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.
“Enough,” Emily sobs breathlessly, dropping the habit over her bright-pink ass.
I step away from where she remains bent over the bed, my eyes widening when she turns her head to face me, and I see her teary eyes and swollen lips.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure what came over me,” I stammer, reaching out to her.
Emily lets me wrap my arms around her, and even though I’ve just spanked the devil out of her, I’m compelled to reassure her that my actions don’t reflect my personal feelings toward her. After a moment’s hesitation, she returns the embrace. I look at her countenance, our faces almost level, and I see the lingering sin lurking within her eyes. Then something switches within her, and leaning forward, she brushes her lips over mine.
I gasp and back away. “Are you truly repentant for what you did? It seems to me you’re uncaring of the effect your actions will have upon your soul should you continue down this path.”
It’s wrong. All of this is wrong, and she’s going to drag me down to hell with her if I don’t put a stop to it. I refuse to walk down this wicked path, not with her or anyone else. I pull myself away from her, and moving to my side of the room, I kneel beside my bed, press my palms together, and I pray.
Chapter Seven
Sister Emily
My ass smartsfrom 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 quietamenhas 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 dothatagain.” 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 saythat, 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 entirelysure 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.