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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.
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