230 – part (1) of (4)

Exposure

Leaving his study door wide open, the prefect David Shagton padded out into the gloomy corridor. He was feeling fairly frail, and perhaps having been run over by a steamroller couldn’t be much worse? The time was 1.09pm and it was Friday, five days into A-Levels. But, he told himself, nothing lasts forever….not even examinations. There’d been none scheduled for today, so the morning had merely been a matter of continual and gruelling revision. Tomorrow though would be another matter, since he’d awarded himself a day off. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, perhaps? Seconds later, he reached his destination of study 13. It was unlucky for some, and definitely for his derrière.

 

Richard Sharp 

Mihi parendum est 

 

You Must Obey Me, read the Latin logo, and absolutely typical for such a Dominant dolt. He took a deep breath, and nerved himself to knock. “Entarrrr,” called out the villain’s voice he knew so well. He opened the door and stepped inside to see Rick The Prick standing in the centre of the study. His prefect peer was wearing a black shower robe, with possibly nothing underneath? However he was flexing a long cane between his fingers, with obvious intent.

 

“Good afternoon, Shagger,” he said, “thank you as always for allowing me to apply the agonies to your arse….” think nothing of it, “….and appearing naked and ashamed….or so you jolly well should be. As a disciplinary Dom….” hardly how he would have described him, “….having huge helpings of humbling and humiliation heaped on me hardly appeals. However as an incorrigible exhibitionist of the worst kind, I know perfectly well how you thrive on it….” rumbled, he reflected, “….thus a whole lot of my effort is wasted. Just take it as tantamount to a type of treat….” yes, SIR, “….bend over for a beating, bad boy, and we’ll begin our period of Private Study.” Accordingly, he assumed the Position, his penis pulsing.  

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“One, thank you, Sir,” he said flatly, and claiming canees’ privilege. It entitled him to say silent, apart from an affirmation of appreciation, some suitable salutation and the cut count. “Starting starkers with a straining shaft,” he said, “I can confirm you’ve already failed an erection inspection. It’ll be three more in the staccato style….after six serious stingers, simply to show you I’m a Superior Sir.” So much he’d gathered, without the whacks. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “be HARD with me, Sir….as I’m hard with you, Sir.” There was soft snigger.

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“OOO….TWO, thank you, SIR,” he gasped at an especially savage stroke. “Since you’re already sporting several stripes, Shagger,” he said, “I suppose you scored with some slut this morning?” He wouldn’t like the answer, since it was a red rag to a bull….and the main reason he was here in the first place. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, economically.

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“YEEEE….THREE, thank you, SIR,” he yelped. “Who swished you, Shagger?” he demanded. “Please, Sir,” he replied, “it was Kristina Russia, Sir.” There was a short pause. “Was it her session, Shagger?” he asked, “or simply a Sex Thrashing, Taken On Trust? Stop making me drag this out of you, bit by bit.” Oh, dear. “The second, Sir,” he explained, “but since my senior fag can now wield the weapon, she’s been complaining for ages about not being given enough opportunities to beat my bottom. But I was screwing Stevie Wonder, who’s….”

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“….YAROOO….FOUR, thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “I know, Shagger,” he said savagely, “she’s Stephanie Wander, one of the Vamps. I’d love to lay the deviant damsels in dorm 5V, but they’re all damn’ Dommes.” His usual problem….would he never learn? “There’s one way towards taking their twats, Sir….” he started to say,

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“….YEOUCH….FIVE thank you, SIR,” he gasped. “How many exams have you left to sit, Shagger?” he asked. “Two, Sir,” he replied, “it’s Applied Maths next Thursday, but my Biology Practical is first on Monday morning. Although after another Caning For Cunt, hopefully I should be able to stand it, rather than sit it.” There was a slight sniff. “Cocky Little Blighter,” he said, albeit without any obvious animosity.

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“YIKES….SIX….six of the best, thank you so much, SIR,” he gasped. “Talking of Practicals, Shagger,” he said, “would you care to comment on your Physics one from earlier this week….?” no, he wouldn’t, since this was all simply studied sadism. The prefect had stopped short, with his seat stinging….however the caning wasn’t quite concluded. It was intended to make the most of his mental misery, nerves jangling, “….I understand The Good Doctor indulged herself with a hitherto unsuspected nasty sense of humour at your expense?”

 

Quite so. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, “I can tell you all about it in detail, if you wish.” He expressed the sentiment as a statement, rather than a caneable Question. “In your own time, Shagger,” he said. This was an excellent example of subaudition, as featured in Grahame’s Guide to Grandiloquisms. It was where a word or phrase had a different meaning to the one purported. He’d never known this one be anything other than: Get On With It At Once, Or I’ll Add One Whack For Tardiness. Carefully, he marshalled his thoughts.

 

He was standing outside Room 236 in a long line of aspiring physicists, whilst waiting for the worst. With five minutes to go, Dr Fiona Allbright, BA BSc MSc PhD appeared along the corridor, and gave an especially evil grin. “Follow me, Shagger,” she said, without preamble. He duly did so, and they entered Room 237, which was otherwise unoccupied. “You’re doing a separate Paper from everyone else, Shagger,” she said, offering him a single folded sheet. Take a moment or two to study it, and then I’ll unveil your equipment.” He accepted it with extreme reluctance, as though it were his death warrant. Shaking slightly, he read it.

The task for the candidate will be to utilize the equipment supplied, envisage and then construct a means and mechanism to successfully determine the speed of light, accurate to within a margin of 1%. 

His jaw dropped as she removed a large dustsheet from a table. “NO….” he gasped in horror, since it was his worst nightmare come true. All he had available was a bucket of water, a yardstick and a long length of string….FLASHH “….Ohh,” he added as he saw her holding a camera. “Dear me,” she said, her voice shaking slightly, “SUCH a jolly jape….” really? “….but you must recall suggesting it to me several days ago in your study….?” quite correct, “….stop being sore, Shagger. After all, following this project, the actual practical will appear easy….so follow me again.” Perhaps she had a point, although he’d be hard-pressed not to sock her straight on the jaw….lovely Lady or no. Still smiling, she escorted him out of the classroom. Idly, he wondered whether his humiliation had been witnessed by anyone? From the several sniggers, he’d had an appreciative audience. Probably they’d been eavesdropping by the door….however it made no difference, since the damage was done.

 

“Thank you for sharing, Shagger,” he said, “at least you shouldn’t have anything similar with Biology. With a little luck, it’ll simply be slicing stamens….” but hopefully not scrotums? “….anyway, I’ll apply the coups de grâce.” Colloquially called the Cuts Of Grace.      

 

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“Yeowww..OWWW..WOWW….NINE….a nasty nine, thank you so much, SIR. Thank you as always for thrashing me thoroughly, Sir. I know I’m a Cocky Little Blighter, just as you say Sir, and need to be taken down.” Abruptly, his prefect peer shed his robe, and folded it neatly across a chair, Sure enough, he HAD been otherwise unclothed. “Sit with me on the settee, Shagger,” he urged, “and tell me what you meant about The Vamps?” Together, they padded across the room.

 

“Ahhh,” he gasped as he sat down, and was reminded of Rick The Prick’s rattan remedies to his rear. “It’s simple enough….Richard….” he said, using his name since they were now equals, “….apparently, you’ve seen how the system works with The six bi babes? I’ve heard all sorts of stories on The Bush Telegraph….” the girls’ grapevine, with a speed of dissemination several times that of light, “….about how you played In The Pink one morning with my dearest Domme….or maybe she might more rightfully be considered yours?”

 

He coloured slightly. “All right, Shagger,” he said, “it was last Sunday morning. As you know, I’d enjoyed a very satisfactory session with her here in my study. I was aware she’d be visiting dorm 6B, after reporting to Terrence for a beating by the beak….” really? “….who’d swished her for using the Staff car park without permission….” Ohh, “….after having my Sex Thrashing from Nurse Crusher….” so much he’d seen, “….I ambled across to the Dorm wings….alas meeting Roald Gould en route. He was highly happy to see me playing In The Pink, and we spent several minutes knackering each other’s nuts. Unfortunately, we were both caned comprehensively by Angular Angela. But the good news was she asked me to step across to her study sometime when A-Levels are over….which REALLY riled Rolled Gold. For the very first time, I began to understand how it works for you with the lovely Ladies….”

 

not before time, too, “….anyway, I eventually ended up in The Six Bi Babes, for fun and frolics. I was spanked soundly by several specimens, and offered them oral appreciation….” he WAS making progress, “….they’re all now in my Date Diary, together with The Time Twins as a Bi-some threesome. However the prize pussy is….well, Very Nice. Domme’s really rather taken with her, and suggested she try an experimental evening with me….for reasons which will become obvious. I was most grateful, since I fancy her furiously, but up until now she’s shown no interest. It was last Wednesday….if you’d like to hear all about it?” Be my guest, since it was better than being beaten.

 

The time was 8.24pm, and he was standing in his study, wearing nothing but his black shower robe. He was becoming apprehensive, since Prep should have finished at 8pm, and yet there was no sign of her. Had she changed her mind? Then there was a knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” he called out, his heart thumping. It opened, and she stepped inside….Very Nice, indeed. “I’m sorry for the delay, Sir,” she said softly, “Preparation finished slightly late, and sorting out all my books afterwards at my locker took longer than I’d expected. Then I made my mistake….of running in a corridor. Consequently I was caned for my crime by Mr Sileas Crabbe. As always, he made the point about it being Festina Lente….” More Haste Less Speed, and Silage’s speciality, “….you’re welcome to stroke my stripes, and perhaps you might wish to add a few more of your own? I’m a Latin Lass, and I noted your logo which means You Must Obey Me.”  

 

He nodded. “So strip starkers, sinful slut,” he said, “and bend over, with your legs spread wide.” He watched her strip tease as she folded each item to the floor. Clearly, impeccable tidiness had been caned into her during her time of tenure. Then she assumed the Position. “Mmmm....a very nice arse, Very Nice,” he said, wittily. “Ohh….” she moaned as he handled her hit hiney, “….SIR,” she added as he loosed his robe, and stroked his straining shaft all along her crotch and crease. “Shall we simply say three strokes, guilty girl?” he suggested, “a token tanning, to show you who’s Superior?” She nodded, as he collected his cane. “Ohh….” she repeated as he ran the rattan up and down her lovely legs, “….uhhh….UHHH,” she added as he played it provocatively along her pussy. Out of hours, there was no need to be properly professional when providing posterior punishment.

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“Oww….one, thank you, Sir,” she said, “there’s no hope of canees’ privilege at this end of the school day.” He could well understand her derrière difficulty….a stingingly sore seat.  

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“Ooh….two, thank you, Sir,” she gasped. She probably wasn’t an OO girl, but it still sounded so much like sex whenever a sinful slut spoke the sound.  

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“Yeee….three, thank you, Sir,” she yelped, “thank you for my swishing, and showing me who’s a Superior Sir.” He put down the cane, and knelt down behind her. “One lesson I’ve learned over the last year,” he said, “is how lovely Ladies enjoy pussies pleased. Would you like your labial lips licked?” She wiggled her waist. “Ooh….SIR,” she replied, “you definitely know how to get a gal going. I’d always understood you were a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am man, Sir,” she said, “but your dearest Domme assured me you were now a changed character….with what amounted to a minor Mental Makeover….” he hadn’t thought of it as such, but perhaps she had a point? “….since although you’re a Superior Sir and I’m a sweet subbie, I want more than a flogging, a Quicke Fuckie….and then out on my ear.”  

 

Which was understandable, although he’d been guilty as charged on all counts in the past. But then, Grizzle Guts as was had been the same….so maybe they WERE made for each other? “I shall complete as many cums of your cute cunt as you wish, wanton wicked wench,” he said softly, “before we proceed to poking your pussy.” She sniggered softly. “It may take some time, Sir,” she said, “although there’s no need to bother with any long licks. My twat’s totally turned on already….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” she added as he tackled it with his tongue. He’d always been an obvious oralophobe, feeling it wasn’t something macho males ought to do. But after almost a year with bonking Brenda Smith, he’d….well, cum to the conclusion the policy was misguided. She was always so much more responsive after some serious stimulation of her superb slit. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he delved deep. 

 

“Missus is a pussy pain slut,” he said after several seconds, “what about you? Do you enjoy a bit clit?” She shivered. “Not as such, Sir….UHHH,” she said in strangled tones, “but I AM a bit of a bondage babe….UHHH….start with shackles….UHHH…. and bind me to the bed…UHHH….at some stage I’d like you to take Twat Twine….UHHH….it’s good for tits too….UHHH….” probably also testicles and tools? “….you’ll find some in my jacket pocket….” just as well, since he’d never seen the stuff before, “….UHHH….it’s already the right length….UHHH….you can commence with the clit….UHHH….next the naughty nipples….UHHH….with boobs bondage as a bonus….UHHH….and then a noose around my neck….UHHH….fuck my fancy furiously whilst putting me to these pains….YESS….” a jet of cunt cream shot out of her slit, narrowly missing his eyes, “….YESS….YESS….a good one….huhh….and only the first….huhh….don’t stop, Sir….huhh.”  

   

“So we retired to the bed,” he said, “where I shackled her wrists and ironed her ankles. Then I continued with my tongue, and each time she came even more convincingly. I stopped after seven, when she was lying shivering on the bed in almost continuous ecstatic orgasm.

 

Slowly, he stood up and retreated to her pile of clothes. He rummaged around and finally found the ball of fine string she’d suggested. Had sodding Shagger had ever done this to her? 

 

“Which I haven’t, if it makes you any happier, Richard,” he said, “although Twat Twine is in Her Box Of Tricks.” However, it was something he’d enjoy….should she have a screwing slot left before the end of term? “It does, Shagger,” he confirmed.

 

He padded back to the bed, spread her slit, and went on another clit hunt. Sod….she was so slippery, but eventually he achieved his aim. “AYEEEEE,” she shrieked as he tied it tight, “me clit….me clit….” was it TOO tight? “….tighter, Sir….” he smiled, since her protestations were simply Stop It I Like It, “….AYEEEEE….AHHH….” she gasped as he pulled it hard, and then wound it around the base of both beautiful boobs, “….EEEE….HEEE,” she added as her naughty nipples suffered the same fate. “OHHH….OHHH….OHHH,” she gasped as he looped it loosely around her neck. He wasn’t clued up with so-called Snuff Stuff, although he was beginning to see how it had its attractions. 

 

“You must mention it to my Missus,” he said, “since she enjoys some slight strangulation sex.” There was a neat nod. “She’s SUCH a deviant damsel,” he agreed.   

 

Finally, he knotted the other end between both boobs….as a sort of brooch. “You know we both have Bren as a girlfriend,” he said, “she knew I was set for this session, so she lent me her strap-on double dildo? Apparently it’s something you enjoy using together?” There was a shiver. “Oo..er, yes please, SIR,” she replied, her eyes shining. He proceeded to his bedside cabinet, and opened the second drawer down. It was where he stored the sinful stuff. 

“As is always the case, Richard,” he said solemnly, “never the first or the third.”

He strapped it onto himself, feeling somewhat silly, since somehow a second set of shafts seemed superfluous. Still, it would provide anal access as the same time as a pussy poke. Then he leaned forward for the fuck. “UHHH….UHHH….” she moaned as her holes were penetrated, “….a fucked fancy and fanny….UHHH….UHHH….it sends me to another planet….UHHH….UHHH….” he humped her harder, “….slap the slut, Sir….UHHH….show me you care….UHHH….UHHH.” He leaned forwards….SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” she gasped, “….AHHH….AHHH,” she added as he proceeded to pinch both nipples. Tits torment was also on Brenda Smith’s agenda, when she switched to subbie status. Idly, he wondered whether Domme might be the same? It would be fun finding out. Then he started his wicked work again. “UHHH….YESS, I’m cumming again Sir….YESS….YESS….YESS.” 

 

“So I spent almost a quarter of an hour driving her into instant insanity, Shagger,” he said, “and it was great fun, although obviously it didn’t achieve my aim of getting the spunk out….or rather, in.” He shrugged. “It showed patience and perseverance,” he replied, “just as Tits Worth always said. My unofficial Tutress had much to say on the subject. Here are two of them: You must concentrate on the naughty needs of your lovely Lady. Only after she is fully satisfied, should you start on your perverted pleasures.”

 

He smiled. “Did you ever get to screw Alice Tetsworth at her new school….wasn’t it St Saviours, Shagger?” he asked, however he shook his head. “I didn’t make it to St Savvies,” he replied, “however I did manage to….well, make HER….” what wit, “….however it was at The Regal Rooms, which is A No Tell hotel in London, during the Spring holidays.” He seemed sour. “Bastard,” he said, “anyway, finally it was my turn.”

  

He withdrew, and un-strapped the strap-on. “Fuck me fondly, Richard,” she begged, “UHHH,” he moaned as his fancy finally found some satisfaction. “Shagger’s seven inches of circumcised sin….UHHH,” he moaned as he humped her hard, “whereas I’m only six….UHHH.” She pursed her lips. “Size isn’t everything, silly,” she said, “concentrate on the cute cunt….and kisses.” He leaned forward. “Mmmm,” she moaned, as several celestial harps suddenly sounded. He was always careful to kiss Brenda Smith, however he very rarely did so for his other occasional cunt conquests. 

 

Maybe this was another matter he’d missed? “Spunk the slit, Sir….UHHH,” she said as soon as they separated, “show me your Superiority, Sir….UHHH.” He’d be happy to help, as he humped hard. “UHHH….UHHH,” he gasped, “I’m spurting….YESS….YESS….YESS.” Seven shots of semen shifted sites, even as the room revolved. Finally, he raised his rear and his soft shaft slipped out. Slightly shakily, he released all the twine, and finally the shackles. She sat up, and rubbed her wrists.  

 

“Thank you, Richard,” she said, “now we….well, cum to your Caning for Cunt….” since he’d spunked, any such stick would hurt horribly, “….my cunt currency is a nasty nine. However, as is obvious I’m a sweet subbie in disciplinary disposition….and lean ’levendy….” eleven dozen to the gross, “….so although after the recent General Studies Caning Classes, I’ll wield the weapon when necessary….I’d prefer you to Take It On Trust….” she sniggered suddenly, “….or you can have Harry Herbert give you the hits? Although it’s not common knowledge, I understand it’s already happened once?”  

 

He shivered slightly. “Yes,” he agreed, “at sodding Saffron’s insistence. It was one of my worst nightmares come true….being beaten by my own senior fag, with an appreciative audience of the junior.” She shrugged. “According to Mitchell Mary Murphy,” she said, “she swishes Shagger all the time in similar circumstances. He says it saves him a trip to the Medical wing.” 

  

“So all my secrets are gone, Richard….” although obviously they weren’t, “….but she’s quite correct. Anyway, it also serves to keep me humble….which is always appreciated by the lovely Ladies.” His prefect peer nodded. “A week ago,” he replied, “I’d have said you were completely crackers, however Angel Angle said something similar: ‘So we’ve a prefect playing In The Pink. I like those who do so, since it suggests a degree of humility.’ Quod Erat Demonstrandum, or Thus It Has Been Proved.  

 

“Shall we shower, Richard?” she suggested, “and then some sleep….unless you were going to send me away?” He gave a grimace. “Unlike Cunt Casanovas,” he said, “I haven’t a morning date, so you’re most welcome to stay, and then go straight to fagging.” She took his hand. “It’s a deal,” she said, “we’ll have to do this again….” excellent….so he hadn’t blown it, “….maybe another time with Mrs Sharp, as a Bi-some threesome? I’ve already done so with the Shagtons, and it’s really rather fun….” he nodded as they continued to the shower room, “….but Domme did suggest I join you both at Aberdeen University in a year’s time, as a ménage-à-trois. I wasn’t at all sure, but now I’m warming to the idea.” His heart thumped.  

 

“Thank YOU for sharing, Richard,” he said, “I’m sure you’d enjoy a year with them both….and two in total with you. Now perhaps you’d care to tell me all about how Harry Herbert hit your hiney?” He shook his head. “No I wouldn’t, Shagger,” he replied. “I can always ask him to divulge the dastardly details,” he said, “or indeed enquire of Victoria.” There was a surly silence. “All right,” he said, reluctantly, “I’ll tell you.”

 

Newsletter - April 2022

Greetings everyone - Chapter 229 has now been published in full, with the fourth and final quarter last week.

Following a number of recent requests, chapters 1 to 6 have now been published on One Drive. Please contact me if you would like to be able to read these.  Further will follow in due course as time allows, since the earlier chapters do often require radical revisions and rewriting.

Next month's offering with chapter 230 is all about exposure, and Shagger's trip to dorm 5X, with The Exposers. After a number of other altercations en route, it's a session with Stinks in his study. David has always really rather relished rubber, with everything it entails. Harold Sphynx is happy to help him and his Missues learn lots more....much of it the hard way.
 

Best swishes and stay well
Dave

 

Succubus Start Part (4) of (4)

Hercules Poke 

Quoddam pulchritudinis verpa 

 

An Erect Penis Is A Thing Of Beauty read the Latin logo, although obviously this was in the eye of the beholder. He knocked on the door, and waited politely. “Entarrrr,” a villain’s voice called out. He shivered automatically, since Poke Her had the intonation exactly right, and opened the door. He padded inside to see his firm friend standing starkers with a seriously striped seat.

 

“Greetings to a similarly starkers Shagger,” said Lesley Elizabeth Leighton, “you really should have been in Cully’s dorm last year, since you’re both equally exhibitionistic….” as he’d often been told, “….however, he’s explained what’s happening. I suppose I shouldn’t be at all surprised to discover you’ve been responsible for this latest round of sightings. Rest assured the secret’s safe….until such time as Sukey’s outed. As you can clearly see, I’ve just given him some stick. It was dozen due, in respect of both our cunt currencies. This not-so innocent young Lady has kindly confirmed how it’s done with succubus stunts. Have you taken your medicine….or do you want the whacks?” He shook his head, “They’ve already been applied, Lesley,” he confirmed, “since my junior fag did the deed….” she stared at him with suspicion, “….I taught Miss Kelly how to wield the weapon, in order for her to dish the discipline during the Wanko! Whacks For Cute Cunt Classes….” she nodded, wryly, “….we shouldn’t have too long to wait, since Chloral Hydrate works very quickly. Do I assume she’s arrived, changed, and is away....?” she nodded,

 

“She’d make a VERY Happy Hooker, Shagger,” she agreed, “should she fail her O-Levels, and need an alternative career path….” his view precisely, “….you’re welcome to watch with us if you wish,” he continued, “but do stand by the door. It’s in case the stooge awakens, since we wouldn’t want him to have any memories of more people in the room….” he turned towards Tarka Susannah Boughs, “….you’re looking unearthly and ethereally unreal, as always.” She smiled slightly, and the soft silky sequined material twinkled tantalizingly. “Whilst we’re waiting, Shagger,” said Lesley Elizabeth Leighton, “there’s one more thing. Interesting enough, Rick The Prick turned up on my doorstep yesterday afternoon. It was utterly unexpected, and I’ll tell you what happened.”

 

She was sitting in her study….studying, since it was her first A-Level exam on Monday morning. There was a knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” she called out, and a naked Richard Sharp padded inside. He took two steps forward, and knelt down in the Position For Penance with his arms outstretched. As ever, it was one well-worthy of worship. She stood and stared down at him.  

 

“Whatever do you want, Richard?” she asked haughtily, hands on hips. “Please, Ma’am,” he said humbly, “I was playing In The Pink this morning….” really? She’d never known him do such a thing, “….in your old dorm, with The Six Bi Babes….” what the FUCK? “….together with my dearest Domme….” who? “….the former Grizzle Guts….” good grief, “….we’re now an item….” unbelievable, and good for him….but so what? “….I suppose I’ve sodding Shagger to thank….” an ingrate, as always, “….since without his sodding Schoolday Sojourns pointing out the errors of my ways, I wouldn’t have been put onto a path which led to a reconciliation with the love of my life. I was pleasing Very Nice’s pussy….” Verity Gneiss….but was this really Rick The Prick? “….on bed A, and remembered how it had once been yours….” as dorm captain, “….and was suddenly overcome with feelings of guilt. I got to thinking about how rough it is when there’s an unrequited attraction….” which had indeed been the situation in her case.  

 

She’d fancied him furiously, but he hadn’t been at all interested, “….it occurred to me I’d treated you really badly when we were Boys and Babes In Blue. You were one of The Bitches….” of dorm 5B, “….whilst I was one of the Wanker B♂ys….” in 5W, “….I hope it was some small consolation when I was….well, persecuted by Persecute….” Percival Coot, “….and received a straight eighteen after Lesson 4 one afternoon….” all right, it had been a little, but not a lot, “….I’d really like to make amends, so I’m offering you the opportunity to do with me whatever you wish….” honestly? “….you’re welcome to whip me or beat me, or give my gonads a good going over. Or, if you still want to do as you told him I’d said….” fuck my cute cunt as soon as possible when we’re prefects, if she recalled her fabrication correctly? “….I’m now highly happy to help.”  

 

She shivered, her emotions suddenly all over the place. “Richard,” she said, “this is so sudden. I’ll certainly take up all your kind offers….one way or another. Although I’d like to get my exams out of the way first, so could you write yourself into my Shaft Sheet….” she gestured towards the clip board hanging on the back of the study door, “….say, sometime a couple of weeks hence….?” she bent forward, held her hand under his chin, raised it up….and then put a finger across his lips, “….arise, and hug me hard. I’ve always enjoyed Clothed Female naked male fantasies, especially when it’s a Dominant dolt doing it. Somehow they seem to seethe so satisfactorily….” he did so, and his shaft strained, “….kiss me hard, and then leave me be, since I’ve work to do….Mmmm,” she moaned, as several celestial cymbals sounded.  

 

Finally, they separated….SMACKK “…Oww,” he gasped as she smacked his seat, “Begone, bad boy,” she said, “before my willpower fails completely.” Or more likely it would be her won’t power. He padded across to the clip board, picked up the pen, and made an entry several sheets down. Then he mouthed her a kiss, and silently left the room. She resumed her seat, and glanced up at the wall clock. Heavens, the kiss had lasted almost ten minutes, and she’d never noticed. Tempus Fugit, or Times Flies….but normally only when one was having fun. So she’d still never have his hand, but now at least she could have his hiney.  

 

She’d always fancied his fanny….to feel it and to flog it, and now she could fuck it for him with a derrière dildo. After all, he’d offered her every facility, just as she wished. As a special treat, she’d let him loose on her cute cunt….after he’d pleased it properly. She’d heard how he now offered Shagger’s Missus oral appreciation, so at least he’d learned something. Dammit….all this daydreaming wasn’t helping her revision. Never mind, it was something with which to look forward, an impossible dream about to be realized. Though a small thank you to sodding Shagger might be in order, too? 

 

“Herewith,” she said, giving him a quick kiss, whilst Touching Up Tushes….SMACKK “…..Oww,” he gasped. As ever, such indignities were perfectly proper. Fondling fellas’ fannies was a free felony for floozies, plus petting and patting posteriors in public. “You’re the only person from whom I’ve taken it up the arse, Lesley,” he replied, “since I’m not basically a bi boy….although as you know, I do have light leftward leanings. But you’re right about Richard no longer being quite so much of an obvious oralophobe. I daresay my dearest Domme’s made her requirements pretty plain in this respect. But thank you for sharing….and could I suggest everyone here treats this all with the utmost discretion? Rick The Prick’s made massive strides forward recently, and it would be a shame to bring it all crashing down.” There were several nods. “Do you think he’d appreciate it if I were to suggest a screw, Shagger?” asked Tarka Susanna Boughs?” He smiled. “Yes,” he replied, “since I understand his Date Diary is pretty poorly populated. Though there’s no need to mention anything about the succubus at this stage.”

 

Then there was a knock on the door. “Entarrrr,” called out Hercules Poke. It opened, and Kelly Morgan stepped inside. She was wearing the Happy Hooker hosiery, starting with a crimson-coloured miniskirt so short it was decent by only half an inch. His shaft strained slightly whilst he drank in the matching fishnet tights, jacket and boots with stiletto high heels. A studded collar, plus much mascara and lipstick completed the picture of a sexy Siren out to pull in the punters. “Good evening again, Ma’am….” she said politely, pointedly omitting any salutation for the two Cunt Casanovas, “….the baby’s asleep, and I can see Sukey’s ready to roll….” she stared at their straining shafts, “….thank you for offering me my reward….Cully.  I’m looking forward to receiving it already, at any time after next 15^th February, when Shagger and Relay have fucked me for the first time….” SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” they both gasped.

 

 

Then she patted both penises, which promptly pulsed, “….I’ll be pleased to….well, see you soon.” Or screw you, of which there wasn’t much doubt. “Two uniforms I don’t recall ever being invited to wear at such tender ages,” said Late Lezzie Lizzie, “but I suppose it was my own fault for failing to move in the right circles.” Possibly so. “Where are your brown clothes, Kelly?” he asked. “In a bag by the door, Sir,” she replied. “Then let’s go,” he said, “after the dirty deed’s duly done, I and Cully will do the wake-up calls. Which is where we streak silently along the corridor, banging on doors, and then duly disappear, whilst Lizzie will wait in Cully’s study. Kelly will accompany Sukey, since she’ll show her what to do….” he paused, “….is everyone clear….?” there were several neat nods, “….let battle commence.” He padded to the door, opened it gingerly, and peered out. It was empty, so he waved his troops forward, and they crept along the corridor.

 

Lionel Disraeli-Greys 

Nihil discere possis sine dexteritate 

 

“Would anyone care to help with the translation of the logo?” he asked, as Hercules Poke smiled slightly. “It’s Without Tact You Can Learn Nothing, Sir,” said Take A Bow, who he recalled was a Latin Lass. “It’s actually a historical allusion, Shagger,” explained Poke Her, knowledgably, “going all the way back to his near namesake of the Victorian Prime Minister, Benjamin Disraeli. It’s nice to have a modest practical benefit out of my A-Level syllabus. But it’s such a shame he doesn’t seem to have taken any notice of it….” he shrugged, “….however this evening may help.”

 

He pushed the door open as he spoke, and stood aside to let the lovely Lasses file inside first. Then they followed the floozies, and sure enough, Lying Disgrace was flat out on the floor. “Good work, Kelly,” he said, “I won’t say your reward will be in heaven, since hopefully it’ll happen much sooner. But I fear your conduct suggests D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R for any aspiring ne’er-do-wells….which definitely spells disaster….” what wit, “….debag him first of all folks, since he should be stripped for his succubus screw.”

 

Three pairs of hands fell upon him, and within seconds he was starkers. All items had been neatly folded to the floor, but obviously they’d all had impeccable tidiness completely caned into them. He picked up the pile, and transferred it to the table. “Can you kindly help me with him onto the bed….on a count of three, Cully?” he asked, putting his hands under his shoulders. His Cunt Casanova colleague lifted the legs. “One….two….HUP,” he said, and together they picked up their prefect peer. He was still well away as they lowered him gently onto the bed. “Excellent,” he said, spreading the legs, “we’ll all stand well out of the way from now on….” he pursed his lips, “….one final thing, Sukey. Could you kindly weave into your narrative something about post-mortems after exams being a bad idea?”

 

She nodded silently, as she knelt between his legs. “Uhhh….Uhhh,” he moaned as she tickled his tool, and they saw it start to stretch from the stimulation. As soon as it was straining strongly, she shifted herself so she was sitting in the Superior style. “Screw the sexy succubus, Sir,” she whispered whilst she lowered her labial lips. “Uhhh….Uhhh….UHHH,” he moaned as the primary pleasure centre of his penis passed her pussy. “No more post-mortems after exams,” she breathed. “But it’s fun, winding people up in this way,” he protested, although he was still sound asleep. “Your sexy succubus says stop it, Sir,” she whispered, “or next time she might take a burdizzo to your balls.” He shivered. “Uhhh….NO….NO….Uhhh,” he moaned, “or….Uhhh….maybe with just a….Uhhh….little light leverage….Uhhh.” So it was someone else with a castration complex? “Spunk the sexy succubus and sleep, Sir,” she whispered, “I expect a floozy could be found to fulfil your filthy fantasy….” she turned and winked once, “….since the Bush Telegraph is terribly telling.” Oops….given the girls grapevine, with its speed of dissemination several times that of light. “Spurt inside the sexy succubus, Sir,” she whispered. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned, “yes….OMG, I’m spunking my succubus….yes….YESS….YESS.”

 

She withdrew, and waited whilst his shaft softened. Then she stood slowly, and took a tissue from his bedside cabinet. She stroked herself several times, and then wiped his willy, leaving him with a wide smile. Then still holding it, she padded quietly to the door, and they filed out silently. He waved all three wanton wicked wenches away, and then he and his peer-with-penis padded along to the Level 2 landing. They turned, and looked down the corridor, and could just see the succubus standing serenely in the distance. “I’ll do odds, Cully,” he said, “you do evens up to twelve, since we both need to make our getaways before anyone emerges.” Hercules Poke gave him the thumbs up. Then they were off….THUMPP, he went on the first study door. He overtook Hercules Poke on the second….THUMPP went the third.

 

Seconds later, they streaked silently towards their respective destinations. His prefect peer vanished into his own study, and he continued to the very end of the corridor. Kelly Morgan was holding the broom cupboard door ajar, and he hurried inside. Together they saw the spectre cavorting and gesticulating in fetching fashion for a few more seconds, and then it too joined them. “Thank you so much, Sukey,” he said, “we’ve given this succubus three good goes, but sooner or later someone will twig, and then the secret’s out….except for these broom cupboards, about which kindly continue to keep quiet, for future generations’ fun….” SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he added.

 

“Here’s your Yale key, Shagger,” she said, “I’ll stay hidden until the heat dies down, before venturing back outside to Poke Her’s study….” she kissed him gently. What was it with lovely Ladies, he wondered whilst she too touched up his tush? In reverse circumstances, their Liberation Lobby would be baying for blood, “….until next time.” Kelly Morgan stared at him. “Where do we go from here, Shagger?” she asked. “Follow me,” he replied, as he retreated to the back of the cupboard. “So it’s a sodding secret staircase,” she said as soon as she saw the spiral stone steps, “four sodding years I’ve been at this sodding school, and I never knew these existed….” the same standard sentiment, “….you can go first, and then I can feel your fanny freely. Everyone else seems to be doing so of late, and I don’t see why I should be left out.”

 

He shrugged, and started up the steps. “Ohh….ohh….ohh,” he moaned as she stroked his stripes, those which she herself had placed there earlier. “Why is it fine for floozies to feel fellas’ fannies,” he opined, “whereas we’re flogged?” She sniggered softly. “I know it’s not fair,” she said, “which is why there’s the unwritten rule. However, going round these steps rather puts me in mind of Ring A Roses….where I’ve penned a few alternative lyrics. It’s something I sing under the shower at home….and in your study, when you’re well out of the way….” he hadn’t known, however this was the principal purpose of Hot Cross Bums. They were to take care of uncovered crimes.

“….Kelly has a slut slit

Shagger’s going to screw it

In Out….UHH….UHH,

Cum my cunt.”

 

With Master away, the fags they shall play. They reached Level 4, and she slipped ahead of him. Now he focussed on the fetching fanny….and fancy in front. She wiggled her waist enticingly, and took up the refrain again.

 

“Shagger has a penis

One day I will wank it

har-der….UHH…UHH

Lots of spunk.”

 

This wasn’t doing his heart rate any good. “I’m happy to have your hands on my hiney, Shagger,” she said, “and give my groin a good grope while you’re about it. I promise I won’t Shop you….although Rat’s going to be in terrible trouble tomorrow with his castration fantasy…..ohh….ohh….ohh….ohh….you really rude wretch….” so who was it who’d asked whom? “….Uhhh….Uhhh….stroke my slit….Uhhh….Uhhh….are you sure we can’t screw?” He stopped at once, before his straining shaft removed all rational thought. “It’ll still have to be next February, Kelly,” he confirmed, “but you can borrow a burdizzo for MY balls….so long as you don’t quite close the jaws.” She turned around, impishly. “It’s a deal,” she said, “I like the idea of a big boy begging for his bollocks….so here’s another verse I’ve just thought up.

 

Shagger has some knackers

I have a burdizzo

AGHH….AGHH….UHH….UHH

One last spurt.”

 

Then they reached Level 6, and the bulkhead lights duly illuminated in the broom cupboard. “I do enjoy this CFnm business,” she said, taking hold of his testicles, “it’s humbling, humiliation and tool teasing taken together….” very perceptive, “….you always know when a bad boy likes you….” true enough, “….and now you’re ready to be treated as an old-fashioned fashioned motor car horn.” She stared into his eyes, “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as his scrotum was squeezed, “BEEP BEEP,” he added as the required response. “Thank you for those insights, Kelly,” he said, after he’d been reluctantly released, “I’ve always thought you’d make a good Happy Hooker….and I’ll admit I’m completely hooked….” she smiled sweetly, “….I’ll leave you be, and you can change here. You can open the door from the inside, and as you’ve seen, it closes automatically. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself.”

 

 

She nodded. “It’s been fun,” she said, “but best of all were the foretastes of my filthy frolics to follow next February….” she mouthed him a kiss, “….goodnight, Shagger….you’ve two floozies to fuck fondly.” He bent forward….SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped as he opened the door slightly, and peered outside. All was clear, so he padded into the corridor for the short steps to his study. 

 

David Shagton 

Quis illum sceleratum fuisse putavisset  

 

He opened the door to discover both beautiful Bimbos entwined together on the bed, humping hard. “What is the meaning of this, darling….?” he demanded as he padded towards them. It was easy to fall effortlessly into the role-play scenario of the wronged spouse which they effortlessly enjoyed together, “….it only needs me to go away for an hour. Yet when I return, I find you’re fucking a fetching floozy. Have you no shame?” Shirley Greene stopped screwing. “I’m so sorry, darling,” she said as they both arose, “we became a bit bored whilst waiting for you. So we started with I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours, and one thing….well, led to another, as you can see. However the good news is both our twats are totally turned on, so you won’t need to worry yourself unduly with getting us going.”

 

He nodded. “All right, darling,” he said, “I’m suppose I’m glad you’ve both been getting to know each other better. Would you like me to wait a while, whilst watching and wanking worthlessly? However I’m happy to be considered your cuckold, and kept in fearful frustration as you continue to cavort and copulate your cute cunts.”  Shirley Greene pointed towards the bed. “Generous gestures,” she said, “however, we’d best get your Sex Thrashings done and dusted, so lie down for your derrière discipline, darling. I’ll flog you first….” she stood, and collected a cane….” you know my cunt currency well enough.” He lay down as ordered.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    

“YEEEE...EEEEE..HEEEE….THREE, thank you, MA’AM,” he yelped,

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

“YIKES..YIKES..YIKES….SIX, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “I know I needed Six For Sex, darling.” She smiled slightly, and passed the cane to the second Shirley. “I told you mine earlier,” she said, “so here we go.”

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

“OOO..HOOO….TWO, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped.    

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

“OWWW..WOWW….FOUR, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped   

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

“YAROOO..HOOO…..SIX….six of the very best, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “hell….how my hit hiney hurts.” There were two separate sniggers. “As it ought, bad boy, “she said, “you should suffer for your sins, Shagger. It’s the whole point of a Caning For Cunt.” He stared up at her. “This is my fourth flogging today, Ma’am,” he said hopelessly. “Really, Shagger,” she said, “what kind of an excuse is this? If you didn’t get so much cunt, you wouldn’t have so much caning.” Somehow it seemed he wasn’t making much headway? “But one of them was for the succubus,” he reminded her, “when I had the cane without the cunt.” She shrugged. “It’s still your own silly fault, Shagger,” she said, “after all, nobody’s forcing you to do such stunts.” Perhaps this was fair comment?

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK    SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

“YEEE..HAAA….” he gasped, with the Wild West Words, as so favoured by Rick The Prick on the occasions he’d heard him caned in class, “….EIGHT….a straight eight, thank you, MA’AM. This varlet values a vapulation for the violation of a virtuous vixen’s vulva.” The Green Goddess giggled. “He’s showing off again, Shirley,” she said, “it’s a fella’s flogging for fucking a fetching floozy’s fancy. Turn over darling, and I’ll apply a dildo head harness. Then you can cum our cunts concurrently, whilst we kiss, cuddle and cavort….” it was a similar set-up to several other Bi-some threesomes he’d enjoyed in the past, and he always thrilled to them.

 

He waited whilst she strapped it over his head, and they both mounted the bed….before mounting him, “….you can fuck him first. although it won’t make much difference….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as her pussy was penetrated by the phallus, and his head was suddenly surrounded by seat. “Mmmm….Mmmm,” he moaned, “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….seven inches of circumcised sin, Shagger,” he heard Surely Serious saying, “….UHHH….UHHH….yes….YESS….YESS….” she shouted, “give me the gun, and let’s see some spunk, Shagger….UHHH….YESS….spunk me….YESS….” he was falling over the edge, “….MMMM….MMMM….ESSS….ESSS….ohhh,” he added as her pussy was withdrawn, and then he could see light again as The Green Goddess raised her rear.

 

Then they changed places, “Mmmm….Mmmm,” he moaned as she tickled his tool. Now it was her turn, and Shirley Cirrus screwing the shaft. “UHHH….my darling,” she moaned, “….fuck my fancy….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….yes….YESS….YESS.” Once again he was almost in the delicious darkness beneath a bum. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH....YESS,” moaned Surely Serious again and again, clearly enjoying multiple orgasms. Then he could feel himself falling a second time, “….UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS….darling….” he spurted strongly into the Green Goddess, “…..UHHH….YESS….darling,” she echoed.

 

They seemed in no hurry to finish, and he strongly suspected they were simply kissing each other whilst on sexual highs. Finally, he could see light again, and the head harness was removed. “You….huhh….lovely Ladies are most welcome to share my bed,” he said, “however….huhh….my morning date will be arriving around four o’clock.” Shirley Greene nodded. “As always, darling,” she agreed, “don’t get me wrong, I HAVE been most grateful for this hard-wired slot all through the year. But there’s no problem, since Shirley and I can slip away beforehand. The Temple has a perfectly good bed….” in her study, “….where we should have time for further fun and frolics before my fags arrive.”

 

The look on Shirley Cirrus’ face was proof positive of the postulate seemingly sound. Slowly, they slipped beneath the bedcovers. “Ahhh,” he gasped as his raw rear reminded him of what a bad boy he’d been. Then The Green Goddess switched off the bedside light. In the sudden darkness, he held both bodies, one on each side. There was, he reflected, a lot to be said for Bi-some threesomes. It was only a matter of minutes later when a satisfied sleep claimed him.

 

Special Agent Dave Granger was in grave danger. He’d been sent on a secret spying mission, one which had gone horribly wrong. As a result, he’d been captured by the Queen’s Guard, and held in jail for a twenty year term without trial. Today was time for him to be sentenced….and the omens weren’t good. Whilst he waited for the monarch to arrive, he recalled her history. The dynasty dated from the Normans, when the D’Arnpours had married into the de Luges. The eight foot tall Queen Ouette had been on the throne for half a century, and was thus one of the country’s….well, longest reigning monarchs. Ha bloody ha….but surely this was all complete claptrap? Nevertheless the narrative of nonsense continued unabated. She enjoyed travelling across the Solent, and had a palace on the island. As a result, she was normally known as the Wight Queen. Total trash, his brain insisted, but it continued unabated. Similar to the Hapsburgs, the family was subject to an inherited mental genetic deficiency….delusions, known as de Lugeons. 

 

Could this get any worse, as the regal figure entered the room with her entourage? He bowed before the Birching Block, and she stared down at him. “Hand ’oo har you, pray?” she asked, for some strange reason speaking in the stilted style of PC Plod. It dropped every initial H, but added them back where they weren’t wanted. “Please, Ma’am,” he muttered, “My name is David Granger, of № 8 ACACIA AVENUE, Letchhampton.” She sniffed slightly. “Hi believe you har a spy,” she said, “hespecially one wot hengages hin Spyin’ Hup Skirts….” very witty, but guilty as charged, “….strip ’im starkers….hand horf wiv ’is ’ead.” His jaw dropped as the Guards fell upon him. Inevitably they were wearing the Reformatory regalia. 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.

 

Seconds later, he was kneeling with his neck on the Block. It made a change from having his knees on the step with his arse in the air. This was where he’d been birched….with a once a week whacking all the way through his sentence. “NO,” he shouted, “you’re not the Queen of Hearts….you’re the White Queen.” Or something similar anyway, since his mental mire was becoming worse by the second. Surely this was something written by Lewis Carroll, with several of Alice’s Adventures? “You know,” she said, suddenly speaking in ordinary English, “you’re quite correct….” she shrugged, “….a shame about all those spies I’ve had executed over the years. Still, such is life….or not. Anyway, as a result, I shall commute your sentence slightly….” which was a relief, “….Guards….stretch his scrotum. Then the Lord High Executioner can still carry out a sentence of severance.” Very fucking funny….although this was a pleasure which he’d fail in future. “Ahhh….AHHH,” he gasped whilst he watched with sick fascination as a Guard did the deed. Another locked her arm around his neck.

 

Surely they were The Terror Twins? “Never mind, David,” said his former fagmistress, “you can still please pussy. We’ll both be happy to take your tongue to our twats. Then you can be our cuckold, and watch whilst Relay screws us senseless.” He was certain someone had suggested such a sordid scenario before. Hadn’t it been in a previous dream? Yes….at Snips Balls Barbers, and by his Missus. She extracted a felt-tip pen from somewhere she shouldn’t, and drew a thick black line all across his sensitive skin. Then a hooded figure approached, holding a huge chopper. “I’ve spent all the afternoon doing my Maths exam, and cutting logs with axes,” it said wittily, in a thin metallic sing-song sounding sort of speech, which suddenly seemed horribly familiar.

 

“NO,” he shouted as the hood was removed, and he saw it was the Knackerobot of his nightmares. The fearsome of fiction and folklore was always out to get his gonads. “I’ve got them this time, darling,” it said, although the voice seemed different. He cringed quietly, and surely it was The Green Goddess gripping his gonads? His balls were on the Block, and the blade was lowered to gauge the angles. “Here comes a candle to light up the walls, here come a CHOPPER to chop off your BALLS,” she chanted, using the St Sticks’ version of the nursery rhyme Oranges and Lemons, as it was raised….THUNKK “….AYEEEEE,” he shrieked as his scrotum was separated.

 

He opened his eyes and found with real relief he was lying in bed, with the two Shirleys smiling down at him. Surely Serious was holding his metal footrule, which he’d been using earlier for graphs. Clearly, it had found an alternative use as an imitation axe. However his prefect peer was still stretching his scrotum. “One more chop for good measure, Shirley?” she suggested, “now he’s with us properly….as opposed to somewhere on the Isle of Wight.” So he’d been talking in his sleep again….THUNKK “….AYEEEEE,” he gasped, “me balls….me balls….ohh,” he added as they were released.

 

“If there was ever any doubt about your castration complex,” said Shirley Greene, “it’s been duly dispelled, darling. I’m afraid Evil Elspeth Easel was quite right all those years ago. I did tell you I’d got them this time….” so he HAD heard her, and as always it had been woven into the dream fabric. “Yes,” he agreed, “I admit it….along with around half the human race.” Including Lying Disgrace, whose filthy fantasies were about to be outed sometime today. “We’ll love you and leave you,” she said, “since it’s half past three, and time we weren’t here. Obviously we wouldn’t have woken you, however I daresay it was as well, since your dream had reached the stage of being terminal to the testicles….” ably assisted by their own efforts? “….we’ll slip away. After our tumble together, Shirley can have breakfast with me before she goes….Mmmm,” she added as she kissed him hard.

 

“Mmmm,” he echoed as Shirley Cirrus did likewise. “Screw you soon, Shagger,” she said, as she put on her Lee van Cleef cloak, “I won’t worry with dressing.” She picked up her pile of clothes, and so did The Green Goddess. “Nor me,” she said, “I’ll go as I am, since I’m afraid this exhibitionism business is catching. In the old days, it was always a punishment purgatory to be sentenced starkers. However of late, I’ve decided it’s much more erotically entertaining.” His point precisely. “Goodnight, Mesdemoiselles,” he said sleepily, “and enjoy your session.” The Green Goddess winked once. “Screw you soon, darling,” she said, “and I’ll let you have a transcript of your dream.” Then they padded out of the study, whilst holding hands, and she kicked the door closed. He switched off the bedside light again, whilst wondering whether the Knackerobot would now leave him in peace?

 

Seconds later it seemed, he felt his scrotum stretched a second time….THUNKK “….AYEEEEE….” he gasped as his eyes flew open, and found his bedclothes had gone, “….what the fuck are you doing here, Fi?” he added. “Which is my intention, Shagger….” said Dr Fiona Allbright BA BSc MSc PhD sternly, holding the metal footrule with her other hand, “….a very good morning to you from The Isle of Wight Queen….” what? “….I think you need to take a tap to the testicles for such an appallingly poor welcome. Where are your manners, anyway?” Thwapp “….URGHHH….I’m so sorry….MA’AM….” he shivered, once again with real relief how his scrotum hadn’t been severed, “….how did you know….ohh,” he added as she released her hold, and waved a sheet of paper at him.

 

“I read this entertaining piece left pinned on your study door, Shagger,” she said, “I assume The Green Goddess, since it’s signed Your Darling. It appears to be a transcript of total tosh about another time of testicle torment….SUCH a vivid imagination, and what wit….” thanks a bunch, “….she, or someone else, marked out your gonads good for the chop. There’s a line drawn across your scrotum in felt-tip pen….” to be duly drafted into his dream, “….then I saw the footrule lying on your bedside cabinet….” she sniggered softly, “….as you know, this sort of scenario’s straight up my street….” she licked her lips, “….but in answer to your original question, I’m your morning Madam. I daresay you didn’t bother to check, since I know you often don’t….arrogant bastard. It’s as well we were scheduled for your study rather than mine, or we’d have been in trouble….or rather YOU would. As this is the last time in the term I was able to source a slot for my slit, I’m making the most of it….” she paused after this diatribe, “….shall we start off with your Sex Thrashing….the one for MY cute cunt, I mean?” He rolled over onto his back, and steeled himself for the inevitable as she collected a cane. As he knew well, her currency was Six For Sex. “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he muttered.

 

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK  

“ONE, thank you, MA’AM,” he said woodenly, “I hear your latest succubus stunt worked out well….” she said, clearly well aware of the subterfuge, “….since it’s already all over the Bush Telegraph.” Not bad going, since according to the clock it was only 4.18am.

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

“OOO….TWO thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped. “It appears Lying Disgrace will need to….well, lie low for a little,” she said wittily, “and who’d have guessed he harboured such a castration complex? Still, I expect someone will be happy to help, albeit not exactly fulfil his filthy fantasies. It would serve the stupid sod right….and this before all the stuff about the succubus is considered.” Indeed. “Despite her denials, Ma’am,” he replied, “he’ll be mired in much mental misery. Did he poke The Pirate, underage as she is? Or WAS it a succubus? His body can confirm having spunked something soundly?” Anyway, his name would now go onto the list of successful stooges, and good riddance to bad rubbish. “I assume she somehow slipped some Chloral Hydrate into a drink, Shagger?” she asked. “Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted.

  

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

“YEEE….THREE thank you, MA’AM,” he yelped. “Are you ready for your Physics practical this morning?” she asked, as he made a mental wrench from fun fantasy to grim reality.

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

YEOWW….FOUR thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped. “As well as I’m ever going to be, Ma’am,” he replied, “but it’s not something for one can properly prepare.” 

SWISHHHTHWACKKKK

“YIKES….FIVE, thank you, MA’AM.” She flexed the cane between her fingers. “Whatever do you mean, Shagger?” she asked, “explain yourself in detail.” Sure enough, it was going to be the standard studied sadism. “It’s my idea of hell, Ma’am,” he explained, “when I go into the classroom, and the invigilator hands me a bucket of water, a yardstick and a long length of string. I open the examination paper and read the instructions. It’s to use the materials supplied in order to devise a method of determining the speed of light.”

 

She giggled girlishly. “What wit,” she said, “but fortunately, you’ve a fuck first. I shall screw you in the Superior style, the same as always for your philandering father….” she pursed her lips, “….who sends his best swishes for your A-Levels, since he was here yesterday evening….” with another of his secret nocturnal visits? “….he would have told you himself, but found you were fucking two floozies….which appeared to include one of our Waitresses….” oops, “….as you know, I’m a joint owner of The Stern Maiden….” indeed, “….Terrence too was terribly taken with Joan and Jillian, and I strongly suspect he might even offer them jobs. They’ve good qualifications, though not necessarily enough for teaching.” He nodded. “I daresay they could take training, Ma’am,” he mused, “but meantime, perhaps The Canteen could be made completely self-service? Since both can wield the weapon, they could patrol the line-ups. Or perhaps there’s the possibility of floggings for food in future….say Fridays, with a once-a-week whacking by wanton wicked wenches?” She shrugged. “Another year,” she agreed, “but for now, here’s the coup de grâce. I’ll make it a good one, since it’ll be my last for a while. I’ve done my level best for your Physics, Shagger. If you don’t get your grade A, I shall be VERY annoyed….” so no pressure? “….at least you won’t need to worry about sitting this exam, since it’s a practical….so you’ll be standing instead.” Very droll.

 

SWISHHHHHHTHWACKKKKKKK

“YAROOOO….SIX….it WAS a good one, MA’AM,” he gasped, “OOO….me bum. Thank you for my Sex Thrashing, Ma’am. I know I needed it so much.” The Good Doctor smiled slightly. “Turn over again, Shagger,” she said, “so my twat can take your twitching tool.” He did so. “OOH,” she moaned, ever the OO girl, “OOH….OOH….OOH….OOH….like father like son….OOH….OOH….OOH….OMG, I’m cumming….you really rude wretch….” which suddenly seemed a standard sentiment….SLAPP “….Ahhh,” once again, who was humping whom? He was nothing more than a handy hump, and hardly an active partner, “….yes….YESS….YESS.”

 

Slowly, her eyes opened again. “I shall slap you soundly for such impertinence, querying our respective roles….” clearly her apparent mind reading skills were still working well….SLAPP “….Ahhh….” SLAPP “…..Ahhh….” SLAPP “….Ahhh,” he gasped at a succession of stinging slaps, “….the same as Georgie Boy, you like it strict and stern from disciplinary Dommes….” yes, MA’AM, “….thank you for holding back, but now you can spunk me.” She stared into his eyes. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned, as he felt himself falling over the edge, “YESS….YESS….YESS,” he moaned as he spurted inside the slit called Fifi. Seven successive spurts later, she lifted herself off him, and his soft shaft slipped out. Then she collected the covers, slipping in between them herself. “I was up most of the night, Shagger,” she said, “or rather your philandering father was up me, so I could do with some more sleep.” Not a bad idea, as he took her in his arms, and oblivion called.

 

“AHHH….AHHH….AHHH….” he gasped, since it suddenly seemed to be open season on his scrotum….THUNKK “….AYEEEEE,” he shrieked as it was sort of pseudo-severed a third time. He opened his eyes to find his bedclothes had gone again, and now it was his fags who were responsible for his present plight. “Sorry, Shagger,” said Mitchell Mary Murphy, not sounding at all so, as she continued to stretch him. “I enjoy the idea of taking off a testicles,” said Kelly Morgan, still holding his footrule. He wasn’t going to talk about the Reverend Carmen Jones’ Gonads Guillotine, since this would only give them more ideas. “Such a vivid imagination, Shagger,” said Mitches, “we read the transcript of your latest dream, since it had been left on your study table….” wonderful, “….and we couldn’t resist giving your gonads a go. But don’t worry, we’ll start work at once. Since you seem to have had a heavy night, perhaps you’d like another short snooze, and Kelly will bring you breakfast in bed.”

 

 He nodded, gratefully. “Having been so rudely awakened….ohh,” he added as he was released, “I’ll graciously accept your kind offers. Presumably The Good Doctor had duly departed by the time you arrived?” There were two neat nods. “She was nowhere to be seen, Shagger,” said The Pirate, covering him up again, “and by the way, the succubus stunt was certainly successful. The Bush Telegraph is talking of nothing else this morning.” Nice to know, as he eased himself back towards slumber. Hopefully, he’d be spared Lying Disgrace’s aspirations and unwanted assistance after his Physics practical? Gratefully, he closed his eyes.   

 

To be continued……