Chapter 237 - part (3) of (4)

 Restoration Friday

 

According to main school clock tower known as Big Ben it was 6.30pm, and he was sitting uncomfortably in the Detention classroom, whilst working hard. At least he hoped this was the right time, since were it to be 6.45pm, he’d be in serious time trouble. He’d prefer to peek up at the wall clock, but this would run the risk of one whack for Aprosexia. This was a Failure to concentrate, and alas nothing at all to do with après-sexe. As always in such circumstances his sore seat was suffering from sodding Shagger’s Natty New Seats Of Learning.

 

 They were specially constructed rubber mats, featuring a fine matrix of short semi-sharp steel spikes. He’d always considered the really rough raised ridges were bad news, but these made them seem like paradise. They were made even worse with horrible Harry Herbert Orwell’s sodding Short Shirts, since the beaten bottom was bare.

 

8. I am a complete cretin who cannot create any worthwhile artwork.

 As he’d relearned during his week of rustication, the least-worst way to do Lines was to put one’s brain onto autopilot. He’d already re-run his earlier erotic experiences with Silage and The Interrogator, so now he turned his memory towards the start of the day.

 

In the light of the silvery dawn, he reluctantly opened his eyes. Big Ben was striking for 6am and with it Rise And Shine. “A very good morning, Wanker Boy Will,” said Arse Up Aesop, sitting on the end of his bed Z, “today’s the time when you love and leave us….” yes, he agreed gratefully, “….I do hope your stay was worthwhile, and how it had its lighter moments?” He nodded. “Yes, Sir….” he replied, adding as always the salutation for one’s captain whilst within dorm, “….since I’ve learned a lot.” A sodding shame he couldn’t have done so the previous year, but such was life.

 

“When did you return from your fucking fun and frolics?” asked Aesop Hislop. “Please, Sir,” he replied, with only a slight touch of guilt, “it was three o’clock this morning, Sir. I’d had my….well, fill of The Full Twins, and anyway they each had another date due a little later.” With changeover time normally being between 3am and 4am in such circumstances. “So it was a Bi-some threesome with Sinful and Eyeful?” he suggested, only slightly sourly. “Yes, Sir,” he confirmed, “so Cynthia and Iona also spent a lot of time taking tongues to twats in the sixdy nine position.”

 

As frequently fancied from firm and favourite female friends, with light Lesbian leaning. “It was a depleted dorm,” he agreed, “since I was similarly playing away in another slut’s study….together with my firm friend Ed The Ted….” there was a cheery wave from Edward Teddington in bed D, “….though ours was a traditional threesome, with both bad boys bonking the beautiful Bird in bed.

 

Even so, there were plenty of combinations for coitus….and cuckolding.” He nodded politely. “Who was she, Sir?” he asked, “which of my prefect peers-with-pussy?” The other grinned. “It was a teacher,” he replied, “The French Whore, to be precise.” Sodding hell. “I don’t suppose for a single second you’re a confounded Cunt Casanova, Sir?” he asked, and there was a wide wink. “As Confirmed last week,” he replied. “Who’s a lucky lad,” he said sourly, seething slightly.

 

He recalled how he’d had his cold shower….hopefully his final one, before putting on his pink Short Shirt. Then he’d added Naccatape onto his nuts. As it stated on the carton, it was gonads gathered for grief, and he could confirm how the ¾ inch wide white torment tape enables testicles to be tied temptingly tight to taste. He’d bade his goodbyes to his temporary dorm mates, and shaken their hands warmly. He’d also told them they were welcome to use his study shower whenever they wished for the next week.

 

Then he’d hoofed it across to the Prefects’ Study wing, for his final fagging session. The Green Goddess had said her goodbyes the hard way, with a thorough thrashing for the clearance of his beat sheet. It had included the obligatory Farewell Foursome, so his seat had been seriously sore even before breakfast in The Canteen. She’d mentioned Summer School, and how she’d be taking part…as indeed he’d discussed with sodding Shagger earlier. Then there’d been morning assembly, with The Interrogator’s usual dreadfully dull and disinterested delivery.

 

“This morning represents another milestone for Wanker Boy Will….” he announced, to several sniggers from the prefects behind him. They were the only ones to enjoy smooth seats….apart from the Staff on the Podium, “….since his week of rustication will conclude at noon. He will therefore report to my study, along with his Guardian Angel….” sodding Shagger, “….at this time for his restoration. Meantime, there are a considerable quantity of detainees who I require to Explain themselves….” as indeed he’d had to do himself on Wednesday morning, “….they are as follows….” his attention faded.

 

11. I am a complete cretin who cannot create any worthwhile artwork.

 

He turned his memory towards 4pm, when he’d returned to the sanctity of his study. As usual, Lesson 7 had finished at 3.55pm, allowing the prefects to arrive before their fags. He’d showered briefly, but had stayed stripped and just put on a black shower robe. John Newcombe had been first to arrive at 4.06pm, hence he’d had six of the best put onto his beat sheet….against a Lateness Regime of one whack per minute. His junior fag had turned up two minutes later, thus a straight eight.

 

He’d no sympathy, since the sods had essentially been lounging around on holiday for a week. Mathew Blackman had prepared and served his dinner, whilst the senior fag had cleaned the shower room. He’d fustigated his fags fully at 5pm, even as Big Ben was striking. They were still standing in the Position when he’d made his big announcement. He hadn’t been quite sure how to put the procedure for what was to follow, since it involved him in huge helpings of humiliation.

 

“One of the many unexpected outcomes over the past week,” he explained, “was an agreement to screw The Ice Maiden following her sixteenth birthday with a conjugal call….” there were two looks of loathing, so clearly she was already a popular property, “….no need for jealousy, since Nuke’em can try and make his own arrangements next term. By contrast, Matt Black can always apply to her when she’s a prefect, since he’ll be a pupil In The Pink….” he paused, “….unless he prefers to spend his time seething in dorm playing poker in place of poke her….” as indeed he’d done, “….anyway, I have to pay a deposit on account of my Sex Thrashing. It’s the same as the felons for her first fucks….”

 

he could see the queries on their faces, “….she’ll be deflowered in the February of Year XC with a traditional threesome between Relay and Shagger. She’s reckoning on being Relayed first….and Shaggered second. As she says, a slit of such stature should command two Cunt Casanovas craving coitus. But as for me, the Bitch also insisted I receive the rattan in front of my fags….drat the dead-clever, dark-haired damsel. As you may have noticed, she cultivates a crisp kind of snappy sexiness, against which it’s almost impossible to argue.”

 

There were two neat nods. “I understand, Sir,” said John Newcombe heavily, “in all honesty, I’d do the same….despite being a Dominant dolt. But we’ve no defence against the wanton wicked wench’s wiles.” A rare insight. “Ordinarily,” he replied, “I’d have added one whack onto your beat sheet for Impertinently Imparting Information. However in this instance we’re all but brothers under the skin.” The junior fag smiled. “Me too, Sir,” he said, “I’ve several ideas of Indecent Intent towards her. Alas they’ll have to wait until the holidays, when I can wank worthlessly with her at home.” Doubtless several gross of other bad boys would be doing the same.

9. I am a complete cretin who cannot create any worthwhile artwork.

 

Then there was a knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” he called out, and the door opened. The Brownie Babe strutted inside, and stared at him with what were almost X-ray eyes. It was uncanny in one so young how she could somehow see inside his psyche. You are but a mere male, they said, and a worthless wanker which wants to worship me. It was almost all he could do not to fall at her feet, and from the looks on his fags’ faces, they seemed the same. “Good afternoon, Karen,” he said breezily, “so glad you could make it….” he slipped off his shower robe, “….do take this, since then we’ll be equals.” She accepted it, and put it over her brown uniform.

 

“Interesting,” she said, picking up his scrotum snatcher, “an S7, it seems. I suppose you’ve been using it on your long-suffering fags?” He smiled slightly. “Yes,” he confirmed, “I almost always do. But how would you know about them, since they wouldn’t have been issued to your former frightful fagmistress?” She winked once. “You may recall my senior sibling is The Ice Queen,” she said, “and so Sis mentioned many matters of interest to me. Kirstin kept one in her study for use during Senior Swaps.” Which was fair comment, so something he’d not thought through. “Did you want to give their gonads a good going over, Karen?” he asked sourly, “since I’ll have them spread their legs for you, if you do.”

 

She nodded neatly….but then she WAS one of The Knackies of dorm 4K. “What are their dorm designations….Wanker Boy Will?” she asked, pointedly omitting any salutation, as indeed she was now entitled to do. “Nuke’em’s in dorm 6W,” he said, “whereas Matt Black’s is 3D.” She smiled slightly. “So one of The Six Wankers,” she said, “the same as you were once….plus one of the little devils. Are they both Dominant dolts?” Got it in one. “Indeed, Karen,” he agreed, “thus I always enjoy taking them down, and showing them some Superiority. So legs apart, bad boys. You might as well have some humbling at her hands….and mine.”

 

They both obeyed instantly. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….” gasped his senior fag as his scrotum was stretched several times, “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” his junior colleague added similarly. “May we see whether they’d pass an erection inspection?” she enquired. He gestured towards them, and they stood slowly. “Two Stiffie Salutes,” he said, “which is a new phrase we’ll be using shortly at St Sticks. Shagger learned it earlier this week at a hellhole called St Bowlers, and Terrence will be announcing it tomorrow morning in assembly.”

 

She sniggered softly. “It’s three, if we’re including yours, Wanker Boy Will,” she said wryly, “your eight inches of erotic enjoyment….which is what this visit’s all about. Might I cordially request you retire to your bed....but alas not for any hanky panky.” He nodded, as she picked up his cane from the table. “Yes….Ma’am,” he muttered, as he strode across the study. “Place a pillow beneath your bum,” she continued, “since I rather relish a raised rear for the rattan….” how she knew all these tricks of the trade was uncanny, “….if you must know, I’ve swished Sis like this on several sessions in her study last year….” so her apparent mind reading skills were also doing well, “….she edges eighdy to fordy….” eight dozen to four, “….sliding towards the submissive side of the spectrum. She taught me tanning, and always enjoyed being beaten by younger years.”

 

Once again he’d managed to miss out badly, simply from the sin of pride. After the Year LXXXVIII General Studies Caning Classes, when he’d finally learned how to wield the weapon, he’d have been able to assist her with any amount of acute agonies onto an adorable arse. But no….since he’d sat seething in dorm 6W, exactly as he’d said earlier to his fags. He placed the pillow into position, with his fanny feeling very vulnerable to vapulation.

 

His fanny had felt the full force of six sound Sex Thrashing strokes, all of which had hurt. Then she’d turned her attention to his testicles.

 

“I see you’re wearing Naccatape again, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, “so would you like to be my balls bulb boy?” Not half. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he replied, “UGHHH..UGHHH….BEEP BEEP....uhh….please feel free to do it again if you wish?” She licked her lips. “Don’t mind if I do,” she said softly. “UGHHH..UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he repeated….SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped at a sudden smack. “SUCH a sinner,” she said, even as his penis pulsed.

 

She stared scornfully at his watching fags. “I fear these felons have failed an erection inspection, Wanker Boy Will,” she said as he stood slowly, “I’m happy to help, if they’d benefit from a bit more beating?” He nodded. “Please proceed with posterior punishment, Karen,” he said, “as you can see from their stripes, I’d been clearing their beat sheets as you arrived. So it should be another three for the thrill of a thrashing….which is another new phrase. Bend over again, bad boys….whilst this wonderful wanton wicked wench whacks you….” he grinned, “….Matt Black can add it to his long list of worthless wanks, since he has the hots for you….well, as they both do.” She smiled slightly.

 

“It does my heart good,” she said, “to know there are any number of studs seeking stimulation from my slit. Fantasies are free, and fortunately I don’t have to fulfil them. Wanker Boy Will’s paid his deposit, with the same to follow, since my cunt currency is currently a dozen due….” Ohh, “….however be advised this may well increase, since it’s all a question of supply and demand. Next term I expect to be one of The Knackerers of dorm 5K….” not unreasonable, “….I may well make it another condition of copulation for all prospective pokers to accept a Voluntary Victim night….”

 

he saw John Newcombe’s face suddenly set hard, “….and taps taken to the testicles. I doubt it will much matter if some studs can’t cope with the conditions for coitus, since there’ll be plenty more where they….well, cum from….” she paused after this exposition, “….I’ll be generous and make these staccato style. Could you please put them onto your Private Beat Sheet, since I don’t yet run one?” He nodded, “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he said without thinking, even though they were still supposedly equals. Somehow she’d carefully crafted a spell over him. He’d look into their eyes, since it was his turn for some suitable Schadenfreude. After all, they’d watched his whacks….and how humiliating had it been, as their fearsome fagmaster?

 

Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk

“Yeee..HEEE..EEEE,” yelped Nuke’em, “three, thank you, Ma’am….I definitely deserved my discipline.” He didn’t mention anything about Victim nights, so he suspected these they were a step too far for such a Dominant dolt.

 

Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkk

“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE,” yelped Matt Black, “three, thank you, Ma’am….I know I needed them for thinking such impure and inappropriate thoughts about your person, Ma’am. I’m happy to sign myself up for a session in your new dorm.” He reckoned he’d rate his junior fag’s chances of sexual success in three years’ time markedly more than his senior one next term. “Thank you Karen,” he said, “for laying down the ground rules so openly and honestly. I’ll be fascinated to find out how well they’ve worked in practice when I visit The Styx next Spring.”

 

She nodded sagely, as she handed him back his shower robe. “So will I….Sir,” she said politely, as she made for the door. “All right, bad boys….” he said after it had closed behind her, and he’d put the robe back on, “….you can stand up and sort yourselves out.” He waited, knowing what was next. “Ahhh….” they both gasped as their hems scraped across their punished posteriors, “….uhhh,” added Nuke’em as the coarse velcro material teased his tool terribly. At least the taut tight trousers spared the younger year some suffering. However, he too would be starting his three year stint with Knackerpants next term.This WAS something with which he’d sympathy. When he himself had been one of The Brownie Boys, they’d worn Standard Schoolboy Spanking Shorts.

 

“By the way,” he said, “for tomorrow morning, you’re both Swapped. As such, you should report to sodding Shagger at the usual time. Be aware he’s in study 24 on Level 6, which is the worst one in the wing. You wouldn’t want to be late, so allow extra transit time….” he gave an especially evil grin, “….he’s looking forward to using his S7, since his fags are floozies, so it’s a rare treat….” they both shivered slightly, with good reason, “….I can tell you we’re now firm friends….” this time there were looks of shock, “….since we did a St Stickshake in this very study at lunchtime today. I suppose I shouldn’t really add the standard epithet to his name any longer, but old habits die hard….” he paused, “….you’re both dismissed for the day.” They nodded respectfully. “Yes, Sir,” they both said in unison, and headed out of the study.

 

He recalled how he’d done as she’d asked, after he’d made up each Fagging Beat Sheet with all the dished derrière discipline.

  

He shed his shower robe and socks, since he’d need to be back In The Pink shortly. Might there be time for tools with a porn publication? He padded to his bedside cabinet, and opened the second drawer down. As always, this was the one which contained the suspect stuff. Then he extracted his subscription copy of WANKER! He stared at the front cover, which was of a lovely Lady leering in a public park. I know you’re a worthless wanker, she seemed to be saying, so strip starkers and start stroking your shaft.

 

His eyes fell again on the injunction: Feel the shame of taking your favourite magazine to the checkout Lady. He still enjoyed buying the occasional copy in a newsagent, since the horrendous humiliation was so squirmingly and sordidly scrumptious. He set it down onto the table, and took himself in hand. “Uhhh….yes, Ma’am,” he moaned, “….I’m Wanker Boy Will, who can’t get cunt….uhhh….” he knelt, since from the camera angle, the photographer had done so, “….it’s your obvious disdain and disgust for my dick which does for me….uhhh….” suddenly she had a name, “….uhhh….I’m going to fuck your fancy, Rocky….uhhh….I’m going to get your cute cunt….” she’d said he should think about her during the week, so he was only doing as asked, “….humiliate me in public….uhhh….make me wank like this first….uhhh.”

 

 He’d best stop short. Otherwise his date this evening would be unimpressed with a poor poking performance. Nevertheless, he was an expert at edging, so he could easily spend another half hour taking himself almost to the brink, but not beyond. Then there was another knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” he said without thinking, before realizing too late how embarrassing this might be. The door opened and his temporary dorm captain entered. “Hello, Aesop,” he said with a guilty grin, as the younger year stared at his sin. “I haven’t seen this issue….Wanker Boy Will,” he said with a smile, “but don’t let me interrupt anything. I simply called to ask whether I might usefully use your shower, since you were kind enough to offer it this morning….” he paused, “….on the other hand, maybe I could join you in your deliberations, since she’s something else again this month.”

 

 He nodded. “Strip starkers,” he said, “and we’ll both wank worthlessly….starting with our own willy, and then with each other’s if you wish.” Aesop Hislop shed his pink uniform, folding each item to the floor. Complete care in such matters had been competently caned into him over six long years at St Sticks, the same as everyone else. “If any of the others from The six X-hibiti♂nists would like to use the facility this evening,” he said, “I’m playing away, and won’t be back until fagging time tomorrow morning.

 

 His colleague knelt next to him, naked. “Lucky lad,” he observed, “since you must have two dates.” He shrugged. “True,” he admitted, “although I’ve a Detention to do first. Alix The Phallix took his usual exception to my lack of drawing abilities yesterday afternoon, something which occurred on occasion when I was a Brownie Boy.”

 

12. I am a complete cretin who cannot create any worthwhile artwork.

Sheet (5) of (10)

 He risked a quick peek to his left, and saw the sheet stated she was Toulouse, Charlotte. A second glance to the right confirmed the other one was Lydia. Hell….even their handwriting was identical. Now he took a fresh sheet of paper from the pile, and headed it up.

 

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: Mr Alixander Fall

Scholar dorm:    6X                                Supervisor (if applicable): Mr Alixander Fall

Date set:                                     Detention date (if applicable)

 

He added the dates, and started writing again, his brain moving effortlessly back onto autopilot. He recalled how they’d edged each other endlessly, also taking some time to suggest several shared sordid sentiments about The Ice Maiden’s some-to-be-sixteen year old slit. Then Arse Up Aesop had padded away into the shower room. He himself had put on his pink Short Shirt, and headed down to the main assembly hall. This had been a daily chore for the past week, although technically speaking it wasn’t necessary. Detainees could, if they preferred, simply turn up and choose their medicine at the time. However it had always been his preference to see the selection of Supervisors on offer in advance.

 

superior sir spanks

Chapter 237 - part (2) of (4)

 Restoration Friday

Ouch….as they picked up their bags, and padded painfully towards the door. “The two studs have had some starkers swishing, sinful slut,” said Silage, “so you should similarly shed your Short Shirt. You may assume the Position, and….” his next words were lost, as it closed behind them. Then the suffering started, coupled with the cries of the culpable canee. Finally this too faded, only to be replaced by more rattan from a different direction. “Empty your locker, bad boy,” he said when they reached the area, “since you won’t be needing it any longer.”

 

He put the remaining books into his bag. “All of which went well, Will….” he said wittily as they continued through the long, dark cold corridors, “….Shirley and I had agreed in advance how he’d continually pick on us in every lesson. He’d suggested we meet the Malacca model at some stage….” Ouch, “….I’ve hit HIM hard with it too….one Monday evening a few weeks ago. He was screwing Shirley in her study when I burst inside, role-playing the wronged spouse. I was her hubby, returning after a business trip to find her up to no good….” but what a wonderful Wife, “….since BSc DOES have a small subbie side….” he’d never known, “….did you see how he looked at Rocky….?” he nodded, “….I daresay at some stage next term she’ll be birching him over the Block.” Which was almost unbelievable.

 

“Shall we rub each other’s raw rears, Will?” he asked, “in accordance with the school rules?” Not half. “Yes, please, Sir,” he replied. “Ohh….ohh….ohh,” they each moaned as they reached the stone steps of the Administration wing, and started up the first flight. “You’ve really done well with the six sneaks,” he continued, “an absolutely amazing achievement. What was it which made them more malleable?” He smiled, as they reached the Level 1 landing. “I finally worked out they were essentially closet Humilatrices, Sir,” he explained as they started along The Headmaster’s Corridor, “which is similar to sneaking. So I too took huge helpings of humbling and humiliation, albeit playing both ways, since they’re all switches of some sort. Anyway, the end result was my patronage.” Seconds later, they reached their destination. “Good thinking,” said Shagger, “since nobody’s thought of it before.”

 

Iain Terrence Hayter, M.A. (Oxon)

Headmaster

Susan Sweet

School Secretary

The green overhead warning light was illuminated, and the door wide open. His prefect peer padded straight inside, and he followed. “Hello, Sue,” he said warmly, “I’ve brought Wanker Boy Will for his restoration. Are we good to go in….although it’ll be a pleasant change not to be doing so for a beating by the beak?” She winked once. “You are indeed,” said a villain’s voice over the intercom, “the beak is waiting, so do step inside….without up chatting up the talent.” Oops….but he didn’t sound stern, as together they approached the study door.

 

Iain Terrence Hayter, M.A. (Oxon)

Quam celerrime

 Shagger opened it politely, and gestured for him to enter first. With a slightly straining shaft, he duly did so, and they both set down their bags. “Good afternoon, Wanker Boy Will….” said The Interrogator with a slight smile as they stopped short of the desk. It was empty apart from a cane and a pile of basic black uniform. Hopefully, it was his own? Then he held hands behind head in sinful schoolboy style, “….since this is not a time of Explanation, we are under no time pressure….” as always, he avoided the use of all apostrophes, “….as is normally the case after assembly….” hence As Quickly As Possible, as his logo stated, “….therefore, we will be able to take matters in a more leisurely fashion. I am not surprised to see Shagger in such a sordid state, since I am aware of his fondness for wandering around the school unclothed….

 

….I am afraid it does rather demonstrate the difficulty of attempting to assign either embarrassment or shame to an exhibitionist. But it would appear he has a convert to the cause? Last week, you were here with a willy wavering wildly, and knobbly knees knocking….” as indeed he’d confirmed in class, “….whereas on Wednesday for your Explanation, I saw plenty of personality, poise and panache….” nice of him to notice, “….therefore, I think some thanks are due to your prefect peer for putting forward his proposal to me about where you were billeted.” He pursed his lips. “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “I’m VERY grateful it wasn’t The Six Nasties.” Especially after how they’d made Shagger suffer.

 

“Talking of straining shafts, Sir,” said Shagger, “I’d like to pass on a couple of new phrases which I picked up at St Bowlers on Tuesday. The first is the so-called Stiffie Salute….as you can see….” which his frightful fagmistress had mentioned the previous day. He glanced down, and sure enough both penises were pulsing. Probably it was a Pavlovian response from regular receipt of the rattan on the rear, “….and the second of which follows a flogging. It’s called three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing.” The Headmaster smiled. “I can only agree,” he said, “and I will introduce each in assembly next week, for everyone’s future use. But turning now to the matter in hand, the time of rustication has now been concluded. Accordingly, Wanker Boy Will can shed his Short Shirt, when I welcome him back into the ranks of the prefects.” Even though it had felt like forever.

 

“Please, Sir,” he said, folding it neatly onto the table, “maybe your motives weren’t completely pious, but in fact everything’s turned out very well. I’m aware you had disciplinary designs on my derrière….” he was interrupted by his prefect peer, “….his particularly pert and punishable posterior….” he interjected, as The Headmaster acknowledged them with a neat nod, and he took back the conversation, “….Shagger and I have just enjoyed a time of tanning together in Mr Sileas Crabbe’s Biology class, Sir….as is probably plain from our punished posteriors. But I’d value voluntary vapulation….” one of Shagger’s Big Words for Flogging, “….and suggest you still swish me….with six sound starkers souvenir strokes of a BCNU beating.” Iain Terrence Hayter beamed widely.

 

“This is very reasonable of you….William,” he replied, “we might say you have successfully managed a Mental Makeover….” maybe We might? “….was this suggestion your own idea?” Alas, no. “I have to confess it was The Full Twins, Sir,” he admitted, “yesterday evening….after I’d bonked them both….” The Headmaster nodded, picked up the cane from his desk, “….Shagger suffered six, stating some of the Standard Subbie Swishing Sentiments, so I’ll do the same, Sir.” He flexed it firmly between his fingers, “You may use the Rapid Responses,” he said, “without any cut count, some suitable salutation or any affirmation of appreciation.” Which were rather rare. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “even so, it will enable me to savour each stroke. After all, this may be my final flogging at my Headmaster’s hands….” he paused, recalling what Shirley Greene and Stinks had said the previous day, “….unless I’m able to sign up for Summer School?

 

There was a sudden snigger over the intercom. “I’ll look out an application form, Will,” she said, “with one for Shagger, whilst I’m about it.” The other smiled. “Best make it three, Sue,” he said, “since I’m certain my parents will wish to attend again….” he winked once, “….my philandering father will wish to play In The Pink, since he leans ’levendy ’leven in disciplinary disposition….” 143 to 1 against, in old money, “….his Year Of Hell was anything but, and was his happiest. By contrast, my Mother’s a sixdy-sixdy switch….” six dozen to the gross, “….so she may take two weeks. It’ll be one playing previous prefect, and the second as subbie….or the other way around. Whether it’s at the same time is another matter, since I wouldn’t want to cramp their style. On the other hand, we ARE all consenting adults….” he paused, “….maybe my Missus and her Mother might do so, too?”

 

Sue Sweet sniffed. “I’m hoping to…..well, see Georgie Boy soon before the end of term….” presumably to screw him? “….if so, I can hand them over personally. Brenda Smith already has hers, and obviously she’ll sign up for your week.” He couldn’t imagine his own parents partaking, even though they’d both been sometime scholars. Then he had second thoughts. “Please, Sue,” he asked the empty air, “could you kindly check, and tell me whether mine attended last year? I’m suddenly suspicious, since there was an unexplained absence during the summer holidays. They both claimed it had been a business trip to Barbados….although they didn’t seem terribly tanned.” Shagger smiled, knowingly. “Maybe it might have been in another way?” he said wittily, “but just their tushes….which you might not have seen?” This was true. “It’ll take me a few minutes, Will,” she replied.

 

Iain Terrence Hayter pursed his lips. “I do not recall them,” he said, “but you should understand Summer School runs for some six weeks, and I do not attend it all….since I too travel abroad. Though this year, it will be with my fiancée….” Anastasia Girling, normally known as Nasty Girl, “….since Stacy has selected various venues to visit. She has a horrid hankering for Alcatraz island, off the coast of San Francisco. Alas one of her filthy fantasies is to photograph me starkers in the cells….” Oops, “….with her dressed in the prison Wardress wear, as some sort of Sadistic Screw….” he too winked once, “….fortunately the facility is no longer operational as such, but a tourist attraction. Therefore, we may have to bribe one of the guides to look the other way for a few minutes.” Shagger smiled. “It’s not a bad idea, Sir,” he said, “since maybe my Missus or ménage might do something similar.”

 

The Headmaster smiled widely. “This being a quatre, Shagger?” he enquired. “No, Sir,” he replied, “it’s actually a cinq, since The Green Goddess has joined the fold of four.” The BASTARD….since this was something she hadn’t told him. “When did this latest acquisition occur?” he asked mildly. “It was also on our visit to St Bodlians School, Sir,” he replied, “making the suggestion on Monday evening. She spoke to Sir Digby Vaillance the following morning about obtaining a possible place at the University of Lancashire. We’ll pass over the unpleasantly painful parts, which I’m afraid involved all sorts of suffering. But the result is in the affirmative, subject only to three grade E’s at A-Level. Fortunately all three Smiths are relaxed about it, but then Shirley’s been favourite friends with both Bren and Miffy for over a year.” Being the half-Sisters, Brenda and Myfanwy.

 

Then the intercom crackled again. “It all sounds similar to Our Man Flint,” she said sourly, “the seriously sexist super-stud secret agent series of film flicks from the swinging sixties. He had a harem of four permanent playmates, and finished the first film with five. Mind you, I could go for the ancient actor James Coburn, who played the part….” she giggled girlishly, “….it may be the fulfilment for your nocturnal persona of Dave Granger….who’s always in grave danger….” very witty, “….I’ve found the listings from Year LXXXVIII….” she paused, “….and it’s guilty as charged….” really? “….two weeks in August for Edward and Nicola Shanks. I’ve leafed through his confidential school records….” which therefore weren’t quite so, since it was the Secretary who secured the secrets, “….it seems he was tall, reaching 6’2” by the time he was a pupil In The Pink. Apparently it was the same height as King Edward I, which made his nickname of Longshanks especially appropriate….” ha bloody ha….so why had he never heard it before?

 

He’d have to tackle his parents about it. “Perhaps you could delve into the archives again, and dish the dirt on my Mum?” he asked, sourly, “I’d be fascinated to find out what dorms they were in, since they’ve never divulged the details.” There was a short pause. “Your dad was one of The Six Oglers,” she replied, “so I’d imagine he spent a lot of time Ogling Obviously Over your Mother…..” very fucking funny…..but probably quite correct, if he hailed from dorm 6O, “…. what was her Maiden name?” An easy one. “She was Nicola Noland, Sue,” he replied.

 

“Whilst we are waiting, William,” said Iain Terrence Hayter, “we may as well commence your caning. Perhaps you could kindly assume the Position?” He duly did so….FLASHH “….I’m sure you’d appreciate a pictorial record for one of the final formal floggings from your not-sp illustrious school career, Will….” said Shagger, suddenly holding a camera. Presumably he’d had it in his bag? “….perhaps a posed one next, with Terrence gauging the angles against an already aching arse….?” FLASHH “….I’ll place prints in the Camera Club too.” Why not? “Please, Sir,” he said slyly, “be HARD with me….since I’m hard with you, Sir.” The Headmaster smiled widely. “Here, I am always happy to help,” he said, “so I will really make you yelp….and bring you yeeing to your toes each time.”

 

SWISHHTHWACKKK “….YEEE…” he yelped….FLASHH “….stroke my stripes with the stick to show your Superiority, Sir….ohh….ohh.” SWISHHTHWACKKK “….YEEE….I believe bad boys’ bare bottoms are best beaten by the beak, Sir.” SWISHHTHWACKKK “….YEEE….prolonged posterior punishment puts me properly in my place,” he rocked further forward….SWISHHTHWACKKK  “….YEEE….hit my hurting hiney HARDER, Sir.” SWISHHTHWACKKKKK….FLASHH “….YEEEEEE….which was a GOOD one, Sir….huhh….I constantly crave continual caning correction at all costs….huhh….and I’m not far off the edge….huhh….another stroke should do it, SIR.” A week ago, he’d never have thought of himself in such a sordid subbie situation….and enjoying every minute of it.

 

Then the intercom crackled again. “Now seems a good time to interrupt,” said Sue Sweet, “since as studied sadism, it will stop Sir short at the penultimate stroke….” thus allowing him more mental misery, and an aching arse with the caning not quite concluded, “….I’ve located your Mother. It seems she’s slightly older than your father, and was one of The Six Frustrators from Year LVIII….” dorm 6F, “….and her….well, nickname was No Knickers….” very droll, “….I daresay they got together, so to speak, the following Year LIX when she was a pretty prefect.” It must have worked out well, despite the frustration fun, otherwise he wouldn’t be here. “Does it divulge their disciplinary dispositions, Sue?” he asked.

 

“They both nudge ninedy to thirdy in the direction of Domination,” she replied, “as I daresay you’ve discovered at home the hard way.” He shivered slightly. “Yes,” he agreed, “I was on a Rattan Regime at the relatively early age of eleven….and I remember a raw rear from each of them. They’d take it in turns to tan my tush, with my younger brother Armitage watching the whacks….ohh,” he added as his stripes were stroked with the stick. “Alas,” said The Interrogator, “all good things must come to an end. So here is the coup de grâce….until Summer School, at least.”  SWISHHTHWACKKKKKKK “….YEEEEEE…. I’m a worthless wanker which wanted the whacks, SIR….UHHH,” he gasped, as a sudden spurt shot from his shaft, “Be Seein’ You, SIR….UHHH….thank you for my thoroughly therapeutic thrashing….UHHH.” There were two separate sniggers.

 

“Stand up, Will,” said Shagger, “since it seems Sir’s successfully swished some spunk….” FLASHH “….I’ve caught some spots falling onto the floor….” he pressed the camera button again, but nothing happened, “….drat, the film’s finished, so I’ll rewind it….” he turned a small handle, “….I’ll leave it with Sue to have it developed….hopefully before the end of term….” the intercom crackled again, “….it’ll be Monday morning, at the very latest, Shagger,” she said, “and I’ll order three sets of prints. Undoubtedly all the shots are somewhat sinful, and I expect you’ll be wanting to hand out copies to everyone concerned….in addition to the Camera Club.” Highly likely.

 

“Here is a tissue for your tool, William,” said Headmaster warmly, whilst handing it over, “and you are welcome to dress.” He dabbed himself down, wiped up the incriminating evidence from the wooden floor, and put the result into a wastepaper basket. “I won’t bother, Sir….” he said, picking up his black tie, “….I’m afraid incorrigible exhibitionism IS catching….” he put it on, “….this should suffice for prefect’s privileges for the trek back to my study….always assuming it’s been unlocked?” The Headmaster nodded. “Yes,” Sue Sweet confirmed, “incidentally, I leafed through your Hit List earlier when I did so….” why hadn’t she just hung it outside and be done with it? “…. it looks like you won’t be spending much time on your own until the end of term.” So Genuine Jam tomorrow….or at least copious quantities of cunt cream.

 

“I have one final request, William,” said The Headmaster, “which is for you to be my balls bulb boy. We are within school hours, so I will fully understand if you feel it is not properly professional.” He shrugged. “Be my guest, Sir,” he said, adopting the Position For Pain. “UGHHH..UGHHH….BEEP BEEP.” Then he picked up the discarded Short Shirt, plus his basic black, and padded to where his prefect peer was waiting. He stowed it all into his bag as Shagger opened the door, and together they returned into Sue Sweet’s office.

 

“Such SHOCKING studs….” she said with a wide smile as they approached her desk, “….I’m afraid I came a couple of times whilst Eavesdropping….” she licked her lips, “….I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve put myself down for an hour at eight o’clock on Tuesday evening….” really? “….I do desperately want to sample your eight inches of erotic enjoyment, even if you don’t want me as a disciplinary Domme….” Shagger handed her the roll of exposed film, “….thank you.” Most likely, it contained quite a lot of….well, exposure.

 

“Certainly….Sue,” he replied graciously, “I shall look forward to it immensely. I once leaned at least ’levendy as a Dominant dolt, but various vivacious vixens have since successfully stimulated my small submissive side. So I reckon I now nudge ninedy to thirdy….seemingly the same as my parents. As such, I’ll be delighted to meet with Fräulein Major Süß in either of her role-play personas of die Gefängnislagerkommandantin or das Geheime Staatspolizeimädchen….” the prison Camp Commandant or the Gestapo Girl, “….or Miss Whiplash….” he paused, “….I was once a German garçon, so I’m happy to have an interrogation entirely in the language….ohh,” he added as she stroked his cheek, and her touch was 1000V.

 

“These are the application forms for Summer School,” she said, handing them over, “there are three for each of you. Week 1 starts on the Saturday after Departure Day, and the final one is week 7. Your parents can post theirs back to me, if they wish to attend….” he could complete his own sometime during the next week, “….auf wiedersehen….böse Jungen,” she said, licking her lips. “We’re DEFINITELY bad boys, Sue,” said Shagger, “as you may have noticed….?” she nodded neatly, “….could you kindly give this Deposition to Terrence….?” he handed her an envelope, “….which I shall doubtless enjoy reading, Shagger,” said the empty air.

 

“Here are all my text books from this week, Sue,” he said, placing them onto her desk, “I’ll keep the exercise ones for souvenirs, and all the uniform, since I might well be playing In The Pink again.” She nodded neatly, and they padded away. Perhaps she should have said auf wieder ficken….to fuck again? “You’ll be poking plenty of pussy, Will,” he said as they continued along The Headmaster’s Corridor, “as indeed Sue said. It’s not so much as the term going out with a bang, but lots of them.” Very fucking funny….albeit absolutely accurate.

 

“What was worth your visit to this St Bowlers place….Shagger?” he asked, as they were finally equals again, “as I couldn’t enquire of The Green Goddess without being caned for the crime of Questions.” The other shrugged. “It was a Presentation for Naccarim by Have A Thrash,” he replied, “since one of their Governors was interested. You’ve met her, as it happens….” he had? “….Lady Soixante Delia Brusch, who you may recall visited Madam Dee’s Reformatory during the Spring holidays….” she with the deafening voice, “….I’m afraid she wasn’t terribly taken with you at the time, but Relay and I assured her you were simply starting out on the long road of learning….” the previous prefect, Raymond Lee, “….anyway, two models were needed to show off the GIM uniform and how the game worked….” presumably not Malacca ones? “….so we both accompanied Ava to Rugby. I’m pleased to say their Headmaster was quite taken….” with her, or the game? Probably it had been a bit of both, “….and there might well be the start of a league in the Autumn….with St Sticks and St Templars.”

 

Even so, he suspected there was much more to this than met the eye? “Why is the school so called, Shagger?” he asked as they started down the flight of empty stone steps. They weren’t echoing from their passing, both being barefoot, but whackings wafting on the wind. “It’s because the bad boys all wear bowler hats,” he replied, “and the guilty girls will as well….starting September, since up until now it’s been single sex.” He smiled slightly. “What’s the caning like?” he enquired using the same phrase as so many new nix and nax the world over. “It’s good and hard….” Shagger replied in similar manner, but with a slight grimace.

 

Clearly, he’d had some hits himself, “….although the lower 6^th form is birched bare over the Block….” Ouch, “….they have Felon Flogging Fridays at five, which are applied after three Detentions….and multiples thereof. They’re taken on stage in their assembly hall, and offer out an appreciative audience of younger years. The Deposition I’ve just done details it all.” Interesting indeed, since he’d caught the phrase when talking to Terrence during the Summer Balls the previous evening.

 

They reached the entrance hall, and started into the first long, dark cold corridor. “I had the Big One on Wednesday,” he said in slightly strangled tones, “as an Explanation, although I’d have preferred it in public. But talking of stages, I was wanting to ask about….err….your so-called London Club….err….which you mentioned when we were in The Flaunts….” dorm 5F, “….I believe it was called On-Stage Stooge….” the other nodded, absently, “….apparently an exhibitionist’s paradise, where big bad boys present posteriors for punishments in public. You stated it was where one wanks worthlessly, with the wanton wicked wenches and Witches watching….” he could feel his penis pulsing at the possible prospect, “….from the sordid state of our shafts, I strongly suspect it’s straight up BOTH our streets.”

 

Shagger smiled. “Yes,” he agreed, “although you may have been wondering how I have such membership at my tender age….?” too ruddy well right, “….the answer is because Sir Digby Vallaince is MY Patron. It’s amazing how having one helps immensely with ironing out life’s little problems….” indeed so, “….another perk is guest membership of several slightly suspect clubs. I’ve only been to On-stage Stooge once, but it was great fun.”

 

Now they arrived at the Prefects’ Study wing, and started up the set of identical stone steps. “Might there be any prospect of me being….well, a guest’s guest?” he asked, “somehow I could see us swishing each other….before some stroking on stage at some sinful sluts.” Possibly this was asking a lot? “I daresay something might be managed during the holidays, Will,” he replied, “I don’t mind standing you an evening’s entertainment, and as you suggested, we could offer a disciplinary duet. When I attended in the Spring, I promised the lovely Ladies they could see me swished soundly sometime in the summer. We could tan each other’s tush in turn, switching between sinful schoolboy and Superior Sir….” bring it on, “….although I’d strongly suggest we didn’t spurt too much, since an overnight stay would be needed at The Regal Rooms….which is a No Tell hotel. I can book a twin room, but it’s most likely you’d be scoring somewhere else….perhaps even with 60dB, as she’s known….” he grinned suddenly, “….she enjoys her sex slaves….” really? “….I’ll tell her you’re a Reformed character, and how your pussy pleasing skills are now second to none….” damn’ indecent of him, “….we’ll sort out a time when we’re not away at either Summer School….or a Reformatory….” he paused, “….I shall be attending the one at Pennance. Presumably you’ll be heading towards Helmsdale-in-the-Hole?”

 

 He nodded as they rounded the Level 1 landing. “It’s perfectly possible,” he agreed, “although I haven’t confirmed it yet with Madam Dee….” maybe this evening? “….would you care to step into my study for a few minutes….” he paused, “….I wonder whether you might show me how to do Knacky Whacky….before a light lunch?” The other smiled widely. “It would be my pleasure….” he replied as they reached the Level 2 landing, “….Shirley said she’d talked to you about it yesterday. Ray and I enjoyed it together this time last year.” A couple of minutes later, they reached their destination of study 13. It was unlucky for some, and almost always included his fustigated fags. It was another Big Word for Flogged….a gratuitous grandiloquism, as Shagger was always saying.

 

William Shanks

Mihi parendum est

 

You Must Obey Me read the Latin logo, and absolutely apt for the Dominant dolt he’d always been. He tried the door, and discovered it had indeed been unlocked. So he pushed it open, and gestured towards Shagger to enter first. The other set down his bag inside, whilst he did the same before closing the door quietly. Then he opened his Hit List at the back.

 

Wear and Tear, anytime after 13^th November, Year XCI

“It’s Forward Fornication,” he explained, “with a conjugal call. They both asked me on Wednesday….after they’d watched my whacks as an explainee.” Shagger smiled. “I told you tannings assist with Soliciting sluts,” he said. “So you did,” he replied, “and I owe you an abject apology….or rather several such. First of all, for failing to shake your hand on Autumn Arrival Afternoon in Year LXXXVIII….” he offered it accordingly, and it was accepted, “….I’m also aware of how you did your damnedest to mend fences all through our period as prefects, with our weekly sessions of Private Study. Having had the benefit of a week’s worth of rustication, I understand much more about how to pay one’s penances. So I’m inviting you to beat me about a bit with some Put-You-In-Your-Place punishments. Hopefully you’ll show me you’re a Superior Sir, and also knacker my nuts?”

 

He took off his tie, and folded it tidily to the table. “Thanks….Shanks,” he replied, padding across to the back wall. As ever, it was completely covered with instruments of coercion and correction. Then he returned with a pair of stout metal handcuffs, a pair of canes and a French flogger. “We’ll have those hands behind your back, bad boy,” he continued, “and feet apart.” He duly did so. “Ohh….” he gasped as his wrists were locked, “….HOOO….!” he huffed as he saw his Standard St Stricktlands Study Scrotum Snatcher snaking upwards between his legs. He always kept it handy on his table, for use on his long-suffering senior fag. It was the incredible anticipation of it all which was so erotic, “….Sir….” the S7 cupped his crotch, “….AHHH….me balls.”

 

He bent forward automatically as his testicles were tweaked tightly by the teeth. “Close your legs and stand, Shanks,” he ordered, “only having had floozy fags, this is a rare treat for me.” Easily remedied. “Please, Sir….AHHH,” he replied, “I’m happy to offer some sort of Fagswaps…..AHHH….if it would help….AHHH.” The other smiled. “Thanks for the thought,” he said, “albeit not absolute altruism on your part….” rumbled, “….but yes, we’ll do so for tomorrow morning, and we can advise them all this afternoon. Meantime, I’ll prod your penis perpendicular….” clearly he’d done this all before, despite his aforementioned difficulties, “….it’s the agony and the ecstasy, as Michelangelo stated so many centuries ago.”

 

Though not quite in this context? “UHHH….” he moaned, as the primary pleasure centre was touched with the tip, “….AHHH….AHHH….” he added as his shaft stood straight, and the scrotum was stretched. Then the other padded around him, “….EEEE….HEEE….EEEE….HEEE,” he shouted as the S7 was lowered and raised repeatedly like a lever. “Please, Sir,” he said, “I’m sorry I’ve failed my erection inspection so spectacularly.” Shagger smiled. “Not so much as you will be shortly, Shanks,” he said, “bend over, and we’ll begin your beating.” He did so.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk

“Oww….one, thank you, Sir,” he gasped, since canees’ privilege was currently out of the question. “I too am happy to hit your hiney,” he said, “better late than never.”

 

Swishhhthwackkkk

“Ooo….two, thank you, Sir,” he gasped. “Consider it simply a sample of what you’ll be getting at On-Stage Stooge, Shanks,” he said….so Oo..er, yes SIR.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk

“Yeee….three, thank you, Sir,” he yelped, “thank you for the sample swishing, Sir. I’ll be looking forward to further floggings.” Although he wouldn’t have too long to wait for his next whacking. “Open your legs wide….” he ordered after an age. “Ohh,” he moaned as the offending item was removed, “….since it’s time to take the testicle twist. I’ll do so with a wrestling hold, one which Digger used on me last Tuesday….” he winked once, “….it was actually in the hotel car park in the middle of the night, and we were both similarly starkers….” he’d suspected some skulduggery, “….it’ll be the Backbreaker Submission position, which is inversion in incredible inferiority….” Oops, “….you’ll be knackered naked next on my knee….” he knelt behind him, “….over you go.” He leaned backwards, and almost at once his head and shoulders were on the floor. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….” he gasped as his scrotum was squeezed soundly, “….AHHH….AHHH,” he added as his reproductive retort was rotated.

 

“Now it’s the terrible one,” said Shagger, sternly. “AYEEEEE….HEEE,” he shouted, as he took a total turn. “You can be my balls bulb boy as well,” he said as the rotation was reversed. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped, before he was let loose, and slowly he slipped onto the floor. “Kneel,” he ordered, “so you can show me some respect. It’s just some light licking, the same as we did for Rick The Prick in The Six Wankers last year on Autumn Arrival Afternoon….” lovingly he licked along its length, “….UHHH….thank you….but now it’s time you met my martinet.” Thwackk “….Ahhh….” Thwackk “….Ahhh….” he gasped as the seven strands of sheer suffering strafed his shoulders.

 

Somehow this all put him in mind of mediæval monks. “More, Sir,” he moaned, “I’ve one with eleven lengths of lovely long leather, each knotted nastily at irregular intervals.” Shagger smiled, and retreated across the study. “Such shocking sin, Shanks,” he said sternly, “so flagellation follows….much like the old days in Stricktlands Abbey, I expect.” Clearly, his thoughts were running along similar lines….THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH,” he gasped again and again.

 

“All of which will do for now….Will,” he said, as he unclipped his bowtie, and put in onto the table, “I promised you some Knacky Whacky, so stand up….” he did so, and the handcuffs were removed, “….it’s a similar stance to Knacky Smacky, whereby we both wield the weapon whilst our nuts are knackered….” he handed him one, whilst they both stood side by side, “….needless to say, it’s the Rapid Responses. We’ll whack whilst we wish, and stop when we’ve seen some semen seeping. Again, any orgasm will be ruined, so it won’t affect your poking performance this evening….” he took hold of Shagger’s scrotum, “….ohh….I always enjoy having a hand on my best bits, since it makes me feel very vulnerable.”

 

Something else they shared, it seemed. “Ohh,” he moaned as his own gonads were grabbed. “Off we go, Will,” he said….Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh, ” Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh….” Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh,” Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh,” they each gasped as their tushes were tanned in turn, together with tweaked testicles.

 

Several minutes later he was feeling feverishly frisky, with a hot and hurting hiney….Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh.…HOOO!” gasped Shagger….Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh….HOOO! Show me some Superiority, SIR,” he replied. He wasn’t going to last long at the present rate of progress….Swishhthwackkk “….Oww….Ahh….HOOO! SIR….uhhh,” moaned his prefect peer, “I’m cumming with caning, SIR….UHHH….yes….yes….YES,” he added, “I’m likewise leaking liquid, Shagger….UHHH,” he replied, as some semen oozed out of his offered organ and fell onto the floor, “….yes….YESS….YESS.”

 

Together, they stood quietly. “I think we might reasonably award each other a good rub for our really raw rears, Will,” he said. “When we’ve done so,” he replied, “I’ve some cold cream, Shagger. It’s not something I often need, though occasionally I’ve offered it to a posterior pain pervert after tanning her to tears.” Maybe he might have been a little TOO tough on them? “You’ve taken part in the once a week Caning Contests in The Canteen, Shagger….ohh,” he moaned as his rear was rubbed, “did you usually screw someone after such sessions?” The other patronizingly patted his posterior,

 

“Yes, Will,” he admitted, “but it’s always easier after some shared swishing….ohh….or when you’ve been seen to have suffered….ohh….I’ve told you all this before during our periods of Private Study….” all right, so he had, and it was his own fault for ignoring it all, “….you should find you have several entries in your Hit List following your floggings from Silage’s lesson….ohh….my flogged fanny feels much better.” They released each other, and he padded across to his bedside cabinet. He opened the top drawer, and extracted a tube, together with tissues. Then he returned to where Shagger was standing. “Thanks, Will,” he said, as some was squeezed out, with more for himself, “Ohh….ohh….ohh….ohh,” they both moaned in unison. Then he knelt down and mopped up the mess, before disposing of the débris into a wastepaper basket.

 

“Shagger,” he said seriously, “I’m grateful for all your assistance as Guardian Angel during the past week. Considering how I’ve treated you over the past year, it’s been well beyond the call of duty. I must admit I’ve enjoyed this session immensely, and I’m REALLY looking forward to On-Stage Stooge. We won’t worry with next Wednesday’s Private Study penance, since so far as I’m concerned, it’s paid. Would you do me the honour of being my firm friend….with a St Stickshake?” The other nodded. “I’m more than happy to do so….” he replied, as this time they stood opposite each other and took hold of each other’s testicles, “….you stretch first, Will.” It would be seven such, taken to the sentiments of the old nursery rhyme.

 

So he’d do the first line, and Shagger could say the second, “….One, “….AHHHH, “….Two, “….AHHHH, “….Three, “….AHHHH, “….Four, “….AHHHH, “….Five, “….AHHHH, “….Six, “….AHHHH, “….Seven,” ….AHHHH,” gasped his newfound friend. Now it was his turn to say the rhyme….and his gonads would get as good as he’d just given, “….No, “….AHHHH, “….Bad, “….AHHHH, “….Boys “….AHHHH, “….Will, “….AHHHH, “….Go, “….AHHHH, “….To, “….AHHHH, “….Heaven,” ….AHHHH,” he gasped. “Might we share a week at Summer School, Shagger?” he suggested, “perhaps with us both in dorm 6X?” He nodded. “I’ve often been told I’d do well as one of the six X-hibiti♂nistS….and now I reckon you would, too….” his view entirely, “….it’s just after one o’clock, Will….” they looked at his study clock, which indeed read 1.03pm, “….so shall we dress, and enjoy some lunch, as you suggested? I daresay afternoon school will be a little light relief.”

 

They padded to their bags, and his prefect peer put the black bowtie inside. “Alas only until six o’clock, Shagger,” he said, “since then I’ve another Detention to do….which I was dished by Alix The Phallix yesterday afternoon.” The other nodded knowingly. “It happened to me often enough last year, Will,” he said as they started to dress, “Alixander Fall has a hatred of scholars who can’t draw. I was always having my work torn up in class last year, and then I was used as a reclining nude….” he grinned, “….which as an incorrigible exhibitionist was some small consolation. Was it the same with you?” Got it in one. “Yes,” he agreed, “I know what you mean….although with me it was Year LXXXVI. He’d make me into a still-life study, with a suitably straining shaft.” He shivered at the thought. “Perhaps something might be managed with some sort of Big One for you, William,” said Shagger, “leave it with me….” he paused, “….I’ll have one of my fags deliver my own Whangee weapon to you, as promised.” 

 

Newsletter - December 2022

Another calendar year has almost passed in real time. At The Styx, it passes rather differently, for obvious reasons. Chapter 237 has now been published complete for everyone receiving copy by email (despite the technical problems from a few days ago) and the first quarter for those reading my blog. Their remaining three quarters will continue every Friday as usual over the holiday period.

 

Another chunk of chapters will shortly be published onto One Drive, being №s 28 to 33 inclusive. They detail some of Shagger’s Spring Term in Year LXXXVIII, starting with his first interrogation by the prison Camp Commandant. (aka Susan Sweet, the School Secretary….not for nothing known as The SS)

 

Next month (and next year) sees Chapter 238 with Prize Day for Year LXXXIX, and everything it entails. At St Sticks, bottom marks in any subject means….well, more bottom marks. It’s also Harry Herbert Orwell’s appearance and penance in the Public Playground Pillory. Needless to say, there’s plenty of time during the day for Shagger to enjoy fun and frolics with the floozies.

 

I’ll use this opportunity to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, and also here’s hoping for a Happy New Year, wherever in the world you are.

 

My very best seasonal swishes

Dave

 

shamefully stripping starkers

Chapter 237 - part (1) of (4)

 Restoration Friday

It was midmorning break at St Stricktlands School, when the rusticated prefect William Shanks was walking quickly towards the Teaching wings. Obviously he wouldn’t run, since this was a cardinal and caneable crime. Hell….he’d been caught out often enough during his younger years. With a little luck, Lesson 3 would be his last such before restoration? Except, his memory prompted, he’d another dratted Detention to do this evening.

 

 Anyway, according to his special timetable, it would be Biology. Festina Lente, as Basil Sileas Crabbe was so fond of saying. It was also his study Latin logo….meaning More Haste Less Speed. Despite being caned in a corridor, the clock was still ticking. Thus the sinfully swished scholar ended up even later for their next lesson. Several minutes later, he reached his destination.

Room 202

He stepped inside, noting the time to be 11.14am, as according to the wall clock. He’d left it quite tight, in order to discourage yet more deviant damsels and Dominant dolts from demanding their dues. They were the ones who’d already knackered him into submission, and had him sign a Stretch Slave Sheet. He’d no idea how many of these there’d been during his week of rustication, but it was a LOT, with new signatures each day.

 

“Over here, Wanker Boy Will,” called out a somewhat soft sensual soprano, and he glanced around the room. It was The Green Goddess, seated with sodding Shagger, so he padded towards them. Both were wearing only pink Short Shirts, like him. “We weren’t expecting you,” she said, as he set down his bag of books, “but please do join us, if you wish. I’m afraid it’ll be some flogging fireworks, since this is one of the last lessons in this particular Prefects Placement Programme. It’s been worse whackings each week, Will….” in one way he hadn’t huge sympathy, since with Curricular Correction Classes they’d signed themselves up for this suffering, “….so I strongly suspect you’ll be somewhere in the firing line.”

 

He shivered slightly. “I’ll stay standing until Silage arrives….Shirley….” he said, omitting any salutation since they were presently equals. It had been a different matter earlier, when he’d still been her de facto senior fag, “….in addition to your Farewell Foursome….” and all the others. “….I was also caned in class during Lessons 1 and 2….ohh….ohh,” he added as she stroked his stripes.

 

There was a sudden silence, and everyone else stood similarly as Silage strode inside, seemingly stern. “Do sit down,” he said, “those of you who feel able.” He gritted his teeth. “Ahh,” he gasped as his raw rear reacted to the really rough raised ridges. They were always acutely uncomfortable, but worse because his beaten bottom was bare. Needless to say, the same sentiment was shared all around the room.

 

The teacher set down his bag of books onto the desk, and turned around. “In addition to my two favourite felons,” he continued, “we have Wanker Boy Will with us this morning….” there was loud laughter at his expense, “….ordinarily I would wait until the final week of the Summer Term to do this, but he can tell us today all about BCNU beatings….” oh, dear, “….however first of all, it’s time to take sodding Shagger to task….” he flexed a cane between his fingers, “….frankly, I’ve had it up to here with him. He’s far too big for his non-existent boots, and needs some proper Put-You-In-Your-Place punishment….” he pointed it towards their bench, and his heart thumped wildly, although hopefully it wouldn’t be him having the hits just yet? “….step out, Shagger, since it’s high time you met my So-Sorry-Sir-Ma’am-Malacca-model….” which sounded like a lovely Lady from a fashion magazine, “….Greene….do feel free to Lay Down The Law.”

 

He was under no illusions about his immediate future….although it wouldn’t have made much difference at which bench he’d sat. It would be types of tool teasing….stroking his shaft, and softly squeezing his scrotum. Then at some stage, she’d Shop him for a fictional infraction.

 

He watched whilst Shagger slowly sauntered out to the front, and stood by the desk with what was almost a swagger. Probably, he was playing to the gallery, but it certainly took some nerve? “I’m well aware of your private and impertinent nomenclature for me,” said the teacher, his face one of thunder, “I believe it’s BSc….standing for Bloody Sileas Crabbe….” there was more muted mirth, doubtless in case he turned on them, too? “….are you a Cocky Little Blighter?” Too true. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “and one which should be taken down. Prolonged and painful posterior punishment puts me properly in my place, Sir.”

 

So he was almost Asking for it. “I can only agree, bad boy,” he said with good humour, “having huge helpings of humbling and humiliation at my hands….” which wouldn’t work, since he was such an incorrigible exhibitionist, “….we’ll say some serious starkers swishing….with six strokes, simply for starters. Remove your Short Shirt, and bend over, bad boy. You should state one of the Standard Subbie Swishing Sentiments after each stroke.” Doubtless he’d heard all of them on occasion over the years, but not collated like this. 

 

SWISHHTHWACKK

“ONE, so sorry, SIR….” he said, claiming canees’ privilege. He stayed silent, apart from some suitable salutation, an affirmation of appreciation and the cut count, “….I deeply desire derrière discipline, Sir.”

 

SWISHHTHWACK

“OOO….TWO, so sorry, Sir,” he gasped, “bad boys’ bare bottoms are best beaten, Sir.”

 

SWISHHTHWACK

“YEEE….THREE, so sorry, SIR,” he yelped, “stroke my stripes with the stick to show some Superiority, Sir….ohh,” he added as this was done. He could see sodding Shagger’s face of pain, and stared into his eyes along with everyone else. It was with some Schadenfreude, or The Enjoyment Of Another’s Misfortune, something with which St Sticks suffered in spades.

 

SWISHHTHWACK

“YAROO….FOUR, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped, “I’m a wanker boy which wants the whacks, Sir.” This time there were several sniggers from the sinful sluts….and studs. But sodding Shagger HAD been one of the six wankers along with him the previous year.

SWISHHTHWACK

“YIKES….FIVE, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped, “I relish the rattan, and a really raw rear.”

 

SWISHHTHWACK

“YEOWW….SIX , so sorry, SIR,” he gasped, “I constantly crave continual caning correction in class, Sir.” There was a round of applause from the appreciative audience. “Have I succeeded in swishing any of the naughtiness out of you, bad boy?” Silage demanded. “No, Sir,” he replied, “so I suggest a second six, staccato style in pairs….only hit my hurting hiney harder….ohh,” he added as the stick stroked his seat again.   

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKKKK   

“YI..HI….EIGHT….a straight eight, so sorry, SIR.” he gasped with one of the Hurting Hellos. “Ohh,” he whispered as The Green Goddess grasped his gonads, and squeezed his scrotum.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK   

“YEEE..HAAA….a total of ten, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped with the Wild West Words. He recalled how Richard Sharp was always one to use them whilst being beaten. “Uhh….uhh,” he whispered whilst his willy was wanked worthlessly.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“Yayy..HEYY….TWELVE….a dozen due, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped with the second, “thank you for a thoroughly therapeutic thrashing….huhh….SIR, I’ve shot some semen, Sir.” The teacher nodded knowingly, with the expression of a good job well done. “Stand up, Shagger,” he ordered, “and let’s have a little look.” He duly did so, with a slightly smug smile which suggested he hadn’t been humbled by half.

 

A quick glance around the room revealed any number of fawning floozies, but sure enough he WAS leaking liquid. “It’s seven inches of circumcised sin, Shagger,” he said, “to say you’ve failed an erection inspection is somewhat of an understatement….” there was more mirth, “….it will be further flogging….and this time, the class can inspect your neat little bottom being beaten. As always, it’s simply Asking for the cane.” So Shagger had been told often enough. Apparently he had a mythical collection for whenever it was complimented like this….thus another two dollars into the pot.

 

Perhaps his own whacks would be worth watching by the wanton wicked wenches? Also, his own eight inches of erotic enjoyment should surely top his tool? But back on Planet Penis where his willy was wavering, from previous experience he should soon be Shopped for something? His prefect peer turned around to form the angle, and there were nine neat stripes, all equally spaced. BSc was GOOD, he agreed.   

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK     SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“Yaroooo..OOOO..HOOO….THIRDEEN so sorry, SIR….” formerly a frightful fifteen, “….thank you so much, Sir. I know I needed it for Being Bothered By Beating.” There were giggles from the guilty girls. “Stand up and face the class again, Shagger,” he said, “then tell me what we should do now?” He duly did so, with his hands behind his head. “Please, Sir,” he replied, “I should be knackered naked next, as necessary. There are three of The Six Nasties in this class, so I’m sure my not-so firm friends Roald, and the two Godfreys would like to show me some Superiority….” so was he, “….and since I signed their stretch slave sheets during my own rustication, they can demand their dues. Alternatively, since I’m wearing Naccatape, I can be a balls bulb boy….BEEP BEEP.”

 

The teacher gestured with the cane. “Gould, Fearing and Roth should step out,” he ordered, as three pink figures arose from their benches. Then they swaggered towards the desk, all smiling widely as though Christmas had….well, cum early this year. “Uhh….uhh,” he moaned as Shirley Greene continued to stimulate his shaft. “Did you have something to say, Shanks?” asked the teacher. “Uhhh….no, Sir….uhhh,” he replied, “it’s simply a certain stiffness, Sir.” There was loud laughter, although it was likely there were several other studs in a similarly sordid situation.

 

“We’ll have Rolled Gold for the first foray,” said Silage, “whilst The Gods Themselves hold his arms. Spread your legs wide, Shagger.” He did so with a second slight smile….and a straining shaft which indicated he was looking forward to all these indignities immensely. “I may as well record some of this for the purposes of posterity,” said Silage, suddenly brandishing a camera, “proceed, bad boys.”

 

He watched whilst Shagger’s arms and legs were held hard, and Roald Gould flexed his fingers. “It’ll be a knackering of a nasty nine from me, Sir,” he said, “since he gave us an utterly unfair flogging in dorm 6N a while ago. He did tell us at the time how we might end up in this situation, and I took leave to doubt it. Even now, I’m not sure I understand his motives, but each to his own….” look around, he radioed silently. Can’t you see how Shagger’s successfully Soliciting sluts? Alas, he was clearly another Dominant dolt….just the same as he himself had been only a week previously, “….so here we go.” His heart thumped. “AHHH….” he gasped “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH…. AHHH….” he continued, “….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….you’re so much my Superior, SIR.”

 

Finally, he was let loose. “I’d say he took a total of twelve seconds,” said the teacher mildly, “however there’s no harm done….” with any luck, “….now we’ll have The Wrath Of God.” Very witty, and he watched whilst they changed places. “He can be my balls bulb boy,” he said, “except I’ll do so several times, Sir….hopefully this won’t be a problem.” He was careful not to make it quite into a Question, in case it were caneable. “I’m sure it won’t, Roth,” he confirmed, “go ahead and get his gonads good.”

 

Once again, the prefect was presented for pain. “UGHHH….UGHHH….” he gasped as his scrotum was squashed soundly, the same as an old-fashioned motorcar horn from yesteryear, “….BEEP BEEP,” he added, with the slight smile which was required in such circumstances. It was similar to the swishees’ smirk. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he repeated, “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP.” Slowly, Shagger straightened a second time, “Finally it’s The Fear Of God,” said Silage as they changed places again. “I shall see if I can stretch some more semen from his sac, Sir,” he said, “since he seems to have so much surplus.”

 

Which was putting it mildly, although most of it ended up inside the lovely Ladies, rather than falling on the floor. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, as he bent forwards again, “….uhhh….SIR….you ARE stretching some spunk….AHHH….you’re so Superior, SIR….AHHH….uhhh….uhhh.” Slowly, he straightened again, and sure enough there was another line of liquid oozing off its end. “Take a tissue to your tool, bad boy,” said the teacher, handing one to each of them, “whilst the others mop up the mess.”

 

Then his former frightful fagmistress raised her hand. “What is it, Greene?” he asked. “Please, Sir,” she said, “Shanks has been Languishing Along Lovely Legs, Ogling Obviously Over me, and Leching Longingly Like A Loser.” The first felony was fiction, however the second pair weren’t a million miles awry. “Is this so, Shanks?” he asked. “No, Sir,” he replied hotly, also playing to the gallery, “it’s all complete fabrication, and there’s not a word of truth in it.” He was aware of what these words would cost him. Indeed this was something he’d not done since his time as a new nax, and one of The Little Red Ridinghoods. All new knackers learned the unwritten rule very quickly: Always Admit The Accusation, Even If It Isn’t True. “Indeed,” said Silage sternly, “so Shanks should step out here, whilst Shagger and the others return to their benches.”

 

At least it meant he wouldn’t be dealt with by the contingent from The six nasties. “Ohh,” he moaned as he arose, and his rear was removed from the really rough raised ridges. “If you please, I’ll stay standing, Sir,” said Shagger as they passed each other. Clearly he wasn’t looking forward to constant contact with a beaten bottom. “Very well,” he growled, “but keep those hands on head out of harm’s way….” he smiled slightly, “…. I daresay The Green Goddess will wish to soothe your stripes….” he turned towards him, “….shed your Short Shirt, Shanks. It will be one whack for each of the charges outlined, but with the dose of discipline duly doubled for a denial. You should know by now the word of an innocent young Lady is always believed implicitly….” even though it was a rogue’s charter, “….have you ever been whacked with a wonderfully whippy Whangee weapon, Wanker Boy Will?” he asked.

 

“No, Sir,” he replied sulkily, as he folded it neatly onto the desk, “I’ve not yet met the Malacca model.” This was about to change. “As you can see,” he continued didactically, “it’s knobbed nastily at irregular intervals all along its lovely length. The whole class will discover its delights….” there were various gasps, “….but not until next week….” he paused, “….therefore they can enjoy an anticipation of all acute agonies onto an aching arse over the weekend….” wonderful, “….so kindly assume the Position. This may be one of your last classroom canings, so I’ll make it memorable….” it wouldn’t, due to his Detention, however he bent over to be beaten, “….you HAVE been a bit of a bad boy, since there are several sets of stripes to be seen.”

 SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“OWW….one, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped, since the stroke had struck a previous strike. Canees’ privilege was already gone for good, at least for this class. “Now is a good time for you to tell everyone about BCNU beatings, bad boy,” he said sternly, as he stared into the sea of faces. There was Schadenfreude to be sure, but coupled with considerable concern.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“OOO..TWO, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped, “as you said, Sir, they take place during the final week of the Summer Term, and are specifically for the pupils In The Pink.”

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“YEEE..THREE, so sorry, SIR,” he yelped, “the abbreviation stands for Bare Canings, No uniform….as indeed I am now.” He saw several nods of sudden understanding.

SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“YAROOO..FOUR, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped, “it also stands for Be Seein’ You, which is what such swished scholars say when their caning has been concluded.”

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“YIKES..FIVE, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped, “each teacher is able to administer them entirely as they deem appropriate.” There was a short silence. “If anyone has any Questions,” said Silage, swishing the stick silently, “I’ll be pleased to address them.” Since they’d clearly still be caneable, he doubted there’d be any….and there weren’t.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“YEOWW..SIX….six of the VERY best, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped. “Stand up, Shanks,” he ordered, “so all the studs and sluts can see what should be a suitably straining shaft.” With a similarly smug smile to Shagger’s, he did so to various gasps from around the room. “I rather recall how your willy used to waver wildly,” the teacher mused, “and knobbly knees knocking, in abortive attempts to impress pussy with your prowess. It seems there’s been a sea change somewhere along the line?” He nodded.

 

“Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “by kind courtesy of The X-p♂sers and the six X-hibiti♂nists….” of 5X, and also his dearest dorm mates in 6X, “….I’ve always had a propensity to present a pulsing penis, but they’ve taught me how to do it properly, with poise and panache….” there were several sniggers, “….plus personality….” put in his prefect peer, “….shut up, Shagger,” said the teacher without turning, “….so sorry, Sir,” he added. “I think it’s time we temporarily turned our attention towards your testicles,” said Silage, “so we’ll ask for a volunteer from the various virtuous vixens. Hands up anyone, who’d like to help….?” there was flurry of activity, and he counted all twelve hands raised, “….it seems you’re somewhat spoiled for choice, Shanks….so pick one which appeals to your penis.” Was this for real….since never before had the sinful sluts shown such interest?

 

Then he saw a familiar fetching face. “Please, Sir,” he said, “I’ll have Rocky….err….I mean Roccella-Roland do the honours, Sir. I expect she might have liked to sit with me this morning, but Greene spotted me first.” There was a single smile, and eleven faces of deep disappointment. “Yes indeed, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, “however I wasn’t expecting you. As you see, I’m seated with The Gods Themselves….” she paused, “….who’ve been let off lightly thus far….” she sniffed, “….but the day is young.” So she might yet be able to Lay Down The Law, and Shop them similarly?

 

“Step out here,” he said, “I understand Shanks was responsible for Loo Roll’s recent change of nickname and Mental Makeover? It seems she’s now Rock’n’Roll, which is a considerable improvement….” he could only agree, “….there’s also the minor matter of how dorm 6S has had the additional epithet appended of Shanks’ P♀nies….” for the next week, anyway, “….the first recorded instance of a dorm adopting a prefect Patron who isn’t a Cunt Casanova. Tell me, are you hoping to….shall we say cement your suspect status with all the six sneaks before the end of term?” He nodded as she approached. “Yes, Sir,” he said, “hopefully it’ll be two….” twats, put in his personal demon, “….Tarts at a time, starting tomorrow evening. I can’t confirm it myself, since I haven’t had access to my study….or Hit List.”

 

She licked her lips. “I told you we’re all in there and rearing to go, Wanker Boy Will,” she said, “but alas there were already two teachers with prior entries.” Again there were several gasps. “Who are they?” asked Basil Sileas Crabbe. “Please, Sir,” she said, “it’s Ms Deborah Maddon this evening, followed by Mrs Edith Zippy on Saturday morning.” Both Godfreys gave him glares which would have torched toast at twendy paces. It was as well his restoration was imminent, or his nuts wouldn’t be worth knowing. “So it’s Madam Dee and Mississippi,” he mused, “didn’t the latter make you Walk The Plank last week?”

 

He nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he confirmed, “I had to jump off the top diving board into The Swimming Pool with a 7lb weight tied to my testicles, and swim to the shore….” there was more mirth, “….it’s her practice to pick on prefects past and present…..preferably plums pain perverts.” The teacher smiled. “Have you suffered similarly, Shagger?” he asked. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, “last year, since she also offers the facility out to new nax.” There was even more mirth. “Very well,” he said, “we’ll have Shanks in the Position For Pain.” He put his hands behind back with legs spread. Then he bent both knees, and leant backwards slightly. “He can take the testicle twist first, Sir,” she said, “after which I’ll squeeze his scrotum soundly. Next, he can be my balls bulb boy. Since he’s signed MY Sheet, I’ll demand my dues.” I love you too….as she flexed her fingers.

 

 “Ohh….AHHH….AHHH….” he gasped as his reproductive retort was rotated through two right angles, “….UGHHH..UGHHH….BEEP BEEP….” so what was next? “….AHHH….AHHH….me balls….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….ROCKY….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I am your stretch slave….MA’AM.”

 

There was a light round of applause. “Another nasty nine….” said Silage, “….don’t bother to stand, since we’ll sign you off with another three for the usual reason….” there was NO chance of him passing an erection inspection, “….would you like me to dish the discipline, Shanks? Or would you prefer the humiliation of having the hits from this wanton wicked wench?” He pursed his lips.

 

“Please, Sir,” he said finally, “I’ll take them from BOTH of you in turn, so honours will be equal.” There were more gasps, as the teacher handed it over. “Oo..er, Sir,” she said, “it IS nice and knobbly….and must pack a punch. I’m really looking forward to flogging his fanny....do you happen to have one, Shanks? Then I can use it on you again, for your Sex Thrashing.” He shook his head. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am,” he replied.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“YAROOO..OOOO..HOOO….NINE,” he gasped, since she too was no slouch at the stick, “….a nasty nine, so sorry, MA’AM. Clearly you did well in your General Studies Caning Classes, and I wouldn’t relish being your senior fag next term.” She smiled slightly as she returned the rattan to the teacher. “I can only agree,” he said faintly, with what seemed suspiciously like a look of lust.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“YEEEEE..HEEEE..EEEEE….THREE, so sorry, SIR,” he yelped, “I know I needed them, Sir. Might I most cordially say Be Seein’ you, SIR, with thanks for ALL my thorough thrashings over the years….if this might make a tanning template.” There were several sniggers. “Replace your Short Shirt,” he said with a smile, “and return to your bench, bad boy. You may stay standing, the same as Shagger. But we mustn’t forget our foremost feloness….” about time, too “….we’ll have The Green Goddess follow for some formal flogging. I expect there are some crimes to confess.”

 

She shrugged, as he put it on. “Ohh,” she moaned as she arose brandishing a piece of paper, before starting towards the desk. She winked once as they too passed in the aisle. “Please, Sir,” she said, “I admit authorship of this naughty Note.” She handed it to the teacher, who smiled widely. “Which states,” he read out, “Sodding Silage is a beastly big bastard who beats bottoms. When is it my tush’s turn for tanning? It will be three for the Note itself, plus a Disrespectful Reference, various Vulgarities, a caneable Question and one for Soliciting….so a straight eight. After which, we’ll check for naughty nipples….” he glanced up at the clock, which read 11.47am, “….it’s time for Wanker Boy Will and his Guardian Angel to depart. They’ll miss her posterior punishment, which is a pity.”

 

Such a shame, as he’d have enjoyed some Schadenfreude. Then the other carefully packed his Short Shirt into his bag, and put on a black bowtie. “This should suffice for my prefect’s privileges….Sil,” he said politely, “and I’d like to use this opportunity of thanking you again for such sound stick. In addition to having the humbling and humiliation, I can honestly say it’s been one of your best beatings into the bargain. You once told me of your disappointment at not being able to apply either my Big or Biggest One….” really? “….so I hope this has gone some way to make up for it. I can certainly say you’re a superbly Superior Sir.”

 

There was another round of applause at this statement of sincerity. “You’re entirely welcome, Shagger,” he said, with a slight bow, “and the same sentiment goes for Shanks.” He nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, ruefully, “it was good for me….and so has the whole week of rustication. I’ve learned a lot about life….and made many new firm friends.” There was a third round of applause, even as Louise Roccella-Roland mouthed him a quick kiss. “By the way, Rocky,” said Shagger, “you can borrow my Whangee weapon for Wanker Boy Will’s Caning For Cunt.” 

 

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