Chapter 1

Sister Monica had taken the name of “Monica” shortly before the infamous shenanigans in the White House drew the nation’s attention to the much maligned art of cock-sucking and cigar insertion into the feminine folds of a submissive female in the heat of the moment.

She was close to tears at the laughter that met the announcement of her name in front of the entire convent residents at meetings and before prayers at dinner.

In truth, Sister Monica was a virgin, at least where it was technically necessary to be considered such.

She had confessed to a priest that she had taken Mister Smith’s lovely cock into her mouth because he wanted to show her how to make a man hard when it really counted. Of course, she was only fourteen at the time and Mister Smith was the owner of the candy shop on the corner where she stopped to enjoy a cream soda or a sweet after school almost every day.

When he had suggested the experiment to her his wife was within hearing distance and she was surprised the overweight woman was laughing at such a preposterous suggestion from such a kindly old man with a great sense of humor.

The wife held her head in the right position to get Mister Smith’s cock to the back of her throat and she delighted in pushing her face deep into her husband’s groin when he gave signs of being on the verge of releasing his spunk.

Strangely, she had repeated the sessions with Mister Smith and his perverted wife because she had nothing better to do and she liked the feeling of being a bad girl with a submissive attitude. She was at an age when it all seemed so boring, and she needed a little excitement to chase the blues away.

Then, when she was in her senior year, she was looking for something different and she came under the guidance of Father Flanagan and his interesting religious lessons that steered her into a pathway to serving the Lord as a daughter of the church.

She became quite attached to the man of the cloth and he groomed her to receive him in her sweet anal passageway as he recited the teachings of the church to her in both English and Latin and even in some ancient language that didn’t even exist any longer.

At first, she thought it was unusually dirty to do that act of sodomy, but he convinced her it was not sex and only a way for them to merge to reach a plateau of close connection humping and releasing a whirlwind of passion in her loins that she never wanted to end.

The priest was quite advanced in years, and she had to help him to mount her buttocks without the use of his familiar cane that he needed to stay mobile and move from point A to point B.

The old man’s use of her flanks for his pleasure saddle was a bit stressful but she tolerated his determined training and eventually achieved her first sensual feminine release from his anal pounding. After that, she would constantly pester him to mount her at every opportunity.

Right about the time that she was accepted into the convent for training as a nun in the Carmelite order, he quietly passed in his sleep and was proposed for canonization by the bishop of their region due to his work in finding proper candidates for service to the church.

Her two years as a novitiate were hard on her nerves.

She was devoid of any cock to suck and certainly did not have any male to anally service her itch to experience the familiar tingle that she loved so much. It was easy for her to accept the vow of chastity because she had no experience in that field other than Mister Smith and Father Flanigan to give her a point of reference. Of course, there were the more open-minded nuns of the order more than willing to round out her Sapphic point of view, but she discovered that it was an area in which she had little liking of the lack of proper penetrative processes and the rough edges that a masculine partner used to force her into proper submissiveness.

Thus, it was, when the mother superior told her that she would be going to the Capitol city to take her final vows to be a proper nun that she was duly excited at the prospect of traveling alone and in civilian clothing so as not to draw attention to her status.

Mother superior told her, “It is customary for us to travel in pairs and in our novitiate uniform at all times to forestall any sinful temptation of the sordid kind when out in the real world.”

Then, she confided in sister Monica to the extent that she revealed the order was extremely shorthanded and she was unable to furnish a proper escort on her journey. Monica was filled with fear at being alone on her travel but she like the opportunity to meet and greet strange males with their big things hanging down between their legs like a snake from the far reaches of depths of hell. In her immature mind, it represented all that was bad and evil in the world and strangely she wanted to experiment with the oral and anal training she had received in her younger years.

Of course, the shy nun kept her sinful thoughts a carefully hidden secret and in the dark at night she would pull down her sleeping bottoms and spank her backside with the braided whip with the short stubby handle that served her as an anal and vaginal penetration device with great success. She had nicknamed the little whip as her “Daddy” talking to it in the nocturnal hours like a familiar stranger with handsome features and a masculine form that was difficult to see but soothing to her touch.

Sometimes her advanced logic questioned her actions, but she usually pushed her sinful thoughts out of her mind and merely considered it a replacement for the real thing because she was, after all, an innocent nun with a dedicated need to serve the Lord with unflinching loyalty.