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.”
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“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.
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