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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
Monday, September 18, 2023
Friday, September 15, 2023
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 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.
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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.
