Chapter 246 - part (4) of (4)

 

Wedding

 

This is the concluding part

of the book’s last chapter!

 

Seconds later it seemed, she awoke to find herself upended again, ascending some stone steps. They weren’t exactly echoing, since he was still starkers and shoeless. “Where are we, Shagger?” she asked anxiously. “It’s the Staff Study wing,” he confirmed, “and we’ve just reached the Level 2 landing….” they headed into the gloom, “….if it’s any consolation, I don’t remember much of the journey back here the other week, either. But for fun foreplay before fucking, she did a dozen Disciplinary Darts, enough to give anyone the willies.”

Susan Sweet

Multo Plus, Multo Plus

He kicked open the door and padded inside. Then he set down his bag and her bouquet of roses by the bed, where he deposited her gently. “We could leave it for now,” he suggested, “and start the sordid stuff tomorrow morning?” She shook her head. “Not a chance,” she replied, sitting up, “I’ve waited much too long for this. We’ll be getting VERY physical….with several filthy finger fantasies I’ve imagined doing to you. Obviously I’ve enjoyed some of them already with my peers….” and her long-suffering boyfriend, Armitage Shanks. Louis was now one of The Indignities of dorm 5I….however she often subjected him to some similar ones, “….but we’ll make a suitable start with your Caning For Cunt….” she paused, “….although you can remove the KTB.” He grimaced and stared at his soft shaft. “Ohh….thank you so much,” he said, unclipping it prior to padding across to the back wall. Inevitably, it was completely covered with instruments of coercion and correction. He returned with a rattan, and then opened his bag. “Here are more birthday presents, Kelly,” he said, “one of which you already have in dorm 5H.” She stared.

 

To Kelly, with fondest fucks and my very best swishes, Shagger

 

Then she tore open the first, to find an old-fashioned black mortar-board. “I thought Miss Kelly might like this,” he explained, “for when she visits a subbie stud’s study for a screwing session, and wants to start in style with his Sex Thrashing.” An excellent idea….since now she was sweet sixteen, it was possible to poke and punish prefects-with-penis with impunity. She put in on, feeling its power, and then opened the second….OMG, it was her very own Humbler. “You can be my first felon, Shagger,” she said sternly, and handing it over. “Yes….Ma’am,” he muttered, slipping one slat over his scrotum and pulled his balls through the hole. “Ahhh,” he gasped as the second slat was slipped into place behind his scrotum.

 

Now the wooden screws were slowly tightened around his testicles, leaving them snugly in place. “I’ll take the testicle twist too….AHHH….” he gasped, turning it through two right angles, and pushing it between his legs, “….AHHH,” he added, bending forward as his scrotum stretched, having the Humbler up against the base of his buttocks at the back. “Now lie across this pillow….” she placed it horizontally, “….six of the VERY best, straight downwards, since your neat little bottom’s simply Asking for the cane….” so another two dollars, “….we’ll take things slowly, so your system can savour each stroke….” which was seriously studied sadism.

 

However he’d done it to her often enough, thus this was only payback time, “….you can tell me all about what you both did with Karen after returning from The Stern Maiden.” He hobbled up onto the bed. “AYEEEEE….HEEE,” he gasped, lying down, “I don’t normally divulge details of other damsels’ deviances, since it….well, cums under the heading of comparing cute cunts. It’s something my unofficial Tutress Alice Tetsworth cautioned me against. However I’m doing so under duress….and anyway you must know most of it already.”

 

SWISHHHHTHWACKKKK

“OWW….ONE, thank you, MA’AM….” he gasped, clearly unable to claim canees’ privilege, “….she shackled me to the wall opposite the bed. After playing Disciplinary Darts with Relay, she put him into predicament bondage. I was to play cuckold, commencing with a comprehensive kicking in the crotch. Then she knackered my nuts nicely before applying a studded scrotum strap, and any amount of lead weights. It was AHH….Appreciation Hell Hour….for us both, whilst she showered.”

 

SWISHHHHTHWACKKKK

“OOO….TWO, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “upon her return, she stared into my eyes and  claimed I’d spent two years at The Styx Leching Longingly Like A Loser….again undeniable. I was obliged to confess these crimes, and many more, whilst she gave my gonads a good grinding. At least it wasn’t as bad as The Boot Boys….until she started smacking my scrotum after each answer.”

 

SWISHHHHTHWACKKKK

“YEEE….THREE, thank you, MA’AM,” he yelped, “then Ray was released and ordered up to the bed, in exactly the same spot as I am now, for a Sex Thrashing. But please don’t ask me about who hits hineys hardest.” She sniggered softly. “All right, Shagger,” she said, “I’ll let you off the Fuck Fork….ohhh....ohhh,” she added, softly stroking her slit.

 

SWISHHHHTHWACKKKK

“YIKES….FOUR, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “then Relay suffered Six For Sex, which was the balance owing, since he’d previously paid a deposit….like me. You know her currency’s a dozen due….” she nodded, “….then they switched, enabling him to be the Superior Sir. He gave her an intimate interrogation, with plenty of cunnie punnie. It turns out she’s signed up for Ava Frasch’s Comprehensive Correctional Crotch Cropping Course….which alas she won’t be able to take until she becomes a prefect….” surely she should sign herself up sometime? “….however she DID let slip an interesting angle for YOUR interrogation….Ma’am….” oo..er, yes SIR, “….whenever we reach it.”

 

SWISHHHHTHWACKKKK

“YEOUCH….FIVE, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “finally they fucked….a properly painful procedure, and utterly unforgettable. Ray and I had our testicles tied together with a Rope Of Rack And Ruin. It was set slightly too short for him to screw, so our scrotums were stretched. It’s a kind of cuckolding which we’ve done together before….but with him bonking Bren. They kissed in a passionate embrace, albeit under serious sexual stress. We finally fucked the following morning….exactly as you outlined earlier. I humped her hard, as indeed I’ve wanted to do for so long. When I cummed her cute cunt, it….well, came with several dozen celestial cymbals….something which Ray said had been the same for him.” Hopefully also for her?

 

SWISHHHHHHTHWACKKKKKKK

“YAROOOO….SIX, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped as she applied an especially savage stroke, “six of the VERY best, thank you, Ma’am. I believe bad boys’ bottoms best benefit from bare beating. Here’s hoping for huge helpings of horrendous humbling at your hands.” She smiled at two of the so-called Standard Subbie Swishing Sentiments. Probably he’d memorized them all. “It’s easily arranged,” she agreed amiably, selecting a riding crop from the wall. Then she shimmied up onto the bed, “first you can please pussy properly. You spent all Year LXXXIX refusing to do so….damn your distended dick. So it’s time my twat took your tongue. I want at least six competent cums….” her chest heaved, “….it should be simple, as it’s totally turned on….” she angled his head between her legs, “….did I mention anything about beating your balls?” Thwapp “….UGHHH….” Thwapp “….UGHHH.” At this rate, she’d cum convincingly before he’d even started. There was nothing like mere male misery and a suffering scrotum to get her going….something she and Karen Eis had always agreed about, as Balls Babes.

 

Hopefully they’d also be able to enjoy Bi-some threesomes from now on? “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned, already on cloud nine….Thwapp “….UGHHH….” Thwapp “….UGHHH,” he gasped, again in acute agony. “If you bite me, your scrotum will suffer seriously, Shagger,” she said, hoping he’d take the hint? The statement was spoken with some subaudition, whereby one needed to read between the lines. What she was really saying was: ‘As a pussy pain pervert, I want a bit clit.’ Yes….as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. “AYEEEEE….HEEE….bastard boy,” she shouted….THWAPP “….URGHHHH….” THWAPP “….URGHHH,” he gasped, “OMG….I’m cumming, Shagger….YESS….YESS….YESS.” Her world wavered in a haze of pure pussy pleasure. “Again,” she ordered imperiously.

 

Was this the fifth or the sixth climax? No matter, it would have to do, as she reached forward and released the Humbler. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned. “Turn over, Shagger,” she said, “since it’s face sitting time.” He did so and she straddled his head. “I want some similarly competent confessions of crimes, Shagger,” she said, “about how you’ve lusted after me for so long….like you did for Karen.” Carefully, she backed her bum so it was only a couple of inches away from his nose. “I’ve always fancied you furiously,” he admitted, “onwards from my original Autumn Arrival Afternoon in Year LXXXVIII….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….when you and Karen saw my first formal flogging….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….” I often wanked worthlessly with you watching my whacks, until the dorm Wankometers were installed….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….I also fantasized about feeling and fondling your fetching fanny….” he duly did so, “Ohh,” she moaned, “such cheek,” what wonderful wit….Thwapp “….UGHHH….I had terrible trouble keeping my hands off your hiney all last year….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….your pert and punishable posterior….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….stroking your striped seat after swishing it soundly….”

 

Thwapp “….UGHHH….you know I’m basically a bums boy….” he and most mere males at The Styx….Thwapp “….UGHHH….then there was the thought of your cute cunt….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….with filthy fantasies of fingering your fancy….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….I knew it was all so shockingly sinful, especially with you being underage….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….but since you’d signed up for a screw, it was only a matter of time….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….Genuine Jam Tomorrow….” Thwapp “….UGHHH….or hopefully today….Mmmmffff….” he moaned as she sat fully onto his face, “…..MMMMFFFF….” she shifted further forwards, with reluctance, “….huhh….thank you….huhh….much more, and a promising place at Lancashire University would have been wasted. It’s a sort of Snuff Stuff, and strangely sexually stimulating….” once again, a straining shaft was proof positive for the postulate, “….may I say you should definitely be a deserving candidate for one of the Rear Of The Year Awards in Year XCI.” Nice to know.

 

“It’s high time we switched, Shagger….” she said, shedding the mortarboard and shimmying off him, “….so bind me to the bed. It’s as I asked of you in Sexy Sammy’s study….” which had preyed on her pussy ever since, “….and appease my conscience, so what follows will be all your fault….” he arose, “….ohh,” she added as he shackled her wrists and ironed her ankles. Now she was absolutely at his mercy….or hopefully, lack of it. “I really rather relish….” rape, her personal demon added, “….being slung over your shoulder, Shagger,” she said instead, “it’s all a bit primæval….” he interjected, “….after which you’d have liked to be taken into a cave and raped….?” spot on, since this was a second subject with which she’d serially stroked her slit, “….it’s a fairly frequent floozy’s finger fantasy….” and she’d thought she was unique? “….as I’ve been told on occasion. Naturally I can’t divulge the identity of the deviant damsels, but can confirm it includes teachers, too….” Ohh, “….did you have any particular preference for rapist? I daresay Susie has most uniforms on hand. Maybe Mr Whippy, as you seemed to enjoy so much at The Stern Master, or The Gestapo Guy?”

 

Doubtless he’d seen her cumming….so to speak? “I’ve always enjoyed the thought of Dick Dastardly, Shagger,” she said, “as in the old cartoons.” He padded away. “Richard Merryweather looks good in it, Kelly,” he muttered, whilst rummaging around in a wardrobe, “especially when he manages a long black twirly moustache.” One day she hoped to enjoy one of Big Dick’s Dinners. Their real name was Richard’s R♂mantic Repasts, and she was now eligible to enjoy his big dick….an immodest eight inch male member. Then Shagger returned, wearing a long black Lee van Cleef cloak. It was relieved on his waist by a large leather belt, and only obscuring what seemed to be a pair of jack-boots. However on his head he wore a rather rakish 1930’s style of automobile hat, the same style as she’d seen in the cartoons.

 

“So….wanton wicked wench,” he said, “it’s almost time for your fate worse than death….” she struggled strongly against the shackles, an action which achieved nothing, as always, “….but first, I have a Question. I must warn you at once how your failure to answer timeously or at all will result in prolonged pussy pain….” Oo..er….yes SIR, as he picked up the riding crop and flexed it firmly between his fingers, “….what is your name?” She smiled inwardly, even as her heart sang. He’d once done this to Grizelda Gutteridge, during the Summer Term of Year LXXXVIII. He’d tortured out her unused first name….Dominetta, who’d become Domme. However she wouldn’t tell him anything immediately. “So,” she said sourly, “it’s the difficult ones first….?” Thwapp “….UGHHH,” she gasped as he hit her clit. “Sarcasm was always one of your strong suits….” he said softly, but with an air of unmistakeable menace, “….but alas I wasn’t able to apply these agonies during my time of tenure.”

 

Drat it. “Please, Sir,” she replied politely, “it’s Morgan, Kelly, Sir….of dorm 5H.” Thwapp “….UGHHH….” she gasped. “Which was for Impertinently Imparting Information,” he replied, “however, I’m aware this isn’t your full name, as in K T B Morgan….which is what I want.” She maintained a surly silence. “So it’s another tap to the twat,” he said at length, after another indecent interval….Thwapp “….UGHHH,” she gasped, “….all part of the process to soften up your slit.” Thwapp “….UGHHH,” she gasped. “I’m waiting,” he said, “and can wait all night, if necessary.”

 

The words were as spoken by so many teachers over the years….Thwapp “….UGHHH….please Sir….huhh….it’s Tamsin, Sir.” She sagged against the shackles, and gritted her teeth against another short sharp shock to the slit. Sure enough….Thwapp “….UGHHH,” she gasped. “Clearly, we’re making progress,” he said, twirling his non-existent moustache, “and this deals with the T. However, it’s still no cigar….” as Groucho Marx never said, “….since we still need to address the B.”  She shook her head….” Thwapp “….UGHHH.”         

 

Æons later it seemed, she was soaked in sweat. Her fancy felt on fire, and she was sure she’d cummed on a couple of occasions. “All right,” she shouted, “it’s Bucky, Sir.” Was this the end of it? Thwapp “….UGHHH.” Apparently not. “Whilst true,” he said amiably, “I believe this not to be the whole truth….at least, according to my indecent informant….” damn The Ice Maiden. It had to be her, as she’d never told anyone else, “It’s absolutely what my parents call me, Sir,” she insisted….Thwapp “….UGHHH….” it was becoming difficult to think straight, what with the pussy pain….plus pleasure, “I can only agree,” he said, “your pet-name….yes, but your proper name….?” there was a long pause, “….no….” Oops, “….I’m afraid it’s time for the heavy artillery.” He took off his belt….CRACKK “….AYEEEEE,” she shouted, “me cunt….UGHHH….OMG me cunt….mercy Sir….Oooh….it’s Buccaneer, Sir.”

 

He smiled sweetly and set it down. “Just perfect for a Morgan girl,” he agreed, “and when you make prefect in Year XCII, you could consider using all your initials on your study door? It seems a shame to waste an opportunity for promoting the KTB….” not a bad idea, “….but we talked earlier about the Slit Stretcher, as applied to my former senior fag on Departure Day last summer….” which the present pretty prefect Mitchell Mary Murphy had also enjoyed in The Humblers whilst playing In The Pink, “….alas you were too young at the time, but now is another matter. Does it just happen to be handy?” She shivered. “Yes, Sir,” she admitted, “I gave it to Sue Sweet yesterday, for use this evening. It should be in her bedside cabinet….second drawer down.” Where the sinful stuff was always stored.

 

“As you now know,” he said soothingly as he extracted it, “it consists of a large metal ring, with eight sprung crocodile clips around the radius. It’s placed against the pussy, so your labial lips can be surgically spread and stretched….for eventual ease and simplicity of screwing.” He knelt between her legs. “HOOH!” she huffed, as he attached the first clip. The second would be on the opposite side, serving to separate them. “HOOH!” she repeated, as her pussy was painfully prised apart. “HOOH! HOOH!” she added, as he applied the next ones, “HOOH! HOOH! HOOH! “When we did Mitches in dorm,” he said, “we clipped her clit with the eighth….” despite plenty of protest, “….AYEEEEE….OMG, the pussy pain,” she shrieked, now knowing how horrible it felt.

 

“Dick Dastardly’s ready to do the despicably dirty deed,” he said, “with the villain’s violation of a vivacious virgin’s vulva….” he paused, “….are you actually still in an unhappy state of virginity? Or have you done yourself with a dorm dildo, the same as so many other sinful sluts?” She smiled. “You’ll have to break my hymen, Sir,” she said, “I hope it won’t hurt too much.” He shrugged. “No guarantee given,” he said, “which is one reason why so many Dominant dolts don’t do virgins. They don’t want to be blamed when it’s painful penetration, and perhaps a large let-down. However, we’ve had phenomenal fun foreplay first….and you’ve already cum competently.”

 

Fair comment….as he undid his cloak and folded it neatly to the floor. So her first fuck would be from a felon wearing jackboots….nice. Then he positioned his pulsing penis. “In it goes, Kelly,” he said, “finally, we’re fucking….UHHH.” She gritted her teeth, however with all the pussy pain she hardly noticed her hymen becoming history….or maybe herstory? “Oooh….” she moaned as her fancy felt a phallus for the first time “….Mmmm,” she added as he kissed her. After forever, they separated and he smiled into her eyes, “Oooh….Oooh,” she moaned as he tweaked her tits. “Whilst swishing your seat in my study,” he said, “I always wondered whether you’d be an OO girl. Your OOH on two always did sound so much like sex. Anyway, you’re fully fucked….so we’ll have some hard humping. I’ll endeavour to hold back, but if you can’t cum by the time I spurt, I’ll climax you again by hand.”

 

Damn’ indecent of him, however he was a Cunt Casanova….hence having her interests at heart. “Oooh….Oooh….” she moaned, as the room revolved again, “….spunk me….Shagger.” Then she felt a strange floating feeling as though she were on cloud nine. “UHHH….I love you so much, Kelly,” he whispered, pumping her pussy. Doubtless he’d said the same to Karen….and all his other cunt conquests? “OOOH….” she was nearly there, “….YEZZ….YEZZ….Mmmm,” she added as he kissed her again, and now some celestial cymbals sounded. “UHHH….I shall spurt any second.” he whispered, “UHHH….I’m falling….YESS….YESS….” his pumping penis pushed her over into orgasm again, “….YEZZ….YEZZ….YEZZ,” she echoed, “Doctor Dire once suggested I’d say this when screwed….” whilst caning her in class, “….hopefully one day it’ll be his tool’s turn for my twat, too.” With Dr Dwyer Barlow-Stratton’s six inches of sin.

 

After another age, he raised his raw rear and a soft shaft slipped out of her spunked slit. “Ooh….Ooh….” she moaned as each clip was removed in turn, “….OOOH,” she concluded at the clit. Then he handed her a tissue to mop up the mess, and took a second such to sort out his shaft. “Thank you for the loan of all your lovely lips,” he said, “with a wait of only twenty nine months, after we first met.” Clearly he’d calculated it….but so had she. “You’re welcome,” she replied, “I’ve wanted your willy since the September of Year LXXXVIII.” He licked his lips. “Abstinence makes the Tart grow fonder,” he replied wittily.

 

“I’m too tired to shower,” she said, looking at the wall clock, “The SS said you’d be cumming at about ten o’clock, so it seems she was right on the money….” 10.06pm, “….although you promised to show me some wedding photographs.” Rather than more etchings, as she climbed under the covers. “I’ll fetch them for you,” he replied, padding across the Flat, “obviously these are only some edited highlights. But there are also some of the more risqué ones from our two week honeymoon, when we travelled all around Great Britain.”

 

Better yet….as he returned and slipped between the sheets. She accepted them, and sure enough the first was of him kissing Missus at the outside altar. Certainly she seemed really radiant as Miss Whiplash in white. There was a shot of him following her along the aisle, whipped and horrendously humiliated by the three Bridesmaids. Then there was one of the Trap, taking his Bride to the main assembly hall….having him as human haulage. Several stills of the Reception followed, including Relay making his second-best man’s speech on the Podium. Ouch….as she saw him standing by the four-poster bed, in bondage and The Scrotum Squeezer. It was definitely discipline deserved, and an excellent way to Start-As-You-Mean-To-Go-on in marriage.

 

“This is Peter Purvis in Princes Street Gardens,” he said, “exposing an errant erection. Then there’s Arthur’s Seat….” an extinct volcano if she recalled rightly, “….also in Edinburgh….but with a second seat too….Bren’s bare bottom….” the next shot was very dark, slightly out of focus, and seemed to be someone streaking, “….she did this as a dare. It was a deviant damsel’s dash down OXFORD STREET one evening….we called it a bad exposure….” what wit, “….before I took her to one of my London clubs, On-Stage Stooge….” sure enough, the next print was of Panty Pervert Pete wanking worthlessly in an auditorium, “….there’s nothing like exhibitionism on a grand scale with an appreciative audience of fun-filled floozies.” Next it was a full frontal photo, of her nicely nude up against a harbour wall. “My Missus’ mammaries at Mevagissey,” he murmured, “one picture of a pair….so to speak…..” ha bloody ha….as she turned it over. It was of the same spot, but of her holding a hit hiney. A large boat was passing below, with several sailors signalling their approval, “….which was a fishing smack.”

 

Very good….as several similar shots followed, with either engaged in some sort of public perversion. “You and Missus were made for each other….” she said, seeing his scrotum being beaten by a belt, “….each of you an incorrigible exhibitionist.” They were both in the altogether by a small cairn of stones….although the view seemed good. “It was at the very top of Mount Snowdon,” he said, “with a timed….well, exposure. We call this the height of agony.” How long did they spend thinking up these clever captions? The very last filthy photograph was of Stonehenge. The sex-pest and public pervert stood starkers, stroking a straining shaft. Somehow it seemed to be shedding some semen.

 

 

“This says it all, Shagger….” she said, switching off the bedside light. The room was suddenly in darkness, and she snuggled up to him, “….I hope we’ll have a second screw tomorrow morning….Mmmm,” she added as he kissed her again, and the whole orchestra sounded. “Insatiable….” he muttered, although it still sounded like subaudition….and a Yes, “….welcome to adulthood, as Justin said earlier. I hope you’ve had a Happy Birthday?” Not half. “You’ve made me magnificent….” she agreed, as the tune from Atomic floated all around her head, “….being sweet sixteen is everything I’d hoped.” Slowly, she slipped towards a seriously satisfied sex slut’s sleep.

 

The End

 

senior school stick

Chapter 246 - part (3) of (4)

 

Wedding

 

“It was Autumn Arrival Afternoon for Year LXXXVIII, and Shagger had taken the train. Daisy Cheney and Ivy Leek, two retirees from the Records Rooms….do give us a wave….” they both did so, “….have kindly confirmed how he spent most of the journey from TanningtowN JunctioN Ogling Obviously Over her….” loud laughter, “….before failing to alight at StricktlandS HalT. Had he listened to the station announcements about short platforms before boarding, he might not have enjoyed an impromptu seaside trip….” a Big Word, meaning on the spur of the moment, “….to SlapphaM-on-SeA. He was very late back, enabling my firm friend and former dorm mate….James Grimm….”

 

another figure arose and bowed, “….to administer his first formal flogging. It was a dozen due by Grim Jim, witnessed by two of The Little Girls In Green….both thirteen, going on thirty at the time….” loud laughter, “….The Pirate and The Ice Maiden. Tempus Fugit….” or Time Flies, “….who’ll both be Babes In Blue for Year XC. Shagger and I will relieve Karen Eis of her virginity in the first week of February, as a traditional threesome. She felt, with every justification, how a slit of such stature should command two Cunt Casanovas craving coitus. A few weeks’ later, he’ll do the dastardly deed with Kelly Morgan, his former junior fag….” he winked once, “….I’m honestly not sure how he succeeded in keeping his hands off her all year. He admits it was often a near thing, since she’s a teasing Tart who hails from The H♀♀kers of dorm 4H. At some stage, I hope to have a hump….perhaps on Prize Day….?”

 

“So,” he said, “even though you weren’t able to attend, you still did so in spirit. Did you ever say, like my spouse, ‘Relay, Relay….wherefore art thou, Relay….?” often, she admitted, “….so you might be in luck for a fuck next summer….” her ears burned, “….although I believe Bren did too….and she has.” Rot her non-existent knickers, as Jules collected all the empty crockery. Moments later, he returned with the dessert menus, and her eyes fell on a cautionary clause….oo..er, yes SIR.

 

 

UP TO thirty minutes should be allowed If whipped cream is required with customers’ coffee after evening dinner.  Donation will be done discretely in the dungeon downstairs by mechanical means.

 

“I’ll try out the Pussy Poking Pudding and Cute Cunt Custard,” he said. “I’ll have the Deviant Damsel’s Damsons with Whippee’s Wine, please,” she said. “I’m really not sure it’s good for you,” said Shagger, “not after all the champagne, and three glasses of house white.” Live dangerously. “I’ll conclude with an Anticipation Black Coffee,” he said, “and Kelly will have a Strip Tea….” more like a strip tease? “….you can bring the beverages together with the desserts.” The waiter nodded and retired.

 

“….but returning to the principal point, Shagger met up with Standards again in The Canteen. As Bren intimated earlier, she immediately set him up for a Victim night, whereby he was able to please pussy for all the incumbents of dorm 6K. Alas, his twat tonguing technique was terrible….but we all have to start somewhere. Very soon afterwards, there was a meeting of minds and kindred spirits….always easier when fellow fags have been fustigated….” another Big Word, for flogging or flogged, “….culminating in coitus a few weeks later. Then there was the unfortunate matter of the milk. We won’t dwell upon too much with the whys and wherefores, owing to other unfortunate consequences….ones which I understand have only today been resolved….”

 

he looked around the room, and his dearest Dominetta mouthed him a kiss, “….but the upshot was three separate screws for Shagger in Sexy Sammy’s study, the third of which was Standards’ slit. It resulted in The Big One for them both, and a sudden shoot to stardom. My Mandy….” previous prefect Amanda Holdall, “….was eventually able to help him overcome his horrid habit of hesitation….” role-playing her antipodean cousin. Alas Nicola Fox couldn’t be here today, however I’ll read her telegram shortly. But by kind courtesy of the lovely Lisa McFee-Sven-Sless….” another wave, “….he become a Cunt Casanova. Really it was all an achievement, considering how he was such a basket case in sex upon arrival at The Styx….” he grinned, “….what Standards saw in him is anyone’s guess….” him included, however he wasn’t complaining, “….she must have decided he had potential….as his teachers were always telling him….” clapping from several Staff, including Fuck Me Senseless, “….and against all odds he achieved good grades at A-Level. Although obviously not a patch on Missus’ three A’s, they’ll be able to take up their places at the University of Lancashire next month....”

 

joining him and The Terror Twins, who’d be in their second year, “….along with Missus’ half-Sister Miffy Smiffy, Uncle Sam and The Green Goddess, “….Ursula Smith and Shirley Greene, “….as a ménage-à-cinq….” all four floozies gave the thumbs up from their seats at the top table, “….however I’ve rambled for quite long enough, so please raise your glasses again. May I give you the Bride and groom, Mrs and Mr Brenda Shagton….Bottoms Up.” Chinkk….he heard from all around the hall. “Ughhh,” he gasped as she hurled her champagne full in his face. “I know you’re not fond of champers, Davy,” she said with a wide smile, “so hand me yours.” Delighted….as he mopped his face with a napkin.

 

“I’m surprised you didn’t take her surname, Shagger,” she suggested. “I did offer,” he replied, “but Bren said almost anything was better than Smith….” apart possibly from Winklebotham? “….then Relay read the congratulatory telegrams. I won’t worry you with them all, but one was from The Torcher Twins….” previous prefects Genitorture and Water Torture, “….now residents of Knaxville in the USA, and attending the University of Tennessee. CONGRATULATIONS SHAGGER STOP DONT DO ANYTHING WE WOULDNT STOP LEAVES PLENTY OF SCOPE STOP FONDEST FUCKS JENNY AND WALTER. Lastly there was the Australian one. ENJOYED MY TIME AT THE STYX AND STERN HALL STOP HOPE TO SEE SADISTIC SCREWS AGAIN NEXT YEAR STOP MAKE SHAGGER SUFFER FOR HIS SINS MISSUS STOP LOVE NIKKI FUCKS.

 

After which it was the dancing. The happy couple usually do the first number together, and I’d suggested the Rumba….the one of love. However she’d insisted on la Volta….do you recall reading about it in History?” She shook her head. “You’ll meet up with it eventually at the Summer Balls,” he said, “when it’s done in more formal fashion, on the Podium. But I once read a 17^th century account, and the writer was unimpressed.

 

Either he was a prude, or more likely it was sour grapes by someone who wasn’t invited. I recall it rather well: A new galliard….a foreign dance in which they seize each other in lewd places. It is full of scandalous, beastly gestures and immodest movements. In it the dancer with a leap takes the young lady – who also comes to him with a high jump to the measures of the music – and grasps her in an unseemly place….” she giggled, and interrupted, “….it sounds a bit like what my parents used to do to me when I was tiny,” she said, “with pick-you-up and smack-you-down.” Somehow the surreptitious smack was the best part. “It’s definitely a dirty dance,” he confirmed, “although in the name of equality, the lovely Ladies are now allowed to do the same. The Birching Block had been sited in the centre of the dance floor, enabling any aspiring Ampères….” what wit, “….to take a twirl with the testicles.

 

The flyer stands on the top step, with the gonads grasped in one hand, and the second around his neck. Then he falls forward, and is launched into the air….” he grinned, “….absolutely unforgettable. She performed it five times, to the….well, catchy tune of One Way Or Another….” I’m Gonna Getcha Good….the old Shania Twain single, “….but I DID also enjoy doing it to her, albeit in the traditional manner. Since lovely Ladies are lighter, I was able to hold her high and do several spins. As you might imagine, it’s all an incredible turn-on to twat and tool….” she could feel her chest heaving, “….anyway, we stayed for another an hour, chatting to all the guests. I talked with the two titled Tarts on Sir Digby Vaillance’s table.”

 

“There WERE several No Shows, Shagger,” said Lady Alicia Ariadne Anouska Helen Harborne, “so here we are.” He smiled. “It’s my pleasure, Licia,” he replied, “I hope he’s been a good host.” Since Lady Liskeard somehow seemed to be holding his hand, the answer must be an affirmative. “We’ve been sharing stories about our respective stays at Cell House Holidays,” said AAAHH, “and how I was a gaolbird in the Pennance Reformatory. Mum wants to be one next year, as this time round she was only a Visitor.” More business for his dratted Aunt Marge? “….as you suggested, Sue Sweet will arrange for your firm friend Phoney Tony to be our fearsome fagmaster.” The Honourable Anthony Giles Harwood Fontesque-Smythe.

 

“Finally it was time to go, and amid rapturous applause we headed towards the double doors, followed by family and friends. We took the side exit, by the main notice-board, to where DV 1 was waiting. Alf The Elf emerged and held open the rear door. It was the half hour road journey to MUCH BINDING IN THE MARSH, and Bindery House….” he paused, “….you may recall their style of Gothic lettering, since it appears on the station name boards….?” she nodded, “….for the first night of our honeymoon….” he grimaced, “….the chauffeur parked next to S1 RDV, which is the courtesy car supplied to the retired Records Rooms Registrars.

 

Clearly, they’d left immediately after the speeches. He took out our suitcases from the trunk, before departing. He’d been dismissed for the duration, so I presumed he’d be away to another night of debauchery in another Noe Telle hotelle….The Tanningtowne Toweren. I carried the cases inside, as a beast of burden, where we were met by the lovely Ladies. In the interim, they’d both changed into the Miss Whiplash wear….but black.” Then the desserts and beverages arrived. They started to eat, and there was a short silence before he began again.

 

“Huhh….huhh,” he huffed, following them all upstairs….chalk yet another for Have A Thrash, who’d always claimed he was out of condition. “I suppose Shagger’s Staring At Seats?” asked Daisy Chain. “I certainly hope so,” mused his Missus, “since if he doesn’t do so on his Wedding Day, there’s not much future for my marriage.” They reached the first floor, and continued along the corridor to a room he’d not entered before. It was all rather reminiscent of dorm doors….capitalized in castellar, with each letter O replaced by a symbol of sex.”

 

Bridal Suite

The Cuck♂lds C♂rner

 

With foreboding for the future, he set down the suitcases by the door. “As you can see, Missus,” said The Ivy League, “it’s a well-appointed four-poster bed. Did you want to freshen up first?” She shook her head. “No,” she replied, “since I shall screw some of your sex slaves for starters, as we discussed earlier. Hubby will have huge helpings of humbling, whilst watching willies at work. Can you bind him upright to the end of the bed? He can have an Appreciation Hell Hour, spread-eagled….together with Wodin’s wedding present.” She put a large lid onto the bed for him to read, whilst they busied themselves with bondage. The writing was all in the Old English style.

 

The Scrotum Squeezer™

One of ten punishment methods for Genital Mechanical Torments (as used in Ten:PM:GMT) Guaranteed to give gathered gonads grief (best used with Naccatape) this servomotor controlled mechanical hand squeezes your stud or slave until he squeals soprano, the same as a sinful slut. Six settings for strength and speed ensure accuracy of applied agonies (or set timer to increase automatically) Available accompanying audio: Gestapo Guy/Girl, Sadistic Screw, Crone, Amazon, Knackerobot.

Includes tripod, adjustable arm, leads, control panel and full instructions.

Stern Hall Enterprises Ltd, Stern Hall, near Surbiton. Phone 0800 569469

 

Which was his own stupid fault for marrying a Balls Babe who’d hailed from dorm 6K. “Ivy will fetch the first phallus,” said Daisy Cheney, as his wrists were shackled and ankles ironed. “Ohh….OHH,” he whispered as a cold steel hand appeared between his legs, and was moved into place. Was this really the Knackerobot of his nightmares? “We’ll start at speed and strength one,” she said, “your testicles taking ten minutes of torment, before it shifts to the second setting.” So Things Can Always Get Worse, in accordance with the unwritten school rule. “Ohh,” he repeated as his fanny was fondled.

 

“A neat little bottom,” she mused, so yet another dollar, “it’s a tough brief being a cuckold here, since you’re also whipping boy….” Oh, dear….however he could hardly complain, having pulled the same stunt himself several times in reverse circumstances, “….though your lovely Lady’s been lenient, and allowed light lashes for each of the screwed slaves.” Thanks a bunch. “Daisy and Ivy will dish the discipline, hubby,” said Brenda Shagton, “perhaps not quite as you’d imagined your wedding night, but in absolutely in accordance with my many marital meanderings. We’ll consummate our marriage afterwards….but you can start with six strokes for your own subsequent screw.”

 

“It was all acutely awful,” he said, “albeit incredibly erotic. My shoulders were strafed soundly, as I listened to The Gestapo Guy putting the particularly pithy perspective on the process. I’d made the mistake of once mentioning it to The Professor, who’d clearly incorporated it into the recorded script. Then Freda was brought in. He wore nothing but a pink leather studded slave collar and matching high-heels, with the name embossed on his chest. He lay down and my Missus mounted his manhood in the Superior style. I was shivering and sweating in sheer sexual stress by the time the sixth slave was screwed….Sir Digby Vaillance, or rather Dilly.”

 

FLASHH “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH…. me balls,” he gasped as The Scrotum Squeezer increased speed and strength again….Sizzzcrackkkk “….AHHH,” he added. “I’ve got your gonads this time,” said The Knackerobot, in its thin metallic sing-song sounding sort of speech, “they’re mine, and you can do nothing to save your sac.” Sizzzcrackkkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkkk “….AHHH,” he gasped. “UHHH….I’m cumming, Digger,” she moaned, “YESS….YESS.” The noble knight wasn’t far off either. “UHHH….the first of many, Missus,” he moaned, “you’ll like Lancashire….UHHH….I’m spunking….YESS….YESS.” Slowly, she lifted herself off his softening shaft.

 

“I’m sure I shall,” she agreed, “although as a sixdy-sixdy switch I’ll expect to be swished soundly by a strict and Superior Sir.” Sir Digby Vaillance stood, even as the machine finally fell silent. “She’s all yours, Shagger,” he said, patting his posterior patronizingly, “Go and flog those two floozies,” said Daisy Cheney, “since they should still be skulking somewhere in the Scullery. Your suggestion for subbie sluts to attend, the same as at the Pennance Reformatory, is working well. I doubt either of them will have done a day’s work in their lives….” he had a sudden suspicion about their identities? “….so some demeaning Domestic Duties with derrière discipline will do them the world of good.”

 

Then the noble knight strutted out of the room, slightly unsteadily. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned as his shackles were released, “are we talking about two titled Tarts, Mesdames?” There were slight smiles. “Lady Liskeard and Lady Licia,” confirmed Ivy Leek, “but they’ll only be here briefly, since Digger’s entertaining them at The Styx overnight….” exactly as he’d expected, with what amounted to a Bi-some threesome, “….but they’ve both booked for a Working Week in September….as scullery maids.” Surely he should have commission on all these sales? “Ohh....ohh,” he moaned as they both stroked his stripes, and likewise left. 

 

“Now it’s Davy’s distended dick….” said his Missus, “….I’m more than ready for action….” hardly surprising,”….and expect it is too….?” he pointed his punished penis pathetically, “….when I’ve removed your Wedlock.” Which WOULD help the show along. “Ohh,” he moaned as she unlocked it, and his shaft swelled. In seconds, it was its seven inch self. “This is simply a formality fuck,” she continued, “and we’ll screw more slowly tomorrow morning when we’re rested.” So Genuine Jam Tomorrow. “Ahhh….” he gasped as he lay down, and was reminded of his raw rear and seriously sore shoulders. Then she took his tool. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as it slithered inside her slit. “I hope all the slaves….UHHH….appreciated your Conscious Cunt Contraction Control….UHHH,” he opined, “Mmmm….Mmmm,” he added as she kissed him.

 

“I didn’t kiss anyone else,” she said, after they’d separated. “Not even the noble knight….UHHH?” he asked. “Maybe just a little….UHHH,” she replied, with a wide wink, “OMG….I’m going again….UHHH….thanks for holding back….UHHH….as always….YESS….I love you, Davy.” Finally, he fell over the edge into an intense orgasm, after an hour of AHH. “YESS….YESS….I love you too, Bren.” She shed her Miss Whiplash wear, folding it neatly to the floor, and he added his shoes, collar and Naccatape. Then they slipped between the sheets, and into each other’s arms. “G’night, stallion,” she whispered. “G’night, slut,” he responded, as slowly they slept.  

 

“All luvvy-duvvy, Shagger,” she said. “Which is as it should be, Kelly,” he replied as she finally finished her Whippee’s Wine, with the room revolving gently. Then Jules appeared brandishing bills, and passed them to Shagger. “Very reasonable….” he said inspecting the first. Then he reached into his wallet and handed over six NP6 notes, “….keep the change.” Then he scanned the second, before passing it to her….oops.

 

The Stern Master – Bills for Bad Bitches

Customers are cordially reminded these are always applied with the punishment cane onto the bare bottom in public - unless settled by coffee service. All bills must be paid in full prior to leaving the establishment.

Bad Bitch’s name:                                                   Kelly                                     

leching longingly at sir    Shagger                                     √√

failure to seat sir    Shagger                                 √

staring at seats Jules                                                                        √√√                                 

staring at seats James                                                           √                                          ogling over apron attire Jules                                          √√√                 

ogling over apron attire James                                         √                     

disrespectful references  sexist statement                             √

Other charges:                                          

 

“So, Kelly,” he said, mopping his mouth, “as you saw from the notice, you pay the price in pain.” She shivered at the prospect of public posterior punishment, with Jules once again wielding the weapon. “Having heard what happened to Henry the other week,” she said, “might I have half here and the rest downstairs? I really do want the whip.” The waiter nodded neatly, “It’s not normally allowed for minors,” he said, “but with Sir’s status, we can bend the rules slightly. Alas it’s definitely adults only for Coffee service….” the same sodding age barrier again, “….you should start by stripping starkers, and Sir will keep your clothes. I’ll just fetch him a carrier bag.”

 

Slowly she stood, relishing all the eyes upon her. “One day, I’ll look forward to a flogging in front of the school,” she mused, shedding her clothes, handing each item to Shagger, who folded them neatly. Impeccable tidiness had been caned into him, like everyone else. Then the waiter returned with a bag bearing both names, having The Stern Master on its second side. Now nicely nude, she held hands behind head in sinful schoolgirl style. “Yess,” she heard from several sources as both beautiful boobs were pushed into prominence. “One more whack for naughty nipples….Ahhh,” gasped Shagger, writing it onto the bill, “which you also can have here….Ahhh.” Clearly the KTB was working well. “Bend over, guilty girl,” said the waiter, and she complied, “a pert and punishable posterior….” so she hoped, whilst enjoying the erotic exhibitionism immensely, “….staccato style in threes.”

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk

“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” she yelped. Such strokes always stung much more, since they landed on the same spot. “Shagger has a neat little bottom, too,” he mused, “everyone enjoyed seeing his seat before Jane took it away….” no doubt this was another dollar due? “….and when she returned, Relay received the rattan….and a raw rear.”

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk

“Yaroooh..OOOH..HOOH….SIX, thank you, SIR,” she gasped. “Surely Sir couldn’t have been in a fit state to screw Karen after supplying Coffee Service?” he enquired. “No,” he agreed amiably, “I was out for the cunt….as one of our newer teachers so aptly claims….” which must surely be Ava Frasch, since the phrase was used in Naccarim? “….but it enabled her to be Relayed first and Shaggered second….” which was what she’d wanted, “….still sampling some semen, although I didn’t do her until the following morning.” As indeed they’d discussed. “Last one,” said Jules, “good and hard.”

SWISHHTHWACKKK

“YEZZ….SEVEN, thank you so much, SIR,” she gasped, “I needed them all, Sir.” There was a loud round of applause. “Thank you….Thomas,” said Shagger, “I was sorry we didn’t meet up at Summer School last year.” The other grinned. “Me too, Sir,” he replied, “I played prefect for week 4, and managed to make your Mother….” Oops, “….she said you’d be playing In The Pink for week 5.” Shagger smiled slightly. “Such a shame,” he agreed, “still, I’ll look forward to your further floggings….for Year XC….” he paused, “….anyway, we should be going. Is dad on duty….” there was a neat nod, “….I’ll escort Kelly to the Kitchen myself, since it seems table 7 wants their bills.”

 

 

She glanced up to see a second Sir with his hand raised, and a lovely Lady licking her lips. Clearly she was wanting the whacks….Smack “….off we go, Kelly.” She wiggled her waist. “HARDER, Sir,” she implored….SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” she gasped at Sexist Smacks. He stood similarly and picked up the carrier bag. Then she followed him across the floor, past the bar area to a swing door.

Kitchen – Staff only

They continued inside, and a figure approached from behind some cooking hobs. Oops….as he was wearing only a pretty pink frilly unisex apron and matching high heels. “Hello, dad,” said Shagger, “Kelly wanted to offer her condiments to the chef.” The older man grinned. “So she’s your former junior fag,” he said, with an avuncular eye, “full marks for managing to keep properly professional as a prefect.” She offered him her hand, and he shook it warmly. “Dad visits school fairly frequently for fucking floozies,” he said sniffily, “if you’d like a tumble at any time, just let Susie know and she’ll arrange it.” She nodded, since she could certainly go for him. “Yes please,” she whispered, “I’ll definitely do you….and the food was all delicious.”

 

 

There was a wide smile. “How did you get on with The Ice Maiden, Davy?” he asked. “All duly done and dusted, dad,” he replied, “screwed on schedule….” what wit, “….however this evening it’s Kelly’s turn to take my tool. At sweet sixteen she can’t supply Coffee Service, but still wants the whip.” George Shagton winked once. “As do we all,” he said, “but you must excuse me, since I’ve two tables’ mains on the go.” He turned, and she peeked at a punished posterior. It was another neat little bottom, clearly Shagger’s genetic inheritance. “I told you he works best with the threat of the big stick,” he said mildly as they left the room. They continued further, and he gestured towards a notice in the shadows at the top of a black metal spiral staircase. It seemed so similar to the Podium.

 

Coffee Service Suite

hic omnes spes ingredientibus

Your Milkman this evening is Sunny Jim

 

“Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here,” he murmured, starting his descent. She followed him into the heat and gloom, feeling like going down into Dante’s Inferno. She reached the foot of the stairs, and glanced around. Solid stone walls adorned all sides, laced liberally with all manner of shackles and irons. A really rough cord-covered whipping post had pride of place in its centre, and it was currently occupied by a guilty girl guest. In the far corner of the dungeon, another so-called respectable Lady was lying pegged out on the floor. An electromechanical fucking machine was clearly work in progress. “Uhhh….uhhh,” she moaned repeatedly. “You’ll get a go on one of these during your year as pretty prefect, Kelly,” he said, “Hello again, Sir,” said Sunny Jim. “The Milkman’s wearing the Whipmaster wherewithal,” said Shagger, “which you’ll have seen in my study.”

 

It was a black leather uniform, complete with a black peeked hat and black hobnail boots. His black buttoned leather tunic was wide open, and he wore a black tie with no shirt. But the pièce de résistance was the pair of long black leather trousers which came complete with a cut-out for the crotch. A similar one revealed his rear. “Here’s her bill,” he said, handing it over, “she had half upstairs, but fancied a flogging for the first time. Alas she’s too young for the Coffee Machine. I’ll just show her it in action whilst you finish your floggee….” he held her hand, and guided her across the room. Behind her, she could hear the sounds of a suffering slut….Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH.”

 

In front there was a flogged floozy, since she could just see some stripes on shoulders and seat. “UHHH….UHHH….” she moaned as the pussy was penetrated, doggy style, “….UHHH….NO….NO….mercy….I beg you….SIR….UHHH.” He shrugged. “No mercy it shall be….” he said with the usual wilful misunderstanding, which achieved a single sob of despair, “….the Thrings Thing doing the deed is called The Cream Collector.” For fairly obvious reasons. “Somehow I can see myself in her place,” she said softly. “Selina’s such a slut, Sir….” said Sunny Jim, suddenly standing beside her, and she softly stroked his seat, “….since she has four fellas upstairs….who all wanted coffee. Alas their willies will have to wait a while, since she won’t be up to much before morning….” or wank worthlessly, “….could you kindly escort Frisky to the Customer Collection Pick-up Point, whilst I apply agonies for Kelly?” Shagger slung her over his shoulder, since she was certainly wasn’t very….well frisky.

 

 

Oo..er, yes SIR….as she was guided to the whipping post, and shackled to it. “It’s all right to hump,” he said, “if you happen to have a rope fetish….” which she definitely did, as she gritted her teeth, “….six lovely lashes for a lovely Lass….” very witty, “….with one more for Staring At Seats….” Oops, “….and a second for the surreptitious stroke….” rumbled, “….there’s no need to count the cuts, although contrition at the close is welcome.”

 

Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH,” she gasped as three lashes strafed her shoulders. “OOOH….OOOH,” she moaned, humping hard. She’d always wondered why whipping posts had ropes around them, and this must be the reason? Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH,” she repeated. “OOOH….OOOH,” she moaned, in a haze of pain and pleasure. “Two more,” he said…. Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH….thank you so much SIR….OOOH….I know I needed them.”

 

Then Shagger reappeared. “I almost forgot,” he said, “hand me the whip, Jim. As my former fag, she’s due four more, with what we’ll wittily call a Welcome Back Whipping, so I’ll stitch her sore seat.” Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH,” Sizzzcrackkk “….AHHH….OMG….I’m cumming....YESS….YESS….YESS.” Was this whipping a punishment, or pleasure? Then they released her shackles, and she sagged to the floor. “I’ll need to go over your shoulder too, Sir,” she said. “Thanks, Jim,” he said as she was upended, “until next time.” They continued down a long dark passageway. All at once, they reached an open archway, complete with iron bars.

 

Then it was out into a car park, with bright arc lights. They passed the so-called Customer Collection Pick-up Point, with Frisky’s limp form hanging helplessly. “AHHH,” she gasped as he set her down onto the passenger seat of PEN 1S. Then he too stripped starkers, folding his clothes into an overnight bag. “I thought I’d Drive Dubiously Dressed,” he said as they headed out onto the A1690. “I’m sorry to be such a spoilsport, Shagger,” she said as waves of tiredness rolled over her, “but it must be all the wine….or champers.” He squeezed her leg. “Just sleep,” he said, “I’ll wake you up when we get back to The Styx.” Gratefully, she closed her eyes.

 

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Chapter 246 - part (2) of (4)

 Wedding

Dorm 6W

The Six Wankers

 

He strutted inside. “I just called in to say cheerio, chaps,” he said, “it’s been fun, and I hope we’ll meet up again next year….” his voice trailed off as he saw seven studs, not six….with two bags on bed A. He didn’t recognise the seventh specimen, of around his own age, and who’d presumably just arrived? He was talking animatedly to Andrew Rand by bed B, which had been his in Year LXXXVIII. “You too, Shagger,” said Randy Andy, a sentiment shared by five others, “although it occurs to me you won’t know my firm friend….?” he shook his head, never having set eyes on him before, “….meet Jack Stonewall, from when I was one of The Wanker Boys in Year LXXXVII.” Good grief….another blast from the past.  

 

“Stonewall Jackson,” she said, “he was captain of dorm 5W, if I recall rightly….and a pretty dishy dude.” He nodded. “Correct as regards captain,” he confirmed, “although I can’t comment about his charisma or character….or crotch.”

 

They both shook hands. “It’s an honour,” he said, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” The other grinned. “You too….Shagger,” he replied, “it can’t have been especially easy, stepping into my shoes.” Which was putting it mildly. “I was rank outsider from day 1,” he confirmed, “and when you add my other difficulties, like having a horrid habit of hesitation, in addition to being a basket case with sex, it was an uphill struggle for the first few months.” His dearest dorm mates had hardly helped, either.

 

“Yet I understand you became a Cunt Casanova,” he said, “as indeed had I….” really? “….when one of The Boys In Blue….” pretty good going, “….but so much has happened in only two years. I gather Grizzle Guts has hooked up with Rick The Prick….?” there were two neat nods, “….I always suspected some sort of spark between them….” exactly as he’d said earlier, “….Andy here is hopeful to have Randy Mandy’s beautiful brace of bristols….at Bristol….” very droll, “….and also one of the best bums in the business….” quite so, “….and for your sins, you’ve achieved some Standards, Shagger….” Brenda Smith’ previous nickname, “….I’m told it’s your wedding this afternoon, so my very best swishes to you and your Missus….as I believe she’s already known.”

 

Very reasonable. “I suppose you’re here for week 6, Jack?” he asked. “Yes,” he replied, “and similarly 7, since taken together, they’ll enable me to seriously sample my proper period In The Pink….which I managed to miss. It’ll be good to share some time together with Richard….and anyone else from the old days.” Which again was what Summer School was all about. “Wanker Boy Will should still be next door,” he said, “since we both opted for dorm 6X this time. It turns out we’re both incorrigible exhibitionists. As Andy may have mentioned, he became Iron Will….” another neat nod, “….although it didn’t deal with his problems of a wildly wavering willy and knobbly knees knocking….” in abortive attempts to impress pussy with his prowess, “….which were finally resolved last term with a Mental Makeover.” The other licked his lips.

 

“For which he apparently has you to thank,” he said, “and likewise Grizzle Guts, who I gather now goes under her first name….something I’d not known. But she’s my frightful fagmistress this week, which won’t be fun….maybe it might? Apparently you had Sexy Sammy for Year LXXXVIII in similar circumstances.” Indeed he did. “I suspect skulduggery somewhere, Jack,” he said, “since fags should still be same sex until Year XC….” he paused, “….we can exchange stories over lunch, if you like? I’m hoping for a brief bite to eat at about one o’clock.” The other nodded. “A sound plan,” he agreed. “Until later, Shagger,” said Randy Andy, “since I’ve a couple of calls to make.” Probably, he’d be screwing some sluts somewhere?

 

“Then I returned to the main assembly hall,” he continued, “to where my philandering father had already made a suitable start on stacking the chairs. Bren’s Uncle Jack was loading them into Stric….” the school minibus, “….with its seats removed. They were being transported, a dozen at a time, to the grounds of the Parish Church. He reckoned on requiring at least a gross, simply to be on the safe side. We’d taken off our high heels, since they weren’t helpful for such heavy work, but left our clip-on bowties. I’d wondered whether my Mother and future Mother-in-law might assist, however dad told me they considered it all to be mere men’s work….as always. According to him, Mum was sampling a series of studs….I’d suspected one of whom might even be Randy Andy?

 

Although it turned out to have been three teachers. The first was Doctor Ian Livingston Hume, he of fine physique and piercing blue eyes….Over whom I noted her Ogling Obviously during History earlier in the week. The second was Stinks….you recall me saying how his study door was almost always open for lovely Ladies who like the look of latex lingerie….?” she nodded, “….so she took the tube with Harold Sphinx….” as London Transport were always asking, “….not to mention his tool. The final felon was Dr George Jekyll….” a handsome young teacher, who’d always given the guys and gals a good hiding….so to speak, “….otherwise Mr Hide. She’s such a slut, but obviously it runs in the family. Anyway, we were doing well, and Big Ben was striking twelve, when I was just carrying another four interminable chairs towards the door.”

 

SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped at a sudden Sexist Smack. “Put your back into it, bad boy,” said a floozy from behind him, “maybe Miss Whiplash ought to give you another good going over in The Box Room?” He set them down, and turned around to see his dearest Domme, dressed in basic black. “Good morning, Ma’am,” he muttered, his penis pulsing at the pretty prefect. “I’m glad you’re still pleased to see me, David,” she replied wryly, “do you have the time?” He glanced up at the wall clock. “It’s noon, Ma’am,” he replied….SLAPP “…Oww,” he added. “I mean, do you have the inclination?” she asked, “damn your distended dick, David….do I have to spell it out?” She stroked her skirt where she shouldn’t, so there was no mistaking her indecent inclinations.

 

“Go ahead, Davy,” said his dad, “we’ve broken its back. Then there’s setting the tables and chairs around the perimeter, for all the invited guests. But the caterers should arrive shortly, and they can lend a hand. So by all means take yourself off with a well-earned….well, screw.” As ever, the benefits of a completely open-marriage were perfectly plain. There would never be any cheating, since everything was above board. “I’m meeting a couple of characters in The Canteen at one o’clock, Domme,” he said, “so shall we be away….?” she nodded, “….I’ll just put on my high heels.” He padded across the hall, and put them on. She took his hand in hers, and together they headed through the double doors.

 

Several minutes of long, dark cold corridors later, they reached the Prefects’ Study wing, and started up the empty stone steps. “Do you know your study details, Domme?” he asked, as they reached the Level 2 landing. “Whistle it to me,” she replied, wittily, “but it’s Level 3, study fifdeen….as I’ve been told they’ve been dozenalized.” He tried it in his head….seventeen, in old money. Then the penny dropped. “Bren’s?” he asked, as they continued upwards.

 

“Precisely….” she replied as they arrived at the Level 3 landing, and started into the gloomy corridor he knew so well, “….I had to do a quid pro quo deal….” a Reciprocal Exchange, “….especially when one also includes having Richard and Jack as fags….” uh..huh, “….a trip down to The Dell, for a whipping in the woods….on Miss Whiplash Wednesday next week. However, it’ll all be worth it, enabling me to revisit what went wrong with my schooldays, and rewrite them as I’d wish….starting shortly.” Which once again was what Summer School was all about….as they reached their destination. It already bore a new name for week 6.”

 

Then their main meals arrived, and Jules set them down….serving Sir first. “I’m sorry for the wait,” he said, “but well done meat does take longer. Did you need any sauces?” Shagger shook his head, and so did she….despite not having been asked for the facility. “Do start,” he urged as the waiter strutted away, “I’ll continue the story in a second after I’ve sampled the steak….” he cut it and took a bite, “….excellent.”

 

Dominetta G Gutteridge

Vedi veci veni 

 

“I Saw, I Conquered, I Came,” she said, “knowing you to have been a German garçon….” very droll….as he pushed it open, and stood aside. Then he followed, and saw at once the previous incumbent was still present. “Wotcha, Davy,” said a shackled Brenda Smith from the bed. She was face down, legs spread, and an adorable arse in the air across a pillow. “Domme’s dished the discipline,” she continued, “in accordance with Once-A-Fag, Always-A-Fag….” although there were seven stripes on her seat? “….a Welcome Back Whacking, with another three for naughty nipples. She’s also been demonstrating Dick Dastardly….” Oo..er, yes MA’AM, “….you’ll have to buy one for me….for when Wifey’s been wicked. In retrospect I agree punishment penises have their place. “Should I see you before the service?” he asked. “Just my wedding dress, Davy,” she replied, “which is still in the box, so don’t fret….” she giggled girlishly, “….although I suppose starkers and screwable is suspect. However, my virtue’s safe….even if yours isn’t.”

 

Clearly she wasn’t fussed about the forthcoming fuck….essentially cuckolded on her wedding day. “You’ll be taking a tumble on Sexy Sammy’s Riding Bench For Expert Equestriennes,” said Domme, “basically it’s back to where it all started in the autumn term of Year LXXXVIII. You first fucked Pretty Patty, then me and finally Standards….the latter leading to both your Big Ones, and your streaks to stardom. Though this time, I won’t look for Sil to photograph the fuck….” although he’d been asked to act as Wedding photographer, “….would you mind clicking the camera, Brenda?” There was a wry smile. “Most certainly, Ma’am….ohh….ohh,” she added as her shackles were released.

 

Slowly, she sat up and rubbed her wrists. Then she put on her black high-heeled shoes, thus restoring her prefect’s privileges, and picked up the camera. Presumably, her previously punished posterior was already recorded on film? “Lie face down on the Riding Bench, David,” said Domme, “think yourself lucky, since your Sex Thrashing would have been two dozen due from Grizzle Guts….” Ouch, “….albeit with an extra three for caneable Questions….” she collected her cane from the bedside cabinet, and flexed it firmly between her fingers, “….staccato style, in threes.”

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    

FLASHH “….YIPPEE..YI..YO….THREE, thank you MA’AM,” he gasped. “We discovered recently it was Davy’s Mum who made it, Domme,” said his Missus, “as her General Studies project during Year LXVII, since this was her study, too.”

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK     

FLASHH “….YIPPEE..YI..YO….SIX, thank you MA’AM,” he gasped. “I used her legacy extensively during my time of tenure, and also this Summer School,” she continued, “but she borrowed it on Sunday to do Davy’s dad. The previous time it had counted as Obliging Olivia, but this week she was playing In The Pink.”

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    

“YIPPEE..YI..YO….NINE, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped. “They were duly discovered In Flagrante Delicto….” Caught In The Act, “….by Thrasher Thring.” Apparently as arranged.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    

“YIPPEE..YI..YO….TWELVE, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped. “Then they were given the Big One and Biggest One the following morning in assembly,” she continued, “he’d expressed a deep desire to decisively discipline her derrière in front of the school.” So this was yet another fantasy fulfilled. “To conclude, it’s cuts for those Questions, David,” she said sternly as his shaft strained. Dammit….why DID he always fall for floozies who treated him really badly?

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    

FLASHH “….YIPPEE..YI..YO….THIRDEEN, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, at what was once a frightful fifteen, “thank you for my thorough thirdeen thrashing. It was excellently applied, and an aching arse is always appreciated….ohh....ohh….ohh….ohh,” he added as they both fondled his fanny. “Turn over, David….” said Domme, locking the hinged riding rail into position for a halfway handhold, “….since now it’s time for you to take the testicle torment.” His Missus raised the padded headrest in best torturer tradition. It enabled suspects to see the source of their suffering.

 

Then it was arms down for wrist shackles, and ankles ironed up against two corner ratchets. “Uhhh,” he moaned as she stroked the sensitive centre spot, encouraging the scrotum to separate. Next the coiled cord was pulled parallel inside the left leg, tied tightly to a testicle and repeated with the right….CLICKK CLICKK “….AHHH….MA’AM,” he moaned, as she turned one ratchet….CLICKK CLICKK “….AHHH….AHHH….MA’AM,” he gasped again at the other, with his twitching tool tugged upwards under the impetus of the twine. Now he was veering towards the right….CLICKK CLICKK “….AYEEEEE….me balls, MA’AM,” he gasped, as the tension in his left testicle was increased, so his straining shaft was shifted square.

 

“We’re ready to roll,” she said, shedding her skirt. She passed it to his Missus, who folded it neatly to the floor. Then she ascended the Bench, and stood in the pair of adjustable side stirrups with her slit slightly separated from his straining shaft. “Here I cum, David,” she said wittily….FLASHH “….ready or not….UHHH.” Slowly, she slithered down his straining shaft. Gravely, his Misses handed her a riding crop….THWAPP “….Ahhh….” THWAPP “….Ahhh,” he gasped as she struck his cheeks. If nothing else, it would keep him from cumming….at least until she reached a climax of her own….FLASHH “….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned, humping herself hard, “….I love Richard dearly….UHHH….but I DO like doing your dastardly dick….” so to speak….FLASHH “….UHHH….I’m a gone girl….yes….YESS.”

 

She stopped for several seconds, and then she was at him again. “UHHH….MA’AM,” he moaned, “….I can’t hold back much more….UHHH….I’m spurting….YESS….YESS….” his world wavered, “….YESS….YESS….” she echoed in orgasm as he cummed the cunt called Dominetta Gutteridge. “Ohh….me balls,” he moaned after another age, as they were released….followed by all his shackles. “I ought to be away, Mesdemoiselles,” he said, standing shakily, “and hope we’ll all be at the Church on time?” His fiancée shrugged. “Were you planning on showering at some stage, Davy?” she enquired, “since you’re a sweaty shambles. At least the crew cut means your hair’s not too bad, but even so, you’re a disgrace to the….well, uniform.” They both gestured towards the shower room.   

 

“So I showered quickly,” he said, “and dried myself down, whilst listening to all manner of floozy frippery for fellas’ failings. Domme hugged me hard as I returned to the main study, as did my Missus. ‘We’ll certainly screw at some stage this evening, Davy,’ she assured me, ‘eventually, anyway.’ I was mildly concerned at what she might have in mind, but there was no mileage in worrying. “Yes, MA’AM,’ I muttered, and strutted out of the study. Then it was down to The Canteen for my light lunch….the condemned criminal’s final meal. Being changeover day, it was almost empty. I met up with Randy Andy and Stonewall Jackson as arranged, and enjoyed hearing several stories about the Good Old Days. Then Sir Digby Vaillance appeared, in the Naked Waiter wear….since he too would be attending the wedding. He was fondling two fetching floozies in familiar fashion, and we all arose.”

 

“Do sit down, Shagger,” he said, “I believe you know these lovely Ladies?” He did indeed. “Yes, Digger,” he replied, “Lady Alicia Ariadne Anouska Helen Harborne, and Countess Lady Lisk….ahhh….ahhh….ard….” the really rough raised ridges always were worse with a hurting hiney, “….this is Andrew Rand and Jack Stonewall….” they all shook hands, “….we’re somewhat short of seats, so can’t invite you to join us.” They both appeared pained. “It’s all right, Shagger,” said Lady Licia, “Digger’s invited us to have some lunch with him….although we’ll still stay standing….” uh..huh, “….you can tell them what happened.”

 

The noble knight smiled widely. “It’s a case of history repeating itself,” he said, “since I accosted these lovely Ladies wandering around the school, clearly lost. I enquired of them, and it seems their car radiator required some water….” as had happened to the noble knight, “….so I escorted them up to The Headmaster’s study….” Oops, “….whereupon in similar circumstances to my good self many years ago, they were both thrashed thoroughly by Thrasher Thring. However, as serial subbie sluts, they were both delighted to be beaten by the beak.” Ohh.

 

“Did he charge for the water this time?” he enquired. “No,” he confirmed, “however he invited them to attend Stern Hall tomorrow evening. He said he’d be happy to show them his electromechanical fucking machine….” which made a change from etchings, “….and afterwards, they’d be welcome to spend the night in the cells. As an optional extra, they could be given a good going over on Monday morning by his son Thor, role-playing the Sadistic Screw.” Which would work well. “I wasn’t expecting your Mother today,” he said, “but obviously you’re both more than welcome to attend the service. There’ll probably be some spare space at the Reception, what with the inevitable No Shows. I’m sure Digger will help you with directions to the main assembly hall, otherwise you’ll never find it.” They both smiled.

 

“Thanks, Shagger,” said the Countess, “we’ll take you up on it. He’s suggested we take a tour of the school….” she giggled, “….hopefully ending up at his study….?” for what-ho? “….I’m sorry Summer School’s only open to sometime scholars….” as he’d explained at the Pennance Reformatory, “….but we’ve both signed up with Sue Sweet for Shagger’s Schoolday Sojourns next year….” Lady Licia licked her lips, “….we’ll have something to eat, Mum,” she said, “and then sort out the radiator.”

 

They all strutted away. “Licia’s a rich bitch,” he said softly, “and an heiress….the daughter of belted earl. I met her in a No Tell hotel in London last month. They ARE both serial subbie sluts, as Digger said. Alas the Earl of Liskeard is vitriolic vanilla, in addition to being a Dominant dolt.” Who could actually do with being Reformed. “I like your style, Shagger,” said Jack Stonewall, “presumably you screwed her?” He nodded. “Yes,” he replied, “and wouldn’t mind making her Mother.” There were two wide winks. “Nor me….” he replied, “….and me,” added Randy Andy, absently, “if the noble knight needs assistance, I’m happy to help….as an Awesome Foursome.”

 

“Which more or less wraps up Summer School,” he said, “I dressed for the Wedding….a matter of moments, since it was only the application of naccatape on my nuts. Then I collected my suitcase from dad’s car, and put my pink bag inside. Sir Digby’s Roller had already arrived, so I transferred them into the trunk of DV 1….the one which he keeps at his home at Burnham Down.” She thought about this. “How many does he own, Shagger?” she asked.

 

“It’s a fleet of five,” he replied, “with others located in London and Lancaster. I don’t know about the other two….” not so much well orf, but filthy rich, “….I would have hoofed it to the Parish Church, since you’ll recall there isn’t actually any vehicular access….” she HAD noticed, “….I don’t think it mattered too much in the olden days, what with horse-drawn carts….” he grimaced slightly, so presumably there’d be a point presently to the historical meanderings? “….but Alf The Elf was happy to help with a lift. The chauffeur dropped me off, and I confirmed he should collect the Bride from the main entrance hall at about a quarter to three.  Then I was able to help dad with setting out all the chairs on the grass. Obviously at some stage they’d need to be transported back to the main assembly hall, but it really wasn’t my problem. Relay turned up at two o’clock, and lent us a hand. As he was also in the Naked Waiter wear, the all-important rings were on a thin chain around his neck. Then Amen Carmen and BSc….” his private parlance for Basil Sileas Crabbe, “….arrived from The Rectory to set everything up at the front.  Finally, I heard Big Ben striking for three o’clock in the distance, but there was no sign of Bren.

 

Anxiously, he stood in the front pew….or rather row of chairs. Relay was in convivial conversation with his Mother, who was dressed formally for the occasion. However it appeared to be about how they might screw at some stage? Then Jessica Smith ambled over. “Wotcha, Shagger,” she said, “there’s a few days spare after your honeymoon before you start at University. I’m hopeful to have a hump, so make sure you’re not completely spunked out when you bring Bren back….” his tool twitched, “….uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned as Jesse James massaged his manhood, “….I gather Domme did you earlier, but it seems you can still present a passably pulsing penis….” which would make his wedlock worse, “….here comes the Bride.” Perhaps not quite, but about sodding time too….since he’d slightly suggested in her study she shouldn’t be late. Still, he obviously wasn’t about to make an issue of it.

 

He watched and waited whilst Silage took several stills of her emerging from DV 1. She was looking really radiant….the Miss Whiplash wear in white. It was a bodice which completely failed to cover her beautiful bottom or both boobs….and down at the front, the cunt. There were long Sinatra-style laced thigh-boots, matching gloves and a spiked Mistress collar. However, instead of a bouquet of flowers, she was wielding a whip. Then the organ inside the church started with Pachelbel´s Canon in D. She started along the aisle, and the three Bridesmaids fell into line behind her….Burdizzo Babes, black-booted brunette beauties with dark glasses.

 

They were next-to nude, whilst 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, seemingly stunningly strict and stern. It was the combination of red lipstick on mean mouths with hands held hard on hips which made them so supremely snoggable. They each had a holstered Cattle Prod, like the recently recruited Touch-up Teams on tube trains. They stop sex-pests and public perverts like me from touching up the talent….”

 

Also her as a Bums Babe, but fortunately fondling fellas’ fannies was a free felony for floozies.

 

“….and the guys got their groins grilled. When the procession reached the front, the Bride turned and threw the whip into the air. It was caught by Miffy Smiffy, the traditional implication being she’d be next to get hitched.         

 

“The actual service was sort-of standard,” he said, “although there were a few amendments, as agreed previously with the Reverend Carmen Jones. When we reached the, ‘Who gives this….’ part of the proceedings, it was, ‘….mere male in marriage to this lovely Lady,’ when my Mother confirmed, ‘I do.’ We each agreed to forsake no others….” probably wise, in the circumstances of it not being monotonous monogamy, “….and although we both promised to Love and Honour, it was only me who also agreed to Obey. I put Bren’s wedding ring onto her finger, however she applied a Wedlock to my willy. It’s a solid steel cylinder which sits snugly over the shaft, and makes masturbation more or less impossible. All the married males wore them, however the single studs suffered KTBs….” he gave a grimace, “….medium versions, as I’m wearing now….ouch. Finally we reached the end of the vows….”

 

“….and I pronounce you Wife and mere male….” thunderous applause, “….you may now kiss the bride….on her vertical lips.” He knelt and she spread her legs….FLASHH “….Uhhh….Uhhh….Uhhh,” she moaned as he tongued twat….SLAPP “….AHHH,” he gasped as she slapped him soundly….FLASHH “….enough for now….hubby. You’ll have plenty of opportunities later….and with the horizontal ones as well.” There was loud laughter.

 

“So we signed the register,” he continued, “and were ready for our grand exit. I dropped down to the ground again, and Bren applied a pink studded collar and long leather leash. We went along the aisle to the tune of an old Blondie track, played over the sound system. Atomic is incredibly erotic….do you recall any of the lyrics?” She thought for a moment. “Tonight,” she intoned, “make it magnificent….tonight….make me tonight.” Pretty please. “I’ll try to do the same for you this evening,” he confirmed, “and then there was also the chorus….UHHH..UHHH….Atomic….UHHH..UHHH….tomic….UHHH..UHHH….” he shivered slightly, “….I’ve often wanked worthlessly whilst watching Deborah Harry on AudioVisual Record.” He and many million more mere males masturbating manhood.

 

FLASHH FLASHH….went more cameras as he crawled behind his new Bride, Ogling Obviously Over her….well, behind. It WAS one of the best bums in the business, and the originator of the Mrs Shagton Rear Of The Year awards. But might it be Originatress? The three Burdizzo Babes followed him a few feet away….Sizzzcrackkk “….AGHHH….” Sizzzcrackkk “….AGHHH,” he gasped as he was whipped well by his new Sister-in-law….ZZZZZZ “….UGHHH….” ZZZZZZ “…..UGHHH,” he moaned as his balls were repeatedly zapped by The Cattle Prod….in the capable hands of the other two Bridesmaids. From the strength of the scrotum and shaft shocks, he’d say they were set to sound.

 

Finally after an eternity he reached the end, and angled himself by the waiting Trap. However it held only one person, with haulage by human horse….FLASHH “….OHHH,” he gasped as his wonderful Wife stepped across his shoulders. Slowly he stood, whilst Ursula Smith and Shirley Greene busied themselves in applying a pink leather body harness and bridle….FLASHH “….MMMM,” he moaned as they placed the pink rubber bit between his teeth. Then he stood between the sidebars and picked up the handles. Myfanwy Smith passed his Bride the long leather leash, and returned her whip….Sizzcrackkk “….AGHHH,” he gasped. “Whip-crack-away, Davy,” she called out, as a reincarnation of Doris Day on the Deadwood stagecoach. How he’d love to have been whipped into shape by Calamity Jane.

 

“It was hard graft in high heels….” he said, mopping his mouth, and pushing aside his empty plate, “….however there wasn’t any hurry, since all the guests were walking. Finally, we reached the side entrance of the main assembly hall. I was let loose, but she kept me collared. We strutted inside and stood by the double doors, greeting everyone. My dad and Bren’s stepfather….John F Kennedy, both handed out apéritifs. Then we ascended the Podium, to take our places at the top table. The caterers had done a grand job, and everything was laid out. Amen Carmen said the Grace, and we all started on the food. At least I was able to shed my shoes for the duration. It was about half an hour later before we’d finally finished, and then it was the speeches. First up was the Mother of the Bride, and Jessica Smith welcomed me into the family. She offered anecdotes about how she shared several similarities with her darling daughter. These included a deep desire for David’s distended dick.

 

She confirmed her phone number, and had set up an attic flat in Nixborough for naughty nooky. Willies would be welcome for what-ho after what-for….with the application of all agonies onto an appropriately aching arse. She concluded with the traditional toast to the newlyweds….for which I took a politely small sip of the champagne. Next it was the Bride’s speech, and she started with a summary of her spouse. She said I’d started out shockingly shy, however with her help I’d become an incorrigible exhibitionist. She made much mention of my neat little bottom, and also some seven inches of circumcised sin. It was all seriously sexist stuff, and in reverse circumstances the Lovely Ladies Liberation Lobby wouldn’t have liked it a lot….” surely it was their turn, after so many centuries of mere males having it their own way? “….then she talked about herself.”

 

“As most of you will know,” she said, “my personal pedigree at The Styx is hailing from the K series of dorms, culminating in The Six Knackerers. My placement was perfect….so thanks, Sue….” the School Secretary waved from her table, “….enabling almost unlimited opportunities for villains’ Victim nights. I’ve always enjoyed the sport, right from a very early age, when it first became apparent bad boys had a weakness….well, two….” mild mirth, “….according to dearest Davy, it was his favourite friend, John Diamond….is he here….?” there was another wave, “….who put a particularly pithy perspective on the process.

 

First it’s the flex of the fingers, then the feel on the flesh, followed by the flat forehand, and finally the fear of a fuck-free future fate….” more mirth, mostly from the floozies, “….so let’s give him a big hand….” loud applause, “….talking of hands, will all the studs stand….?” she waited, “….the lovely Ladies should take a glass in one hand, and gently grab a gonads in the other….?” another wait, and now his balls were hers, “….an extra toast to testicles, since it’s soundly squeezed scrotums which show Superiority….To Testicles….” the phrase was repeated with evident enthusiasm from all across the hall, “….and now, as they say at St Templars School….Knacko! Will everyone now knacker naughty nuts for a nasty nine.”  

 

“So the floozies all had their fun,” he said, “followed inevitably by much penile pain, as either the KTB’s or Wedlocks did their worst. When we’d sat down again, she finished with a toast to her parents. This included William Henry Smith….” both Brenda’s and Myfanwy’s philandering father, “….who was sitting a few feet away, with his delightfully Dominant Mistress. I was already aware how she was a Lufthansa airline Stewardess based in Berlin. Apparently she straps studs into their seats on duty….and straps their seats off-duty. He’d introduced me to Herrin Susi Quetsch….normally known as Susie Q, after the ancient 1950’s pop song by Dale Hawkins. However her surname translates as Crush….” Ouch, “….and just demonstrated her competent crotch crushing capabilities on him. Then it was the second-best man’s speech, and Relay arose. Traditionally this has been a chance for humour, and he was on fine form.”

 

“Lovely Ladies,” he announced gravely, “and anyone else present….” titters, “….this is the point in the proceeding where you can normally let your hair down….” several sniggers, as he pointed to his head, “….a convincing crew cut is what happens when one attends a Reformatory….” gasps, “….alas I DO need quite a bit of Reforming….” giggles, “….as indeed does the groom, in similar circumstances….” he touched my similarly shaven head, “….we share what I’ve called a Common Comradely Continuing Commitment to Cute Cunt….” more mirth, “….as this has been a Dominatrix do, I should really style myself as the least-worst man….” laughter, “….although presently on the Podium, I’m surrounded by sinners. It’s worthwhile to note how both Bride and groom, his Mother and father….and me, have all been beaten with The Big or Biggest One….or both....” more giggles, “….for which we must thank The Professor and his unworthy successor in title….” he paused, “….by all accounts ensconced in Alcatraz….” gasps, “….though he’s hopeful to be let out later….for bad behaviour….” more mirth, “….so let’s hear it for Thrasher Thring, without whose rattan our rears would have been far less raw over the years….”

 

rapturous applause from all around the room, whilst The Professor stood and bowed politely, “….I did consider asking him to bring Ten:PM:GMT with him this afternoon, and subject Shagger to a time of testicular torments….” several sniggers from the sluts and stony silence from the studs, “….but who knows, maybe the groom might manage the patent electromechanical Knackering Machine later, with the help of his Missus….?” he glanced at her with worry, and she smiled sweetly, “You can enjoy my wedding present this evening, Shagger,” said Wodin Tiberius Thring loudly, before regaining his seat, “….but notwithstanding knackered nuts, I thought a few words about how they first met would be appropriate.” Relay took a sip of champagne, and started the saga.