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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.

Newsletter - July 2023

 

A slightly earlier newsletter than normal, since there’s an extra Friday in June.

 

Chapter 243 has now been fully published.

 

Tomorrow will be July and hence Chapter 244 will be emailed complete to everyone on this delivery option. For Blogspot readers, the first quarter will commence next Friday.

 

For August, there is everything penultimate about Chapter 245, since it IS the next-to-last. It is one of a pair, written from Kelly Morgan’s perspective, and is timelined in the Spring of Year XC at The Styx. Shagger returns for two of several conjugal calls, one for Karen Eis and the other for her. There are also his reflections on Summer School for Year LXXXIX. Obviously, it’s adult erotic entertainment, whilst all the august alumni revisit the rattan.

 

Enjoy, and best swishes,

Dave

 

 

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Chapter 243 - part (4) of (4)

 Capital Punishments

 

He waited until he’d finished his main course. “The Guards are all gals,” he continued, “which would work well for you as a Bi Babe. Their regalia is a seriously strict Mistress suit which features a tight white militaristic top with shoulder flashes to signify authority, some seamed stockings, pointed black boots and matching miniskirt. Also, they all carry an Officer’s crop….” her eyes were glazed, this time well away on Planet Guard, “….I was phoning Sexy Sammy, who was once my frightful fagmistress. She and her twin Sister are both classically Celtic blonde beauties, with clear-blue eyes….” and captivating Celtic cunts, “….forgive me, but you don’t appear particularly Cornish.”

 

She shrugged. “Mummy’s a Saxon slut from Surrey,” she said, “so I’ve inherited the same stature….and psyche.” JameS CricK removed the empties, and the desserts appeared. “Coostard, Madam and Sir?” he asked, his Northern roots suddenly apparent. The accent made the letter U into a sort of OO, rhyming with Cook, and they each acquiesced. “How long does it last?” she asked. “Officially it’s a maximum of a month,” he replied, “the idea being to ensure the inmates are mired in mental misery. However it’s not normally more than a week.”

 

She smiled. “So, Shagger,” she said seriously, “you’re on your way there….and I’m doing nothing of importance. Could I just tag along with you….as a gaolbird.” He took a mouthful of strudel. “Cell House Holidays IS opening the facility to its regular paying guests,” he said, “but subject to space, there’s no problem. We wouldn’t be able to advise anyone until arrival, so there’s a small chance you’d end up in a hotel, and go home the following day. If you’re willing to chance it, I suggest we pop along to the guards van when we’re finished, and speak to Louisiana about an extra ticket.” Actually he was rather hoping it WOULD work out, since she was made for the place.

 

“White or black, Madam?” asked JameS CricK, holding two jugs. “Half and half please,” she replied, and her coffee was poured. “For you, Sir?” he asked. “The same,” he replied. “Do forgive the impoodence, Sir,” he continued, decanting a second cup, “but your face seems familiar. Would you by any chance have attended St Brides School in Soockby?” He shook his head. “No….” he replied, and then had another thought, “….you may be thinking of my third cousin….Harry Herbert Orwell. We’ve several similarities in stature….” and psyche, “….I rather recall he once went to St Bridles.”

 

Jiminy Cricket smiled widely. “It’ll be him, Sir,” he replied, “he were in my class, though he left to attend soom posh place….” the unmerited epithet for St Sticks, “….I never made it into the 6^th form, so I took this job on BritisH RailwayS. I hope he’s doing well?” Yes and no. “He’ll be a prefect next term,” he confirmed, “but as we speak, he’s on six days of Solo Summer School. You wouldn’t enjoy it, being four hours of fun-filled Physics daily with discipline, and Domestic Duties done in a situation of semi-sexual slavery.” The jugs both shook slightly. “Ouch,” he said, “thanks for the oopdate, Sir.”

 

He went his way. “I’d have liked it,” she remarked. “I attended last year, Licia,” he said, taking a sip, “and it wasn’t easy. Still, it DID prove beneficial, since I achieved a grade A at A-Level. For me, some sound stick has always proved a better bet than the carrot.”

 

Then he saw the Conductress approaching again….which would save them a trip. “Excuse me, Ma’am,” he said, “might my charming companion purchase an extra ticket? She needs a First Open return from LiskearD to PennancE RoaD….starting right now.” She nodded. “I’ll write her an Excess,” she replied, “and bring it whilst you’re settling up. By which time, I’ll have found the fare from the Selective Prices Manual.”

 

She left, to be replaced by FranciS CaseY holding a pen, plus notepad. “Both bills together, Sir?” he asked, writing quickly. “Yes, please,” he confirmed as it was placed onto his side plate. He picked it up when the waiter had moved to the next table, and saw it bore a total of NP22:60. Clearly, railway repast wasn’t cheap, and he handed it to her. She opened her handbag, and nonchalantly extracted a NP30 note….three dozen new-pounds. “This’ll amply cover their tip,” she said, putting it onto the plate, “I doubt they earn a massive salary.” Nice of her to notice the lower orders….although maybe it was noblesse oblige?

 

Then LouisE YarN appeared again. “Here’s your ticket, Madam,” she said, “and it’s exactly eleven new pounds.” She accepted it, and handed over a NP10 note. “I don’t need the change,” she said. “I’m sorry, Madam,” she replied, “but only the catering team are allowed to accept gratuities. Shall I put the pound on the plate?” She nodded, and the note was added to the pile. “Safe journeys,” she said, with a wide wink, “and enjoy your time together.” Most likely not….as she walked away.

 

Then they both arose. “We’d best find some seats….” she said, picking up her handbag, “….since they’ll be serving a second sitting soon….” he took his attaché case, and followed her, passing JameS CaseY who was writing another bill, “….I’ve left cash, and keep the change.” He nodded. “Thank you, Madam,” he said, as they left the restaurant car. It was two carriages further along before they found an otherwise empty compartment, and stepped inside. “Ahhh,” they both gasped again, taking the two window seats, setting down their modest luggage beside them.

 

“I enjoyed my starter swishing at your so-called Soviet School, Shagger,” she said, “having always craved the cane in class.” He shrugged. “You’ll get plenty of painful public posterior punishment,” he confirmed, “and suffer from a seriously sore seat for most of your stay.” She shivered slightly. “My slit still smarts,” she said, “how long will it take for this sodding StricktCream to wear off?” He shrugged. “Hours, I’m afraid,” he replied, “and it’s the same with the P5, as Sari said. We simply sit and suffer for our sins….” he glanced out of the window, and saw they’d stopped at WestburY, “….I hate to be a poor travelling companion, but the lunch is taking its toll. I had a very broken night….despite some catching up whilst unconscious. It’ll mean missing the best scenic sections on the route, but I shall HAVE to sleep.”

 

She smiled sweetly. “Screwing slits does take it out of you, Shagger….” possibly put it in would be more accurate? “….but I know what you mean. Sari had me in predicament bondage for much of my time yesterday evening, and I was still bound to the bed when she left. She gave the night porter instructions to release me at any time after three o’clock.” He smiled. “I was similarly shackled,” he replied, “but bonked by two seriously strict Sirens….even before Sari arrived, and made it three. In reverse circumstances it could be called gang-rape.” She sniggered. “Studs should simply lie back and enjoy it,” she said without sympathy, “and be grateful they’re getting the goods.”

 

Apparently, the running gag was still going. “Where was your hotel?” he asked instead, “I assume a No Tell one? She nodded. “It’s called The Tough Brief,” she replied, “since its location is nearby The Old Bailey. Apparently all manner of legal eagles use it for nightly nooky. I’ve seen High Court Judges in there on occasion….with naughty nubiles unlikely to be their wedded Wife.” Thus high-class Happy Hookers….as he closed his eyes.

 

Seconds later it seemed, he opened them to discover he was Spying Up Skirts. “A wonderful way to awaken,” he murmured, “I didn’t know you’d neglected naughty knickers.” She was sitting staring, whilst stroking her spread slit. “It still sodding well stings,” she grumbled, checking a watch with her free hand, “however it’s twenty five past eight….uhhh….and we should be arriving shortly.” He smiled wryly. “Best take it off, Licia,” he urged, “since you won’t need it where we’re going.”

 

 

She duly did so, and put it into a pocket. “It makes a change from being invited to take off anything else,” she said, tartly. “Your handbag and clothes will be stored safely until you’re released….whenever it might be,” he explained, “ours is an open station, so you shouldn’t need to show your ticket….” he felt the train slowing, “….it’s time to go.” They both arose, and he followed her out of the compartment. Together, they stepped out onto the platform, and he inspected the familiar sign.

 

PennancE RoaD

 

“Oo..er….yes Mesdames,” she muttered with apparent adoration as The Terror Twins strutted towards them. They were turning heads in the process, being both fully adorned in their Reformatory regalia. “Hello, David….” said Sexy Sammy, hugging him hard, “….who’s this, Shagger?” asked Pretty Patty, as she did the same, “have you been up to your old tricks again….” essentially yes, “….collecting crumpet,” she concluded. “May I introduce Lady Alicia Ariadne Anouska Helen Harborne,” he replied, “to Samantha and Patricia….the Terrier Twins….” they all shook hands, “….she’d like to be a gaolbird as paying guest, should there be space?”

 

The Terror Twins glanced at each other. “Yes, David,” said Sexy Sammy, “although we’ve presently two such, at least for a while. It’s Appalling….” Andrea Pawling, one of his prefect peers, “….and The Ice Queen ….” Kirstin Eis, which was a surprise, “….apparently several of her firm friends were in The Six Jailbirds….” dorm 6J, “….and she’d discussed the joys of incarceration with them often enough….” she paused, “….I suppose you’re a subbie slut?” She nodded. “Most certainly….Ma’am,” she muttered, “and a Bi Babe, to boot….” she stared down, “….which you’re most welcome to do.” What wonderful wit….as they continued off the platform and past the booking office.

 

Then it was into the station car park where PEN 1S was waiting. “This MUST be Ray’s,” he said wryly, “possibly the most potent purveyor of penis for Year LXXXVIII.” They nodded as it was unlocked. “You can both sit in the back,” said Sexy Sammy, taking the driver’s seat, “I’m not bothered about back-row liberties, since I suspect it’s much too late. I suppose you’ve already screwed each other?” The heiress smiled sweetly. “Yes….” she admitted as they climbed inside, “….Ahhh,” she added, sitting down, as he did the same.

 

She started the engine, and then they were away. “Have you explained how Reformatories work….any why, David?” asked Sexy Sammy, now driving at some speed. Hadn’t his philandering father warned him about fast floozies in fast cars? Alas no….although maybe he ought to have done? “Yes,” he confirmed, “and what gaolbirds get up to….in addition to their own programmes of punishment.” OMG….they were now up to 80mph. “Do you have some specific sin, Licia?” asked Pretty Patty, “which you’d like addressed? Shagger’s is normally for being a sex-pest and public pervert.”

 

 

There was a wry smile. “I can well understand,” she agreed, “having watched Peter Purvis’ performance at On-Stage Stooge yesterday evening. But in my case, it’s always been exposure and playing with pussy in public. I know it’s naughty, but can’t seem to kick the habit.” Something with which he could sympathize. “She’s good at teasing tools on trains, too,” he interjected. “What about instruments of punishment?” she probed. “I can confirm she takes the tawse to tits, tush and twat, Sammy,” he said, “and craves the cane. She also suffered some scourging….as indeed did I. It’s one reason why we’re somewhat sore.”

 

 

She squeezed his hand in confirmation. “Shagger’s quite correct,” she agreed, “but I do have a special request. Could you kindly phone Mummy at Liskeard Castle? Tell her I’m fine, and taking a few days’ break by the seaside.” There were two neat nods. “You’ll enjoy being a gaolbird,” said Pretty Patty, absently as they reached the small fishing village. “Will you want prepayment?” asked AAAHH. “No,” said Sexy Sammy, “since we won’t know the length of your stay until you leave. But I’m sure your credit’s good.”

 

PENNANCE

INCORPORATED UNDER MEDIÆVAL CHARTER

 

“You’ll find out what this means, Licia,” he said, “when doing the Shocking Shopping.” It wasn’t far to their destination, and he saw the large hanging sign as they parked outside.

 

Cell House Holidays (prop. Ms Margaret Whapshott)

 The Old Police Station, Bottom Lane, Pennance, Cornwall UK, TR69 4SM.

Tel: 0800 AKTB4U

  

“Here we are,” said Sexy Sammy unnecessarily, as they all emerged. “I’d rather not use the Knacker Knocker,” he said, “since it brings tears to the eyes. Perhaps Licia might do so….?” he waved her on ahead up the stone steps, “….it’s modelled on male meat. To operate, simply strike the scrotum with the straining shaft.” She smiled….TAT TAT. The door was opened by a bald middle-aged man wearing only a pretty pink frilly apron with the words unisex slave stencilled across it, plus a pair of pink high-heeled shoes. “Hello, Shagger,” said Gerald Genial, “I’d heard you were on your way.”

 

 

He stood aside, and they all entered. “Greetings….Geraldine,” he replied, “who’s currently a Maid, since his scrotum is stashed inside. Guests may elect to be a macho male maid, but it means their balls are beaten.” Actually they were anyway, but rather more often. “We’ll report to The Robing Room, David,” said Sexy Sammy, “which is something you didn’t do here last year.” Having been knocked out with Chloral Hydrate, kidnapped from his home, and awoken in a cell.

 

The Robing Room

 

He followed the lovely Ladies inside and saw it was similar to the one at Hell-in-her-Hole. It was almost empty, apart from some shelving and a large tripod, complete with camera One wall was covered with clothes, whereas a second was filled with photos of felons. They all seemed similar, since their heads and scrotums were shaved. Inevitably, they were flaunting their fancies in flagrant fashion. It was similar to the annual Mag Mug shots at The Styx, only much more brazen. He set down his attaché case by an otherwise empty peg and started to strip, whilst Lady Alicia did the same.

 

 

Then they stood starkers, hands held behind heads, as Pretty Patty picked up a large electric razor. “Spread your legs, GUEST 13045,” she said, “actually, your hair’s not very long. When did you last attend a Reformatory?” He smiled. “During the Easter holidays….Ma’am,” he replied, now naked, “at Helmsdale-in-the-Hole. It’s the one run by Ms Deborah Maddon, which I mentioned when you visited The Styx.” BZZZZZ it went, as she switched it on. “No more Impertinently Imparting Information….” she growled as his pubic hair became history….BZZZZZ “….kneel, and I’ll apply another compulsory crew cut.” BZZZZZ….as it all fell to the floor….BZZZZZ….ZZZZZZ.

 

 

“Now it’s your turn, Alicia,” she said, “gaolbirds have their hair tied back tightly in a bun, which we’ll worry about tomorrow, however we remove everything else. Under arms, if any….” there wasn’t, “….plus pussy.” She spread her legs without protest….BZZZZZ “….Ohh….” ZZZZZZ “….Ohh….MA’AM,” she muttered, “it’s so hideously humbling.” Which was the general idea….and they’d hardly started. “Next,” said Sexy Sammy, “we’ll apply all your smooth steel slave shackles.”

 

She affixed his collar and cuffs, followed by a waistband, and ankle irons with a short connecting chain. “Oo..er, Ma’am….” said AAAHH as something sinister was taken out of a small cardboard carton, “….I’ve never seen one of these before.” Sexy Sammy gave an evil grin. “They’re new this year,” she said, handing her the box, “read all about it. guest 13045 is size 7, as you’ve discovered the….well, hard way.” Very witty….but so had she.

 

Ilak’s teeth cage™

Enslaved Enringed Erection Enforcement

Stunningly sadistic yet surprisingly simple, this is terrible tool torment over time. A locking ring goes over the gonads at the base of the balls. The business bit is hinged in two halves with spring-shut action, akin to an iron maiden of old. Apply on any errant erection to present a pulsing penis pointing purposefully – but poking is impossible. (In most chastity cages, the dick is drooped downwards). Each steel ring is covered with semi-sharp spikes on the inside surface. Permanent penile pain is promulgated, but also serious stimulation since the shaft is strafed should it start to shrink. (The inverse of the Kali’s Teeth Bracelet.) Available in seven sizes (3 to 9 inches) and six strengths (Starter, Short, Standard, Strong, Severe, Sade). Ideal for Reformatories, which require erection to be maintained at all times in the presence of lovely Ladies, or your sex slave.

Only NP18 6s 0d each (NP16:60) or at a bargain NP100 0s 0d (NP84:00) for a set of seven. Includes full fitting instructions (illustrated). Overseas & retail enquiries welcome. Buy today from your local branch of Foibles, or from Sex Spikes Ltd. Gross House, 144 Pin Street, Great Payne, Birmingham 12. (postage NP3)

 

“Ohh….” he gasped as the locking ring was closed, “….Oh My Gonads,” he added as the cage was snapped shut. “guest 13045 has stated the standard Reformatory refrain,” she said without sympathy, “although gaolbirds may use the word Groin instead. But he should stop moaning since it’s only the Short strength….which he’ll be wearing all night. Any more nonsense, and I’ll replace it with a worse one.” He shivered, and stood silently as he was given a smooth steel balls band. “An easy 4oz,” she said evenly, “but there are also heavier hauls….weighing in at 8oz, 12oz and 1lb.”

 

 

Then she rummaged on a shelf and located some steel for the heiress. “Ahhh….yes….Ahhh,” she gasped in her turn as boobs bands were applied. They were bigger and better ballast than those for the balls, but he was already aware how much she enjoyed tits torment. “Clipped cuffs should ensure good behaviour,” she said, “but just to be safe, here’s a spiked chastity belt….” she spread her legs, “Ahhh….Oh My Groin,” she gasped as it was applied, “….which should stop any ideas of Indecent Intent about taking a tongue to twat.” Then she showed him a sheet of paper, “Hold your Indictment Indicator high,” she said, “and present your purposeful pulsing penis.”

 

guest 13045:  sex-pest and Public pervert

evenings: six lashes wielded with whip

 mornings: six taps of tanningtown tawse

Maximum term - one month

 

Aunt Marge had always maintained the cane was too mild, and he merited much more. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he stood as ordered….FLASHH. Then he turned to the left….FLASHH….and likewise the right….FLASHH. “Did you have a school roll number….?” she asked of the heiress. “Yes….Ma’am,” she replied, “it was 7356.” His former fagmistress wrote rapidly, “….we’d prepared David’s earlier, but obviously weren’t aware of your impromptu stay.” A good grandiloquism, meaning on the spur of the moment.

 

               gaolbird guest  7356    :  exposure, playing with pussy in public

             evenings: six cuts of correctional cane

                           mornings: twelve tawse taps to tush, tits and twat

Maximum term - one month

 

FLASHH….then again….FLASHH….and again….FLASHH. “It goes on your cell door,” Patricia Terrier explained, “so the Guards are aware of your agonies. All guests normally spend their first night outside, as Put-You-In-Your-Place punishment.” As he’d discovered during his more recent incarceration. “Hands held behind backs,” she ordered, clipping their cuffs. Then she strutted out of the room, and along the hall. Felon and Feloness followed, though there was no chance of easy escape. The chain on their ankles meant they could walk, but not run.

 

Then it was down a set of stone steps into the building’s basement. They padded past the long line of prison cells, with The Terror Twins’ high heels clicking all the way. At the end it was outside through a door, and he saw three so-called Spanish Donkey trestles waiting in line. “Daily Diets Of Discipline are dished here, gaolbird 7356,” said Pretty Patty, “but we’re a bit busy with Relay….” doubtless still hanging around? “….so starting tomorrow morning. Your overnight accommodation is in the corner of the courtyard.”

 

They continued across to what was clearly labelled The Doghouse. She took two long lengths of chain-link, already attached at one end to the kennel roof, and clipped the others to their collars. “Down, dogs….” said Sexy Sammy, setting some food into firmly fixed bowls on the ground, “….here’s dinner….and water. In one way it’ll be sound retribution, since it’s some serfs’ revenge. We poor peasants had it hard, whilst the nobility lived a life of luxury….” Oops, “….enjoy….and we’ll wish you a very good night….” ha bloody ha, “….with one extra whack on your beat sheet for such shocking Sarcasm, guest 13045.” As ever, her apparent mind reading abilities were working well.

 

They knelt, and watched whilst The Terror Twins strutted away. “An eye-opener, Shagger,” said AAAHH, “I’d always thought Sari was strict, but they’re something else again….” she paused, “….how are we supposed to eat?” He shrugged. “With our mouths, doggy style,” he replied, “but after breakfast it’ll be Dowsing Duty, when we’re hosed down….” she shivered, “I was never a fan of cold showers at school, Shagger,” she interjected, “….nor me,” he agreed, “so welcome to hell….although it isn’t hot.”

 

It was several minutes later before they were finished. At least the food had been good….stew of some sort. “You’re a shambles, Shagger,” she said, “but I suppose I’m no better. Will you at least lick my lips clean? It’s something they haven’t stopped us doing.” He did so, and then she repaid the compliment. “Mmmm,” she moaned, kissing him hard. “AHHH,” he gasped in renewed penile pain. “So sorry,” she said, “I’d forgotten about the spikes on your shaft.” Which he wouldn’t be doing anytime soon. “After you,” he said, gesturing inside, “I’m assuming you’re happy to sleep together? If not, I’ll stay outside.” She sniggered. “It’s a little late to be bothered about Maidenly Modesty, Shagger,” she said, “at least we can huddle together for warmth.”

 

He crawled inside after her, and saw there was a pillow and blankets at the back. “It’s only the one night, Licia,” he repeated, “unless you’ve been really out of line, in which case the Guards will graciously award you another….” she shivered, and they lay down in the cramped conditions, “….goodnight….or at least as is possible. I was expecting to be here, albeit on my own. As it is, I’ve a gorgeous gaolbird to keep me company.” She sniggered. “Flatterer,” she replied, “and a very good night to you too.” Gently, she kissed his forehead, and he closed his eyes. It would still be a long night….seven inches, and this was but the beginning.

 

To be continued……   

 

rhymin' raw rear

Chapter 243 - part (3) of (4)

 Chapter 243 – part (3) of (4)

Capital Punishments

 

This time when he awoke, he was lying on the floor. He glanced up at the clock, and was shocked to see it was 10.16am. “Now I understand why you need six hour sessions, Sari,” he said as she stood sternly, holding a French flogger in one hand and a book in the other. Oops….since it was The Theory and Practice of Advanced Face-Sitting. “Indeed,” she agreed, “although obviously there’s no refund for lost time….” hard as nails, but then pretty prostitutes probably needed to be, “….you did say something about offering anal attention?” He nodded, and she stepped over him, enabling some Staring At Seats.

“Nice arse,” he muttered….Thwapp “….UGHHH….” he moaned as the seven strands of sheer suffering strafed his shaft and scrotum, “….I’m so sorry, I can’t think where I picked up such a shockingly sexist sentiment….Thwapp “….UGHHH,” he added at a second strike. “Which was for Sarcasm….” she said, kneeling with her hiney only inches away from his face, “….hold it hard. But be a good girl and don’t try to touch twat with tongue. You should still be flattered, since I don’t normally accept any anal attention, either.” He fondled her fetching fanny, and spread both buttocks. “Uhhh….” she moaned as he nuzzled her naughtiness with his nose….THWAPP “….UGHHH….I didn’t lick it,” he assured her, as she wiggled her waist.

 

Clearly, she’d enjoyed the experience, even so. “Uhhh….Uhhh,” she moaned as he attended anus. “Does your intended enjoy this deviance, Davina….Uhhh?” she asked. “Not particularly,” he replied, “though her half-Sister does….and I apply it regularly.” He was hard-pressed not add a Sexist Smack, but it would mean meeting her martinet again. “Really….Uhhh?” she asked. “Yes,” he confirmed, “for the past year, we’ve often enjoyed a regular Bi-some threesome….and she’s to be one of my ménage….” there was a short silence, interposed with many more moans, “….she was once in a dorm at school known as The Six Arses Licked. I visited it often, so you’ll appreciate having had plenty of practice.”

 

The waist wiggled again, and it seemed she would competently cum. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned, “damn your desirably distended dick, Davina….UHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH….” THWAPP “….UGHHH,” he gasped, “….I’m cumming….YESS.” Some cunt cream shot out, and hit his cheek. Patiently, he waited until her breathing had settled down. “Again,” she ordered imperiously, as he started another labour of love. His tongue would have been dry, however he’d been able to supplement saliva with some of her own excesses. “Thank you, Davina,” she said weakly, “I need some recovery time too, so you may make a closer acquaintance with my adorable arse. What’s the longest time you’ve been face-sat?” He considered the question. “About an hour,” he replied. “Fine,” she said, “let’s try it out.” She shimmied backwards until she was astride his face. “Mmmmffff,” he moaned, as she shifted slightly so he could still breathe….just, down in the darkness under her derrière. Was this delicious degradation a pinnacle of pleasure….despite the obvious oxymoron?

 

Time dilated, his pulse was pounding and he felt almost delirious. Every few minutes, she’d either whacked his willy or smitten his scrotum. “I’ve finished the book, Davina,” her voice wafted down to him from afar, “so now it’s time to say the fond goodbye.” She shifted again, and now his nose was completely covered. “Mmmmffff….” he moaned, unable to move since she’d pinned his arms with her ankles, “…..Mmmmffff….” he could feel his face reddening, “….MMMMFFFF….MMMMFFFF.” What a way to go….as all thought ceased.

 

Eventually he awoke again, still lying on the floor. At least he’d survived, and it hadn’t been third time unlucky. Odd….since there was some sort of whirring sound from the far corner of the room. “UHHH….AHHH,” he heard as he glanced around. Finally he focused on a floozy being fucked on her front, in the Doggy Position. The noise was from one of Wodin Tiberius Thring’s patent electromechanical machines. The lovely Lady was lying on a bondage bench in the almost altogether, apart from a pair of high heels, arse in the air. Clearly, this was Lady Alicia Harborne….and it must therefore be after 11am. Another glance at the clock indicated this was the case.

 

“Welcome back again, Davina,” the Happy Hooker called out, “get yourself over here, since this slut is seeking some sucking. I know you’re not desperately fond of fellatio for the fellas, but we’ll use a strap-on dildo if you really don’t fancy your phallus used as a sex object.” Slowly, he struggled to his feet, listening to more moans, “Being what’s called a Cunt Casanova,” he said, “means always giving the lovely Lady what she wants….” and never minding their own deviant desires, “….so I’m happy to help….” he strutted across the room, and offered out his organ, “….Uhh….Uhh,” he moaned accordingly. She stared up at him with curiously vacant eyes.

 

Then it became obvious she was about to climax….almost certainly again, so he pulled back. “YESS…. AHHH….YESS….YESS….UHHH,” she shouted, “….spank the slut some more for such sin.” SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….more, Ma’am….MORE.” The Goth girl grinned….SMACKK SMACKK “….Oww….” she gasped, “….UHHH….YESS….AHHH….YESS.” Then Scary Sari took out a plastic bag from her carryall, which she slipped over her head, and tied it tight. “NO….NO….” she shouted, almost certainly with some more subaudition, “…..UHHHK….UHHHK….YESS.” She threshed wildly, and there was a sudden silence as she fainted and fell forward flat.

 

At once, the professional prostitute removed the bag, and added it to the débris in the wastepaper basket. “One must be VERY careful with suffocation, Davina,” she said, “obviously I don’t want to lose any clients the hard way.” Indeed not….as she unscrewed the phallus from the poking pole. “Which Thrings Thing was it?” he enquired, “just as a matter of interest?” She smiled. “It was The Last Gasp,” she replied, “clearly you’ve some knowledge of the product?” He nodded. “The Professor’s a firm friend of mine,” he replied, absently. “I’ve two items for your use when copulating her cute cunt at the close,” she continued, “being StrictCream, and some relatively new stuff called Particularly Painful Penis Punishment Powder. Have you heard of either….in your evident extensive experience?” He shivered slightly.

 

“The Gel from Hell,” he agreed, “plus P5….and yes, I’ve used both. I also know the makers….shall we say intimately well?” She shrugged. “I won’t ask how,” she said, “but at least you’re aware of the agonies about to befall you both. I promised you considerable crying and cumming, and do my best to deliver. I’ve assured her how you’re a known quantity, so protection in poking’s not necessary. However, as she told you over the phone, she fancies a formal flogging first. You can be her second strict Schoolmistress….” she rummaged around in her carryall, “….since I played the part for her yesterday evening. Here’s my black cape and mortarboard.” He put them on, and collected a cane.

 

“Ohh,” he heard from the bondage bench, and it appeared she was back with them. “Stand up….guilty girl….” he said, switching into the mindset of a Mistress, “….hands held on head….” she arose, and for the first time he saw she was also wearing metal boobs bands. They were in the style of heavy-duty handcuffs, and clearly hurt, “…..a warm welcome to the Soviet School….” he recalled the nickname she’d used, so this sounded suitably severe, “….specializing in suggilation for sinful sluts….which means struck until striped….” she shivered, “….we’ll commence your caning career with what’s known as a SAYM T’GO, or Start-As-You-Mean-To-Go-On beating of four strokes. It’s utterly undeserved, simply to show some Superiority. Bend over, and we’ll begin. Miss Davina will dish the derrière discipline, whilst Miss Sari demonstrates Schadenfreude.” She instantly assumed the Position, as he flexed the cane between his fingers. “Oo..er, yes, Mesdames,” she muttered.

 

Swishhhhthwackkkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkkk

“Oooh..HOOH….TWO, thank you, MA’AM,” she gasped. “It seems you’ve learned the Rhyming Responses, guilty girl,” he said sternly, “which will stand you in good stead.”

 

Swishhhhthwackkkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkkk

“Yeooww..WOWW….FOUR, thank you, MA’AM,” she gasped, “thank you for thrashing me, I know I need it.” Or was this want it? “Perhaps a couple more cuts, Miss Davina,” said the Goth girl, gratingly, “since she’s been Staring At Skirts….and Seats. These Bi Babes are all the same, thinking they can get away with it.”

 

Swishhhhthwackkkkk    Swishhhhthwackkkkk

“Yikes..YIKES….SIX, thank you, MA’AM,” she gasped, “I’m sorry for such sin.” So what next? “Perhaps some taps with the tawse too?” he mused, “what would be the best way to administer the agonies, Miss Sari?” His colleague in crime licked her lips. “Stand up, guilty girl,” she said, “Miss Davina can have you over a barrel….so to speak.” Literally, it appeared, as there was one such in a corner. It had been sawn off slightly, so stood flat on the floor. The professional prostitute pulled it forward and glanced upwards, clearly judging angles for her own reasons. “It’s called the Barrel Of Fun,” she said wryly, “although not necessarily so. We’ll have you in the Backbreaker Submission Position.” It was inversion, in incredible inferiority, although normally over a knee. She balanced backwards, her head and legs dangling down loose. “Ohh….ohh,” she gasped as her wrists and ankles were shackled wide.

 

“Please begin, Miss Davina,” she said, handing him a tawse, “give her what-for….before what-ho. She’s a pussy pain pervert, as you must have realized, which will probably cum quickly from cunnie punnie.” Clearly, she knew her client’s persuasions, and perversions….Crackk “….Ahhh….” Crackk “….Ahhh,” she gasped as he tapped her tied tits….Crackk “….UGHHH….” Crackk “….UGHHH….harder….UHHH….” always happy to help….CRACKK “….URGHHH….” CRACKK “….URGHHH….OMG I’m cumming….YESS….YESS….YESS.” He could see her chest heaving. “I’ll do it all again, Miss Sari,” he said, “although for punishment purposes, we’re clearly wasting our time.” Crackk “….Ahhh….” Crackk “….Ahhh….” CRACKK “….URGHHH….” CRACKK “….URGHHH….I’m cumming again….YESS….YESS.” Quod erat demonstrandum, or Thus It Had Been Proved.

 

“She should feel some phallus, Miss Davina,” said Scary Sari, rummaging around again inside her carryall, “and you can help….since you’ve become hard again. Kindly apply some StricktCream and P5 in the appropriate places, whilst I attach a Rope Of Rack And Ruin. This time it’ll take two pulleys. Fortunately I was able to sort out the preliminaries whilst you were both….well otherwise occupied.” She handed him two jars, and he unscrewed each of them. “Ohh….” she moaned as he smeared the slit liberally with The Gel from Hell. It would take a little time for the terrible torment to take effect. He watched whilst the Goth girl tied one end of the elasticised cord to the short length of chain between both boobs. From there it travelled upwards and across the ceiling. Then it was down again a few feet in front of the barrel. He smeared his shaft all over, and dipped it inside the second. It felt similar to coffee grounds….as apparently one of the main ingredients.

 

Finally he closed both jars and stood silently in front of the free end. He’d an inkling of what was afoot, so spread his legs, waiting for the worst. “Ohh….” he gasped as she burrowed beneath his bum and took hold of his testicles, “….ahhh,” he added as she placed a bowline around his balls, so the Rope was roughly right. “I think you have the idea,” she said, “each step towards the slit increases your scrotum’s stretching….and similar suffering for the slut.” FLASHH “….Ahhh,” he gasped taking two steps, “Ahhhhh.” Already he could feel discomfort from the cream, and from now on it would only get worse….Thwackk “….OWW….” Thwackk “….OWW.” he gasped as something suddenly strafed his shoulders. He glanced around, and saw a second scourge. This one was eleven lengths of lovely long leather, each knotted nastily at irregular intervals. He’d seen a similar specimen before, as used by the Reverend Carmen Jones.

 

The Parish Priest had once whipped him well, and he was confidently expecting some of the same from his dearest Aunt Marge at the Pennance Reformatory. “Put your back into it,” she ordered, “or I will, one way or another.” Oops….since he could also see she’d put on a strap-on dildo. “You didn’t want any anal,” she said sternly, “so don’t tempt me with your tush.” He took another tentative step forward. “AHHH,” he gasped. Now he was only inches away from the pussy prize, which was already shivering from the StricktCream. “Ahhh….Ahhh….the pain….the pain,” she moaned, although it had hardly started. “Poke her,” she ordered, “don’t delay your distended dick, Miss Davina.” He gritted his teeth, and parted her pussy….Thwackk “….OWW….AHHH,” he gasped as his penis passed her labial lips….FLASHH “….AYEEEEE.”

 

She railed against the shackles, an action which achieved nothing. “UHHH….me cunt,” she shouted, “it stings….EEEE….it scrapes.” THWACKK “….OWWW,” he gasped. “Only a further five inches forward in fucking fun,” she said, “such a shame it’s similarly suffering. Anyway, it’s time her mammaries met my martinet….and now she can suck MY shaft in submission.” She strutted around, as he concentrated on cunt….Thwapp, “….OWW….” Thwapp “….OWW,” she gasped His stretched scrotum would be worse when fully fucked, so he’d pull back after each stroke of the screw. “AYEEEEE….AHHH,” he shouted, “AYEEEEE….EEEE,” she repeated, “OMG….the pussy pain….EEEE….I’m a gone girl….YESS….YESS….YESS….MMMM….MMMM.”

 

Clearly the dildo had done the dirty deed. “Don’t stop, Miss Davina,” she said silkily, “hump her hard. The quicker you can cum, the sooner your scrotum ceases its suffering.” So much he’d sussed. “AHHH….AYEEEEE,” he gasped in pure penile pain, “me balls….AHHH....me prick….huhh….huhh….” it was no good, he was crying. One final fling for the fuck, as he held her quivering thighs, “….AHHH….AYEEEEE….AHHH….AYEEEEE….” not before time, he felt himself falling over the edge, “….YESS….YESS….YESS.” He spurted seven times into the cute cunt called Lady Alicia Ariadne Anouska Helen Harborne.

 

Then he retreated several steps backwards with real relief, even as the professional prostitute appeared beside him. “Ohh,” he moaned as she released the Rope Of Rack And Ruin. She winked once, and let the lovely Lady loose. “Ohh….ohh,” she moaned in her turn, jack-knifing up over the barrel, and rubbing her wrists. Clearly she too had been crying convincingly, since her cheeks were streaked with tears. “Here’s a tissue each,” she said, handing them over, “although as Shagger’s well aware, the cream’s insoluble. The powder inside the pussy will mean painful poking for a couple of days, until it works its way out.” Oops. “Oww….Oww,” he gasped, attempting to scrape some off his soft shaft, without much success. “Oww….Oww,” she echoed, stroking her slit similarly, before both soiled items joined the other detritus.      

 

“I’m afraid we’re done for the day, kiddies,” she said, stacking several suspect items into her carryall, “since it’s noon.” He glanced at the clock, and so it was. “Thank you for all your kind and also unkind assistance, Ma’am….” he said, handing her the boobs bra and high heels. Then he started to dress in his Smart suit, “….it’s been a wonderful session….” having almost been strangled, hanged and suffocated, “….ably assisted by Licia.” The Happy Hooker winked once. “My pleasure, both of you,” she said, “anytime you’re in London, give me a call. I do similar spouse sessions, but not very often, so this has been a type of treat. Here’s my Calling Card, Shagger….” she passed it to him, and zipped the carryall closed, “auf wieder sehen….I hope….” she strutted towards the door, “….I’ve left the key in the lock.” Which was as well, since he’d totally forgotten about it. Then he examined the Card, carefully.

 

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“Where are you off to now, Licia?” he asked, conversationally. “I’m headed home….” she replied, likewise beginning a return to respectability in a grey business suit. He’d not seen it before, having been unconscious at the time of her arrival, “….on the 12:30 from LondoN PaddingtoN….fortunately only a few minutes’ walk.” He smiled widely. “Snap,” he said, “since it’ll be my train, too. Shall we travel together?” She nodded. “It’ll give me some conversation on a long journey,” she said, “I presume you ARE travelling First Class?” What else….since second would never be the same. “Yes,” he confirmed, “do you want to spruce yourself up a bit? I must make a quick phone call, and advise my arrival time.”

 

She nodded and headed for the bathroom. He strode to the bedside cabinet, and dialled 9 for an outside line, followed by a freephone number….0800 AKTB4U. Then he heard ringing tone. “Cell House Holidays,” said a vixen’s voice he knew very well. “Hello, Sammy,” he said, “or perhaps Pats? This is Shagger, and you should be expecting me today. I’m on the 12:30 from the Smoke….whenever it arrives.” There was a short silence. “It’s Sammy, David,” said his former fagmistress, “we’ll both meet you in Ray’s car.” He pursed his lips. “I suppose there’s a terribly good reason why he can’t do so?” he asked. “Yes,” she confirmed, “he’ll be hanging around here all evening….if you take my meaning?”

 

Most likely from a wall. “I’ll look forward to later….” he said instead, as AAAHH emerged from the bathroom, “….sorry, must dash.” He replaced the receiver. “At least I look more like a lovely Lady,” she said, “rather than a screwed slut. Shall we go, as time’s short? Fortunately our train usually leaves from platform 8, which in an open one and easily reached.” Quickly, he combed his hair, and closed his attaché case. “It’s as well we both travel light,” he said, opening the door and removing the key. She stepped through, and he followed her along the corridor to the lift. Luck was with them, and it was at their floor. He pressed the call button, and they entered at once. She selected G for Ground, and they waited until the doors opened a second time. They continued to the Reception desk and he handed over the key. “Your bill’s ready, Sir,” said Cyril Weeden, “if you could kindly sign? The recent phone call was free, but there are four meals on the company account.” He picked up a pen….Peter Purvis.

 

“Thank you, Sir,” he said, “I hope you were satisfied with your stay….so to speak?” Very fucking funny. “Yes, thanks,” he replied evenly, “with four floozies, in fact….” he paused, “….William Shanks can’t have checked out yet, since his suit and overnight bag are still in Salon 306.” Seaweed nodded. “I suppose he’s still with Lady Brusch, Sir,” he said, “when I took them breakfast, he was all set for naked waiter service….drat it, since I lost a large tip. However, it was more than made up by your generosity….although your Caning For Cunt still stings slightly. I think he’s made a big hit with her….or rather the other way around, having seen his striped shoulders. Anyway, I’ll transfer his stuff up to her Flat.”

 

So another good time was had by all. “Thank you, and goodbye, Cyril,” he said, taking his pretty partner’s hand, “until next time.” Which wouldn’t be for quite a while. “The same to you, Sir,” he replied, and they continued quickly out of the hotel. Then it was along SUSPECT STREET until they finally turned into PRAED STREET, and with it the main-line terminus. It was only a seconds later when they reached PlatforM 8. As always he saw the huge advertisement hoarding for The Burdizzo Babes now in its twelfth year. “I suggest we head straight for the restaurant car, Shagger,” she said, “since they should be serving lunch. It’s often restricted to First Class on this route, which obviously isn’t a problem.” He nodded. “Yes,” he said succinctly.

 

 

It would be a new and novel experience to enjoy the experience of full dining. He’d not considered it before, on the relatively few occasions he’d used main line expresses without being stuck in steerage. He glanced up at a clock which read 12.29pm, so they’d cut it fine. Quickly they continued along the platform, and finally found the correct carriage. They boarded, even as the station staff started to blow whistles….PEEEEP. Then they were safely inside, and able to select some seats. “Ahhh,” they both gasped in unison, sitting down opposite each other at a table for two. Seconds later they were away, and accelerating out of the terminus.

 

 

Almost immediately, they passed the famous unofficial trackside mural. “far away is close at hand in images of elsewhere,” she mused, “it’s really rather prophetic and profound. Does anyone know the artist?” He shook his head. “Apparently it’s anonymous,” he replied, “although colloquially called The Master of Paddington.” For fairly obvious reasons. “Since you weren’t exactly able to introduce yourself,” she said, “perhaps you might do so now?” He rummaged inside a pocket. “My Calling Card, Mademoiselle,” he said, handing it over.

 

David Shagton

Group Special Services Compliance Advisor

Vaillance Holdings PLC

1000, Park Lane, Mayfair, London W1D 1VH

01 -  MAY 6969 (69 lines)

 

“Impressive,” she replied, “which does explain your nickname….David….” he interrupted, “Please call me Shagger,” he said, “like almost everyone else.” Apart from such notable exceptions as Samantha Fuck Me Harder Terrier, “….I simply couldn’t work out how it purported to Peter Purvis. I noted he’d registered as The DJ Locker, Fish Street, Plymouth. Presumably it’s an allusion to Davy Jones, and decidedly droll. But at least daddy will be relieved I’ve been screwed by a stud of substance….” nice to know, “….although I don’t quite understand how you’re gainfully employed, yet still about to attend University?” He shrugged. “It’s simply a sinecure,” he explained, “since the Chairman is my Patron….Sir Digby Vaillance.”

 

He wouldn’t bother with the shady side of the deal….a monthly spanking and stick session in another No Tell Hotel. “So do you….well, cum here often?” she asked wryly, using the well-worn witticism. “No,” he replied, “but if you’re talking about sordid screwing sessions in the capital, this is my second such. Alas, my four fucked floozies will be from feast to famine for the foreseeable future….my apologies, I mean lovely Ladies.” Until his guest reward….whenever it might be? “How so?” she asked, clearly unoffended. “Wine, Sir?” asked JameS CricK, proffering a menu, and he gestured towards her. She could decide, since he wouldn’t understand any of it, anyway. “A bottle of house white, please,” she said, waving it away, “if it’s all right with you?” He nodded, now knowing how to handle such a situation in future, and the waiter made a neat note.

 

“Tickets please….?” asked the Conductress as she too approached, and they handed them over, “….I’m doing diners first, since we’ve no available space for second class passengers….” as Alicia had indicated, “….interesting, Sir. A three point open First return to and from LetchhamptoN TowN, via LondoN PaddingtoN and PennancE RoaD. Such circulars are rare at the best of times.” He grinned. “They took time to issue it,” he agreed, “apparently it’s the three single legs added together and then divided in half.” LouisE YarN nodded. “Indeed so, Sir,” she agreed, “and obviously you’re presently on the centre section. We should pull into PennancE RoaD at about half past eight this evening.” With twelve hours to a day, surely the railways should have caught up with dozenal arithmetic….and a twendy hour clock? It would finally mean the removal of so many previous problems, since eighdeen hours really would be 8pm. Minutes could be trickier, but time would tell….so to speak.

 

“Might you once have been called Louisiana Ma’am?” he enquired politely as she inspected his pretty partner’s ticket. “Quite correct, Sir,” she said, returning it with a smile, “so you’re on your way back to LiskearD, Madam. It’s the first stop after PlymoutH NortH RoaD, at around half past six. Enjoy your journeys….and meals.” She handed hers over, and passed onto the next table. “Well done,” said AAAHH, “you were telling me your troubles with twat?” He shrugged. “I’m headed for a Reformatory,” he explained, “which are places where it’s possible to deal with Dominant dolts. Should the worst happen, and daddy weds you with one, simply send your spouse there for some sexual suffering. You’ll find the results are absolutely astonishing….and you’re allowed to check up personally on progress.” Then the wine waiter appeared again, uncorked the bottle and poured a taster.

 

He took a sip, and it tasted fairly foul, as always. “Fine,” he said heartily as two glasses were poured, “were you once known as Jiminy Cricket?” He nodded wryly and departed. “Well done….and Cheers….” she said, “….Bottoms Up,” he replied, “which was the official toast at my school.” She sniggered softly. “Which was where?” she asked. “St Stricktlands,” he replied. “Presumably it’s….well, strict?” she probed, “given so many subbie swishing sentiments from you and Wanker Boy Will at On-Stage Stooge?”

Now the menus were handed out to everyone by FranciS CaseY. “Efficacy, Licia,” he said wittily, “and this is my treat.” She shook her head. “Nonsense,” she replied, “I’ll pay….unless you suffer from the sin of macho male pride?” He shrugged. “No….and thank you,” he said, “I’ll be pleased to accept.” She closed hers, clearly having decided on the options, and he did the same. “St Sticks is the caning centre of the known universe,” he explained, “where the sinful scholars are swished soundly for anything and everything.” She shivered slightly. “I wish I’d attended,” she said wistfully, “unless it’s only for bad boys?”

 

He smiled. “Nope,” he agreed, “it’s always been open to guilty girls….right from when it opened, nearly ninety years ago. However there IS a new system, modestly called Shagger’s Schoolday Sojourns, which are to cater for people in your position. It’s on Arrival Afternoons, and you have an overnight stay in dorm. Then there’s lessons the following morning, and you role-play throughout as a member of the lower 6^th form. They’re called pupils In The Pink, being the year colour uniform. As I’m now an august alumnus….” Sometime Scholar, “….it wouldn’t be with me for your fearsome fagmaster, but I can suggest someone suitable. He’s the Honourable Anthony Giles Harwood Fontesque-Smythe, son of Viscount Standish….” probably the two peers would know of each other? “….but Phoney Tony’s a firm friend, and next term he’ll be a prefect. I’m afraid he IS a Dominant dolt, but radiates an olde-worlde courtesy and charm….” he’d ignore all the other epithets, “….if you’re interested, the school’s freephone number is 0800 217691.”

 

He watched whilst she wrote herself a naughty Note, and slipped it into her handbag. Then FranciS CaseY returned to take their orders. “I’ll have the prawns, ham hock and fruit salad,” she said, “and were you Efficacy at school?” He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted.  “For me, Francis,” he said, “it’s the soup and the roast chicken with all the trimmings, then apple strudel. I’m honestly not sure where my next meal will be coming from.” Actually he did….and most likely it would be in a bowl outside a kennel? “Thank you Madam, and Sir,” he said before moving to the next table. “Well done….again,” she muttered.

 

“But what about YOUR schools?” he enquired, “were you never given some stick for your sins?” She shook her head. “Not until I was fourteen….more’s the pity,” she replied, “Daddy originally sent me to a so-called progressive, which didn’t believe in posterior punishment….” an inferior educational establishment, as Iain Terrence Hayter would have put it. “Daddy did dish derrière discipline when I was young,” she said, “and took his belt to me….” he interrupted, “….so definitely a belted earl,” he said wittily, “….very good,” she agreed, “the Earl of Liskeard….” Ohh, “….alas it only gave me a taste for tanning….” she grimaced, “….and the tawse, with which you hit me earlier. Alas he stopped when he saw how much I was enjoying it. So I was sent to the Crown Commonwealth Collegiate, Princetown….” which explained its nickname, taken from CCCP….the Cyrillic version of USSR, “….advertising a century of service, for daughters of the nobility, gentry and those in peril on the seas. It’s also adjacent to the famous Dartmoor jail. For fun and frolics we gave fearful frustration for the poor prisoners. We’d amble around in the street with the Tart’s Trademark….” a rolled-up skirt, “….with which they could see and stroke at from the cells. It was best during the summer months when we were doing cross-country runs, and they were on chain gangs in the moors….similar to the ancient movie Cool Hand Luke….” as indeed was done with Ditches, or D-Days each summer Saturday at The Styx, “….although at my Mother’s insistence, after O-Levels I attended the Oaks and Pines finishing school in Montreaux. It was certainly suitably strict….” she stopped for a second, obviously revisiting the rattan again, and then her eyes cleared, “….whose motto ought to have been Conjugation, Subjugation, and Objurgation.” He grinned. “The latter being to chide or upbraid vehemently,” he said, “which I suppose simply rekindled your naughty needs?”

 

She nodded as the starters arrived, and they began to eat. “I understand you’re an heiress, Licia,” he said, “but surely can’t take the title when daddy….err….dies?” She smiled. “It’s one of the rarities which CAN pass along the distaff side,” she said, “as the first Earl only had daughters. Fortunately, King Henry VIII had some sympathy.” Having sampled some six Wives, with only limited success at a male heir. “We still don’t see eye to eye in sex,” she continued, “since daddy’s definitely a Dominant dolt, and worse still, vitriolic vanilla….” Oh, dear, “….which annoys Mummy no end. She’s never minded being a convenient cunt for coitus, since she’s a serial slut. But she similarly seeks spanking, and like me she’s a Bi Babe. However there aren’t any good Dominatrices in our rural climes, so we commute to the capital whenever the….well, urge takes us, and need a thoroughly therapeutic thrashing….” she mopped her mouth, “….did YOUR dad do discipline?” He shook his head. “Never,” he replied, when he’d finished his soup, “since he’s a serious subbie who leans ’levendy ’leven....or 143 to 1 in old money. But my Mother caned me continually, competently and comprehensively.”

 

Their empties were whisked away by JameS CricK and replaced by hot dinner plates. “So when’s the wedding?” she asked. “It’s the last Saturday in august,” he replied, “and it’ll be a Dominatrix do. I’ll be the one to love honour and obey. All the studs will be starkers, including me. I’ll be given a Wedlock to wear on my willy instead of a ring on my finger, the same as all married males. Afterwards, I’ll be led along the aisle on a leash….whilst whipped by the Bridesmaids, who’ll be dressed as Burdizzo Babes.” She shivered, as their main meal arrived. “It all sounds superb,” she said, as the vegetables were served, “….would you be bothered if I attended? I promise to sit quietly at the back, and not annoy anyone.”

 

He doubted his Missus would mind. “It’ll be outside St Eſſtrickts Parish Church at three o’clock,” he said, “which is actually located in the school’s grounds. The second and third letters are the obsolete long S. It’ll be well attended, since it’s a time of Summer School….alas only open to previous prefects….” he pursed his lips in thought, “….however the Pennance Reformatory is another matter. As I said, its principal purpose is the management of mere males, but they’re taking gaolbirds this year….spelled the old-fashioned way with a G. They’re serious subbie sluts….ones which also enjoy tool teasing.” Her eyes lit. “It sounds straight up my street, Shagger,” she said, “do tell me more.”