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.
PHWHACKK PHWHACKK PHWHACKK PHWHACKK
“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.
SWISHHCRACKKKKKK SWISHHCRACKKKKKK SWISHHCRACKKKKKK
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.
SWISHHCRACKKKKKK
“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.”
PHWHACKK PHWHACKK PHWHACKK
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……
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