The Paramount Rule

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.....