Chapter 1

Sister Angela picked up the short multi-pronged whipping device again from the kneeling bench desk in front of her.

The distraught nun had already removed her cowl and robe leaving her back flesh bared for her self-administered punishment. She had sinned and she had repented and now it was time for her to receive her penance for her sin. She looked up at the silent priest in the corner watching her every move carefully. The attractive young nun knew he wanted to dispense the punishment with his own hands but they both were aware it would not be appropriate in the case of a fully ordained sister with years of dedicated service in her past.

Father Malloy had heard Sister Angela's striking confession and had given her unqualified forgiveness for her Cardinal Sin of Lust and now her penance was to be performed before she left the secluded private room in the rectory of the church for duties in the school nearby. He did his level best not to look at her naked boobs jutting out in vain and proud glory with their nipples rising to the sky above like little pointers of heightened sexual arousal. He kept his own hidden shame out of sight and it could not be seen poking against the heavy robes like some wild animal eager for some action.

The good sister felt the weight of the cruel instrument of torture in her hands and she let it whistle through the air without touching her flesh. It had been a long time since she had flagellated her sinful body but now her transgressions were too severe to ignore without remedial action.

Angela was mortified that the priest was in the grasp of an uncontrollable erection waiting for her to strike the first blow on her delicate soft skin with the instrument of torture. She knew he would give her no mercy if he had her bound to the punishment chair in the basement because she had heard the stories from the sobbing young girls sobbing about their corporal indignities all suffered for the remission of their teenaged sins. She had long thought that the girls were merely exaggerating their ordeals but now that she was somewhat in the same boat she had a great deal more empathy for their shameful treatment.

The first blow from the nasty whip carried a sting that she knew was a kiss of painful pleasure on her rarely exposed female flesh. The hard leather strands of the terrible tool caressed her skin like the tender fingertips of a lover with driving urgency to push her into a release more sinful than her original transgressions under the covers in her little cell. She remembered that she had no recourse but to shake from head to toe with the joy of her instinctive release when her fingers hit the trigger hidden deep inside her feminine folds pressed so tightly into the form of the teddy bear her students had given her for Valentine's Day. She knew it was only a stuffed animal but she imagined that it was the hulking day-worker that cleaned the basement and helped put out the trash cans on the side street twice a week. She knew he was ripe with the scent of his muscular unwashed body but she fantasized that he was handling her needy body with his huge hands just like he man-handled the heavy trash cans with his strong arms ringed with muscles of steel that gave no quarter. She could almost feel the weight of his body on top of her as she pushed her face into the pillow to muffle her groans of sheer pleasure.

Quickly, Sister Angela whipped her bare flesh with hard sure swings of the stinging whip. The priest nodded in confirmation of her heavy hand. There was no doubt that she was applying the proper pressure to her flagellation process from the sharply defined red stripes on her female flesh.

The priest stayed her hand and told her to bend over.

Then, he applied the soothing salve to her skin allowing his greedy fingers to run over her shoulders and back all the way down almost to the little concave depression just above her ass crack.

Angela felt a sense of inevitability sweep over her.

The priest was young and not bad-looking. She knew he still had the hidden hard-on under his robes but she tried desperately not to think about the possibilities of actually getting her hands on it to test its firmness. She put her palms together and did the only thing she could do under the circumstances.

She started her litany of prayers hoping that the priest might continue his explorations but knowing that she should be thinking exactly the opposite if she wanted her soul to be saved.

A hidden smile flitted across her pretty face unseen by the priest as she felt his slow hand plunge down lower onto her soft twin globes of perfectly matched buttocks deliciously vibrating with the passion of the moment and the stress of her recent self-imposed whipping. Her words spoken rapidly with a panting hum of excitement were spoken with her face down and out of sight. Her tone grew a bit in volume as the demanding hands transgressed into her delicate regions and confirmed with authoritative finality that she was wet and ready for further action.

There was no way that she could hide her shameful desire for male impalement because she immediately started to lift her flanks in the age-old familiar movement that females did to induce males into that popular position known obscenely as the "Doggie" position. She continued to pray with a feverish speed hiding her face and her expression of need hoping that it would happen quickly and without a single word because she knew she would be far too embarrassed to admit her raw passion was ingrained so deeply into her psyche that it knew no bounds.

She tried not to hear his words of calculated comfort about how this session was to teach her proper humility and the need to keep her body pure in thought as well as deed. He told her to keep her thoughts on her religious duties and not to take pleasure in the stretching of her female parts. Of course, she stayed silent except for the mumble of her memorized prayers and she simply widened her stance to take his welcomed weight on her sturdy back. Her reddened stripes smarted from the touch of his robes but she took it all in stride knowing that a little pain with her joy was not avoidable under the circumstances.