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Obeying Mrs. Carine - Part 2

She tries to turn him into a gentleman, but some urges cannot be denied.
Being in the care of Mrs. Carine's hands had begun to change me. It was as if she had ignited a flame inside of me that I never knew existed. I felt compelled to better myself; to become distinguished and the type of 'gentleman' she approved of. She began instructing me in lessons to reach this goal.

We continued to meet on a strict schedule; every Sunday at precisely 4pm until 7pm. She would be resting on her wooden lounge chair in the shade of the oak trees, watching me labor hard for an hour; removing weeds, trimming, pruning. At the end of every hour Mrs. Carine would call to me.

"That's enough, boy."

I'd go to her, then follow her into the house. She would lead me upstairs to 'my' room which I would stand in the middle of as she slowly removed my clothes.

While undressing me, her hands would roam over my hard, sweating body. Licking my salty neck with the very tip of her tongue while her hand rubbed my cock through my shorts. Pinching and tugging my nipples while her hand slipped into my shorts and gently stroked me until fully hardened. Kneeling to pull my shorts off, her hand guiding my cock into her warm mouth, to suck on for a moment.

During this process I was not allowed to interact with her; I was only to stand tall, hands to my side, and eyes directed forward. She would then rise from her knees, never giving me the satisfaction of release, and allow me to shower while she waited on the bed for my return.

I would return to find her seated on the bed with my suit, she had taken me to be fitted one Sunday and required I wear it during all my lessons, waiting to dress me.

The dressing process would proceed as the undressing had; I would stand still while she teased me in every possible way until I was fully dressed. I would then follow her back downstairs where she instructed me on the proper behavior for different circumstances.

Mrs. Carine did not tolerate mistakes. She carried a black, leather riding crop and used it at every given opportunity. The severity of my mistake determined the severity of my punishment. A small mistake would bring the riding crop across my ass, while a bigger mistake brought it across my thigh or back.

After every correction I was to say, "Thank you, Mrs. Carine".

We were in the sitting room, both sharing an old Victorian couch while she drilled me on early 18th century poets and their works. As she sipped her tea and quizzed me, I stared straight ahead and out the large window directly in front of us.

I was doing well today, we had discussed the same topic last Sunday and I had studied much more since then, and Mrs. Carine was very pleased with my progress. As I continued to answer her correctly she set her tea down on the table before us; her hands now free, she reached into my lap and slowly stroked against my manhood.

Her skilled hands quickly had me raging hard. My concentration began to suffer as thinking of anything except fucking her became lost. The furthest I had yet to get was during my first few weeks when she assisted me in masturbating myself for her. How I had fantasized of her since then!

Suddenly, I ground my teeth together, my eyes watering but looking forward still, as a sharp sting radiated across the top of my thigh. Tiny tendrils of fire raced through me where her crop had struck.

As they slowly faded into a more manageable heat I said, "Thank you, Mrs. Carine."

She seemed to be waiting for something more, but, having lost my thoughts to sexual desires I had no idea if she was waiting for an answer, and if so, to what question. I simply continued to look forward. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her raise the crop again and braced myself as it connected against my already sensative skin.

I felt as though I'd shatter my teeth from biting down so hard, in order to keep from crying out. I couldn't breath in or out as I struggled with the fire burning against my skin. My body involuntarily jerked, trying to rid itself of the pain through some means. Finally, I was able to take a breath.

"Thank you, Mrs. Carine," I said in a shaky voice.

"Do you know why I am punishing, boy?"

"No, Mrs. Carine. I became lost in my thoughts, I apologize."

She directed my gaze to her cup of tea.

"My tea cup, boy, has been empty for over five minutes. As a gentleman, and being that you are the person seated nearest the teapot, you should have offered to refill my cup before you allowed it to empty!"

"I apologize. Would you care for more tea, Mrs. Carine?"

"Yes, I think I should. Thank you, boy."

As I sat forward to refill her cup she asked, "What thoughts have you found yourself lost in?"

Answering her truthfully I told her how I constantly relived our day together, when she first touched me; the feel of her hands on me, the feel of her pussy against my hand and cock, and how I have fantasized of more ever since. She sipped her tea while I spoke, never appearing surprised, never showing any emotion. When I finished she set her cup down again.

"I think that's enough lessons for today, boy. Come with me."

I followed her back upstairs. My thoughts again returning to sexual lust and fantasies as I watched her ass sway before me.

"Undress."

"Yes, Mrs. Carine," I said softly, and started to obey her.

I thought she was disappointed in my confessions, and would send me home, as she usually did at this point in our meetings.

Once naked, I folded my suit and placed it on a chair. As I went to grab for my own clothes Mrs. Carine stopped me.

"Come to me."

I approached the side of the bed where she sat on the edge, watching my every move. I stood before her, waiting for her next orders.

She reached forward, her hands grabbing my ass and pulling me forward closer to her. She trailed a finger down my pelvic bone, on top of my thigh, and back up.

"Only my most prestigious beneficiaries are allowed to enjoy me fully. Do you feel you deserve this honor, boy?"

Beneficiaries?! So I wasn't the only one she had at hand. Maybe that explained her strict schedules of meeting with me. I felt betrayed at this revelation for some reason. Jealousy quickly bloomed inside me, followed shortly by a powerful anger.

"No, Mrs. Carine," I answered coldly.

My jaw clenched and unclenched. Suddenly I didn't care about her approval. I turned away from her without her permission, walked to my pile of clothes and snatched them up.

Behind me, I heard her sigh. She moved behind me, her hands gently sliding down my shoulders and back. I was mad but her touch was too good to move away from. She rested her head against me, her arms moving to wrap around my chest and hold me. I couldn't resist but to reach one of my own hands up and place it over one of hers.

"Come with me," she finally said, breaking the silence that had fallen over us.

Her hands lingering against my skin as she stepped away. I hesitated, then set my clothes back down and turned to follow her.

She turned her back to me, pulled her hair to side and told me to unzip her dress. I did as told, then, unable to stop myself, I kissed the side of her exposed neck. My hands moved to her shoulders, slowly lowering her dress straps down her arms as my lips and mouth explored across her.

She moaned softly in pleasure, pushing her body back against mine, seductively rotating her ass against my stiffening cock. I was extremely aroused despite everything; my jealousy and anger forgotten as a new feeling of powerful lust and need overtook me.

I pulled her dress down, her beautiful, apple shaped ass coming into view. Kneeling, I continued to work her dress down and off of her, my mouth kissing along her lower back, over her ass, and to the backs of her thighs.

Mrs. Carine stepped out of her dress, then turned to face me; her enticing pussy just before me. I leaned in meaning to taste her, her scent flowing through me, controlling me; but she took my face in her hands and tilted my head up to look at her.

"That's not for you, boy, not yet."

I felt desperate. I needed her. I needed her to release me.

Licking my lips, breathing heavily, I pleaded, "Please, Mrs. Carine."

She only stood me up, her eyes taking in my quivering cock, needing to be released like I had never before experienced.

"Lay down," she commanded.

"Yes, Mrs. Carine" I said as I obeyed.

I moved to the bed, partially sitting up with the pillows behind my back. She sat near my legs then bent over, her warm mouth moving between my legs, sucking one of my balls into it. I moaned out, my head tilting backward and eyes closed.

Slowly her tongue worked up my engorged shaft, her lips occasionally kissing and sucking against me. I moved my hand to her head but she slapped it away. Suddenly my cock head was being wrapped around tightly by her mouth, her tongue flicking the hole.

She sucked me hungrily. Bobbing on my head, then taking my entire cock deep into her mouth and throat. She spun her body onto the bed and positioned herself on her knees with her ass near my face. I rubbed, squeezed, gripped her ass in my hands as she continued to fuck me with her mouth.

Her hand reached under herself, fingers finding her wet pussy, rubbing against herself. I craned my neck, barely able to glimpse her swollen lips, wet with her excitement. Her fingers dipping inside of herself, her aroma becoming all I could smell.

She moaned over my cock, bringing me close to exploding into her mouth. She sensed my end arriving and removed my cock from her mouth with an audible pop. She turned her body around and straddled me, her hot wet pussy coming down to meet my cock. Ever so slowly she glided over me, rubbing her clit against my length, never allowing me entrance, prolonging my climax; it was absolutely torturous.

She ground against me faster, occasionally allowing the tip of my head to press against her entrance, so close to being inside of her.

The sound of the doorbell cut across both of us, like a brilliant streak of light in otherwise absolute darkness.

Mrs. Carine stopped all movement, looking down at me as if she had suddenly realized I was there.

"My 7.30 has arrived. That's all for today, boy," she coldly stated, her body already pivoting to climb off of me.

I was too close, too desperate. I needed her and my mind was crazy, trapped in the frenzied state she had lead me into. Without thinking, without realizing what I was doing, I watched as my hands grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down to me as I lifted into her.

She let out a cry of surprise as my cock impaled her pussy deep and hard. Her hands flew to my chest, nails digging into my flesh as I pounded into her, lifting and pulling her hips against me.

She moaned loudly, her pussy tightening and releasing around me.

"Fuck me!" she demanded, and I did.

A few strokes later and I was exploding inside of her, my vision losing focus as she continued to ride me, joining me as her own climax took her over. Our mixed juices running down my cock, spreading over her thighs, and pooling under us.

The doorbell sounded again. Slowly she removed herself from me, streams of come dripping from her pussy.

"You have been very naughty, boy. Expect severe punishment when we next meet," she warned as she stepped back inside of her dress and walked to the bedroom door to leave.

She grabbed my shirt off the floor, pulled her dress up and used it to clean herself of our mess. Tossing my stained shirt at me on the bed she told me over her shoulder, "Next Sunday, 4pm. Dress and see yourself out."

"Yes, Mrs. Carine." As she closed the door behind her, I remained where I was, a foolish smile across my face.

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