plimsolls, “….which suggests the sensation of a separated scrotum, in addition to being publicly hanged. We’ve never lost any plums pain perverts yet….” just as well, “….though there’s always a first time….” thanks a bunch, “….which would be such a shame for Shagger, since it’s his wedding on Saturday….” there was a rousing round of applause, “….for each exquisite exhibitionistic entrance, feel free to offer any last words of woe, with a strutting stance which can be captured on camera. Sil has also set up an AV Record….” Sileas Crabbe gave a cheery wave, “….so all sojourns to Davy Jones’ Locker can be seen subsequently at the Camera Club.”

 

Three Burdizzo Babes bustled about beside Iron Will, evidently executioners. They were next-to-nude black-booted brunette beauties with dark glasses, wearing only black peaked hats, the briefest of black bras, and matching….well, briefs. The latter two were tied together with a selection of straps. They seemed so stunningly strict and stern….and supremely snoggable. It was the combination of red lipstick on mean mouths, especially with their hands held hard on hips. Until they spoke, it was impossible to ascertain their identities, although they were probably all his Bridesmaids.

 

“Ohhh….ahhh….” gasped Iron Will as they tightened nooses around nex and nax….PEEP “….first felon, best feet forward,” she said, stroking herself where she shouldn’t. They helped him ascend the steps, not exactly an easy action owing to the handcuffs. At least it eased the tension in the testicles….temporarily. He reached the top, and swaggered along to the end. “Wanker Boy Will wishes to say sorry to all the wanton wicked wenches which he’s whacked unkindly or unfairly over the years,” he said clearly, “although as is evident, I’m now more an incorrigible exhibitionist than Dominant dolt….” FLASHH….as he thrust his fancy forward in fucking fashion, “….here I come….” very witty, as he leapt off the diving board….FLASHH “….AYEEEEE.” SPLASHH….he watched anxiously for several seconds until his prefect peer resurfaced on his back, apparently intact.

 

Two Guardian Angels released the Ropes, and then they escorted him towards the shallow end. Now it was HIS turn to be duly despatched with the long drop of doom and deserving death. “Ohhh….ahhh….” he gasped as his nooses were affixed, “….Mmmm,” he added as one of them kissed him hard. “Die well for me….” she said in a somewhat soft sensual soprano, “….darling,” she added in their private parlance, so she was Shirley Greene….SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, with a Sexist Smack. “Get those gonads going, Shagger….” muttered Miffy Smiffy, “….since we’ve many more mere males in line for the Off,” Uncle Sam concluded.

 

Then Myfanwy and Ursula Smith helped haul him up the ladder. At the top, he took two tentative steps. Both Ropes now bore long loops, although they’d tauten soon enough during his descent. But first it was HIS chance to offer a few phrases to the floozies. “Panty Pervert Pete proffers his apologies,” he said, “having been the scourge of saintly schoolgirls in public parks. I’d like nineteen counts of indecent exposure, and a further forty four felonies of sex-pest telephone calls taken into consideration.”

 

“Surely not, Shagger?” she asked. “No,” he replied, “I’ve flashed filthily on occasion, but always completely consensually, and the same with the calls.” She shivered. “Feel free to phone me anytime at home,” she said, “with some heavy breathing, and suitably sordid sexual suggestions. But don’t mistake me for Mum, since we sound similar.” On the other hand, maybe she might enjoy the experience, too? She’d have to try and talk about it.

 

PEEP….went her whistle. “Before you take the plunge….Peter Purvis,” said Mississippi, shimmying down her hot pants, “you should appear the part.” She handed them to one of the Burdizzo Babes, who stood on the lower board. He knelt, and she slipped them over his head. “State your catchphrase, darling,” she said, “and then in you go.” He straightened, took a deep breath, and his world wavered as he inhaled choice cunt scent.

 

“Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis….” he called out, his voice mildly muffled by the material, “….Geronimo….AYEEEEE….” SPLASHH “….UGHHH….AGHHH,” he gasped, attempting to keep his mouth closed despite the sudden stretching sensations in certain sensitive spots….neck and knackers. Finally his fall stopped, and he was back onto an upwards trajectory. “Ughhh….ughhh,” he spluttered upon surfacing, whilst two Guardian Angels released the nooses in readiness for NO NO NO. Then they assisted him towards the shallow end. An interesting way to die, but one which he’d manage to miss for the moment.