Slothlands Academy

Dear HeadMaster,

Please consider my application to become a student of Slothlands Academy. I am an older student, however I am confident I will be able to meet the stringent demands you place on all your students. Since completing my primary education in an oppressive school almost twenty years ago, I have gone on to obtain advanced degrees in higher education but feel I need the education and lessons you are teaching. After much research, I am confident that your Academy will fill these gaps in my life.

I am very interested in your curriculum and look forward to using classes such as bondage and physical education to help me to learn how to be a better wife and mother.

Since I have no outside responsibilities, attending the school full time will not be a trouble and I will try my hardest to adhere to the rules and policy of the school.

I truly hope you accept my application.

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Originally Posted by Uncle_Ed_Master

eric is going to need a baby-sitter when cariad is in class.

The pay is one Cameron Diaz picture plus tub of wall's vanilla, you can do your own dunking.

Interested?

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As eric's mother, I just wish to establish whether you are proposing that the Cameron Diaz picture is dunked or eric is dunked. I am concerned about eric developing a taste for sweet ice cream at such an early age, particularly since I am currently refining his tastes in salty water.

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Originally Posted by chattel69

Dear HeadMaster,

Please consider my application to become a student of Slothlands Academy. I am an older student, however I am confident I will be able to meet the stringent demands you place on all your students. Since completing my primary education in an oppressive school almost twenty years ago, I have gone on to obtain advanced degrees in higher education but feel I need the education and lessons you are teaching. After much research, I am confident that your Academy will fill these gaps in my life.

I am very interested in your curriculum and look forward to using classes such as bondage and physical education to help me to learn how to be a better wife and mother.

Since I have no outside responsibilities, attending the school full time will not be a trouble and I will try my hardest to adhere to the rules and policy of the school.

I truly hope you accept my application.

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APPROVED

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Originally Posted by cariad(CC)

As eric's mother, I just wish to establish whether you are proposing that the Cameron Diaz picture is dunked or eric is dunked. I am concerned about eric developing a taste for sweet ice cream at such an early age, particularly since I am currently refining his tastes in salty water.

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I feel sure that Qmoq's tastes, peculiar as they are, would not extend to dunking haddock in vanilla ice cream. Cameron Diaz on the other hand would as equally delicious as on the first hand. The chances of either of us getting her in that position are unlikely.

Ed Master (perveted Head and Father-of-fish)

Headmaster's personal log.


Slothlands is a go! I must admit to these pages that I had some serious misgivings when I read the reports on the girls who have applied to the Academy. Some of them haven't done a scrap of work in their entire schoolastic career to date; some have been arrested for being drunk and disorderly; one had a sordid affair with that minister-you know who! Him with the squint and large holding somewhere in his trousers. There's even a police report linking one of them with the infamous "Golden syrup and The ArchBishop" fiasco!

Those girls are,of course, exactly what I expected. It's those damned little swots I hate. All "yes, Sir; No, Sir". They're no bloody good! I want to get my cane worn in before half-term! I don't want them to turn up for class in perfect uniforms! I want them to be disrespectful and arguementative-like that cariad! I've got my eye on that one! Miss "I'm a placid swan!" Ha! Furious paddling she wants-furious paddling she gets!

And that Suchaminx! "I'm a sweet angel!" with an "innocent look"! Who the hell is she kidding? I've seen the way she looks at squiffington-Up-His-Own-Arse Smythe! He doesn't notice-he's still watching old re-runs of "Blue Peter" and I suspect gets hard at the mere mention of Valerie Singleton.

Then there's jennyfer. Dark horse...black as midnight! She claims to juggle! Well, she'd better keep her hands off my balls while Fanny's around otherwise she'll be served for Sunday dinner-plucked and stuffed!

Now, I have an unknown arriving! chattel69! I do like the sound of the 69 bit. Must be a linguist of some kind... Says she likes sports. Don't we all! *note to self* check her out on vaulting horse with Stoat and Gonzales.

Right. Have an appointment with old mate JD.

Ed Master.

Hello log! (Thinks, must get this flush fixed)

Well, not much to report as yet. The buildings are still standing so I suppose that is a good start. No sign of the little dears yet, but as term hasn't commenced again-no surprise. Looks as though I'm going to have problems with seababy...no official application. Hmm-will have to give her "private interview"...long one.

Fanny has kitchen in order and is happily running around in her apron...nothing else, just an apron. I do like the big bow at the back! Shows off her cute little ass. Asked me if I wanted to dip my finger? As nothing on hob I duly obliged. Sure that doesn't meet health regulations.

Stoat is knocking something up in his workshop. From the squeals I would guess it's Marie. They play happily together for hours by the swimming pool. She can hold her breath for a long time. As she's mostly strapped into the ducking stool thats just as well-I'll never find another teacher at short notice.

Frump is muttering dire threats to anything that moves. I should not have hidden her gin. But she does get so violent after the fourth bottle! I well remember that Croation wrestler she picked up. Picked up, swung around and almost killed. He said he wasn't used to homicidal grannies...

Oh well- JD is calling.

Ok-opening day nearly upon me! Have told girls to give me report on first impressions. They're such a lazy bunch that I'll probably have to beat it out of them. Now I know why I opened this place!

I do hope that they enjoy their time here...it's supposed to prepare them for life! Probably ruin them for ever! They'll never be able to sit for very long, that's for certain. *Note to self* Contact inflatable cushion suppliers for best rates.

Fanny is still clearing out kitchen. With hindsight I suppose stripping the Academy tractor engine in there wasn't my brightest idea ever...

Oh well..

Damn! One of them has done her assignment! I'll have to keep an eye on her-may turn out to be a bigger handful than I at first thought!

Still, I could always look for spelling mistakes...



B*******, the details of the Academy said nothing of cobbles!! How I am
supposed to walk and on them in these regulation school shoes with the 6inch heels ANDDDDDDDDDD carry my case.

Guess nothing for it than to try, could see these figures by the door, but
none of them came to help, think they were laughing at me trying to walk on
tip toes (as if the heels weren't already doing that!). Got half way and had
to stop, think they could see me now so I flashed......................my
biggest smile and this guy came over, dressed in dungarees.....and took my
case from my hand,

What a gent I thought he is going to carry it for me, but no picked me up
instead, not quite sure he needed to have his hands quite so firmly attached
to my bum or his eyes so firmly attached to my chest, surprised he could see
where he was going!

My eyes were firmly fixed on my case, hope it wasn't going to be left in the
sun too long - it has my terms supply of white chocolate in it, can you
imagine melted white chocolate over everything, mmmmmmmmmmmm guess you can.
Jolt myself back from this particular dream as I am put down face to face
with another guy.......

Think he must be important, he has a big black cape on, a funny looking
square thing on his head, but guess he is the most important because of the
cane he has in his hand, wonder if he went to school to learn how to keep
tapping it in his hand like that.

I then think back to staff and guess this must be the Chief Perve,think it
is the dinner lady next to him (her apron is a bit of a clue), can't wait to
taste Fanny

whoops meant Fanny's cooking!!

then the But Not guy (his name is far too long to remember),the old lady
with the bum - whoops bun must be Matron. Guess Speedy and Sleezy
(Marie and Ted) are off being sleezy and speedy.

Doesn't look any of my fellow pupils are here yet, what a shame, guess I
will be the focus of attention................

Focus of attention indeed. My study. 5:00 pm.

Well, I arrived at Slothlands full of the highest expectations both of the education and moral standards which I had understood were strictly enforced.

Having made it over the cobbles in my heels – hmmmmph bet Ed Master has never tried that, suffered the indignity of being mauled as I was carried up stairs by that rather delicious looking caretaker, met minxy in the Dorm crying over molten white chocolate (now that is a serious kink), I decided to go exploring.

Thoughts of chocolate, not white, drove me to the kitchen. Surely that was where I would be able to partake of a little afternoon tea. No such luck!

I opened the door to find fanny Cradock dressed in what I suppose is a practical uniform for a cook, a short flared white latex dress (wipe-able) showing how swipe-able she was. Suspended by a hoist above in the middle of the room, gagged presumably to muffle her screams, she was being attended to by a man I recognised from the photos in the prospectus as Ed Master.

That man certainly knows how to wield a cane! Yikes! And all because she complained that he was an hour late bringing her her cup of tea that morning.

Anyway, when Ed Master went to the freezer for some ice cubes, I grabbed a plain chocolate digestive biscuit from the plate on the side and ran for it. I guess Ed Master was in need of a refreshing drink, he did look quite hot and bothered.

After a long flight and a two mile walk from town, I reach the gates of Slothlands Academy. I stand at the entrance for awhile taking in all the grounds and surroundings. I feel a shiver run down back as I remember why I have come all this way.

I quickly look around to see if anyone is looking but just in case duck behind a bush to change into the uniform. There was no way I was going to travel all this way in such strict clothing. After stepping for the first time onto the 6" inch heels I start to walk up the drive, this is going to take forever I thought as I stumble over the stones while trying to walk in such high heels.

The airline lost my luggage so all I have is my carry on which only has my PDA, phone, and wallet. I wonder what I am going to do, it will be an awfully long walk to get any details about my luggage. I am sure the head master will help me when and if I can make it to the door.

Sweating and panting I finally make it to the door only to see a very dark looking man with a crop in hand, I realize I might have gotten in over my head but it is too late to turn back now...I do a little curtesy as I am scooped up and placed in front of the dark looking man.

He barks out my room assignment and tells me of the first assembly for students. My whole body shivers as I try to ask about my luggage before being intrupted and told only to speak when spoken too. I slowly turn and run as much as I can on the heels towards my room. As I turn a corner, I decide it will be easier to take the shoes off just to get to my room, it won't hurt anything, or anyone.

I finally make it to my room and fall on the bed just happy to be able to relax for a moment, the jet-lag from the trip takes over and I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Slothlands Academy, June 4th

Dear Daddy,

Come and get me!! I don't want to stay here!!
Clearly when I spoke to you on the phone earlier you didn't fully understand the situation I was in, or I'm certain you wouldn't have said 'tough, it's about time someone took you in hand.' I was going to call you back but I noticed that creepy Stoat guy hanging around and I didn't want to get my mobile confiscated. Honestly Daddy this place is so weird! When you said you were sending me somewhere that would get rid of my bratty behaviour, I was certain you were joking—I’m adorable when I’m bratty!
I feel totally isolated here. I can only communicate by writing letter for one thing! I hid my mobile under the mattress on my bed so at least I can text after lights-out. And we’re in the middle of nowhere! It’s two miles from the nearest town! Two miles from the nearest Top Shop, the nearest McDonalds…. And where will I get my nails done? Please Daddy, don’t subject me to this cruelty! It’s inhuman! And, to add insult to injury we have to walk down to the town. I don’t walk at the best of times, but now we’re in heels! Mind you, I had to laugh earlier. I noticed the cobbles leading into the building and how much the other girls were struggling over them in their heels. See Daddy, I told you wearing stilettos all the time would pay off in the end. Now aren’t you glad I bought all those shoes on your credit card? The practice has made me easily best in the class. Not that it matters because I am NOT staying here.
The Headmaster is a right pervy old git, and on the first day I was here I saw two members of staff shagging on the games field. Is this really the kind of thing you want to expose your sweet innocent adorable little girl to? I don’t think so.
I miss you so much Daddy, and I miss my lovely pink room with all my nice clothes. This uniform is so stuffy and worse still, I have to share a room. Ick. So far I’ve met Sucha and Cariad (all the girls here have weird names) who seem nice enough and apparently there’s already two other girls in our dorm. But I don’t even have an en-suite!
The Head’s office seems worryingly decorated with various instruments of punishment, and no way in hell is he coming near my ass with any of them. Besides I still have your belt marks on me, and I’m doing everything I can to hide them from the other girls- not easy when we’re not allowed to shower alone!
Anyway Daddy, just come and get me. I’ll be a good girl again, I promise.
Please Daddy…..

Your little jennyfer

It is the first day at Slothlands and Ed is up early. Fanny is pleased and they have a good time until it is time to get out of bed and start the day.

Ed presses the bell to wake up the girls. He has invested in a system of such awesome power that the UN Weapons Inspectors nearly confiscated it.

There is a tremendous noise followed by the sounds of indignant young ladies picking themselves out of the rose bushes in the garden. Good job Ed has bolted all the windows open otherwise there could have been serious damage incurred to the building.

Ed and Fanny make their way down to the dining room and Fanny goes to make the breakfast. Ed goes into the dining room and sees Suchaminx, brushed and scrubbed, sitting waiting.

"Good morning young lady. You're up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed"

Ed stares intently at the aforementioned tail that is revealed as Suchaminx stands, her school uniform skirt swirling in the draught from the open window.

Ed notices that she is not wearing school regulation underwear and questions the flustered Suchaminx.

"So, the first day here and you have already broken a rule! Exactly what were you thinking when you dressed this morning?"

The other girls enter the dining room and watch to see what is going to happen. Suchaminx clasps her hands together behind her back and shuffles from one foot to another, uncertain of what to say.

"I...er, I forgot sir! I'm not used to the rules and I put these on Sir!"

Suchaminx turns round and flips up her skirt, showing the tiny thong she has put on earlier. Her bottom is suntanned showing her habit of sunbathing wearing next to nothing. The other girls giggle.

Ed is speechless, primarily with joy.

"How dare you!" He thunders striding towards the girl. "I will not tolerate this..this brazen behaviour!"

Ed swings out one of the straight-back dining chairs and sits down. Reaching out, he takes Suchaminx by the arm and pulls her squealing across his lap. She looks up at him, a flush starting on her cheeks. The other girls are frozen, staring at the scene evolving in front of them.

Ed pushes Suchaminx' skirt out of the way and holds her hands firmly in his; in the small of her back. Suchaminx is dismayed at his firm grip and realises that she is unable to break free. The tiny white thong is only just about hiding her from the intent gaze of her fellow-students and she tenses her arse cheeks in anticipation.

Ed is entranced by the sight before him. He rubs the firm bottom and tells Suchaminx; "You will learn that school rules are -here -to- be- obeyed!"
The last four words punctuated by the sound of his hand across her bum. Suchaminx is shocked at the sudden stinging slaps and hisses through her teeth. Ed's handprint blazes on her skin.

The first girl to read this should continue this "breakfast episode".

Victory Speech

:yahoo::yahoo:

Fighting back tears (of joy), I would just like to say what an honour it has been to receive the very first public Slothlands Spanking

I would like to thank Marks and Spencer for providing the incriminating evidence and 'minx' for whispering 'go on I dare you'

I know that it was a only a taste of what is to come and I hope that soon it will be me:)

From the desk of
Mr. Arbuthnot Squiffington-Smythe (with an ‘e’)
Teacher (With A Tawse)
Bachelor Of Naughtiness and Doctorate in Advanced General Excellence


Date as weltmark on messenger.


Dear Headmaster,

I have been giving some thought to the annual staff-student drama production for this year, and thought that you would be interested in progress so far.

I know that you were keen that, once again, we perform The Taming of The Shrew, and whilst I cannot deny that this has afforded considerable pleasure in years past (sometimes also to the audience), I do feel that after 8 years in a row, it is time to give this production a rest and seek a new challenge.

I have been considering other Shakespearian options, and in the light of my ground-breaking textual revisions, I conclude that there is certainly potential for a unique Slothlands interpretation of the great tragedies: Hamlet (‘To beat or not to beat?’), Macbeth (‘Is this a flogger that I see before me?’), Othello (with Des-the-moaner), Julius – Seize Her!, Romie ‘Oh!’d As July Ate and of course King Leer. We could even explore some of the lesser-known works, such as Tight As Andronicus and Tie’Em On of Athens. I regret that I have been unable to do anything with Coriolanus.

The comedies, too, are not devoid of promise. We could do The Extremely Satisfied Wives of Windsor, My Twelfth Tonight, All’s Well That Heals Well, Much Ado About Everyone, The Merchant of Venice (‘Give me justice and my bondage!’), The Two Gentlemen and Veronica, The Punishment of Errors, As I Like It, and that charming comedy about two teenage boys comparing manhoods, Measure for Measure. However, I must confess that cariad usually makes me think of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

We could of course break with tradition and do some Chekhov. I know how much you enjoyed the Festival we visited at my relatives’ house in Russia, where we were both excited to watch Uncle Vanya with Three Sisters.

In any case, I shall continue my search for a play that can truly uphold the fine traditions of this Academy. Oh, and do let me have my ReadyRub back when you are finished with it.

Buthy (without an ‘e’)

Slothlands Academy for Girls
The Old School House
Birchingem

Headmaster: Edmund Master P(erve) Hons.

MEMO TO: MR. A.SQUIFFINGON-SMYTHE

RE: ACADEMY PLAY.

Thank you for your memo with your ideas surrounding the end of term play. I note with satisfaction the extremely perverted nature of your suggestions. (You did go to private school obviously)

I will leave the final choice up to you. Just as long that there are a lot of girls dressing up and parading themselves, frankly I don’t give a Sloth’s left bollock.

Incidentally, are you prepared to run the Friday film club? I’ve seen in your study and you appear to be a real film buff. At least, I’ve seen you watching your films in the buff. My personal favourite is “Bandy Mandy and the Randy Handyman spank Sandy and Candy” A little-known classic.

Ed Master.

LESSON ONE-CLASS-ONE

The door closes behind Ed as he walks into the first ever Slothlands class. He stands at his desk and surveys the four hopeful young faces before him. Ed shuts his magazine and looks up at the class.

"Girls" He says. Ed is nothing if not observant.

"Girls, we are going to start the class with you pairing up. I want you to learn all you can about your partner and then tell the rest of us about them. No detail is too sordid and filth will earn you both extra points."

Ed reaches under his desk and starts his recorder...

Girls; please carry out your task.

Stand up from her desk, raises her hand, Sir Ed... I would like to pair up with jennyfer, Sir

Oh course I'm happy to pair up with Chattel Sir, but I'm worried I might scar her for life ;)

LESSON ONE-CLASS-ONE

cariad winks at minxy and they agree to go out of the class to undertake their task….


cariad(CC): well minxy - come on - I need six things about you nobody else knows
cariad(CC): swap you one for one!
suchaminx: SEX things
suchaminx: whoops sorry my hearing is bad
cariad(CC): well......it is for Ed Master - sooooo I errrrr guess so!
suchaminx: I have had duplicate keys made for Ted's car so I can drive into town at night
cariad(CC): you didn't????
cariad(CC): have you done so?
cariad(CC): where did you go?
suchaminx: I went to the chocolate shop and met up with this guy
suchaminx: who was really into BDSM
cariad(CC): oh wow!
suchaminx: but instead of candle wax
cariad(CC): chocolate AND BDSM – WOW!
suchaminx: he uses hot chocolate!!
cariad(CC): dripped over you?
suchaminx: yep and I mean ALL over
cariad(CC): so he made moulds of your tits which chocolate?
suchaminx: giggles yep
suchaminx: want to see?
cariad(CC): oh yeeeeeeeeeees!
cariad(CC) eyes open wide
suchaminx goes into this GREAT big box
suchaminx calls cariad over..................fancy a bite?
cariad(CC) looks at minx's tits
suchaminx swells with pride
cariad(CC) carefully takes the two moulds from the HUGE box and holds them against minxy
suchaminx: see they are really mine!!
cariad(CC): love the use of strategically placed brown chocolate
cariad(CC): can I try them on?
suchaminx: He is such a clever man
suchaminx: of course you can, always happy to share
cariad(CC): do you think he would make a pair?
cariad(CC) undoes the third button of her blouse and sticks chest out
suchaminx: I guess he probably would
cariad(CC): did you have to pay for them?
suchaminx: he loves handling new things
suchaminx: of course I paid for them
cariad(CC) gives a happy wiggle
suchaminx: I think he enjoyed it as much as me
suchaminx: paying that is
cariad(CC): come on.....tell all..........
suchaminx: after all he had to make sure my nipples stayed hard for quite a while
cariad(CC) giggles
cariad(CC): details girl - details!
suchaminx: Ok ice cubes!
suchaminx: but they were in his mouth
cariad(CC): yes........
suchaminx: so he had to suck my nipples...
suchaminx: and whilst he was
cariad(CC): whilst he was.......
suchaminx: my hands were wondering how much chocolate I would need to make a mould of his............
cariad(CC): ohhhh minxy
cariad(CC): did he have strong muscular dominant hands?
suchaminx: cariad(CC): OH yes, lots of massage
cariad(CC): ones to make you melt as he massaged you?
suchaminx: cariad(CC): believe me it wasn't only the chocolate melting!
cariad(CC) sits down and drools at the prospect of having her moulds made
suchaminx so come on then what about you?
cariad(CC): well..... you know when we arrived here
cariad(CC): and you were being errrrrrr - looked after
suchaminx: Yes
suchaminx: I remember
suchaminx drifting away remembering.................
cariad(CC): and Ed Master was otherwise occupied with Fanny
cariad(CC): well I went exploring in the senior common room
suchaminx: Ohhhhhhhhhhh do tell
cariad(CC) grabs minxy’s hand and leads her along the corridors
cariad(CC): well...................... you see those great oak cupboards
cariad(CC): the ones labelled 'study aids'
suchaminx: full of books right?
cariad(CC): well.....there are a few photographic books
cariad(CC): have been there quite a while by the looks of them
cariad(CC): some are nearly falling apart
suchaminx: Is there a Camera too?
cariad(CC): camera AND lenses And photo albums
cariad(CC): Look - a new album for each term
suchaminx flicks through the books looking for pictures of Ed and his fanny
cariad(CC): most of the pictures seem to be taken during school trips or sports day
suchaminx: school trips? where too?
cariad(CC): London Dungeon and the Tower
cariad(CC): look at these pictures of girls in those heavy old chains
cariad(CC): and this one of a girl stretched out on a rack
cariad(CC): and look!
suchaminx: looks at the photo---------------------------that looks like Fanny!
cariad(CC) giggles – in an iron maiden and wearing latex AGAIN!
suchaminx giggles
suchaminx: ON that point have you seen the wardrobe in the Sick Bay? Its full of all sorts...........
cariad(CC): no - do tell!
cariad(CC): or better still - show me!
cariad(CC): is years since I have played dressing up!
suchaminx grabs cariad by the hand and they run downstairs to find the sickbay
cariad(CC) carefully opens the door, checking Ed Master's fanny is not around
suchaminx: Did you ever see a Nurse wear something like that???
cariad(CC): go on - dare you - put it on!
suchaminx can't resist a dare
suchaminx hurridly strips
suchaminx: cariad you need to help me with this
suchaminx: latex is really hard to get on
cariad(CC): try putting this power in it first
suchaminx: aw thanks cariad you are a real pal
suchaminx struggles
cariad(CC): grins and blushes - was shown by a teacher at my old school
suchaminx: after much wiggling of bum, hips and tits finally its on
cariad(CC): eeeeeek - breathe in
suchaminx breathes in, pushes chest out
cariad(CC) notices how the outfit keeps minx's chest in position
suchaminx looks in the mirror
suchaminx: cariad does my bum look big in this?
cariad(CC) adjusts the latex frills on minx's panties
cariad(CC): wiggle it
suchaminx wiggles her bum and her tits wiggle too , almost but not quite falling out
cariad(CC) playfully slaps minx's bum
cariad(CC): okay then - lets see what I can try on
suchaminx rummages
suchaminx: how about this one cariad?
cariad(CC) watches as latex flies everywhere
cariad(CC): ohhhhhh - go on!
suchaminx pull out a mass of black latex
cariad(CC) strips off and watches as minx sprinkles powder into the legs
suchaminx hands the suit to cariad
cariad(CC) sits on a desk and struggles to get her legs in
suchaminx kneels down beside cariad and helps
cariad(CC): easing each wrinkle up and out
cariad(CC): thanks minxy
cariad(CC): hey look at this zip here!
suchaminx: thats ok cariad are you sure that zip should be there or do we need to pull the suit up a bit more
cariad(CC): errrrrrrr - I think - oh no
cariad(CC): I can see just where that zip is going to be!
suchaminx: mmmmmmm, me too
suchaminx: best place for a zip if you ask me
cariad(CC) stands up and pulls the suit on up to waist level
suchaminx: lean forward and drop your tits into it
cariad(CC) struggles with arms
cariad(CC): oh yes!
suchaminx helps again and hears cariad yelp
cariad(CC): okay - do it up!
cariad(CC): but be CAREFUL!
suchaminx tugs at the back
cariad(CC) breathes in and in and in
suchaminx: yahhhhhhh done it
cariad(CC): hey - there are two more of those zips at the front!
suchaminx: shall I unzip them?
cariad(CC) poses in front of the mirror
cariad(CC): grins - go on then!
suchaminx stands behind cariad giggling as she reaches round to undo the zips
suchaminx: SHUSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH bugger someones's coming.................and its not me :(



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Ed needed some hand cream for his ...hands so walked through the school to the sick bay. As he approached he could hear rustling noises that he couldn't quite identify.

Standing outside the room he listened intently and could hear also girly giggles. Quietly he took hold of the door handle and opened the door. There inside were two girls. One was dressed as a nurse and one was just examing a suit she had squeezed into. Ed's eyes popped as he realised the girls had discovered the latex store cupboard.

The girls spun round and their mouths opened in shocked surprise. Ed could see that they were cariad and suchaminx transformed into "the shiny twins"!

Ed drew himself up to his full height and glared at the two startled girls before him.

"Stand up straight in front of me" he snapped. The girls sprang up, their outfits making interesting noises as they did so. They stood in front of him, giggling uncontrollably and looking cute.

Ed was lost for words, for a moment. Then he said quietly but with great menace.."To the sports hall by the pool-I have some ideas.."


OK. Who's going to carry this on?

Dear Sir Squiffingon-Smythe

I have heard rumours that you will be directing the end of term performance. I can think of nothing more thrilling than to be the bottom in your midsummer night’s dream.

Having recently proven my ability to make an ass of myself whilst in the latex cupboard, I feel that it is now time for me to progress to leather, and put myself into the hands of a fine upstanding member of staff such as yourself. Given the Academy’s uniform guidelines I propose that my bottom should be a leather clad ass, wearing thigh high leather boots, a leather mini skirt, silk shirt and a tight leather jacket and gloves. I appreciate that when I bend to go onto all fours I will creak, but if I was to attend your study before rehearsals perhaps you would consider rubbing organic cream into my costume to keep it supple.

As one of the animals in the play I understand that I will need to spend much of my time tethered by my collar and leash, and I undertake to be obedient to your commands at all times. I think you will find my dedication to playing second to none; this particular ass is experienced in receiving lines and is excited by the challenge of getting her tongue around something particularly hard.

Off to practice flute playing skills,
cariad

Tuesday 6th June

Ahh diary, I gave Miss Marie Gonzales a week to recover, wait until the coast was clear, then I tested her out, to see if my screwing of her had made her see sense. I don’t do things by halves, so I walked into her office, stood in front of her desk, unzipped my trousers, and pulled out my manhood. It was three-quarter strength when I stepped through the door. When I saw her wearing those glasses, it became much more proud.

She looked at it for a moment, then stood up. With a small grin which quickly changed to a purposeful pout, she stood up, raised an eyebrow, simultaneously put her left hand and left knee on the desk, and mounted it seductively. She crawled to me, and still on all fours, arched her back, and took me in her mouth.

“Good little slut,” I purred, as her lips made her way down me. She wiggled at this, and cupped my balls with her manicured hands. The feeling of soft French-cut fingernails on me was too much, I had to see more before I burst. I leaned over her, and tugged up the hem of her skirt. I was disappointed to see panties. I grabbed hold of them, and gave them a hard tug. She squeaked and writhed, but kept her mouth in place around me as I drew my hips in and out.

I picked up a pair of scissors from her desk, and neatly snipped them off. Her tongue was by now circling and tickling the base of my shaft, and I held her head gently in place as she bobbed up and down on me. I just couldn’t hold on any more, diary, I tried, but I came, mostly into her mouth, but a fair bit onto her face and glasses as I pushed her off me, her usefulness complete. I was careful not to stain her clothing – she would be teaching the girls in a few minutes, after all.

I still held the panties in my other hand, and it didn’t take long to decide what to do. “Open wide,” I said to her, as I wiped my cock clean with the rag, then rubbed it roughly over her face, before stuffing it deep into her mouth with two firm fingers. “All right, you can shut your mouth now, Marie.”

She did so, and seemed to be breathing heavily, the odour of my cream on her face must have been quite potent for the lass. Hey ho.

“Is your cunt wet, slut?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded.

“Then show it to me.”

She rolled off from her all-fours stance, and lay back on the desk, spreading her legs. With a wave of my hand, I indicated that I wanted to see more, and she duly placed finger and thumb on her labia, and tugged her pussy wide open. I just couldn’t resist, it looked so sweet there, diary. I know I’m supposed to be the bastard in the relationship, but if I see something that tasty, I am going to lick it. I did so, without a word, and from almost the first lap, Marie was rocking back and forth, grinding her pussy against my lips and teeth. I slid my tongue into her, smiling and gently holding her hands to pull her pussylips further apart. She lolled and roared, but every sound was masked by the cum-stained panties in her mouth.

“Mmnmnggcum?” she asked.

I broke off for a second. “Yes, Miss Gonzales, you may cum.”

“Mrmrmmmmmhfurhufr Hyouuuu!” she gurgled, as I sucked on her clit, scratching my teeth against it. I sensed a little squirt come out of her, and beamed. She was a squirter! How nice for her! How delightful for me. Ed will hear of this, I thought.

I stood up, and zipped myself up. Marie, poor thing, looked thoroughly dishevelled.

“Take those panties out your mouth.”

She did so, then thanked me. I cut her off quickly.

“You’d better get to class, hadn’t you?”

“Y-yes, Mr Stoat.”

“And you’re going to put those panties up your cunt, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mr Stoat.”

“During your breaktime, you’re going to take them out and put them back in your mouth, aren’t you, slut?”

“Yes.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I need to taste you,” she said, before adding with another eyebrow raise, “and because I kinda like the taste of myself. And there’ll be lots to taste. Caning the new girl will really make me squirt, y’know?”

Diary, I admit it. I could grow to like this girl.

Headmasters Log.

Well! There's an interesting bit of gossip! Seems old Stoat has been getting to know the staff. I must say that I'm pleasantly surprised as I would never have put him down as the socialisng sort. Marie was very closed mouth about the whole thing when I saw her earlier on. In fact, I could swear that she had something in her mouth! She spoke most indistinctly and appeared to have been dribbling! I expect she has been to the dentist but didn't want to worry me-what a trooper! I must say old Stoat is lucky to have that one advancing on his front!

The girls seem to be settling in well and I'm expecting perhaps another late entrant! This one will truly be trouble.

The end of term play appears to be going down well and young cariad is shaping up as a right good bottom.

All is well, dear log, so I shall retire with Fanny. She's been in those latex drawers all day so will be dripping by now.

uhm ... ok .... I just need to organize my thoughts ... ok ... that didn't take long ... ok ... I would like to apply to get into Slothlands Academy, ok? I mean, I like already asked .. but they said it had to be in writing so ... ok ... here.

I think I would add a lot of good stuff to your school and some needed perversity ... no wait ... I mean ... diversity. I am currently 29 years old and have been for several years! I am also pretty darn sofisticated since I have not only lived in Los Angeles and New York, I was born in West Texas. Pretty Impressive, huh? Dam skippy it is! I have tons of class and I'm sure it would rub off on your other students and faculty (if you know what I mean - wink!).

I am already pretty darn educated from my years at the Texas State School for Wayward Girls (I escaped ... errr "graduated" a while back) but I figured ... hey, Julie ... what the f*ck ... expand your verizons, right? I mean, am I right or what? Dam skippy, I'm right!

Anyway ... I know I am starting a little late but I catch up fast! One of your own professors was so impressed with my intellijunce when we first met that he said I was as smart as a button! So I have that going for me.

Uhm .... I can speak English really good and am learning to speak British too so thats all cheerio, right? I don't know what sports you have there but if you have a football team, you will be happy to know that I am a former cheerleader and would be glad to help out on your squad! In fact ... I was HEAD cheerleader (if you get my drift? wink). uhm ... I hope you guys don't play soccer or badminton or like sissy sports?

I am 5'6", 120 pounds (or stones or whatever you guys call them), and a natural redhead (thanks to Clairol!). Everyone says I have a very sweet disposition (they better or I will ... kick ... their ... ass!). Oh and I am a jen-u-whine British Duchess too! The Duchess of Fabulous! My trailor ... I mean mobile castle ... is located at my estate in North South-East WorsteshireFlemingtonHampshire on Thames (its in the parking lot next to the Quiki-Mart - can't miss it!).

So anyways ... I am all ready to start .... just say the word! You won't be sorry!

Uhm ... but if there is any entrance exam or like that ... I have to tell you that I freeze up a bit and am not so good at writing ... but if I have to, I could take an oral exam and I bet I will get a f*cking A+++. And if all the teachers need to examine me, bring it on! I am a 24 hours a day girl ... and a lady to boot!

Respectfully and Demurely Yours,
Julie-Truly

P.S. sorry about wrapping this around a brick and throwing it through your window but I don't have any British stamps and your damn security wouldn't let me deliver it personally. Seemed to think I was selling something! And what the heck is a "slag"?

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Originally Posted by Julie-Truly

uhm ... ok .... I just need to organize my thoughts ... ok ... that didn't take long ... ok ... I would like to apply to get into Slothlands Academy, ok? I mean, I like already asked .. but they said it had to be in writing so ... ok ... here.

I think I would add a lot of good stuff to your school and some needed perversity ... no wait ... I mean ... diversity. I am currently 29 years old and have been for several years! I am also pretty darn sofisticated since I have not only lived in Los Angeles and New York, I was born in West Texas. Pretty Impressive, huh? Dam skippy it is! I have tons of class and I'm sure it would rub off on your other students and faculty (if you know what I mean - wink!).

I am already pretty darn educated from my years at the Texas State School for Wayward Girls (I escaped ... errr "graduated" a while back) but I figured ... hey, Julie ... what the f*ck ... expand your verizons, right? I mean, am I right or what? Dam skippy, I'm right!

Anyway ... I know I am starting a little late but I catch up fast! One of your own professors was so impressed with my intellijunce when we first met that he said I was as smart as a button! So I have that going for me.

Uhm .... I can speak English really good and am learning to speak British too so thats all cheerio, right? I don't know what sports you have there but if you have a football team, you will be happy to know that I am a former cheerleader and would be glad to help out on your squad! In fact ... I was HEAD cheerleader (if you get my drift? wink). uhm ... I hope you guys don't play soccer or badminton or like sissy sports?

I am 5'6", 120 pounds (or stones or whatever you guys call them), and a natural redhead (thanks to Clairol!). Everyone says I have a very sweet disposition (they better or I will ... kick ... their ... ass!). Oh and I am a jen-u-whine British Duchess too! The Duchess of Fabulous! My trailor ... I mean mobile castle ... is located at my estate in North South-East WorsteshireFlemingtonHampshire on Thames (its in the parking lot next to the Quiki-Mart - can't miss it!).

So anyways ... I am all ready to start .... just say the word! You won't be sorry!

Uhm ... but if there is any entrance exam or like that ... I have to tell you that I freeze up a bit and am not so good at writing ... but if I have to, I could take an oral exam and I bet I will get a f*cking A+++. And if all the teachers need to examine me, bring it on! I am a 24 hours a day girl ... and a lady to boot!

Respectfully and Demurely Yours,
Julie-Truly

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ACCEPTED-CONDITIONALLY. THIS STUDENT NEEDS TO PAY CASH.

Slothlands Academy for Girls
The Old School House
Birchingem

Headmaster: Edmund Master P(erve) Hons.

MEMO: TO ALL GIRLS


As a small start of term incentive, I have decided to hold a little competition.

Slothlands, our proud academic institution, needs a motto.Something informal and apart from our BDSM on our crest. So the competition is for you to think of one.

I know I can rely on your good sense and taste to come with something entirely tasteless, insulting and unsuitable.

The prize will be 2 hours behind the bike shed with Arbuthnot or Stoat.

Or I may consider a years' supply of white chocolate.

Get those brains to work!

ED MASTER

... I was giving it some thought ... while I was painting my toenails ... and trying to balance my checkbook (there's always more checks than money) ... and driving to work ... so I turned on the radio ... and I think I got a good idea!

Preeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesenting .... the new Slothlands Academy for Girls School Motto ...

"Don'cha wish your girlfriend was a FREAK like me ... don'cha?"

sooooooooooooooooooo ... do I win? Do I? Do I Do I?

Ed's Log.

Why oh why did I do it? Must be the money...

That loud American voice! So not English...Oh my God; now I'm sounding like John Cleese in a particularly bad episode of "Friends"! (And lets face it-was there ever a good one?)

*Note to self* Put cash in bank and order some more LARGE ball-gags.

Now, where's old Frump got to? Haven't seen her since we put those sides of beef into the freezer yesterday. Wait a minute-did I...Is she..?

DID HE? IS SHE? WILL YOU CARRY THIS ON?

Got to thinking about a motto and thought maybe a picture or two which could be seen as representative of Slothlands Sexy Sirens would be better,


:whip2: :638:

P.S. Ed Master - also means I don't have to type any long words.........

A motto you say? That's easy. "Carpe arse".

Roughly translated, it means "Seize the... ummm... arse."

Q