Chapter 22: Taming Tina

Christina was perhaps the most tormented of the hot-blooded young ladies in the convent now that Sister Lisa's torment had ended. She was a petite eighteen year old who had, for four years, watched the after-hours goings on in the dormitory. During her first three years she had been the frequent bedmate of one of the nuns, a very dominant woman who had seduced the tiny girl when she first arrived. At the same time as she was developing the fourteen year old girl's sexuality, she also uncovered and exacerbated a latent and perverse desire to be punished. But she had been transferred to another convent when Mother Ursula took charge so recently, Tina had been only a spectator to the nocturnal liaisons of her schoolmates while her own needs, nurtured and expanded by the immoral nun, went unsatisfied.

Two cherries had been plucked in the confines of the gardener's cottage yesterday and it was only hours after the horny monk had departed when it once more became the site for another possible defloration. Tina had discovered, early in the school year, that it wasn't locked and it had become her place to be alone. At least three times a week, after lights out, she crept from her bed and went there to dream of the pleasures she had enjoyed with the now absent Sister Capello, the same one who had set Sister Susan on course for her triple defloration

.As Father Murphy returned to his room after a visit to the Mother Superior, he heard a whimpering sound in the dark, little cottage. He was horny because Ursula's period had prevented him from relief for the past four days although she promised she would be ready for him tomorrow. The whimpering he heard had the distinct flavour of sexual excitement and he wondered who it might be and what they were doing.

Quietly, he tried the door and it swung open on its still well oiled hinges. He crept silently through the empty kitchen to the single bedroom and there, on the bed and clearly visible because of the bright moonlight, was a naked girl.

Father Murphy had noticed Christina several times since his arrival, mainly because she was a senior who was not one of the discipline problems. She was pretty with dark hair and eyes and high cheekbones that gave her an exotic look. Her mouth was small, like everything else about her, but her lips formed a perfect cupid's bow that enhanced her exotic appearance. And now, for the first time, he saw the rest of her.

Christina was fingering her pussy which, in comparison with the rest of her body, was rather large and she was whimpering in frustration. Although she was able to reach a climax this way and, in fact she was unusually quick on the trigger in that regard, it was unsatisfying. She missed the nun's knowledgeable touch, her skilled kiss and, perhaps more than anything, she missed the way Sister Capello would punish her for every real or imagined misdeed

The priest got an instant erection as he looked at the tiny but pretty and shapely eighteen year old. She was barely five feet tall but it was a perfectly proportioned five feet. Her legs tapered upward from tiny ankles to well muscled calves and then to full, firm thighs. Her hips flared out smoothly from a waist he could have spanned with his two hands and her belly was cutely convex above her heavily bushed, prominent mons. And her breasts which would hardly fill his hands, unlike most of the others around the school, were two perfectly round hillocks topped by cone-shaped areola and thickly projecting nipples. She was tiny, he could see, but she was also well built.

He paused for a moment, wondering if he should interrupt her obvious search for satisfaction. Even though he was, himself, extremely frustrated after being with the lovely Ursula but unable to fuck her, still he had strong reservations about doing anything with the shapely little teenager. He had resolved not to touch any of the girls and believed that God had given him the Mother Superior to protect him from the temptation of their nubile, young bodies.

His brief struggle with his conscience came suddenly to an end when the girl saw him standing in the doorway. He never would know whether he would have resisted the temptation had she not seen him and cried out for, once he was discovered, things moved in a direction that could have only one result.

"Oh Father! Oh!" Christina cried out in dismay and she tried to pull a blanket over her nakedness. "Oh Father. I couldn't help it! Please forgive me?"

"It's not for me to forgive, my child." the priest said in a deep voice as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "You must be tormented by lust to be doing this. Have you ever sinned with a man, my child? Is that what you were thinking about?"

"Oh no, Father. I've never been with a man. But I've..." and then, with second thoughts about telling him of her special friendship with the nun, she hesitated.

"What have you done, then. Have you been with a woman?" the cleric asked, knowing that it was probably what she was going to say.

¯"Y ... y ... yes, Father." Christina replied meekly.

"I think you'd better tell me all about it then, young lady. Who is it?. or was there more than one? And for how long?" He wondered if he could do a repeat on his seduction of Sister Susan. His conscience had fled completely as he sat and looked at the near naked teenager and he knew he would do anything short of using force to relieve himself in her tiny but lovely body.

"It was ... uh ... Sister Capello, sir. But she's gone now. She was the only one. Since I first came here, Father. She did it to help me. And she punished me, sir. She spanked me to help me control my ... my feelings. Are you going to punish me, sir? I need it ... deserve it ... And I haven't been ... this year..." As, in a breathless voice she finished her story, the girl let the blanket slip away so that her small, shapely body was completely revealed. This would anger him, she thought, and he'd have to punish her then.

"How old are you, Christina?"

"I'm eighteen, sir. I know I'm small but I'm really eighteen, going on nineteen." She looked up into his eyes and she could see, even in the dim moonlight, that he was staring at her breasts and her pussy. She wondered if priests were like other men and if he lusted for her. The idea did not repel her. He was good looking and had always seemed nice. But she hoped he'd punish her. So she wouldn't think about things like that.

"So, you believe you should be punished, do you?" the cleric asked as he placed a hand on her cutely dimpled, bare navel. What sort of punishment do you expect?"

"Well? Like? Sister Capello always spanked me, sir. That is, when she thought I needed it."

Alright, then, young lady. I guess you'd better lie across my legs so I can spank you." Father Murphy said, curious about her apparent desire to be spanked but glad for the opportunity to hold her lovely little body.

Tina looked at him with her big, dark eyes as she got up on her hands and knees and then sprawled awkwardly across his thighs. His robe felt rough against her bare flesh but, when he slapped her roundly projecting buttocks, she became conscious only of the heat his spanking generated. At first, as the small young woman lay across his lap, the priest spanked her gently and mechanically. Then, as he watched the pneumatic flesh of her silken ass cheeks jiggle and redden and as he felt her compact body writhe against him, he began to enjoy what he was doing. His pleasure was increased by the soft, whimpering sounds the girl made and he could tell that, even when he spanked her harder, she was enjoying it at least as much as he.

The girl writhed and squirmed as the priest punished her firmly fleshed bottom and, very soon, her wriggling caused his robe to part so that she was lying across his bare thighs. And then, as his robe opened, his erection was suddenly freed to press against her bare hip.

Although she was eighteen, Christina was not very worldly. Her contact with males was limited and, partially because of the way Sister Capello had watched over her during her stay in the convent, she had heard little of the chatter among her classmates. For these reasons the significance of the hot hardness against her bare flesh was not, at first, apparent to her.

But the priest was aware that she was aroused. He knew now that the pretty, young girl was definitely relishing the not too gentle spanking he was administering although Father Murphy's hand was tending to linger now after each stinging slap. He was caressing the firm, reddened flesh of her nicely rounded buttocks and, as well, his other hand had slipped under her chest to cup one of her hard-tipped breast mounds.

Christina had never cried out but rather, at first, she had only whimpered. Now after three or four minutes of the pseudo-punishment, she was still whimpering but she was, at the same time, breathing hard as if she was about to cum. Her thickly bushed, plump mons was grinding on the firmness of his leg as she humped her firmly rounded hips against it.

He became aware of a hot moistness and realized how excited she must be, just as she stiffened momentarily and jerked harder on him. Had he made her cum by spanking her?

"I've spanked you enough now, Christina." he said as he easily turned her tiny body over so that she was lying on her back across his thighs. Her legs dangled on one side and her head hung down on the other as the girl lay there as if weakened by her punishment. Her breasts were pulled taut by her back-arched position, the conical areola and nipples standing out temptingly from the cup-sized mounds. He rolled one of the rubbery projections between thumb and forefinger and, with a growing understanding of what turned the girl on; he pinched and tugged at the sensitive tip.

The shapely girl looked up at him, her big, dark eyes widening as his pinching fingers sent a thrill coursing from her breast, through her churning belly to her loins. And then his other hand moved caressingly over the firm mound of her belly to her heavily bushed Venus mound before dipping between her thighs to cup her large, soft vulva.