“I know what you want to do, Faith, only you’re too afraid. You want to shove me onto my hands and knees and force me to repent again. I’m a sinner. I’ve tried to be good, but you make me want to be bad.”
Something inside her snaps, and she pushes me backward until my knees buckle when they connect with the bedstead. Unbalanced, I topple over and end up sitting on the edge of the bed. I’m so surprised I don’t speak, and heat floods downward when Faith maneuvers me so I’m now bent over the mattress. The sound of fabric ripping reaches my ears and I nearly moan with anticipation when my underwear is tugged down, the rough material scratching at my thighs.
“Who’s afraid now?” she demands, slapping my ass so hard it sounds like a whip crack, and I squeal in shock. Faith caught me off guard; I wasn’t expecting her to hit that hard.
“You’re holding back. You want to step up to be the leader of our convent someday, but you can’t even put me in my place,” I taunt, laughing breathlessly.
The next blow has me gritting my teeth, and Faith continues to rain down her retribution on my ass until it’s throbbing and her hand is probably numb. I won’t be able to sit down comfortably tomorrow, and I relish the thought.
“Will you repent?” she asks, landing another spank, softer this time, but it still stings my already inflamed skin.
“Yes, I will repent,” I tell her, spinning around to face her and moaning as my ass pulses at the contact with my bed.
I grab her hips and move her, so she’s the one leaning against the bed, and I’m the one in the position of control, but I don’t intend to punish her. I intend to thank her and apologize for what I’ve done. She can’t move, and she doesn’t try. Emboldened by the fact she’s not pushing me away, I drop to my knees in front of her, grunting as my ass flares with pain.
“Stop. What are you doing?” Faith asks sharply, but I ignore her, ducking my hands beneath her habit and running them up her legs to her pussy.
She attempts to slap my hands away, but the thick material prevents her. I ignore her, and slip my fingers into her underwear from both sides and stroke the hot skin. She’s soaked. A faint hum leaves her lips when I touch her, and I watch as her eyes flutter closed, almost unwillingly, and her head falls back.
“Not so innocent now, are you, Sister Faith?” I question, sinking a finger inside her and using my other hand to pull her underwear farther down her legs.
Faith refuses to answer, but the juices coating my finger speak louder than her words ever could. Feeling daring, I lift her habit and duck my head underneath. Trailing my tongue up the inside of her thigh, her gasp sounds clearly, and she shivers. When I finally reach what I’ve been dying to taste, I slow my ministrations to savor it. Swirling my tongue around her clit, I suck on the sensitive nub while still dipping my fingers inside her pussy. Faith is slick, hot, and not pushing me away, and I’m eager and ready to devour her pussy until she’s whimpering, writhing, and coming in my mouth.
Chapter Twelve
Sister Faith
The sensation of Emily’s sharp little tongue flicking at my clit has my eyes rolling back in my head. I shouldn’t be allowing her to do these things, period, let alone to me, but God, help me, I don’t want her to stop. Deft fingers curve up inside me, pressing against my inner wall, and the moan I never intended to make vibrates in my throat. I feel her lips widen into a smile against my pussy, and she sucks on my clit, nearly making me see stars.
I lean back on the bed and spread my legs to give her better access. It’s as though the devil has taken over my body and is also inhabiting the Daughter of Christ currently on her knees in front of me, making love to me with her mouth and fingers. My breath escapes in sharp gasps as I lie back on the mattress.
Emily pulls me toward her with her free hand, which she then slides up the length of my habit to grasp my breast. What is happening to me? Wicked hands and a sinful mouth have me in their thrall, determined to wring the orgasm from my body as I speed toward my own damnation in the form of sinful pleasure.
I cry out when the orgasm peaks, and my pussy contracts around Emily’s fingers, but she allows me no reprieve. She withdraws her fingers and delves her hot wet tongue into my pulsing opening, diligently lapping at the juices and making love to me with the powerful muscle, working my body until I’m convulsing again, this time coming in her mouth.
Emily withdraws her tongue, pushes my legs wider with her hand before inserting her fingers again. Her other hand continues to massage my breasts, switching between the two, and pinching and stroking my tight nipples with her fingertips. I can’t see what she’s doing, her form is still cocooned beneath my habit, but I can feel everything she does. I succumb to the sensations she’s wreaking on me and the carnal sin rampant within me, focused at the point between my legs.
Slowly, Emily slides her tongue farther down, past where her fingers are pumping steadily and rhythmically in and out. I tense when she licks at the forbidden, untouched place, and I shudder when she uses the tip of her tongue to swirl around it.
“What are you doing?” I ask, attempting to sit up, but she doesn’t let me, curving her fingers inside me and lightly pinching my nipple.
“I’m thanking you and showing you how repentant I am,” she says, blowing warm air over my clit.
“You should st-stop,” I tell her, moaning when she latches on again, sucking and swirling around the sensitive nub, driving me to distraction.
Emily’s devious chuckle vibrates through me as I come again. I can barely think straight even to stop her when she pokes at my asshole with her slick finger and slides it slowly inside while continuing to render me speechless and immobile with orgasms.
Her movements slow as I shudder through a weak orgasm and she finally stops. Then lifting the hem of my habit from over her head, she crawls onto the bed and straddles my hips. I look up at her, noticing her messy brown hair and glistening lips. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, and every part of me is tingling with aftershocks.
Leaning forward, she kisses me with her wet lips, seeking entrance to my mouth before plunging her tongue so deep inside that I can taste the sweet juices of the forbidden fruit on it. This is what she has reduced me to, a puddle of illicit desire that she’s so carefully bestowed on me. Emily has doomed herself in the eyes of God with her behavior, and now she’s dragged me down with her. I break the kiss, gasping for air and desperately scrambling to hold together the shattered pieces of my soul, but I’m unable to find purchase anywhere apart from around the hips of the woman sitting astride me.
“If we get caught…” I begin, a note of warning in my tone, but she cuts me off with a kiss.
Her hands shove my habit up to my waist, and I find myself doing the same with hers. I’ve lost myself to this moment, and this woman. I will beg forgiveness later for my transgressions. A moan escapes her lips when she grinds herself against me.
“I can’t, not again,” I whimper as the old-fashioned, coarse material of her underwear rubs against my swollen clit.
“You can,” she urges, moving faster, pressing harder against me.
I roll my head from side to side, even as I lift my hips to meet hers, and the sensations are too much for my oversensitive body.
“Touch me,” she orders.
Almost hesitantly I lift my hands to cup her breasts, rolling the pointed nipples between my fingers, watching in awe when her face lights up as though in rapture. She moves above me, the rough barrier between us stimulating an urgency and need that we both seek to fulfill. Her mouth clashes with mine as she kisses me furiously to muffle our cries while we both shudder in surrender against each other, succumbing to the temptations of our flesh.
Chapter Thirteen
Sister Emily
I look down at Faith; her cheeks are flushed, her swollen lips are parted and shiny from our kiss, and her chest is rapidly rising and falling as she breathes heavily. I smile, and lifting my habit, I cast my gaze lower to look at her pussy where it’s p
ressed against mine. I’ve never done anything like that before, and it was more intense than I ever could have anticipated.
Faith is almost boneless beneath me, and I roll off to lie next to her. I’m still catching my own breath. I never meant to take it this far with her, but Faith was a lot more malleable after I started eating her pussy as though it was my last meal. Maybe now she won’t have that stick shoved up her ass about me, or if she still feels the need, maybe she’ll let me replace that piece of wood with my tongue.
I’m not sure what came over me, but everything I’ve been holding back and repressing about myself over the years has come flooding to the forefront. I’m left unsure and almost drowning in the thoughts and desires I’ve been repeatedly denying myself. I don’t have time to process any of this further, though, when Faith sits up and leans over me with a shy yet also mischievous smile on her lips. I’m suddenly alert, my focus entirely on her, as she slides off the bed, and shoving my habit up above my waist, she grips the edges of my underwear, which I’m still wearing.
I don’t say anything, not wanting to distract her and give her a moment to have second thoughts. I simply lift my hips and allow her to remove my undergarment, exposing my pussy to the cold air in the room and to her. Faith drops her head and slowly licks the length of my slit. I can sense the uncertainty in her actions, so I do the only thing I can to encourage her...I moan.
Her mouth and tongue begin to move faster, exploring my clit and pussy with such care and attention that I feel like I’ll go mad from being edged like this. She begins to find her rhythm, and my soft cries and whimpers increase with her enthusiasm as the orgasm builds slowly within me. Gentle fingers join her tongue, and I bite my lip to keep a lid on the volume of my response. This is what I’ve been wanting, Faith between my legs, feasting on my pussy.
Her careful diligence shines through even now, as she surrenders to desire and eats me out like she’s been doing this for years. In my whole life, I’ve never had anyone where she is now. I’ve never gone further than fumbling hands or my mouth pressed against another woman’s pussy. Her confidence builds, and her pace quickens as she seeks to create a madness within me, using her lips, tongue, and fingers.
I briefly contemplate punishing her next time for driving me mad like she is, chasing me toward the edge and leaving me dangling over the precipice. Faith’s teeth catch against my clit, and I open my mouth in a silent scream as I come, shuddering and shaking on her fingers. Faith takes her revenge on me by continuing to fuck my pussy with her fingers, sucking hard on my tender clit while daringly pushing her tongue inside with her fingers until I’m shattering all over again.
The door bursts open as I let out a shriek of pleasure and come hard.
“Sister Emily and Sister Faith! What do you think you are doing?!” the almost ungodly screech of anger coming from Mother Superior rips through the air, making my heart freeze, and causing Faith to pause, her face still pressed against my body.
Neither of us moves or says a word as we wait for the explosion, “Clean yourselves up immediately, make yourselves decent and get to my office in fifteen minutes. No excuses!” Mother Superior barks at the top of her voice, and I feel Faith flinch from where she’s still positioned.
The door slams shut, and Faith looks up at me with horror, guilt, and embarrassment stark on her pretty features. Turning away, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, grabs her underwear, and walks out of the room without a backward glance, leaving me alone. The weight of what I’ve done is crushing, but I don’t feel any remorse about doing it, I only regret the way Faith looked at me before her abrupt exit. I’ll be lucky if she ever forgives me, especially by the time Mother Bitch has finished with us.
Chapter Fourteen
Sister Faith
I can’t believe Mother Superior caught us, especially at the moment she did when I had my head between Emily’s legs. The power I held over her was incredibly satisfying, more so than I expected, even from my seemingly subservient position, kneeling at her feet. It was poor timing to have Mother Superior burst in at that moment, but maybe I can turn the blame away from me.
I almost feel guilty for my plan to pin this all on Emily, but it was her willful carelessness that got us into this mess in the first place. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was yet another ploy to get me into trouble, although the look of dismay and shock on Emily’s face said otherwise.
I had to get out of there. I had to get away from the evidence of her arousal and pleasure in plain view, and away from the room that she has tainted with sin…where she has tainted me. I submitted and allowed her to repent as she chose, but it was another of her games. I was wrapped up in the feelings she was releasing within me, and forgot my mission, my faith, and all of the right choices. I chose to repay her in kind, and the opportunity was rife in that moment. Alas, it seems to have worked against me, but I intend to change my fate if I can.
I hurry along to the bathroom, and heading inside, I lock the door behind me and strip out of my habit. I quickly and carefully scrub every inch of me she has touched with her tongue, trying to ignore the lingering buzz that makes me shudder every time I brush over my clit with the washcloth. Satisfied that I’m clean, I dress once again and exit the bathroom. Keeping my head down, I walk through the long corridors of the convent to Mother Superior’s office.
When I get there, the bench outside is empty, but I don’t sit down. Instead, I decide to get this over with and take advantage of Emily’s absence. It will be easier if I don’t have to look at her face while I lay the blame entirely on her doorstep. It pains me to do it, but I can’t risk losing my place and my life here.
“Come in.” Mother Superior's clipped tone easily reaches me through the solid wooden door.
Taking a deep breath, I clasp the handle and turn it. I push the door open and walk inside to face my fate.
“Sister Faith, where is Sister Emily?” she asks, noting I’m alone.
I shake my head, “She’s not here yet, Mother Superior,” I answer meekly.
I may not be as simple and innocent as my sisterhood believed, but Sister Mary Margaret still very much intimidates me.
“Late as always. No matter, I will talk to you first. You and Sister Emily have disgraced yourselves. You have disrespected God by engaging in sinful activities and breaking a number of our sacred virtues. Explain yourself,” Mother Superior says, disapproval written all over her face and in her words.
I drop down onto my knees and then prostrate myself in front of her, bowing my head in shame. “I’m sorry, Mother Superior. I did tell her to stop, but she was constantly teasing me and trying to tempt me into sin. I tried to do what you asked and help her, but she wouldn’t listen. She wouldn’t keep to the righteous path laid out for her, no matter how hard I tried to help her stay on it. Sister Emily did everything she could to lead me astray, and I regret to say she was successful. I made a mistake, I never meant to let it get so far!”
“I thought you were better than this, Sister Faith. Is there anything else you need to confess?”
“I never told you how bad it had gotten, because I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me for failing, but everything got out of hand. She would regularly abandon her chores and leave me to pick up the slack, but the real problems started when I walked in on her ringing the devil’s doorbell and screaming my name with lust as she did so. I wish I had told you sooner, but she manipulated me. Please forgive me, Mother. I’ve sinned, and I need to be punished for it.”
I lift my head to look at her, unsure of what to expect, but she looks slightly calmer, more thoughtful.
She finally nods in agreement before responding sharply, “Yes, my child, you shall be chastised. Stand up, move over to the desk, lift your habit above your waist, and lower your underwear.”
I rise up as gracefully and quickly as I can, and make my way over to the desk. Although I’ve seen the welts and faded scars on Emily’s ass, I’ve never been punished by Mother Sup
erior before. I do as I’m ordered, and brace myself, tensing in wary anticipation of the first cut of the cane.
“Relax, and it won’t hurt so badly,” she orders, and I do try, but when the wood connects with my backside, I can’t stop the howl that leaves my mouth.
The cane hits again, swishing through the air and striking me with a resounding thwack. I do everything I can not to tense up, but it doesn’t work. My eyes water, and I clench my teeth to keep the scream in. Blow after blow lands on my ass, and I give up trying to hold back the agonized sounds leaving my mouth. The latest one she delivered made my vision turn white, and I nearly deafened myself with my own screeches… I think she may have broken the skin.
After what feels like hours, the beating finally ends. My legs are wobbling, tears are streaming down my face, and my voice is hoarse.
“That’s enough. You have borne your punishment for your transgressions and are now forgiven. Return to your room, Sister Faith, and continue to repent. Contemplate on how you may cleanse your soul of the darkness that has been laid upon it by Sister Emily.”
“Yes, Mother Superior. Thank you,” I reply weakly.
Standing up straight, I carefully pull my underwear over my stinging, sore ass before letting my habit drop back down to cover me once again. I walk to the door on unsteady legs, and on opening it, I’m met by the fearful, white face of Sister Emily. After briefly catching her gaze, I avoid her eyes and walk away, wincing as my ass throbs painfully. I leave her there, along with the guilt over what I’ve done. I’ll repent and regain the grace that I’ve lost today. I’ll strive, once again, to be a pillar of diligence and make myself worthy in the eyes of our Mother Superior and God.
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