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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
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