Chapter 233 - part (1) of (4)

Last Interlude

William Shanks was running late….and literally so. Tomorrow, he’d leave MUCH more time for the trek from dorm 6X to the Prefects’ Study wing. He’d have to take into account further unforeseen altercations. His nuts had been knackered by three of The Little Green Men, and four pupils In The Pink. In the past few minutes, he’d signed seven Stretch Slave Sheets. “Huhh….huhh,” he huffed as he hurled himself along the gloomy corridor on Level 6. Finally, he reached his destination of study 13....unlucky for some, and especially him this morning.

Richard Sharp

Mihi parendum est

Even though he’d been a German garçon, the Latin logo was simple, since it was the same as adorned his own study….You Must Obey Me. He took a moment to calm himself, at the cost of a whack. However, it would save the three from confessing the crime of running in the corridor. Taking another deep breath, he stepped inside without knocking, in accordance with fagging protocol. “So what time do you call this….Shanks?” asked Rick The Prick ominously.

 

He was standing in the centre of the study, wearing a black shower robe, but wielding the weapon. Oops….since it seemed their so-called firm friendship had been set aside for the session. “Please, Sir,” he said politely, noting it was now 7.34am, “I’m sorry to be late, Sir….but alas….” he was interrupted at once, “….I’m not interested in any feeble excuses, Shanks,” he said, his voice a soft thunder, “my Lateness Regime is the same as yours….” so he could hardly complain, with what goes around….well, et hoc genus omne, And All That Sort Of Thing, “…..at one whack per minute. Together with your Start-As-You-Mean-To-Go-On beating, we’ll commence with a straight eight….” yes, SIR, “….since you’re already good to go. Spread those legs, and we’ll have hands behind your head in the Position For Pain.” He suspected what would be coming next, and it wouldn’t be him….although maybe it might?

 

He held his breath, and sure enough he could see the Standard St Stricktlands School Study Scrotum Snatcher snaking slowly upwards between his legs. “Ohh….” he moaned in an anticipation of acute agonies, even as his penis pulsed at the provocation, “….AHHH….AHHH,” he added, bending forward automatically. “The S7 always enables a bad boy to effortlessly assume the Position, doesn’t it, Shanks?” he asked. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, having achieved the same result with his own fags often enough. “Close your legs,” he ordered, “we’ll say staccato style in pairs. Victoria, you can watch his whacks.” He saw the junior fag smiling in the kitchenette. I know what you’re getting, it said….and I hope it hurts. For all practical purposes, it was PWEP….Punishment With Extreme Prejudice. It was when one was whacked with younger years watching.

 

Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Ooo..HOO….TWO, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. Second such strokes always stung much more, since they landed on the same spot. “I’ve often imagined sharing a period of Private Study with my firm friend….” interestingly enough, so had he, “….when we might have managed such a scenario as this….?” he’d never had the nerve to raise the subject, “….but alas we’re both Dominant….” obviously, he’d omitted the word Dolts, “….so we’d never have been able to ascertain who played subbie….” which was fair enough, “….however, events have enabled me to achieve this aim.” By having his rear on the receiving end of Richard’s rattan. “AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, as the S7 was repeatedly depressed and raised around his cupped crotch, and the teeth dug deeper into the secondary pleasure centre of his shaft. Again, this was a facility of which he himself was fond. He’d taken it enough in times past from his former fagmasters, however he hadn’t expected to be given a refresher course.

 

Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yeowww..WOWW….FOUR, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “Since you’re wearing your Short Shirt, Shanks,” he said sternly, “I suppose you’re doing a Detention this evening?” The ministry of the bleedin’ obvious? “Yes, Sir,” he said sourly. “Two more whacks,” said Richard Sharp, “one for the Vulgarity about Bleeding Obvious….and the second for such shocking Sarcasm.” Oh dear….and he couldn’t even claim he hadn’t been warned, since there’d been two instances the previous day. “Yes, SIR,” he repeated politely.

 

Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yi..HI….SIX, thank you, SIR,” he gasped with one of the two Hurting Hellos.

 

Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yeeee..HAAA….EIGHT,” he gasped, “a straight eight, thank you, SIR.” His fearsome fagmaster was always one with the Wild West Words, on the many occasions over the years he’d seen him caned in class. “You sound the same as me, Shanks,” he observed mildly. Now it would be the extras….anything else, and doubtless an erection inspection, too?

 

Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yayy..HEYY….TEN….a total of ten, thank you, SIR,” he gasped with the other Hurting Hello, “thank you for my thrashing, Sir.” There was no command to arise, so he suspected the caning wasn’t quite concluded…. and time for some studied sadism? “When I was speaking to The Green Goddess yesterday to set up this Senior Swap,” he said conversationally, “whilst you were under the shower, we were talking together about Apocryphal Scholar Saturdays….” so it was a Yes, “….sodding Shagger had already sort of suggested I should consider taking one, as an insurance policy….” in case Terrence was getting any other ideas about rusticating prefects for his own ends, “…..it seems you’ve said the same to Shirley….” indeed he had, “….so we’ll both attend this afternoon. Alas, I don’t have any of my previous pink uniform….although sodding Shagger did suggest I buy some….” he wouldn’t enquire further, “….but since you won’t be needing it today, perhaps you might graciously agree to lend me yours?”

 

Always happy to help. “Certainly, Sir,” he said, “I can fetch it for you, since it’s in dorm 6X….in my bedside cabinet.” Richard Sharp smiled. “I’ll do so later,” he said, “whilst you’re enjoying your cross-country run.” Thanks a bunch. “You may find the Knackerpants to be on the small side, Sir,” he ventured, “since The Headmaster asked the School Secretary to issue me a size smaller.” Rick The Prick stared down into his eyes for a long second. “It will be one more whack for Impertinently Imparting Information,” he said, “but why?” Easily answered. “Please Sir,” he replied, “it was so they would be terrifically taut and tight for my tush and tool….” the junior fag sniggered softly, “….he wanted to whack my particularly pert and punishable posterior.” Richard Sharp licked his lips. “Sodding Shagger said as such,” he agreed amiably, “and an action with which I approve.” So the running gag was still going.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

“YEZZ….ELEVEN, thank you, SIR,” he yelped, “it was a GOOD one, thank you so much, Sir….ohh,” he added as the stripe was stroked with the stick. “Stand up, Shanks,” he said. “Must I, Sir?” he asked stupidly, since the S7 would make this especially painful. “Indeed so,” he agreed, “after one more whack, for the Question....impudence in this instance. However, it will take us tidily up to a dozen due.” Fair enough, it HAD been a stupid thing to say.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK 

“YIKES..TWELVE, thank you SIR,” he gasped, “I should know all about Questions by now, Sir….AHHH….AHHH….AHHHHHH,” he added as he stood slowly, and the teeth of the S7 dug even deeper. Once again, he stood stiff and proud in the Position For Pain….seriously so. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned as this time it was his straining shaft which was stroked with the stick. “Most interesting,” said the prefect, “you’ve always been notorious for knocking your knobbly knees, whilst waving your willy wildly….as I recall ever so well in the changing rooms. Yet this morning your bearing is firm….” very much so, “….has something happened?” Nice of him to notice. “Yes, Sir,” he said, “yesterday evening I was sentenced to a session as a voluntary victim to dorm 5X, Sir. I learned a lot about poise and panache from The X-p♂sers.” There was a slight smile. “This smells of skulduggery….and sodding Shagger, Shanks,” he suggested, “is it so?” Well sussed. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “and I hope to hear more about being a successful exhibitionist from my dearest dorm mates in 6X during the week….after they’ve done their worst with me on Monday.” There was a second silence. “Why not before?” he asked at length, “what’s the matter with today….or tomorrow?” This too was easily answered.

 

“Please, Sir,” he explained, “I’m booked with successive split slots….” Victim nights in two different dorms, “….on each evening. Tonight, it’s The Knackies and The H♀♀kers….” dorms 4K and 4H, “….as decided for me by Mrs Edith Zippy in her Swimming lesson yesterday. Tomorrow it’s The Flaunts….” of dorm 5F, “….followed by The Six Sneaks, Sir.” The prefect chose to smile. “Watch what you say to the sods in 6S, Shanks,” he said sourly, “since they’ll divulge your darkest and dirtiest deviances….plus embellishments.”

 

Spoken with the voice of experience? It was another subject about which they’d never conversed, but perhaps some time in the future, following his restoration? Certainly though he wasn’t going to ask anything now….not at the cost of one whack per question. “Anyway,” Richard Sharp continued, “obviously you’ve failed your erection inspection….somewhat spectacularly, with your eight inches of erotic enjoyment. So assume the Position For Punishment again, for your further flogging….” he bent down a second time, “….together, in the staccato style.” At least they’d be over and done with quickly.

 

Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yeouch..OUCH..OUCH….THIRDEEN,” he gasped, “a thorough thirdeen, thank you, SIR….” or a frightful fifteen in old money, “I’m sorry about BEFORE.” Or B4….Being Bothered By Beating.” Was this it….or might there be more? “Spread your legs again, bad boy,” he said, “Ohh,” he moaned as the S7 was finally removed. “It’s time for my shower, Shanks,” he said, setting down his stick on to the study table, “whilst I’m away, you can spend some time getting to know Victoria a bit better. Obey all his orders, and stay standing in the Position For Pain until he’s done his worst.” He gave an especially evil grin, and then padded away towards the shower room, before pointedly shutting the door. “Well….Wanker Boy Will….” said the junior fag wittily, obviously omitting any salutation, “….what Sir means is I’m allowed to do his dirty work….” he ventured out of the kitchenette, “….he can’t do so himself, since it wouldn’t be properly professional. But how are the mighty fallen….you big bastard….” Oops, “….I didn’t mind the Canteen Caning last week for being Last Out, since it was my own sodding fault. However, let me cordially remind you about what followed?”

 

He’d been lost in his own thoughts, and glanced around in horror to see The Canteen was empty. Dammit….he’d done it again, and was due derrière discipline. “Take your tray,” ordered the Canteen Monitor, whose name he knew to be one William Shanks, and a Dominant dolt. Apparently though, he’d attended a Reformatory during the holidays, hence his crew cut. He hadn’t heard of such institutions, however hopefully he’d find out one day?

 

“I can set you straight,” he said sourly, “it’s where mere males go to be….well, reformed. Often as not, they’re sent by their long-suffering Wives or girlfriends. It’s a strict disciplinary and bondage regime, enforced by lovely Lady Guards. They have a special uniform, known as the Reformatory regalia. It’s a seriously strict Mistress suit which featured a tight white militaristic top with shoulder flashes to signify authority, some seamed stockings, black boots and matching miniskirt. They also all carry an Officer’s crop, with a whip and cane as required for use on the guests.”

 

There was a short silence. “So where’s the problem?” he asked, “it all sounds rather fun.” Of sorts, and he shrugged. “It’s horrendously humbling and humiliating,” he agreed, “the idea being to show studs who’s Superior, take them down, and put them in their place. In all honesty, it works well.” There was a neat nod. “Nice to know,” he said, “in three years’ time, when I’m one of The Six X-hibiti♂nists, I could certainly see myself signing up to one.” Most likely, he’d do well.

 

He tidied the table, leaving a single spoon at the far end which a previous diner had managed to miss. Then he stood up and walked across to the Crockery Collection Cache, where he duly deposited the débris. “So what about the spoon?” asked the prefect….but what about it? “Please….Çur,” he replied hotly, “it wasn’t mine, Sir.” Iron Will gave an evil chuckle. “I never said it was,” he said impatiently, “you should simply have done your civic duty. It will be three more whacks as follows: The first is for Failure to tidy table, secondly Arguing….and a third for Mentally Misspelling the salutation, complete with cedilla….” rumbled, “….lower your Standard Schoolboy Spanking Shorts.”

 

Glowering, he took down the taut tight trousers, and an errant erection emerged. “Oops,” said the prefect, “you’ve already accrued another three, for evident erectile excitement. So it will be a nasty nine….” hopefully staccato style in threes, since otherwise he was likely to be late for Lesson 5, “….one at a time….” the BASTARD, he was doing this on purpose, “….with one more whack for the unspoken Vulgarity, which will take us to a total of ten….” how was it the prefects and teachers had this uncanny ability to read minds? “….bend over to be beaten, bad boy.”

 

“You may recall your wretched rattan ending up at eleven,” he said, “since you sodding succeeded in fucking well finding a further floggable felony. So what started out as three magically mutated, in accordance with the unwritten rule….” Punishments Propagate, But Canings Can Become Compounded, “….finally, your flogging finished.”

 

Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yezz….” he yelped, “eleven, thank you Sir. Thank you for all my swishings, Sir. I know I needed them.” He glanced up at the wall clock, and saw it was 1.43pm. “Your name and dorm, for my beat sheet?” he asked. “Please Sir,” he replied, “it’s Rear, Victor, of dorm 3X, Sir.” William Shanks smiled. “So one of the little X-pletives,” he said, “and how is your rear….Rear…?” very fucking funny, as always, “….with one more whack for another of what must surely be Victoria’s Vulgarities. Given your dorm, I daresay it’s understandable.” What wonderful wit….but quite correct.

 

Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yikes….twelve,” he gasped, “a dozen due, thank you Sir. I should know better, Sir.” Hopefully this was it? “Sort yourself out,” he said, “and be on your way.” Another two minutes lost. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he raised his Shorts, and their hem scraped across his stripes. Then he continued quickly from The Canteen.

 

“I ran recklessly all the way to the Teaching wings,” he said, “and for once, luck was with me. I collected my bag of books from my locker, and headed for History with Daniel Manning. Despite all my efforts I was a minute late….no thanks to you, big bastard….” Oh, dear, “….Dan The Man decisively dished the derrière discipline, with a further flogging of four. So it was some sodding sixteen strokes….sorry, I mean fucking fourdeen, mostly because of not clearing a sodding spoon which wasn’t even mine. Good going, even by sodding St Sticks’ standards….” put thus, he could only agree, “….your sodding scrotum’s going to suffer so much….Shanks….” he flexed his fingers, “….a knackering of at least a nasty nine….” Oo..er, yes, SIR….even as his penis pulsed.

 

Somehow, it was strangely stimulating being knackered by one of the younger years, “….the same as The Tough Guy. I enjoyed watching him demand his dues in The Canteen when you were properly In The Pink, so be aware I shall do the same.” Oops. “Guido Tuffleigh fagged for the previous prefect Charles Ringer,” he confirmed, “and was often wrung out by The Wringer.”

 

 There was a slight smile. “VERY fucking funny,” he said, “only this time I can say it straight, without being beaten for bad language.” He moved forward, and took hold of his testicles. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….” he gasped as his nuts were knackered, “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….” were they at nine? “….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I submit, SIR,” The helping hand was released, however it was only a temporary respite. Then a piece of paper was offered to him, plus pen. “You can lower your arms, Shanks,” he said, “and sign my sodding sheet.”

 

St Stricktlands School Stretch Slave Sheet for: Victor Rear

The undersigned hereby humbly undertakes to bare his balls and accept a suitable 

stretching at any time and any place by his Master or Mistress. The balls should be bared

completely before the scrotum is stretched.

 

He signed away his pride in the next available space….William Shanks. Then his testicles were taken between finger and thumb. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped as his scrotum was stretched soundly, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I am your stretch slave, SIR.” Was he done? “Now I shall wank your willy….William,” he said, “tell me when you’re about to spurt.” Horrendously humiliating, but again somehow strangely stimulating, so perhaps he’d always been a closet exhibitionist? Hadn’t he wanted to do something similar yesterday whilst standing on the top diving board in the Swimming Pool?

 

Also, he recalled ruefully, to expose himself in The X-P♂sers the previous week. “Uhhh….Uhhh….Uhhh,” he moaned whilst his willy was wanked worthlessly. “Eight inches of erotic enjoyment,” muttered the junior fag, “exactly as Sir said. How does it feel to fuck, since alas it’s a penile pleasure for which I’ll have to wait a while?” Easily explained….after a fashion. “Uhhh….Uhhh….fucking’s fun,” he confirmed, “the straining shaft softly strokes the slut’s slit….Uhhh….you hump her hard….uhhh….until you reach your climax….Uhhh….which is when you spunk….UHHH….stop.” Just in time too, since he saw the door open again. “Go and clean the shower, Shanks,” said Richard Sharp, “whilst Victoria serves my breakfast. There’s no assembly this morning, owing to the exams still in progress. So I want some hard work out of you until half past eight, after which you can get your grub.” He nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he muttered as he padded away.

 

* * * * 

 According to Big Ben it was 9.29am when he stood starkers in the Staff car park, along with a gross of other bad boys. Half were his present peers-with-penis In The Pink, whilst the remainder were The Boys In Blue….when dressed. He’d worked hard in Rick The Prick’s shower room, but alas the prefect had still found fault, and dished more decisive discipline. A flogging of a further five had been followed by his Farewell Foursome, making a nasty nine in all. Then he’d been dismissed for the duration. For his afternoon fagging session, he’d be back with The Green Goddess….so lovely, light and lithe.

 

He’d eaten his belated breakfast in The Canteen, seated with Benjamin Notus, Simon Cox and Simon Cone of dorm 5X, when Victoria had demanded his dues again. As alas had Guido Tuffleigh, who’d gleefully told him how it took him back to the good old days. Then The X-P♂sers had departed with him to the Games changing room. Sodding Shagger had asked them to be his Guardian Angels, and they’d done well. NB, Cyclone and Cyclops had corralled him completely before escorting him outside to the Staff car park, where cross-country runs traditionally commenced.

 

 Hello, everyone….” said Shagger, ambling up to him, and similarly starkers. He hadn’t seen him before now, so presumably he’d strode straight from his study? He’d always suspected him of enjoying exhibitionism, whilst wandering around the school completely unclothed, “….thanks for looking out for William’s back….” and balls, “….there’s no need to run with him, since I’ll do so, and I’d only slow you down….” he turned towards him, “….how did you get on with my firm friends yesterday evening?” He smiled sweetly. “Very well, thank you….err….Shagger,” he replied, “I learned a lot, though these most helpful chaps said I’ll have to work on my personality.”

 

There were several sniggers. “He has all the makings of an excellent exhibitionist, Shagger,” said the dorm captain, “the same as you are….and I hope we will be as well?” He glanced around, and spotted several of his dearest dorm mates from dorm 6X strutting around, similarly showing off their straining shafts. Then he heard Big Ben striking for 9.30am, and saw Ava Frasch approaching, dressed in her Games gear. It was a seriously skimpy red-hot pair of hot pants, with conventional crimson-coloured crop top, plus matching plimsolls….PEEP went her whistle.

 

“Good morning all,” she said, “on this bright and sunny morning, just perfect for some sound exercise in the countryside. Since there’s no shortage of your peers-with-pussy offering Helpful Hints….” there were several groans, and she gave a wide pout, “….wassamatter chaps….variety is the spice of life. So as regards Route, today you can choose between the GWR….” the Great Western, one of the Big Four railway companies of yesteryear, “….or you can try your luck with the SR….” the Southern, “….alas the Shortest Route may not necessarily be the best, since it’s in bandit country, and The Amaz♀ns are running Amaz♀nia. It’s a question of risk reduction, although anyone not making it back to the finishing line before midday is dished a Detention. I shan’t be running with you today, since I wouldn’t wish to see anything unfortunate….” PEEP “….stand in a long line everyone, hands on heads….” she produced a felt-tip pen from a pocket, “….I’ve just spotted Shagger, so he can be № 6, since I know it’s his lucky number.”

 

There was a flurry of activity as the bad boys all arranged themselves in accordance with their preferences. “You always wanted to be № 1, didn’t you….Phoney Tony….” she said sourly, whilst applying a large numeral to The Honourable Anthony Giles Harwood Fontesque-Smythe, “….with your pedigree, and your father being one of the largest land owners in the country, I daresay it isn’t surprising.” Viscount Claude Linley Anthony Montgomery Standish, reputedly worth mega-millions, if he recalled rightly. She worked her wicked way along the line, “Seven inches of circumcised sin, Shagger,” she said with a smile, “I noted your offer to undertake one more run before the end of term, which might help you keep in condition for a little longer….if you actually complete all of it.”

 

But why wouldn’t he? “Ohh,” he murmured as his number was applied. “So, Shanks,” she said, with a smile, “№ 8, and everyone can see your eight inches of erotic enjoyment….” somehow, its exposure felt good, “….no longer are you waving your willy wildly, nor knocking your knobbly knees….” she mouthed him a kiss, and his penis pulsed even as she wrote the figure onto his torso. It was a bit like branding, though obviously not nearly as painful. “It’s always easy to spot The X-p♂sers and The Six X-hibiti♂nists,” she mused as she continued along the line, “since they present penises with such personality, poise and panache.” As indeed he’d said earlier to his fearsome fagmaster.

 

Finally, she finished….PEEP. “Don’t forget the sign-in sheet….” in the bus shelter at the village square, “….since we wouldn’t want any cheating….” no….MA’AM, “….which is a croppable crime…..” PEEEEP went the dismissal whistle, “….away with you all.” They started to run, the fittest pulling away in front almost immediately. His stamina had never been the strongest, and he knew it was the same with sodding Shagger. “Huhh….huhh,” they both huffed after the first few paces….which was the easy part. “I suppose we should go the….huhh….Great Way Round….” the traditional mnemonic, “….since we’re probably both….huhh….prime targets for bandits?”

 

Shagger shook his head. “There’s a….huhh….certain psychology here….huhh….Will,” he replied, “the fastest fall into all the various snares first….huhh….and there’s only so much time available….huhh….so if you don’t mind….huhh….we’ll opt for The Shortest Route….huhh….even though it’s occupied by The Amaz♀ns.” He only hoped he had some sort of cunning plan, since on the surface it seemed somewhat silly….well, more like completely crackers.

 

They passed the playing fields, as the long line of pink figures continued to stretch out away into the distance. “It….huhh….appears you’ve The X-p♂sers looking out for your best interests, Will,” said Shagger, “so presumably you were able to….huhh….make your peace with them yesterday evening?” She shivered slightly. “Huhh….yes,” he admitted, “I was….huhh….strung up by my scrotum with a….huhh….Rope Of Rack And Ruin….huhh….and had to be their balls bulb boy….huhh….and also for The SS….huhh….who called in to see how I was getting on.” There was a short silence. “There’s an honour….huhh,” Shagger replied, “if she took a trek over to the Dorm wings specially….huhh….but being a Friday evening….huhh….I assume she was role-playing the prison Camp Commandant?”

 

His penis pulsed as he recalled the sight. “Yes,” he agreed, “it was….huhh…. Die Gefängnislagerkommandantin….huhh….and she explained how her six Sesquipedalian Sequential Suitor Service Sessions worked….huhh….clearly grooming them for next term….huhh….I admit I may have missed out by declining the offer of her strict services….huhh….but in the same connection….huhh….for my German Prep I had to learn something called a Vokabelverzeichnis….huhh….twelve pages of seriously suspect German words and phrases….huhh….it seemed the type of thing the School Secretary might have invented?” Shagger winked once.

 

“Well sussed,” he agreed, “and….huhh….much more like a deviant’s dictionary….” just as he’d thought, “….huhh….but it’s hers….huhh….since I suggested Angel might borrow a copy for her similar sessions….huhh….so you should enjoy your Sunday Special with her tomorrow.” Presumably it was possible? “Huhh….The Dreadful Griffin told me I should be six minutes late, Shagger….huhh,” he said, “but why….huhh….she said you knew the reason….huhh….you and all the other confounded Cunt Casanovas.” He nodded, sagely. “It’s to enable an entrée into Put-You-In-Your-Place punishment,” he explained, “should the disciplinary Domme be feeling so inclined….huhh….something Relay told me last year.” Raymond Lee, previous prefect and self-professed Purveyor Of Penis.

 

 The fields ended, and now they started into the woodland walks. “Your attendance at Madam Dee’s….huhh….Reformatory was an excellent start….huhh,” said Shagger, “I didn’t ask….huhh….but were you able to claim her….huhh….cute cunt as your guest reward?” He smiled smugly. “Yes thanks, Shagger….huhh,” he replied, “and well worth the wait….huhh….should we really be going this way….huhh….since it goes quite close to The Dell?” Famous last words, since at the same second, a large heavy mesh net fell on them both, virtually knocking them to the ground. “A warm welcome, bad boys,” said dark damsel, “who have we here?”

 

 Slowly, they struggled to their feet, as the netting was removed. Oh dear, since the posse of three were wearing the Amazonian apparel, or Warrior wear. It was lots of shiny steel chain link, and black leather across their bodies. Their beautiful boobs were pushed to prominence, with what was almost breast bondage. Their strap skirts were only just decent, and it was unlikely that either was wearing anything underneath. Needless to say, they both wore black leather laced thigh-boots. They replaced the net with blue Ropes Of Rack And Ruin. “Ohhh….ohhh,” they both gasped as their balls were bound.

 

Then their hands were held behind their heads, tied tightly to their necks. “Ma’am will be pleased, Beth,” said one of them, “since it seems we’ve snared Shagger….and Shanks. Kindly walk quickly….unless you want Tina to assist?” Shagger shook his head. “No….Mesdemoiselles,” he said, “for Wanker Boy Will’s benefit, she’s Ballantyne Beta….or Ball Beater….” Oops, “….we’ll co-operate.” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped….SMACKK “…Oww,” he added as their hineys were hit hard. “A neat little bottom….” mused Beth, “….plus a particularly pert and punishable posterior,” added Tina.

 

 Together with their captors….or rather Captresses, they padded along the path. “It wasn’t my idea to come this way….” he started to say….SLAPP “….no more talking….Wanker Boy Will,” one of them snapped, “and this is one way you WON’T be cumming….” ha bloody ha, “….you Dominant dolt, and a complete cretin who caned me comprehensively in a corridor last week….” Oh, dear, “….to refresh your memory, I’m Jane Fitzwilliam-Hyssop.” Yes….Hissy Fits. “She’s renowned for her rants and raves,” said the third, with pair of purple eyes, “and temper tantrums….in addition to having hissy fits. By the way, I’m Violet Halter….who you caned in The Canteen last term.” So she must be Ultra Violet? Soon, they reached the small open clearing in the dense woodland.

 

 

selecting second stick

Newsletter - July 2022

 

I hope everyone in the USA had a happy independence day.

 

The final portion of chapter 232 was published last week, the first in the mini-series of William Shanks' week of rustication. It continues next month, and the next installment takes place on a Saturday. So it's Games, with a cross-country run. He's kidnapped en route by the Amazonians, but ends up in Stern Hall. There, his gonads are given a good going over in Professor Wodin Thring's patent Knackering Machine. Needless to say, matters don't improve much as the day progresses.

 

Please do make the most of these chapters, as there's little left of the Summer Term, when the story shifts from St Sticks to several other places.

 

For the past 5 years, I've been trying to think of a good collective nickname for the Connor twins of The Six Lezzies (both a bit butch). Nothing seemed to work well. Their own names of Alexandra and Rubina were fine, ending up as Lexicon and Rubicon. Finally an inspiration arrived, and taken together they are now The Con Artists. Their forté is drawing damsels in difficulties, and they have several such on the walls above their beds. Quite an amount of back-working will now be needed to all the previous chapters where they appear.

 

 

anticipating aching arse

Chapter 232 - part (4) of (4)

Rustication

“Guten Abend,” said a vixen’s voice, suddenly, “alles in ordnung.” They turned around, and the School Secretary stood a few feet away, having clearly crept into the dorm unseen. At least All Was In Order, even if it wasn’t a terribly Good Evening. “Ich bin die Gefängnislagerkommandandin,” she said, “or the prison Camp Commandant.” He’d understood, even as he stared at her clothing. Gone was the white leather business suit he’d seen earlier. Now she wore a black military style peaked cap, white blouse, black leather jacket tied tight around the waist, and black gloves. A tight black leather skirt narrowed at the thighs, seamed stockings with only the knee showing, black leather boots with high heels, and she carried an Officer’s crop. No wonder Shagger seemed so besotted with her.

 The bad boys promptly arranged themselves in a long line without being asked, hands held behind their heads. Their bearings were firm, as were their fancies, with all six penises poised and posed. Inevitably, their slight smiles showed no signs of shame. Was this too what being a successful exhibitionist was all about? “An excellent study in straining shafts,” she said, “but then I’d have expected no less from The X-p♂sers….and I imagine erotically experienced, since I don’t do novices. I hope some of you who are German garcons will want to be interrogated by Fräulein Major Süβ next term….” Major Sweet, “….but even those who aren’t can still be grilled by Das Geheime Staatspolizeimädchen.” OMG….The Gestapo Girl. “Jawohl, bitte Fräulein Major,” said the dorm captain, obviously in the affirmative.

 “Who’d care for a cut of my crop on the crotch?” she asked, “anyone interested should stand at ease….” six pairs of legs stood spread in a second, “….DEFINITELY my kind of critters. Use the Rapid Responses.” So no salutation, affirmation or count….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” moaned Benjamin Notus, bending forward in abject agony….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” Gordon Solar repeated….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” moaned Gaston Righteous….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” added Lester Gomm….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” moaned Simon Cone….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” concluded Simon Cox. Slowly, they straightened up, their shafts still similarly so. “Uhhh….” she moaned, stroking herself where she shouldn’t, “….bashing bad boys’ bare bollocks always gets me just there,” she said, licking her lips, “the same as all other types, too. Still, we haven’t yet reached the principal point of my visit, which was to see how Wanker Boy Will’s getting on….” oops, “….since Shagger told me where he’d be at this time. Interestingly enough, I’ve left my current date in a similar stretchy-sort of situation. He’s hanging around in The Interview Room....and a little tied up….” very fucking funny, “….how’s he doing?” Not terribly well.

 “Please, Ma’am,” said the dorm captain, “we’ve explained where he’s been going wrong. His poise and panache were pathetically poor, but after another half hour or so of stretching….” NO! “….we should see some improvement.” She nodded, knowingly. “You’re doing a very good job,” she purred, “just what he needs….” not from where he was standing, “….I shall be opening my Slut Slit Slot Sheets for the Autumn Term very shortly, and you may report to my office to arrange an insertion….so to speak….” very droll, “….my six Sesquipedalian Sequential Suitor Service Sessions run three evenings a week, at hourly intervals from a quarter past six. Then there are further fuckers from four o’clock, taking the total of twat takers to ten. It’s The Gestapo Girl on Mondays, Miss Whiplash Wednesdays, and Fridays is as you see….” she mouthed them all kisses, “….I’ll just make him MY balls bulb boy, then love you and leave you.”

 She leaned forward, whilst flexing her fingers in menacing fashion. “URGHHH….URGHHH….” he moaned, “BEEP BEEP,” he added. “Auf wieder sehen, bőse Jungs,” she said, before strutting away down the dorm. “VERY bad boys….” murmured Cyclops, clearly also a German garçon, “….I’ll be happy to see her soon….or screw her, anyway,” added Cyclops, as they all Ogled Obviously Over her departing form. “Now….where were we?” asked the dorm captain? Oh yes….it was to be a further five acclamations of acute agony.

 Time passed, but alas not the terrible tension and torment of his testicles. He’d been their balls bulb boy as advertised, and then they’d left him to contemplate his crimes. The worst of it was they’d succeeded in stretching some semen, and several small lines of liquid lay on the dorm floor. The sods had showered, taking their own sweet time about it, and Big Ben had long since struck for 9.15pm by the time they returned. Then they’d dressed in their blue pyjamas, before returning, with NB holding a horrid hairbrush.

 “Shagger showed us what to do next, Shanks,” he said, “when someone’s absolutely on the edge like this, and wants to get the spunk out with a reasonable chance of not setting off the Wankometer. Being one of them, you’ll be aware how Dominant dolts partake in prick licking, and fun fellatio from the fellas….” well, yes, “….since it shows they’re Superior….” obviously, “….as dorm captain, I was able to enjoy the former on Autumn Arrival Afternoon, when my homage was paid with a Lick-And-A-Promise….” he paused, “….however, an available alternative is The Crush Brush. Then you can dig it deep into the primary pleasure centre of the penis for a conventional cum. Shagger kindly gave me a choice, so I’m affording you the same facility, and you might like a light lick along the length. Alas it’ll mean a ruined orgasm, and I can confirm from personal experience you’ll stay fearfully frustrated. Worse will be when you go downstairs, since your still-straining shaft will ensure you fail any erection inspection. The alternative is The Crush Brush for a conventional cum. The problem with the latter is you really need to be a penile pain slut….the same as Shagger.”

 He waited patiently after this homily….so which was least worst? “Please, Sir,” he said humbly, “I’ll have the horrid hairbrush. “ARGHH….UGHHH,” he moaned in a mixture of pain plus pleasure on his penis, “….ARGHHH….I’m spunking, Sir….URGHHH….YESS.” In a haze of happiness, he saw seven spurts of semen shoot out. “Uhhh….ohh….ohh,” he moaned as they released the blue elasticised cord from his crotch, followed by his shackles and then leg irons. “Me balls….me balls,” he muttered, rubbing them furiously, even as his shaft softened and shrivelled. “It’s almost half past nine,” said Benjamin Notus, “thank you for your convivial company this evening….” was this simply sarcasm? “….do give our kind regards to our Elders and Betters upstairs.”

 He offered his hand, so it was sincerity, and they shook. “There’s progress, Sir,” said Cyclops, “I recall how Shagger said the sod wouldn’t shake with him on his original Autumn Arrival Afternoon.” He’d no memory of it, however clearly it had been a concern to his peer. He doubted he’d felt it necessary to demean himself with an obvious inferior, and a Johnny-come-lately of no account. His annoyance with him had been made much worse after his spectacular shoot to stardom, and becoming a Cunt Casanova had been the last straw. “I’m trying to turn over a new leaf,” he said at length, “a small step for mankind….et hoc genus omne….” And All That Sort Of Thing, “….goodnight everyone. I’m grateful for your guidance….ohh,” he murmured as yet again his posterior was patted patronizingly.

 “Goodnight Shanks, and enjoy your Curfew Caning,” NB concluded. Seething slightly, he padded out of the dorm, and retraced his steps to the Level 4 landing. The otherwise empty stone steps were now echoing from Big Ben, which was striking for 9.30pm. So who was evening Curfew Monitor, he wondered with worry as he rounded the Level 2 landing? Whichever of his prefect peers it was would decide his discipline. Then some swishing started, clearly from a victim having finished in pole position. He reached the Dorm wings entrance hall and his heart sank, since it was Tennessee Tim, an émigré from 6Y. Inevitably, The Six Reas♂ns Why Y♂u’re F♂r It was another dorm of Dominant dolts. “Well….Wanker Boy Will,” he said wittily, “let me finish flogging this feloness first.”

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“Yeowww,” she gasped, “six, thank you Sir,” she gasped, “I know I needed the extra three for such naughty nipples, Sir.” So who was she? “You may rise, guilty girl,” he said, as he collected his clip board, “and give me your name and dorm.” She did so, and her face lit up when she saw him. “Please, Sir,” she said, “it’s Roccella-Roland, Louise, of dorm 6S, Sir….” they watched whilst the prefect wrote down the details, “….perhaps I might mention how I accosted this character earlier en route to fagging, Sir.” It was carefully crafted not to be quite a caneable question. “Go on….Loo Roll,” said Timothy David Crocket, with obvious relish. “He was following two of my dorm mates up the steps of the Prefects’ Study wing, Sir,” she said, “and I heard him whispering: ‘schoolgirl skirts….Spying and Straying,’ Sir. He’d didn’t do so, but I think it should be a thrashing for the thought….and the idea of Indecent Intent. Then he said the same about mine, Sir.”

 Complete cobblers….or wishful thinking, but this was typical of The Six Sneaks. Not only did they grass you up, but often added embellishments. “So how do you plead….Shanks?” he asked. “Please, Sir,” he replied, perjuring himself as always, “I’m guilty as charged, Sir.” As he knew well, the word of an innocent young Lady was always believed, with the dose of discipline doubled for a denial. “Assume the Position, bad boy,” said the prefect, “and we’ll start with your three strokes, for being Undressed. I’m sure she’ll wish to watch your whacks.” So was he, as he bent down to be beaten.

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“OWW..ONE, thank you, SIR,” he gasped, at an especially savage stroke. “Whatever happened to canees’ privilege?” he enquired mockingly. “Please, Sir,” he said, “it’s gone for good….for today anyway, since this is my eighth consecutive caning, Sir.” He watched whilst Loo Roll spread her legs fetchingly, and stroked herself where she shouldn’t. Alas, if it was her intention to induce an erection, she was wasting her time.

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“OOO..TWO, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “So how are the mighty fallen,” he continued conversationally, “and apparently all for the avoidance of a Sex Thrashing. I suppose it was for when you were screwed by a scheming succubus?”

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“YEEEE..THREE, thank you, SIR,” he yelped, “no, Sir,” he continued in his acute agony without thinking, “since Shagger took it for me. My rustication was for The Magnificent Seven from last year in The ATM.” In front of him, she seemed shocked. “We’ll take this in easy stages,” said the prefect, “but stand up, and let’s have a little look at you….” he duly did so without shrinking, “….your normal knobbly knees, but not knocking….” so he’d learned something, at least? “….have you succeeded in spunking? With three stinging strokes, and a sinful slut showing some slit….” she smiled, “….which strictly speaking should be one more whack for Soliciting….” her face fell, “….however I’ve bigger fish to fry at present. Still, I can’t see any evidence of an errant erection?” He nodded.

 “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “I’ve been a voluntary victim in The X-p♂sers. After all manner of revenge for past grievances, they gave me some pointers for the proper public presentation of a penis. Then they stretched some semen with a Rope Of Rack And Ruin for half an hour, and finally finished me off by penile pain, using a horrid hairbrush.” Highly humbling, but it had worked well. “An interesting achievement,” he said, “which has saved you some six strokes….following each of my inspections….” so he too was one with split swishings, “….however there’s the matter of your sordid succubus screw. Anything to do with sodding Shagger smells of skulduggery….” the same as he’d said so often himself, “….and I want to know why he took your Caning For Cunt?” He opened his mouth, and shut it again. “I intend to find out, Shanks,” he said ominously, “since I strongly suspect you know its identity, too.”

 This was looking bad. “I couldn’t possibly say, since it would be Sneaking, Sir,” he said wildly. “I politely point out what would accrue to you from Loo Rolls’ claims,” he replied, “which is three strokes for Spying and six for Straying….multiplied by three skirts, making a total of twendy three….” OMG….twenty seven in old money, “….onto an already aching arse, all without any sexual imperative to ease the pain….” suddenly, he had some sympathy for sodding Shagger, who’d been put into a similar situation. Apparently the Interrogator had promised him an open-ended caning, until he confessed the crime, “….I haven’t actually awarded you these whacks, so I’ll offer you a quid pro quo….” his second today, “….divulge the details of the deviant damsel, and we’ll say no more about Spying or Straying….subject to the agreement of this innocent young Lady.” She nodded, and there was a surly silence. “I’m waiting, Shanks….” he said sternly, and the, ‘….I can wait all night, if necessary,’ didn’t need stating. It simply hung unuttered in the air.

 It was no good, since he couldn’t face such a further flogging, especially after having spunked. “Please, Sir,” he said, sulkily, “the perpetrator takes the tanning instead of the stooge, Sir. But his scheming succubus was Tarka Susanna Boughs….” there were gasps from all the various victims, “….of dorm 5F.” He heard several sniggers. “She of the long silky blonde hair,” said the prefect, “which simply seems to stream over her smooth shoulders….” for a long second, both bad boys were lost in reverie, “I’ll pop in to The Flaunts during my rounds, and confirm the cat’s out of the proverbial bag. I expect she’ll wish to Take A Bow….” very good, “….since I always fancy flogging flaunts….” a shared sin, since they presented their posteriors for punishment so prettily, “….but how did sodding Shagger arrange for the succubus to successfully disappear into thin air?” He shook his head. “I’ve no idea Sir,” he said sadly, “after nearly seven years, I thought I knew almost everything about St Sticks, but it seems I’m sadly mistaken.” This was seemed to be the general consensus.

 “Please, Sir,” she said, “perhaps for performing my part in Sir’s Reciprocal Exchange, I might suggest Shanks offers himself to our dorm one evening. We in The Six Sneaks don’t get many voluntary victims.” Hardly surprising, in the circumstances. “I agree, Loo Roll,” he said, “shall we say tomorrow, Shanks?” He shook his head. “Please, Sir,” he replied, “I’ve already been committed to successive split slots on Saturday with dorms 4K and 4H….and Sunday so far with 5F. So I’d be most honoured to attend 6S for the second such, for whatever she and her colleagues wish of me.” Hopefully, this should suffice? “All agreed,” he said, “obviously I know your name and dorm details, so you can both go and get your clothes….” he turned to the waiting line, “….who’s next?” Oh dear….it was his younger brother.

 “Please Sir,” said Louis, “I’m similarly a Shanks….only Armitage, and I’m in….well, The Inmates of dorm 4I, Sir.” The poor kid had to put up with the proprietary brand of washroom earthenware equipment which all bore his name….Looey, more appropriately. Why his Mother had done so was another matter, but he suspected she’d indulged in a misplaced sense of humour. To be honest, he was just grateful it hadn’t been him. “Shall we go, Ma’am?” he asked in formal fashion, offering his hand.

 She accepted, and together they padded towards the double doors. Then it was outside into the quadrangle courtyard. “We’ll both be looking in the third quadrant, Shanks,” she said, “since you were with The X-p♂sers and I was Kidnapped by The Six Reas♂ns Why Y♂u’re F♂r It….” since the windows for all the X and Y dorms were adjacent, “….I wouldn’t have minded quite so much, had they condescended to….well, lick me into shape. But being Dominant dolts….” she squeezed his hand, “….no offence….they believe pleasing pussy isn’t an action appertaining to macho males….” alright, so he’d been the same until relatively recently, “….it’s been ages since I’ve had any confounded cunnilingus. In fact, the last occasion was with The Six Bi Babes, and then only out of pity.” Damn’ indecent of dorm 6B….so to speak.

 “I’m happy to help, Ma’am….” he said, as she started to search for her pink uniform on the grass, “….which is with pleasing pussy, in addition to collecting your clothes.” She stared at him, shocked. “Have you seen the light?” she asked, “In a way….” he agreed, as he picked up her pink jacket. He handed it to her, and she folded it neatly to the ground, “….with the love….well, lust of a lovely Lady….” the teacher, Deborah Madden, “….I fancied Madam Dee furiously, and was willing to attend her Reformatory during the holidays….hence my crew cut. I learned a lot, and since then I suppose I’ve had what amounts to a Mental Makeover, although I’ll admit old habits die hard.” He added her brassière and blouse, whilst she sourced her skirt, socks and shoes.

 Then she lay down, with her legs spread. “Will you do all the dorm like this?” she asked, “since we’re all in the same sorry situation….although The Lousy Twins often sixdy nine each other.” A twin thing….but also from favourite and firm female friends. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he said, kneeling between her knees, “I’ll have you happy in no time.” At least so he hoped, since his skills in the subject weren’t substantial. “Uhhh….uhhh….uhhh….” she moaned as he gave her several long licks from fanny and fancy to forest, “….it always turns me on when I watch whackings….uhhh….as I supposed you noticed?”

 He stopped licking her labial lips for a second. “Yes,” he agreed, “it was pretty plain, however it works both ways. Ordinarily, I’d have Been Bothered By Beating, especially at the sight of your superb slit….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” he added. “It makes a gal feel good to be appreciated, bad boy,” she said, “but don’t stop till I squirt….uhhh….and I’m sorry, but I do so substantially.” Fair enough….as he resumed his wicked work. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he took tongue to twat, and delved deeper. “FUCK….” she moaned as she held his head hard, “….as one of The Six Sneaks….UHHH….I don’t even get any suggestions of sex by prefects-with-penis….UHHH….in one way it’s my own stupid fault….UHHH….since nobody want to have their innermost secrets presented in public….UHHH….I suppose it’s the sin of pride….UHHH….I don’t want to beg….” he could relate to this viewpoint, having been the same in dorm 6W all the previous year. He’d preferred to sit seething and playing poker, in preference to….well, poke her, “….UHHH….” carefully, he collected her clitoris, and sucked it hard, “…..UHHH….YESS,” she gasped, “OMG….YESS….YESS….YESS.”

 A jet of cunt cream promptly shot out, and hit his cheek. He let her loose and wiped his face, before transferring the results onto the grass. “Aren’t you worried about what I might tell everybody?” she asked teasingly as she sat up, although her voice was full of pleasure. “Not really,” he replied, “it’s as sodding Shagger’s always said, there’s no such thing as bad publicity. Everyone’s aware I’ve been a succubus stooge, which I suppose I did deserve. However, I ought to get some Brownie points when it becomes generally known I screwed all The Magnificent Seven. But as he’s said similarly, rustication produces unexpected results. Two teachers have already offered Sunday Specials, and after next week I’m hopeful to have more harlots on my Hit List, which is my dalliance diary….Mmmm,” he moaned as she leaned forward, and kissed him hard. “Might I merit a mention….William?” she murmured, as soon as they’d separated.

 “Again, I’d be honoured,” he replied, “alas my study’s locked at the moment, but any time after next Friday’s available. Unlike the Cunt Casanovas, I’ve no shortage of slots….” he paused, “….I know membership of your dorm’s a nuisance for nooky, but it isn’t insurmountable. My frightful fagmistress is The Green Goddess, who’s achieved astronomical success….and she was one of The Six Sneaks in Year LXXXVIII. May I cordially suggest a change of nickname for next year? Instead of Loo Roll, we might make it Rock’n’Roll, as another Mental Makeover….Mmmm.” This time, the kiss lasted much longer. “It’s as well I spunked so soundly….Rocky,” he said, “otherwise I’d be terribly tempted to treat my tool to your twat, and we wouldn’t want The Big One. So Will’s wily willy will wait a while for wickedness….” what wit, as slightly shakily, he stood up, “….we’d best find my clothes.”

 She picked up her pile, and together they continued several steps towards the next set of windows. Sure enough, in the limited light of the quadrangle courtyard he could see more items of apparel. First, he found his pink jacket, followed by socks. Both shoes had bounced badly, however subsequent searching revealed them both by a drainpipe. Then it was his Knackerpants, and finally his shirt and tie. “I haven’t the heart to demand my dues,” she said, “since it seems you’ve already suffered substantial scrotum stretching. But I’ll do so another time, since I wouldn’t want to miss out.” So No Good Turn Goes Unpunished, as the unwritten rule put it so pithily.

 “You can definitely do so during our date,” he assured her as they approached the double doors, “I’m afraid I once was a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am man….but really no longer, so much I’ve learned. Apparently, it’s something Tits Worth was always saying to sodding Shagger….since he was lucky enough to have her as his Tutress for a term: Always give the lovely Lady what she wants, never mind your own dirty and deviant desires….” then you may be rewarded with cute cunt….starting, it seemed, with Alice Tetsworth’s twat, “….after you.” He held a door open, and then followed her inside. Together, they padded back to the Curfew Monitor’s desk, which was devoid of customers.

 “You took your own sweet time,” said Tennessee Tim, “I hope it’s streaks of cunt cream and not spunk I can see, you appallingly bad boy….” his nose wrinkled, “….pussy pleasing isn’t an activity at all applicable to macho males….” so there it was again, “….although I’m happy for fun fellatio….” strange how such a stance now seemed so stunningly stupid? “….clothes on the desk, and both of you bend over again. It’ll be your remaining three strokes each….and there’s another three for Wanker Boy Will….” really? “….those sentiments towards sodding Shagger mean two for Disrespectful References about a prefect, plus the Vulgarity….” as he’d just repeated, but fine for him. “Yes, Sir,” he said instead as they both assumed the Position, “….we’ll say staccato style, in threes.”

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“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” he yelped.

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“Yeee..HEEE..EEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” she repeated, “I’m sorry for being Out Of Dorm after curfew, Sir….ohh….ohh,” she added as her stripes were stroked with the stick. “Be a good chap and check for more naughty nipples, Shanks,” said the prefect. “My pleasure, Sir,” he admitted as he duly did the dirty deed, “guilty as charged, Sir.” So the same statement in an hour, only now it was HER hiney upon which he was pronouncing pain.

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“Yarooo..OOO..HOO….SIX….six of the very best, thank you, SIR,” he gasped, “I’m so sorry as well, Sir. I know I needed them….and I should always be properly polite about my Betters.”

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“Yarooo..HOOH..OOOH….SIX….six strokes, thank you, SIR,” she gasped, “I know I’ve naughty nipples, and thank you for swishing me so soundly a second time, Sir.” There were several sordid sniggers from the scholars who’d accumulated with their own clothes. “Please, Sir,” he said, “having had an interesting conversation with this feloness, I was wondering whether a Mental Makeover might be in order. We could commence with a new nickname, and perhaps Loo Roll might be replaced with Rock’n’Roll.” He looked around, and saw several smiles.

  “An excellent plan,” said Tennessee Tim, “so I suggest it be put onto The Bush Telegraph immediately. Anyway, to bed for you both….though obviously not the same one….” for now, “….I’ll enjoy thinking about you taking your time of trials and tribulations in The Six Sneaks.” So would he, now reckoning on rather enjoying it….well, a little. Painfully they both stood, picked up their clothes, and padded away holding hands towards the stone steps. “I’ll admit it was fun tweaking your tantalizing tit, Rocky,” he ventured as they tackled the first flight, “which is good going, since I’m not normally a boobs boy.” Inevitably, they could hear the first flogging, coupled with cries of posterior pain from his younger brother.

  “Flatterer….” she said, turning slightly towards him, whilst wiggling her waist, “but if you wish, I’ll walk ahead of you….” YES! “….this time you can try Touching Tarts’ Tushes, the same as you were wanting to do earlier to The Lousy Twins….” she matched action with words, “….ohh….ohh….ohh….stroke my stripes….ohh….ohh….fuck….I’m cumming again.” A second, smaller jet of cunt cream shot out onto the Level 1 landing. “Lick it up,” she said, “since someone might slip.” In for a penny, or indeed a new pound. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, “a penance I’ve never performed previously, but there’s a first time for everything.” He dropped to his knees, and mouthed the offending liquid….totally tasteless, but not unpleasant.

 Finally, he finished. “I’m impressed,” she said as he stood, and they continued their climb. “Who exactly ARE The Lousy Twins….?” he asked, a couple of minutes later as they reached the Level 5 landing, “….I don’t recall dishing them discipline during the year, and thus far I’ve only seen their pleasingly pleated pink skirts.” She pulled his hand. “I’ll do you introductions to everyone,” she said, “which won’t take long….” they passed Dorm 6V, with the sad silence which so often categorized The Six Virgins, “….belatedly it occurs to me The Six Wankers is immediately above us, so except for a floor, we won’t be very far apart for the next week.” Next it was Dorm 6T, with The Six Teasers, before their destination.

 Dorm 6S

The Six Sneaks

Again, he held open the door for her, and followed her inside. Five floozies were present, all wearing pink nighties. They both made they way to bed F, and dropped their piles of pink clothes. “Good evening, everyone,” he said politely to several scowls, “this is simply a courtesy call. For anyone wanting revenge for past grievances, I’ve agreed to be a voluntary victim with you all for a second successive split slot on Sunday evening, around eight o’clock….” five faces lit up, “….I’m happy for anything which happens to be broadcast far and wide, with any embellishments of your choice. Meantime, I introduce you to Rock’n’Roll….or Rocky for her firm and favourite friends, effective immediately.”

 There was a spontaneous round of applause. “Iron Will’s really quite a reformed character,” said the new Rocky, reflectively, “as apparently he attended a Reformatory during the Spring holidays….which is why he has what’s left of a crew cut. I can confirm he took tongue to twat in the quadrangle courtyard, despite being spunked out, and with no thought of any reward. He even licked up my worst excesses from the stone steps just now upon request after I’d….well, cum a second time. So we’ll go quickly around the dorm with introductions….starting with our captain….” traditionally in bed A, “….where we have Amy Winehouse….” The Whines, “….charmed, I’m sure, Ma’am,” he said, shaking her hand, “I believe we owe you for Madam Miffy’s new nickname?”

 She smiled. “Yes,” she said with her whiny voice, “I spotted her boarding a Roller one day in the Staff car park, with some sort of chauffeur, so it seemed she was more than well orf.” More like filthy rich, he supposed. “In bed B,” she continued, “we have Lydia Toulouse….” the twins padded towards them and stood side by side, “….with her Sister Charlotte in bed C….” which must make it easier to remember? “….Little To Lose, and Lots To Lose.” He shook hands with each. “Would you like a surreptitious stray and stroke….?” asked the former, “….we did a Detention earlier this evening, and failed to finish our Lines rather badly. We ended up with a nasty nine, plus another three upon arriving late for Prep.”

 He knelt down as they turned around, and leaned forwards slightly. “Uhh....” he moaned as he Strayed up each naughty nightie, “….uhh,” he added, handling two hot and hit hineys, “….uhhh….uhhh,” they both moaned identically as he stroked several stripes. “You won’t mind if we tell everyone about how you begged us on your knees to be allowed this luxury?” asked Lydia Toulouse. “Not at all, Mesdemoiselles,” he murmured. “Haven’t you….well, lots to lose?” asked Charlotte Toulouse wryly, however he shook his head. “Sodding Shagger set me up as a succubus stooge,” he explained, “one which I’ve just been obliged to out its identity….Tarka Susanna Boughs of The Flaunts....” there were several gasps, “….so what with rustication, my reputation has now reached rock-bottom….” beside him, Rock’n’Roll also bent forward, “….more Rocky bottom, please?” she murmured as he fondled her fetching fanny a second time, “UHHH….UHHH….yes….YESS,” she moaned.

 Then all three straightened up. “Perhaps we can continue this conversation on Sunday evening?” asked Little to Lose, “since you’ve little to lose.” Very droll….as they padded across the dorm. “It’s Maggie in the next bed,” said Rock’n’Roll, “or Magdalene Drage….so this gives you D for Dredge.” Another unfortunate surname, he agreed. “Charmed, Ma’am,” he repeated, holding and then kissing her hand. “If you touch my tush,” she said coldly, “I shall slap your face.” He shrugged. “Please do so anyway, Ma’am,” he said, “since I suppose I’ve done something to deserve it.” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” he gasped at two stinging slaps, “thank you so much, Ma’am.”

  Ruefully, he rubbed each check, as they continued to the next bed. “This is Evie, William,” she said, “or otherwise E for Evelyn Tenterden.” She stared at him with obvious….well, Evil Intent. “You caned me utterly unfairly in The Library last term….bastard boy,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion, “claiming I’d broken the No Talking rule. It was only to say Thank you to someone who’d picked up a book.” Oops….since he’d had a bad hair day, and was wanting to whack any available arse. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am,” he said, “on Sunday, you’ll be welcome to spank me soundly, or knacker my nuts….or both.” She smiled. “Genuine Jam Tomorrow,” she said, “so to speak. Meantime, I shall be sure to tell everyone of your kind offer.”

  Why not, as he picked up his pile of clothes from bed F? “Thanks….Shanks,” said the dorm captain, “it appears we’re all looking forward to our fun and frolics. I trust we’ll be treated to the sordid sight of eight inches’ erotic enjoyment? He nodded, “I shall endeavour to oblige, Ma’am,” he said, “although I can’t guarantee it, owing to two teachers’ Sunday Specials which I’ve been promised.” She stared at him. “Who with, you appallingly bad boy?” she demanded. “The Dreadful Griffin and Angular Angela, Ma’am,” he replied, “good evening everyone, and au revoir….” he turned to leave, “….ohh….ohh,” he murmured as his hit and hurting hiney was handled. “A particularly pert and punishable posterior,” muttered the dorm captain as he padded away, “you’ve done well….Rocky, since the reformed William Shanks definitely does seem to be our kind of critter. Perhaps we can put him to pony work, bearing in mind our interests in Equestrienne and Equestrian Entertainment Events?”

 Interesting indeed, as he padded out of the dorm, accompanied by a chorus of gracious Goodnights. He hadn’t expected to get along so well with them….surely one of the most difficult dorms to do so? Maybe, he mused, they were mildly misunderstood? Or perhaps they could be classed as closet Humiliatrices? Without realizing it, he’d reached the Level 5 landing again, and was half way up the final flight. Then there was nowhere to go but the quadrangle corridor, and again it was with a little lævorotatorial leaning….counter-clockwise. He passed Dorm 6Z with The Six Zebras. Right now, he could show THEM some stripes. Next it was Dorm 6Y, who’d kidnapped Rocky earlier. Big Ben was striking for 10pm as he reached his final destination.

 Dorm 6X

The Six X-hibiti♂nists

 He pushed open the door, and padded inside to find they were all lying in their beds. Hopefully, they weren’t wearing any football boots? The main dorm lights blinked off, as controlled from The Curfew Monitor’s console, and the only illumination left was from bed A. “Good evening, everyone….” he said as he continued towards bed Z. It was indeed by the Wankometer in the centre of the dorm, as promised, “….sorry I’m so late, but I’ve had a very busy evening….and The X-p♂sers send you their regards.” He put down his pile of clothes, and padded towards the dorm captain, who’d arisen.

 “I’m aware it’s past Lights Out, Sir,” he said, “but I’m ready to accept your authority with a Lick-And-A-Promise, if you wish?” The other nodded, exposing an errant erection. “I promise to obey your orders, Sir,” he said humbly, “and not to bring the dorm into disrepute.” Then he knelt down by the dick. “Uhhh….uhhh,” moaned his new dorm captain, as he lovingly licked the pulsing penis. “Thank you,” said the younger year, “stand up, and read this.” He accepted the sheet, which seemed to be a second sermon from Shagger.

  To The Six X-hibitionists –  Kindly keep confidential This is to advise you Wanker Boy Will’s to be rusticated for a week, commencing this Friday lunchtime. I’ve asked Terrence if he might be billeted with you….better by far than The Six Nasties, with whom I suffered for my similar period of penance. You’re entirely welcome to address any issues of unfair floggings at some stage, but when they’re out of the way, he’d appreciate any help with exhibitionism. His first Victim night will be with The X-posers- (who he treated VERY badly last week) but who also ought to provide Helpful Hints. Thus he won’t be with you until late. Might I mention he’s learning a lot, and despite being a Dominant dolt, isn’t the same bad beast. His venture into Madam Dee’s Reformatory over the Spring holidays (hence crew cut) is proof positive. Best swishes, Shagger.

“A warm welcome….Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “my name is Aesop Hislop. You may remember, having hit my hiney hard on several occasions over the year….” Oops, “….Arse Up Aesop, which you said so succinctly before giving me some stick….” Oh, dear, “….as you can see, Shagger’s graciously given you to us for the week. I have no idea why he’s being your Guardian Angel like this, since it’s much more than you might merit. Either he owes you….” a little, at least, “….or he believes you’re capable of redemption back into the human race….” he shrugged, “….whilst there’ll be plenty of possibilities for getting even, it won’t be as awful an experience as was HIS experience in the Autumn term….” he stared at his soft shaft, “….it seems you’ve spunked. What’s worse, your cheeks are covered with cunt cream, so clearly you’ve not been in dorm 5X all evening….” he padded around him, “….a particularly pert and punishable posterior….” it seemed the running gag was still going strong, “….best wash your face, and get to bed. You can shower in the morning, along with us all. The short walk will be your first formal faltering foray into exhibitionism. You should always show yourself off to any appreciate audience with personality, poise and panache….” as they’d said downstairs, “….rather than shame….even if on this occasion you can’t strut your stuff.”

 It was a dismissal. “Ohh,” he murmured as again his posterior was patted patronizingly. With all eyes on him, he picked up his toiletries, before padding proudly down the dorm, his head held high. “Looks like The x-p♂sers have already taught him a few tips, Sir,” said the bad boy in bed C as he passed by. He smiled sweetly as he continued towards the shower room. Almost automatically, he looked for the hot tap, before remembering there wasn’t one. Cold water was all on offer, so he filled the basin. “Ughhh,” he moaned as he soaped his face, before removing all traces of Rocky’s recent excesses.

 Then he cleaned his teeth, before retreating back into the main dorm. “Before anyone asks,” he said, “I spent some time subsequently with The Six Sneaks….” there were several gasps, “….with whom I’ll be spending some of Sunday evening as a voluntary victim….following on from The flaunts.” He set down his stuff onto his bedside cabinet, and put on his new pink pyjamas. “Not tomorrow?” asked the incumbent from bed F. “No,” he replied, “since The Dreadful Griffin set me up with The Knackies and the H♀♀kers. Anyway, there’s still a few further unfilled evenings of erotic entertainment. If you’d like to have Monday with which to do your worst, perhaps afterwards we can be firm friends….and I might have your help in keeping me out of trouble? I don’t want any difficulties with dorm dildos delivered up the derrière from The Six Lezzies.”

 There were several sniggers. “It’s a deal,” said the dorm captain, “and as the scouts say, we’ll DOB DOB DOB….” or otherwise Do Our Best, “….goodnight, Shanks.” The words were repeated from around the dorm. “Goodnight, everyone,” he replied, as he crept into bed Z. At least it hadn’t been apple-pied, something he’d been half-expecting. “Ohh,” he gasped as his raw rear reminded him again of what a bad boy he’d been. Quickly, he turned onto his side, even as the remaining light was extinguished. It had, he reflected, been a….well, hell of a day. But what was the witticism from sodding Shagger? Yes….seven such without prefect’s privileges made one weak….very fucking funny. Slowly and painfully, he slipped into sleep.

 To be continued

 

Three thorough thrashings

prefect's punishment parlour