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Chapter 244 - part (2) of (4)

 

Reformation

 

“It turned out to be a quarry day,” he said, “which I’d been expecting….with a degree of dread. The gaolbirds, and remaining guests, were formed into a chain gang. We were tethered together by our balls bands, and marched out of the courtyard into the alley leading to the allotments. It became a grassy, if very overgrown footpath with no shortage of nasty nettles. Half a mile of pain and punishment later, we reached our undesirable destination.”

 

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Katherine New opened the gate, which was completely covered with barbed wire, and they all filed inside. Then she locked it behind her, and let loose the chain gang. They could hobble away, but without any means of escape, and anyway they’d be no match for the three Guards….her and The Terror Twins. “Guest 13045 and I discussed the idea of railway building last time he was here,” said Sexy Sammy as they headed inside, “which we’ve since put into practice. We’ve made good progress, and are about half way....” she smiled, “….about three chains, so to speak….” very droll, since this was how railways were traditionally measured. Each was 22yd long, with eighty of them to a mile, “….so you horrible lot can do your stint.”

 

Several minutes later, they approached the narrow gauge railway, where several sections of the new parallel line were evident. “The gaolbirds can select a shovel for ballasting….levelling the line already laid. The guests can work in pairs, putting more sleepers into place. Obviously there’ll be no slacking.”

 

“The day was hot,” he said, “and so were the Guards. Hard labour, whilst working with whip-wielding wanton wicked wenches, is something my sinful psyche seems to seek. Clearly none of the guests were having problems with obeying the Reformatory rule. Errant erections were the order of the day, especially following a flogging for one of the felons. With the gaolbirds on site, it was almost akin to the ancient movie Cool Hand Luke. Although on this occasion the fetching floozies were equally dry, rather than teasing tools by car washing. Anyway, we worked until the church clock chimed for noon, when it was lunch….for the Guards. I’d done a quarry day before, so knew the system. They ate at leisure, with guests and gaolbirds kneeling respectfully until they’d finished their fare. Finally, we were all allowed to eat the leftovers….fortunately there was enough for all. A strict ban on talking whilst working had been ruthlessly enforced, so now it was my first chance to catch up with Grim Jim.”

 

“Long time no….well, sea Shagger,” he said wittily, munching a fish-paste sandwich, “how did the jolly old A-Levels go?” He smiled sweetly. “Against all expectations, Jim,” he replied, “I achieved an A and two B grades, more than sufficient to take my place at the University of Lancashire….” he paused, “….as part of a ménage à cinq. The four floozies are all three Smiths in my year….the two Sisters and Uncle Sam, together with The Green Goddess.” The previous prefect stared at him. “Which is good going, by any Standards….” her former nickname, “….or maybe I mean your Missus….but I must be out of touch. Are Brenda and Myfanwy really related?” He nodded. “Yes,” he confirmed, “they’re half-Sisters, with the same philandering father.”

 

He waited whilst the other selected a second sandwich. “I always suspected you’d do well at The Styx, Shagger,” he said, “and rather recall saying so on your original Autumn Arrival Afternoon.” Quite so. “Yes,” he agreed amiably, “whilst kindly providing my first formal flogging of a dozen due, watched by The Ice Maiden and The Pirate. They’ll both be of age next February, when I’ll be doing the honours for Kelly Morgan’s first fuck on a conjugal call. But first, it’s the dead-clever Karen Eis’ turn. For HER defloration, she’s reckoning on being Relayed first….and Shaggered second, as a traditional threesome. She determined quite correctly how a slit of such stature should command two Cunt Casanovas craving coitus.” Grim Jim nodded wryly. “I’d enjoy doing the dark-haired deviant damsel myself, Shagger,” he said, “along with most mere males which aren’t gay guys.” He took a long swig of lemonade. “I also inherited your study, Jim,” he said, “the worst one in the wing, as you said in the note left to your successor. I’ve said more or less the same….although it DOES help to keep you fit. As you know, I’m also a Cunt Casanova, so held a Key….which I was able to utilize for some Succubus stunts. But as for the rest, I’ve left my mark on the school….as indeed it’s done on me. Sodding Shagger’s natty new Seats of Learning are now standard for all Detentions. They’re suitably spiked mats to assist detainees in getting the point of their punishment….” what wit, “….and there are also Shagger’s Schoolday Sojourns. These enable Interlopers to officially enjoy the experience of a really rough regulatory regime with the rattan on the rear. It’s especially helpful for those unfortunates who went to so-called progressive schools, but had always wanted the whacks….” he paused, “….our heiress and second gaolbird being one such.”

 

“Our short lunch was over quite quickly,” he said, “when it was more back-breaking hard work on the railway. In the end, we’d completed about another dozen yards. At four o’clock, the Guards decided we’d have….well, chariot races of sorts, along the length of second line completed. A Guard sat in each wagon, and a guest attached to them and their balls band with a length of chain. Then it was a race to the finish, tugging the trucks with the testicles. Everyone’s gonads got given a go. Finally, all the guests were allowed to board the wagons, whereupon the two gaolbirds were attached by their boobs bands….with the chains passing under the pussy. They had to pull them all the way, whilst being whipped well. Then it was Rollerball, which is exactly as it appears, using some old machinery left behind from the original quarry owners. Last of all it was water bowsing….which again sounds innocent, but isn’t. It’s carrying buckets of water, two at a time, and tipping them into a huge tank. After an hour or so, we each stood underneath for Dowsing Duty. We were knocked off our feet by the force of the jet. By then it was time for dinner, whereupon we all staggered out of the quarry and along the footpath. Such was another day….except there was still another whipping, with my evening Diet Of Discipline. You begin to see a time at the Pennance Reformatory isn’t exactly a holiday by the seaside.”

 

 

She sniffed. “It’s no more than you deserve,” she said, “so tell me a few more fascinating facts.” He shrugged. “One morning I was taken to one of the playrooms,” he said, “and clipped to a Cock’s Box….essentially a heavy-duty Trample Table. The Guards amused themselves for a time by squashing my scrotum with their pointed boots, both the soles and the heels. Then they introduced me to a new novelty item, one I hadn’t encountered previously. First, they showed me the lid of a carton.”

 

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“We tried them on our newest gaolbird yesterday evening, guest 13045,” said Cane You, “and the results were very encouraging….” he’d heard successive shrieks of a strafed slut, together with the cackles of a common crone….whilst wondering what the fuck? “….so now you can try them out. “Ahhh,” he gasped as a crocodile clip was attached to his nose all over again. Then she bustled about, connecting the wires to the control console. Next she took a tripod which carried a camera and also two withered arms, and set them in place. “They’ll stroke slowly,” she said, “since it’s more sensual. We’ll have pretty pictures of your penile pleasures every quarter of an hour.” He shivered, but was unable to move any of his man meat. “Ohh,” he moaned as the crooked hands, with their fickle fingers of fate, touched his tool and testicles. She’d set them surgically accurately….as stated in the instructions. “Enjoy,” she said, “I’ll be back in an hour….or not.”  

 

Then she pressed the ON button, and strutted out of the room. “Allo, dearie….” cackled a recording from the control console, clearly the crone he’d heard previously, “….granny’s goin’ ter give yer a good time today.” Then the fingers whirred into life. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as his scrotum and shaft were stimulated. “Arr yer a grubby little boy, wot likes wankin’ ’is willy werflessly?” it asked….FLASHH “….UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned in pure pleasure. Very soon he could feel himself edging towards orgasm, however he was under no illusions. Sure enough, the fingers stopped stroking at once. “Har….har,” cackled the crone, “there’ll be no spurtin’ nor spunkin’. Granny should see some semen seepin’, but wanker boys can’t get no satisfaction.” The same as the ancient pop idol Mick Jagger had sung. It waited until his system had stabilized, and then it was at him again. He was sweating in frustration, and they’d only just started.

 

“I took a total of two hours’ torment,” he said, “and was a wreck when she returned. Zappo Products really DO know what they’re doing, and I can’t recommend it to anyone.” She nodded. “I might buy a set myself,” she said absently. “There was also an Equestrienne Escaped Slave Session one afternoon,” he said, “which I won’t go into too much detail, since you know all about them. Suffice it to say the guests were all recaptured on the heath outside the village. When I was brought for my punishment whipping over the trestles, we’d a Visitor.

 

“Uh..huh….since it seemed to be an older version of our heiress. “Which of you is Shagger?” she demanded. “It is I, Ma’am,” he replied politely….SLAPP “….Ahh….” SLAPP “….Ahh,” he gasped. “According to Licia, you’re good with oral appreciation,” she continued, unexpectedly raising her skirt, “so take tongue to twat, and show me your technique.”

 

“So I pleased pussy,” he said, “whilst being beaten. She completed four cums, by which time Relay and Grim Jim had arrived. Also being Cunt Casanovas, I recommended them to Lady Liskeard. Afterwards, it was our turn to watch AAAHH’s and Appalling’s acute agonies.”

 

“Oo..er….yes, MA’AM,” she said, shivering slightly, “where can I sign myself up as a gaolbird?” Her darling daughter winked once. “Mrs Whapshott will assist,” said Cane You, “when you’ve seen sufficient swishing, step into the library upstairs.”

 

“One afternoon it was the public pillory for me,” he said, “which I didn’t much mind, since for a change it wasn’t work. There was a wide selection of stretchers, as I’d expected.”

 

“AYEEEEE….” he shouted as his sac was stretched, ‘….eee….eee,’ went the echoes. “Thanks, Shagger,” said Sir Digby Vaillance, “you did say I’d get a go on your gonads. Do excuse me, since I’m doing the Shocking Shopping.” He picked up his two empty baskets, and headed across THE SQUARE towards the PENNANCE GENERAL STORE. There was silence for several minutes, then….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” he gasped at some Sexist Smacks, ‘….oww….oww,’ went the echoes. “Nart so carky noe, Shaggerr,” said a West Country brogue, as a short stocky figure emerged from behind him. “Hello, SamSam,” he replied, woodenly, “how are you doing?” Samuel Samson smiled. “Vairy waill noe,” he replied, “afterr whart seemed foreverr with they Twinz in they’z wretched Reformartorry. But Oi did enjoy gartting moi gairst reward….with a Guarrd called Elizarbeth Bartenburrg.”

 

“Batty Betty,” she said, in almost reverence, “a teacher’s name from MY personal past….and SUCH a sound swisher at The Styx. She caned me in class on more occasions than I can remember. It appears she’s still….well, up for it, despite her retirement somewhere in Devon.” He nodded, “I was sorry to have missed her,” he said, “but one can’t have everything. Anyway all was quiet, whilst I contemplated cute cunt. Then The Terror Twins appeared, dressed in the Country’n’Western wear. It was the same as I’d first seen them at PennancE RoaD station two years previously.”

 

He Ogled Obviously Over the loose-fitting blouses which looked like brassières were an unknown concept in Cornwall. By contrast, rough faded blue denim super-stretch slacks wrapped enticingly around adorable arses. Might their pettable posteriors have been poured into them? The pretty picture was completed with cowgirl crotch crush boots. “AYEEEEE,” he shouted as his scrotum was stretched soundly, ‘….eee….eee,” went the echo. Then a naked Raymond Lee emerged from behind him. “I’m getting my guest reward at the NUDIST BEACH, Shagger,” he said, “with some sea, sand and sex. Apparently it’s something you should have done during your Holiday From Hell, prior to starting at The Styx.”

 

He nodded. “Yes, Ray,” he agreed, “think of me whilst you copulate captivating Celtic Cunts….” he paused, “….last year you offered to be my second-best man. Are you still happy to do so?” The other nodded. “As it’s a Dominatrix do, I should really be least-worst man,” he said wittily, “a point I’ll put into my speech. But yes, and we’re all looking forward to it.” The Terror Twins mouthed him kisses. “Ray’s released, guest 13045….” said Sexy Sammy, since it was she….all a matter of minute eye expression, “….but we’ll both be back on duty this evening.”

 

“The following afternoon,” he said, “after another hour of AHH, she appeared in my cell, carrying clothes. From what I could see, they appeared to be for lovely Ladies.”

 

“I told you how one fine day I’d force you into frillies, Guest 13045,” she said sternly. “Ohh….ohh,” he moaned as she let him loose from the wall, and proceeded to remove his smooth steel shackles. “You can think of this as a special treat,” she continued, “so put on this Happy Hooker hosiery, to match mine….” she paused, “….did you want to be blonde or brunette? At least with your crew cut, you won’t have any problems with a wig.” He smiled sweetly. “Blonde like you, if you please….Sammy….” he muttered, omitting the salutation since they were now equals, “….since I wore a black one last week….” SLAPP “….Ahh….” SLAPP “….Ahh,” he added as she rounded on him at once. “What do you mean?” she demanded, “are you telling me you’ve done this deviant deed before….dirty David?” He smiled sweetly. “Yes….” he replied, pulling on the pair of panties. Inevitably his pulsing penis poked up above the hem, “….on the morning of my trip down here, with Scary Sari. We walked around the streets of London for an hour, posing as a pair of professional prostitutes on the prowl for possible punters….or lovely Lezzies. I must admit as an example of unbridled exhibitionism I enjoyed it immensely.”

 

He put on the boobs bra and miniskirt so short it was decent by only half an inch. He shivered slightly and his shaft strained whilst he rolled up the black fishnet tights. Then it was matching jacket, a studded collar, and boots with stilettos. “It’s as well you’re a virtuoso in high heels….Davina,” she said, “since you’ll be giving an appreciative audience their money’s worth….” but where? “….it would have been a trip around Pennance. However, from what you’ve said, it would be pretty pointless. So what we’ll do is something different….and which I’ve not done before, so it’ll be all new and daring for us both. It’ll be a short car ride first, although I won’t spoil the surprise….” she opened her Happy Hooker handbag, extracted some makeup, and stuffed the spare wig inside, “….I’ll apply you mascara and lipstick to match mine….” she soon completed the picture of a second sexy Siren, “….it’s just your wig, and we’re good to go….” she handed him his handbag, which he slung seductively over his shoulder, “….you’ve an obvious talent, Davina. There’s a fine dividing line between embarrassment and exhibitionism, but in your case it’s wafer-thin.” So he’d been told often enough.

 

“So we left The Old Police Station,” he said, “but only after she’d taken some more mug shots. They were possibly for her private files, but more likely to show around at my wedding. Then we boarded the twins’ two-seater sports car….with its personalized vehicle registration plate of CUT 1E. It was another white-knuckle ride.”

 

“I always thought the national speed limit was 60mph on these roads….” he said, as the wind whistled through his wig. According to the speedometer they were pushing 90mph, “….I always said my father should have warned me about fast floozies in fast cars.” She smiled sweetly. “Fortunately, he didn’t, Davina,” she replied, and fell silent. According to the car clock it was about ten minutes and an eternity later when they reached their destination.

 

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“As you might expect….” she said, parking beside a large lorry labelled Alf’s TransporT : Surbiton. So he was a long way from home, “….this is normally known as the Naff Caff, which is a little unfair. But obviously it’s fine for road hauliers.” He shivered slightly. “I’ve met ALF before,” he said in strangled tones, “during my first driving lesson. He’s not the most pleasant of personages.” He recalled how his Instructress Paula Nixhof had kneed his nuts, and then kicked his crotch. They emerged from the car, whereupon he wound down his window. “Ullo, darlins….” he said, with all the sex appeal of a month dead mackerel, “….wont a good time? Ah’ve shed mah load….an Ah’m havin’ a couplah weeks orf in duh sun. Wont tuh ’elp me shed….well, annuver load?” Sexy Sammy shrugged. “I don’t think so,” she said sweetly, “let’s go inside, Davina.” They strutted to the door, with ALF waddling behind them at a disrespectful distance.

 

Clearly, he wasn’t to be put off. Inside there were several transport types, and all eyes were on them. The humiliation was horrendous, but also incredibly erotic. It must be wonderful to turn heads….and tools like this all the time? “Two teas please, Daff,” she said to the Proprietress behind the counter. “It’ll be a new-pound please, Miss,” she replied. “Ah’m payin’, Daff,” he said from behind them, “make it free fuh me an’ mah friens.” Or presumably three….and the last of the big spenders? He handed over an NP1 note plus a 6s coin. They collected their mugs of steaming hot brew, and strutted to an otherwise empty table. “Wot’s yuh name, darlin?” he asked him. “It’s Davina….darling,” he said, in a deliberately low register, whilst fluttering his eyelashes.

 

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, to much mirth from adjacent tables, “yurra fella. Surely not bofe ov yuh?” Sexy Sammy sipped her tea. “Not the last time I looked,” she said demurely. “MUCH bettah,” he said, “never mind duh pansy….howsabout we go back tuh yuh place fuh some fuckin’ fun an’ frolics?” Such tact, but not necessarily a good idea. “I wouldn’t if I were you, darling,” he said, “one never knows what one might find.” He’d warned him, since stepping into a Reformatory when in clear need of Reforming was asking for trouble. “It’s fine by me….darling,” she said, clearly of the same mind, “you can spend a few days by the seaside with me and my firm friends….who aren’t all like Davina. Leave your lorry here with Daff, since there’s no suitable parking in Pennance.” There was lust in his eyes at having apparently pulled so successfully.

 

They finished their teas, with ALF’s hand already firmly on Sexy Sammy’s thighs. “I’m afraid there’s only room for two, Davina,” she said, “so you’ll have to hoof it back. However, it’s only a few miles more than PennancE RoaD, which you’ve done before.” Thanks a bunch….as they both boarded. “See yuh later….loser,” he said patronizingly as CUT 1E pulled out of the car park, and disappeared at high speed. Might he do the dirty? Why not, his personal demon kindly confirmed. Very quietly and methodically he let down all ALF’s lorry tyres before starting on his weary way.

 

“I’d managed only a couple of hundred yards….” he said, finishing his ham hock, and mopping his mouth, “….before the stilettos became too much. Not for the first time, I had some sympathy for lovely Ladies obliged to wear them in offices all day….” she nodded, knowingly, “….so slipped them off, and put them into my handbag. The summer sun was hot, and so was I….possibly in more ways than one, given the number of passing motorists who honked their horns in sexist style. I wasn’t about to try and thumb a lift, since it would have created more problems in the long run. Then a Police car passed, and reversed back.”

 

“Good afternoon, Miss,” said a fetching floozy, “I’m LPC Sheila Hurst-Howe….” Lady Police Constable, “….are you going my way?” Was this an interesting example of role-reversal, with the Coppess as kerb crawler and the mere male as Happy Hooker? He fawned fetchingly on the car door, fighting back a horrible urge to ask whether she was interested in any business? “I could use a lift into Pennance, Officer,” he said instead, “to Cell House Holidays, if you wouldn’t mind?”

 

 

She grinned widely. “Step inside….Miss,” she said, clearly having now sussed his suspect status. He did so, and they set off. “Presumably you’re a guest at Mrs Whapshott’s Reformatory,” she said, “tell me, do you know someone called Raymond Lee?” Where to begin? “He’s a firm friend,” he replied. “Good,” she said, “so I can speak to you plainly. He’s strutted his stuff several times in the street, but always accompanied by The Terrier Twins. Is he actually attached to them….I mean in formal fashion? I’ve since seen him starkers in the stocks….” presumably she meant the PENNANCE PILLORY? “….and I’m afraid I deeply desired disciplining his delightful derrière….let alone doing his distended dick. Obviously it wouldn’t have been properly professional.”

 

 

 Interesting. “Relay was once one of the foremost Cunt Casanovas at my school,” he said, “and self-professed purveyor of penis. He’s currently in a ménage à trois with The Twins at the University of Lancashire. But even if he does formalize things with one of them, it’ll be an open-marriage. He’ll still be bonking them both and also screwing around….” he paused, “….I can confirm your attraction’s mutual. He mentioned to me last year how he harbours hankerings for you. He’s fantasized about throwing himself on your mercy, to see whether you’d sling him into the cells for some sort of overnight interrogation? Especially given how you might have been known as How She Hurts.” There was a short silence. “It might be managed,” she mused, “on Sundays, when it’s Rex’s rest day….” Sergeant Cornwall, “…. and I’m on my own. The Old Cornish Wrecks is somewhat straight-laced, and I suspect vitriolic vanilla….” she winked once, “….it WAS my school nickname.” Excellent….as they reached the village.

 

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“I’ve achieved something similar at home,” he admitted, “in Letchhampton….only with two Officers.” Inspector Lance Sceptre and DC Phillip Dunn. “Do you think Mrs Whapshott might accept me as a Guard, during the Reformatory period?” she enquired, “we’ve discussed discipline in general terms, and she knows my views on vapulation. It IS a good grandiloquism, straight out of Grahame’s Guide….”

 

“….meaning flogging or flogged, Shagger,” she said sourly. “So sorry, Jeanie,” he said, “something with which you of all people are well-versed.”

 

A sure-fire certainty. “Most definitely,” he replied, “perhaps you might try a trial run….after the end of a shift, sometime?” She nodded, as they pulled into BOTTOM LANE. “Can you ask her to give me a call,” she said, “and I’ll also have a friendly fireside chat with Relay. He’s staying at the Terrier’s over the summer. But as for you….bad boy or guilty girl, I hope you’ll consider an out-of-season visit to the seaside, perhaps over the Christmas holidays? I’ll be pleased to put you through your paces.” Oo..er, yes MA’AM. “Most definitely, Ma’am….” he said as they stopped outside The Old Police Station, and he climbed out of the car, “….meantime I’m grateful for the ride.” She blew him a kiss, and went her way.

 

“It was already past dinner time….” he said, as Dinah collected the empties from their main course, “….so I replaced my stilettos and strutted straight inside, since the front door was wide open.” Almost immediately, I encountered Aunt Marge.

 

“You took your own sweet time….Davina,” she said, “however I saw you’d hitched a lift with the local law, so I suppose it could have been worse.” He smiled. “How She Hurts would like to apply for the position of trainee Guard, Aunty,” he said, “simply to give it a go. She’s asked if you could contact her accordingly.” She nodded. “I’ll sign her up soonest,” she confirmed, “we always need new recruits.” So another good deed done for the day. “How’s ALF doing?” he asked.

 

“Not very well, Davina,” she replied with a wry smile, “first of all, we relieved him of his clothes in The Robing Room. By the time he’d had second thoughts, it was all too late. We’d applied some smooth steel shackles before he tried to make a break for it. Then he found out the hard way how it’s impossible to run with an eighteen inch chain on your ankles. He fell flat on his face, and we cropped him continuously in the corridor until he crawled back inside. As is often the case with macho males, a whole lot of his bluster evaporated when we’d had all his hair off. However he still wasn’t a happy bunny, and it was necessary to slap him substantially before we could take his Reformatory Record. We extracted his surname of Garnett, and his school roll number. Thus he shares his name with the equally obnoxious TV character from the 1960’s sitcom, Till Death Us Do Part. He attended St Secondus at Surbiton, apparently known as St Second Best. He’s never pleased pussy in his whole miserable life….” which would change very soon, if not already, “…..still reeks of tobacco, which will pass after a few days’ Dowsing Duties….” she paused, “….it’s Bikes Spikes for you tomorrow, but we’ll have him in THE Hardnut Quarry….” hence hard labour, “….not the sea, sun and sex he was expecting. I’ve already taken cash from his wallet for ten days as a paying guest, which I doubt will please him. Still, he’d have to fork out for a hotel somewhere else, so I feel no guilt. Anyway, it’s in a good cause, and cheap at the price….” she smiled, “….at the end of it all, he WILL have some sort of guest reward….which might even be me. Needless to say it’ll be in the Superior style….” nothing more than a phallus for her pussy pleasure, “….I’m not having him hump me in the Missionary position with a paunch the size of Saturday….” she paused, “….you can be a Visitor for this evening, Davina. It’ll be back to business as usual in the morning….” SMACKK SAMCKK “….Oww….” he gasped, “….since you’ve missed your meal, help yourself to something from the Canteen. Then go and find some tools or twats to tease.”

 

“Which I duly did,” he said, “having spent a month with her on my Holiday From Hell, I knew the layout of the kitchen. So I found some food easily enough and availed myself of it. I strutted down the steps, always more difficult in stilettos, and stopped at Cell 1.”

 

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Ouch….still, with so much seat to swish, surely he could cope with all the caning? He wasn’t at home, which must mean he was in one of the playrooms? He could hear some sounds of suffering sluts, so peered into the first. Gaolbird 7356 and 12304 were shackled firmly to the floor, with a Rope Of Rack And Ruin attached to their boobs bands via a ceiling pulley. It was set slightly too short, so one or other of them was obliged to lift their body slightly. This was predicament bondage, and extremely effective over time. “Interesting,” he said, strutting inside, “so it’s the Seesaw. Did either of you get a go with gaolbird 12083….?” there were two neat nods, “….however, it’s a clear case of role reversal….” his second today, “….since normally it’s the guests’ gonads getting it good, with perpetual punishments for Staring At Skirts, and suchlike.”

 

They stared up at him, with pleading eyes. “It’s SO sodding sexy,” said Appalling, accenting the adverb as always, “but couldn’t you release the Rope a couple of inches?” He shook his head. “Nope,” he replied, “since I’d never hear the end of it….so to speak. Not now, since I’m officially a Visitor, but tomorrow my testicles would be toast….” there were more moans of obvious despair, “….to take your minds off your present problems, I’ll give you something else to think about….” he strutted to one wall, completed covered with instruments of coercion and correction, and collected a riding crop. Then he stood over Andrea Pawling’s head, “….Oops….Spying Up Skirts. It’s a shocking sin, as indeed I’ve been told often enough, so someone’s slit will suffer.” THWAPP “….UGHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH,” she gasped. “Please….err….Miss,” muttered the heiress, “some of the same for me, Miss. You know how much it needs it.”

 

He did indeed, shifting his stance. It was such fun to tease twat like this….obvious Incitement….THWAPP “….UGHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH….harder, Miss.” Always happy to help with the hits….THWAPPP “….URGHHH….” THWAPPP “….URGHHH….I’m cumming….YESS….YESS.” So not exactly a punishment. “Might it be my turn again, Miss?” asked his previous prefect peer, “and by the way, I do like your frillies….” Thwapp “….Ahhh….” she added as he cropped her cheek. “Such shocking sexism, gaolbird 12304,” he said sourly, “how would you feel if I said I liked your naughty knicks?” Were she wearing any. “I’d like it a lot,” she muttered. “Moving on….” he said, since the simile had been spectacularly unsuccessful….THWAPP “….UGHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH….YESS….YESS.” 

 

school starts striped

Chapter 244 - part (1) of (4)

 

Reformation

David Shagton was sitting comfortably with convivial company in the dining room at № 16 DAHLIA DRIVE in Letchhampton. A romantic dinner for two was about to be supplied by Dai Diamond….with Waitress service. He was wearing a pretty pink frilly unisex slave apron, with matching high-heeled shoes, and nothing else. His scrotum was safely stashed inside, which made him a Maid. After they’d finished their meal, it would be fucking fun and frolics, but not for the server. Maybe her suitably submissive spouse might manage cuckold status....watching Wifey at work? Being so sentenced was something with which most likely he’d be quite comfortable.

 

Or perhaps it would simply be to tidy the kitchen, and retire quietly with a worthless wank? Either way, they’d find out in about an hour. As for his favourite friend John Diamond, he was on a date too….at № 8 ACACIA AVENUE. In analogous circumstances, David’s parents would be providing dinner. Helen Shagton’s virtue….well, vulva would be available, with Georgie Boy in the Naked Waiter wear. It was the usual slight misnomer, but not enough to make much difference. Apart from his high heels, there’d be a pink clip-on bowtie. Their sinful Sisters were both out on the town, sourcing studs to screw.

 

The Double Diamond approached the table, holding a bottle of wine. He offered a sample to his Wife, who nodded curtly. Then he poured two glasses, and retired discretely. “Bottoms Up, Jeanie,” he said with the official St Stricktlands School toast, and holding his glass. “Bottoms Up indeed, Shagger,” she replied….CHINKK, “….care to tell me all about the deviant deeds you did recently at your Aunt’s Reformatory?” Where to start? “At least this time I wasn’t actually kidnapped….” which had happened to him the previous summer, “….and I was able to make my way down to Cornwall in a markedly more civilized manner. I’d been travelling with an heiress….” First Class, “….whom I’d met in London. She decided en route how she’d enjoy being a gaolbird.”

 

She sniggered slightly. “Just slightly economical with the actualité?” she suggested, “since I’ve sourced several snippets of your sins….” Oops, “….some from Sally, second-hand from your sinful Sister….” Oh, dear, “….and more from your Mother. We ARE favourite friends, Shagger, and do talk to each other. I gather you screwed the heiress in The Regal Rooms….” A No Tell hotel, “….together with a professional prostitute called Scary Sari?” He nodded. “Absolutely accurate, Jeanie,” he admitted, “but when we reached the Reformatory, we spent the first night together in The Doghouse. It’s proper Put-You-In-Your-Place Punishment, and a time of substantial suffering. I was wearing a new product, ensuring compliance with the Reformatory rule: mere males must be erected at all times in the presence of lovely Ladies.” So I didn’t sleep terribly well, since every time my shaft subsided slightly, I was awoken with penile pain. Fortunately, the following day started early.”

 

“Wakey-wakey, dargz,” said a Guard, with a marked West Country brogue, “sinz it’z six o’clark, with Roise Arnd Shoine….” the same as at sodding school, for all the younger years which weren’t prefects, “….ote we carm….orr nart.” Indeed, not. “Ohhh….ohhh,” they both gasped as she hauled hard on the long lengths of chain-link connected to their collars. “Don’t look up, Licia,” he urged as they emerged into the courtyard. “Oi warz tarld we’d anotherr gaolbirrd,” she said….SLAPP “….Ahh….” apparently she hadn’t listened, “….keep thoze oiz arn the florr.” She unclipped their leashes, followed by the handcuffs, “OHH,” he moaned with real relief as the Ilak’s Teeth Cage was removed.

 

His poor penis felt like a pin cushion, which wasn’t far off the truth. “It’z moi turrn to dish yourr Daily Dietz Arv Dizipline.” she continued, “so crawl acrarz to the two vacant Sparnish Darnkeyz.” They did so, noting the left of the three was already occupied, and he selected the centre specimen. “Ohh….AHH,” they each gasped, bending across them, and the semi-sharp spikes on the top surface did their worst. “Ohh,” they added as their cuffs and ankle irons were clipped onto the wooden frames. From the little he could see, it was obvious she was wearing the Reformatory regalia.”

 

“As indeed I’m wearing now, Shagger,” she said, “since it’s one of Dai’s favourites.” It was a seriously strict Mistress suit which featured a tight white militaristic top with shoulder flashes to signify authority, some seamed stockings, black boots and matching miniskirt. The Waitress reappeared with two bowls of steaming soup, and set them down. “What is it?” he asked, “It’s cock-a-leekie, Sir,” he replied, “knowing how much Ma’am likes cocks which leak.” Very droll. “Bend over….Dinah,” she ordered, picking up a So-Sorry-Sir-Ma’am-Malacca-model.

 

The wonderfully whippy Whangee weapon was knobbed nastily at irregular intervals all along its lovely length, and really packed a punch, “….which will be one whack, for such shocking Sarcasm….even if it IS totally true.” SWISHHTHWACKK “….Oww….so sorry, Ma’am,” he muttered, arose and withdrew. “I enjoy swishing studs and sluts in high heels,” she said absently. “Me too,” he agreed, “they help to balance the body further forward, for an acuter angle of attack….so much sexier. It’s one reason why porn publications with swished schoolgirls are so popular.” She smiled slightly as they both started their soup.

“Good morning, Shagger,” said the original occupant. “Noe talking, guest 65226,” snapped the Guard….CRACKK “….OWW,” he gasped. “You’re arl arn tapz with the Tarnningtone tawze,” she continued, “arccorrding to yourr Indictment Indicatorrz. So it’z six each to the tush….arnd thairn six morr arn the twart forr gaolbirrd 8209. You wouldn’t cartch me playing with puzzy in public….” she sniggered slightly, “….maybe you moight….if Oi warzn’t cairrful….” she’d once confessed to doing so on a train, “….Guest 13045 firrst.” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW,” he gasped, “thank you, MA’AM.”

 

“Then it was the two others’ turns for the taps, likewise,” he said, “including those on the twat.

 

“You carn orral stay in position arnd carntemplate yourr crimez,” said the Guard, “someone will be bark with the next bartch of guestz….sometoime orr otherr.” Ha bloody ha….CRACKK “….OWW,” he gasped “such SHARKING Vulgarrity, Guest 13045. Oi’ll cartch up with you again soon enough.” He heard her heels clicking on the stone floor, and the courtyard door closing. “Good morning, James,” he said finally, “at least the tawse must make you feel right at home.” Owing to where he lived. “Yes,” he agreed, “could you kindly introduce me to our newest gaolbird?”

 

Easily done. “On my left,” he intoned, “it’s James Stainham, normally known as Stun’em. He hails from Tanningtown….home of the tawse which has just tapped us. He must be using his St Templars roll number….?” there was a neat nod, “….on my right, it’s the lovely Lady Alicia Ariadne Anouska Helen Harborne, or AAAHH, whose schools were the Crown Commonwealth Collegiate, Princetown, then Oaks and Pines in Montreaux.”

 

“The CCCP, Shagger?” she asked sourly, supping her soup. “Sort of,” he agreed, “normally known as The Russia House. However it’s a so-called progressive school, one which doesn’t dish discipline. This was tiresome for the gaolbird, who’s a subbie, and wanted the whacks.”

 

“I’m afraid neither of you are able to shake hands, but it’s possible you might be able to do so during breakfast….” he paused, “….how long have you been here?” There was a long silence. “It’s difficult to say, Shagger,” he said at length, “you know how it is. One day of discipline leads into the next, when one’s whole life is nothing more than perpetual punishment and pain. I suppose it must be about a week, but wouldn’t want to put money on it….” there was a second silence….even longer, “….who’s the Guard, Shagger? You clearly know her very well, since she intimated as much yesterday afternoon, when we heard you were on your way here.” Rumbled. “She’s a local Lass,” she said, “by the name of Tamsin Samson. She’s another classically Celtic, blue-eyed blonde beauty. Like The Terrier Twins, TamSam hails from here.”

 

There were two separate sniggers. “Now tell us what you aren’t telling us, Shagger,” urged AAAHH, “since Stun’em seems sure you’ve screwed her.” All right. “It was this time last year,” he replied, “after her Mother had been my guest reward. It’s what we enjoy at the cessation of our sojourn, and sometimes we get a Guard….” he pursed his lips, “….although now I suppose it could perhaps be a gaolbird….?” she licked her lips, “….anyway, Rosemary Samson spunked me three times in succession. Then she let me loose in London, escorting her darling daughter, who had a conference. What she didn’t know was Sexy Sammy had fixed me up with one of Dr Madison Manley’s prescription pills. It enabled my penis to perform properly, although they leave you feeling really wretched afterwards.”

 

James Stainham nodded knowingly. “Indeed they do, Shagger,” he agreed, “he prescribed me with one of those during my dirty weekend at The Styx over the Spring holidays. It enabled me to successively screw the School Secretary, Nurse and Head of PT….” so Sue Sweet, Kristina Russia and Ava Frasch, “….although I was grateful for a phial of Chloral Hydrate following the final fuck. It knocked me out for several hours, during which my metabolism was able to recover.” A sound solution, “So we checked into The Regal Rooms as newly-weds,” he continued, “and had an hour’s bonking in a Basic Bridal Suite. They aren’t the luxury rooms which Licia and I enjoyed, but nothing more than knocking shops.” There was a slight sniff. “So I suppose I’m not the first Mrs Purvis of the DJ Locker, Fish Street, Plymouth?” she enquired sourly. “The second….” he agreed amiably, deciding to gloss over any other No Tell hotels….

 

“You can tell me, Shagger?” she said, “it’ll go no further….well, maybe it might.” But only to her favourite friend, he hoped? “One of them was at The Tell-tale Tit,” he explained, “located near Lancaster. I was able to….shall we way, up the ante after my University Interview. Annie’s also an august alumna, and was a prefect in Year LXXIII.” She pursed her lips. “I was one in Year LXVII,” she mused, “which puts her as one of The Little Red Ridinghoods at the time….so don’t remember her at all. From her nickname, I suppose she’s Anne Tee….and some sort of slut?”

 

Quite correct. “No worse than present company….no offence,” he replied, “given your previous position as Mascot for the Letchhampton Rugby Football Club….” she had the good grace to colour slightly, “….but she runs Upping The Ante evenings. Apparently they’re three times a week, twelve tools at a time….undergrads on Mondays, postgrads on Wednesdays, and Staff on Fridays.” Dai Diamond shook slightly as he collected the empties. “It almost makes me feel young and innocent again,” she said.  

 

“….and it was another nasty nine with the Tanningtown tawse for her captivating Celtic cunt, since she wasn’t able to wield the weapon. Although I suppose she’s since learned some swishing skills with the stick.” There was a shiver from Stun’em. “Yes,” he agreed in slightly strangled tones, “I can confirm she’s completely competent with the cane.” He wouldn’t enquire further, and in any case he’d doubtless discover for himself soon enough.

 

“Which I duly did,” he confirmed, “albeit a couple of days later. Anyway, we continued with convivial conversation for some considerable time. Then Samantha Terrier arrived and hauled us off into our separate cells for a time of AHH….” Appreciation Hell Hour, “….whereupon I was strung up by my scrotum in predicament bondage. After which it was back into the courtyard for breakfast, where more Daily Diets Of Discipline had just been dished to three further flogged felons on the Spanish Horses….Raymond Lee, Gerald Genial and Andrea Pawling. I’d not seen my dearest Aunt Marge dressed in the Reformatory regalia before, and had to agree she made a good Guard. We all enjoyed our porridge together, after all the introductions. It wasn’t easy eating, since we were all handcuffed. Thus it was doggy style, with our arses in the air. Then at length she returned again, holding a hosepipe.

 

“It’s Dowsing Duty, guests and gaolbirds,” she said sternly. NO….knowing it would be back to cold showers during Summer School….WHOOSHH it went all over Relay, and secondly Stun’em. “Ughhh….” they both moaned in turn, writhing as the jet was turned towards their tushes and tools, “….UGHH,” and testicles, followed by full on their faces. Then it was his turn….WHOOSH “….UGHHH….me man meat….” he moaned, “….more maceration Ma’am, since it should sort out the sodding StrictCream and P5….” SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” he added….WHOOSHH “….UGHHH….UGHHH….UGHHH.”

 

“It seemed to go on forever,” he said, “but it was all in a good cause. She did Gee-Gee and Appalling, and turned her attention towards the newest gaolbird.”

 

“From what you said to Sam yesterday evening,” she said sourly, “I suppose Gaolbird 8209 is in a similarly sordid situation, with a slit suffering from The Gel From Hell and Particularly Painful Penis Punishment Powder?” The heiress turned over and spread her legs, fetchingly. “Yes please, Ma’am,” she said, “I’d regard it as a favour, to completely cleanse my cunt….” WHOOSHH “….UGHHH….UGHHH….UGHHH….UGHHH….UGHHH….” finally it was her face, “…..ughhh….ughhh….I HATE cold showers….ughhh….ughhh.” He watched whilst Aunt Marge turned off the tap.

 

“Dowsing Duty’s done for the day,” she said, “doubtless it’ll be au revoir….” almost certainly, “….I spoke at some length to Lady Liskeard, as you asked….” the heiress’ Mother, “….and said you were in safe hands….sort of. She’ll be visiting us at some stage, to assure herself this was the case. At least, I think this was part of the reason. I had the distinct impression she might fancy following in her deviant daughter’s footsteps? What’s her disciplinary disposition?” Lady Alicia smiled. “She’s a similar subbie slut to me, Ma’am. I suppose we lean about ’levendy….err….always assuming eleven dozen to the gross is about 90%.”

 

There was a slight smile. “It’s quite close,” she agreed, “anyway, it’s time we had some work out of you all. Guest 12121 is a lucky lad….” Relay, “….since he’s on the Shocking Shopping this morning. Guests 65226 and 1798….” Stun’em and Gee-Gee, “….can peel some potatoes and prepare lunch….taking Gaolbird 12304....” Appalling, “….with them to ensure they stay erected….” she paused, and eyed up the heiress, “….what about you….who was born with a silver spoon in your mouth? Can you cook, clean….or do anything useful…?” there was a short silence, “I learned a lot at my finishing school,” she said, “….good, so you can do the brasses for a kick off. Start with the Knacker Knocker, which needs to be done daily. Then it’s all the fire irons in the lounge. I want to see them all shining….and you too, with some elbow grease….” what wit, “….someone will show you where the cleaner’s kept. As for GUEST 13045, you can go on Gardening Leave today at the allotments. There are boots and tools on site, and ours is labelled Cell House Holidays. Actually, I’m really looking forward to this evening, when I’ll wield the whip. I’ve always said the cane’s too good for you.”

 

“With which she strutted away,” he said, “and slowly we sorted ourselves out. I’d done Digging Duty at the Helmsdale-in-the-Hole Reformatory, and this was similar….simply another name….” and likewise at Bindery House, where he’d be spending the first few days of his honeymoon, “….it was grindingly hard graft, interspersed with irregular visits by one of the Guards. The result was always cuts of the crop for not working hard enough. The allotments were public property, and there were other villagers present on occasion. They ignored me most of the time, apart from when I was being punished….when they were pleased to act as an appreciative audience. However Pennance’s famous mediæval charter provides for villeins to be viewed whilst vapulated variously, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. I was allowed a lunch break of half an hour, including a trip to the public toilets on THE SQUARE.”

 

 

Then the Waitress appeared with their main course. “These aren’t nearly hot enough, Dinah,” she said sternly, as he set down all the dishes, “I’ve warned you often enough about it. Now YOU’LL have a hot bot.” He bent down again….SWISHHTHWACKK “….Oww….” SWISHHTHWACKK “….Oww….” SWISHHTHWACKK “….Oww….so sorry, Ma’am.” He arose, with a face of pure pain. “It’s ham hock,” he explained, “please help yourselves to vegetables. May I offer you more wine?” He declined, however his Hostess nodded, and her glass was refilled. Then he strutted stiffly away, with the classic canees’ gait of guilt: Look At Me, I’ve Just Been Caned.

 

PENNANCE PILLORY

As used in times past for all manner of miscreants

 Mostly macho malefactors

Be sure to test the famous echo

 

Uh..huh….some poor sod was inside. He was standing starkers, with his legs shackled to the wooden frame. He’d seen it before in past years, and always felt it were his destiny. He clanked slowly towards it, since the eighteen inch connecting chain on his ankles meant he could walk but not run. Interesting, since he recognized the raw rear. It was a somewhat sore seat, having obviously been spanked. “Hello, Digger,” he confirmed to Sir Digby Vaillance, “I honestly didn’t expect to find you here….and the crew cut suits you.”

 

His firm friend and Patron gave a wintry smile. “Your Aunt Marge suggested I give her Reformatory a go, Shagger,” he replied, “when I had a week at Hell House Holidays earlier this year.” Which was probably fair comment. “How many people have tested the echo?” he asked. “Twelve, at the last count,” he replied sourly, “six sets of smacks on the seat, and the same as stretches. Perhaps you’d care to make it a baker’s dozen?” Don’t mind if I do….as he walked round again, and took hold of his smooth steel balls band. “AYEEEEE….” he shouted as his scrotum was stretched soundly, ‘….eee….eee….eee,’ he heard as the echoes bounced backwards and forwards.

 

“Not bad at all,” he agreed, “however I haven’t yet been treated to a turn. You may very well be able to return the compliment in a few days’ time.” There was a wry smile. “I’ll live in hopes, Shagger,” he said, “but meantime, who was the beautiful bonkable Bimbo playing Cinderella with the fire irons when I arrived? Presumably she’s a previous prefect, since I don’t recall her at The Styx?” Easily addressed. “She’s gaolbird 8209, Digger,” he replied, “who travelled with me from London by train yesterday. Her name’s Lady Alicia Ariadne Anouska Helen Harborne, and answers to AAAHH, since she’s a simple subbie.” He licked his lips. “Tell me what you’re not telling me, Shagger….” he said, with what was evidently destined to be today’s running gag, “….did you fuck her first in The Regal Rooms?” Rumbled again.

 

“Yes,” he admitted, “she dealt herself in for….well, David’s distended dick. She’d seen Panty Pervert Pete’s performance at On-Stage Stooge, accompanied by Scary Sari….” he paused, “….may I take the opportunity of thanking you for picking up the corporate tab for him and Wanker Boy Will at the Club, and the hotel….and for her six hour session. It was strangulation sex and Snuff Stuff, however like you I lived to tell the tale. Licia postponed an hour of her own, which was spent with us….and me doing Dom. So she has no connection as such with St Sticks, and is a paying punter….although she’s asked to attend my wedding. Apparently though her Mother, Lady Liskeard likes the look of the Reformatory, and may be a Visitor presently. According to Aunt Marge, it’s possibly preparatory to being a gaolbird herself at a later time….” he heard the church clock starting to strike for 1pm, “….you’ll have to excuse me, since I must get back to work in the allotments.” SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped, ‘….oww….oww,’ went the echoes.

 

“I was a couple of minutes late back,” he said, between mouthfuls, “and paid the price with posterior pain. Then it was more hard graft until six o’clock, when I returned for dinner. Once again it was served out in the courtyard, with dog bowls on the ground. Afterwards it was more public punishment with our Daily Diets of Discipline, as administered by Aunt Marge. First she flogged the two gaolbirds on the Spanish Horses, followed by the other guests, and then it was my turn.”

 

She gestured with the butt of a bullwhip towards a really rough cord-covered whipping post, and he clanked across the courtyard. “Arms UP,” she ordered. “Ohh,” he moaned as she clipped his smooth steel cuffs onto it, followed by his ankle irons. “Six serious stingers,” she intoned, “singles, nice and slow, so your system can savour each sting….” thanks for nothing, “….and we’ll have no humping, or I’ll add more.” Then she uncoiled it and stood well back….SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH….” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH….” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH,” he gasped as his shoulders were struck squarely. “Now I’ll do your delightful derrière,” she said, “a neat little bottom….simply Asking for a flogging.” So another two dollars, for when it was complimented….SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH..uhhh,” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH….” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH..uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned as the rough rope teased his tool.

 

“You were warned,” she said, “so another two lashes.” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH….” SIZZZCRACKKK “….AGHHH….thank you so much, MA’AM.” He sagged against the shackles, since whippings really were debilitating. “You can stay where you are,” she said, “whilst everyone else should follow me into the playrooms….” on the second side of the cellblock. Gerald Genial had once told him how apparently they’d once been records rooms, and the evidence locker, “….where we’ll all enjoy any amount of erotic evening entertainments.”

 

“So I hung limply,” he explained, “or rather, not, since the whipping post kept my fancy fully formed. I dared not put any pressure on the penis, in case any Guards heard my moans. At the end of an hour, a new Guard appeared, together with Sir Digby and Lady Alicia.”

 

“Good evening, Guest 13045,” said someone he hadn’t seen for over a year. “Good evening Ma’am,” he replied. “This gaolbird has graciously agreed to spend a second night in The Doghouse,” she said, “together with guest 61422….” which must be his Winchester School roll number, something he’d not known, “….alas he’ll suffer for it, since now he’s needed an Ilak’s Teeth Cage to ensure erection all night.” She chained them to the kennel, and strutted away.

 

“Another of your cunt conquests, Shagger?” asked the noble knight. “She was one of the former Magnificent Seven,” he explained, “the bevy of beauties and previous prefects from Year LXXXVIII….of which The Terror Twins are also two….” he shrugged, “….and yes, I’ve screwed her on several occasions. Her name’s Katherine New, normally known as Cane You….something you may already have noticed.” There were two neat nods. “Yes, Shagger,” said the heiress, “and she hits hiney’s hard.”

 

“Sir Digby and Lady Alicia had already agreed to meet up at The Regal Rooms the following month,” he said, “as they both already knew the venue. They’d be….well, getting to know each other better, following flogging foreplay. As a point of honour he’d also accept a Sex Thrashing, as applied by Irma Ambrose. You may be aware Ambrosia’s the owner….and another august alumna of St Sticks. Half an hour later, Kay New was back again, by which time the dogs had retired for the night, when I was escorted back to my cell.”

 

“Since you enjoyed it so much last time,” she said, “I’ve decided to sleep with you….” but what was the catch? “….I’ll take the top bunk….with a suitably padded sleeping bag….” since the standard fare was straw, “….plus The Nightwatchman.” Hell….so it would be another broken night. “Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, following her inside and lying on the bottom bunk. “Ohh,” he moaned as she clipped his cuffs and ankles to the bed.

 

“I know what’s coming next, Shagger,” she said, “which wasn’t you….” very droll, “….since I have one as well. I often use it on Dai….and your philandering father. Its crocodile clips go between both balls, and penis’ primary pleasure point, and the columella nasi….” the slip of sensitive skin next to the nostrils, “….with which to monitor the metabolism.” He nodded. “The Orgasm Inhibitor was on,” he confirmed, “so it was jolted genitals for me every quarter of an hour, whilst she enjoyed a certain sparkle….” he paused, “….thus ended the First Full day. As Stun’em had stated, they rather run together in a Reformatory, since the suffering seems endless. So I’ll provide a number of highlights. We’d had our Diet Of Discipline one morning, although James Stainham was mysteriously absent. We were eating breakfast, when Gaolbird 12083 appeared….prodding a new guest.”

 

“Greetings, everyone,” she said. “Good morning,” chorused the assembled company. “The Guards were all busy,” she explained, “so I said I’d escort guest 12094 down here….and to say Hi…and Bye. I’m going to give guest 65226 his reward, after which it’ll be….well, home James….” very fucking funny, albeit wholly accurate, “….I’ll get the Guards to add one whack on everybody’s beat sheet for thinking Very Fucking Funny at me….” her apparent mind reading capabilities were still working well, “….as for guest 13045, I’ll attend his wedding….” delighted, I’m sure, “….owing to various complicated domestic reasons, I’m staying either at James’ house in Tanningtown, or at The Styx until the Autumn Term starts. So it’ll be Summer School, alternating between previous prefect and playing In The Pink. As some of you are aware, I edge eighdy to fordy, sliding towards the submissive side of the spectrum….” she stroked herself where she shouldn’t, “….screw you soon, studs.” The Teutonically tall and statuesque blonde bombshell winked once, and wiggled away.

 

“Does anyone NOT know who she is?” he asked sourly. “Me, Shagger….” said the noble knight, “….and me,” added the heiress. “She’s another of The Magnificent Seven,” he replied, “Kirstin Eis….commonly called The Ice Queen.” There were several sniggers. “She was also the self-styled Sex Slut Of St Stricktlands School for Year LXXXVIII,” put in Appalling, “and it seems she’s taken a shine to Stun’em. He claims he’s always liked the look of Leeds, which is where she’s attending University.” Not the only thing he liked the look of, either. “I’ll also introduce my firm friend James Grimm,” said Relay, “he’s another Cunt Casanova from Year LXXXVIII, and attending the University of Belfast.” So it HAD been overseas after all, as Kay New had once intimated….albeit not terribly far.