Chapter Seven
Sister Emily
My ass smarts from my punishment, but Emily’s rejection of me makes my heart sting even more. I was caught up in the moment; a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions spurred me to act, and I kissed her. Pulling my underwear up, I hiss at the pain radiating through my ass. For someone so hesitant to punish my indiscretions, she sure went to town on me with her hand. Despite the fact she almost literally just spanked the skin from my ass, I’m tempted to lift my habit back up my legs, and expose the satiny stockings which adorn them to her again.
I watch Faith as she kneels on the paved floor beside her bed, head bowed in prayer. Her soft, silky lips silently shape the words for our Lord. She pauses in her prayer, and before continuing, she pokes out her pale-pink tongue and delicately traces her lips, leaving a trail of saliva glistening in the dim light. I feel the heat pool between my thighs at the sight, imagining how her mouth and hot tongue would feel tracing my clit and delving deep into my pussy.
My body responds, and the rough sensations of my underwear against my sore skin and already sensitive clit make me ache. I’m wet, so fucking wet. I want to strip the underwear from my body, bring Faith between my legs, and have her say her prayers against my hot, wet pussy. Instead of these illicit thoughts, though, I should be following her lead. I should be praying for redemption and protection from the devil who keeps whispering these sweet temptations into my ear, attempting to draw me deeper into sin.
I wish I could move, but I’m still bent over my bed where she left me. My whole body is alive with desire for the nun merely feet away from me, but I know in my heart she’d reject my advances if I were to make any. This is torture; it’s a test of my strength, and my diligence in following the tenets of my faith. Even before I’ve slid down the bed and onto my knees to pray for absolution, I know I shall fail.
I can still sense the feel of her skin on mine as my ass presses against my heels, and it’s taking all my restraint not to get to my feet, stride across the room, and kiss her again. When she held me, I was only inches away from her angelically beautiful face with her intoxicating yet simple scent surrounding me. I closed the distance between us, tasting her sweetness with a feather touch. I wanted more than a brush of lips, though, and when she shied away, I wanted to pull her back to me and claim her mouth.
One thing I know for certain now is that she either likes me or trusts me more than I thought she did. She could’ve gone to Mother Bitch, but she didn’t; she listened to me and chose to stay here and deliver my punishment instead. There may well be something more to Faith than innocence, grace, and diligence. There’s a hint of an adventurous spirit shining through her carefully controlled outward appearance.
The nun who just spanked me was the same one who interrupted Mother Bitch when she was teaching; she is not the meek young woman she invariably chooses to portray. It makes me wonder what else she may be willing to do, and whether she is corruptible. When did my vision and mind become so twisted? I’m losing sight of the path on which I’m committed to tread, tempted by the devil to stray farther into darkness.
I wait until she’s finished her prayers and the quiet amen has left her lips before speaking. “Faith.”
“Yes, Sister Emily.” she replies, sounding cautious and wary as she turns to face me.
“Thank you. You could have gone to Mother Superior, but I’m grateful you didn’t.”
“I’m not going to say that what happened is okay, because clearly it isn’t. However, you were right in your observation that we are all extensions of the Lord and of each other, and therefore what I did in response was appropriate…that’s not to say I won’t go to Mother Superior if you ever do that again.” Faith jerks her head, motioning toward the chair where she saw me sinning.
Now we’re talking again, I can’t resist the urge to tease her.
“When you say that, do you mean sit or touch myself again?” I ask slyly, fighting back a smile, especially when her cheeks darken.
“Touch yourself,” she replies, almost breathlessly.
That’s when I know how much this whole episode has affected her. I’m not sure in what way: whether it awoke in her the same lusty beast it has me, or if she is just upset over it. I suspect the former, but without bending her over, lifting her habit, and stuffing my fingers into her underwear to see if she’s wet, I won’t be able to prove it.
I stare at her, and Faith stares back, neither of us moving; once again, we’re in a silent standoff. I want to break the silence, and snap her crisp little facade to see what she’s hiding, but instead, I do nothing. Finally, looking away, I attempt to calm my racing thoughts and raging desire. I need to defeat the demons threatening to overtake me. They’re slowly chipping away at everything good inside of me and baring my soul to the devil and his whims.
Chapter Eight
Sister Faith
I’m not entirely sure what happened today, but I sense that a sort of shift occurred between us. Emily may have caught a glimmer of the uncertainty in me, but when she tried to kiss me, it reinforced the walls I’ve built to guard myself against sin. I must not sully myself with lusts of the body, nor must I allow myself to be led into temptation by the devil and the laziest nun in the convent.
I’m conflicted about keeping this between myself and Emily. In doing so, I’ve potentially betrayed the trust Mother Superior has bestowed upon me. Yet, I feel Emily deserves no further punishment than the one she has already received, and she’d be given no mercy from Mother Superior. I toss and turn in bed, unable to settle my mind.
After hours of restlessness, I rise, pull on my habit in the dark, and leave our room, being careful not to disturb my roommate. I head down to the chapel, using the faint light to guide me. I run my hands along the inner walls of the convent, feeling the smooth, but uneven surface of the cold stones beneath my fingers. I will spend the rest of the night in contemplation if I have to, just to gain some clarity.
Walking into the chapel, I’m surprised to see that it isn’t empty like I’d expected, given the late hour. Thankfully, my steps are light and quiet, and I haven’t disturbed the nun who is deep in prayer. I wait quietly for her to finish, and catch one of the words from her invocation…‘patience’.
When she has completed her devotions, she rises to her feet and jumps a little when she sees me standing in the doorway. In the faint light from the flickering votives, I see her face, and recognize her as Sister Suri. She doesn’t speak to me, remaining totally silent as she walks past me and out of the chapel, reminding me vividly of the heavy silence that surrounds our Sister Purity.
Once I’m alone, I make my way down the line of pews to the front row. I bow my head and kneel, closing my eyes as I pray for guidance from the Lord. Hours pass, the sky is still dark but beginning to lighten, the candles have burned low, and my knees are cold and aching by the time my prayers are complete. I feel calmer, more grounded, but no more certain about my path than I was when I walked through the chapel doors, several hours ago.
Rising on unsteady legs, I slowly turn and make my way back through the stark silence and darkness of the convent toward my room. I reflect on the trials I have faced, and the ones yet to come and hope in my heart that I can be strong enough to overcome them.
When I get back to my room, I hesitate outside with my hand on the doorknob. Emily is probably asleep, but the memory of what I saw last time I opened this door is fresh in my mind; it rises to the surface like the hem of her habit she’d lifted above her waist while she sinned. I enjoyed seeing that more than I should have. Something about her pleading eyes and the way she went down onto her knees called to some darker side of me that’s usually in slumber. Emily seemed willing to worship me as though I was her own personal deity, making me believe only I could grant her any of her heart’s desires. I cut off that train of thought before it can take root, but it still lingers.
We have one Lord, and I am not He, nor ever will be.
Chapter
Nine
Sister Emily
I wake up the next morning, earlier than usual, but I’m not planning to rise just yet. I smile when I roll onto my back and my ass throbs mildly; it’s evidence of how firm Faith was during the spanking she gave me. I open my eyes, cutting them across the room to look at her. She’s still asleep, her angelic face relaxed and peaceful, and in complete contrast with her shocked and angry expression from the previous day. Ebony colored strands of hair fall into her eyes, lightly caressing her cheeks. She’s so beautiful.
The longer I stare at her, the more my body awakens and desire spreads throughout me like liquid fire, pooling hot and wet between my legs. It’s so wrong of me to succumb to the devil’s whispers, but seemingly of its own volition, my hand creeps down to where I’m aching for her the most.
Biting my lip to keep silent, I exhale harshly through my nose when my fingers run through the sticky juices gathered there, and I bring them up to rub against my clit. I start slowly, getting faster and faster, pressing harder and harder until sparks of pleasure are zinging through me. I almost cry out when the orgasm hits, but I tighten my teeth around my lip until it feels like the skin might break. I somehow manage to stifle it as I shiver through the aftershocks.
I pull the blankets more firmly around me until I’m cocooned in them, and rolling over, I let my eyes drift closed. A feeling of satisfaction washes over me as my pussy drips with the sweet juices of sin. I’m on a slippery slope, battling with my illicit desires and the need to remain loyal and diligent to my faith, but I’m sliding fast and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to regain enough control over myself to stop.
When I finally awaken again, it’s brighter in the room and much later than it was. I’m not sure how long I’ve slept for this time, but when I turn over, I see Faith praying by her bed. I let out a heavy sigh of relief. With her and Mother Bitch both watching me, I can’t afford to misstep any more than I already have. There’s only so much they will let slide, and I’m guessing the real reason Mother Bitch ordered Faith and I to share the room was to ensure I didn’t fall any farther from grace. Our accommodation has sufficient space for both of us, but with a second person in here it feels smaller and more constricted.
I stretch out my body before sitting up. My leg muscles are tight from the strain I put on them, keeping them in place when Faith was punishing me. I almost want to see what other misdemeanors I can commit to tempt her to do it again, but with my luck she wouldn’t hang around to hear me plead with her next time.
I change out of my nightclothes, not bothering to hide my body from Faith, who I catch looking at me when I turn to grab clean clothes. Her eyes burn into my back when I slowly roll my stockings up each of my legs. I’m teasing her now, delaying pulling on my underwear while showing her my ass, which I can guarantee is still pink if not bruised from her hand. I want her to see the marks she has left on my skin, and if I’m honest, I want her to be as affected by them as I am.
I move to the simple wooden wardrobe beside my bed and open the doors. Reaching in I take out a fresh habit and put it on. Lastly, I return to the bed, and lifting the habit to my waist, I slowly pull on my underwear, careful to draw it out for as long as possible. I don’t laugh, I don’t giggle, I stay deadly serious the entire time. I can feel Faith still watching me, and when I’m finally ready to begin the day, I turn to face her.
Faith’s arms are crossed under her breasts, and even with the modesty granted by her habit, I can see the smooth curve of them beneath the material. A smile twitches at the corner of my lips, but I hold it back when I see the swirl of anger in her gaze. Good, it worked. She’s angry with me, only this time I’ve done nothing but silently taunt her while preparing for the day ahead. Satisfied I’ve frustrated her as much as she does me, I kneel by the bed and complete my morning prayer.
Chapter Ten
Sister Faith
Sister Emily is trying to get to me, to make me lash out and show her that I’m not as perfect as I seem. I’m not a fool, though, and this time, I won’t play her games, no matter how hard she tries to tempt me with her wicked ways...even if at some deeper level I might want to.
The day is filled with chores: cleaning, baking, and anything else that needs to be done. It passes uneventfully with Sister Emily working dutifully alongside me, and for once, she doesn’t take multiple breaks or duck out early. I might almost be fooled into believing I’m having a positive effect on her, but I know better. I keep a straight face and my tongue silent when Mother Superior comes into the room to oversee our progress. Unable to spot anything amiss with our work and having observed that Emily is present, she leaves without a word.
“Did you know she was coming here today?” I whisper to Emily, as I turn to face her, my eyes narrowing to pin her with a suspicious glare.
She ignores me, paying no attention to my inquiry, and continues carefully ironing the fresh habits from the hamper situated between us. I nudge her with my elbow, not wanting to speak any louder and risk getting into trouble for slacking. Mother Superior runs a tight schedule, almost too rigid; sometimes it feels like we have gone back in time. We have electricity, central heating, electric ovens, etcetera, but we still have to do many things the old-fashioned way by hand.
“Emily,” I hiss, a little louder as I glance furtively over my shoulder.
Her eyes flash to mine and her lips curve up into a secretive smile, and then her gaze flickers over my shoulder just as a hand lands on it.
“Sister Faith, why have you stopped?” Mother Superior’s voice cuts through the air sharper than a blade.
I think very quickly before finally replying. “I need to top up the water in my iron, Mother.”
My heart is thundering in my chest, and my stomach drops to my feet as I unplug the iron and carry it toward the faucet to top it up. All the while, I’m hoping that Mother Superior doesn’t notice how high the water level already is. I return with the iron to see Mother Superior still watching me with a haughty expression on her face, and when I plug the iron back in, I catch her glancing at the water level. Emily is quietly standing by her board, diligently working
“Next time don’t let it run so low,” Mother Superior says as she turns and exits the room.
I don’t speak a word, just silently seethe as I continue with my work. Emily must have seen Mother Superior coming up behind me, and she set me up. I have no way to prove it, though. I should be above all of this, but I want to get my own back on her, and I want to do it privately. Annoyance rises within me at the realization, once again, Emily has managed to get to me.
Chapter Eleven
Sister Emily
When I saw Mother Bitch returning, I knew that Faith would be caught. For once it was rewarding to be seen as the dutiful nun in Mother Bitch’s eyes, even if it was for a self-serving ruse. I experienced an intense sense of satisfaction. When I saw the badly hidden, angry expression on Faith’s face, I knew it wasn’t only Faith who’d been caught. I’m beginning to wonder how much further I can push her until she breaks.
The urge to do something bold and reckless rises within me, but I stifle it for now. This isn’t the time or the place, not with Mother Bitch lurking in the shadows ready to catch us.
Later, when the chores are finally done and I’m almost ready to drop where I’m standing, I follow quietly after Faith as she storms off to our room. She moves as gracefully as she can manage, but I can see the irritation and humiliation she feels, rolling off of her in waves. I want to bask in it, and see exactly what this ‘diligent young woman’ is really capable of doing.
When we get back to our room, she shoves open the door, and I only just manage to grab the doorknob and stop the door from hitting against the wall. I close it behind me with a soft click before turning to face the consequences of my actions, which are about to be delivered by the ebony-haired angel standing in front of me.
“You did that on purpose,” she says accusingly, her voice rigid and every word hard on h
er soft lips.
I fight back the smile trying to break free, but I’m not sure I succeed because her lips thin and her eyes narrow.
“Fine, I admit it. I knew Mother Superior was behind you in the laundry. The question is, what are you going to do about it?” I ask, a hint of teasing in my tone. I only just manage not to refer to Mary Margaret as Mother Bitch in front of Faith.
She falters, and hesitation flickers in her eyes. I move toward her, the hem of my habit rustling across the paved floor. Hesitation morphs into wariness the closer I get to her before anger begins to simmer once again in her hazel eyes. I’m almost right in front of her now, and Faith is clenching her fists at her side. It’s been a few weeks since she moved in, and the tension between us has reached a boiling point. Everything has led to this point, and I know I shouldn’t have done what I did, but I was getting sick of the way she was always so perfect and held together. Now I’m finally seeing the untamed and less than perfect woman battling against her own will and mine.
“I should fetch Mother Superior and tell her everything,” she hisses, and I smile.
“But you won’t, will you? So what are you going to do?” I taunt.
My body is hot with excitement from the confrontation and the possibility of where this is heading. If things go how I want them to, then this will end with me flat on my bed, my ass red from Faith’s punishment, and her tongue lapping at my pussy. This is reckless, more so than anything I’ve ever done before, and I’m practically drenched at the prospect. Faith remains silent.
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