[Story] Love, Lust And Lost

8 years ago

[Story] Love, Lust And Lost

He rose up tired and bittered and sluggish. His eyes were already squeezing tears out of their enclosure. “Arh God, I don die today” he exclaimed pushing forward and embraced the railings.

“Malo ni ka fun wan ?(how many strokes?)” He asked with the question not directed to a particular teacher out of the two that stood beside him. He moved backwards and raised the two canes jointed together up in the air.

“Let’s make it 48 strokes each” Mrs. Oladipupo blurted out.

“Arh!. I beg on their behalf, let’s make it 12 please” Mr. Oriyomi pleaded.

`chai!!! I don die today o, which day I chop 12 strokes last’ was Adefemi’s thought.

“You be mumu, hold that pole well” Mr. Onabolu lashed him 3 strokes in quick succession that unsteady him. He cried out like a dog on heat.

“Ye!!!, please sir, please sir” he was now sprawling on the floor as another 3 had landed on his back.

“What is happening” Mr. Oriyomi asked but Adefemi couldn’t reply as another 3 landed on his neck, head and laps – the remaining 3 pursued him as he crawled in a speed of light out of the danger zone.

“Next” Mr. Onabolu called and out came another clown kelvin.

“Hold that pole”

He started limp-jumping on his legs “please Sir, I wan go sh1t” holding his butt0ckz with his hands in the process.

“That’s very good,” Mr. Oriyomi said “This is a nice place and time to sh1t”

“Arh!, no Sir, e no nice place to sh1t o” he produced silly pidgin out of his mouth.

“Come on, hold that pole.” Mr. Onabolu commanded, this time – wasn’t amused by the silly prank Kelvin wanted to play one him.

Those who stood waiting for their turn to be flogged started laughing at the way Kelvin was limp-jumping and holding his butt0ckz. Sweat were heavily forming on his face. They were hot sweats and you could see this was no joke Kelvin meant by the Sh*t. He was really pressed.

“Sir, na hot sh1t sir, na water water sh1t” the clown said still jumping up, refusing to hold the pole.

Adefemi seemed to have turned Superman momentarily. Someone who had just been ruthlessly flogged and, was in pains and tears some minutes ago, – was now laughing madly, leaning on the banister. His tears increased but the pains had disappeared. His laughter eluded him as he was grossly entertained by the funny clown Kelvin.

“So you are proving stubborn abi” Mr. Oriyomi said drawing close to Kelvin whose collar were already soaked in sweats.

“No sir, the sh1t is too hot sir, e fit drop any moment”

“Okay then!. It shall drop very well now, when I pull those trousers down your butt0ckz” Mr. Oriyomi said and grabbed him by the waist.

“Please don’t do am sir, the Sh1t is on him way sir” he struggled, now his leg changing duties as they went up and down to suppress and keep his butt0ckz tight so the unprecedented ballistic watery missile (sh1t) doesn’t go out of hands and his devised legs restraint.

But Mr. Oriyomi didn’t listen. He thought he was joking so as to evade being flogged. “I shall pull down this trousers now and you will regret the way your butt0ckz would look like after being flogged brutally, you bombastic animal.”

He warned Kelvin sternly “you would be unable to seat for the next 1 month” he added “another Akpan-the-Lazarus is about to be made” he laughed extensively.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have dared the silly clown.

“No sa, no sir, don’t sir, please don’t do am o” kelvin protested and quickly rushed forward when Mr. Oriyomi was about struggling to bring down his trousers without removing the belt.

Mr. Oriyomi staggered as he struggled and pulled and fell beneath kelvin’s now Unclad butt0ckz. The sh1t came spurting out on his face as kelvin exclaimed “its good thing that is happening ooooooo00oooOOO!” The watery sh1t splashed out of his anus, as though they were under a restraint before.

“Mmmmmmmm!!!” Mrs. Oladipupo and Mr. Onabolu raced off the scene leaving helpless Mr. Oriyomi dazed and drench in watery sh1t that watered his face.

Only Mr. Oriyomi could tell his experience better on this day. If he had meant the story he told about Akpan-the-Lazarus and the dancing of `it’s a good thing that is happening’. He had meant it on the bad side and he was rightly ironic. The question he asked the time Adefemi was being flogged had just been answered by Kelvin in a dreadful way.

“I don die o” Kelvin shouted in hysteria when he looked at Mr. Oriyomi whose face was in Sh1t ruin.

“Today na today for you” Izuchukwu and Nathaniel mocked him with uncontrolled laughter “your own don really good today.”

To Be Continued…