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 17th 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.
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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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