St Stricktlands School

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

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