Heaven Knows Toby Smite
Copyright© 2022 by DDMarshall
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Toby Smite was unceremoniously informed that he was being transferred from the county orphanage to St. Jerome’s orphanage. Toby heard rumors about the nun’s reputation as harsh taskmasters, and their affinity for corporal punishment was infamous. Toby’s thought he was going to hell or was this his salvation? (CAUTION: This story contains explicit scenes of clergy engaging in sex.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Clergy Teacher/Student
I had a good night’s sleep. When I woke up, I took a quick shower and went to the dining hall. I stood in line to get the mush they called oatmeal and found a seat at a table. There were three other boys already seated there.
The leader of this clueless trio decided to rub it in that I had it worse than them, “Hey, you’re the new kid that has to clean up after the penguins.”
I just shrugged and grinned like I did not know any better. Better to play stupid and let them talk while I learned the lay of the land.
They proceeded to tell me how unlucky I was, “A kid named Henry used to do that, but he graduated. He said it was a pain in the ass cleaning up after them. He told us they would call him in the middle of the night to clean if they found just one speck of dust and then make him clean the whole room all over again. So don’t expect anyone to volunteer to replace you. You’re it, for life, man.”
They all started to laugh as I silently thanked Henry. I could cross making the job sound horrible off my to-do list.
Just as I was finishing up my breakfast, Sister Grace came over and further confirmed the rumor that I had the worst job in the place.
“Toby, you have time before class to mop the hall. It’s filthy. Now hurry up and come with me and get your bucket and mop.”
I jumped up like my ass was on fire. “Yes, yes, Sister. Right away, Sister.”
I could hear them snickering as I followed Sister Grace to the closet that held the cleaning gear. I unlocked the closet with the key Sister Margaret gave me, took out the mop and the roll-around bucket, and threw in a box of soap just in case the hall needed mopping.
Sister Grace unlocked the nun’s quarter’s door. When we were inside, she locked the door behind us.
“You can leave the bucket and mop over there. My cell is the second one on the right. Give me ten minutes, then come in.” Sister Grace kissed me and smiled as she skipped down the hall to her cell like a ten-year-old girl at the playground. Maybe she wasn’t so tough after all.
I waited the prescribed ten minutes and then walked down to her room and opened the door. Sister Grace was naked and kneeling on her bed with her ass up in the air while hiding her head under the pillow.
Her muffled voice gave me the first hint of what she was into. “Oh, daddy, I know I have been bad. You need to punish me.”
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