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Horny The Unicorn
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Only on Fridays. I have to ration her. Too much deeeep pleasure might be bad for her.Why are you telling that ? Has Lady Wragg ever had such an orgasm ? If no, send her to me, I could learn her ...
Quite bored!!!She looks a bit bored
'Wragg' and 'brag' rhyme... is this a coincidence???Only on Fridays. I have to ration her. Too much deeeep pleasure might be bad for her.
RacingRodent
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Cruxton Wragg and Braxton Bragg....should we be worried?
Or is it a coincidence that Friday is the day that the milkman comes?
Or is it a coincidence that Friday is the day that the milkman comes?
Can we give Barb one night off???
Damn bastards!!!
Tree
SHE DOESN'T QUITE GET THE WHOLE "DEATH" THING. SHE GETS DISTRACTED AND WANTS TO DO IT OVER AND OVER. I AM BEGINNING TO SUSPECT SHE MAY BE PARTLY TO BLAME FOR ALL THE GIRLS HERE COMING AGAIN AND AGAIN.Jollyrei Minor - La petite Mort?
(I'm sure Messaline will explain
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You have a little sister?
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There's a shock!SHE DOESN'T QUITE GET THE WHOLE "DEATH" THING. SHE GETS DISTRACTED AND WANTS TO DO IT OVER AND OVER. I AM BEGINNING TO SUSPECT SHE MAY BE PARTLY TO BLAME FOR ALL THE GIRLS HERE COMING AGAIN AND AGAIN.
Jollyrei has discovered the meaning of life!
RacingRodent
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There's a shock!
Jollyrei has discovered the meaning of life!
Shouldn't that be Jollyreisa?
Is girl 
She looks a bit bored
That's what I just said ... ho hum ... Bull just ain't what he's cracked up to be
Wragg returned to his impression of a goldfish, gawping at the sobbing Messaline. “W-what’s the matter, Professor La Croix?” he asked, with as much respect as he could muster while addressing a nude, weeping woman.
She didn’t answer, but howled all the louder. Even Horny winced.
“What did I do wrong?” Wragg was nonplussed.
“You have no idea, do you?” RR gazed at him, pityingly.
“Mister Wragg,” stated Jollyrei, “it seems to me that Professor La Croix is rather envious.”
“Envious?” Wragg was none the wiser. “Envious of who?”
“Horny. “
“I beg your pardon?”
“That kind of whipwork is wasted on a unicorn!” RR chipped in.
“It wasn’t, it did the trick nicely!” Wragg wasn’t following at all.
“It’s OK for her, she can’t be turned into a gelding!” added Horny.
“Why can’t you whip me like that, Wragg?” sniffed Messaline.
“Because it would hurt, and because you are Professor La Croix!” Wragg could honestly see no logical reason why he should whip Messaline.
“I could have had a petit mort!” she pouted.
“A little death? Quite. I don’t want to cause big deaths or little deaths.”
Jollyrei clapped his forehead in despair. “You two are completely failing to communicate! Wragg, you numbskull, Messa is trying to tell you that she wants you to whip her!”
“I don’t now,” she grumbled. “I’m not in the mood now.”
“Yes, you bloody well are!” Jollyrei contradicted her. “Come here!”
He turned her around, so that her smooth, silken back was towards Wragg.
“Hands up!” ordered Jollyrei.
Obediently, she raised her arms. Jollyrei tied her wrists to the wooden frame of the stall.
“Oh…. Please don’t hurt me!”
“Go on Wragg!” ordered Jollyrei, “Make your mark!”
“M-make my m-mark? But she said….”
“GET ON WITH IT, YOU IDIOT!!!!”
Wragg looked at her, sighed, and thought ‘orders are orders.’ He flicked the whip, and a small diagonal scar appeared across the base of her neck.
“Lower!” she groaned.
The next mark wasn’t much lower, it was diagonal in the other direction, forming a ‘V’ shape.
Two strikes later, and RR and Horny began to giggle.
Four more, then three, working steadily down her back.
“Well, I’ll be…..” said Jollyrei.
The whip lashed out several more times, by now Wragg had reached her lower back, and Messaline was groaning with pleasure.
Then Wragg began on her bottom, and Messaline shouted in painful ecstasy. Her ‘petit mort’ came on the last stroke of the whip.
“OK, Wragg, I admit it, you’re good.” Horny, grudgingly, professed his admiration, as he gazed at the very neat letters W-R-A-G-G in bright red, angry weals down Messaline’s back.
"I....don't...belieeeeeve.... it!" Jollyrei was thunderstruck.
“Well, sir, you told me to make my mark,” said Wragg.
She didn’t answer, but howled all the louder. Even Horny winced.
“What did I do wrong?” Wragg was nonplussed.
“You have no idea, do you?” RR gazed at him, pityingly.
“Mister Wragg,” stated Jollyrei, “it seems to me that Professor La Croix is rather envious.”
“Envious?” Wragg was none the wiser. “Envious of who?”
“Horny. “
“I beg your pardon?”
“That kind of whipwork is wasted on a unicorn!” RR chipped in.
“It wasn’t, it did the trick nicely!” Wragg wasn’t following at all.
“It’s OK for her, she can’t be turned into a gelding!” added Horny.
“Why can’t you whip me like that, Wragg?” sniffed Messaline.
“Because it would hurt, and because you are Professor La Croix!” Wragg could honestly see no logical reason why he should whip Messaline.
“I could have had a petit mort!” she pouted.
“A little death? Quite. I don’t want to cause big deaths or little deaths.”
Jollyrei clapped his forehead in despair. “You two are completely failing to communicate! Wragg, you numbskull, Messa is trying to tell you that she wants you to whip her!”
“I don’t now,” she grumbled. “I’m not in the mood now.”
“Yes, you bloody well are!” Jollyrei contradicted her. “Come here!”
He turned her around, so that her smooth, silken back was towards Wragg.
“Hands up!” ordered Jollyrei.
Obediently, she raised her arms. Jollyrei tied her wrists to the wooden frame of the stall.
“Oh…. Please don’t hurt me!”
“Go on Wragg!” ordered Jollyrei, “Make your mark!”
“M-make my m-mark? But she said….”
“GET ON WITH IT, YOU IDIOT!!!!”
Wragg looked at her, sighed, and thought ‘orders are orders.’ He flicked the whip, and a small diagonal scar appeared across the base of her neck.
“Lower!” she groaned.
The next mark wasn’t much lower, it was diagonal in the other direction, forming a ‘V’ shape.
Two strikes later, and RR and Horny began to giggle.
Four more, then three, working steadily down her back.
“Well, I’ll be…..” said Jollyrei.
The whip lashed out several more times, by now Wragg had reached her lower back, and Messaline was groaning with pleasure.
Then Wragg began on her bottom, and Messaline shouted in painful ecstasy. Her ‘petit mort’ came on the last stroke of the whip.
“OK, Wragg, I admit it, you’re good.” Horny, grudgingly, professed his admiration, as he gazed at the very neat letters W-R-A-G-G in bright red, angry weals down Messaline’s back.
"I....don't...belieeeeeve.... it!" Jollyrei was thunderstruck.
“Well, sir, you told me to make my mark,” said Wragg.
RacingRodent
Consul
Fortunately I don't think the examiners are inclined to be picky over the fact you instead signed your signature....in fact I for one am considering a merit grade....hum
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Every teacher bears some hope, deep down, that a pupil learns something from the teachers endeavours.....even if the pupil never shows anything.
But Professor Pilus had really begin to dispair. To worry that He had taught young Wragg nothing. But ........
the 'she' of course being the sweet Professor Mlle La Croix.....as she, finally, did get it....served up neatly on her back and delightful derrière.
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Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
What score did Wragg get for comprehension and understanding?
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