Chapter 1: Childhood
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, NonConsensual, Coercion, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Pregnancy,
Desc: Historical Sex Story: Chapter 1: Childhood - A clever child from a very poor family in the latter part of the 19th century is accepted into the Convent but is then seduced by a worldly Novice. She is sent to the College of Correction and Redemption where she finds herself playing the whore for randy clerics who have all manner of sexual and Mdom ideas. After eighteen months of this she is returned to her convent, pregnant. Subsequently she uses the knowledge she gained during her time as a sexual and SM toy to gain preferment.
There was nothing special about little Anne Tynan, she was a typical daughter of a poor Dublin family who lived in the maze of little streets between Pill Lane and the Quays, in the middle of the nineteenth century. Still a virgin, as any good Catholic girl was almost certain to be, she married at eighteen and moved in to live with her husband Stephen O'Driscoll in his mother's little terraced house. Sex was a painful surprise on her wedding night, for not even her mother had told her any of the facts of life. All the instruction she had received was that she was to obey her husband in everything. While sex soon stopped being painful, never in her whole marriage to Stephen did she get any pleasure from it; it was just something he did to her every night without fail, under the covers, in the dark, in the one position. It lasted a few uncomfortable minutes and then he rolled off her and was snoring within moments, while she lay there and leaked.
Anne had her plans for her children, which were the usual dreams of any mother then. Her sons would be brilliant, and one would work in a bank, which for her was the height of ambition. Another would become a priest. Others would have equally brilliant careers. Over the first four years she bore five daughters and no sons. This was, of course, God's will and Anne did not question it. In any case the children were not brilliantly clever; even she could see that.
Their fourth daughter, named Molly, was a quiet child who seemed little different from the others, until one day when she was three, Anne found her staring intently at a Bible, which she was holding upside down.
"What are you doing with that?" she asked the child.
"Nothing, mammy," replied the child, "I was only looking at the story."
"See here mammy, it says this man was thrown into the lye-own's den. What's a lye-own, mammy?"
Anne took it as a sign from heaven when she confirmed that her daughter could read a good few of the words in the bible, self-taught. She could only read upside down, since she had learned by watching her mother read the bible from the other side of the table. However, she read silently and swiftly, unlike Anne, who had to keep her finger on her place as she read, and say the words aloud, or she got lost.
From that day onwards it was decided that Molly would enter a convent and become a nun.
"If that were not the divine intention," Anne explained to Stephen, "why would she have been taught to read by a miracle?"
Stephen was run over by a passing carriage when Molly was five, and Anne stayed in the house with her mother-in-law, eking out a bare living by taking in washing from the soldiers in Kilmainham Barracks. Two years later she met a fifteen year old boy soldier called Rory O'Callaghan when he started to act as runner at the barracks, carrying washing too and from the barracks.
She was not yet thirty, but thought of herself as an old widow woman. Rory was lonely, a boy soldier many miles away from home, and she treated him like the son she never had. There was always hot soda bread to be had when he brought the washing, and he liked that. The volume of washing coming in to the little house grew steadily through his influence. Most of the soldiers for whom he was the runner cared little who did their laundry, so he brought all he could to Anne and she prospered. As she was conscientious about her work, and made minor repairs to frayed shirts at no charge, the word spread and she was soon making a comfortable living.
Rory was posted away, but still the work came to their little house. The new runner was a rude boy, so he got no soda bread, and no sympathy. The main recipient of the benefits brought by more the extra income was little Molly, who was enrolled with the nuns at the little school near the Nelson Pillar, just off Sackville Street. They, in their turn, reduced the fees when it was clearly understood that the child was to become a nun.
Three years away in England had turned Rory into a real soldier, filled out his frame and put a big smile on his face. When he knocked at Anne's door one evening, she didn't recognise him until he asked if she had made soda bread that morning.
They talked for hours, but about what Anne could not have said. Somehow it was nice to have a man around and, to tell the truth, she had been short of adult company since Stephen's mother had died of bronchitis the previous winter. The five girls were shy and in any case were soon packed off to bed.
Then it was time for Rory to go; he had to be back at the barracks by midnight. As he went to the door, he turned and suddenly kissed Anne.
"You don't know how long I've waited to do that," he said.
"Go on with you," she chided him, "It's not respectable."
"I want to marry you," he said, "I've always dreamed of marrying you."
"Away with you. You were only a child when last you were here."
Rory was not taught to give up at the first set back when he was trained in soldiering. Soon he was spending all his free time with Anne and her girls. Soon it was normal for them to kiss as he left to go back to barracks. Soon Anne found she missed him on the days when he could not visit.
His persistence was phenomenal; every single visit, his parting words were, "Anne, will you marry me?"
Then one day he seemed much more serious than usual.
"What's the matter?" asked Anne.
"I've all of a week as leave due," he said, "And I'm thinking that it would make a fine honeymoon, but I can't work out who could look after the girls."
Their wedding night was a revelation for Anne. Rory was gentle and tender and used his hands and tongue in ways that Stephen would never have thought of in a million nights. She had her first orgasm, and her second, and her third, and those were before he slipped gently inside her now sopping wet vagina.
A side effect of this marriage was that Molly was sent to live in the convent at the tender age of ten. There were a few other girls there, orphans mostly, and they were quieter than her sisters. The best thing from Molly's point of view was that she had her own tiny room. For the first time in her life she could sleep with nobody else snivelling, snoring or disturbing her. She could sit quietly reading, her favourite occupation, without being disturbed.
At sixteen she became a Postulant, at seventeen a Novice, and when she was eighteen Anne and Rory sat proudly in the Public section of the divided chapel and heard her profess her vows before the Bishop and take the veil as Sister Lucia in the first year of the new century.
Anne's conversation for weeks afterwards with her friends was larded with frequent references to 'Sister Lucia, my daughter you know', or 'my daughter, the Bride of Christ'.