Chapter 233 - part (4) of (4)

 Last Interlude

 Suddenly, he was aware of The Ice Maiden standing beside him, followed seconds later by The Pirate. He glanced across at their Lines. “You’re the first,” said the teacher, “so step out again for your Closure Canings.” With difficulty, he closed his ears and concentrated on his own work. From now on it would be worse, with more detainees dished due discipline. Desperately, he increased his writing speed, hoping this wouldn’t be at the expense of accuracy? All errors rendered the sheets Inadmissible, which were doubled and done again during another Detention. Suddenly, he was finished. “Ohh,” he whispered as he stood up, and his seat was separated from the spikes.

 “Just under the wire by a whisker, Wanker Boy Will,” said the teacher wryly, “everyone else should stop writing, and await their whacks….” she motioned him forward, “….six of the best, it seems….including three for posturing your pulsing penis so provocatively….” she licked her lips, “….hand me your Short Shirt, since it will be a naked caning….” slowly, he did so, “….the same as when we celebrate a VE Day….” he’d HAVE to find out what they were all about? “….Edith tells me you’re going to be a voluntary victim this evening….” was EVERYONE aware of it? “….I’ll drop this into dorm 6X a little later. It will mean no defenestration by The Brownie Babes, so I’ve saved you some swishing.” At least six strokes, maybe more….unless he’d spunked? “Thank you, Ma’am,” he said, as he assumed the Position again.

 Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yeeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” he yelped, “thank you, MA’AM.”

 Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yeowww..WOWW..OWWW….SIX,” he gasped, “six of the best, thank you, MA’AM. Thank you for swishing me so soundly, Ma’am….ohh,” he added as his stripes were stroked with the stick. “Report to my study tomorrow morning at eleven o’clock, Shanks,” she said curtly, “now disappear, since I’ve several more sinners to swish.” Completely confidently he stood up, and without his willy waving wildly.

 She stared at it for a long second. “Eight inches of erotic enjoyment,” she muttered, as he padded away. Surely he was making progress with pussy? “Ill met by moonlight….Wanker Boy Will,” said Kelly Morgan, as he emerged into the corridor, “what happened to your Short Shirt?” He shrugged. “I’m afraid The Dreadful Griffin kept it in order to prevent defenestration, Mesdemoiselles,” he replied, “thus saving me a trip to the Curfew Monitor at half past nine.” They grinned. “So your uniform no longer protects you,” said Karen Eis, “and it means the No-Knackering-Outside-Your-Year no longer applies….” oh, dear, “….since you’re wearing Naccatape, you can be our balls bulb boy….well, you would anyway in dorm, but now we get another go at your gonads.”

 He adopted the Position For Pain, whilst waiting for the worst. “UGHHH….UGHHH,” he gasped, as his scrotum was squeezed, similar to an old-fashioned motorcar horn from yesteryear, “….BEEP BEEP,” he added with the sickly smile required in such circumstances. It was similar to the so-called swishees’ smirk. She released him, however it was a temporary respite. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped at another two tugs by Kelly Morgan.

 “Do feel free to….well, feel free,” said Karen Eis, as they started away, with one Brownie Babe on each side, “We saw your looks of lust….” rumbled, “….let me know if you want to go onto my Screwing Schedule….” presumably her dalliance diary? “….we’ll both be deflowered next February, so any time in April will work well….ohh….you RUDE wretch,” she added as he fondled their flogged fannies. So what they’d just done to him didn’t count? But thus it was ever the case at St Sticks, with one rule for the wretches, and none at all for the innocent young Ladies. Even so, he was still happy with their offer. Earlier, he’d seen two confounded Cunt Casanovas with Templar Tarts in tow. He had to agree it….well, felt good, even if in his case they were only Brownie Babes’ bare bottoms.

 “I suppose it’s sodding Shagger who’s doing the dirty deed, Karen?” he asked sourly as they reached the Dorm wings entrance hall. They passed the Curfew Monitor’s desk, empty at this early hour. “It’ll be a traditional threesome with him and Relay,” she said demurely, “I’m reckoning on being Relayed first….and Shaggered second. I’m sure a slit of such stature should command two Cunt Casanovas craving coitus.” True….so Raymond Lee strikes yet again. “Please mark me down….Ma’am….” he muttered as they started up the empty stone steps. They weren’t exactly echoing, since they were all barefoot, “….and you too if you wish….Ma’am,” he added for The Pirate’s benefit. “I’ll make a note in my Penis Provider,” replied The Pirate, as they reached the Level 1 landing.

 “I do ask for a deposit of derrière discipline,” said Karen Eis, “it’s six strokes, Shanks. I’ll attend your study on Friday at five o’clock following restoration, to collect payment….” damn her arrogance, but he knew he’d do it. “Yes, MA’AM….” he muttered, as they rounded the quadrangle corridor, “….it can’t be any more humiliating than you caning me in class.” She sniggered softly, “….to be flogged in front of your fags.” Things Can Always Get Worse, he reflected upon the unwritten rule as they reached their destination. The journey from the Teaching wings had seemed short, but Time Flies when you’re having fun. “I’ll look forward to later….wanker boy,” said Kelly Morgan, fluttering her eyelashes at him in fetching floozy fashion.

     

Dorm 4K

The Knackies

 Then she was away. “She’d make a good Hooker, Ma’am,” he suggested, as he watched her waist wiggle. “It’s her plan B, Shanks,” Karen Eis replied, “in case she flunks her O-Levels, and fails to make it into the 6^th form.” Fair enough, as he pushed open the dorm door. “After you, Ma’am,” he said courteously, as he followed her inside. There were a further five fetching floozies, all wearing their Short Shirts and nothing else. “Good evening, Shanks,” said a Superior soul, holding a brown leather body harness. Presumably she was the dorm captain? He followed Shagger’s lead from earlier in the day, dropped to his knees and adopted the Position For Penance. His arms were fully forward, and it was one well-worthy of worship.

 “This is somewhat unexpected, Karen,” she said, “since I suspected we’d have all sorts of silly arguments about debagging….as so often happens with Dominant dolts. But what happened to his Short Shirt?” There was a slight sniff. “The Dreadful Griffin took it, Ma’am….” she replied, the salutation confirming her status, “….to save him collecting it from the quadrangle courtyard….” with everything this entailed, “….I suspect she has a soft spot for him….” indeed, “….in between her lovely legs….” rumbled, “….but he’s still wearing Naccatape, as you can see.” He spread his legs, in order to facilitate her further. “You’ve done well, Karen,” she said, “I won’t worry with introductions, since he can discover everyone’s names when he signs each Stretch Slave Sheet. But he can be our balls bulb boy first….me first.” He gritted his teeth. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped.”

Four minutes, and five further such scrotum stretches later, they were finished. Already his scrotum seemed an inch longer, yet he knew this was simply for starters. “Such fun, Shanks,” she said, “I’ll knacker your nuts, and then you can sign my sheet.” He gritted his teeth. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, “AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I submit, MA’AM.” He waited whilst a piece of paper was placed by his hand, plus pen. Matilda Hunter, it said on her sheet, as he signed away his pride.

“Ma’am’s Tilla The Hun,” Karen Eis kindly confirmed, “and now it’s my turn. I got your gonads to be going on with yesterday during sharks, Shanks….” in The Swimming Pool, “….I’d expected to complete the process in the changing rooms afterwards, but Mississippi collected your clothes….drat her. Are you going to screw her at some stage?” Well sussed. “I expect so, Ma’am,” he muttered, “after my restoration. She said her study door was always open, should I find myself at a….well, loose end one evening. Since I haven’t a surfeit of suitors on my Hit List….” unlike the confounded Cunt Casanovas, whose calendars were completely congested, “….I’m hoping to take up her kind offer….AHHH….” more, “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I submit, MA’AM.” He watched whilst another pair of pins appeared before his eyes. “You’ll want the reverse, Shanks,” she said, “since I’VE a surfeit of stretchees.”

 She placed it on the dorm floor….interesting, as he saw David Shagton. This signature was many moons ago, so presumably he’d submitted during Year LXXXVIII? Then he signed a second time. “Your turn, Tess,” said the dorm captain. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….I submit, MA’AM.” He focussed on the sheet….Tessa Soham. “Younger Sister to the present prefect Ruth Soham, I suppose….?” SLAPP “….ask no questions, Shanks,” she said, “but in answer to your impertinence, she’s Show’em….and I’m Show’em Next. Have you screwed Sis?”

 He shook his head. “No, Ma’am,” he admitted, “she never asked, but I’d have turned her down anyway, having hailed from The Six Sneaks last year. However, I’m due to attend dorm 6S tomorrow evening. It should be interesting, since I’ve been able to instigate a minor Mental Makeover for Loo Roll….” Louise Roccella-Roland, “….who’s now known as Rock’n’Roll. I’ve assured them all about any embellishments they want to add onto my experiences being altogether acceptable, since my standing in the community at large is already rock-bottom….” or rather Rocky bottom, as she’d said, “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHH….I submit, MA’AM.” This time it was Martha Harrie.

 “Before you ask,” she said sniffily, “I’m Marta Hari….” after the famous femme fatale, “….younger Sister to Debbie….” also in his year, “….have you done Debs?” Again, he shook his head. “She’s another disciplinary Domme,” he said, “and once one of The Six Knackerers….as you’ll probably be in two years’ time. Up until now, I’ve only screwed sweet subbies, but I too have had what amounts to another Mental Makeover….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….I submit, MA’AM.” He squinted as he saw it was Lauren Eastleigh. “Leastly and lastly,” she said, “it’s Leastly, followed by Lastly.”

 Very witty. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….I submit, MA’AM,” he gasped as he signed Lauren Lustleigh. “Thank you, Shanks,” said Tilla The Hun, “don’t worry, we’ll all be demanding our dues….” he wasn’t, “….we’ll just affix your harness, which will put you into the….well, swing of things.” Ha bloody ha….but from where it had originated was anyone’s guess? Conceivably, it could have been sodding Shagger up to his old tricks again? They all crowded around him, and once again it wasn’t an unpleasant experience to be handled in familiar fashion by half a dozen Brownie Babes.

 “Ohh….ahh,” he gasped as various busy fingers slipped his scrotum through a small metal ring and then hauled hard on it to tie up the various straps around his waist. Then it was a bridle over his head, “MMMM,” he moaned as a brown rubber bit was slipped between his teeth.” Dorm captain’s privilege, Shanks,” she said, “so I’ll do the first run….” she sat down on his back, and being only a Brownie Babe she was a light load, “….giddy up, steed….” yes, MA’AM, “….MMMM,” he moaned as she pulled hard on his reins, and tugged at his testicles.

 Carefully, he crawled down the dorm, accompanied by all the others, and then the same for the return run. “Again, Shanks,” she ordered imperiously. His knees were starting to object, and yet she was only the start of six. “Such fun, Shanks,” said the dorm captain, “I think Karen next.” He looked up at the Ice Maiden and Leched Longingly all over again. “MMMM….” he moaned as he felt her bare bottom on his back….SMACKK “….AHHH,” he added as someone slippered his seat. “You didn’t damn’ well moan when I sat on your back, did you?” asked Tilla The Hun petulantly, “and what’s worse, it was the same with sodding Shagger.”

 So it seemed he’d definitely done this dorm in similar circumstances? “O..wee, aa..a,” he mumbled from behind the bit, which was the nearest he could get to, ‘sorry Ma’am.’ He crawled and crawled, and in Karen Eis’ case it was a labour of love. It was as close as he’d ever been to her cute cunt, before finally fucking it for her next year. “My turn, Ma’am,” said Show’em Next, “I shall slipper him all the way there and back. He once caned me in The Canteen, simply because a pea rolled off my plate and fell on the floor….SMACKK “….AHHH….” SMACKK “….AHHH….” he gasped as he crawled up and down the dorm.

 After taking two further trips, she’d stood up, and been replaced by Marta Hari. She was followed by Leastly, and lastly by Lastly. He’d thought they were finally finished, however they simply started all over. He glanced up at the dorm wall clock, and saw it was somehow 8.07pm. “We’ve time for testicular torment,” said the dorm captain, “so down to the distant end of the dorm, and lie flat on the floor….” he padded away and watched whilst they busied themselves with a brown elasticized cord through a ceiling pulley. “Ahhh….ahhh….AHHH,” he gasped as he was hauled higher by his balls.

 Then the free end was tied to a wall. “Now we’ll give you a rousing rendition,” she said, “it’s the chorus from one of our favourite pop songs from the swinging sixties. It’s Glad All Over, by kind courtesy of The Dave Clark Five….” they all giggled, “….there’s some audience participation involved. We’ll sing it through six times, since we’ll each demand our dues….” he recalled the song easily enough, “….you can confirm your status at the close….” they all stroked themselves where they shouldn’t, so clearly this was all a terrific twat turn-on, “….and we’re fee..ling,” ….AHHH..AHHH,” ….glad all over….since we’re stret..ching,”….AHHH..AHHH,” ….stretching scrotum….Rack And Ruin,” ….AHHH..AHHH,” ….stretch some semen….show..ing how Sup..er…i..or we are.”

 Big Ben was striking for 8.15pm when the sixth stretch had been completed. “Uhhh,” he moaned, seeing some suspicious spots of spunk sliding off onto the wooden floor, “I am so much your stretch slave, Mesdemoiselles….ohh,” he added as the cord was released, “it puts me in mind of the Seesaw, which is something to be found in Reformatories….” six faces seemed puzzled? “….you tie two terrors together with the rope too short, so only one at a time can lie flat. Then they take a time of terrible torment, whilst you all read and recline at your leisure.” There were several sniggers, as Lastly dabbed him down with a tissue.

 “A sound suggestion, Shanks,” said the dorm captain, “we’ll certainly do so the next time we’ve two victims. For now, it’s time we handed you over to The H♀♀kers….” out of the frying pan into the fire? “….thank you for your time, trouble and testicles this evening….” very witty, “….you may hug us each….” he’d be happy to do so, “….fondling fannies is fine.” Oh joy….as he worked his wicked way along the line. “Karen can accompany you across to our colleagues in crime,” said Matilda Hunter, “riding shotgun, so to speak.”

 Although it was unlikely there’d be any posses out at this late hour. “Thank you, Ma’am,” he said, “goodnight, everyone.” Then he and The Ice Maiden padded together out of the dorm.  “If you’d care to call on me next Saturday morning, Karen….” he said, as they continued round the quadrangle corridor, “….I’ll be pleased to pay your deposit, as discussed. I’m in study 13 on Level 2.” Then they reached their destination.

 

Dorm 4H

The H♀♀kers

♀pen f♀r Business

 She mouthed him a kiss, and wiggled away. Hell….how he’d enjoy wanking worthlessly with her right now. She turned the corner onto the second quadrant, and was lost from sight. “You can wank if you wish….Wanker Boy Will,” said a vixen’s voice from behind him. He too turned and saw The Pirate standing there, as he’d never seen her before. To say the Happy Hooker hosiery suited her perfectly was an understatement. The crimson-coloured miniskirt so short it was decent by only half an inch was simply made for her. He shivered slightly and his shaft strained whilst he drank in the matching fishnet tights and jacket.

 OMG….as he imagined worshiping the crimson-coloured boots with stiletto high heels which accompanied the apparition. A studded collar, plus much mascara and lipstick completed the picture of a sexy siren out to pull in the punters. “Ohh….MA’AM,” he said. “SUCH a stud….” she whispered, slipping her hand under his arm, “….do you want some business, bad boy….?” he nodded, dumbly, “….so step inside to see some suitable slits….even if they’re not screwable.” He followed her into the dorm, where a further five floozies were sitting on their beds. They’d rolled up their skirts, with what was colloquially called the Tart’s Trademark. Since it was their only item of apparel, they were almost in the altogether.

 “We know you were once one of The Wanker Boys,” she said, knowingly, “and likewise last year in The Six Wankers….” dorms 5W and 6W, “….so your secret sins are sussed….” rumbled, “….Primula Proffer provided us with some pointers for punters….” what wit, “….during her Shagger’s Schoolday Sojourn at the beginning of term….” Ohh, “….we’re good time girls, but we want one as well. So first of all, you can watch whilst we do ourselves with the dorm dildo. Peeking at pleased pussy is naughty, so do we need to knacker you into submission, or will you sign our sheets after being our balls bulb boy?”

 He cupped his crotch. “It’s a deal,” he replied, “especially after what I’ve been through with The Knackies.” He padded across to bed A, accompanied by The Pirate. “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he moaned as his nuts were knackered. “Ma’am is Hell’n’highwater,” she said, as he signed the Stretch Slave Sheet for Helen Pond. “We’ve all been wanking whilst waiting….UHHH….wanker boy,” she said as she stroked her slit with the vibrator, “so our twats are totally turned on….UHHH….UHHH….yess….YESS.” She shook with obvious orgasmic ecstasy, whilst his penis pulsed. Then she handed the dorm dildo to him. “Now it’s your turn to give me a good going over,” she said, “I want at least a dozen complete cums.”

 It was a full fifteen minutes later before he was finally finished, and he passed the vibrator to The Pirate. Then they turned their attention to  the occupant of bed B, who’d been fingering herself furiously. “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped. “She’s Mars Attacks, wanker boy,” said Kelly Morgan as he signed the sheet for Marcia Tackley. “I want what she had,” she said, recounting the well-worn witticism from the ancient movie When Harry Met Sally. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned successively, “yess….yess….YESS.”

After another quarter hour, they padded around to bed C. “One lunchtime in the playground last term,” she said, “there was a piece of paper blowing about in the wind. You claimed I’d dropped it….but why pick on me, you big bully? Why….why?” He remembered it well. “I’m so sorry,” he said, “I’d had a hard day, and your hiney happened to be handy.” She glared at him. “She’s The Why? Bird,” said Kelly Morgan, “or had you noticed?” He had indeed. “I think you deserve a double dose,” she said, “since your sins have come home to….well, roost.” Very good. “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped, “UGHHH..UGHHH….BEEEP BEEEP.” Then he signed her off….Yvonne Burdsall. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned, “I’m cumming…..yess….YESS….YESS.”

 Then they padded across the dorm to bed D. “The End Is Nigh,” she said ominously. “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he moaned. Oh, very droll, as he signed the sheet for Nyree Endsleigh. Patiently, he waited whilst she wanked, and eventually the end was….well, nigh. “OOOH….” she moaned, clearly going to be an OO girl, “….OOOH….yess….OOOH….YESS.” They turned to bed E. “May Day….May Day,” muttered The Pirate with a slight smile, so probably another nickname? “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped. Quite correct, since she was Martha Deighton. “Uhhh….uhhh….uhhh….uhhh….uhhh….uhhh,” she moaned, “yes….YESS.”

 Together, they continued around to bed F. “UHHH..UHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he moaned, before signing The Pirate’s sheet. “Miss Kelly is a pussy pain slut, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, spreading her legs, “and I take taps to the twat….” she gave a giggle, “….sometimes I slap my slit….like this….” Smackk “….Oww….” Smackk “….Oww….” Smackk “….Oww….now I hardly need the vibrator….UHHH….yes….UHHH….yess….YESS….YESS….” her eyes eventually opened, “….though obviously I’ll have it anyway, so get busy.”

The time was 9.19pm before she was satisfied. “Now….uhhh….it’s your tool’s turn,” she said, “we’ve all agreed how we’ll help you from your frustrations….” she arose, and on cue, so did all the others, “….since you’re a Dominant dolt, you’ve never attended any of my Wanko Whacks For Cute Cunt Classes….” not likely, “….they don’t work quite like this, but we’ll show you something of what you’ve been missing. We wanton wicked wenches will watch whilst you wank, if you wish….?” he reddened, as one of his most secret sins was laid bare, “….we’ll make it a Yes, so you can give it a whirl. Do you want us to keep your crimes confidential?”

 He shook his head. “As I’ve learned from sodding Shagger,” he said as he followed her to the centre of the dorm, “there’s no such thing as bad publicity.” There were five floozies standing in a line, with their slits spread sinfully. “Bend over, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, “and start stroking….stating some sins. It’ll be the slipper from Miss Kelly, which won’t stop until you shoot some semen.”

 He assumed the Position….SMACKK “….Oww….I can’t get cunt….uhhh….” SMACKK “….Oww….I want to poke pussies….uhhh,” SMACKK “….Oww….but I’m a worthless wanker,” SMACKK “….Oww…I peruse plenty of porn publications,” SMACKK “….Oww….I’m a pathetic panty per…uhhh….vert,” SMACKK “….Oww….I’ve always wanted to stand starkers like this….uhhh,” SMACKK “….Oww….with sluts staring as I stroke my shaft….uhhh,” SMACKK “….Oww….eyeing my eight inches of erotic enjoyment,” SMACKK “….Oww….laughing and leering at the losers,” SMACKK “….Oww….it’s horrendously humiliating….uhhh,” SMACKK “….oww….but also erotic exhibitionism and exposure….UHHH….OMG I’m spunking….UHHH….YESS….YESS.” He watched whilst several spurts of semen fell onto the floor. “Better, bad boy?” she asked, as they smiled knowingly. “Yes, thanks,” he agreed, “MUCH better….and I’m honestly grateful to you all for the….well, therapy.” He accepted a tissue and wiped his willy.

 “It’s almost Curfew time,” said Tilla The Hun, “so you can be away. Kelly told us how The Dreadful Griffin took your Short Shirt.” He hugged each of them in turn, “Goodnight, Mesdemoiselles,” he said, a sentiment returned to him some six times as he padded out of the dorm. Big Ben was striking again, this time for 9.30pm, as he padded outside in light-headed post-coital bliss. Then he reached the Level 1 landing, and with an effort turned upwards. Ordinarily, he’d need to meet the Monitor, and collect his Curfew Caning.

With difficulty, he fought off a horrible urge to go down anyway. Then he could spy on the stairs at some swishings….sheer Schadenfreude. But had the fetching floozies from his own year been quite so forward? Maybe they might, however he’d never found out further? Perhaps playing poker in dorm hadn’t been such a sound strategy? It was too early to meet any victims, but being barefoot the empty stone steps weren’t exactly echoing. Even so, he could hear distant discipline wafting on the wind. He reached the Level 6 landing, and continued counter-clockwise. Or, as sodding Shagger had said, with a little lævorotatorial leaning.

 

Dorm 6X

The Six x-hibitI♂nists

 “Good evening, Sir,” he said easily, and proudly posturing his placid penis. “Good evening, Shanks,” said Aesop Hislop lying naked on bed A, “from your soft shaft, it seems you’ve spunked….as indeed have I. As is evident, there’s only me here at the moment. Everyone else is either playing away….” with pussy, presumably? “….or variously as voluntary victims. I daresay some will be back shortly.” He pursed his lips. “What about you, Sir?” he asked, curiously. “Which was what Gertrude wanted to know earlier,” he replied, “so I’ll tell you, too. It was something short of half past seven when she waltzed into the dorm, so I stood up.”

 “Good evening, Ma’am,” he said, his shaft straining, “this is an unexpected honour.” She smiled sweetly. “One is always assured of appreciation from an incorrigible exhibitionist,” she said, dropping the shirt onto bed Z, “although it will be three strokes, for failing an erection inspection, so assume an angle.” He bent over to be beaten. “Perhaps we might make it more, Ma’am,” he murmured, “to include all manner of Inappropriate thoughts about your person.” She giggled, girlishly. “Certainly,” she said, “so say six strokes….simply for starters.”

“The second six were harder,” he said, “but it was always the same when I was one of The Boys In Blue last year in her English class.” Presumably with her so-called VE Days?

“You may arise,” she said at the conclusion of the caning, “and, as a special concession, rub your raw rear.” Very reasonable. “Huhh….Huhh,” he huffed. “Why are you here?” she asked, “surely you had a date for this evening….in a dorm of deviant damsels, or screwing somewhere?” He shrugged. “I’m sorry to say I was stood up,” he replied, “or rather, down. I was due to attend Miss Mary Ure’s study at six. Alas, she was watching the Naccarim Challenge matches, and took a shine to Will-o’-the-wisp….” William Whist, who’d apparently been Shagger’s Exchange during Year LXXXVIII, “….despite all my attributes, I can’t compete with a confounded Cunt Casanova. She asked me very nicely if I’d stand aside….” so to speak, “….although she said she’d make it up to me.”

So a case of Genuine Jam tomorrow. “You’re most definitely my kind of critter, Arse Up Aesop,” she said, “you can attend MY study again next term, for further fun and frolics. I’ve always liked you with your arse up, but there’s all sorts of other Positions….” she mouthed him a kiss, “….after I leave, you can wank worthlessly….” really? “….I’ll reset the Wankometer when I get downstairs, and enter your details in the log as discipline duly dished.” Then she strutted seductively out of the dorm.

“Obviously I wasn’t about to pass up such a golden opportunity,” he said, “so I retrieved a copy of WANKER! from our secret stash. Then I plied penis with presented pussy porn pictures, the lovely Ladies leering and laughing….all along the lines of We Know You’re A Worthless Wanker, So Stroke Your Shaft.” Some sin with which he could definitely relate. “I’ve just enjoyed such a session, Sir,” he said, “with a bunch of Brownie Babes. I can recommend The H♀♀kers.” His de facto dorm captain nodded. “Miss Kelly’s something else again,” he agreed, “I’ve attended one of her Wanko! Whacks For Cute Cunt classes.”

Maybe he HAD been missing out? “It’s been a long day, Sir,” he said, “so I’ll bed down now, without waiting for the others.” Aesop Hislop nodded. “Fair enough, Shanks,” he said, “at least it’s Sunday tomorrow.” True….and with two Specials, too. “Ohh,” he murmured as he finally removed the Naccatape, and placed it onto his bedside cabinet together with his Short Shirt. Slowly, he climbed into bed Z. “Ahh,” he gasped as he accidentally lay on his back, and his raw rear reminded him of received rattan. Quickly, he turned over onto his side. “Goodnight, Sir,” he said, as he closed his eyes. “Sleep satisfied, Shanks,” was the reply.

To be continued……

 

 

stepmother stepsisters stick

Chapter 233 - part (3) of (4)

 Last Interlude

Big Ben was striking for 6pm when he was waiting in the Teaching wings along with all the other detainees of the day. He hadn’t bothered to check the list of available classes, since his Supervisor had already been selected. Holding Detentions on Saturday evenings was itself studied sadism by the school, since it broke up the weekend. “Hello….Wanker Boy Will,” said some sort of seductive soprano from behind him.

  He turned to see two Brownie Babes, both wearing their Short Shirts. OMG….it was Karen Eis and Kelly Morgan. “We may as well do our Detentions together,” said The Pirate, “and then we can escort you along to the Dorm wings afterwards….” a good plan, “….we wouldn’t want to have you kidnapped by any less deserving dorms….” no….We wouldn’t, “….did you have a particular preference for Supervisor?” He nodded. “The Dreadful Griffin asked me to choose her,” he said, “which I shall duly do.” Then they saw two teachers approaching along the corridor.

  “Follow me,” said Fuck Me Senseless, “those which wish.” There was the inevitable rush of dudes in her direction. As always, the lovely Lisa McFee-Sven-Sless was a popular property. “We’re with you, Ma’am,” he murmured to Gertrude Griffin, who smiled widely. “Thanks….Shanks,” she replied, “it’s better than being with the Woolwich.” The wonderful witticism based on the building society of old. Together, with several other dutiful detainees, they followed her.

Room 232

 “Everyone will stay standing,” she ordered, as they padded inside. Together they took one of the front benches, with him in the centre. Then he saw something on the seats which he’d not met previously. He knew them to be specially constructed rubber mats. “The usual rules apply,” she said, “does anyone NOT have any Lines already set….?” there was a surly silence, “….you may sit down and begin your work. Since it’s a Saturday, with no Prep, you can continue writing until seven. Should you finish beforehand, stand at your seat.” He gritted his teeth. “Ahhh….” he gasped as the fine matrix of short semi-sharp steel spikes dug into his sensitive seat, “….ahhh….ahhh,” he heard from the Brownie Babes, and similar sentiments all around the room. Then he took a sheet of paper.

 St Stricktlands

Putting the oo back into school

Use for one dozen Lines, and add continuation sheets as necessary. Ensure this and all others are correctly identified and totalled. Care should be taken to see there are no errors or omissions in your work. Any such sheet will be rendered Inadmissible, and the appropriate penalty applied. In particular the placement and positioning of all apostrophes must be chosen with extreme care. The intermediate spacing should only be used for long Lines. Credit will be given for neat and orderly work.

Scholar name:   Shanks, William Set by: Mrs Gertrude Griffin

Scholar dorm:    6W                               Supervisor (if applicable): Mrs Gertrude Griffin

Date set:                                     Detention date (if applicable)

  Oops….since he’d used his old dorm out of habit. Neatly, he tore the sheet in half and took another. This time he made it 6X, before adding the dates. Furtively, he glanced at the Brownie Babes sheets. Uh..huh….since he saw the name of Alixander Fall on each. The teacher was always one to dish Detentions, simply for being unable to draw. Indeed, he’d suffered several such himself, having been a Brownie Boy in Alix The Phallix’ Art class.

 1. I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.

 There were soft sniggers from either side of him as they saw his sins. But now it was time to put his brain back onto autopilot. It had been almost a year since he’d last done a Detention, and he’d almost forgotten how horrid they were. Obviously, sodding Shagger’s Natty New Seats Of Learning made matters much worse….at least from a posterior perspective. He turned his brain to other events of the afternoon, starting with the Challenge match. Of especial annoyance had been the sight of sodding Shagger. He’d still been dressed as the Sadistic Screw, and accompanied by two fetching floozies, one under each arm.

 He hadn’t recognized them, so presumably they were so-called Templar Tarts? They were dressed for the game, and wearing pink GIM uniform….Garments Inciting Misery. It included Crop Tops, which were a clever take on an existing garment. They were simply supposed to be sexily short….but not normally with nude nipples as a facilitation of taking taps to the tits. Their Shaming Shorts came complete with cut-outs at the back, with both buttocks bared….and what was called a cunt-out at the front.

 “Hello again, Wanker Boy Will,” he said, “I first met these lovely Ladies on my Exchange last year….” at the time, he’d thought sodding Shagger had drawn the short straw, but perhaps not? “….may I present the Twins….?” odd….since they were no such thing, “….Gemini Hacker and Gemini Fletcher….” very droll, and apparently an astronomical joke, “….normally known as Hacker The Knacker and Fletcher The Stretcher….” Oops, “….however they’ll be playing in the prefects’ match, so you’ll be spared their not-so tender mercies….” such a shame, “….this is William Shanks, famous for his fancy….as you can see….” proudly, he postured his penis, hoping to impress with his prowess? “….you ARE doing well, Will….without waving your willy wildly….” was he getting to enjoy exhibitionism? “….you may kiss their hands….” he bowed slightly and did so, “….he’s in our year, and a recently rusticated prefect….” thanks a bunch, “….do excuse us.” Then they waltzed away, with sodding Shagger firmly fondling both fannies in familiar fashion.

 6.  I am a Dominant  dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.

  Equally annoying had been Harry Herbert Orwell, who he remembered was sodding Shagger’s third cousin, a relationship only recently unearthed. He too had been handling the hineys of another two blonde beauties….with equally bonkable bushes.

 “Hello, Sir….” he said, as ever apparently unable to accept his reduced status, even though they were presently equals, “….may I introduce you to two of my firm friends on the Templar team….” he smiled again, his shaft still straining, “….this is Lee Abigail Lute….known as Absolutely, or Ab Fab….after the heritage TV sit-com.” Yes….with Joanna Lumley. She was simply stacked, and he wasn’t even a boobs boy, “Hello….big boy,” she said in a dark dusky contralto voice, “what’s your name?”

 He shivered slightly. “I’m William Shanks, Ma’am,” he murmured, “and looking forward to playing Naccarim with you….” or indeed anything else, “….and this is Jane Fonda….” obviously not the ancient Actress of the same name? “….Mmmm,” she murmured, “eight inches of erotic enjoyment….” another dark dusky contralto, “….a pity we’re pupils In The Pink....” SOD his wretched rustication, “….uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned as they both shook his shaft. “I’ll explain your position to them presently, Sir,” said Horrible Harry, as he too guided them away, softly stroking their seats.

  11. I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.

 “Ohh….ohh….ohh,” he whispered as two hands handled his thighs, one from each side. He’d wondered how long it would be before the Brownie Babes started Languishing Along Lads’ legs, and the answer was Not Much. His shaft strained from the sudden stimulation, however he knew what would happen next. Sure enough, The Ice Maiden raised her arm. “What is it, Eis?” asked Gertrude Griffin. “Please, Ma’am,” she replied, “Shanks has just been Stroking Sluts’ Slits….mine, in this instance.” He didn’t look up, however he could see her standing sternly in front of his desk. “Is this true, bad boy?” she asked.

 “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, perjuring himself in the process. Always Admit The Accusation, read the unwritten rule, Even If It Isn’t True. Innocent young Ladies were always believed implicitly at St Sticks, with the dose of derrière discipline doubled for a denial. “Kindly step out here, Shanks,” she said, “with Eis and Morgan.” Slowly, they padded to her desk. He glanced around the room, and everyone else was keeping their heads down. Perusal of punishment in progress was a further floggable felony, for which he’d suffered his share of swishings in the past.

 “I understand you two terrors can wield the weapon,” she said, “so apply three each in the staccato style. Then there’ll be three by me for B4….bend over, bad boy. You can offer contrition at the close.” She passed the cane to Karen Eis, who smiled widely as he assumed the Position. The Pirate stared down into his eyes, for another huge helping of PWEP….plus Schadenfreude, in spades. “Ohh….Ma’am,” muttered The Ice Maiden, “it’s such a particularly pert and punishable posterior.” So even the Brownie Babes appreciated his arse. “My point precisely,” replied the teacher, smoothly.

 Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yeeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” he yelped, “thank you, MA’AM.” Second and subsequent staccato style strikes stung much more, since they landed on the same spot. Then The Ice Maiden appeared before him, with Kelly Morgan commanding the cane.

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“Yeowww..OWWW..WOWW….SIX,” he gasped, “thank you, MA’AM.” OMG….she’d be so screwable at sweet sixteen. Then the teacher took charge of the tanning.

 Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yarooo..OOO..HOO….NINE,” he gasped, “a nasty nine, thank you, MA’AM. I deserved all my derrière discipline.” There were three separate sniggers. “Stand up, Shanks,” she said, “get back to your bench. The first thing you can do is to stroke some slit, since you’ve already paid the perjured penalty.” At least they’d been rumbled, as they padded back. “AHHH,” he gasped, since sodding Shagger’s sodding seats were now much worse with the whacks.

 Anyway, it was time for his reward. “Uhhh….uhhh,” she moaned, fetchingly. “I’ve found five floozies who were unable to keep their eyes off a rusticated prefect being beaten by Brownie Babes,” said Gertrude Griffin, “they know who they are, so step out here.” Interesting….as he saw six silhouettes slide past him. “I didn’t see you, bad boy,” she said, “so thank you for your honesty. What’s your name and dorm?” There was a second’s silence.

  “Please, Ma’am,” was the reply, “it’s Pye, Simon, of dorm 6G. I couldn’t resist peeking at his particularly pert, punishable and punished posterior.” She giggled girlishly. “So it’s Spy,” she said, “of the six Gays, who was….well, spying at Shanks’ sore seat?” Apparently, his hit hiney even appealed to a gay guy? Perhaps he ought to be flattered?

 12. I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.

Sheet (1) of (8)

Then he took a second sheet and headed it up before retreating into the annals of memory….back onto the playing fields, with Primula Proffer. She too had worn the Referee’s regalia, except unlike Have A Thrash, hers was perfect for Leopard-skin Lucy. The bad boys had retained their numbers from the earlier cross-country run, and those on the Tanningtown team had apparently arrived with theirs already applied.

 OMG….even her football boots matched. Idly, he wondered what it would be like to take a trample with the Walkover onto his torso….and tool? PEEEEP….went her whistle. “A warm welcome to all Templar Tarts and tanners today,” she said, “for the inaugural inter-school Naccarim Challenge. Your Mr Rory Hyde will referee for the prefects. Presumably he’s known as Rawhide, after the ancient TV series….?” there were several nods, so obviously his ability in the administration of the agonies was well-founded? “….the scores for both games will be totalled together, and the trophy awarded accordingly. I note our visitors have also been issued with Naccatape, which was a recent innovation for the game by prefect David Shagton….” she looked around, “….after a fella’s floored, the guilty girl is allowed to make him her balls bulb boy….” it was clear from the evil expressions this found favour, “….who’s Tanningtown captain for the pupils In The Pink?”

 One hand arose. “Please, Ma’am,” said a swarthy soul, “I’m Coe, William, of The Six Wankers.” She smiled. “Wilco,” she said wittily, “it’s customary to name teams after the captains, so you’d best be Wilco’s Wonders. Who do we have from St Sticks? “Rhys, Theresa, Ma’am,” said a singularly sexy specimen. Hell….hadn’t she humped Horrible Harry AND sodding Shagger? “The Token Straight Slut from The Six Lezzies,” she mused, “so it’ll be Rhys’s Racers….” she held up a coin, “….we’ll take the Toss-off….our Visitors can call.” He watched whilst she flipped a coin into the air, and caught it expertly “Tools, Ma’am,” he said, with his penis pulsing. “So it is,” she replied, “so you can kick off….places, everyone.” PEEP.

 His memory turned towards the sixth Scrunch….the one with his streak to stardom, and the moment of glory which had followed. As always, there were four fellas first, with two sinful sluts behind them. They were to protect the integrity of the front row, with one hand cupping each crotch. He’d been the bad boy at the back, known as the Lucky Bugger. His lot in life was to have his arms around the wenches’ waists….alas not handling their hineys. He’d unexpectedly retrieved the ball, and hadn’t been marked. He’d run well with it….whilst being hotly pursued by a phalanx of furious floozies.

 “Knacker’im….knacker’im,” he heard several shouts from an appreciative audience as he ran for his life….well, balls. Alas, the booted beauties could make better speed than him barefoot. With seconds to spare, he placed the ball on the ground over the Touch-up line….PEEP. “Well run, Shanks,” said the referee. “I’ll get you for this outrage,” muttered a Templar Tart, clearly some sort of sore loser.

 He’d watched whilst Racy Tracy had successfully taken the Convulsion, wondering with worry whether this would be his own fate? Alas, it had been the case a little later, immediately after the other team had scored for the first time. Then he’d duly been the….well, sore loser.

 “Celia Eire can do the honours, Ma’am,” said Wilco, “since it seems Sierra’s got a grudge against Shanks.” Oops….as he lay down, legs apart. She strutted up to him, and smilingly placed the football onto his best bits. “Huhh,” he huffed as she stroked herself softly where she shouldn’t. “The fear in fellas’ eyes always gets me just there,” she said, taking several steps back, and he girded his gonads for grief. “AYEEEEE,” he shouted as it was kicked off his crotch….PEEP went the whistle for what was the equalizer.

 Mentally he moved to the close of the game, when Big Ben had struck for 3.15pm.  

 PEEEEP….went the final whistle, and they’d won by a whisker. Now it was time for the Tanningtown tawse. “It will be one tap to the tush for each point scored against your team,” she said, “so it’s six for Wilco’s Wonders and five for Rhys’s Runners. I understand we’ve St Templars to thank for the phrases of Being Bothered By Beating, and also The Position For Pain….” by James sodding Stainham, “….who also suggested today’s events in a Templar Treatise….” something he hadn’t known, “….is Stun’em here today….? he saw an arm raised, “….see me afterwards, since I’d like to show him my appreciation personally….” doubtless some screwing in her study, for another confounded Cunt Casanova.

 Apparently, he’d also fucked Jane Fonda, “….when last revising the rules for Naccarim, our august Head of PT followed our Sister school’s lead. They now include a tap to the testicles following failure of an erection inspection….” there were several sniggers from the sluts, “….however her Crop Tops enable easy examination of naughty nipples….” there were looks of horror, as several sluts massaged their mammaries and moaned, “….with a tap to the twat for those who fail….” she smiled sweetly, “….in a spirit of egalitarian equality….which I reckon includes ALL the guilty girls.” Not before time either, since the deviant damsels had been let off lightly for too long.

 He’d had his five from Fonder, followed by an acute agony. He’d have liked to return the favour, however she’d been done by the time it was his turn. At least he’d been able to tap Ab Fab’s tush six times….and then her blonde bush. After the participating prefects had finally finished flogging each other’s fannies and fancies, both teams and teachers had all assembled in front of The Headmaster to hear the overall result. 

 “The totals scores were St Templars with twelve,” he said, “and ten for St Sticks. I therefore declare Tanningtown to take the Trophy this year….” there was sustained applause, as he handed it over to the two visiting captains, “….we look forward to our revenge next summer….” mild mirth, “….there will now be optional tours round the school until dinner. The coach will depart at eight of the clock this evening. However, Visitors will be welcome to spend the night in our Quivis....” dorm Q, for Any You Please, “….or anywhere else….” he winked once, “….although they will have to make their own arrangements for repatriation by train tomorrow morning, at their own expense.”

  Lucky BASTARDS….as it was a dime to a dozen sodding Shagger would be fucking one of The Twins….or both, as a Bi-some threesome. Worse still was the possibility of H₂O poking Fonder and Ab Fab. Although all were pupils In The Pink, the latter weren’t St Sticks’ scholars, so perhaps outside the usual rule requirements? Alas, he could do nothing about it. 

 9.  I am a Dominant dolt who  should stimulate his small  submissive side.    

 Memory turned towards his frightful fagmistress, and his afternoon fagging session. She’d started with some six strokes of the stick, as carried forward from Friday. Whilst he was serving her dinner, she’d told him about her time of tanning taken from Terrence. She’d been sitting on a fluffy cushion, clearly in order to help her hit and hurting hiney. It seemed she’d spent some time in Sue Sweet’s office first. There’d been a notice on her door asking all apocryphers to enter on arrival. Apparently, they’d listened in on Richard Sharp.

 “Hello, Shirley,” said The SS, “this is somewhat unexpected, since I see you’re playing In The Pink. Presumably you’re partaking of punishment as an Apocryphal Scholar?” She nodded. “Yes, Sue,” she replied, “it’s because of something Shagger said to me recently. I know Iron Will’s been rusticated, and one reason was Terrence wanting to whack his particularly pert and punishable posterior before it leaves school. So this is an insurance policy, in case he’s getting any other ideas.”

 There was a soft snigger, “Interesting indeed,” the School Secretary replied, “since Rick The Prick said something similar only a few minutes ago. Shagger’s already been swished soundly, having stripped starkers for his session. However, I warn you he’s now dressed Dominantly with the prison Warder wear….” oops….so he was up to his old tricks again, “….Terrence is already applying Richard Sharp’s starting six strokes. Do you know the traditional tanning template….?” she nodded,

 “Based around the rather rare Rapid Responses,” she confirmed, “without cut count, suitable salutation or any affirmation of appreciation,” The SS took back the thread. “….after which the role-play is extempore….” made up as you go along, “….although be warned, you always end up with eighteen….” now was her chance to effectively experience The Big One, “….I’ll turn up the intercom, and we’ll hear how they’re getting on.” Probably painfully, she suspected?

 “Please, Sir,” said Rick The Prick, “it should be a second six, to show me some Superiority, Sir.” There was a short silence. “Perhaps the Sadistic Screw should swish you, Sharp,” he said, “since I understand Shagger has suffered a weekly ex gratia penance with you during Private Study all year, which being unmerited was graciousness indeed.” Ohh. “Yes….Çur,” he said, “I suppose  it’s sodding so.” There was a second silence.

 “Well, wanker boy,” said Shagger sternly, “as indeed you advised me on my original Autumn Arrival Afternoon. It was when you and Wanker Boy Will both declined to shake my hand….” so this was probably payback time? “….I shall certainly show you who’s Superior. But just for the record, I’m a sixdy-sixdy switch….” six dozen to the gross, or even-steven, “….since I’m….” SLAPP “….not….” SLAPP….” SLAPP “….simply….” SLAPP “….a….” SLAPP “….sodding….” SLAPP “….subbie…..geddit?” There was more silence, following the series of six slaps. “Yes, SIR,” he said softly. “It’ll be the six stingers as you suggested,” Shagger continued, “staccato style in threes….with extras at the end. They’re for mentally misspelling the salutation complete with cedilla, the second for such shocking Sarcasm, and another for the Vulgarity.” All entirely his own fault.

 Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

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

 Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“Yeouchh..OUCH..OUCH….SIX,” he gasped, “six of the best, thank you, SIR.”   

 Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk    Swishhthwackkkkk

“YAROOO..OOO..HOO….NINE,” he gasped, “a nasty nine, thank you SIR. I really AM grateful to you for all your efforts over the year, and should have said so, Sir.” There was another silence. “Three more from me for the usual reason, Sharp,” said The Headmaster, “and I would be appreciative if you could kindly make it value-for-money with the Wild West Words after the first two. It will enable me to remember your raw rear, so to speak. Rest assured I am not considering rustication in your case.”

 SWISHHHTHWACKKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKKK 

“YEEEE..HAAAA….EIGHT,” he gasped, “a straight eight, thank you, SIR.” There were two separate sniggers. “Excellent,” he said, “and now the coup de grâce.” Colloquially called the Cut Of Grace.

 SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKKKKK 

“YIKES..NINE,” he gasped, “another nasty nine, thank you, SIR. Thank you for all my thrashings over the years, Sir.  I think they were thoroughly therapeutic.” There was another silence. “Sort yourself out, Sharp,” said Iain Terrence Hayter, “leave the door open on your way out. Miss Sweet….do we have any more apocryphers waiting?” Easily answered. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, “another unexpected entry. It’s The Green Goddess….and apparently for much the same reason as Sharp.”

 Then the study door opened, and a chastened and chastised Richard Sharp appeared. He was walking with the classic canees’ gait of guilt….hardly surprising in the circumstances: Look At Me, I’ve Just Been Caned, it said to the world. “Mmmm,” she said, “those Knackerpants seem several sizes too small. They really ARE terrifically taut and tight.” The SS smiled. “Perchance they’re Iron Will’s?” she asked. “Yes,” he confirmed, glowering, “I borrowed them from him this morning. But it’s all yours, Shirley….and sodding Shagger’s in there as well….” he scowled, “….were you both Eavesdropping….?” she nodded, “….I’ll return the favour, if Sue has no objection….?” The SS shook her head, “….I’m happy to stay standing.”

 She started the short walk towards her destination of doom, her heart thumping. Then she stepped inside, and sure enough she could see two Superior Sirs. The Headmaster was wielding the weapon as expected, though Shagger certainly seemed similarly so as the Sadistic Screw. “Please, Sir….” she said loudly, and for the benefit of her auditory appreciative audience, “….my teacher sent me for the cane….” her voice trailed off whilst she waited for the usual misunderstanding. “I’m a bit busy, guilty girl,” he said impatiently, “and I really haven’t time for this right now, so assume the Position immediately.” She stared at him with mock horror. Nevertheless, she bent down for a beating.

 Hadn’t she always been a goody two-shoes, and never before felt a flogged fanny? Even so, she’d always wondered about the whacks….whilst wanting them as well. “Ohh…ohh….” she gasped as he raised her pleasingly pleated pink skirt, and draped it across her back, “….OHH,” she added as he pulled down her naughty knickers with the crook of the cane. She gritted her teeth, as Shagger stared at her sadistically….Swishhhthwackkk “….Oww….but Sir….” Swishhhthwackkk “….Oww….but….but….SIR….” Swishhhthwackkk “….Oww….SIR….it wasn’t….” Swishhhthwackkk “….Oww….Sir….I didn’t mean….” although on the other hand, maybe she might? Swishhhthwackkk “….Oww….hit me harder, Sir,” SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW….thank you, Sir. I’d only called to collect a replacement rattan, but deep down I desperately desired derrière discipline. Perhaps I should be put properly in my place from this second suitably Superior Sir.”

 She saw him hand the cane to Shagger. “Even though we’re married, darling,” he said, using their private parlance, “I strongly suspect you’ve been screwing around again whilst I’ve been away at work. So I shall swish you soundly for your sexual sins.” Excellent….since one of their favourite fantasies was role-playing the wronged spouse. “Perhaps Sir should slap me around,” she suggested, “and also apply some stick to the slit.” He knew she was a pussy pain slut. “Confess your crimes,” he said, “with one word, the same style as Sharp.” SLAPP “….Ahhh….screwing….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….studs….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….is….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….so….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….sinful….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….Sir.” She saw him smile. “It’ll be three conventional cuts,” he said, “and then the cane to your cunt, so spread your legs.”

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“Yeeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” she yelped, wiggling her waist, “thank you, SIR.”

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“URGHHH….URGHHH….URGHHH….SIX,” she gasped in pussy pain, still wiggling, and jumping up slightly, “six thank you so much, SIR. I’m so sorry I screwed the milkman again….and postman….and TV repairman.” She knew he always appreciated her wicked sense of humour. “One each for Incitement and Rising Without Permission, darling,” he said, “with a third for being a Cocky Little Blighter….” exactly as she’d hoped, “….which you can take to the tush.” 

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“Yikes..YIKES..YIKES….NINE,” she gasped, “a nasty nine, thank you SIR.” OMG….he could cane cunts convincingly. “We can continue this conversation on Monday evening, darling,” he said, “however you’ll have to excuse me now. The coach from Tanningtown Templar should be here shortly, and there are various vixens on the teams I want to meet again. I’m hoping to offer them a tour around St Sticks after the Naccarim matches have been concluded….” including some screwing in his study? “….possibly,” he confirmed, his mind reading abilities not being bad for a mere male.

 He mouthed her a kiss, and strode out of the study. “Would you care to comment anything about naughty nipples?” asked Iain Terrence Hayter. “Please, Sir,” she replied, “guilty as charged, Sir.” He nodded knowingly. “Might I too flog your fancy, as opposed to fanny?” Hell, yes. “Certainly, Sir,” she replied.

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“UGHHH..URGHHH..URGHHH….NINE,” she gasped, “another….uhhh….nasty nine, thank you so much Sir….uhhh. I know I needed them for my nipples’ naughtiness.” OMG….she was so wet. “Sort yourself out, guilty girl,” he said, “and get going. Should you wish to explore your filthy fantasies further, feel free to attend my Flat one evening, by appointment. Do we have any more apocryphers waiting, Miss Sweet?” he asked into the air. “Not at the moment, Sir,” The SS replied, as slowly, she stood up. “Yes, Sir….ahhh….uhhh,” she added as her naughty knickers scraped over her sensitive spots.

  Then she replaced her skirt, and stepped stiffly from the study. “I don’t quite understand why Shagger was there in the first place, Sue?” she asked, “or why he was so dressed….although I’m not complaining. It enabled me to stimulate my small submissive side, and I enjoyed it immensely.” She smiled. “His attendance was a reward for the promotion of these punishments,” she explained, “which by your presence, plus prefect peer, would appear to have borne fruit.”

 Then another apocrypher arrived. “I’m all done…Dunn….” she said wittily, to What’s He Done, “….so step straight inside the study,” added The SS. “I rather recall Henry Dunn-Watts was one of The Six Canees last year, Sue,” she said as they watched him walk away, “so he craves caning at all costs.” Since 6C was one of the so-called CP dorms. “He’s not missed a Saturday so far, Shirley,” she agreed amiably. She walked away, aware she too had adopted the gait of guilt.

 5. I am a Dominant dolt who should stimulate his small submissive side.

 Somehow, he was on the seventh sheet, and might even finish? At least he’d been able to set The Green Goddess straight about Shagger.

 “Thank you for sharing about your Apocryphal Scholar Saturday, Ma’am,” he said, “and also of my firm friend, Richard Sharp. However, I can help you with David Shagton’s uniform. We both partook a cross-country run, but were accosted by The Amaz♀ns. We were taken to Amaz♀nia in The Dell, but were arrested by PC Thor Thring. I was knocked out with a phial of Chloral Hydrate, and awoke in a cell in Stern Hall, with him and David Shagton as Sadistic Screws. Then I took a time of testicular torments on The Professor’s patent Knackering Machine….Ten:PM:GMT.” She smiled slightly. “Apparently you’ve further to follow this evening, as a voluntary victim to the Knackies?” He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed.

 

bridegroom's bottom bared

Chapter 233 - part (2) of (4)

 Last Interlude

 

Welc♀me   t♀ Amaz♀nia  (passp♀rts n♀t required)

Business had been brisk, since the four wooden triangular trestles, and six really rough cord-covered whipping posts were already occupied, with various villains pegged out on the ground. “Well done, girls,” said a further fetching floozy with a severe style of short black hair, standing sternly with her hands held on hips. She also wore a blue overcoat, and which made her almost regal. Was she even a St Sticks scholar? He couldn’t honestly remember having seen her around over the years. “We should submit ourselves to Servalan….” said Shagger, matching action with words, “….the supreme Commander of the Terran Federation.” He’d not a clue what he was on about, however he followed suit.

 A second later, they were both in the Position For Penance, one well-worthy of worship. “You may both lick my boots….one each, Dell boys….” she said, with the usual euphemism. Apparently it went back to the days of Only Fools and Horses, some sort of 1980’s sitcom, “….since it seems we’ve snared several shysters who thought they’d try their luck with the Shortest Route.” Exactly as he’d feared….so it was all sodding Shagger’s fault. Even so, he licked lovingly, as he’d learned the hard way during his days in Ms Deborah Maddon’s Reformatory. Initially he’d refused outright, however the Guards had….well, simply scourged him into shape. It had been a most impressive display of raw power….as indeed he’d felt afterwards.

 “Excellent,” she said, “accommodation’s short, but we’ve still the Open Goal. Shackle them, and string’em up by their scrotums, since they’ll make good goalkeepers.” Five pairs of helping hands fell on them, and they were escorted across to where the large white wooden frame waited. It was rather reminiscent of football, but devoid of any netting. “Legs apart,” said Ultra Violet, “and arms UP.” They obeyed instantly. “Ohh….” they gasped as their wrists were shackled, and ankles ironed, “…..AYEEEEE,” they shouted as their scrotums were stretched soundly by the elasticised cords, which were tied to the top.

 “It’s high time you met our martinet, Shanks,” said the so-called Servalan, “you can take two torso taps from Vi and Jane as retribution, however it’s a beaten balls from Beth, Mo, Tina and me for the fitting fanny finale.” He gritted his teeth, as several of them smiled into his eyes….THWACKK “…..AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH,” he gasped, as Hissy Fits giggled….THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH,” he repeated, as they changed places. Now it would be the really painful part of the proceedings….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” he moaned as his sensitive scrotum was struck. “OMG….it makes me so wet when I beat a bare balls,” said Ballantyne Beta….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” he gasped….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” he repeated,

 “I don’t see why I can’t give him fond fellatio, Ma’am,” muttered someone from behind him. “Stop moaning, Mona,” hissed Hissy Fits, “it’s because we’re disciplinary Dommes….even if it IS eight inches of erotic enjoyment.” Then the seven strands of sheer suffering were passed to Servalan, who strutted behind him….THWACKK “….OWW….” THWACKK “….OWW….thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “I’m so sorry for all my sins….” he had an idea, “….would you wish me to attend The Amaz♀ns on Monday evening as a voluntary victim? I’m already down to be dealt with by my own dorm, but I’m sure we might manage a successive split slot.” Hopefully, this should suffice? “An excellent idea, Shanks,” said Servalan, “we’ll look forward to it….a lot.”

 Then he saw a new figure enter the clearing….lumme, it was the local law. “Ello….’ello….’ello….” said the Policeman, with a stilted style which rather reminded him of the mythical PC Plod, “….wot’s hall diss den….?” what did he think, for heavens’ sakes….a teddy bears’ picnic? “….Hi woz parked hat duh lay-by honn duh main public ’ighway….” it dropped every initial H, but added them back where they weren’t wanted, “….Hand Hi ’eard wot happeared to be Han Haltercation, wiv several shouts. Wot hexactly his goin’ honn?” There was a surly silence. “Nothing at all, Sir,” said Servalan, sweetly, “Nuffin’ usually means somfin’ his hup,” he said sourly, “hespecially hin view hov deez two persons publicly exposin’ demselves, wiv pulsin’ perpendicular penises….” Oops….but the exposure definitely DID feel good, “….har you quite sure habaht dat last statement?”

 She shrugged. “We were helping them stimulate their submissive sides, Sir,” she muttered. “Has hopposed to duh dicks,” he said, “hennnyways, Hi shall ’ave to take dem darn to duh station….” Oo..er, “….incarcerated inside a prison cell….” muttered sodding Shagger, most unhelpfully. But why was he half-hoping it would happen? “….do you fink dave bin resistin’ harrest….?” there were six neat nods, “….jus’ wot Hi fought, and Hi ’ave duh Cattle Prod ’ere for such studs….” OMG, “….hit ’as six settins, so let’s start wiv Serious.” ZZZZZZ “….UHHH,” moaned Shagger, sagging on the shackles. Then it was his turn for the tool treatment….ZZZZZZ “….UHHH,” he added as it stimulated his shaft.

 “Diss time we’ll make it a Severe shock….to duh scrotums,” he mused, walking behind them….ZZZZZZ “….URGHHH,” gasped Shagger….ZZZZZZ “….URGHHH,” he repeated, since this setting stung much more, “…..Hi shall get to duh bottom hov hall diss….” very witty, “….heeven hiff hit’s hoenly diss particularly pert hand punishable posterihah….” so even the Police appreciated his hiney. He reappeared, and uncorked a small phial, “….drink diss, since hit will relax you,” he ordered, placing it against his lips. He duly did so, as Shagger suffered a second such. Almost at once, he began to feel faint. Hang on, hadn’t this happened when he’d succumbed to his succubus? His legs were leaden, and The Amaz♀ns suddenly seemed many miles away. Then there was no more.

 Æons later he awoke, lying on his back. Blearily he opened his eyes, and saw he was in a gleaming white cell. Memories returned about how he’d wanted this….so beware of what you wish for? It seemed spartan, with a bed of straw, and only a pillow for creature comfort. Then he read a worrying wall notice, clearly positioned for easy reading upon awakening.

 

prisoner12339

There is no possibility of parole.

Good behaviour is rewarded by a short sojourn

 with Sadistic Screws….plus The Cattle Prod.

Pretty prisoners are perpetually poked.

Poor performance produces public punishment.

Intimate interrogations are conducted by electric (tens) torture.

All prisoners are whipped well once a week.

Have a nice day.

 

OMG….it was his school roll number, so he’d been incarcerated exactly as sodding Shagger had said. Even so, he couldn’t recall having had any trial, or been sentenced? But where was he….and how much time had elapsed? “Good morning, Prisoner 12339….” said a disembodied voice from nowhere special, “….welcome to Stern Hall….” so one mystery solved, “….now you are back with us, I shall send in some Sadistic Screws to sort you out.” The avoidance of all apostrophes must mean this was Wodin Thring speaking, the previous Headmaster at St Sticks? He’d retired at the close of Year LXXXIII, when he’d been one of the Wimps in dorm 1W. He attempted to move his limbs, but saw he was still starkers, shackled and ironed.

 Then he heard the cell door being unlocked. It opened, and two figures emerged, both carrying truncheons. Each wore long black heavy-duty trousers, with white shirt, and black tie, plus a pair of stout shiny shoes and matching matt-black jacket. Then more memory returned, since one of them was the country Copper….whilst the second was sodding Shagger. “What the FUCK….” he started to say….SLAPPP “….AHHH,” he gasped at the application of a sound slap. “Say Sir,” said his prefect peer, “when you’re speaking to a Superior. May I introduce you to Officer Thor Thring, who is a Warder with me at this establishment.”

 Presumably he must be The Professor’s son? SLAPPP “….AHHH,” he repeated. “The second such was for the Vulgarity, prisoner 12339,” Officer Thring kindly confirmed, reverting to ordinary English, “anyway, the last time Officer Shagton and I were on duty together, we took down a haughty harridan. She harboured a hidden hankering to be humbled. It was a truncheon taken to her antipodean twat, with our tools following. But being a bad boy, we could both beat you, and then bugger you about a bit….” Oops, “….or you could try a time of testicle torments in the Knackering Machine….?” they both sniggered, “….say 10pm GMT….” surely not? “….what’s your preference?”

 He shivered, even as his shaft strained slightly. “I’m not a gay guy, good Sirs,” he said, “so I’ll go for the gonads, with mechanical knackering,” he said in strangled tones. “All right, prisoner 12339,” said Shagger, as he released his shackles, “you may stand. If you’re still too weak to walk, Officer Thring will sling you over his shoulder.” So another huge helping of humiliation? Experimentally, he swung himself off the bed, and attempted to arise. Alas, his legs simply buckled beneath him. “Ohh,” he gasped, as he was promptly picked up, and instantly inverted. They left the cell, with Shagger following, and continued along a corridor.

 A couple of minutes later, they reached a large dungeon. Even in his inversion, he could see it was the stuff of nightmares….or filthy fantasies. “Ohh,” he repeated as he was set down, standing next to a machine, and a man with brilliant white hair. “Good morning again, prisoner 12339,” he said, “Professor Wodin Tiberius Thring at your service….” the same sentiments he’d have expected from the Gestapo Guy….had he ever met him. Even so, he rather reminded him of Charles Ringer, “….I overheard how you were wishing to trial my patent electromechanical Knackering Machine, so I have everything ready….” presumably the cell had been covered with microphones, and possibly cameras, too? “….here is some naccatape, enabling the gonads to be gathered for grief ….” he accepted and applied it, “….you can keep it, since Officer Shagton tells me you will need it for this afternoon….” yes….the Naccarim game, “….kindly insert your scrotum as indicated. We will make it Grade 1, with four applications of each torment, since this is your first foray. This is with the exception of the tenth, which by its very nature cannot be repeated.”

 He took two steps forward, and slipped it through the gaping mouth of a large, painted black skull on the side. Then he bent over it, with his arms straight down, and a feeling of total terror. The Professor pulled the handle labelled Balls Lock, and he felt metal spiral plates move forward. He tugged at his testicles, but they were now at the mercy of the machine. “Ohh….SIR,” he whispered as The Professor patronizingly patted his posterior. “Enjoy, prisoner 12339,” he said, as he shackled his wrists and ironed his ankles. Then he pressed a Start Session button, and large television monitors in front of him flashed into life. On one screen he could see his face of fear, whereas on the second he could see his stretched scrotum inside. However he alone would be able to sample the sensations. Then he read the embossed notice on the back.

 Genital Mechanical Torments

A total of ten Punishment Methods (all at random, except for fitting finale)

Mechanized multi-stranded martinet * Crotch crop * Crotch crushers (vertical/horizontal)

 Crush brush * Strafing spikes * Boxing glove *

Scrotum squeezer (Mechanical hand) * Rollerballs stretchers * Mystery surprise

 So it was actually Ten:PM:GMT, and nothing to do with time….very fucking funny. “AHHH,” he gasped as a whole series of semi-sharp Strafing spikes suddenly seared his scrotum. “AHHH,” he gasped, automatically. They were, he could see on screen, imbedded on soft rubber of some description, because they yielded to the presence of the balls, but it was still a shock to the system. “AHHH,” he gasped again, as they passed back in the other direction. Outside the machine, his shaft started to strain. “AHHH,” he gasped again and again as they made a further three complete passes. “It was always one of my regrets, prisoner 12339,” said Wodin Thring, “how you were one of The Little Red Ridinghoods at the time of my retirement. I once hit your hand when you Explained yourself one morning….” it had, he recalled, been after three Detentions, “….but was unfortunately unable to apply any agonies to your arse. I had observed your particularly pert and punishable little posterior in the PT changing rooms one morning….” so there it was again, “….but one cannot have everything.”

 Now he could see the Boxing glove. “UGHHH....UGHHH….” he gasped as the machine hit him hard where it hurt, accompanied by strains of sock-it-to-me sounding from the machine. He recalled how the phrase had originated from Rowan and Martin’s Laugh In, American TV comedy series from the 1960’s, “….UGHHH….UGHHH,” he concluded. “Perhaps he should suffer six strokes with some stick, Sir,” Shagger suggested, “for cheating on his cross-country run.” He opened his mouth to say it wasn’t his fault, and shut it again. “Most certainly, Sir,” he said instead, woodenly. “Thank you for your co-operation,” said The Professor, “I shall introduce the next six torments with one whack. You may use the Rapid Responses….” which were rather rare, “….so there is no need to count the cuts, add any affirmation of appreciation, or suitable salutation.” Which was as well, since his mind was a mental mush.

 “It seems to be the Rollerballs next, prisoner 12339,” commented Thor Thring. He was right, since he could see a second set of rollers moving towards his balls….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww,” he gasped even as they slowly stretched his scrotum. “AHHHH,” he gasped. After about half an inch, they moved back into position. The measure was repeated, only as his scrotum stretched, they extended their travel. “AHHHH,” he gasped, followed several seconds later by, “AHHHHHH,” as the tension mounted. “AHHHHHH,” and a fourth time, “AHHHHHH.” Then they were withdrawn. “It’s such a shame the machine doesn’t have a Stretch Slave Sheet,” said sodding Shagger with a smirk, “since you could have signed it.” Ha bloody ha….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww,” he gasped, even as he felt some spikes on his scrotum. “AHHH,” he gasped as they pressed harder.

 He looked into the screen to see a horrid hairbrush. “AHHH,” he repeated. He’d suffered this type of torment many times before, most notably from his dratted dorm captain. Despite their firm friendship, Rick The Prick had never been at all averse in affirming his authority. Naturally, it was another reason for his nickname. The Crush Brush was….well, pointedly painful, but it also made them itch. Stop It I Like It….suddenly desperately desirous for the irritation to be assuaged. “AHHH,” he gasped as the devilish device dug deeper, but alas his scrotum soon itched again. “AGHHHH,” he shouted, as the plastic bristles made an abrupt departure. “AHHH,” he gasped, since almost immediately, they were back. The effect was cumulative, his balls itched interminably, but the removal stung even more. “AGHHHH,” he shouted, arching his head in abject agony.

 A third application, followed by a fourth, and then silence for a second….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww,” he gasped, hardly recognizing himself on the screen. “YEEEE….YEEEE,” he yelped, looking at his tormented testicles being beaten by a Mechanized multi-stranded martinet. It whipped them well for several seconds, an eternity from his perspective. There was a short pause before starting all over again….and again, for the usual total….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww,” he gasped as he saw some sort of stretchy stick. OMG….it must be the Crotch crop. Tantalizingly, on screen he could see the tension building in its arm. “UGHHH….me balls,” he shrieked as it released, and a sudden sear shot through his scrotum. Already he could see it was winding itself up again.

 His shaft strained in an anticipation of agonies, knowing how he’d sample the sensation shortly. “UGHHH,” he yelled at each cut….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww,” he gasped as on screen, a pair of metal plates approached from left and right. Presumably, these must be the Crotch crushers? “UGHHH….FUCK,” he yelled, as his best bits were compressed. Then they withdrew, but were back again soon enough. “UGHH, he gasped repeatedly…. Swishhhthwackkkk “….Owww,” he gasped as they were replaced by a further pair from above and below his balls. He’d had the horizontal, and now it was the vertical. “FUCK,” he shouted as his scrotum was squashed from the other angle. After another eternity, they withdrew.

 He hadn’t been counting consciously, but he’d had plenty of practice over the long years. “Thank you so much for swishing my seat, Sir….” he said humbly as he glanced up again, and could see tears from the terrible testicular torments….hardly surprising, “….I know it needed it.” Then his eyes shifted to the second screen. “NO,” he gasped in sheer terror as a mechanical hand moved slowly towards his testicles, with obviously evil intent. “NO,” he shrieked again as it took hold of them. “UGHHH,” he gasped, as the Scrotum squeezer slowly contracted. Knackered naked by a machine, somehow so deliciously deviant. “AYEEEEE,” he shrieked as it tightened. “WHAT a bad boy we are, William,” said Shagger, knowingly, “since I can see enjoyment in your eyes….” damn him, “….I suspect you’ve wanked your willy before now at the thought of being mechanically knackered….” rumbled “….lots of lads do, including me.”

 Even in his immediate agony, he wondered how many so-called macho males shared his particular perversion? “Sometimes I still squeeze and stretch my scrotum,” he went on, “whilst wanking worthlessly….pretending it’s the Knackerobot of my nightmares.” He should have realized he wasn’t unique. “AYEEEEE,” he gasped as it knackered him all over again. He looked up at the screen and saw a face of pain, but also a picture of pleasure. “SIR,” he moaned, “my nuts needed knackering so much….” SMACKK “….Owww,” he gasped as his seat was suddenly smacked. “Definitely they do,” said Thor Thring, “which is why you’re here.” The Mechanical hand released. “AYEEEEE,” he gasped as it tightened all over again. 

 Surely they were through, as he looked down at the list? Item ten remained, the fitting finale and Mystery surprise. What the fuck could it be? He glanced up at the screen in horror as a few inches away from his balls, he saw a knife approaching. “Most interesting….” said Wodin Thring, supremely unconcerned. But then it wasn’t his best bits on the firing line, “….it seems you have drawn the height of agony.” He threshed wildly, an action which achieved nothing. “NO,” he shrieked at the sight of the apparent embodiment of the schoolboy playground riddle. The answer was a man sliding down a razorblade, using his balls as brakes. “AYEEEEE….HEEE….” he shrieked as he felt himself sliced, and on screen it seemed the same, “….ohhh….ohhh,” he moaned, since all was over. Then he felt his fanny fondled in familiar fashion. “It’s time to go, William,” said sodding Shagger as he moved the Balls Lock lever again, releasing the spiral clamps.

 Slowly, he extracted his scrotum, expecting to see a sorry sight. “Ohh,” he gasped in shock, since despite what he’d seen, everything was intact. “It was only an illusion,” explained The Professor, “albeit an effective one. You saw dummy stock footage on screen, and coupled with a touch on the testicles, your brain did the rest.” Duped….he realized with sudden chagrin, but tinged with real relief at his narrow escape. Slowly he stood, and saw several spots sliding off his straining shaft. “We seem to have squeezed and stretched some semen,” said Wodin Thring, “or perhaps I have beaten some of the naughtiness out of you?”

 He smiled. “Possibly both, Sir,” he said, “I always expected to Explain myself to you one day. Alas, your retirement intervened, and thus it was Mr Terrence Hayter who duly did the deeds. I understand he agreed with your assessment of my arse.” The Professor proffered his hand, and they shook warmly. “Thank you once again,” he said, “as an august alumnus, you will be welcome to a further foray, should you wish to visit your alma mater in the future. It is subject to availability, since at Shagger’s suggestion, Ten:PM:GMT will be made available to the prefects-with-penis in Year XC.” He shivered slightly. “Once is quite enough, Sir,” he replied. “So Shagger said similarly,” he said sagely, “and yet he was back for several more sessions.”

 Perhaps he had a point? “We’ll help you, Will….” said Shagger, as he and Thor Thring stood at his sides, “….thank you and goodbye for now, Sir. Could you kindly send The Interlude to Sue Sweet…?” which was? “….it’s an AudioVisual Record made of your sessions, both here and in the cell….” really? “….there’s only one copy, which you can keep or delete.” Perhaps kept for purposes of posterity?

 “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned as he was frogmarched out of the dungeon. Then it was down a long corridor, lit with flaming torches. Finally, they reached a door with heavy hasps, and stepped outside into a courtyard, where he could see a Police car waiting. One rear door was opened, and he was pushed inside. “Ahhh….” he gasped as he sat down, and a raw rear reminded him of his recent rattan, “….ahhh,” added Shagger as he took the seat beside him. Had he also been beaten, he wondered whilst Thor Thring started the engine? Then they were on their way along a narrow driveway. Seconds later, they reached the main road, one which was suddenly familiar. It was the B1469, and he’d taken this trek often enough over the years from StricktlandS HalT to the school....several times a term.

 “You might like to learn a little more about The Amaz♀ns, William,” said Shagger, “in advance of your meeting on Monday. The dorm captain is Servalan Ewell, or Serve You. She’s a new nix this year….” which explained his earlier query, “….and the references to the Terran Federation are from a 1970’s Sci-Fi TV series called Blake’s 7. She’s a dead-ringer for the ancient Actress, Jacqueline Pearce….one of my philandering father’s life-long lusts….” he could understand the attraction, “….I’ve seen several such episodes on AV Record, and can only agree….” him too, “….whilst the dark damsel Macbeth is Bethany Mackie. She’s a smack slut, so should be straight up your street….if you play your cards right….” he watched whilst they passed beneath the wrought-iron arches of the main entrance gates, and accelerated along the carriage drive, “….Hissy Fits and Ultra Violet introduced themselves to you, and I’ve already told you about Balls Beater.

 The sixth strict soul, who fancies fun fellatio, was Mona Meir. She’s always complaining about something….hence My Year Moaner.” He’d be happy to help her at some stage, “….you may be interested to know how you ended up in Cell B, or indeed Selby, as it’s known….” very droll, after the Yorkshire town, “….and the answer was a small dose of Chloral Hydrate….” Ohh, “….except my phial was plain water….” Ohh, “….although I feigned unconsciousness for form’s sake….” Ohh, “….so The Amaz♀ns carried us both from The Dell to the lay-by. As soon as they’d gone, I made a miraculous recovery in the Police car. We took the short ride into Stricktlands Village, where I signed in. You did too, since I put the pen into your hand….for a somewhat shaky signature….” already he could see Big Ben sliding into view, “….then Thor drove us to Stern Hall. We wheeled you inside into on a trolley, and I had a pleasant chat with The Professor, before putting on the prison Warder wear. It’s my own set, which Sue Sweet dropped into Stern Hall yesterday evening.”

 They reached the buildings, and continued to the Staff car park. “Thanks, Thor,” said Shagger as he opened the rear door, “You’re welcome,” he replied, “anytime.” They both emerged, and watched whilst the Police car executed a circle, before departing.

 Then they walked up to Have A Thrash, who was staring at Shagger with what almost appeared to be a look of lust? “Nothing surprises me,” she said, “after the Amazonians informed me how they’d carried you both off unconscious, by order of the county Constabulary. I was slightly shocked when I collected the sheets, since I saw you’d somehow signed in….” they smiled sweetly, “….clearly with Thor’s kind connivance….” she must know him? “….but I hadn’t expected to see Shagger as the Sadistic Screw….” she licked her lips, “….Mmmm….the prison Warder wear does something for you….David. You were always one to stimulate my small submissive side….” HELL….he’d never known she even had one? “….I’ll mark you both down as having completed the course, even though it’s clear you did no such thing.” She made two neat notes on her clip board. “Thank you, Ma’am,” he said politely, “if it’s any consolation, Wanker Boy Will’s suffered substantially for Cheating. Apart from incarceration at Stern Hall, he’s spent a time of testicle torment inside Ten:PM:GMT, and been beaten by the beak. Thrasher Thring hit his hiney hard….show Ma’am your stripes.”

 He turned around, and bent forward slightly, noting a line of several runners had now formed behind them. “Ohh….ohh….ohh,” he moaned as they were stroked by her riding crop. “So what about you, Shagger?” she asked, sourly, “didn’t you also deserve discipline?” He nodded. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he confirmed, “and the Thrings thrashed me thoroughly, whilst Shanks was still sleeping soundly in a cell….” which explained his evidently raw rear, “….it was six strokes apiece, as they both enjoy beating my neat little bottom.”

 She smiled. “I can understand their enthusiasm,” she said warmly, “and whilst I remember, we’re visiting St Bowlers, as you arranged….” whoever THEY were? “….we’ll leave on Monday at half past five, for a presentation to their Governors on Tuesday morning. Meet me in the main entrance hall. Off you go, as I’ve many more to mark in before the noon deadline.” He glanced up at Big Ben, which read 11.53am. “Let’s go, Will,” he urged, “you can leave your Short Shirt in the Games changing rooms. I’ll be your Guardian Angel over lunch, although you’ll be on your own at dinner.” Damn’ decent, as it was unlikely anyone would argue with the Sadistic Screw.

 

 

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