Erotic School of Punishment
By Emy Naso
http://emynasoerotica.blogspot.com/
He arrived back at the House of Correction plotting what he would do to Rebecca…and how. Part of his thoughts concentrated on the problem of his lovely wife, Angela. She may have been liberal. He doubted as emancipated enough to willingly let him teach a waitress how to be served over a dining table!
Walking up the path, he saw Albert hurrying to meet him.
“Take it easy old fellow,” Abe greeted him. Remember your age. “What’s wrong?”
“One of our students has gone missing,” Albert said, his usual calm manner evaporated.
“Missing? Who”
“Ruth.”
“What are you talking about, Albert?
“She didn’t show up for her lesson. Matilda went to the dormitory and…nothing.”
“Has she taken her clothes?”
“No…but…”
“Then why the fuss, Albert. Ruth will be back.”
The elderly man made a large tut noise. “That’s not the point, Abe. You get one student going missing when they want, and the next thing you know the whole concept of discipline has gone. Believe me, I’ve run this school for a long time. The notion of punishment is based on self-restraint. Destroy that and soon you haven’t got a moneymaking machine. Regulations in themselves are not important. What’s vital is that the people here at the school, and their sponsors, see that there are rules. Dispense with the myth and the edifice comes crashing down.”
The two men walked up toward the old house. Abe stopped. “You’re right, Albert. What should we do?”
Albert dropped his usual friendly demeanor. “Find Ruth and make an example of her.”
The previous owner walked off toward the overgrown shrubbery. Abe needed time to think. He went to his favorite retreat, up in the attic room. Staring from the large window he looked into the far distance. There were no dog walkers or lovemaking couples today. The Principal saw a lonely figure slowly strolling by the sea, occasionally picking up a pebble and tossing it into the gentle, lace edged foam. It was not possible to make out the feature, yet he knew that stance, that movement.
Xxx
She didn’t try to run away. Perhaps she never saw him, abstracted as the young woman appeared to be in her reveries. Abe walked along the soft sand where the tide cleaned the beach each day, his footprints contrasting with the smaller steps of the woman he now approached. She must have walked from the same direction earlier.
“Hello, Ruth.”
She went on staring into the eastern horizon where a small boat bobbed along, making its way between sky and sea. With its line of buoys trailing behind, almost certainly playing out fishing nets, it was probably a vessel out of the port north of the town, beyond where the cliffs swept down to the sea. Not a large trawler, just a one-man boat catching the cod to sell in the small, local market by the jetty.
Abe caught up with the slowly walking figure and they both strolled together. He saw she had changed out of the regulation simple school clothes and wore a pair of tight fitting jeans and a bikini top, the latter showing her adorable breasts to advantage. In one hand she held shoes, her bare feet paddling, like a child on holiday, in the white lather of the smoothly breaking surf. To the Principal she was a picture of endearing dissimilarity. Her lonely deportment spoke of innocence, yet the walk, the cadence, the goddess like body, articulated all the gloriously desirous attributes from Helen, who launch those ships, to a modern day movie femme fatal.
“Why did you run away, Ruth?”
The olive skinned Aphrodite still remained taciturn.
“This is a school, Ruth, not a prison. You can go if you wish.”
Suddenly she flashed worried eyes at him, the dark brown full of unease. “No,” she said.
They walked more. “If you stay then you must abide by the rules. Do you understand?”
The, “Yes,” had a feel of capitulation.
He had two questions. Abe had already asked why she ran away and got no answer, so decided to ask the second. “Why must you stay?”
A boisterous, unruly gaggle of seagulls swooped down, a crazy squadron of birds seeking a fight with a peaceful, airborne flock of sandpipers. Ruth paused and, although facing Abe, kept her eyes down to the yellow ground.
“There is a…someone.”
“Did this someone ask you to attend the House of Correction, Ruth?”
The answer was slow in forming. “Ask to attend? No.” she stared up at him. “I was told to enroll.”
“Why?”
“To be trained.”
“For what?”
There was a resigned expression in her normally insolent face. “This…person…has their reasons. And I must obey.”
Abe took her hand. “It is time to go back, Ruth.” She let him lead her toward the old house.
As they got near Abe said. “You must confront and accept the punishment for your actions.”
“I know…sir.”
Xxx
In the Book of Rules for the House of Correction, there was a designated room for students to be interrogated when their crime was considered to be premeditated. General disciplinary matters could be dealt with in a summarily fashion. Ruth’s transgression needed deliberation.
This special room was situated in the only round tower of the old house, architecturally an oddity and an addition by an eccentric owner in the late Victorian age.
It was, of course circular. Abelard Sorenson sat in a high back chair, an exact replica opposite him. He waited for the accused, the young woman known as Ruth, to b brought before him, the various depositions on the table to one side. These were proposals for her punishment submitted by the staff and students. All had gathered before and been informed of her misdemeanor, then invited to make representation to the Principal, in writing, stating the nature and manner of her penalty, and by whom it should be administered. Abe was surprised that the previous owners, Albert and Matilda, had written and devised such elaborate procedures. Then again, maybe he wasn’t. They had such fertile, sensuous imagination.
There was nothing to do, whilst waiting, than to take in the room. He saw the row of chairs all around what was called, The Court of Retribution, and shivered at the instruments of punishment displayed, each item hanging on the wall. There were whips, chains, hoods and sexual toys so outlandish they bordered on torture. Interspersed were graphic drawings showing males and females being subjected to extreme eroticism and sadistic cruelty.
Most of the depicted victims were naked, many tied in scenes of bondage. Where the artists illustrated sexual acts, these were not merely panoramas from a benign Perfumed Gardens, but men and women forced into lewd and depraved performances, orgies where many abused the few.
Abe looked away, his eyes wandering to the iron rings in the walls and low ceiling, not having to imagine too hard about the use to which they could be put. Beyond the two identical chairs was a large bed, metal rails at head and foot, He didn’t have time to contemplate its possibilities. The door at the end of the room opened, unseen hands pushed Ruth in, and then it closed, leaving the miscreant alone with Abelard.
The Principal had no idea of the formality or modus operandi of the Court of Retribution. Albert simply told him he was expected to preside, and apart from the proposals being submitted, full guidance would be issued during the proceedings.
“Come forward, Ruth,” he said.
Every time he saw her the beauty seemed to grow. He desired her in class and now, when she was stripped, her body perfectly complemented her exquisite face, a harmonious symphony of femininity. Her caramel colored skin must have been prepared, perhaps by Matilda. It glowed, oiled and shining in the soft radiance from a skylight.
Before Abe was a folder. He’d been told not to open this until the victim entered the room. The time was now. He turned the cover and looked at the first page, reading and taking in the first set of directives.
“Sit opposite me, Ruth.” She complied. Abe got up, found the rope under the chair, as the folder said he would, and said to the young woman, “Arms on the side rests of the chair. The Principal bound her wrists, knelt down, pushing her legs apart and using more rope, winding it around Ruth’s ankles and lower legs, securing her in that position. Satisfied with his work, Abe dragged his own seat forward, so when he sat his knees touched hers.
Ruth was totally vulnerable and open to his curious gaze. He knew what the beginning of the folder instructions had set out. He fulfilled their demands, leaning forward in his chair, stroking her breasts, caressing the display of her clitoris. Continually fingering into her, Abe commenced the questing set out in the open folder.
“Have you received preparatory punishment before being sent to this Court of Retribution?”
“I have.”
Abe moved on to the next establish question, finding it difficult to concentrate, and the regulations insisting he persistently massaged her now moist vagina.
“Tell the Court the manner of that punishment.”
Her eyes of molten chocolate went from his face to down where his fingers thrust deep in her.
“Please give a full account,” Abe prompted Ruth.
Regaining her accustomed haughty manner, she said, “I was taken before the assembled school, made to strip naked and then caned publicly by the mistress.”
“You mean Angela?”
“Yes.”
Her body seemed to shudder under his constant probing of her loins.
“Continue,” he instructed.
“I was then offered to four students.”
“What did they do to you, Ruth?”
The mistress ordered me to bend over.”
“And?” Abe was excitedly absorbed in her punishment.
“Each one spanked me three times…before…” she took a gulp of air…”Doing what you are…sir”
“They openly massaged your clitoris?”
“Yes, sir”
“What else, Ruth?”
“It was demanded that I be deliberately exhibited to those watching my humiliation”
“Was that all?”
“Yes. I was then sent to this place.”
The Principal found it difficult to say anything. He read to the foot of the folder’s first page, ceasing his sexual finger intrusion. Turning over to the next and final page, Abe read three times before finding the nerve to speak.
Abiding by his written directive and faithfully following the rules of the Court, he untied Ruth and stood with her, hands on the victim’s shoulders.
“You must now decide your own redemptive punishment, Ruth.”
The light brown skinned young woman let her magnetic eyes wander to the erotically lewd pictures on the side walls. Abe waited for her attention to come back before continuing.
“Before me I have the hand-written suppositions of staff and students, each one explicitly detailing what they recommend as your punishment, designating the person or persons to carry out the sentence.”
“Can I see what they say,” Ruth asked, still strong enough to offer it as a challenge.
“Sorry, that is not permitted.”
“Why?”
“Please do not interrupt before I have completed your decision. It will then become clear why you cannot know what has been demanded.”
Ruth nodded. He wished she was more submissive, yet secretly admired her strength after what she had endured.
“You can agree to be obligated by three randomly selected punishments, or…” Abe moistened his lips, “Yield to me in a proscribe act of sensuality.”
“And am I to know what that is?”
“No,” was his terse answer.
“Do you know what is involved, sir?”
The Principal wanted her stop questioning him. Showing frustration he replied, “I do not know what is contained in the submitted punishment sheets...but I have read in this folder what you must do in surrendering sexually to me.”
According to the rules of the Court Ruth should have remained still. Breaking a code of which she did not know, she moved away and slowly looked around the room. When completing the circle, Ruth pursed her lips and spoke succinctly.
“I surrender to you, sir.”
“That is your decision?”
“Yes.”
“I must caution you that if in any way you do not submit to all that is demanded, then not only will you become subject to the sexual requests of three proposals but to all those entered in the Court.” Abe continued to read from the folder. “Further such punishment will be carried out before the full assembly of this school.”
Ruth’s agreement was shown by a slight nod of her head.
There was no denying the anticipation in Abe’s heart and head. Ever since this young woman walked into his enrollment class he’d sexually wanted her. That desire was only matched, probably exceeded, by his craving fro Rebecca.
The Principal took one final read of the folder, absorbing the precise order he must now follow. Abe realized why the bed was there. Leading Ruth, he saw in her expression that she comprehended it was part of her coming ordeal.
“Lay on the bed, Ruth.
The simple act of watching her spread out was a crazy aphrodisiac for Abe, almost as satisfying as sexual fulfillment. Yet not completely. He must now bind Ruth exactly as the rules specified.
Those searching brown eyes following him was disconcerting. He took the rope from a table and approached the bed.
“Arms stretched up, Ruth.” All the while he bound her wrists to the metal rail she remained passively quiet. Securing her tight, Abe moved to one side, could not meet her glance, as he placed a hand on her lovely ankle.
He had no imperative to explain, yet he said, “This is in the rules.” Bending her leg up, he also spread it out, restlessly winding rope around her ankle, taking the end to hooks in the side of the bed, stretching taunt so she was locked in a lascivious position. Made more provocative when he repeated the binding with her other leg.
The Principal stood back to appreciate her splendid sexual presentation. There was no hiding all her assets. Ruth was roped and fully exposed.
Every letter, every sentence, every careful punctuation in that folder page was vivid in his head. Abe undressed, unable to conceal his erection. Thinking about the specific three-part sexual dishonor he must commit on Ruth, Abe did not see it in that way, even though the words in his instructions had expressed it as such.
Kneeling on the end of the bed, Abe leaned over Ruth, kissed her breasts, taking full succor at the large nipples, came away from that delight and slid down her body, easily finding, with her roped legs apart, Ruth’s clitoris. There was no definite time indicated in the folder. It was Abe who wanted to dwell with, first fingers, and then tongue, around and into her vagina, licking the juices from the young woman.
When he came up, he knew by the sounds of her body that Ruth was not immune to his and her own arousal. Their eyes met. He saw she knew. Abe’s eager body covered hers, his erection soon finding that which he had long coveted. His cock penetrated deep and then there was no satisfaction until Abe ejaculated.
Lying by Ruth’s side, arm folded across her, his hands palming her breasts, he decided that the folder had said only that he must fuck her in the proscribed punishment. It did not say he could not repeat the castigation.
When he became stiff again, the Principal remembered in his elation he’d forgotten the second act. Kneeling up over Ruth’s head he could see she understood, finding no resistant to his silent demand for oral sex.
“I don’t want it to end like this,” he said softly. Abe withdrew his cock, wriggled down and going into Ruth’s loins, this time with more control, the fuck lasting a long time.
“I said it would be good,” she gasped. At that moment he recalled her words when she’d left him last time.
To Abe the punishment was his dream. What he didn’t know was that around the Court of Retribution were multiple cameras, some with intricate zoom facilities.
Their every sexual act, every close up enjoyment of her body, was transmitted in full glorious wide screen color to an audience in the old house. Abe did not know that or who the watchers were.
Old Albert not only watched and made videos; he also sold tickets to discreet friends. A select gathering sat around the TV, Matilda serving wine and biscuits. There wasn’t much chatter. Most of those assembled were fascinated with what this man was doing to the dusky young woman.
“Do they get paid for these performances, Albert? One of them asked.
“I think they get enough enjoyment without money,” Matilda said with a smile.
“Mind you, his giving her a hard time,” Albert chuckled.
“Don’t be crude, dear,” Matilda scolded.
THE END
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