Wait. What?
Could she know about me?
"What are you saying, Reverend Mother?"
"Father, forgive me," she pleads, "I know about your proclivity."
Using all of the control I have in my body, I still the muscles in my face hiding my surprise at this ambush. When I don't respond, the Reverend Mother continues.
"I went to the Monsignor with my worries initially. He is the one who advised me to send Sister Suri to you. He said that you would be able to corral her appropriately, making sure that she would know how to compose herself while she's under our protection. I didn't push for any additional explanation from him, but after what I found out she did in her room a couple of nights ago--"
"What did you find out, Mother? What did she do?"
Finding out that my secret had been exposed to one inconsequential person by mistake was enough of a blow. Finding out that it's been entrusted to a woman of the Reverend Mother's stature is deplorable.
"One of the Sisters came to me with news that she heard Sister Suri…"
A dark crimson blush broke out on the Mother's face, and I knew where she was heading. Part of me wanted to stop her so she wouldn't have to speak through her embarrassment. Still, the other part of me, the depraved side, wants to--no--needs to hear her say it so she can share in this moment of humility. Also, hearing her tell me about how Suri fucked herself into oblivion will fill me with immense pleasure. Then, I'll have two secrets on her; one more than she has on me.
"Yes?" I say, urging her on.
"She heard her...in the throes of passion."
"What was she doing?"
"What?" The look of shock on her face that I would ask her for more details is perfection. She came here knowing my secret and is, essentially, using it against me. She isn't going to get away without suffering a little because of it.
"What," I pause, staring at her pointedly, from the chair across from hers, "was she doing, Reverend Mother?"
"I'm sure you can use your imagination, Father," she scoffs, amazed that I would expect her to provide me with further detail.
"Oh, I know I can," I shoot her a smug grin, "but if you want my help, I am going to need as many details as possible. If you'd prefer, I can bring the Sister in who heard her…"
"No!" she shouts.
She must have a fondness for the girl who came forward. Perhaps the Domme in her unwittingly found herself a sub?
I raise an eyebrow, effectively letting her know that I am waiting for an answer.
"She was," she looks down at the handkerchief that's had the life twisted out of it since she sat down, "touching… herself."
I nod my head slowly. My dick is getting hard, and I don't care enough to hide it anymore. The Reverend Mother looks from her hands to my crotch. When it hits her that I am turned on, she shoots out of her seat and faces the wall.
I laugh to myself and stand up. Walking over to Mother Superior, I stand as close as I can to her back, my hard cock lightly grazing the fabric of her habit.
"And you'd like me to discipline her? Would that," I bend slightly, so my lips are to her ear. I lower my voice and continue, "please you, Mother?"
She whips herself around very quickly for a woman of her age. Her eyes are full, and the blush is back in her cheeks. She shakes her head very slightly to compose her reaction before she answers. What she says is not at all what I was expecting to hear from a woman of God.
But who are you to decide that?
"Yes, Father. It would please me for you to discipline her; by all means necessary. Her time of reflection ends tomorrow. She will return to you, then."
I swear I see a look of delight on her face before she turns on the ball of her foot and walks out of my office.
Oh, Suri…
Were you thinking about me when you touched yourself the other night? Did you need a time of reflection to cleanse your soul after your transgression, or did you need it because you got caught? Or, a third option, did you need it because it's the only thing that would keep you far away from me?
These are just some of the questions I have for you upon your return tomorrow. I believe these may be the easiest questions for you to answer because I plan on digging deep down when it comes to you. I want to know who you are, why you're here, and what--or who--you need protection from.
You think you know what you saw the other day and I'm sure you're partially correct, but you don't know the half of it. Your time of reflection is over starting tomorrow, does that mean that you've figured out how you're going to deal with it? How you're going to deal with seeing me, being around me? What you saw? Are you over it and going to leave it alone, or are you going to do your own digging? That could be a fun game.
I can't wait to see her. I want to see how she handles herself in front of me with the information she holds. More than that, I want to see her reaction when she finds out that I have information about her now, too.
I think the consecrated devil just found himself a born-again virgin.
Suri
The past three days weren't as horrible as I initially thought they would be. Getting to know Sister Dawn a little better, was delightful. She's such a positive person, and it's hard being upset around her. It was also a load off to be able to talk to someone about the real me.
But, I've been dreading my arrival at St. Bartholomew's since the second I got in the van. Maybe I'll luck out, and Father Stone got transferred to another parish over the past few days?
No such luck. I see him walking from the Rectory to the church as we pull into the parking lot. I can see his muscles under his tight black button-up shirt. My eyes trace the outline of his shoulders, remembering the marks I noticed on him. They graze down his body, over his perfect, round ass, and fall on his hand. I remember the noise I heard him make as that hand gripped and slipped up and down his cock.
This isn't good. I am terrified to see Father Stone, yet I am still thinking about him sexually. What the hell is wrong with me?
Maybe he forgot about me? I am just going to keep my head down and go about my business. I can't see anything, Father Stone included, if I'm looking at my desk all day.
When I get into the lobby, I gaze into the office through the large window it sits behind. Agnes is already here, as usual. I peer down the hallway behind my desk, leading to Father Stone's office, and see that his door is open and the light is off.
Thank goodness. I hurry into the office and sit at my desk quickly and quietly. I turn on my computer and get my lunch from my bag while I wait for it to load. Once I put in the password they assigned to me, I walk down the hallway, past Father Stone's office, and into the church kitchen where the delicious aroma of coffee greets me.
I walk to the tall industrial style refrigerator and place my lunch inside. When I close the door, as if I am in a horror film, suddenly, he is there.
Father Stone.
I gasp in fear, the shit thoroughly scared out of me, but his hard expression never changes.
"Jesus Christ!" I shriek, though only loud enough for him and me to hear.
"Agnes was right, you really do make a horrible nun," he says to me.
"I'm sorry… it's just…" I breathe slowly, trying to catch my breath. "You scared the shit out of me!"