This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This is a story which goes right to the centre of the concept of “no one wants anything more than that which they cannot have.”

The subject matter is focused around the ultimate human need – the adolescent male and his urge for sexual release.

Try to imagine – a 17 year old boy: his sex hormones at their peak; placed into a position where sexual release is strictly forbidden. Wouldn’t that cause anyone to lose their reason?

Wouldn’t that cause anyone’s sexual need to go wild? – But a 17 year old male?

This is an invitation for you, the reader, to take a journey into your worst nightmare – and – maybe – your greatest turn-on! 

Story Codes: Femdom, Mast, Oral, Teen, Forced Oral, Headmistress.

Masturbation: Prohibited.

The Paramount Rule – Part 1 By Tanya Simmonds.

Oakpark Grange was a school for the adolescent male offspring of wealthy or powerful families during the puritanical 1950’s. Young men were sent to this opulent boarding school by parents who didn’t know how to control the changes which occur within an adolescent -  problems which were most notably -  a decline in academic prowess. The young men were without vocational ambitions, possibly due to the wealthy background from whence they came, which in turn, inspired a lack of life-pursuits within them. Why, after all should they consider pursuing a life of work when they had all that they should ever desire – all on a silver platter?

The headmistress, Ms Selina Paris was a beautiful forty-four year old woman sporting  black hair swept back into a pony-tail, leaving her forehead totally exposed, with piercing blue eyes and chiselled cheek bones (almost every young man’s sexual fantasy.)

She had her own theories regarding such issues. She believed that because puberty resulted in powerful physical changes within teenagers, especially males, that their minds became focused mostly upon sexual thoughts and fantasies and academic betterment suffered as a result.

She had devised a number of rules which were designed to improve their grades and one rule which was paramount - no sexual relief was permitted under the roof of Oakpark Grange.

Masturbation was strictly forbidden!

Later, she considered the additional crime accompanying masturbation – the crime of the wasting of the life-giving seed that was the young, virile, male sperm, as an additional re-enforcement of her convictions. This was an undeniable result of the fact that she had never been able to conceive a child and as such, she had developed a personal obsession with the concept of the male seed and it’s potential value.

In a bizarre twist, her very maternal instinct had transformed her into a cruel, sexual tyrant. She had discovered her own latent sexuality as a direct effect of her work – the sexuality of sadism.

Her desire to improve the academic pursuits of her students had, ultimately taken second place to the practices which she had discovered, actually excited the longings produced within her own clitoris - discovered as a result of five years of sexually torturing teenaged boys. Given that the boys were of the legal age of consent and protected by the law’s refusal to recognize the possibility that an adult male could ever be raped or sexually abused by a woman, Selina Paris was covered from all sides. If any wished to report their experiences with Ms Paris to the press or to their parents, it would be necessary to admit to having masturbated – an activity which was regarded with much shame in this era, not to mention the personal ambivalence which consumed them regarding their experience, hence, Selina Paris had become unrestrained in her tutoring and had no inhibitions regarding engaging in actual sexual contact with the young men for the purpose of their punishment – and her pleasure!

Masturbation carried the highest penalty in the punishment room: a flogging with a viscous cat-o-nine tails across the back and buttocks followed a lashing across the erect penis with a smaller whip which had a six-inch handle and nine, four-inch leather tails which were savagely knotted in order to break the skin of the phallus in order to create a reminder for the next time the student might be tempted to waste his seed, not to mention the impossibility of his being able to do so in the immediate aftermath of the flogging. Ms Paris had a unique take on the appropriate approach to punishment. Since most boys were preoccupied much of the time with the size of their male organs, she believed it apt to use size as an indicator for punishment.

On entry into the school, in Ms Paris’ private office, each boy, individually would be gently caressed and masturbated by Ms Paris just to the point of release. She was an expert at this, knowing just the right moment at which to cease the stimulation - leaving the boy high and dry with a pleading look in his eyes and a penis quivering at it’s maximum size – which she would measure for length in inches and then snake the tape-measure around the circumference of the penis and add that number of inches to the length. The total would be the number of lashes that the penis would receive and the number of lashes that the back/buttocks would receive. Ultimately – the bigger the penis, the greater the punishment. She punished by every inch of penis which had been masturbated.

Due to the fear of the impending pain, the boy would often not respond to the expert manipulation of Ms Paris’s hand whilst shackled in the punishment room and so, in order to prepare the penis into erection ready for the penis-whip, she would often be forced to use her highly practiced mouth upon the victim.

This method of oral stimulation she also used for her dreaded orgasm-denial punishment which she applied to students who exhibited excessive erections in class, visible as the protruding bulge in the boys’ trousers. Often she would omit to wear any type of underwear and lift up her skirt so that the boys could feast their eyes upon her vaginal splendour from under her higher-set desk in the classroom, merely to tease and taunt the boys - boys who had no means of sexual release.

Such had become her sadistic nature.

She had considered, originally – but rejected - the notion of locking Victorian-style, inner-spiked penis rings to the boys, which were used in the Victorian era as a means of preventing masturbation by impairing penile tumescence’s as a result of the sharp spikes positioned within the inside of the penis ring which, once fitted, would be padlocked via a chain around the boy’s waist. Ms Paris avoided this approach because she believed that such a practice negated the need for the boy’s torturous, individual, personal self-control to come into play, given that such control would be an absent concept in the event of the presence of such a device.

During orgasm-denial punishment, she would shackle the boy to the overhanging chains in the punishment room and suck his penis vigorously until she sensed the veins protrude even further on his phallus indicating ejaculation was imminent - and then she would suddenly cease the fellatio until the immediate spasm had died down before resuming. This she would continue for an hour, at the end of which she would release the sexually desperate pupil who dare not risk finishing himself off for fear of the penalty if he was caught.    

She was, at this time awaiting the arrival of an electronic male masturbation device which would electronically vibrate a boy’s eager member almost to the point of orgasm and at the crucial moment, emit an excruciating electrical current which would substitute release with agony. This she believed would be considerably more effective and less time-consuming than her own oral skills. 

The bell sounded in both dormitories awaking the adolescent pupils to another day of discipline and sexual torment. The early morning routine required them to stand naked at the end of their beds, with their hands clasped behind their heads and their thighs wide apart for inspection.

Here the boys were subjected to endless sexual torments – torments because they were kept in a permanent state of frustration. Ms Paris inspected the boy’s bed sheets every morning for signs of relief. Even the poor young men who experienced an involuntary nocturnal emission were given twelve lashes of the whip down in the punishment room, usually administered by Ms Paris who was always naked when she flogged the boys. She believed that she could cure them of their lusts if she could cause them to associate the focus of their desire with extreme pain. Having a sadistic temperament, she almost always became extremely sexually aroused after flogging these beautiful young men and as such had installed an effective contingency in the punishment room.

Jonathan sat up in bed rubbing his eyes trying to adjust to the strong sunlight that beamed through the window, and then scurried to the end of his bed just as Ms Paris entered the dormitory.

"Good morning Ms Paris," they uttered as she entered.

Walking slowly down each row, she stopped in front of any boy whose cock wasn't fully erect, and then bending slightly forward used her fingers to encourage it to do so. Morning erections were permissible so long as they did not continue relentlessly during the day.

They watched wide-eyed as she slowly fondled a sixteen year old boy named Jimmy's cock, bringing it to a fierce hardness with just a smile and a few expert strokes of her hand. 

Now, as she approached him, Jonathan felt the same familiar tingle and the slow swelling of his cock. His heart quickened as it started to stiffen, but not to the full erection he had hoped by the time she stood in front of him.

"Oh dear! Does it need a hand?" Ms Paris said cruelly, and then with a warm smile, leant forward, allowing him to see right down the front of her blouse as she fondled his manhood.

Jonathan nodded breathlessly and sobbed with delight as she scraped her nails along the underside, then roughly wrapped her fingers around the shaft, causing blood to pulse through his cock and bring it to full erection. He had one of the largest penises among them. Over 8 inches when fully erect with a 7 inch girth.

"Now masturbate!" she ordered.

Panting hotly, Jonathan drew the foreskin of his excited cock back and started to masturbate.

"Remember Jonathan! You mustn't spend. CONTROL!" she warned.

In reality she hoped that he would as she had a real passion for the boy and punishing him for spending would provide her with an opportunity to get better acquainted with his handsome bottom.

"Stop!" Ms Paris ordered.

She had waited on purpose until Jonathan was about to spend before moving down the line to the next boy until she was satisfied.

"Right! Into the bathroom," she ordered with a smile, “for this morning’s lesson, your penises must be very clean!” Her voice was sharp and to the point. Not to denied.

To be certain they were clean, she would examine their cocks thoroughly before she allowed them to get dressed and go down for breakfast.

Ms Paris entered the dinning room with Miss Victoria, her deputy principle who was holding a clipboard with the day's schedule attached to it.

“Today you will all begin with a lesson in sexual self control, which should take around two hours” said Miss Victoria – a less attractive fifty-six year old spinster whose own opinion was that masturbation should be rewarded with castration.

“Afterwards, you have an hours’ break before two hours of academic study.”

With that, she put down the clipboard and walked away.

"Ms Paris led the boys to one of the classrooms and Jason licked his lips when he saw the dreaded Miss Celia Ramirez, a 19 year old Spanish girl waiting. She stood naked beside Ms Paris's desk, her thighs wide apart, her vagina; a beautiful neat triangle of dark hair, not trimmed but not hirsute - just a natural, highly erotic vision of feminine sensuality.

"Miss Ramirez is going to help today with your masturbation control lesson." Ms Paris told them. She continued “You know the terribly sinful nature of self abuse and the penalties that I so enjoy applying to it, however, I am also aware of the hormones which give you such a desire to play with yourselves and it is for that reason that we are now going to push your endurance to the limit. It is the only way that you will ever learn to control the retention of the precious hot seed which is intended for the fertilisation of the woman.”   

Like the others, Jonathan licked his lips and tried to pull his eyes away from the pretty Spanish girl.

"Now listen! You have all got beautiful, virile members!" Ms Paris told them with a smile. "But playing with them for the purpose of wasting your precious seed in inexcusable, so you must learn to control them, if you want to be of any use and pleasure to a female," she argued.

"Remove your shorts!" she ordered, clapping her hands to get their attention.

Blushing with embarrassment they obeyed her, their cocks now standing to attention from the excitement of having a naked young woman watching them.

"Miss Ramirez is here to help you learn, aren't you dear?" she asked the

young woman who nodded, ”you see, Miss Ramirez is extremely experienced in the art of fellatio as some of you are aware. I taught her!”

Celia Ramirez was, in fact as sadistic as Ms Paris, which was the primary reason why Ms Paris had given her a junior tutor’s position at the school. Miss Ramirez loved assisting in morning bed sheet inspections, floggings, orgasm denial punishment and parading naked in front of the boys.

After punishing a boy, her level of sexual arousal often became so extreme that, Ms Paris would occasionally allow her the privilege of enjoying Ms Paris’ punishment room contingency - the pleasure chamber.

This was a tiny room, barely larger than a cupboard, the door to which was next to the entrance of the basement-situated punishment room. Inside was a specially designed apparatus known as “the cunnilingus chair” in which the recipient climbed onto and sat down onto a leather cushioned, ”V” shaped seat where her legs were parted, resting upon the horizontal legs – the chair positioned at just the right height for anyone kneeling down in front of it to be face to face with the woman’s most intimate beauty.

On the occasion of need, the boy who had been punished was unshackled and if permission was granted to Celia by Ms Paris, he had to follow Celia into the pleasure chamber and tongue her to orgasm, without, of course, touching himself. Cunnilingus and clitoral stimulation by the tongue was a skill which any student of Selina Paris’ school would learn with great rapidity.

    

Miss Ramirez stepped forward to drop to her knees before the boys who ogled the dark skinned Spanish girl feeling a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

Ms Paris spoke once more, her eyes piercing theirs, as their attention was diverted from the young Spanish woman. "You will be orally stimulated for five minutes, however, if you ejaculate in Miss Ramirez’s mouth, you will receive a stroke of the cane for every thirty seconds that you are short of the five minutes," she said, then continued “I predict that none of you will pass this test, so the bad news is, you are all going to be punished, although not as severely as I would chastise you for masturbation. This time you are being denied most of your self-control after all. The good news is – penalty notwithstanding – today you will all experience relief. I do not consider fellatio to be as wasteful as masturbation as, at the very least it concludes in consumption by the female, even if not in the intended way.”

When the boys heard this, some were tempted to consider that it may be worth a flogging just for the chance to spend. Such had been the length of their celibacy. Over four months – and what a way to spend: in the warm wet mouth of the beautiful, sadistic Miss Ramirez.

Ms Paris’s grin held no humour as she glanced at the anxious boys, and then broadened again when she saw that their nervousness had caused some of their cocks to soften already.

"Michael! You are the eldest, so you will go first," she told him.

Michael, who had just turned eighteen, had mixed feelings as he stepped forward. Ms Paris wasn't helping him, standing to one side lovingly caressing the cane that she itched to use across his bottom.

Jonathan watched, his breath held, as Miss Ramirez leaned forward. “Mmmm,” she offered, erotically, “you are a big boy, aren’t you?” Michael was well-endowed, sporting an erection which was almost 8 inches in length with a 6 ½ inch girth. “It must be so difficult for you keeping your hands off of this gorgeous specimen.” Celia’s voice was a drone of cruelty and with her mouth open took Michael's cock between her lips. His gasp was of genuine pleasure as Celia drew her hands around his bottom to hold him still, while she worked her mouth around his now rampant cock.

The boys watched, all breathing shallowly, all knowing from orgasm-denial punishment how it felt as Michael gasped and thrust himself into the young woman’s mouth. She didn't seem to mind, but sucked all the harder, her lips compressing as he was made to draw back, pulling on his shaft while he sobbed with delight.

His cock had almost left her, the shaft gleaming with saliva, when she thrust her head forward, filling her mouth with his young shaft and swallowing his rich flavour.

Michael flung his head back, then looked down at her, panting hotly as Celia changed her tactics and began to rapidly slide her head back and forth, with her tongue held under the shaft.

"No, not yet!" Michael gasped, his hands moving to her hair to still her movements.

"You're not allowed to stop her, Michael," Ms Paris told him sharply, the cane held ready to swipe at his hands if he didn't stop.

Michael drew them away and gritted his teeth. Celia sensed his nearness and looked up at him as she continued sliding her wet mouth back and forth on his gleaming cock.

One of Celia's hands gripped his bottom and the other fondled his balls, cradling them as she daringly drew her mouth as far over the shaft as she could manage.

"No! Please" Michael cried.

His head shook violently from side to side, but it couldn't deny the jerking of his hips, nor the frothy stream of pearly seed that escaped Celia's mouth to drip onto her breasts.

"Three minutes short! That will be six strokes," Ms Paris announced, smiling broadly as she looked at the startled and forlorn young man.

"It isn't fair Miss. I had to go first," he complained.

"You are the eldest Michael, and as such, should be able to control your cock," she argued.

"Now! Come over here," Ms Paris ordered, pointing to the caning stocks which were next to her desk bolted to the floor upon the slightly raised stage.

It consisted of a wooden hole, lined with purple velvet which opened up like the head brace on a French guillotine, in this case for the erect penis to be inserted, whilst the hands were shackled to the sides of the frame which the penis stocks were secured to, ready for the caning.

Michael sighed and walked over to where Ms Paris stood and with his cock gleaming from his recent spend, prepared for his caning.

"Now! Place your cock through the hole," Ms Paris ordered.

Michael adjusted the height of the cross bar to allow his cock to fit through the tight velvet-rimmed hole. Achieving this, he bent forward with his thighs widely parted, and his balls hanging freely against the wooden frame, while Ms Paris shackled his wrists.

The boys watched with their breath held, collectively wondering if they would be so brave when it was their turn. Ms Paris tapped the cane across Michael's bottom and he tensed in anticipation.

She tapped repeatedly, licking her lips and taking deep breaths, and then she drew the cane well back.

The boys were mesmerised, by her expression, her eyes, by the twist in her upper body and the stillness of the waiting cane. Then, like a wind-up toy suddenly released, she swung around, and the cane bent with the sudden movement.

As one, the boys all jerked as the cane whipped down to cut viciously into Michael's bottom, cutting into the skin to create a vividly pink line across both cheeks. He howled, his body arching out as the pain engulfed him.

The pain receding and catching his breath, Michael worked his pelvis to masturbate his cock in and out of the velvet-lined hole, the pleasure offsetting the wicked heat that now invaded his tender bottom.

"Stop that!" she told him, as she prepared to give him the second of the six strokes.

Still on her knees, Miss Ramirez licked and swallowed the last of Michael's flavour and started to fondle her vagina, increasing the pressure as Ms Paris brought her arm back to strike Michael's bottom for a second time.

The boys alternated between watching the girl fondle her labia, flooding her inner thighs with wetness, and watching Michael strain to masturbate his cock in the hole between the bouts of stinging pain.

Michael was caned four more times, and she never softened her strokes, not even when Michael collapsed after the fourth, begging for her to stop. If anything, it inflamed her passion more, and she took delight in ordering him to place his sore cock, back through the hole again.

Jonathan hoped desperately that he would be able to last the full five minutes, but his hope started to die away as he watched the Spanish girl offering her body to Ms Paris to caress.

Despite his fear, the sight of the young woman being caressed by her mistress made his cock rampant.

The cane rose once more, but this time to run along the underside of his cock, sliding smoothly up and down the shaft and helping to bring him to full erection again.

Still weeping, he thrust his cock through the hole again and started to rhythmically masturbate as she fondled his tender bottom with one hand, and stroked his cock with the tip of the cane with the other before grasping it, sliding her fingers up and down it’s length.

“This is what you want, isn’t it my dear boy?”

Michael was speechless.

Her arms stretched around the apparatus and her nails nipping the crown of his cock as it immerged from the other side of the hole.

Mesmerised, unable to tear their eyes away, the boys watched Michael ejaculate for a second time, their mouths wide open as they saw a fountain of seed spurt over Ms Paris's hand and wrist.

"There! Wasn't that nice?" Ms Paris asked him, wiping herself and smiling pleasantly. “But you wasted your seed and even though it was under my ministrations your punishment will be to join either myself or Miss Ramirez in the pleasure chamber after every single punishment this week. Do you understand?”

"Oh! Yes Miss," Michael responded with an almost masochistic sense of eagerness.

“And if you perform exceptionally well,” continued Ms Paris, “we may permit you to ejaculate in the mouth of one of us, on one occasion, only, but your cunnilingus must be truly exceptional in order to deserve such a prize.”  

The boys stared, and began to tremble as they wandered who would be next.

"Right! Why don't we follow the eldest with the youngest, eh Jonathan?" she asked sweetly, “only this time Miss Ramirez can have a rest. I will test you, Jason.”

Jonathan sobbed and stepped forward, his mind urging him to run while his steps took him to the kneeling headmistress. He knew that Ms Paris was the master at this. Her ability to give oral pleasure was second to none, which was why most students prayed for the less experienced Miss Ramirez, if they were sentenced to orgasm-denial punishment. Ms Paris performed fellatio lovingly and with passion, whereas Miss Ramirez, although wonderfully proficient, was more mechanical with her approach. 

As he removed his shorts Ms Paris saw a wet patch in his underpants and smiled. Her eyes now sparkled as she waited for him to present his handsome cock to her.

"Now remember! You must last for five minutes, and don't even try to stop me, or it will be ten strokes for trying," Ms Paris told him.

He nodded his understanding, and his face burnt as he uncovered his flaccid cock that hung forlorn over his balls. Miss Ramirez’s giggle made him blush even more, but his embarrassment was forgotten, when Ms Paris took a gentle hold of it, lifting it slightly so she could pull the foreskin back and place her lips around its crown.

Her hot wet tongue flicked the crown and soon turned his gasp into a groan, one that ended with a rush of escaping breath as she suddenly slid her mouth fully over his cock, moving it backwards and forwards until it started to harden.

"Wow!" he gasped, his eyes firmly on the beautiful but sadistic headmistress as she wrapped her hand around his cock and sucked, bathing his abnormally huge erection in her hot saliva. Jerking with the pleasure she was giving him, he only just remembered the punishment for spending too early, and quickly turned his eyes away.

Her hands pulled, her teeth scraped and her tongue darted along his cock. Panting, Jonathan wondered who had painted the picture on the wall and how old it was. He found his hips rocking to the working of her mouth and told himself to stop. He sobbed with the urge to look down and watch her but didn't, looking out of the schoolroom window instead. 

Ms Paris played with his bottom, her fingers sending pleasure spiralling into his groin and another hand slid from his shaft to play with his balls, shooting immense pleasure up through his body, but she sucked even more strongly now and he could no longer stop himself looking down at her.

Her eyes met his, hot and eager, her mouth gripped tightly around his throbbing cock, sliding back and forth and trying to make him spend before the time expired. She even parted her thighs so that he could see her pretty vagina, in an effort to make him spend just that bit quicker. Then something happened, he couldn't tell what, but his breath suddenly doubled and he realised that he was going to spend.

Trying to stop her or trying to think of something else wouldn't work this time; he was going to spend. Wide eyed with the realisation of what that meant, he looked at Ms Paris and sobbed at the triumphant look on her face.

Then it happened, his hot seed rushing through his groin, building a pressure at the base of his cock and then – she stopped!

He had held her, jerking his cock back and forth in her mouth as his ejaculation dictated, until it would have been over and only his punishment would have remained, but it never happened.

"Not bad! Only would have been a minute early – but I’m not finished yet, you beautiful boy, Jonathan." Ms Paris told him, a grin on her face as she caressed the cane.

"Right! Come over here," she ordered.

Jonathan crept over to the penis stocks, hoping that his unjust punishment may result in the same release that Michael had received in Miss Ramirez’s mouth.

He adjusted the bar to his height and slipped his throbbing cock through the hole, his thighs widely parted so that his balls dangled freely and on view.

Ms Paris secured his wrists.

"Only two! So I'll have to make them good ones, won't I Jonathan?" Ms Paris said, tapping his lovely bottom with the cane. He could not feel the tapping of the cane, his mind blanketed by the awful realisation of what was about to occur. He could no longer breathe and, despite the roar in his ears, he clearly heard the soft whistle of the cane descending. Its sudden impact took all thought from the boy. The fierce pain was white hot, searing from his bottom to his brain, and then shooting down to his toes, causing him to rise as he quivered and screamed.

At first, he could think of nothing but the awful, invading, pain, then he remembered his cock in the velvet hole and thrust himself against it, jerking back and forth in a mad urge to have pleasure replace the pain.

He groaned and blushed, knowing that his friends were watching, and yet he was unable to control himself. Tingles of pleasure started to fight the heat swarming in his bottom and he panted and concentrated on that, twisting to feel the velvet ridge around his throbbing cock and sobbed with the small relief it afforded him.

"Right! Last stroke," Ms Paris announced breaking his concentration, and he returned to thinking about the pain again. The tears that had nearly stopped now came freely down his face as he obediently offered up his bottom to his mistress.

With awful and calculated precision, the cane came to tap the same line as the previous stroke and he gripped onto the handles of the trestle with greater effort.

Once more, there was that moment in which the cane no longer tapped him, nor whistled in descent. In it, Jonathan's breath stopped and his heart thudded slowly but loudly in his aching chest.

Tensing his muscles lifted his bottom and tightened it. The previous line, now turning a dark violet, stood out more vividly to those who watched.

Time ceased for Jonathan but for the awful dull beat of his heart. Then the whistle of the cane was heard, stopping all too quickly for the pain of it's landing to once again shoot through his tortured bottom.

His arching upwards thrust his cock through the hole and his shaking unintentionally excited him. Ms Paris, seeing it, jumped forward to hold the boy close to her. Crying with the pain, Jonathan wept against her bosom, the woman's hand fondling his bottom, tracing the angry cut lines she had caused, and her other hand urging his cock into a state of aching hardness.

With one hand she slowly and rhythmically masturbated him and with the other traced the two welts on his handsome bottom, rubbing the moistness of his blood droplets into his flesh and licking the salt from his tears.

"Now! Spend for me Jonathan, you enormous boy!" Ms Paris panted, gazing lovingly at his huge member and with that, clasped her lips over the head of his quivering penis as it protruded through the hole.

Pain merged with pleasure and before he knew it, Jonathan was spending, an agony of an orgasm that had his hot seed spurting into his mistress's cruel mouth in unbelievable volume to the point where it leaked from either side of her lips to be caught by her cupped waiting hand which she immediately, amorously devoured.

“Male seed will not be wasted within these walls!” She exclaimed.

The lesson continued with the remaining five boys. None succeeded in lasting the full five minutes of fellatio. Ms Paris took three of the boys and Miss Ramirez, the other two. Between the two of them, they had swallowed copious amounts of rich, pent-up adolescent sperm, accompanied by anguished cries of relief, followed by the caning of five sets of firm buttocks.

When they were finished, Ms Paris and Miss Ramirez could take it no longer, such was the intensity of their arousal; their clitoris’ were on fire.

“Michael” commanded Ms Paris to the young man, “To the pleasure chamber. NOW!”

Michael eagerly did as he was told. Cunnilingus was a turn on and a torture for all of the boys, who had to perform such an intimate act upon a beautiful woman without being permitted an orgasm himself. Oh, but the erotic splendour and sexual scent of a woman’s most intimate anatomy, the soft texture, the sweet taste, the moans of pleasure almost sent him over the edge four months ago, soon after he had first arrived at the school. A damp creamy patch had been discovered on his bed sheet and Miss Ramirez had handled his punishment almost to the point of losing her mind with passion. Seeing her desperation, Ms Paris had authorised an order for Michael to perform upon Miss Ramirez in the pleasure chamber, immediately afterwards – the effect of which was an erect, lacerated penis which had almost ejaculated spontaneously – fortunately for Michael, it didn’t happen.

Although, this would be his first time for pleasuring Ms Paris.

Ms Paris turned to Miss Ramirez who was already stroking the fires between her own legs.

“Since you’ve decided the start already, I’ll go first with Michael,” Said Ms Paris in a very authoritarian voice.

“Of course, Ma’am,” was the young Spanish girl’s humble response; her fingers rotating around her soaking-wet clitoris with even further vigour...... 

To be continued.....

Masturbation: Prohibited

The Paramount Rule – Part 2 by Tanya Simmonds

Michael followed Miss Ramirez with Ms Paris in front down the steps into the punishment room.

It was a fascinating environment, the walls constructed primarily from slats of birch-pine, similar to a sauna and comfortably warm.

Three sets of manacles at the end of chains dangled from the wooden ceiling. At the far side of the room was a soft leather-covered bench sporting two pairs of manacles for the wrists and ankles, which was used for flogging boys in a horizontal position.

In the centre of the room were other penis stocks, this one with a thick leather belt around the back which would be pulled around the boy’s buttocks and secured, ensuring that his penis stayed firmly through the hole. Beneath the hole was a small adjustable platform, which, after the penis had been fellated to erection, would be raised and locked into place where the boy’s member could rest upon it.

At the end of the platform which was closest to the body, were two cords hanging down which were used to bind tightly around the base of the penis in order to prevent the boy from losing his erection as the knotted penis whip lashed across it repeatedly.

Hanging from the walls were various different sizes and styles of whips and multiple canes.

Ms Paris reached the end of the steps and turned to her immediate left, reaching into her pocket and removing a small key which she inserted into a keyhole in the pine wall. One could barely make out the outline of the door to the pleasure chamber given that its design was similar to a secret compartment.

The key hole was the only immediate giveaway.

Ms Paris opened the door and removed her skirt. As was her usual style, she was without any form of undergarment. There was a clothing hook on the wall to the right of the small chamber upon which she deposited her skirt, not removing any other article of clothing. Her silken white blouse and high heeled shoes remained upon her person.

Michael followed her and waited outside the open door as his headmistress took the two steps up onto the cunnilingus chair and sat down with her legs parted along the leather-cushioned “V” shaped frame, her knees bent with her shoes resting upon two foot-rests.

Miss Ramirez walked over to the horizontal whipping bench and lay across it, parting her legs and began to gently stroke the fires between her legs, taking extra care not to orgasm given that she wanted to reserve that for Michael’s tongue.

“Begin!” Ms Paris Commanded Michael in an erotically stern manner.

Michael stepped into the chamber, closed the door behind him and knelt down in front of Ms Paris beautiful vagina, the dark brown curls framing the pink, wet spectacle of her womanhood.

He began to kiss and lick his mistress’ labia, probing his tongue into her sex and gently sucking the flesh whilst drowning in the ecstasy of her scent. Despite his two orgasms within the last half hour, his penis began to stiffen almost immediately.

Ms Paris groaned with delight and cried out with pleasure as Michael built his way up to her clitoris.

“Aaahhh, yes! Do it! Do it! You beautiful boy.... Aaahhhh......oh yes,” she cried with her head tossed back as her hands caressed the light brown hair on the head which was between her legs.

Michael placed the flat of his tongue against Ms Paris’ clitoris and began to lick with increased rapidity for almost a full five minutes, spurring on the sexually desperate woman towards a shattering climax.

“Aaahhhh, yes, oh, Michael, yes...yes...yes...i’m going to...aaahhh....aaaahhhh...”   

And with that Ms Paris spent herself, a torrent of clear, female ejaculatory fluid, flooding Michael’s lips. He tried to swallow as much of her precious juices as he could whilst slowing his tongue down upon the now sensitive clitoris, allowing his mistress a gentle come-down in the warm after-glow of orgasm.

Ms Paris regained her senses and sat up. Michael assisted her as she stepped off the cunnilingus chair and removed her skirt from the hook.

“That was excellent, Michael,” she said. “Keep that up and you may just get your reward.” As she said this, she slid her hand up and down his throbbing penis, collecting his pre-cum from the slit and using it as a lubricant. Michael almost lost his senses with a maddening desire for, yet another ejaculation.

“But not today,” she cruelly added as she removed her hand.

Having placed her skirt back on she opened the door and spoke to Miss Ramirez who was still leisurely masturbating upon the whipping bench.

“Ok, my dear - he’s all yours.” And with that Ms Paris began to ascend the steps and return to her day, totally satiated – at the very least for now.

Miss Ramirez hurriedly stepped off of the bench and made her way across to the pleasure chamber.

Once she was in place, astride the cunnilingus chair, Michael knelt down and got to work on the younger woman in the same way that he had with Ms Paris – the way that Celia Ramirez had originally taught him.

Celia came almost as quickly as Ms Paris crying out with the pleasure of her release, spraying Michael’s face with her spending.

She sat back for a moment, savouring the peaceful sensation of release as Michael wiped his mouth and chin.

“Stand up and let me see,” Miss Ramirez ordered him.

Michael did as he was told and stood from his kneeling position and watched as Miss Ramirez’s gaze shot down towards his throbbing penis.

“Have you ever engaged in sexual intercourse with a woman before, Michael?” she asked sexily.

“N-N-No Miss,” he replied.

“Still a virgin, are you?”

“I suppose so, Miss,” he replied, a little embarrassed.

Celia leaned back and spread her legs a little further apart.

“Put your huge manhood inside me. NOW!” She ordered

Michael could hardly believe his ears. His heart was beating violently.

“But don’t you dare come, do you understand?” she commanded.

“I don’t think that I will be able to stop myself Miss.” He whimpered

“That’s ok,” she replied, “you will just have to have your back and penis whipped again, won’t you,” she responded with not even the most remote trace of compassion or humanity in her evil voice.

Michael stepped forward, and eased his dripping erection into her warm, wet, velvet womanhood. He had never experienced anything like it, before. It was a sensation even more divine than a woman’s mouth.

Celia moaned with pleasure as his erection brushed against her cervix.

“Faster,” she ordered.

Michael increased his pace, however after three minutes; the pleasure was driving him absolutely wild.

“Faster,” she cried again, “don’t you dare slow down.”

Michael cried out, sensing his ejaculation approach with Celia’s orgasm simultaneously.

“Not inside me, not inside me!” she cried as she came for the second time.

With that, he withdrew as a thick rope of semen issued forth from his body to land across Miss Ramirez’s vulva, pubic hair and abdomen, followed by another-and another and another, until he slumped down, his head reeling, his breathing laboured and his mind disoriented.

Celia Ramirez stood up, the semen dripping from her abdomen and pussy down to her shapely legs. She looked down to where he had been reduced to his knees.

“Mmmm – spending your seed on my body - I wonder what delicious punishment Ms Paris will award you for that?” A cruel grin eased from the corner of her mouth as she stepped over Michael and walked out of the pleasure chamber and back up the stairs.

Her vagina began to drip again as she considered the reality that Michael’s memory of losing his virginity would be accompanied by the memory of some terrible pain for the rest of his life. 

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During the course of that week, four punishments were meted out for masturbation. On the third occasion, a seventeen year old boy named Adam received twelve lashes to his back and penis for actually being caught in the act by Celia Ramirez.

She had discovered him behind one of the pre-fabricated sheds used for storage outside in the vastly spacious garden when she had leisurely strolled out for some afternoon air when she heard a faint rustling sound. Following the trail of the sound she spotted Adam, an athletic, blond-haired, extremely handsome boy, sliding his fingers up and down his quivering shaft. She had permitted him to continue until the brink of release when she spat – “And what do you think you’re doing?”

The boy felt his heart rise into his mouth and his throbbing penis began to deflate immediately.

“You are going to pay a very heavy price for this disgusting display of self-abuse,” threatened Celia – and a heavy price he paid indeed.

Ms Paris set Adam’s punishment at one hour of orgasm denial fellatio to be performed by Miss Ramirez, who made a point of flicking the tip of her tongue upon his fraenulum on the underside of the crown of his penis in order to give him the most desperate desire to ejaculate, followed by twelve lashes across his erection in accordance with his size of seven inches in length and five inches around the girth – followed by twelve lashes across his back.

His back and penis were stinging excruciatingly following his chastisement and while still chained in the punishment room, he broke down; sobbing with the pain and the shame of masturbation, all the time struggling to keep his eyes away from the beautiful, lithe naked body of Celia Ramirez.

Her vaginal secretions were oozing from her womanhood and finding their way onto her inner thighs. She was again desperate for some cunnilingus, however this time she was in for a shock.

She had released Adam and walked upstairs to Ms Paris’ office to ask permission for Michael to meet her in the pleasure chamber – only this time, permission was denied!

Selina had considered that asking permission was a futile exercise if it were to be granted on every single occasion and she decided that, occasionally, she needed to express to Celia who was in charge - a reminder so to speak. Celia was not happy. That day, she returned to the punishment room and masturbated vigorously upon the whipping bench, however the relationship between Selina Paris and Celia Ramirez was now becoming quite strained.

Friday afternoon arrived and Michael’s pleasuring duties for the week had come to an end. It was always destined to be an anti-climax given that his cunnilingus had been of the most exceptional standard and quality, however he knew that any reward was not going to be the equal of the terrible punishment which awaited him for ejaculating upon Miss Ramirez. Selina suspected what had happened in that Celia had broken the cardinal rule of engaging in vaginal intercourse with a pupil, however no boy would ever admit to this, which in turn, helped to re-enforce Celina’s implied denial. The story told to Ms Paris was that Michael had experienced an involuntary ejaculation following Celia’s cunnilingus which had sprayed Miss Ramirez’s abdomen. Ms Paris had not decided upon the appropriate penalty for this given that it was difficult for her to imagine anything more extreme than that which already existed in her regular punishment practices.

As he entered Ms Paris’s office, Michael was wrought with anxiety which was clearly apparent. Selina sat behind her desk, her shapely legs crossed and a stern, oppressive visage aimed ominously at Michael’s eyes.

“I have spent all week contemplating your punishment Michael,” she said ominously. “After everything that I have taught you, you lose control AFTER ejaculating twice previously and you have the unmitigated audacity to spray Miss Ramirez with your sinful seed.”

Michael lowered his head in shame.

“Well, I have decided how I am going to deal with you. If there was any way that I could get away with it legally, I would sentence you to penectomy, do you know what that is?” she asked.

“No, Miss,” he replied.

“It’s something which I have learned is a penalty for masturbation in one of the prisons in Turkey.” She had learned of this on one of her many travels, when she had had a passionate love affair with the governor of this particular gaol. He had told her that his ex-wife often executed the sentence along with supervising and authorising many floggings.

“Penectomy is where your penis is cut off with a special guillotine,” she said casually.

Michael shuddered and visibly reeled in horror.

“But you needn’t worry about that today, Michael. I have decided that, although your pleasuring this week has been exceptional – YOU SHALL NOT RECEIVE YOUR FELLATIO RELIEF!”

Michael was almost relieved. Was that it? Was that to be the extent of his penalty?

“Additionally, you will receive your floggings to your back and penis and you will receive orgasm denial fellatio every single night for one week and I will administer all of it.”

Michael’s heart raced with fear. “Y-yes, miss,” he said weakly.

“Now go down to the punishment room and we will begin,” she ordered.

Michael stood up and walked out of the office and headed downstairs towards his doom.

Selina sat for a moment smiling and luxuriating in the knowledge of his fear and devastation.

Selina entered the punishment room with Michael waiting at the bottom of the steps. She removed her Clothing all save for her medium-heeled boots and placed her garments onto a hanger upon the pine wall.

As Michael entered, his head hung low, Selina commanded him: “Get over there!” -pointing over to the penis stocks.

Michael complied, while removing his shirt, pants and underwear as he watched Ms Paris’ beautiful naked form walk over to him.

She came up behind him and gripped his penis which began to stiffen immediately as her hand slowly slid up and down the rampant shaft. Once his erection was brought to its maximum impressive size, Ms Paris slid it through the whole in the stocks and then proceeded to shackle his wrists to the sides of the frame. Once completed, she took the large, thick belt which was dangling, attached to the left of the frame and snaked it around his buttocks to pull it through the belt loop to the right of the frame, pulling it extremely tight in order to ensure that he could not move so much as an inch and his huge phallus would remain inserted through the hole with no means of escape.

Once he was secured in place, Selina walked around him slowly, menacingly - like a cat would taunt its prey. Coming around to the front, she knelt down, her knees resting upon a small square cushion which was affixed to the ground. At this position, Michael’s penis was in line with Ms Paris’ mouth. She took his throbbing member into her hands and began to rhythmically masturbate him.

“Aaahhh...” came his groans of delight.

And with that, Selina reached her head forward and took the crown of his member between her lips.

Michael gasped as he always did when he was fellated by Ms Paris. The sensation was simply divine.

  

Selina groaned as she slid her mouth back and forth along his length, deep-throating him all the way, her tongue stroking the underside of his manhood.

“Ooohhh, Ms Paris...oooohhhh, please d-d-don’t stop...”

Selina continued to groan lovingly as she sucked him, gradually building up her speed as her mouth masturbated him, building him up to a crescendo after only three minutes.

“Aaahh....aaaahh....please Miss.... please let me....aaahhh.”

Selina timed it perfectly – as the moment of ejaculation arrived, with the veins on Michael’s penis raised almost to bursting point – she withdrew and leaving Michael almost sobbing with devastation.

She reached under his penis in order to raise up the small platform attached to a ratchet mechanism which enabled the platform to click into place which, in turn, allowed his erection to rest upon it. Selina took the two cords which were dangling from either end of the platform and wrapped them around the base of Michael’s penis. Tying a loop around it, she pulled it tight, causing Michael to gasp as it pinched the skin at the base of his erection. Having securely knotted it, she stood up.

“That should keep it stiff for a while,” she said casually and walked over to the wall and selected a penis whip from among many. She ran her fingers through the knotted tongues, lovingly and then stroked them, teasingly across Michael’s tumescence.

“Suffer for me, Michael,” she said, her breathing becoming laboured and with that, she raised her arm and brought the whip down onto his penis with viscous force.

“Eeeegghhh....,” screamed Michael in response to the searing pain.

“ONE!” Counted Ms Paris.

And with that she brought the whip down a second time to raise an even louder howl as she had strategically placed it across the first wound.

She continued to raise welts across the length of his shaft until by the sixth stroke, his entire cock was ablaze. Subsequent placings could only now be laid across existing lashes and as Michael’s screams became all he more extreme, Selina was left with little choice but to reach between her legs in order to stroke her inflamed clitoris.

“OHHHH....,” she gasped as the tenth stroke landed across him.

Michael screamed with every stroke, actually cursing himself for being so well-endowed. How would he endure another three lashes of this kind?

However, endure it he did. When it was over and Selina had untied the cords and dropped the platform, his penis hung limp – a mass of welts and bleeding flesh.

Selina unshackled him and removed the securing belt from around his buttocks, gently and maternally helping a weeping Michael out of his captivity.

He was quivering with pain and fear.

“It’s all right Michael,” she said tenderly “I’ll help you over.” She led him across to where two over-hanging shackles protruded from the roof of the punishment room.

Her demeanour was almost perverse in the way with which she was leading him towards further agonizing torture – with compassion.

“Raise you arms, darling,” she ordered warmly. Michael complied and she secured his wrists into the shackles in preparation for his flogging.

Selina selected a cat-o-nine-tails from the wall and unveiled the cats, allowing them to hang free and independent of one another in order to produce the maximum pain.

Thirteen across his back, she thought; I must make ever one count.

Selina took a step back and brought her arm back before slashing the whip across his naked shoulders.

He screamed a hideous roar of pain as the knots tore through the superficial upper layers of skin.

“ONE!” cried Selina.

And again.

“TWO!”

And again.

“THREE!”

Michael’s screams could be heard two stories above them.

The forth and fifth strokes were placed towards the middle of his back as a part of a journey towards his buttocks which was to leave Michael painted with welts from top to bottom.

By the eleventh stroke, there was silence. Selina was in a frenzy of sexual passion as her fingers rapidly rotated around her clitoris. This was by far the most viscous flogging that she had ever meted out – and Michael had lost consciousness.

Selina continued to lash him until he had received his thirteen strokes – and she had received her shattering orgasm through vigorous masturbation during the floggings.

She sat down on the horizontal whipping bench until she had gained her senses.

Selina looked up at Michael’s limp form, his back totally lacerated, her breathing heavy with both the exertion of the punishment and the euphoria of masturbatory release, not to mention the angered pangs of jealousy.

“I know that you fucked him you little bitch!” she murmured.

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Michael was released and helped by Ms Paris into her bedroom, where he was carefully laid face-down onto her king-sized four-poster bed, with a cool dampened cloth closed around his tortured penis.

Selina reached into a drawer and brought out a jar of soothing anti-septic ointment and began to very carefully apply it to Michael’s back. He winced slightly; however, she was so gentle with him that it was actually a relief to experience the cool applications to his stinging back and buttocks.

Selina drew a line of ointment along a deep cut across Michael’s shoulders and a sense of dread went through her. How on Earth could she have been so cruel? What actually possessed her to commit such heinous acts of sadism? And why did she experience such ecstatic sexual arousal as a result of it?

These thoughts permeated her mind and filled her soul with a need to show kindness to this sweet boy.

Despite the dreadful soreness which Michael was suffering, the touch of Ms Paris’s delicate hands upon his flesh caused his lacerated penis to stir beneath him.

On completion of the application of ointment to Michael’s back, Selina asked him to roll over slowly onto to smooth silk sheets.

Michael was apprehensive for two reasons; firstly because of the tenderness of his back and secondly because of his fear as to her reaction at seeing his tumescent reaction.

“Please, Miss. Do I have to turn over?” He pleaded. “I’m so sore.”

“Just roll over slowly. The satin sheets are very cool,” she replied, gently helping him over.

He settled onto his back comfortably with his penis standing proudly to attention.

“Oh, Michael,” she said sympathetically. “Even after such a flogging, your male instincts prevail.”

She took a generous amount of ointment into her right hand and began to smooth it along Michael’s long, thick and scourged manhood.

“Oohhh....Miss,” he moaned. “That feels so wonderful.”

“I know it does, Michael,” she replied smiling, “but please don’t think that I’m doing this for your sexual pleasure. Your wounds need to be tended to.”

“y-y-yes, Miss,” he murmured as her cream-covered hand circled his throbbing erection, paying special attention to the glans and fraenulum with just enough pressure to drive him mad with desire, however not quite enough to induce orgasm.

His penis felt like it was burning from within, so desperate was his desire to ejaculate. It had been one week since he last came – all over Miss Ramirez, and his hormones were at their peak. This was a boy who had been used to masturbating twice per day before he was sent to Ms Paris’ school.

“I know that I have been terribly cruel, Michael,” she said “but I will make it up to you, once your body has healed.”

Michael was bewildered. “I thought that you had said that I was to be denied release,” he said.

“We’ll see,” was Selina’s response, her stimulating hand persistently caressing the young man’s dribbling phallus. “You will be spared class for the next three days, and you will sleep in this bed with me where I can care for you.”

Michael was speechless; to actually sleep with Ms Paris? How on Earth would he cope with such sexual arousal without touching himself?

Despite the gentleness of Ms Paris’ touch, Michael sensed to onset of ejaculation beginning within his loins. The veins on his penis stood out, proudly embossed and Selina’s fingers detected the sudden steel-like rigidity, at which point she withdrew her hand and looked down into Michael’s involuntarily pleading eyes. A look of compassion came across her face as she gazed at him.

“Oh, you sweet boy,” she said and with that, bent down to kiss him gently on the lips, allowing for just a moment, her tongue to slip into his mouth.

And then she pulled away.

“Lie here and rest,” she said. “I will return shortly.”

As she departed, Michael lay back on the bed, bewildered and incredibly sexually frustrated, his penis still rampant and desperate for some stimulation, however it was so lacerated, it would not be possible to masturbate with adequate vigour.

This was an exquisite torture.

As the week went by, Selina continued to teach in class whilst retiring to her room for the evening to a well-cared-for Michael. For the first two evenings, she continued to sooth the wounds to his back and penis with salve, for which improvement occurred quite rapidly. Michael, during his six month stay at Oakpark Grange had noticed that penile tissue healed with greater rapidity than any other part of his body. By the third night following his flogging, his penis was no longer sore and displayed only the most superficial reddening which made his desire to masturbate whilst lying next to Ms Paris all the more desperate.

It was on this third night at 7.30 pm that Selina returned to the room, to discover Michael lying, wearing nothing save for his underwear upon her bed. She gazed upon his lean and youthful form with a sense of aching desire.

“Hello, my darling,” she said amorously. “I told you that I would make up for your sufferings, and now I wish to make true upon my promise.”

Michael was apprehensive. What did she have in mind?

“Tonight,” she continued, “I will give you your so eagerly needed sexual release. It is, after all, a matter of protecting your health.”

“I-I don’t understand, Ms Paris,” replied Michael.

“Well,” she replied “It was only ever my intention to teach you boys self control. It has come to my attention that to deny a young man any form of sexual outlet may not be entirely beneficial.”

She began to disrobe, providing Michael with yet another display of her erotic beauty, culminating in the splendour of the triangle of brown curls which graced her groin. He began to become erect immediately, independent of his own conscious control, the bulge, of which in his under garments, became apparent.

“Relax, my darling,” she said softly. “Allow me to assist in the treatment of your well being.”

And with that, she climbed up onto the bed and gently removed his under pants to reveal his throbbing erection which sprang forth from within its confinement.

Selina clasped his organ between her fingers and casually lowered her head towards it, snaking her tongue around its head, which, in turn raised an ecstatic groan from its recipient. Gently - oh so gently – Selina slipped her lips over the dome of Michael’s penis, moaning passionately as she did so – slowly swallowing the full length of his shaft right down to the base before sliding back up again to the tip, repeating the movement, gradually, over time building up speed until she was vigorously masturbating him with her highly practiced mouth – building him up to a crescendo – at which point, she slowed her pace – keeping the boy on a high for several moments until his imminent urgency had abated, before plunging her mouth down again to the accompaniment of Michael’s cries of tortured angiush, for he knew not that her intention on this occasion was not to punish him, but rather to extend his ecstasy for the purpose of producing the most volcanic of ejaculations, one which she knew would be the product of ten days of highly stimulated, highly hormonal agony; an orgasm which would produce torrent upon torrent of thick adolescent semen, rich in precious, healthy spermatozoa.

Never had Michael experienced such absolute sexual excitement as Selina’s tongue continually brushed against the underside of his erection; plunging up and down with obsessive vigour – his cries of pleasure, a drone of urgent, carnal delight.

“P-please miss,” he pleaded, more so than ever before; “please don’t stop – I BEG YOU!”

Selina withdrew her mouth whilst immediately clasping Michael’s penis, masturbating him, merely to respond to his pleas.

“Don’t worry, my angel,” she said tenderly. “You will spend.”

And immediately she sank her warm, wet lips onto his penis one last time, thoroughly fellating him; moaning passionately and lustfully as was always her way until the spasms began, his manhood becoming as rigid as steel.

Michael screamed!

His penis began to issue forth a thick emission which Selina Paris collected into her eager, waiting mouth – spurt after spurt – with greater volume than she could accommodate. At this point, she withdrew her lips again and continued to stimulate the boy manually, allowing the remainder of his precious seed to flood her visage.

Knowing of a males’ sensitivity following ejaculation, she slowed down her pace accordingly until the boy was totally spent; her right hand, wrist and face literally smothered in Michael’s hot, thick, white seed – a generous amount covering his penis also. She tenderly sank her lips down again, not in a stimulating movement but rather a gentle collective one, in order to clean his satiated organ, collecting the last available traces of his seminal offerings.

In a moment, so totally removed from her established, sadistic character, Selina rested her mouth against Michael’s deflating manhood as he sank back onto the sheets, utterly spent.

She mouthed an almost silent admission.

“Oh, I love you, my dear boy!”           

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One month later, all of the students had returned to their homes; their academic prowess greatly improved, but their masturbation addictions greatly heightened.

Selina Paris was almost at a loss as to what to do with herself for the remainder of the summer. Celia remained with her and for the first two weeks, they had engaged in numerous episodes of mutual cunnilingus with one another, however, Selina had decided that she needed a man. She needed to experience the feeling of a substantial penis inside her hungry orifice again. It had been almost five years since she had enjoyed a real “fuck.”

Hassan had been her last – the Turkish prison warden whom she had met on her travels during a summer break.

It was, perhaps the practices which occurred within the walls of this jail which had encouraged her sadistic temperament, enhanced by the relentless orgasms which she had received during her converse with him in Turkey.

Hassan was a tall, muscular man in his late forties with jet black hair and beyond any shadow of a doubt, the largest penis that she had ever seen on any man. Her ex-husband, a politician named Samuel was average in that department, around six inches in length as were the majority of her students. It was, in truth, the more well-endowed boys such as Michael and Jason who had caught her attention. But Hassan was possessed of mammoth proportions, sporting a ten inch erection with a seven inch girth which hung at seven inches when flaccid.

Selina decided to write to him, extending to him an invitation to visit her in England during the summer break, with the promise of unimaginable sexual ecstasy with her.

Hassan responded with great enthusiasm and having secured three weeks leave from his post, sailed to England within two weeks of receiving her letter. Their first night together was one of incomparable passion. Selina had received seven orgasms within the first three hours of sex with this rampant barbarian and two mouthfuls of his hot seed; however this union was not without its difficulties. Selina had been given little choice but to politely introduce Hassan to Celia who had immediately caught his attention.

Despite three nights of dining out in the most extravagant restaurants and enjoying some of the more prestigious theatres, Selina began to feel when Hassan made love to her that he was fantasising about Celia.

With this in mind she set a little trap for the two of them.

She had decided to tell them that she was going to run an errand one afternoon and would be returning to Oakpark Grange in a couple of hours – effectively, leaving them alone together. In truth, she had merely circled the grounds and snuck in through the back entrance.

She had crept around the school, following the sound of Hassan and Celia’s voices to Celia’s bedroom.

What was the little bitch thinking, taking him into her room?

“So what is your prison like?” Selina heard Celia ask Hassan, through the door.

“Very harsh, by British standards,” he replied in his thick Turkish accent.

“Tell me,” Celia demanded. Selina could detect the sadistic enthusiasm in the young woman’s voice.

“Well,” he replied, “floggings are frequent. Prisoners are kept in very rough – what would you call it – er – dun-geen?”

“Dungeons,” she corrected him with orgasmic glee.

“Yes, dungeons,” he continued. “Crime is not tolerated in my country. Criminals in my prison are fed minimum food; worked very hard.”

“Oh, how wonderful,” said Celia sincerely. “Are they ever allowed to have sex?”

“No,” he answered with vocal conviction. “No sex. No – er – hand relief; nothing.”

Celia’s vagina began to moisten.

“No hand relief?” she asked. “Well, what do you do with the ones that you catch doing it?”

“Now, we flog them,” he answered. “Fifty lashes.”

“Fifty lashes!” Exclaimed Celia, “that’s amazing.” Her excitement was undeniable.

“No, not really,” said Hassan. “My ex-wife – my Anja; she was in charge of punishments at one time. Three times caught at hand relief and she would cut off their cocks.” Hassan bowed his head in sorrow as he revealed: “until I caught her with one of my most trusted guards. They were fucking in a cell together; THE BITCH!”

“Maybe you just need another wife, yes?” suggested Celia.

Hassan looked upon her with great lust.

“I would marry you in a moment, my girl,” he offered.

Outside the door, Selina sensed her own blood beginning to boil within her veins.

“Oh steady, now,” Celia teased, whilst secretly relishing the idea of travelling to Turkey to be the wife of a prison warden where she would have the opportunity to be, not only a kept woman, but also to be an administrator of the most brutal of tortures.

“I can’t just marry any man,” she said seductively. “I have very specific expectations, Hassan. Let me see what you can offer me.”

With that, Celia dropped to her knees and unbuckled Hassan’s pants, pulling them down and then following with his underpants. As his underpants were slid down, Celia thought that the journey along the length of his cock would never stop. When it did, she just kneeled there, transfixed – face to face with the most enormous example of manhood that she had ever witnessed.

Finally, she spoke.

“My God,” she said. “I have to see what happens to it when I do this!”

Celia leaned forward and took the end of his phallus into her mouth. He stiffened immediately; erecting to his full ten inches. Celia was unable to go down on much more than half of him, however of that half, she began to suck vigorously.

After sixty seconds of fellatio – the bedroom door swung open to reveal Selina Paris in the doorway - her eyes – a living manifestation of rage.

“YOU BITCH!” She spat.

Celia withdrew her mouth from Hassan’s penis. Hassan himself had a look upon his face which could be described only as one of horror at that moment, his penis deflating rapidly.

“I want the both of you out of my home by tomorrow morning,” she ordered. “You have both betrayed me. I NEVER WANT TO SEE EITHER OF YOU AGAIN! Celia, I will leave your final payment on the kitchen table. Take it and never contact me again.”

Celia and Hassan bowed their heads in disgrace as Selina marched away to her room.

The following morning, Celia and Hassan had departed apparently together. Selina remained at Oakpark Grange.

The pupils were gone. Miss Victoria was visiting her puritanical family in Portsmouth for the summer and Celia Ramirez had been exiled with her new lover.

Selina Paris was now totally alone. A feeling of sadness overcame her and fell into her chair behind the desk in her office, utterly deflated.

She considered the mess that she had made of her life and contemplated where her future lay.....

                                       TO BE CONCLUDED....

Authors note: this will not be an easy story to conclude given that there are two “cliff-hangers” which can no longer be directly connected, for example:

What will happen to Selina?

Celia will be in Turkey with Hassan. What will happen with the two of them?

For this reason, THERE WILL BE TWO CONCLUDING CHAPTERS.

COMING IN 2006:

The Paramount Rule – part 3: The Last Pupil

AND

Paramount Rule – The Gaol.

Tanya Simmonds

25/5/2006

This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

    

Masturbation: Prohibited

The Paramount Rule – part 3: The Last Pupil

Two years had passed since Selina Paris had caught her lover Hassan and her young assistant tutor Celia Ramirez engaged in a sexual act with one another and banished them both from Oakpark Grange. During this time, she had decided to retire from supervising adolescent boys as headmistress of the school and had chosen to tour various parts of Europe in order to absorb culture; make new acquaintances and perhaps, at long last find the love of a good man. Finding a wealthy man was not her concern. As a result of her own family fortune, combined with her quite generous out-of-court divorce settlement eight years previously, she would never again be wanting materialistically. Her focus during her travels was of a more sexual nature, specifically her fascination – or rather – obsession, with sexually well-endowed men.

Selina had spent many an hour contemplating the reason behind this obsession. She knew that it was not related to sexual pleasure, per se; after all, a woman’s most pleasurable sexual sensory nerve endings are to be found within the first four inches within the vaginal cavern. No – Selina Paris’ desires were of a much more psychological nature and on a superficial level, she understood why: a well endowed man represented the symbol of powerful masculinity (albeit not a necessarily founded concept) which, in turn would feed her desire to control and dominate the masculine form; the greater the size of the man’s organ – the greater the victory in controlling it.

Such had become her nature. She had never particularly hated males; she had rather taken pleasure and comfort in knowing that she could control them. Despite the fact that she had been unable to fulfil her desires upon her travels, she was, nonetheless reluctant to return to her position as a disciplinarian for young men, however, she still had a requirement for a home – a place to settle – and for this reason, she had decided to return to Oakpark Grange.

Olga Victoria had managed to care for and maintain the property during Selina’s extended absence, however this had not compensated for the silence and solitude which would befall any who entered the place during this time.

Olga Victoria was fifty-eight years of age, a puritanical pillar of the community and advocate of chastity. She had been driven almost mad by the loneliness of her predicament, during Selina’s absence and had taken to the local public houses in search of company, which had resulted in several nights of orgasmic pleasure at Oakpark Grange with a number of male patron drinkers – experiences which had instilled within her a sense of self-loathing which had caused her to experience an increased sense of disgust regarding sexuality and the male gender, purely resulting from the shame which had overcome her. However, this had not suppressed her desire to improve her own physical appearance in order to attract members of the opposite sex and she had transformed herself from her original “old maid” presentation into an extremely slender, well groomed and glamorous woman; her emerald green eyes framed by her shapely sculpted sandy-coloured hair.

During the first six weeks following Selina’s return, many applications for admission to the school had been rejected. Selina was simply disinterested in pursuing teaching and discipline. She had never embarked upon this venture on financial grounds although her fees were very high. The cost of admission was more of a statement than a profit.

Selina had become highly reputable as a headmistress whose success with improving the academic skills of her pupils was well known in affluent circles, however all that was known about her other activities was that she forbade masturbation and administered corporal punishment to transgressors. Nothing had ever been revealed by her former pupils about her punishment room, pleasure chamber and orgasm denial punishment.

Despite her initial unwillingness to resume her work, one letter which she had received caused her to contemplate a unique exception. The letter in question had come from Lady Jane Parmenter, an acquaintance from many years previously who had married Lord Parmenter immediately following a surprise pregnancy. An illegitimate child would have seriously affected the social credibility and social standing of their family and so they had become a new family in their own right with their son, James – now eighteen years of age.

The letter from Jane described her difficulties with her boy as his being mal-enthused, lazy, he didn’t work and that she did not know what to do with him. She also described her extreme disturbance at the number of times that she had discovered multiple yellow stains on his bed sheets, knowing what this was evidence of and wrote to Selina: “.....would I be correct in my understanding that you are quite adept in helping to treat boys who suffer with this difficulty?”

Selina smiled at the way in which her naive old friend wrote on this matter; the avoidance at all costs of the use of the dreaded “M” word and her uneducated presumption that masturbation was an illness – a form of “self-abuse.” 

Just one single pupil; tutored privately between her and the boy?

She had never actually done that before and given that James was the son of her friend she considered it to be a rather wonderful proposition.

On contemplation, she agreed to an interview with both Jane and James and was stunned at how handsome he had become. He had radiant blue eyes, chiselled cheek bones, perfect blonde hair and stood tall at over six feet. Selina, during the meeting gazed surreptitiously at his hands and noted that they were the hands of a pianist; broad and long fingered.

My God, she thought. He must be enormous between his legs!

With that thought, Selina began to secrete lubrication between her own legs and in that moment, she agreed to take the boy into her supervision. Jane was ecstatic and James had been given no alternative; he was to either comply with his mother’s humiliating proposal – or be cast out of the family home to fend for his useless self.

A date was set for the following week on Monday morning. At nine o’ clock in the morning, James was delivered with two suitcases by a chauffeur to the main gate of Oakpark Grange.

He was greeted by the stern Olga Victoria and shown to his room which was comfortable and extremely well kept. The only thing which James found to be odd was a small hole in the door set at eye level.

On disposing of his belongings, Miss Victoria turned and spoke to James curtly.

“Ms Paris is waiting for you in her office,” she said. “I will take you to her.”

James looked at her with apprehension. This was a woman who was very blunt and to the point. Not to be denied.

“Well come on,” she scolded him. “I haven’t got all day!”

And with that he followed her downstairs to Ms Paris’ office. Olga knocked on her door and Selina responded from within:

“Enter!”

They entered and Miss Victoria departed after being dismissed.

“Take a seat James,” Selina said warmly.

James did as was asked of him and took a seat opposite Ms Paris’, with the desk situated between them.

“Well, what a beautiful young man you have grown into,” she said admiringly.

James was more than a little embarrassed by this remark. Like most males, James found Ms Paris to be extremely attractive which accentuated his discomfort.

“You will address me as Ms Paris,” she continued. “I will be solely responsible for your care and discipline. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ms Paris,” he replied.

“Good. Now there are matters which we must discuss regarding your conduct here at Oakpark Grange,” her tone was stern and professional, an approach which James found strangely arousing.

“There are numerous rules which you must learn,” she informed him. “However there is one rule which is paramount and I will spell it out now; whilst you are under my supervision – MASTURBATION IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN!”

James felt his heart beginning to pound. My God, he thought. Three months without any sexual relief? How will I cope? And why would she wish to enforce such cruelty?

“I realise that your sexual hormones are at their peak at your age, however; academic failure and lack of character can often be attributed to the fact that those biological urges divert the mind away from more productive and wholesome pursuits and into the more base and demeaning realm of impure thoughts.”

As she said this, James averted his eyes downwards, as if in shame.

My, what a hypocrite you are, woman! Selina considered to herself

“I will help you with this problem,” she said, looking at him with some degree of compassion. “I am going to ask you a number of questions and you have my word that there will be no reprisals for truthful answers, however – there will be penalties for untruthful ones and believe me – I CAN TELL THE DIFFERENCE!”

James looked up at her with a look of fear in his eyes. Selina stood up and walked around the table to sit on a chair beside him. Her tone altered quite dramatically, from a stern authoritarian to a gentle, compassionate and almost loving approach.

Taking the palms of James’ hands into her own, the two of them sitting face to face, she leaned forwards and spoke to him making perfect, intimate eye contact.

“You have my word,” she was almost whispering. “Everything you tell me will be between us. Your mother will never be privy to this conversation.”

James nodded with more than a liberal amount of sullenness.

“How often do you masturbate, James?” she asked. James bowed his head, simply unable to respond to such an intimate question.

“Ok,” offered Selina. “Twice? Three times a week?”

James shook his head.

“More often?”

“Y-yes, Ms Paris,” he responded weakly.

“Five times a week?” she pressed him.

Finally, his confession was heard: “Ev – er – every n-night Ms Paris. Sometimes t-t-twice a day.”

Selina smiled. “That’s a good boy James. You see you can confide in me,” she said warmly still caressing the boy’s palms.

“And what sort of things do you think about when you do it?”

Oh my God, he thought. How am I to answer that? He looked at her pleadingly, his eyes begging her to spare him this question.

Selina knew just how to handle this problem. “Well, do you fantasize about girls – or boys?”

James looked up rapidly, eager to answer the question now. He was not about to permit this beautiful woman to believe that he was “one of those.”

“Girls, Miss!” He exclaimed. “Well,” he continued with some reservation, “ ...er... not exactly girls.”

“What do you mean, James?” She enquired.

“Women, Miss. You know – older ladies.”

Selina was now in her element, she knew that she was his ultimate masturbatory fantasy.

“I see. And what do these “older ladies” do to you in your dreams? Do you imagine that they are masturbating you themselves?”

“N-not exactly Miss,” he mumbled.

“Then what “exactly”?” she asked.

“Well,” he replied weakly. “I-I think of them...er...doing it to me...er...with their mouths.”

Selina exhaled with a sense if triumph. “Ah, I see,” she spoke with great understanding in her voice. “Don’t worry about that James. Fantasies of fellatio are most common. Has talking about this caused you to become aroused?”

“Y-y-yes,” he stammered.

“Ok, would you just stand up for me, please James?” she asked him as she stood up, walked around her desk and pulled out a tape measure from her drawer. She walked back around to him and sat in her chair opposite to where he stood.

“Would you place your hands above your head, please James?” She sounded almost like a nurse. James did as he was asked and Selina reached forward and caressed the impressive bulge which protruded through the boys trousers. She unbuckled his belt and drew down his trousers to reveal a huge erection tenting through his undergarments, ending with a dark, wet patch on the cotton. Selina caressed it some more producing an involuntary groan from James.

“Has a woman’s hand ever touched you there before?” she asked him.

“N-no, Miss.” He stammered again.

“Well, one is about to now.” And with that she gripped his underpants and peeled them down the length of his throbbing penis until it came to an end with his erect manhood springing up, once it was free of it’s confinement to slap itself on the underside of Selina’s chin.

Selina reached up and took hold of James’ penis, leaning back in order to behold the spectacle of his phenomenal erection.

“My word,” she exclaimed, whilst gently smoothing her curled fingers along his incredibly impressive length. “There was a belief in years gone by, that the size of a man’s penis was an indication of his pre-disposition to ungodliness.” Selina continued to stimulate his shaft.

“If such was the truth,” she said with awe, “then I would say that you, my boy must be positively – Devil possessed! It’s no wonder that you are so addicted to sin”

He must be as huge as Hassan! She thought. Hassan - the man with the largest penis that she had ever seen in her life; Hassan – the last man to have placed his member inside of her feminine orifice.

Selina’s hand gradually gained speed as she massaged James’ phallus, smoothing the foreskin back and forth over his sensitive crown. The boy was almost whimpering as he began to grow weak at the knees – his manhood oozing pre – ejaculatory fluid in copious quantity which coated Selina’s fingers. She used his precious fluid as a lubricant in order to accentuate his pleasure as she began to explain her actions to him.

“I am doing this for a reason, James,” she said. “So many males are unjustifiably pre-occupied with the size of their manhood. For this reason, I decided to make provisions in order to produce a change of heart”

“I-I-I don’t u-understand, Miss!” stammered James, his mind awash with carnal desire and a feeling of utter surrender to this beautiful woman’s manipulations.

“Well,” Selina continued, “Masturbation is punished here by the caning and flogging of the offender. The number of lashes or strokes that you receive is dependant upon the size of your penis.” She looked up into his eyes as she said this. “A rather novel way of encouraging a boy, who is proud of his well-endowed blessing, to adopt a more humble way of thinking, wouldn’t you say?”

James was utterly speechless. So desperate was he to ejaculate that her speaking of canings and floggings went almost unheard. The loudest sound at that moment in Selina Paris’ office was the thumping of James’ heart pounding in his head.

“I am merely bringing you up to your maximum size,” she continued, “that I might acquire an accurate measurement from you.”

And with that, Selina quickened the pace of her hand upon his tumescence causing moans of ecstasy to come from James, bringing him ever closer to the point of orgasm.

“Aaah-ahhh-ahhhh.....” he cried as he prepared to unleash his seed and in her usual fashion, at the crucial moment – Selina withdrew her hand. She reached over to the edge of the desk and took the tape measure and upon unrolling it, pressed the end into the base of his penis, beneath the pubic hair and laid it along his quivering length.

“Nine and a half inches!” said Selina casually.

“Please, Miss,” cried James. “Please, Ms Paris; please let me.....”

Ignoring him, Selina snaked the tape measure around the circumference of his penis and noted the measurement.

“Seven and a half inch girth!” she informed him. “What is nine and a half plus seven and a half, James?”

“Er...er...s-s-s-seventeen, M-miss.” He managed to reply.

“Very good, darling,” said Selina. “Seventeen is the number of lashes which will be applied to both your back and to your penis if I ever catch you masturbating or if I ever discover evidence of your spent seed.”

This time her voice was harsh and authoritarian as she once again gripped his throbbing member and began to gently stimulate him.

“P-p-please, Ms Paris,” he pleaded. “Please let me spend. PLEASE!”

“No, James,” she said, continuing the stimulate him. “I am here to teach you control. Wanton relief is the antithesis of self control. The righteous man will gladly suffer the denial of his sexual needs, but I will be here to help you through your time of trial.”

Selina removed her hand again.

“Now, pull your pants back up and go back up to your room,” Selina ordered. “This afternoon, we will begin studying some classic literature.”

James did as he was told and returned to his room still quivering with adrenaline and passion. As he arrived at his bedroom door, he was greeted by the caustic and stern Miss Victoria who approached him and placed her hand upon the bulge which was still evident in his trousers. James was taken aback, however in his current condition the slightest stimulation caused the instant return of a full erection.

“Disgusting!” Spat Miss Victoria whilst still rubbing him through his pants. She pointed to the mysterious hole in the bedroom door set at eye level. “Do you see that spy hole in your door?” she asked.

James nodded, breathing heavily.

“Well,” she continued, “that spy hole is used frequently by Ms Paris and I. I, myself, am often up in the night and I can promise you, if we ever catch you trying to give yourself relief you will regret it. You have been warned!”

With that, Miss Victoria unbuttoned his fly hole, reached in and sensuously fished out his member.

“My - what a monster!” She exclaimed, almost transfixed herself by the size of him. She proceeded to expertly masturbate him. “What terrible floggings you are to receive, my boy.” She said as her hand gently and lovingly caressed his member.

 

“I don’t think that you are going to be able to keep your hands off of this brute, are you?”

“I-I-I’ll try, Miss,” her replied.

“Yes, that’s what they all say.” She threw back at him. “I see that Ms Paris has caused you to become rather sticky, here.”

“Y-yes, Miss.”

“Mmmm,” she said. “That is not good; very bad hygiene. We can’t have you going around in that filthy state, can we? Needs a cleaning I’d say.”

The cruel and vindictive Olga Victoria knelt down in front of James and began to clean the thick, bulbous head of his penis with an eager tongue, pleasuring him along the underside for several moments before taking the dripping erection into her mouth.

James almost lost consciousness at the sensation of first-time fellatio. Miss Victoria rolled her tongue around it and moved her mouth down along the shaft as far as was possible for her to do so. At the point at which she could go no further, she used her tongue to lap around the base end of his manhood before resuming her sucking, building up speed in order to give the boy maximum stimulation. Inwardly, she felt a horrendous sense of self-loathing. It was obvious that the addiction to sexual behaviour which she had acquired during Ms Paris’ absence had remained.

Oh, how wonderful this beautiful specimen feels in my mouth. She thought. But no; I can sense his eruption approaching. He must be denied release. Mmmm, his suffering is almost as delicious as his cock.

Miss Victoria withdrew her mouth.

“That’s better; so much cleaner!” She said as she stood up and walked away to her own quarters in order to satisfy the longings produced within her own aching loins. She knew that she would be wracked with shame following her masturbation, but so great was her need at that moment.

James walked into his room and lay back on his small single bed, consumed with a desperate need to masturbate. He had never felt so sexually stimulated before, ever. He gazed at the spy hole in his door and flung his hands down to his sides. He was determined not to be caught in the act.

But the temptation was so powerful; so overwhelming......

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That afternoon, James was tutored by Ms Paris in the classroom on the works of Charles Dickens. Having been instructed to read a chapter from Great Expectations he was told to write a short essay on the effect that a female can have over the male with regard to the relationship between Pip and Estelle in the classic tale.

The following morning, Selina was marking James’ essay whilst he was instructed to read another chapter.

Selina sat at her desk which was set higher than the classroom tables on a small stage. James looked up from his reading momentarily in order to absorb that which he had just read. It was in that moment that he noticed something fascinating; under Ms Paris’ desk, her legs were parted revealing no underwear, exposing to him the splendour of her vagina. She seemed to be oblivious to it as she continued to mark his paper.

Does she know that I can see her secrets? Thought James who had never seen a woman’s vagina before, aside from a crudely drawn example in a biology text book; is she doing this deliberately to torment me?

James’ penis began to stiffen painfully in the front of his trousers. He simply could not control it and then to his horror, Ms Paris spoke to him.

“James,” she said, “would you come up here please. I want to point out some spelling issues to you.”

“Yes, Miss,” he replied and shuffled over to her, valiantly trying to conceal his protruding member by hunching over. He ascended the two steps up onto the platform and hunched over next to Ms Paris who looked up at him feigning bewilderment.

“Why on Earth are you standing like that?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” was his only response.

“Sorry for what? Stand up straight this instant,” she demanded.

James did as he was told and watched as her eyes fell down to the vicinity of his crotch; a proud quarry of virile manhood bulging outwards as though offering itself to her.

“Place your hands behind your head!” she ordered and he dutifully complied.

Selina reached over, unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down, followed by his under pants to reveal his titanic phallus pointing itself at her. She gently took hold of it and began to gently masturbate him again and, as before, James began to buckle at the knees.

“What on Earth has got you into this state?” she asked as though being totally unaware of her exposure to him. How many times have I played this game? She wondered.

“Er – um – I – er – don’t know, Miss.” He replied.

“You must know. I can tell when you’re lying James,” she spoke calmly as she stroked his erection.

James relented; “I-I-I could see you – er – you know, Miss – under the desk.”

“Really, James? And what could you see?”   

“Y-y-your w-w-woman-hood!” he stuttered with his eyes tightly closed.

“Oh, silly boy! Why didn’t you just say so?” Selina said as she took her hand away from his penis;

“Haven’t you ever seen a lady “down there” before?”

“No, I-I haven’t Ms Paris,” he replied honestly.

“Well come and have a closer look and then it won’t seem so mysterious,” she said and peeled up her skirt, revealing her womanhood to him, his eyes completely transfixed.

“As a matter of fact, kneel down and look closer,” she ordered him, to which he complied – his mouth mere centimetres away from her precious labia.

“You must learn to respect a woman, James,” she said as she parted the pink lips of her vulva apart. “Now use your tongue and lick it,” she commanded. James was shocked at what she had just told him to do but seemed unable to resist or even question this divine being. He placed his tongue upon the very centre of her femininity and began to lick her, becoming increasingly intoxicated by the aroma of her feminine scent and by her moans of pleasure.

“Aaahh, yes! That’s a good boy,” she said. “Now there’s a small nub of flesh at the top there. Place the flat of your tongue against it and lick it vigorously.”

James did as he was told and received a rapturous cry of pleasure from his tutor; his penis rampantly quivering between his legs. Another three minutes and it came to an end, as Selina threw her head back and came to a shattering climax, spraying James’ face with the nectar of her spending.

Selina sat back and sighed in the warm afterglow of orgasm and decided to speak only after giving herself several moments to recover.

“Very well done for a beginner,” she congratulated him. “But that does not excuse unnecessary erections in class,” she continued. “I told you – you are here to learn and to learn discipline. How can you learn when your mind is always preoccupied with lust?”

James bowed his head in shame

“Well, I think that I have just the thing for you. Leave your trousers and under pants on the floor and follow me.” Selina stood up and walked out of the classroom with James in tow.

She led him into the punishment room. This was the first time that he had seen it; chains, whips, canes and a bizarre array of apparatus which defied logic to the unlearned. Selina approached a new piece of equipment; one which was most curious. It appeared to be electrical in nature: a small chromium box measuring approximately twelve inches in length and nine inches in diameter forming an oblong, affixed to a wooden bench which had wrist shackles at either side and a thick leather belt hanging from the left hand side of the back of the bench, very similar to her infamous penis-whip contraption which was positioned to the immediate right of this new device.

“Come over here, James,” she ordered, to which he reluctantly obeyed. “This machine,” she informed him, “arrived two years ago and has never been used until now.”

“What is it, Ms Paris,” he asked nervously.

“It is your new tutor,” she replied. “I call it The Controller, because that is exactly what it will do; help you to control your sinful male instincts.” Selina reached out and gently began to stimulate his penis which sprang up again within seconds.

“My, you are quick to lust aren’t you,” she said as she reached under the bench to pick up a jar of lubricant and upon opening it, took out a generous amount and smeared it around the inside of a hole which was visible in the back of the device. Once completed, she took hold of his tumescence again with her newly oiled fingers and guided it into the lubricated hole.

“Now, place your wrists into these straps,” she ordered pointing to the shackles at the sides of the bench. Unable to resist, James complied and once he was securely in place she forced him as far as possible into the hole with the belt around his buttocks.

James was trapped – and he had offered no resistance.

Selina, having turned the timer dial to “30,” flicked a switch at the side of the machine and a humming sound began which produced an instant groan from its captive. Powerful vibrations began to envelope his huge erection, rapidly stimulating him to orgasm. The pleasure was like nothing he had ever before experienced.

“O-oh, M-miss,” he murmured.

“Feels wonderful, doesn’t it,” said Selina.

“Yes, Miss. I-It does! O-o-ohhh...aaahhh.”

After two minutes of relentless pleasure, James felt the onset of orgasm swelling within his loins.

“Oh, Miss,” he cried. “I don’t think I can stop it.”

“I know you can’t, James. But the machine can!” She informed him. And at that moment, as his penis inflated to maximum vascularity at the crucial point, an electrical sensor was activated, triggering a shocking bolt of sharp but harmless electricity through his manhood, instantly cancelling his orgasmic response.

James Screamed. Selina smiled.

“You see James,” she said with sadistic cruelty in her tone, “upon every orgasm, that will happen. This machine was designed to control a man’s sexual impulses. Is it not effective?”

The Controller began to hum again, re-stimulating James’ shaft.

“Oh, God,” he cried in despair. “Not again.”

“Oh yes, my dear boy,” said Selina. “I have set the timer to give you thirty minutes, just as a mild introduction to your new instructor.”

A look of horror came across James’ face as the machine continued to vibrate his manhood. Satisfied with what she had seen, Selina walked out of the punishment room.

“Please, don’t go,” cried James. “Please let me out of here!”

Unbeknownst to James, Selina had not gone far away; she had merely walked outside to halfway up the steps where she sat down, raised her skirt and masturbated herself to four orgasms, aroused to the point of losing her reason by the sound of the cries of her new victim as seven bolts of electricity were fired through his cruelly denied member.

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James retired to his room that night, a young man tortured by desire – the desire to orgasm; the desire to sexually bond with his cruel mistress. His penis had been subjected to an almost unendurable ordeal, however, curiously all sensation had returned to it and there were no markings to show that it had been subjected to anything. His erection was becoming an almost permanent fixture; its persistence becoming almost exhausting for him.

Oh, if only I could do it, he thought. If only I could come!

The spy hole in his door instilled him with a sense of paranoia. He was certain that there was someone there watching him when there wasn’t. He considered the possibility that he may be going out of his mind.

That night, sleep did not come easily to him as images of Ms Paris, her beautiful body and her – oh, so sexy vagina – tormented his mind. He was startled in the early hours by a feeling as though another bolt of electricity had shot through his groin, followed by a wetness which covered his lower abdomen and his bed sheets.  

He recoiled in horror as he realised that, for the first time in his life and receiving no manual stimulation from himself – he had ejaculated spontaneously.

At eight o’ clock that morning, Miss Victoria entered his room to discover him with a sullen look upon his face.

“Rise and shine,” she said with perhaps a hint of sarcasm and threw back his bed sheets to reveal his nakedness and obligatory morning erection. “Let’s have you out of there shall we. I need to do your morning inspection.”

James obeyed her and stood up out of bed to reveal the yellow spattering of drying sperm. Miss Victoria bent down to inspect them and then crouched even lower to inhale the unmistakable scent of semen.

“I told you that you wouldn’t be able to help yourself, didn’t I young man.” She said to him.

“B-but Miss, I didn’t, I swear,” he replied, pleadingly. “It just happened.”

“Oh, did it now,” she said with a disbelieving tone. “We’ll see what Ms Paris has to say about that.”

Miss Victoria stood up and walked out of his room and charged off along the hallway to Selina’s bedroom to inform her of her discovery.

Later that morning, James was summoned to Ms Paris’ office. As he entered he saw Selina sitting behind her desk, a morbid expression upon her face. Along side Miss Victoria who sported a look of triumph.

“Miss Victoria tells me that she has discovered evidence of a nocturnal emission on your bed sheets, but that you claim that this emission was involuntary, is that correct, James?” Selina asked.

“Yes, Miss,” he replied “I-it just happened while I was asleep.”

“I see,” continued Ms Paris. “This is a difficult one. I know that this can happen quite innocently and naturally, however, I am not one for taking chances.” She paused for a moment and then announced her decision.

“Wet dreams,” she continued, “were always an excuse offered by my previous masturbating pupils and eventually I decided to punish all ejaculations equally, however – I intend to give YOU the benefit of the doubt on this occasion – and prescribe to you a milder chastisement.”

James waited for his punishment to be announced with baited breath.

“I have granted Miss Victoria permission to flog you,” she said calmly. “But with a difference. Your back and penis will be thrashed with loose, un-knotted cats.”

Flogged? Thought James with horror. Benefit of the doubt?  

He was led back downstairs into the punishment room by Selina and Miss Victoria, ordered to strip and fastened into the penis whip frame. Selina masturbated him to erection with his penis inserted through the hole and then tied it off onto the small platform. She proceeded to take from a hook on the wall an un-knotted penis whip which appeared to display thongs made from lighter leather and handed it to Miss Victoria.

“Miss Victoria has worked for me for fifteen years and has never done this before, James,” she told him, “therefore she will not be as proficient as I. It won’t be so bad, I’m sure.”

Selina stepped back and reached out her hand as though presenting James’ tied off penis to the eager fifty-eight year old woman.

“Seventeen lashes, Olga!” She ordered. And with that, Miss Victoria stood in position, raised her arm and began to flog the boys mammoth penis.

Lash after lash brought some wincing from the young man but nowhere near the type of anguish which Selina was used to producing with heavier whips – all nine tails sporting rows of tight knots which cut into the skin.

Don’t you hurt him, you old crow, went through Selina’s mind.

What was happening to her? Why was she becoming so compassionate?

Miss Victoria finished whipping James’ penis, following which he was released and then led across to the horizontal, leather covered whipping bench, wrists and ankles secured again as he lay across the bench face down.

Miss Victoria set about him with a larger whip, although un-knotted and laid into him with renewed vigour, her breathing becoming laboured with the effects of more than mere exhaustion. Selina was calling out the lash count.

“.......fourteen.” 

Slash!

“Fifteen.”

Swish!

“Sixteen.”

Crack!

“Seventeen.”

Swoosh.

James’ back was reddened but not striped, bruised or cut. During the punishment he had made several “ouches” but there were no screams.

Selina walked over to him, stroked his back tenderly as she released him and then turned to Miss Victoria.

“How was that for you, Olga?” she asked, smiling.

“Oh, Miss,” replied Miss Victoria, a little overcome with arousal. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say whatever is in your heart, my dear,” responded Selina with a slightly theatrical tone.

“Well,” said Miss Victoria, “It was – um – really quite exiting.” She was trying to muster up the courage to ask for her favour. “Y-you know – um – oh, I’m so embarrassed to ask this, but – um – you know that which – used to happen with yourself and Miss Celia – er – after punishment.”

“Yes,” replied Selina looking at the older lady curiously.

“Well – er – I was – um – wondering if – er- I could – er,” her voiced quietened to the squeak of a mouse as she said the last two words; “...have it!”

Selina was shocked. Olga? Puritanical Olga asking for cunnilingus?

“My word, Olga,” shot Selina. “I never knew that that was your sort of thing! What on Earth has come over you, woman?”

“I-I-know, Miss, I know, it’s just the way that I feel,” she replied uncomfortably.

“Well, if that’s what you want my dear; that is what you will receive.”

Selina turned to James and gave him his instruction.

“James,” she said to him directly. “You remember how I taught you to show your respect for a woman yesterday in class?”

“Yes, Miss.” He replied nervously as Selina walked over to the pleasure chamber door and began to unlock it.

“Well,” She continued, “you will now provide Miss Victoria with a demonstration of your new skills.”

Selina opened the door to reveal the cunnilingus chair to James and Olga.

“Miss Victoria, please remove your skirt and underwear and come up to the chair,” instructed Selina. “You can hang your skirt up onto the hanger in here.”

Olga, shaking with excitement walked into the chamber and did as she was asked. Once removing the skirt and knickers and hanging them onto the hook she climbed up onto the chair and rested her legs, parted upon the “V” shaped frame, revealing her womanhood – a spectacle of red lips framed by a generous offering of curly brown hair.

James walked in and knelt down on the cushion, his penis thickening and stiffening rapidly.

“Please her well, James!” was Selina’s final order as she closed the pleasure chamber door, leaving them both to their privacy.

Inside, James began to lick Olga’s labia, producing a whimpering cry of pleasure from her which accentuated as his tongue flickered up, gradually to her clitoris. When the flat of his tongue reached the small nub of flesh and began to flick away at it, Olga’s cries of delight became a rapture of ecstasy as she was taken to a place of carnal pleasure previously unknown to her. This was her first experience of cunnilingus. The gentlemen from the bars whom she had brought back to Oakpark Grange during Selina’s absence had satisfied purely through penetration and nothing more.

Outside, Selina listened to Olga’s moans of pleasure and began to feel strangely threatened by it. She did not know why given that minutes before, she had ordered her young ward to perform this act upon the woman. It was an emotion which she could only describe as – jealousy!

First her sadistic instincts had begun to fade and now this. She reflected upon that night two years previously when a sense of guilt and compassion had come over her after she had viciously flogged Michael.

Perhaps it was something different to wanton expressions of cruelty which she needed in order for her to discover emotional fulfilment. Of one thing she was certain: she was overcome with a desperate need to give this boy some exquisite sexual pleasure.

That night, Selina Paris entered James’ room wearing a silk black negligee. She looked radiant and almost took James’ breath away with her beauty as he sat on his bed with a book in his hands.

“James,” she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. “I am so sorry for my cruelty towards you. I have been an evil woman during my life and I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

She removed her negligee and allowed it to fall to the floor to reveal her complete nakedness to James who gazed upon her with an open jaw.

She walked over to him, unbuttoned his trousers again and drew them down around his ankles to reveal the predictable bulge protruding in his underpants. Selina placed her right hand on it and began to gently rub it upwards and downwards, causing James’ respiration to understandably increase.

“You told me that your masturbation fantasy was to imagine an older woman sucking you until you ejaculate, do you remember?” She asked tenderly.

“Yes, Miss,” he replied.

“Well, that need be a fantasy, no longer.”

Selina pulled down his underpants, took hold of his rock hard member and drew her lips to it. She licked it all over, treating it as though it were a rare delicacy with her eyes closed and moaning along with James. Very slowly she took it into her mouth and went down on him for almost his entire length, before slowly sliding back up again and resuming the movement, gradually building up speed to the ecstatic cries of the virile young man.

For many minutes, she continued this erotic treatment of him, building him up vigorously to a crescendo before slowing down and sliding her mouth off of his manhood, not to torment him, but rather to prolong his pleasure as she had done with Michael on that night two years previously. In James’ case

– The pleasure of his own fantasy.

She resumed her expert oral treatment until, after approximately fifteen minutes of pleasuring the moaning teenager she sensed his tumescence attain the revealing ultra-rigidity one last time as the throes of orgasm began.

“Oh, Miss....oh, Miss....oh, w-what an angel you are!”

Selina forgave his speaking with such liberty under the circumstances and gripped his penis with one hand and began to masturbate him whilst holding the tip of his manhood to her parted lips in order to accept spurt after spurt of thick, white seed; her tongue collecting all that he had to offer. The spasm lasted for almost sixty seconds accompanied by his cries of ecstatic release.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Miss!” He cried in the aftermath of his ejaculation as Selina took his deflating manhood into her mouth one last time, claiming the last traces of his sperm as her own.

Selina slid her sensuous body off of James’ bed and put her negligee back on. She reached over and kissed him tenderly on his cheek before leaving his room, speaking not a word.

James himself was bereft of speech.

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Selina returned to James’ room in order to give him oral relief three times per week for the following month, on each occasion completely satiating him and at no time was any form of punishment administered to him. There was no doubt in James’ mind that he had fallen in love with Selina Paris.

In truth, Selina Paris had likewise fallen in love with James. She had finally come to the realisation that whipping and torturing males was not what she needed for herself. Her gradual change of heart was an emotional reaction to the fact that what she truly needed – was a man; a man who could take her sexually; a man who could please her and whom she could please; a man with whom she could share her life.

On one fateful Friday evening, one month after her fellatio visits had begun, she entered his room as usual, slipped off her negligee, climbed onto his bed and proceeded to bring him to erection once again with her mouth. Once a solid erection was produced, she gripped it and looked at the young man intimately.

“I can bear it no longer, James,” she said and climbed astride him, guiding his enormity into her dripping wet, burning orifice with a gasp.

James was speechless again, his mouth wide open, his mind reeling with desire. Never before had he experienced such delight as the sensation of a vagina. It swallowed him whole, every inch of his member enveloped in the hot, wet, velvet cavern.

Selina moved her womanhood up and down the shaft, luxuriating in the pleasure which she had gone without for so long. She bent down and kissed James, probing his mouth with her tongue. He knew that she was no longer his tutor. They were lovers and she had just taken his virginity. Tears of emotion rolled down his cheek as she continued to ride him, continually crying out her expressions of ecstasy. James wrapped his arms around her and thrust himself deep into her womb, causing the inevitable reaction as Selina Paris came with a flood of vaginal fluid spraying across James’ thighs.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she screamed. “FUCK ME, DARLING........MARRY ME!”

And with that, James unleashed his seed into her crying out:

“Yes, yes, yes!”

James was not sure that his crying “yes” was an agreement to Selina’s proposal or a verbal expression to accompany his orgasm however, whatever the reason, the following spring, James and Selina were married.

The age difference between them was considered to be unacceptable by many, strangely save for James’ mother, however they lived a truly joyous life together and in the winter of that year, the ultimate miracle occurred as Selina gave birth to their baby daughter, Geraldine.

Selina Parmenter turned her back upon her former life and began teaching young men about the wonders of sex and sexuality and encouraged the healthy practice of masturbation, as she toured the country, speaking in community halls across the land.

Having experienced a complete change of heart herself, Olga Victoria assisted her in counselling young men following Selina’s lectures. She had taken to experimenting sexually with numerous younger men also, and had never experienced such fulfilment after the heinously repressed life that she had led.

The punishment room continued to be used but merely as a tool for Selina, James and Olga to exercise some of their more radical sexual fantasies.

Selina Paris was no longer, neither in name nor nature. The monster had been vanquished by love, however, unbeknownst to Selina, the legacy of her former self lived on, many hundreds of miles away and had grown into a demon even more insidious than Selina had ever been:

Celia!

                       

                                               THE END

Authors note.

The instalment which you have just read – the concluding chapter of The Paramount Rule – will likely be a disappointment to many on the BDSM scene.

For me it is the chapter which I have enjoyed writing the most. The Last Pupil is actually the original fantasy from which the whole saga emerged, although, as a woman, I took the liberty of adding a very feminine, romantic ending.

I am sure that there are many out there who will love this final chapter and derive from it the degree of erotic titillation that I did.

For the BDSM fans – don’t despair. I am going to take a break for a couple of weeks and then I will begin work on the “final” final chapter, Paramount Rule – The Gaol.

This one-off tale will be female domination at its most brutal and will be the most sadistic in the series.

Celia is evil – trust me!

Tanya Simmonds.

6/6/06  

This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental