Chapter 240 - part (3) of (4)

 Final Full Day

 

Seconds later it seemed, he was rudely awoken….THWACKK “….Oww,” he gasped as a riding crop flashed down onto his fanny. The perpetrator had removed his robe, prior to providing posterior punishment. “Stand, Shagger,” said Nasty Girl, “the standard of service in this study is simply shocking.” Oops….as he looked at the wall clock, and saw it was somehow 5.02pm. It was his own fault he’d overslept, and he should have instructed his fags to awaken him before they finished fagging. He arose, and put on the pink bowtie, followed by his high-heeled shoes. “So sorry, Ma’am,” he replied, “do take a seat at table, and we’ll make a start with supper. Incidentally, I must away at ten to six, since I’ve Prefect’s VD Class this evening.” He followed her across the study, noting she was dressed for Equestrienne entertainment. Presumably she’d been riding horses….or humans? Her hard hat was down by the door, but her black jacket, tight white jodhpurs and black riding boots were still all in place.

 

Then he stood behind the chair and seated her, ignoring his personal demon’s urges about Touching Up Tushes. “Bend over, bad boy,” she said, “it’ll be three taps for ideas of Indecent Intent….” her apparent mind reading abilities were working well, “….you’ve always had a problem with petting posteriors. I suspect it was the same at the Bare Pit all those years ago….” she wasn’t far wrong, and he did as bid….THWACKK “….Oww….” THWACKK “….Oww….” THWACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, “….I like hitting hineys in high heels. They help to balance the body further forward, for an accentuated angle of attack….and makes your neat little bottom so much sexier.” Nice of her to notice….and another dollar. “Go and start on the soup, Shagger,” she said, “whilst I read this naughty Note.” Oops….since Mitches hadn’t cleared it off the table when laying the cutlery. He strutted to the kitchenette and opened the simmering tureen, before pouring two bowls. Then he returned, somehow spilling hers slightly. “Butterfingers,” she said, “form the angle again.” THWACKK “….Oww….” he gasped as he arose, “….ohh,” he added, taking his own place at the table.

 

“What is it?” she asked. “It’s cock-a-leekie, Ma’am,” he replied, “knowing how much you like cocks which leak….” as apparently his sinful Sister was wont to say….at least according to his Missus….THWAPP “….Ahhh….” THWAPP “….Ahhh,” he added as she struck both cheeks squarely. “You always were an overblown, overbearing arrogant bastard, Shagger,” she said, supping some soup, “and this little lot proves the point….” she waved the paper, with her left hand, “….but who’s this?” He smiled slightly. “Christopher Leggett was one of the foremost Cunt Casanovas from Year LXXXVII, Ma’am,” he explained, “who once did a whole dorm of deviant damsels. He screwed six successive slits, with a subsequent stroke and spunk under the shower, since his sexual stamina was unsurpassed. Though I shall cheat slightly, with one of Dr Madison Manley’s prescription pills….” he paused, “….however his crowning glory was on Departure Day. He pinned long list of ALL his cunt conquests on the main school notice board. Very soon there was a massed mob of outraged bonked Bimbos baying for his bollocks. Alas, when they reached his study, they discovered he’d already….well, legged it. The story’s second hand, since it was the term prior to my arrival. But I daresay you can ask around in the Staff room for further corroboration.”

 

He arose, picked up both plates, and strutted back to the kitchenette. Then he returned with two plates of steaming stew. “I may be missing something, Ma’am….ohh,” he said as he sat down again, “but if my company is so oppressive, why did you sign yourself up for this Supper? I don’t mind, since I always enjoy Ogling Obviously Over you, especially when you’re dressed like this….as you suggested earlier. By the way, it’s best beef.” She swallowed a spoonful. “I’m not totally sure either,” she admitted, continuing with a sentence at a time, “possibly since I shall miss flogging your fetching fanny for the foreseeable future. Also, I’ve enjoyed setting you lots of lovely Lines, since I still like to try and take you down, and put you properly in your place….with a conspicuous lack of success to date. Tell me….who was responsible for those seven serious stripes I saw on your seat?” He smiled sweetly. “It was Private Study for six,” he said, once again avoiding any identity, “and the lovely Lisa for the last. She was….well, wanting volunteers for vapulation. The idea was to test a new So-Sorry-Sir-Ma’am-Malacca-model during Lesson 6, when she was able to apply two dozen….one whack for every prefect in her Biology class.”

 

There was a slight smile. “Which is a trick I might try too in the future,” she mused, “especially when I’m suitably strict and stern.” As almost always. “Oo..er, yes MA’AM,” he muttered, “Whacko! Ma’am.” She mopped her mouth. “Hit my hiney hard, Shagger?” she suggested, since this was its usual meaning the world over. He stood up, his shaft straining. “Perhaps some Superiority spanking over your knee, Ma’am?” he suggested as he took both plates, “for when we’re finished?” Then he returned with the apple pie and custard, making a further foray for the coffee jug. “Ohh,” he gasped for a third time. He poured both cups. “Cream’s available, Ma’am,” he said, “unfortunately not mine, since I need it all for The six knackerers.” She winked once.

 

Finally, she pushed back her chair. “It’s smack-bottom time for the crime of Cockiness,” she said, “so get across my lap.” He draped himself down. “Uhhh,” he moaned from the feel of her jodhpurs as she locked his fancy firmly between her legs….SMACKK SMACKK “….OWW,” he gasped….SMACKK SMACKK “….OWW….” SMACKK SMACKK “….OWW….” SMACKK SMACKK “….OWW.” Fuck Me Senseless had been quite correct, and simultaneous seat strikes with a stick had the edge for inducing an erection. “Ohh….ohh….ohh,” he moaned as she fondled his fanny. “Go and do the washing up, Shagger,” she ordered. “But it’s my junior fag’s job, Ma’am,” he protested. “Not tonight, Josephine,” she said, “as someone once said.” Slowly, he stood….THWACKK “….Oww,” he gasped. “Which was for Arguing,” she said as he strutted back to the kitchenette.

 

He’d expected she’d stand over him, finding fault, and hadn’t been disappointed. It was 5.41pm before he’d completed the job, and everything was drying on the draining board….THWACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, “About time too,” she said, “turn around.” He did so, and his shaft was straining from all the stimulation. “Will you invite me to your wedding, bastard?” she demanded. “Only if you invite me to yours….Bitch,” he replied as she melted into his arms. “Mmmm,” they both moaned as she kissed him hard, and some celestial cymbals sounded. He’d always been amazed how he could hate someone so much, yet fancy them so furiously.

 

Finally, she broke away, and turned his bowtie around. Then she pushed his neck hard with her hand. “Now you need the knee,” she said breathlessly, “for Incitement of filthy feelings.” WHUMPH “….UGHHH,” he moaned as he fell forward, holding himself hard….THWAPP “….Oww….” THWAPP “….Oww,” he gasped, transferring both hands to his cheeks….WHUMPP “….URGHHH….” he moaned as she booted his balls, “….HOOO!” he whooped, writhing around on the floor. “It always gets me there,” she said, stroking herself where she shouldn’t, “when I kick a cretin in the crotch. Screw you soon at Summer School, Shagger.” She strutted out of the study, leaving the door wide open….clickk….clickk he heard her high heels heading away on the stone floor.

It was a couple more minutes before he felt able to stand. Then he packed his own shoes into one of his suitcases, along with the bowtie. Next, he picked up black shower robe and put it back on. This would ensure his prefect’s privileges along the way….until such time he was ready to relinquish them. Then it was the all-important prescription pill from the cabinet, which he placed into a pocket. Last of all, he collected the remaining cane from his back wall. Now he was good to go, and padded out of his study, likewise leaving the door open. Unlike Nasty Girl, his passage along the gloomy corridor was strangely silent. He reached the Level 6 landing, and started down the empty echoing stone steps. Sounds of swishing could still be heard, but it would be too late for a fustigated fag. The Big Word featured in Grahame’s Guide to Grandiloquisms, and meant flogging or flogged. At the base, he continued into the long, dark cold corridors. Finally he reached the Bakerloo, the starkly utilitarian concrete passageway which would take him into the Original Teaching wing. On arrival, he descended the single flight of stone steps to the Lower-Ground Level, and passing the lapsed laboratories. Belatedly he realized he’d been acting on autopilot, since on this occasion he didn’t want The Extension. Thus he’d wasted his time, since now he’d have an extra flight upwards again. Never mind….it was all good exercise. “Huhh,” he huffed, finally reaching the First Level, with his destination immediately on hand.  

Room 20

Retentorum

la maîtresse anglaise – detainees disrobe in room 22

repeat at 7pm (or try next door)

Fair enough….as he continued along the corridor, passing Room 21 with its alternative offering for VD Classes. Inside, there’d be his specially constructed rubber mats, featuring a fine matrix of short semi-sharp steel spikes. Business here was brisk too, since most seats were taken. Then he entered Room 22, where there was any amount of abandoned apparel. He folded his robe neatly to a desk, and stacked his cane on top. Then he padded back to Room 20, where William Shanks was peering inside. “There’s still one place left….next to Feely Ceely, Shagger,” muttered Iron Will, posing as a pupil In The Pink. Not bad….since for nearly a whole year he’d steadfastly refused to countenance doing so. However, he’d finally seen the light during his week of rustication….and with what amounted to a Mental Makeover. “I’m afraid it’s mine, William,” he replied brightly, “since it was booked this afternoon….” SMACKK “….Ooo,” he added.

 

 

“No disrespect to your Sodding Seats Of Learning, Shagger,” he said, turning on his heels, “however I suffered them yesterday….” quod erat demonstrandum, or Thus It Has Been Proved, “….so I’ll be back in an hour….” he winked once, “….Shanks’ Ponies will all have to wait a while longer for my wicked willy.” So it seemed he too would be up to no good with his own dorm of deviant damsels? He padded inside, and sure enough all the other seventeen detainees were already at the deliciously dated Detention desks. A suitably starkers Celia Johnson was seated on the single slat, with her posterior protruding for punishment. He took his place, and turned his attention towards Lady Joyce D’Aragon, who was writing on the blackboard. The English Mistress mantle, or la maîtresse anglaise apparelle, was similar to the Miss Whiplash wear….except mostly latex rather than leather. There were black silky arm-length gloves, which made her shoulders seem superbly sexy. Then it was a matching bodice, hiding nothing of importance. Oo..er….yes Madame, as he saw the French Flogger lying innocently on her desk.

 

Today’s tariff - Staring At Slits, Sits or Tits: 3 – Stroking, 6

 

So markedly more than Samantha Terrier’s Naturist Days had been. “Good evening, Shaggerr….” she said in her light Gallic lilt, with its extra emphasis evident on the letter R, “….now you’re here, we can start….” sure enough, the long-laced thigh-high tight black boots didn’t quite cover her cunt, “….and a warm welcome to this Voluntary Detention Class. Should anyone be signed up for Summerr School, The English Mistress will be attending most weeks….” which should ensure many more takers? “….hands up anyone who admits being guilty of Staring….?” he raised his own, and glanced around to see another full house, “….all perpetrators’ posteriors will be punished presently, after I’ve completed the Attendance Registerr. Use the Rapid Responses, although contrition at the close is always appreciated. As regards Lines, simply select a Standard Subbie Swishing Sentiment….one which speaks to your sinful psyche. We’ll say seven dozen, which should be sufficient….” thanks a bunch, “….raise your hand when you finish. Stay seated for some serious strafing, with six strokes on the shoulders….” Ouch….and the equivalent of a Closure Caning, “….on the assumption everyone will fail an erection inspection, either with a pulsing penis or naughty nipples….” a safe bet, “….and then leave quietly. Normal rules will now apply, so beware of Distracting detainees during Detention, or Perusal of punishment in progress. Start writing, everyone….” he raised his arm again, “….what is it, Shaggerr?”

 

 

She stared sternly at him. “Please, Madame,” he muttered, “I forgot to bring my pen.” She extracted several from inside the teacher’s desk, and strutted across to him....Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped as she hit his hiney hard and handed one over. “Anyone else?” she asked, and apparently there were several other miscreants? “I’m so sorry, Madame,” said his philandering father from the bench in front.  “Like fatherr, like son….Georgie Boy,” he heard, and the soft Gs made his tool twitch….Thwackk “….Oww,” he gasped. He closed his ears to further floggings as he headed up a sheet, noting Celia Johnson doing the same.

 

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:   Shagton, David                           Set by: Prefects’ VD Class

Scholar dorm:    6N                                  Supervisor (if applicable): la maîtresse anglaise

Date set:  Final Full Day                   Detention date (if applicable)  Final Full Day

 

 He glanced fleetingly at Feely Ceely to see what sin she’d selected. Doubtless she’d do the same, however her risk of discovery was lower. Apparently lovely Ladies had better peripheral vision….or so his Missus had always maintained.

1. I must not touch trousers or tease tools on tube trains.

But would the new Touch-up Teams address this sort of sex-pest and public pervert? When the shoe was on the other foot, the lovely Ladies Liberation Lobby seemed strangely silent.

1. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis in public parks.

“Slits, Sits or Tits….Peterr?” asked The Dragon Lady softly, at a giggle from Feely Ceely. “He isn’t a boobs boy, Madame,” she muttered. “Do you admit your guilt on the others….Peterr?” she asked. “Yes, Madame,” he agreed. “Your rearr appears to be ratherr red,” she asked, “how and why has your hiney been hit?” He shrugged. “Please, Madame,” he replied, rewriting history slightly, “the standard of service during my last Supper….” so to speak, “….was simply shocking, but Ms Anastasia Girling was able to address it admirably.”

 

There were several sniggers around the room, from any amount of eavesdroppers. A clear case of an unwritten rule: Don’t Look Up during Detentions….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww…I’m sorry for Staring,” he gasped as the seven strands of serious suffering struck his sore seat. Now it would be his pretty partner’s turn. “Sits for me, Madame,” she muttered…. Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….I’m sorry for such sinful Staring,” she gasped.

 

 He closed his ears again to the punishments in progress, in order to concentrate his brain on writing. This still allowed his memory free rein with which to wander away where it wished. Tackling six twats would be a tall order, but he’d do his best. In his favour was the plus point whereby a subsequent screw was simpler with a second slit, which was why bonking twins and Bi-some threesomes were such popular pastimes. However six such was pushing the theory to the limit….quite apart from the penis. What wonderful wit….but wasn’t Planet Pussy a perfect place? Then he realized he’d completed a full sheet, as always without any recollection of doing so, and added the footer.

12. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis in public parks.

Sheet ( 1 ) of ( 7 )

He headed up his second sheet, and returned to his mental musings. Eventually the school would run out of Lines paper, when they’d need to incorporate proper dozenal symbols for ten and eleven. The symbols Φ and ┼ worked well….incorporating what they’d once been under the hopelessly inefficient decimal arithmetic. Then the new radix of twelve would be written 10. However, The Interrogator had once said, they’d still several years’ supply left.

6. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis in public parks.

He was doing well, but then felt Feely Ceely fondling his flogged fanny. Already it was affecting his concentration, which was only the start. “Uhh,” she whispered, softly stroking her slit. Desperately he attempted to ignore it, but inevitably she soon transferred her indecent attentions to his tool. “Uhh,” he repeated as she stroked his shaft. He was already shivering in sexual stress when she raised her hand. “What ees eet, Silly?” asked la maîtresse anglaise. “Please, Madame,” she murmured, every word oozing confidence, “Peter Purvis…..err….I mean Shagger’s been Stroking At Slits, from when you last walked past.”

 

The Dragon Lady was at his elbow again in the space of seconds. “Is this true….wankerr boy?” she hissed. There was no doubting the word of an innocent young Lady. “Yes, Madame,” he muttered, perjuring himself as always. Any denial would mean doubling the dose of discipline, and he didn’t desperately desire another dozen due….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….I’m sorry for such sordid Stroking,” he gasped. Perhaps now she’d leave him in peace?

9. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis in public parks.

Once again, he made his memory wander, and turned it towards the minor matter of the sixdy guineas which he’d earned earlier. So how much would this be in modern money? The traditional currency unit remained unchanged at 21/-. So there were some six dozen new pounds for starters, which left nine shillings leftover from each ninedeen.

 

As was so often the case, times tables were simpler in dozenal arithmetic….so six nines were fordy six. Division by a dozen merely meant lopping off the accrued zero, hence NP46: Adding this to the NP60: gave a total tally of NPΦ6: Tendy six new pounds equated to a hundred and twenty six, were one so minded. Given how a Happy Hooker’s hire seemed to be around a gross an hour, it appeared a professional penis commanded less than a cute cunt. Such, he supposed, was the way of the world. He was brought back to the here and now by more discipline on his dad’s derrière….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….I’m sorry for Stroking At Slits when you stood in front of my desk….I simply couldn’t stop myself, Madame.”

 

Most likely his dad too had a personal demon with which to contend? “Uhhh….uhhh,” he heard from beside him. “Most interesting,” said The Dragon Lady, “it seems Silly couldn’t keep her eyes off Georgie Boy’s neat little bottom….which is so similar to Shaggerr’s, for fairly obvious reasons. So she’ll suffer another six, for Stroking At Sits.” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” she gasped….hell, he could almost feel them hitting his own hiney….Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….” Thwackk “….Oww….I’m so sorry, Madame.”

11. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis in public parks.

Unbelievably enough, he found he’d almost completed another three sheets, without having had any conscious recollection of doing so. A classic case of tempus fugit, or Time Flies….but Usually Only When You’re Having Fun? “Which one of you two terrors was Stroking At Seats….Silly’s, in this instance…?” she demanded of the table behind him, “….fine, so it was each of you. Now it’s your tushes’ turns for tanning.”

 

He closed his ears as the swishings started all over again, mentally working through her modus operandi. First….someone on a front desk would be Incited into some sort of Stroking. Whilst they were being swished, the scholars sitting immediately behind them would do the dastardly deed. This would be repeated with those on the back desk, and then she’d start all over again at the remaining row. There were only nine desks in all, as arranged in three rows of three.

 

His reading of St Stricktlands: A Hiſtory had confirmed this to have been one of the problems with the Original Teaching wing. Namely, how the classrooms hadn’t been large enough. The Extension had helped, but not a lot. When the main school buildings had been constructed several years later, provision had been made for two dozen in each class. Even the desks were larger, taking either two or three scholars.

9.  Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis in public parks.

Somehow or other, another two sheets were done and dusted, and he was on the final furlong. His personal demon prompted him to check the clock, however he wasn’t falling for such a rookie mistake. Detention Supervisors had eyes in their ears, and were on the lookout for such sin. Indeed the road to hell was littered with scholars who’d done so, been taken to task and failed to finish as a result. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated hard.

12. Panty Pervert Pete packs a pulsing penis in public parks.

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He raised his right hand, and she was there in an instant. “Well done….Shaggerr….” she whispered into his ear, and a strong sniff of Chanel № 5 perfume hit him hard, “….you’re the first to finish. Screw you soon during Summerr School….and hopefully I might merit an invite to the wedding?” THWACKK “….AHH….” THWACKK “….AHH….” THWACKK “….AHH….” he gasped as the French flogger strafed his shoulders. OMG….it was so unbelievably erotic, and he was hard-pressed not to touch his tool, “….THWACKK “….AHH….” THWACKK “….AHH….” THWACKK “….AHH….thank you so much, Madame. I Iook forward to meeting la maîtresse anglaise again in a few weeks’ time, and yes, most certainly….Mmmm….” he moaned as she kissed him leisurely….SLAPP “….Oww,” he added. “What a wicked willy, Shaggerr,” she purred, “have you no shame?”

 

As Durand-Durand had sort-of-said similarly to a slut, after Barbarella had survived the Pleasure Machine. Then he shimmied off the single slat, his shaft straining as advertised. She waved as he padded away towards the door, and stepped outside….Swishhhhthwackkk “….Yikes….six, thank you Sir,” he heard as he passed Room 21, “I’m sorry for Languishing Along Lovely Legs.” It was only a few steps further to Room 22. “Ohh,” he moaned, putting on his black shower robe, and some strafed shoulders instantly reminded him of his guilt. Then he collected his cane, and padded out into the corridor again. This time, he’d go along to the other end. Big Ben was striking for 7pm as he descended the final flight of stone steps to the Ground Level. Then it was back into the Bakerloo, and into the main school buildings.

 

Several minutes of long, dark cold corridors later, he reached the Dorm wings entrance hall. Sir Digby Vaillance was waiting by the Curfew Monitor’s desk, unoccupied at this early hour. “How went the Weedings?” he asked. “It was all over bar the shouting, Shagger,” he said, “with spunked studs still suffering some sort of scrotum stretching. I enquired of the lucky winner, who was someone called Hugh Island….” Hugh And I….and a Dominant dolt, in the next door study 23, “….one unlucky lousy loser did beg me to untie him. I declined to do so, since it wouldn’t be etiquette. I don’t know his name, but several other sinners did say, ‘stop moaning, Messy,’ which may provide a clue?” He sniffed. “It’s Brian Macey, Digger….” he said “….one of my former dorm mates, who has an unbroken record of failure. Though I don’t know why he was worried, since he took a tumble with my Missus last Sunday.” Maybe it might have been pride?

 

“You’ve mentioned Panty Pervert Pete might be performing again at On-Stage Stooge during the summer holidays, Shagger,” he said, “and if so, it occurs to me you’ll need an overnight stop. So either ask Cutie….” his Executive Secretary, Queenie Tee, “….to book you a room at The Regal Rooms….” another No Tell hotel, “….or do so yourself, in the name of Peter Purvis. Tell them to send the account to her at Vaillance Holdings PLC….including Company on the company.” Wasn’t corporate hospitality wonderful? “Thanks, Digger,” he replied, “I thought I’d try someone called Scary Sari, who left her contact on my Comment Card.” The older man grinned. “I’ve sampled her six hour sessions,” he replied, “and they’re everything advertised.” So he’d survived the Snuff Stuff on offer. “I’m thinking Friday week,” he continued, “I shall share the stage with William Shanks, since he and I are now firm friends. He’s asked to accompany me, so it’ll be a joint performance with Panty Pervert Pete and Wanker Boy Will. Might he have an evening’s free membership….as a guest of a guest?”

 

The noble knight nodded. “I’ll obtain his home address from his confidential school records….” which clearly weren’t quite so, but he WAS a Governor, “….and give them a call….” he pursed his lips, “….presumably everyone’s aware of their fanny’s fate this evening?” Certainly, since they’d had plenty of previous practice. “Yes,” he confirmed, “all pupils apart from the prefects have the hits. However, fags are flogged by their frightful fagmistress or fearsome fagmaster, usually on Departure Day. As you know, the idea is to make all aching arses appreciate the holidays….” he sniggered, “….although most of them will similarly suffer when they arrive home….with a Welcome Back Whacking. But I’d imagine you did this to The Dirty Digger?” He shook his head. “I should have done,” he said sorrowfully, “however I was mostly away on business, so Valencia almost always attended to his vapulation.” As in Grahame’s Guide, also meaning flogging or flogged.

 

Then William Waverley arrived from the Teaching wings, having done his Detention. “You’ve heard of Sir Digby Vaillance,” he said, “who’s engaged on some….well, fact-finding missions. He’ll be helping me hit some hineys as well.” The younger year stared at him in obvious awe. “Good evening….Sirs,” he said politely. Together, they started up the empty echoing stone steps of the Senior Dorms. At least he ought to manage one flight without becoming out of breath? They reached the Level 1 landing, and headed clockwise into the first quadrant of the quadrangle corridor. For the K dorms, it made little difference….Swishhhhthwackkk “….Yeee….three, thank you, Ma’am,” he heard from Dorm 4J as they turned the corner by the locked broom cupboard. Clearly The Jinxes were already receiving their rattan from one of his pretty prefect peers. Seconds later, they reached their first destination.

 

Dorm 4K

The Knackies

 

He opened the door, and stepped inside, followed by the others. “Good evening, everyone….” he said, as they all stood to attention at the end of their beds, hands behind heads. Obviously they were well-versed with the punishment procedure, being bare below the belt….were they wearing one, “….our newest Governor has asked to follow some Farewell Foursomes….shall we say, in the flesh….” what wit, “….and although it’s my responsibility to dish the discipline, he’ll be assisting in its application….” his Patron smiled widely, “….my thanks, Digger. Could you kindly take Tessa Soham in bed C and Martha Harrie in bed D. Lastly and leastly, it’s Leastly and Lastly….” more wit, “….with the Laurens Eastleigh and Lustleigh in beds E and F.”

 

The noble knight strode straight down the dorm towards his first target, as he turned to bed A. “Dorm captain’s privilege,” he said, “so bend over, Tilly.” She assumed the Position, stitching the so-called swishees’ smirk. It was often offered by culpable canees in class as a prelude to public punishment….the one which says wanly, ‘I know how much my hit hiney will hurt,’ and absolutely apt for the action….Swishhhthwackkk “….one, thank you, Sir,” he heard from Show’em Again two beds away. “It’ll be staccato style, guilty girl,” he confirmed, “all four….and all at once.”

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk “Owww..WOWW..OWWW..WOWW….FOUR, thank you, SIR,” she gasped, “thank you for my Farewell Foursome, Sir.” Then they moved towards bed B. “Recalling the occasion in the Dorm wings entrance hall last autumn….” he said to the delectable dark-haired damsel, “….when I paid my deposit for your first fuck. You told me how horrendously humiliating it must be to be punished in public by a Brownie Babe….?” she nodded, “….and also how it might be for you to be swished similarly by one of The Little Green Men….?” her eyes widened in horror, “….I’m always happy to help fulfil filthy fantasies, so it’s the whacks from William Waverley. Having assessed his caning competence the hard way, you may be assured your adorable arse will ache abysmally.” He slipped off the shower robe, and handed it over. Now he’d lost his prefect’s privileges, and it would only be a matter of time before someone took advantage of it. “Bend over, guilty girl,” ordered Wavy Willy, as he put it on, “for some staccato style strokes, in pairs.” Then he accepted the cane….Swishhhthwackkkk “….Yeee….three, thank you, Sir,” he heard from Marta Hari across the dorm.   

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk

“Oooh..HOOH….TWO, thank you, SIR,” gasped Karen Eis. OMG….it sounded so much like sex. This was even though he’d no idea yet whether she’d be an OO or AH girl? She gave him a glare which would have torched toast at twendy paces. It was always delightful disciplining Dommes, since they seethed and smouldered so satisfactorily.     

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk   

“Yikes..YIKES….FOUR, thank you, SIR,” she gasped, “thank you for my Farewell Foursome. It WAS horrendously humbling….as I’d always anticipated, but never expected to enjoy….Sir.” Another good job well done. “You may rise, guilty girl,” he said sternly, “and then….” his voice softened, “….I shall be a pupil In The Pink when you’re a prefect. Perhaps you might graciously agree to give me a go….anytime after 1^st December? I’d be highly happy to pay my deposit straightaway, and get in on the ground floor….so to speak.” Slowly, she stood, and held out her hand. “Strip starkers….stud,” she ordered in her cultivated crisp kind of snappy sexiness, having switched as he handed her the cane. They watched whilst Wavy Willy stacked his clothes neatly by her bed, and assumed the Position she’d recently vacated. Then she put on the shower robe, and flexed the cane firmly between her fingers.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK

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

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“YEOWW..OWW..WOWW….SIX,” he gasped, “thank you, MA’AM. Thank you for graciously agreeing to my deepest dirtiest desires. I’ve always fancied you from afar.” He and several gross of other bad boys….himself included. “You may rise,” she said, “I’ll put you in my Screwing Schedule, under Forward Fornication….of which there are already rather a lot….” she turned towards him, “….do you fancy further formal flogging from me….Shagger….?” as always, she was speaking with some sort of seductive soprano, “….whilst I’m wielding the weapon….you Cocky Little Blighter?” She licked her lips. “Yes please, Karen,” he said, “perhaps a portion of PWEP would work well, with Tilly and William watching. Three strokes of some Superiority swishing should suffice, since my seat’s somewhat sore.” He assumed the Position. “You’re not wrong, Shagger,” said the younger year, “it wasn’t nearly so striped when I whacked you earlier.” He smiled wryly, “It was a period of penance in Private Study,” he explained, “taken with my Malacca model.” He wouldn’t elaborate, to protect the guilty.    

 

Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk    Swishhhthwackkkk

“Yeee..EEEE..HEEE….THREE,” he yelped, “thank you, MA’AM….I know I needed to be put properly in my place….ohh,” he added as she stroked his stripes with the stick. “You may stand, Shagger,” she said, “Please….Ma’am….” said a suddenly similarly starkers Sir Digby Vaillance, standing by the bedside, “….I too would wish to be considered a candidate for coitus with your cute cunt.” He stood up to see all the other dorm members were now watching from a few feet away. “The more the merrier,” she sniffed, “lie down….bad boy.” She’d always been an expert at the art of Superior sniffing.  

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK

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

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKK

“YEOUCH..OUCH..OUCH….SIX,” he gasped, “thank you so much, MA’AM. I agree about the effectiveness of Punishment With Extreme Prejudice, and thank you for the thorough thrashing.” There was a round of applause from his appreciative audience. “Be aware, bad boys,” said The Ice Maiden, icily, “my currency is a dozen due, so you’ll still suffer the same again on the big days.” He doubted either of them were surprised….not with a cunt of her calibre. “Interestingly enough,” said Tilla The Hun, “there are now no teachers nor prefects present….” Oops, “….merely three VERY bad boys, all of whom are suitably starkers….” she flexed her fingers, “….young’un can sit on my bed, and watch whilst we work. Have you ever been a voluntary victim….?” he shook his head, “….it’ll happen a whole lot next autumn, when you move up into the Senior Dorms wing. Our new nax seems to be wearing Naccatape….” as was his wont, “….so he can be our balls bulb boy. As for Shagger….since he’s signed our sheets, we’ll all demand our dues.” Oo..er, yes MA’AM….and he hoped the noble knight wouldn’t object?

 

However, he HAD warned him what might happen. He spread his legs, whilst Lastly and Leastly held his arms. A few feet away, Show’em Again and Marta Hari did the same to his Patron. “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped whilst Karen Eis tackled his testicles, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I am your stretch slave….MA’AM.” He watched whilst Matilda Hunter squeezed the scrotum, like an old-fashioned motorcar horn. “UGHHH….UGHHH,” he moaned, “BEEP BEEP.” He stitched the sickly smile which was required in such circumstances, similar to the swishees’ smirk. One down….with a further five fetching floozies to follow.

 

Chapter 240 - part (2) of (4)

 Final Full Day

 According to the classroom wall clock it was 2.33pm, with Lesson 6 about to start. This would be something to savour for several reasons. First, because it was Biology with the lovely Lisa McFee-Sven-Sless….any wanker boy’s wet dream. Second, since Lesson 7 was free, it would be his very last of the term. Hence also for his time of tutelage at The Styx….Summer School excepting. He was seated uncomfortably on the really rough raised ridges with Brenda Smith. His arse still ached from Private Study as she handed him another naughty Note.

 

Rear-ses are red, balls-ses are blue

pussy’s for poking….and I do love you

 

Bless….as he pocketed it and hugged her hard. He could have screwed her on the spot. They’d both enjoy the exposure and exhibitionism, but it wouldn’t be politic or polite. Having been one of The Six Knackerers during Year LXXXVIII, he was well aware of her private peccadilloes towards testicles. A blue balls would be something he’d suffer often enough after they were open-married, and hopefully living together in Lancashire? Also as indicated, with a really red raw rear. Then there was a sudden silence in the room, as everyone stood up. He turned towards the devastatingly attractive hourglass figure of Fuck Me Senseless strutting along the aisle. She stood some six foot in stockings, so with her high heels it was markedly more. As almost always for lessons, she was wearing her own alumna, or previous prefect’s uniform.

 

She stopped at the teacher’s table, setting down her bag of books….together with a whippy Whangee weapon. “Good afternoon everyone,” she said, “do sit down.” He gritted his teeth. “Ohh,” he gasped, duly doing so. “A sore theat, David?” she asked, with her light lisp around the letter E apparent as always. Surely it stood for Enchanting, or any other endearing epithets? “Yes….Lisa….” he replied, with the familiarity afforded to prefects, “….it was some serious swishing during Private Study.” There were several sniggers from around the room.

 

Then she sat down fetchingly on the edge of her chair, with her basic black strict short shiny skirt spread wide. It enabled everyone who wished to engage in some Spying Up Skirts, and inevitably there were no naughty knickers. On her own admission, she was simply a slut….albeit certainly a spellbinding sort. By common consent she commanded the cutest cunt at the school. “This is your very last lethon at The Styx,” she continued in her captivating contralto tones, “ecthepting everyone attending Summer School. I’ll be in attendance most weeks, and will be offering very adult classeth indeed. Theeth will include practical pointers for poking pussy….mine included, with tips and treats for tools….” if this didn’t increase the application rate, nothing would. Already he could feel his brain drifting away towards Planet Penetration, an outcome of the so-called Sless Syndrome. It reduced mere males’ minds to mush in a matter of minutes.

 

Desperately, he wrenched his attention back from bonking Bimbos, and was mortified to find almost a quarter of the lesson had mysteriously disappeared, “….but next, I will tell you all about the physiology of flogging. This is theparate from the many psychological factors, which as you’re all aware include studied sadism, humbling and humiliation, put-you-in-your-place punishments, showing some Superiority, and much more. In this connection I’ve brought with me a brand-new cane….” she held it high, “….which ought to be tethted on some taut tusheth….” Oops, “….first of all, can anyone identify its type?” Chalk one up for him, and he raised his hand. “Yeth, David?” she asked, “glad to have you back with us again.” Oh, dear….but at least he wouldn’t be swished for Obvious Oscitation, or inattention. This was a cardinal crime in younger years.

 

“It’s a So-Sorry-Sir-Ma’am-Malacca-model, the same as I own, Lisa,” he expounded, “which stings seriously….as indeed I can confirm from recent cuts.” Again, there were several sniggers. “Kindly strip starkers, step out here and prethent your posterior,” she replied, “so we can all inspect the evidenth. I’m sure you’ll apprethiate the ecthposure.” Not half….as he shed his clothes, folding them neatly to the floor. Then he padded to the blackboard. “We may as well have you in the Position, David,” she said wryly, “since it will stretch the theat, and show your stripth to betht effect….” slowly, he bent down, “….a neat little bottom, simply Asking for the cane….” so another two dollars in the pot, “….who fancies a free feel….?” there was a short pause, “….a full house, so start at the front benches and work backwards.” Was this his posterior being a passport to payday?

 

Two dozen fanny fondles later, he was really rather aroused. Then he noticed her nimbly nip off her chair. “Ohh,” he added as she too stroked his stripes, and returned to her previous precarious perch. “How’s David’s distended dick doing?” she asked. “My fancy’s fully formed, Lisa,” he muttered. “Which was simply from stroking your sore theat,” she said, “however here are some physical reasons why spanking can be a thexual stimulant. Pain causes the central nervous system to release endorphins, which generate an opiate-like rethponth in the body. The role of endorphins is to block pain, but can also produce a feeling of euphoria. Many athleeth know this as the runners’ high, of which I’m aware myself, as it’s an activity I engage to keep fully fit.

 

For physiotherapy and chiropractic purposes, it can also be called the Massage’s Agonising Bliss. In other words, our ecthperienth of pain is more about our brain’s interpretation of the thensation. So whether you like running, massages, chilli, horror movies, a spot of S&M, or something completely different, you’ve probably felt the blurring between pleasure and pain. An interesting physiological phenomenon is the apparent fact how the thexual feelings induced by a spanking are either stronger than, or blot out, the prethenth of pain. While there may be some, physical discomfort adds to, rather than detracts from, the eroticism of this activity.

 

The female fanny is particularly receptive to thexual response….” he could see several sluts nodding in obvious agreement, including his Missus, “….the rush of blood which a short smart smack will bring to them is sufficient to stimulate an erotic reaction….” she sniffed, “….as used for years by all manner of mere males in unwarranted situations on public transport….” Oh, dear, “….fortunately, the rethently recruited Touch-Up Teams….” based on Burdizzo Babes, “….should addreth the problem of such thecth-pethts touching up Talent on tube trains. Alas, the nearneth of the buttocks to the vaginal entrance greatly contributes to this reaction….” so sometimes a case of Stop It I Like It? “….but when studs suffer some spanks, it’s the short theparation from the theat, scrotum and shaft which is an important factor in the erection.

 

Blood rushing to the buttocks causes the shaft to swell, much the same as in preparation for penetration. One physiological phenomenon is when the thexual feelings induced by a spanking are either stronger than, or blot out, the prethenth of pain. While there may be some, physical discomfort adds to, rather than detracts from, the eroticism of the activity. An additional anatomical element of ethpethial interetht to the gay guys is how the anal opening shairth some muth’lth with the perineum….a very erogenous area between the anus and the genitalia. During most spankings, this area comes into contact with either the hand or implement used….” she paused after this homily,

 

“….now we come to the cane. The stroke of the stick on both buttocks together produtheth an entirely different thensation in the theat….in addition to the pain. The brain interprets two sources of stimulation together as particularly pleasurable. It’s the same as when you hold a single source of heat, like a hot water bottle. But two together, with one on each hand, is far more effective….” he’d not considered caning quite in those terms before, but she was quite correct, “….obviously the effect is markedly more pronounced for submissive souls hailing from the CP Dorms….” whose members craved caning at all costs, “….and obviously much leth for any sad souls who are vitriolic vanilla….” those prissy people who only pursued perfectly plain poking, “….but here are two more tricks of the trade. They aren’t intended for ordinary classroom canings, but therious S&M in the sanctity of a study.

 

Remembering how terribly tender the tush becomes upon receipt of the rattan onto a rear, you could consider tracing your nail….or indeed a Wartenberg Pinwheel, along an aching arse….” Ouch, “….or think about the brutality of spraying the swished seat with water….or during Dowsing Duty, before adding more agonies. Be aware how a wet weapon, or one hitting a hydrogenated hiney….” very witty, “….commands a completely different feel to a flogging….” she giggled girlishly, “….you’ve probably encountered this in past years during Games in wet weather….” his memory wandered away to Nasty Girl, the doyen of derrière discipline, on the Naccarim field. She’d been on horseback and had pulled him through the mud, prior to punishing his posterior. Then there’d been Have A Thrash in similar circumstances.

 

Once again, he realized more time had passed, and the lovely Lisa was still speaking, “….alas upon attainment of orgasm in the mere male, the element of pain becomth the uppermost thensation in the canee’s brain. As we’re all aware, après-thecth swishing is particularly painful, since it’s no longer thecth-oriented….which is one reason why it’s so spectacularly sucthethful for post poking posterior punishment….” she glanced up at the clock, “….who’d like to help me tetht the theory about a single strike being sufficient to induce an erection? Obviously it’s always been utterly unfair on the fellas to have three for the thrill of a thrashing when it’s anatomy to blame, but this is St Sticks….” again she giggled girlishly, “….but by kind courtesy of Harry Herbert Orwell’s Short Shirts, and also Ava’s Crop Tops, the playing field’s levelled a little….so to speak.”

 

He peered around, and every hand was raised. “Ecthellent,” she said, “we may run a little late, but it won’t much matter as you’ve no Lethon theven. Everyone should similarly strip starkers, and the bad boys can all take their places in line nectht to David. As he said, a whack with the Whangee weapon stings seriously. I shall be trying to break the sound barrier and obtain Rapid Responses….” which were normally rather rare, “….rather like the Old Hundred Bum-up Challenge.” Which had been….well, quite common today. He waited whilst the other eleven bad boys approached, under no illusions about staying silent. She was brilliant at beating bad boys, and an absolute fiend when it came to the cane. Then she alighted again, and his penis was already pulsing in anticipation of an approaching agony….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” he gasped at the sudden sting….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” gasped Frederick Finch, beside him.

 

Having hailed from dorm 6C during Year LXXXVIII, Flinch would appreciate it immensely….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” SWISHHHTHWACKKK….so someone had successfully stayed silent….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW.” He waited whilst the whacks progressed, watching his willy. Sure enough, it was fully formed. “Only ten out of twelve,” she mused, “I must be losing my touch. Let me deal with the difficulty….SWISHHHTHWACKKKKK “….OWW,” SWISHHHTHWACKKKKK “….OWW,” he heard from the two refuseniks….FLASHH “….I shall be taking some picturth for posterity from my class of LXXXIX. Stand, studs….and show your shafts to the sluts.” They duly did so, an exhibitionist’s dream as twelve tools strained stratospherically….FLASHH “….all of which prove my previous point about thecthual stimulation. Return to your benches, and stay standing. You may indulge in some stroking shortly….if you wish to wank worthlethly watching the wanton wicked wencheth’ whacks. Now we’ll have the sluts similarly in the Position….spreading their legs.”

 

He padded back, and waited whilst the guilty girls formed their long line. It would be Brenda Smith in third place, since he’d recognize her adorable arse anywhere. After all, her hiney had been the inaugural winner of the Mrs Shagton Rear Of The Year Award the previous year…. SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” gasped the first floozy….SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” SWISHHHTHWACKKK “….OWW,” gasped his Missus. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned, stroking at the sinful sights of slits and swished schoolgirl seats. It was better than perusal of porn, particularly when pursued in public.

 

All too soon, the canings were concluded….FLASHH. “Arise,” she ordered, “and we’ll do a naughty nipple inspection.” They duly did so, and it was obvious how they were all aroused….FLASHH “….thank you all for your attendance this afternoon, and throughout the year. I’m sure everyone did their betht at the A-Level ecthams, and hope you all reach your intended dethtinations at University when the rethults arrive. Meantime, here is an offer for all studs not attending Summer School, but would like to….well, stay in touch with me. My pantith are purchasable by post….” there were several sniffs, “….should there be any pathetic panty perverts prethent who enjoy naughty knickers over the nose….” his ears burned, “….since you’re standing, there’s no need to all rise, and I wish everyone an enjoyable evening.”

 

There was a loud round of applause as she picked up her bag, and strutted out of the room. He glanced up at the clock, which read 3.18pm, so Lesson 6 had indeed overrun. “Are you going straight back to your study, Davy?” asked his Missus as she returned, and started dressing. “No, Bren,” he replied, “I have to speak to The SS. I’ll call in tomorrow morning, so we can sit together for final assembly. Are your parents collecting you afterwards?” She shook her head. “I have to travel home by train,” she said, “In which case,” he replied, “I can offer you a lift to TanningtowN JunctioN, in Digger’s Roller. It’ll save you the walk along the carriage drive.”

 

She licked her lips. “Who’s the attraction there, Davy?” she asked. “It’s a so-called business luncheon,” he replied, “with Strict Sarah. But we can work on the wedding invitation list, since several people have already asked. As it’s to be in the open air, we can be fairly flexible about numbers….” he winked once, “….if it’s raining….well, the Wet Look is itself a further form of fetish.” She giggled girlishly, “We might meet beforehand,” she said, “since we’ll both be signed up to Summer School for week 5….though I’ll have had a fortnight. I’ll be playing In The Pink for week 4, but afterwards as pretty  prefect, so I shall swish you soundly on any Senior Swaps.” Oo..er, yes MA’AM. “I’m looking forward to your floggings immensely….Ma’am,” he muttered, collecting Sexy Sammy’s cane from the desk, and picking up his pile of clothes. “I’ll go as I am,” he said, “since it’ll save time.”

 

She sniggered softly. “Nothing at all to do with incorrigible exhibitionism?” she suggested. “Perish the thought,” he replied, padding towards the door. Outside it was quite quiet, since Lesson 7 had started. Inevitably, there were sounds of swishing, almost certainly BCNU beatings. Bare Canings, No Uniform, as indeed he’d suffered in all subjects at this time last year. Be Seein’ You Sir….or Ma’am, he mused, entering the first of the long, dark cold corridors which would take him to the Administration wing. So this was it for school….well, lessons at least, since there were still several other interesting items.

 

Several minutes later he reached the entrance hall, and started up the empty stone steps. They weren’t echoing from his steps since he was barefoot, but distant discipline still sounded. They he reached the Level 1 landing, and continued along The Headmaster’s Corridor. This would probably be the last time he’d be doing so until Summer School. How many times had he reported here for the rattan? It was a LOT, though mostly during his proper period In The Pink. However there’d been several other swishing sessions this year, notable the Apocryphal Scholar Saturdays.

 

Iain Terrence Hayter, M.A. (Oxon)

Headmaster

Susan Sweet

School Secretary

 

The green overhead warning light was illuminated and the door wide open, so he stepped straight inside. “Hello, Sue,” he said, Ogling Obviously Over her as she sat at her desk. As always she was wearing the recommended Tanningtown style standard leather business suit for lovely Ladies….white, for administrative Staff. She lowered her horn-rimmed glasses, which he now knew were worn only for effect. “So it’s a starkers Shagger,” she said warmly, “I’m glad you’re here….” it was good to be wanted, “….since I can give you the details of your so-called business luncheon tomorrow in Tanningtown. By kind courtesy of Sir Digby Vaillance, Peter Purvis is booked in at noon with Strict Sarah, meeting at her home. The agreed half-price deal was a gross new pounds with payment on arrival, and he’ll give his chauffeur the address. She asked what was wanted in foreplay, so he suggested exhibitionism, public humiliation, discipline and bondage.”

 

He certainly had his number. “I once ended up on the rotating roundel in the Publyc Dyſplay,” he said, “which is a Shop Window, Amsterdam seedy street style, in The Tanningtown Toweren.” A Noe Telle hotel. “I expect you’ll enjoy your erotic assignation,” she said, “was there anything else right now?” She licked her lips, and looked down. “I’m officially surrendering my Cunt Casanova Key,” he said, rummaging in his jacket pocket and handing it over, “rather than run the risk of walking off with it by mistake.” Or on purpose, as indeed his Mentor had done many years previously. “Thanks, Shagger,” she said, “I’ll sign it in….” she licked her lips, “….are we done?”

 

He shook his head. “I’ve a favour to ask….” he said, and saw her smile, “….no….not the Other….” she looked disappointed, “….could you kindly store Sexy Sammy’s favourite four-footer until September….” he dropped it down onto the desk, “….and pass it on to my third cousin, Harry Herbert Orwell, with my love and best swishes. I haven’t told him, although it’s not secret.”

 

She nodded. “Certainly, Shagger,” she said, “being Wednesday, it’s Miss Whiplash….” her six Sesquipedalian Sequential Suitor Service Sessions. They ran from 6.15pm to 11.15pm, with four further fuckers from 4am….which took the total tools to ten, “….H₂O’s having the sixth slot….” lucky lad, “….so I’ll mention it afterwards….” on the night shift, sleeping with her until changeover time, “….his seven inches of circumcised sin are so much like yours….and your philandering father’s….” never compare cute cunts, as according to his unofficial Tutress, the teacher Alice Tetsworth. But somehow the reverse rule didn’t apply, and the lovely Ladies duly did so about distended dicks, “….my quarter past seven slot’s suddenly free, since Squeamish has gone down with a migraine. I was half-hoping you’d be able to take it, although as a Cunt Casanova it’s asking a lot.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Sue,” he said, “since I’m attending the final Prefects VD class at six….” she smiled, evidently knowing something he didn’t, “….and then I’m meeting Sir Digby Vaillance at the Dorm wings to start my Farewell Foursomes. But there’s still Summer School….and perhaps dad might not mind taking the same week? We’d have seven days available with you to be sinful scholars….perhaps even as a traditional threesome?”

 

She smiled. “Promises,” she said, “and prior to your wedding….to which I hope to receive an invitation….?” he nodded, “….I hope you like Lancashire….” so did he, “….but please don’t forget me, following our two happy years together. Maybe you might manage something during your February flings….when you make The Ice Maiden along with Relay, and then The Pirate?” It seemed his conjugal calls were completely common knowledge in the Staff room. “Certainly, Sue,” he said, “but now you’ll have to excuse me, since I suppose I should start packing.” She too mouthed him a kiss, and his heart fluttered….followed by a penis pulsing.

 

He padded out of her office, and retreated back to the Level 1 landing. Then it was down the empty echoing stone steps, reverberating as always to the rattan elsewhere in the building. At the base, he started into the first of the long, dark cold corridors. But what was the smile about, when he’d mentioned VD class? His memory turned towards the cost of coitus, and as a result to his morning session….which hadn’t been particularly pleasant. It had been with Hyacinth Plinth, his former Geography teacher from Year LXXXVIII. He’d long since suspected she’d fancied him, and had succeeded in signing herself onto his Cute Cunt Calendar. ‘Shagger,’ she’d said at the outset, ‘my perversions aren’t popular, so it’s always been my practice to pay for penis….” really? “….even in my twenties, I’d take toyboys. Sir Digby Vaillance has kindly given me your banking details, so I’ve made a transfer of sixdy guineas into your account….the going rate for the job of a gigolo.’

 

He’d started by stripping starkers, and then they’d adjourned outside onto the grass by the main entrance hall. She’d trussed him tight like a turkey, from top to toe and testicles. Then she’d added some Snuff Stuff, which HAD been strangely stimulating. She’d wanted to wee all over him, and finally he’d fainted. When he’d come to, all alone, he found he’d cum….too. Also, he’d been raped by some sort of strap-on dildo delivered up his derrière. It was probably best she hadn’t divulged the dirtier details of her deviances. In addition to an aching anus, his whole hiney had hurt horribly, since it seemed he’d still suffered a Caning For Cunt whilst completely comatose. He’d struggled back to his study for a soothing shower, and some suitable salve.

 

Now he reached the entrance hall for the Prefect’s Study wing, and started up the first of the six flights. All right….maybe Ava Frasch HAD been right, and her Curricular Correction Classes on the Prefects Placement Programme HAD helped to keep him in condition. “Huhh,” he huffed, passing the Level 5 landing. This evening it should be the last time he’d need to make this complete climb….unless his fearsome fagmaster to be at Summer School had been allocated a study on Level 6? Alas, he could see Sue Sweet doing it on purpose. Then he continued down into the depths of the gloomy corridor. It would only be a few days before his cherished plate was consigned to history

.

David Shagton

Quis illum sceleratum fuisse putavisset

 

Who Would Have Thought He Was A Rascal, he translated as always, and padding inside. Uh..huh….since his study wasn’t empty. “Hello, Davy….” said his philandering father, dressed in a very stylish black suit. But then, he always did dress well, when it….well, suited him, “….I took the Note off your door, since it seemed past its sell by date.” Very reasonable. “Thanks, dad,” he replied, setting down his pile of clothes by the door, “so who exactly are you doing here today….or night?” What wit….as George Shagton smiled slightly.

 

“I’m enjoying your Leetle Vrench Vancy at eight o’clock this evening,” he said, “and tomorrow morning it’ll be Nurse Crusher. She seems to have a….well, bit of a crush on me….” so honours were equal with the wit, “….but the fun foreplay will start at six….” how so? “….with Prefect’s VD Class….” snap, “Me too, dad,” he interjected, “….since Joyce will be role-playing la maîtresse anglaise….” Oo..er….yes Madame, “….complete with French flogger….” Ouch, “….as is indeed common custom in their country. If you wish, I’ll reserve you a place….although she expects business to be sufficiently brisk to warrant a second session. So I’ll have to cool my heels for an hour as a result.” He shook his head. “Yes please, dad,” he replied, “now it’s my turn for the good deed. I’ve just been speaking to The SS, who hopes to hump you before the end of term. She’s had a cancellation this evening by Aristotle Squamish….one of your successors from The six canees….” dorm 6C, as mentioned by the lovely Lisa, “….in the serendipity stakes it’s a goody, since it’s the quarter past seven slot. She offered it to me, but alas I’m on Monitor duty this evening for Farewell Foursomes.” His father smiled widely,

 

“Thanks, Davy,” he said, “I’ll pop across to her office shortly. But first….the purpose of my visit to you right now….” he’d been hoping they’d reach this eventually? “….OHW 6M is in the Visitors’ car park, so your and Lyn’s lifts home are assured.” He shook his head. “The luggage carrying capability’s most appreciated, dad,” he said, “but I’ve a….well, business luncheon tomorrow in Tanningtown. Sue Sweet will tell all, if you ask. I’ll take the train back to Lechhampton from there when I’m finished.” His father smiled widely. “I smell skulduggery, Davy,” he said, “so enjoy your sinful sojourn. What’s her name?” He licked his lips, “She’s Strict Sarah, dad,” he replied, “a professional prostitute….sorry, enviable escort, whose pussy’s paid by my Patron. He’s also loaning me a Roller for the ride, enabling me to leave in some style.”

 

His father winked once. “Best swishes, Davy,” he said, “however there’s the minor matter of tomorrow’s evening dinner….” what about it? “….on previous occasions there’s been a pussy pile-up on the premises….” quite correct, “….with three sinful schoolgirls anxiously awaiting your return….and being most miffed when you were waylaid. So I’m suggesting we offer out a romantic candle-lit dinner, with naked waiter service. We might make it eight o’clock, which would allow you plenty of recovery time.”

 

He thought it through. “With just me on duty, dad?” he asked at length. “I was thinking more like us both,” he said slyly….so not altogether altruism? “It’s a deal, dad,” he said, “as I’d already suggested something similar to my senior fag, although not for tomorrow. I’ll screw The Straight Slut, since I’m bonking both Bitches this evening….” his father interrupted, “Davy’s distended dick’s due to do all dorm 6K….as according to your Cute Cunt Calendar,” was nothing sacred? “….which will allow you a Bi-some threesome with Mitches and Ritches. But don’t worry about meeting me at the station, since I’ll take a taxi home. It’ll enable you to concentrate on the cooking.” Also the cute cunts which were….well, coming. Then he had another thought.

 

“Do you know Primula Proffer’s next door neighbour, dad….?” he asked, “No….whistle it to me,” he replied wittily, “….by which I mean Mad Madam Min at № 7 ALSASIAN ALLEY, not Free Fi at № 11.” He shook his head. “Being a Happy Hooker, she’s not on my books, Davy,” he said. “I was introduced to her socially, dad,” he explained, “as an appreciative audience, whilst I was whipped in Leopard-skin Lucy’s back garden. I promised her such a dinner, with more naked waiter service, and no sex necessary. But with all your culinary expertise, I wonder whether I might prevail upon you?” His philandering father smiled.

 

“Always happy to help, Davy,” he replied, “what are father’s for, after all….?” pandering to professional prostitutes probably wasn’t what most people would have in mind? “….leave everything packed ready in your study,” he continued, “I’ll take it down to the car myself, since we’re not short of time. Lyn and I will stop off for lunch en route.” He smiled. “With a Slight Snack, dad?” he asked sourly using his parent’s in-joke. “Indeed,” he agreed amiably, “and since it’s a Strict Sirs session, she’ll enjoy the experience immensely….” at The Stern Master, as it would be, “….I’ll look forward to later, Davy. By the way….all detainees are to be in the altogether.” Better yet.

 

“Another thing, dad,” he said, “I’m signing up for Summer School. I hope you and Mum will be able to take the same week….the one before my wedding? Maybe we could even share the same fearsome fagmaster? Obviously I’m happy to be junior fag, however you can if preferred, being better at cooking.” His father nodded happily. “Wonderful, Davy,” he said, “I’ve been looking forward to playing with you publicly for so long. I’ve several Superior Sirs in mind, so I’ll discuss it with Sue when I….well, screw her soon. It really WILL be my lucky day, sessioning with two Miss Whiplashes.” Hopefully, he’d have sufficient semen to service both sluts….which applied markedly more to himself? His philandering father waved once, and strode out of the study. Then he slipped the robe over his shoulders. “Ohh,” he gasped, sitting down….since now he’d need another naughty Note.

 

Mitches – finish the ironing, and start packing my suitcases….excepting my basic black, plus pink bowtie and high heels. Leave all the porn in the second drawer down of the bedside cabinet. I’ll do the shower room tomorrow. Clear everything off my back wall and pack it into the holdall just delivered….excepting my standard cane. Being your dorm’s retiring Patron, you’re in luck for a fuck this evening. I intend to try and equal Leg It’s record, with a subsequent stroke in the shower. Also, tell your three favourite friends to meet you at my house tomorrow for dinner at 8pm, with naked waiter service provided by both my philandering father and me. He’d appreciate a Bi-some threesome afterwards. I’ll take Tracy’s twat, having humped you and Ritches this evening. Kelly – kindly prepare dinner for two, and leave it ready for my final Shagger’s Supper at 5pm. Leave me be, since I need a nap for now.  xxx

 

This one he’d leave lying on the table, since they’d see it easily enough. He took out his pink high heels and bowtie from a wardrobe, and stacked them tidily on his bedside cabinet. Then he lay down gratefully on his tummy and closed his eyes.

 

Newsletter - March 2023

 Greetings one and all, with the first signs of Spring….apart from a week of snow forecast.

 

Chapter 239 is now fully published, and Chapter 240 emailed to everyone on (free) subscription. Blogspot readers will receive it in quarters once a week, as usual.

 

Please be aware Chapters 7 – 12 inclusive are now available on One Drive, for those readers who wish to delve into Year LXXXVIII at The Styx.

 

Chapter 241 is Departure Day for Year LXXXIX, when we leave the school for the summer holidays. In fact, there is no return, except for flashbacks. But these do include Shagger’s wedding day with his Missus, as mentioned in the February Newsletter.

 

Which does bring up the matter of what to do with the blog in five months’ time, when we reach the end of the book at Chapter 246. And also to the monthly emailed chapters. More material will be posted onto One Drive as time progresses.

 

I’d be interested in any suggestions, or feedback.

 

best swishes meantime, and enjoy the story.

 

Dave

 

Chapter 240 - part (1) of (4)

Final Full Day

The prefect David Shagton sat at his study table, whilst writing out a naughty Note. He was naked, apart from a black shower robe. But this was sufficient to protect his prefect’s privileges….for the moment, until he was ready to relinquish them.

 

Digger – no need to knock, since your sinful son’s engaged in Perusal of porn.

 

Although it was Wednesday, this very last period of Private Study wouldn’t be with William Shanks. Iron Will had graciously agreed the previous week to regard his penance as paid. The slot had been taken by his Patron, and it would be role-play, as recently requested. Slowly, he stood up and padded across to his wardrobe. He collected his Cunt Casanova Key from its peg for the last time, and placed it carefully into a trouser pocket. Then he continued to the back wall. As always, it was completely covered with instruments of coercion and correction. He’d need to pack it all away sometime soon for tomorrow’s transportation….but perhaps he might make Mitches manage it?

 

After all, this was what fags were for, to be at his beck and call. Or to provide a posterior for punishment….and in her case, a pussy for poking. It would also be highly humbling, having to handle so many of the items which had hit her hiney hard. Carefully, he made a selection of several suitable sticks, including Sexy Sammy’s favourite four-footer. His former frightful fagmistress had bequeathed it to him this time last summer, at the close of Year LXXXVIII. Might he now do the same? Certainly it might make packing much simpler….even allowing for any altruism. He positioned them all temptingly on the coffee table, and then there was a knock on the study door.

 

He glanced up at the wall clock, which read 12.51pm. “Entarrrr,” he called out, wondering whether the noble knight was a little early? It opened to reveal one of The Little Green Men, carrying something large. “What’s this all about, bad boy?” he asked, “and why aren’t you in Lesson 4?” He himself wasn’t, since they’d packed up early, however he was asking the questions. “Please, Sir,” he replied, “I’m on Delivery Duty….” the ministry of the bleedin’ obvious? “….and since it’s the Final Full day of term, Miss Angel Angle very kindly let me off my German lesson….” generous indeed, “….although as a quid pro quo….” a Reciprocal Exchange, “…. I’ll be required to report for the rattan in her study one evening next term….for a really raw rear….” so she clearly fancied flogging his fetching fanny out-of-hours. She’d be able to take a few more liberties with her libido, and wouldn’t have to stay so properly professional.

 

Obviously he’d still only be a Brownie Boy, so sex wouldn’t be on her agenda….at least not next year, “….but the delivery is your fold-flat holdall….” Ohh, “….to help house your cane collection, for carrying home….” he paused, “….there’s a memo for you too, Sir.” He handed it over, and he saw it was a one-liner about his Monitor Duties this evening.

 

Shagger – You’re doing dorms 4K and 5P, which should give you lots of flogging fun. Sue xxx

 

Fair enough….as his memory meandered back to the Year LXXXIX Autumn Arrival Afternoon. He’d been a brand-new prefect, just starting out on his long road. Somehow the period had passed in the twinkling of an eye….exactly as Samantha Terrier had once claimed it would do. “Drop the bag down by the door,” he said curtly, “obviously doing these duties will save you a dished Detention, but why are you worried? It’s Departure Day tomorrow, when the slate will be wiped clean in any event.”

 

There was a sly smile. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “but it’s all a part of my longer term game plan. You see…I’m trying to ingratiate myself with the School Secretary….” Ohh, “….and doing all this work for her seemed a suitable start.”

 

Sound thinking. “What exactly do you hope to achieve with The SS?” he asked, suspecting the answer? “Please, Sir,” he replied, “I’ve heard from my fearsome fagmaster how Fräulein Major Süβ role-plays die Gefängnislagerkommandantin und das Geheime Staatspolizeimädchen….” the prison Camp Commandant and Gestapo Girl, “….and I want a turn at taking interrogation when I’m older. I’m a German garçon….” with Angular Angela, it appeared, “….and he tells me this is how Major Sweet prefers it.” Clearly he was being groomed for greatness. “Who’s your fearsome fagmaster?” he asked. “Please, Sir,” he replied, “it’s the prefect Alexander Gordon, Sir.” Not exactly a surprise, either. “Your name and dorm?” he asked. “Please, Sir,” he said, “I’m Waverley, William, of dorm 3W, Sir.” Got it in one.

 

“So I assume it’s Wavy Willy of The Little Wretches?” he asked, to a slight smile, “and with no drastic career changes, you’ll wind up eventually as one of The six Wankers….” he shrugged, “….there are worse. However the good news, as I daresay The Cock O’ the North may have mentioned, is how you’ve a better-than-average chance of making Cunt Casanova. Do you know your disciplinary disposition, since the lovely Lisa McFee-Sven-Sless doesn’t do Dominant dolts?” There was a neat nod. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, “apparently I’m a sixdy-sixdy switch, or so Sir says.” He grinned. “A second sound step to fucking Fuck Me Senseless senseless,” he said, “prior to becoming a prefect….” he….well, cocked his head, tasting an idea, “….has Alex taught you how to wield the weapon?” There was a guilty grin. “Yes, Sir,” he admitted, “although he said I should be circumspect about the skill.”

 

He slipped off his shower robe, and handed it to the younger year. “Put it on,” he said, “and I’ll inspect your punishment prowess. You can give me a Start-As-You-Mean-To-Go-On beating….no more, although I’d doubtless fail an erection inspection.” Then he handed over his standard stick, the cane which he usually carried with him at all times. “Thank you….Shagger….” he said, clearly having switched into the mindset of a Superior Sir. At his tender age, it was no mean achievement, “….bend over….bad boy, and we’ll begin your beating.” Oo..er, yes, SIR….as he almost automatically assumed the Position.   

 

Swishhhthwackkkk

“One, thank you….Sir,” he said, claiming canees’ privilege. It enabled him to stay silent, apart from the cut count, some suitable salutation and an affirmation of appreciation. “A neat little bottom,” mused Wavy Willy, “simply Asking for the cane….” another two dollars for his mythical collection of when it was complimented, “….I’ve always thought so, on the occasions I’ve watched your whacks.”

 

Swishhhthwackkkk

“Ooo….two, thank you, Sir,” he gasped, “presumably for my Big One and Biggest One?” There was a slight snigger. “Yes,” he agreed, “which would normally be one more whack for the Question….impudence in this instance.” Well spotted.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk

“Yeee….three, thank you, Sir,” he yelped. “Ordinarily, I’d stop now for some studied sadism, Shagger,” he said, “but I’ll apply the coup de grâce.” Colloquially called the Cut Of Grace.

 

Swishhhthwackkkk

“Yikes….four, thank you, Sir,” he gasped, “all convincing cuts, and a completely competent caning.” There was no doubt about how well he’d been taught. “I wonder whether you’d mind signing my Sheet, Shagger?” he asked. “Not at all, Sir,” he replied, “since I rather relish being knackered naked, especially by younger years….” he spread his legs, “….AHHH….AHHH,” he gasped, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I submit, SIR.” A piece of paper plus pen was stuck unceremoniously in front of his face.

 

St Stricktlands School Stretch Slave Sheet for: William Waverley

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

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

completely before the scrotum is stretched.

 

He signed away his pride in the next available space….David Shagton. “Thanks,” he said, “I’ll just demand my dues.” He took a deep breath and waited for the next genital assault, “AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….AYEEEEE….I am your stretch slave, SIR….” his shaft strained, as the younger year placed the cane onto the table along with all the others, “….you can put the robe over the back of a chair….” he duly did so, and now they were equals, “…..it’ll be possible to indulge myself again later. As you saw from Sue’s memo, I’m administering Farewell Foursomes to dorm 4K, and I shall allow them to turn the tables at some stage.” There was a wide conspiratorial grin. “I’d agree with you about getting my gonads got good by The Knackies, Shagger,” he said, “especially The Ice Maiden….” thou too, Brutus? “….is it really true you’ll be fucking her for the first time next Spring?”

 

He stroked his stripes, again a further floggable felony. “Yes,” he confirmed, standing up, “Relay and I are both taking a trip back to our Alma Mater to do the dirty deed as a traditional threesome….” Raymond Lee, the self-professed purveyor of penis during Year LXXXVIII, and also his firm friend, “…..she felt a slit of such stature should command two Cunt Casanovas craving coitus….and quite correctly….” he paused, “….unless you’ve anything booked for this evening, how would you like to accompany me? You can show some sluts your superb swishing skills.” He licked his lips. “I’d adore it, Shagger,” he replied, “since so far I’ve only beaten bad boys….and I’d have had you for Rising Without Permission, and Rubbing Of Rears after receipt of the rattan….” he was going to be GOOD, “….where might we meet?”

 

He pursed his lips. “My arrangements are quite complicated,” he said, “so I can’t explain them all. Best be at the Dorm wings entrance hall latest a quarter past seven….on the assumption you’re doing another Detention….?” another neat nod, “….and I’ll be along shortly.” William Waverley smiled happily. “Thanks, Shagger,” he said, “I’ll look forward to later. Could you excuse me, since although you were the last on Level 6, I’ve still a further five floors to do before afternoon school.” He waved him away. “Thanks for the holdall….Willy,” he said, “could you kindly pin this note to my door?” He handed it over. “Enjoy, Shagger,” he said wryly, “now I understand why you only wanted four whacks. I expect you’ll be having a whole lot more.” Got it in one….as the younger year left the study and closed the door.

 

He glanced again at the clock, which now read 1.08pm, so he’d best be busy. He padded across to his bedside cabinet, and opened the second drawer down. Inevitably this was where the sinful stuff was stored….never the first nor third. He leafed through what was on offer, and removed the current copies of Spread Slit Specials and WANKER! He padded back to the settee, and knelt by the coffee table. Then he stared at the front cover of the second, with its injunction to Feel the shame of taking your favourite magazine to the checkout Lady. As always, the lovely Ladies were leering at the losers. He took himself in hand, “Uhhh….uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned. It was their disdain and disgust for dicks which was so delicious. “WHAT are you doing….son….?” asked Sir Digby Vaillance, having crept inside the study quietly, and suddenly standing over his shoulder. He peered peevishly at the pornographic publication, “….although the answer’s pretty plain.”

 

Slowly, he stood up, his shaft straining stratospherically. “Please….dad,” he replied, “I’m a wet, weed and wanker boy. I’ve been wanking worthlessly with wanton wicked wenches and Witches….again. I’m no good at chatting up crumpet, and can’t get cunt. It works wonders with a wanked willy….when I have huge helpings of horrendous humiliation and risible rejection.” He hung his head at this catalogue of confessions. Alas, this was how it HAD once been the case with him….less than two years previously.

 

The noble knight seemed stern. “I warned you what would happen if I caught you Stroking At Slits, son,” he said, “this time it will be my So-Sorry-Sir-Ma’am-Malacca-model….” oo..er, yes SIR, “….after some sound spanking, in the Wheelbarrow Position. Open up Spread Slit Specials, and put in onto the table. Prop yourself up with your arms, so you can peek at pussy.” His Patron sat down comfortably on the settee, and he backed himself up across his lap. “We’ll have you a little closer to the cunt, son,” he said, taking hold of his testicles. “AHHH,” he gasped as he was knackered neatly, “me balls, dad.” Now his face was only inches away from the fuckable floozies….Smackk Smackk “….Oww,” he gasped, Smackk Smackk “….Oww.”

 

Finally, the spanking stopped. “Stand, son,” he ordered, “and then it’s down for derrière discipline….” the old-fashioned phrase, relating to previous generations of punished posteriors, “….I shall swish you school style, so bend over the coffee table. This time you can select something from WANKER! with six stinging strokes from my wonderfully whippy Whangee weapon.” He arose and flexed the cane in question….knobbed nastily at irregular intervals all along its lovely length.

 

“Please, dad….” he implored, assuming the Position and looking at the laughing Ladies again. Their scornful stares were so squirmingly and sordidly scrumptious, “….a beating down to the balls….and then beat my balls.” Wheeewww….went the Whangee weapon through the empty air. “It seems you’ve already been swished, son,” he said, “since I can see four stripes. Spread your legs, tell me your misdeeds….and use the Winchester Whacks of OW and WOW.”

 

SWISHHHTHWACKK

“OWWW….ONE….so sorry, SIR….” he gasped, thinking quickly whilst re-writing history, “….Mum caught me Spying Up Skirts….again.” There was a short sniff.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKK

“WOWW….TWO, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped. “Which accounts for three, son,” he said, “so what about the fourth?”

 

SWISHHHTHWACKK

“OWWW….THREE, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped, “It was an extra one for a wiggle.”

 

SWISHHHTHWACKK

“WOWW….FOUR, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped. “Were you attempting any Staring At Slits, son?” he asked. “Yes, dad,” he admitted, “since Sis wasn’t wearing any naughty knickers, it seemed too good a chance to miss….alas I failed.” Whether or not there WAS such a soul was another question, but again this was only role-play. There was a short silence.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKK

“OWWW….FIVE, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped, wondering whether the studied sadism would surface this time? “There’s no shortage of sluts who’ll show you such sin, son….” such a shame he’d never had the nerve to try out this theory when he’d attended St Judes School. The mantle had fallen instead to his firm friend Desmond O’Doherty. Over time, Dirty Dez had duly become Dishy Dez of St Dudes, “….but if all else fails, when you reach eighteen I’ll take you to a professional prostitute. She’ll show you everything….and what to do with it, as well. It’ll cost quite a bit, but it’s a good investment for your future, and fortunately the family’s not short of funds.”

 

Which would certainly smooth the path to penile pleasure, although it wouldn’t address the problem of pleasing pussy. Happy Hookers couldn’t and wouldn’t, and such a son might end up with a warped view of what wanton wicked wenches and Witches wanted. “Thanks, dad,” he said instead, “maybe I won’t need to purchase so many porn publications in future. But are there pretty prostitutes which punish posteriors? I’ve….err…..seen some in Mistress Monthly.” There was a guilty grin, which once again confirmed the noble knight’s naughtiness. “Yes, son,” he said, “they’re called disciplinary Dominatrices, which don’t do dicks as such, although they’ll usually offer some sort of relief after rattan.”

 

SWISHHHTHWACKK

“OWWW….SIX, so sorry, SIR,” he gasped. “I’m afraid you’ve failed your erection inspection, son,” he said, “so I’ll add three for the Thrill of a thrashing onto your beat sheet. You can have them on your next weekly whacking….” he recalled the noble knight saying something about this, “….but as requested, we’ll conclude your caning with a couple of cuts to the crotch.” Hopefully, not TOO hard….Swishthwack “….UGHHH….” Swishthwack “….UGHHH,” he moaned in acute agony, massaging his man meat, “thank you dad….HUHH….me balls….HUHH….me balls….” slowly, the room settled down again, “….ohh….ohh,” he added as the older man fondled his flogged fanny. “Thank you so much….Shagger,” he said, so the role-play was over, “….we’re done for today….” just as well, “….I don’t actually have any daughters, but don’t let it stop you from inventing any as required….” fine, “….I’m really looking forward to the first of our swishing sessions next autumn at The Tell-tale Tit.” A No Tell hotel in Lancashire.

 

“Always assuming I’ve passed my A-Levels, Sir,” he replied. “Details,” said his Patron, expansively, “you only need three grade E’s….” which ought to be achievable, even with his indifferent scholastic average over the years. Still, time would tell, and he’d know next month, “….sit down with me on the settee….unless you’d prefer otherwise?” He smiled wanly, rubbing his raw rear again, as Sir Digby Vaillance sat comfortably. “I’ll stand, Sir….if you don’t mind. Thank you for the thrashing….well, in loco parentis….” In Place Of A Parent, “….but what about your real sinful son, Sir? Does The Dirty Digger still receive your rattan?” The older man shook his head.

 

“Digger’s definitely a Dominant dolt in disciplinary disposition,” he replied, “markedly more than me….” as indeed Richard Merryweather had mentioned, “….and probably to the tune of tendy to twenty….” ten dozen to two, “….and after he attained his majority, I terminated tanning his tush. But it appears I’d weaned him off wanking worthlessly too well, since he ended up as a gay guy….” Oops, “….so he sorts out stress by swishing and screwing a series of studs. He says he’d be far too busy for any form of marriage, or indeed a permanent partner. In this respect, I can only agree. When I ran the business, I admit to not spending sufficient time with him, or indeed my wonderful Wife….but we are where we are.” Lady Valencia Vaillance, he also recalled his Mentor mentioning.

 

“Such a shame, Sir,” he said, “since I now flog my philandering father….but then he leans at least ’levendy ’leven….” 143 to 1 in old money, “….perhaps Digger could punish YOUR posterior?” His Patron pursed his lips. “Actually Shagger,” he said softly, “it’s something I could consider. Whether he’d be up for such role reversal’s another matter, but there’s no harm in asking….” he pursed his lips, “….maybe he might be harbouring any amount of anger at being abandoned in his younger years? So I too might usefully take a leaf out of your book, and offer him periods of penance….” he winked once, “….one never knows, he might even take up with the Tarts again.” Clearly this was his good deed done for the day. “It goes without saying, Sir,” he said, “how all this will stay completely confidential….as always.” His Patron smiled.

 

“One of the things I wanted to speak to you about is Mississippi, Shagger,” he said. “Presumably the lovely Lady teacher,” he replied, “and not the American river?” There was a neat nod, “Indeed,” he agreed, “I was talking to her recently, and she suggested I might like to try out one of her favourite fantasies for the fellas one evening, with Walk The Plank. I understand you’ve done it once, and your scrotum’s still survived.”

 

He shrugged. “I could say the same about Ball Busta Bertha,” he replied, “for whom you were kind enough to fix me up with an expensive session. You assured me she wasn’t totally terminal to the testicles, and I can now agree. But it’s Edith Zippy’s practice to pick on prefects past and present….” preferably plums pain perverts, “….and also new nax, enabling them to enjoy an exquisite exhibitionistic entrance. I’ve actually taken it twice, since the second was with my protégé Harry Herbert Orwell earlier this term. It may well be a third, given I’m attending Summer School. Apparently the adult version is getting the Gonads Gallows, with noose around nex and nax….” necks and knackers, “….fortunately with Guardian Angels on hand in the water, in case of any problems, “….but with Walk The Plank, your scrotum should certainly be safe. You just jump off the top board, with a 7lb diving brick attached to your balls, and swim to the shallow end….simplicity itself….”

 

he grinned, “….all right, so it tends to test the testicles’ tenacity. But it’s also wonderful when one is an incorrigible exhibitionist. Standing starkers whilst stroking a staining shaft, before taking the plunge down to Davy Jones’ Locker is indeed erotic entertainment….especially with an appreciative audience….” he took a deep breath after this exposition, “….but talking of terminations, how did you get on yesterday at the Rectory? I assume your Sunday Special wasn’t simply Afternoon Tea with the Reverend Carmen Jones? Did she give you a go on the Gonads Guillotine?” The older man involuntarily cupped his crotch. “It was at least equal to the Scrotum Smasher,” he said, in slightly strangled tones, “for a Lady of the Cloth, she’s not at all bad-looking, and has a MEAN mouth.”

 

They stared into space, both well away on Planet Priest. “I daresay you spotted her three Looks, Sir,” he said, “with № 1 when she’s sitting close to you….a sly sideways smile, which is surely, ‘how about pleasing pussy?’ № 3 occurs if you ended up writhing around on the floor, whooping in acute agony? It’s the which one I call, ‘it was only a little kick in the crotch.’ № 2 is when she bares her teeth, whilst her eyes flash fire….” his Patron interrupted, “….I saw it, Shagger,” he said heavily, “when my gonads were in the Guillotine, waiting for the worst. It was quite definitely, ‘I’m going to castrate you.’ Hells’ teeth….I spurted some semen as the blade fell….” he shrugged, “….it’s a shame she has to stay semi-celibate. But as you intimated, I WAS able to offer her any amount of oral appreciation….after I’d been booted in the balls….” he smiled again in fond memory, “….she did mention to me about your wedding, which I understand is going to be a Dominatrix do?” He nodded.

 

“Indeed,” he replied, “with the Bride wearing Miss Whiplash in white, the Bridesmaids dressed as Burdizzo Babes, and me in the altogether. I shall be dragged collared and leashed on my knees along the aisle by my new spouse, whilst whipped well. Also, all married mere males will wear a wedlock on their willy….not just me. For single studs it’ll be a Kali’s Teeth Bracelet, to prevent them getting any ideas of Indecent Intent about the Bridesmaids….” he paused, “….would you like an invitation to the ceremony?” There was a wide smile. “Most definitely,” he said, “and DV 1 is available for this trip, too….wherever you’d like to take it?” He smiled. “We weren’t planning to go very far for the start of the honeymoon,” he said, “and spending a Working Weekend at Bindery House would….well, set the tone of our open-marriage. Obviously Bren would be waited on hand and foot by all the guests. I daresay it’s a venue which has been used often enough in similar circumstances by other couples?”

 

There was a neat nod. “Yes,” he agreed, “it’s always good business for Daisy Cheney and Ivy Leek when there’s a disciplinary Domme hitched to a submissive slave spouse. I know you’re both sixdy-sixdy switches….” six dozen to the gross, or even-steven, “….but it’s not the point. Several hours’ hard labour, pulling potatoes in the kitchen garden….hot, bothered and in the altogether should do you the world of good. It’s as you contemplate coitus with your belovèd, who’s basking starkers in the summer sunshine on the terrace, sipping white wine.” His penis promptly pulsed at the prospect. 

 

“So, Shagger,” he said at length, “time’s passing, and you need to eat before Lesson 5. If you get dressed, we’ll lunch in The Canteen, and can talk en route.” He nodded, and padded towards his pile of folded clothes. Impeccable tidiness had been caned into him, firstly by his Mother, and secondly at The Styx. “Ohh,” he gasped as he raised his basic black trousers, and the hem scraped across an aching arse. Finally, he collected Sexy Sammy’s favourite four footer from the table, before joining Sir Digby Vaillance at the door. Then they stepped out together into the gloomy corridor. “Sue Sweet says you’re on Farewell Foursomes this evening with Prefect Monitor duties, Shagger,” he said, as they continued towards the Level 6 landing, “and do call me Digger, now we’re equals….” he nodded, “….it’s something I haven’t yet seen. So I’d like to tag along with you, as we’ve done before on several occasions. Perhaps you might even graciously agree to give me a go with beating a few beautiful bottoms?”

 

He nodded. “Most certainly, Digger….” he said, as they started down the otherwise empty echoing stone steps, “….and obviously there’s also the possibility of Soliciting suitable sluts for subsequent screwing in your study….” there was another wry smile, “….we’ve two dorms to do. First of all, it’s The Knackies of dorm 4K….containing one of my favourite floozies. Karen Eis is already a living legend, and she hasn’t even started screwing….although she’s taking advance bookings. I’ve already paid my deposit, with six of the best taken one evening at her hand. She suggested it would be horrendously humbling to be beaten in public by one of the younger years. I agreed with her contention, so to provide a taste of her own medicine, I’ve arranged for her to suffer some of the same.” Being lunchtime, things were silent, although there was still distant discipline wafting on the wind.    

 

“You should score better in bonking with The pliants of dorm 5P….” he continued as they crossed the entrance hall, and started into the first of the long, dark cold corridors, “….and indeed I’ve copulated a couple of their cute cunts….” when they’d reached sweet sixteen, “….though obviously not my sinful Sister’s slit. I expect you’ll find a fuckable floozy….her included.” The older man smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about the luscious Lynda,” he said, “how she’s simply a serial sex slut who’ll screw anyone in exchange for a hot shower.” It appeared her reputation was spreading well? “Yes,” he agreed, “one day she might even take on the mantle for Sex Slut Of St Stricktlands School? Bren’s the present holder, and for Year XC she’s awarded it to her girlfriend, Verity Gneiss.”

 

 

There was a wide smile, “Very Nice is indeed VERY nice,” he agreed, “and a Bi-Babe to boot….which was exactly what I did to such a submissive soul when I sessioned with her in your study.” What wonderful wit? “I expect Sis will also make Mascot for the Letchhampton Rugby Football Club,” he continued, “the way it works is the home team makes bets with the opposition. If they lose the fixture, the visitors all have free fucks. However if they win, the club makes lots of cash….and then the local lads get lucky. So either way round, it’s fifteen phalluses every Saturday afternoon, for what isn’t quite prostitution….” he turned his brain back to today, “….apart from my Monitor duties, I’m hoping to attend one of the Prefects’ VD Classes first. They’re nothing nasty, as I believe I explained.”

 

 

The noble knight nodded. “I’d like a last look at the Weekly Wednesday Weedings,” he said “at least, those run by your Missus. I daresay a new pretty prefect will wish to continue them next term….” which was perfectly possible, “….but by way of special thanks for this evening, perhaps you might wish to partake in poking another professional prostitute? If you’ve anyone in mind, but haven’t the funds, I’m happy to assist. I know you’re not exactly short of sex, but occasionally a paid pussy is particularly pleasurable….especially the high-class Happy Hookers at the top of the price range….” he shrugged, “….it’s nothing I didn’t do for The Dirty Digger.”

 

 

He pursed his lips. “It’s a very kind thought,” he said, “and I’ll take you up on it. There’s Strict Sarah, the enviable escort….” and more mature Madam, “….we once met at The Stern Maiden. I can visit her in Tanningtown on my way home.” The older man grinned widely. “As you know, Shagger,” he said. “I have her Calling Card….” as did he, somewhere in his study, “….I can confirm she’s a superb screw, and was worth every new pound.” He took it out his wallet whilst they walked

.

Strict Sarah

Your enviable escort for every occasion

Subsequent swishing (and screwing) available

Reasonable rates

phone 0800 856969

 

“She suggested half-price, Digger,” he said, “apparently liking the look of my neat little bottom at a previous meeting, when I’d been on waiter duty.” With another dollar in the pot. “Such an offer isn’t to be sneezed at, Shagger….” he said, counting out some NP30 notes….three dozen ones, “….here’s four gross….” what it was, not only to be well orf, but filthy rich, “….which should provide ample funds for your….well, business luncheon….” the polite way of putting the poke, “….and also enough for your First Class rail fare home afterwards. If you’d care to be at the main entrance hall at ten o’clock tomorrow morning, you can use my Roller….” it would certainly enable him to bow out from St Sticks in style, “….I’ll swing by Sue Sweet’s office sometime this afternoon, and make the call.”

 

Done and Dusted. “Thank you, Digger,” he said as they took their trays and located an empty table. “Ohh,” he gasped, sitting down, as the really rough raised ridges reminded him of recent rattan. “Could you meet me in the Dorm wings entrance hall at a quarter past seven, Digger,” he said, “and don’t forget your cane. As I intimated, there’ll also be William Waverley waiting, one of The Little Green Men. He glanced up at the wall clock, and saw it was 1.34pm. Sufficient to eat, but still be on time.

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