Father Clarence, when approving my vow of silence, said it would do me well with being humble. He felt like humility was lost on me when I first entered the convent. Between the two, Father Clarence and Father O’Rourke, they had set up a rigorous work program for me that included my normal prayer times, two meal times alone, and paying penance for them to absolve my worldly sins. My penance would be harsh and cruel, but I needed to know how it felt to have my sins beaten out of me.
When this was first agreed, I had heard Mother Superior vehemently argue my training with them, but as par for the course, the men overruled her. I think she honestly, in her own way, tried to save me. But now, since I’ve been desecrated, though she has no proof, she only looks at me with disdain. I’m not sure if it’s because they passed her up, or because she actually is that pious.
In this place – it’s hard to tell.
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5 Years Ago
“Marchfield, get your ass over here in line.”
I sat up groggy on my cot as the house mother yelled my name for morning count. Being in the foster system sucked. You had absolutely no say in what happened with your life. I always laughed at the movies they showed us in school that said as teenagers we could be our own individuals.
We were robots, unable to have our own thoughts or make our own choices. We did what they said, when they said it, and how they said it. They told us when to eat, sleep, piss, and breathe. I couldn’t wait until the day I turned eighteen so I could skip out of this place and be my own person.
Five more long years, and I would be on my own.
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Father O’Rourke
Purity wasa vision in that habit. How we lucked out having her walk right through our doors, and being so submissive, it was truly God’s plan.
Now was the moment of truth as she walked over toward me after her morning prayer and meal. I was secretly hoping she would’ve disobeyed me. The thought of spanking her smooth ass made the front of my trousers tighten.
I had instructed her to wear nothing under her habit today. There would be no way to hide it from the others if they saw her because it would show a sliver of skin at the very top. I knew the humiliation of that alone would transcend on her soul, that they knew she was nothing more than a common dirty girl. I had more instructions for her after our lesson for her next study course with Clarence.
I ran my finger across her bare sliver of skin, feeling the goosebumps pop up all over her body. I smiled broadly to let her know I was proud, I twirled my index finger instructing she should disrobe. Dropping her loose clothes to the ground, she looked at me demurely.
The dark, smattering bush that encircled the vee in her legs, was mine for the taking. As much as I wanted to shove her mouth full of my cock, I needed to taste her. It was that sweet scent that I craved more than anything else.
I pointed to my desk. She walked over, hoisting herself up. By now she knew what was expected, what I desired. This had happened several times and she got to know me as well as I knew her. Being on a vow of silence meant part of her lesson with me was that she needed to learn to do everything without vocal instructions.
She laid back as her legs fell naturally apart. Raising an eyebrow at her, she saw what I was expecting. She immediately lifted her legs up on the desk, spreading them open for easier access. Her pussy was soaked and waiting. She could act like this was a chore all she wanted, but when my mouth touched her slit and her muscles clenched around my tongue, she wasn’t fooling anyone but herself.
I scooted her bottom to the edge of desk, so it was just hanging over. Pulling her lips apart, I dove into her sweet taste, a forbidden ecstasy that, in that moment, I was allowing myself to have. She writhed and squirmed under me, but never made a sound. Putting my thumb on her engorged clit, I pressed down as I thrust my tongue in and out tasting her release. It was the most beautiful sight whenever she came, knowing that I was the one that made it happen.
My pants came down, my rigid cock went straight into her ass. This was penance; punishment was expected. Because she needed to repent there was no lubrication that would ease the pain. Faster and faster, her cheeks bounced on my desk as I recited the scripture to her about the whore of Babylon. Her mouth opened in silent scream as I emptied my load.
“Bend over.” I instructed, making sure she knew she still needed to be punished for making me be sinful. She offered her body so willingly, how was I supposed to refrain, even as a man of the cloth? She was so delicious looking; waiting on her knees, ass in the air as I cracked her with the paddle once, twice, three times.
That gorgeous rosy glow I had left in her ass was making me hard again.Good thing I worked in a convent, I mused,lots of female subordinates,all willing to do what I wanted. I rubbed her stinging skin softly. Easing her to her feet, it took everything I had not to lick the tears off her face as I pulled her off my desk. The puddle on the floor was my proof she enjoyed paying penance. Her face turned as scarlet as her ass when she saw it.
I looked at her pointedly. She would suffer far worse if I had to say it out loud. Stiffly, she bent, scooping up her juices mixed with whatever secretions of mine came out with her tongue, swallowing it down.
“Put these on for your time with Father Clarence.” I smiled deviously, knowing she would hate it, but do it anyway. It was uncanny how well it was ingrained in her to follow my orders.
The stockings he had sent to put her in, had satin sashes hanging from them which would be used as an aid to tie her wrists together later.
Without question, she pulled the sheer leg wear on, one at a time. She had learned really early on not to disobey us. She sported scars on her breasts from him, and my brand on her belly, right above her pelvis.
The first time she had neglected my orders, she met the scorching hot steel, a brand I was not afraid to use on her body. I brought the metal poker that was custom made for me before I was assigned to this convent. It had a Gaelic cross on the end. I had scored logs in my fireplace for ornamental reasons but found it was a perfect way to mark her and make her understand the significance of obeying, and the horrible repercussions of not following instructions.
When I saw her bite down on my belt, as the smell of her burnt, singed skin came through my senses, I honestly believed it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Yet, she never uttered a sound. She shed an insane number of tears, but there was no scream of pain. I knew then – I was her God, her Redeemer, her Savior. I could do as I pleased and I would find no resistance.
Shaking myself out of my memory, I realized she was in position, kneeling in front of me, ready to say goodbye. I put my hand on her head, quoted a scripture, then gave her my left hand so she could kiss my holy ring. Normally, I would not ask for that kind of papal respect, but from her, my pet, I would ask that, and she would give me so much more.
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