“Faith!” Her name escapes from my lips in a whimpering cry as I shudder through the aftershocks.
I open my eyes to see a horrified Faith standing in our room with her mouth wide open in shock. Her eyes are locked onto my pussy, where the fingers of my one hand are still buried deep inside me while the fingers of the other are pressed firmly against my clit. Cheeks heating, I quickly pull my underwear up and drop my habit back into place. Faith remains frozen in the same place, watching in stunned silence.
Once I’m covered up, she turns to open the door, and I launch myself across the room and slam my body against it, stopping her from leaving. I need to keep her from going to Mother Bitch. If she tells, then I’m done for. There’s no way I can talk myself out of this predicament.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” I beg, my heart pounding in my chest as I scan her face to gauge her reaction beyond the initial shock.
Faith continues to stare at me like she can’t believe her eyes. I’m sure it was the last thing she expected to catch me doing when she walked in here. In my urgency, I missed her entering the room. I have no idea how long she’s been there watching me, but she must have heard me moan her name when I came.
“I should tell Mother Superior. Do you realize what you’ve done? You’ve disrespected God with your behavior. I knew you weren’t observing all the rules and virtues we’ve been taught, but I never expected this,” she says accusingly.
I can hear the disappointment in her voice, and my stomach twists. I didn’t mean to upset her, but sometimes these urges manifest themselves so strongly that I can’t resist them. Sin has both hands on me, leading me inexorably away from everything I hold dear, and yet I find myself unable to remove its grip.
There’s an innocence and goodness practically shining from Faith that drives me farther down the wrong path, and a part of me wants to drag her along with me.
“Please, Faith. This life means everything to me, and I can’t lose it, not over this,” I beg, falling to my knees in front of her.
“You should repent and be punished for your sin. I can’t keep this a secret,” she replies, sounding regretful.
My heart skips a beat at her words.
“You’re right, but you don’t have to tell Mother Superior. You should be the one to punish me for sullying our sanctuary with my misdeeds,” I suggest, looking up at her hopefully.
Faith hesitates, “I’m not sure that will be the appropriate course. I’m not Mother Superior.”
“No, you’re not. But like me, like the rest of us, you’re His daughter. You are an extension of Mother Superior, and you will be doing her work. Punishment is due, whether it be at her hands or yours, but it’s you I’ve disrespected in the sanctuary and home we share together, so it should be your hands that mete out the discipline.” I stare up at her, silently pleading with her to accept my repentance and the opportunity I’m offering her.
I’m not sure what will happen if she chooses to punish me, but I’d rather be at her mercy than Mother Bitch’s. The thought of Faith’s hands on me, touching me, punishing me sets my heart racing. I can still feel the dampness of arousal coating my pussy from the orgasm I had while I called out her name. It has to be her, no one else.
Chapter Six
Sister Faith
Emily’s asking me to punish her?
First I walked into our room to see her ringing the devil’s doorbell, and then I heard her calling out my name as she came. I wouldn’t have thought Emily could shock me any more today, but she’s just proved me wrong with her request. I’m not sure what to think. A small part of me is flattered, but mostly I’m appalled.
“I ought to go straight to Mother Superior about this. Is this what you’ve been doing every day, when you slip away from your chores?” I hiss, aghast.
She shakes her head, “No! This is the first time. I usually come back here to pray and rest.”
“I don’t believe you,” I say, frowning at her.
“It’s the truth. I promise I’m telling you the truth, so please don’t go to Mother Superior,” Emily pleads, looking imploringly up at me from where she’s kneeling.
I bite my lip, uncertainly. I’m unwilling to create an even wider chasm between us by calling for Mother Superior to deal with the situation. Plus, I’m being relied upon to bring Emily into line by showing her what it means to be truly diligent to our Lord and Covenant. I can feel myself caving to her pleas because it’s not only Emily who’ll have failed in the eyes of our Mother Superior. Decision made. I’ll do it just this once, but next time I won’t hesitate to take it further.
“Fine,” I say, grudgingly, noting the look of surprise and relief on Emily’s face at my acquiescence.
“Thank you,” she replies, and genuine gratitude bleeds through her tone.
“Have you got a cane, or should I just use my hand?” I question, glancing around at our meager belongings for something I could use and feeling like a complete novice at this, which I am.
I’m already having second thoughts, but I’ve told her I’ll do it, so I will.
“You can use your hand. The cane is much louder, and I will be too if you use one. Considering we are keeping this between ourselves, I think subtlety and stealth would be best. Besides, it’s not the implement you use, it’s the punishment that matters,” she reasons.
I nod in agreement, wondering what on earth I’ve gotten myself into with Sister Emily. This woman is nothing like I expected, she’s a pious sinner and it’s a completely bizarre combination of qualities to witness in a nun.
“Umm, bend over the bed when you’re ready,” I instruct her while trying to keep my voice steady and not let my nervousness show.
Emily doesn’t answer but simply does as I order, and I’m thankful when she bends over her own bed and not mine; I don’t think I could do this if she was on my bed. I move closer to her, and knowing what I’m about to do makes my heart start pounding. Before I completely lose my nerve, I bend forward and grasp the hem of her habit and lift it to her waist, exposing her barely clothed behind. Emily then grabs the habit with one hand, holding it in place for me, and with the other hand, she lowers her underwear, unveiling her ass.
Lifting my hand, I send up a quick prayer for patience and guidance before landing the first spank. It’s not hard, and she barely makes a sound. I’ll have to be harsher if this is to make her repent her sins and help me step into the role of teacher for her. The second spank makes the globe of her butt jiggle, and Emily lets out a small puff of air. Not enough.
Three, four, five...each harder than the last until my hand is beginning to sting, and Emily is now letting out more than airy gasps with each blow.
“Keep going,” she urges, and I do.
I keep punishing her until my palm is pink and throbbing, and I can see the matching glow on Emily’s asscheeks. I’m losing myself to the punishment, relishing the power of being the one in control of this…of Emily. What’s happening to me?
Emily is whimpering now, and the last spank garnered a small sob. I’ve lost count, and it feels like we’ve been here for hours with me beating on her ass with the palm of my hand. My next strike misses its target, landing lower on the curve of her ass above her thigh, and she lets out a small shriek of pain. Encouraged, I repeat the action on the other cheek until Emily is white-knuckling her habit and weeping, the sound muffled by her blankets.