Convent of Sin

Convent of Sin

The convent was probably the wrong place for Sally. She was a well-developed and curious girl, often up to mischief. As one of several new arrivals in the spring intake, she had not yet even reached the status of novice. Right now she was feeling very guilty and knew why she was being summoned to the Mother Superior’s study. One of the Nuns had seen her in the town when she should have been in class. So now she had been called to Sister Leslie’s study to be punished for missing a whole day at the school. Sally knew that she would get Sister Leslie’s cane and she dreaded it very much. She knocked nervously on the Mother Superior’s door and waited.
Inside the office, Sister Leslie was seated in a large leather chair behind her desk and her black habit was pulled up around her waist. Her legs were wide apart and hooked over the padded arms of the chair. She had been stroking the tops of her thighs above her black stocking tops and occasionally pulling her wet red panties aside to show her pussy to her very good friend, His Grace the Bishop of Oxbridge. At the age of forty-five, he was an incredible stud who liked sex in all its forms with girls and women of all ages and type. He had even told Sister Leslie about a secret trip to a boy’s seminar. This escapade nearly got him defrocked but he got away with it as usual. He got away with it because he had plenty of sordid information to blackmail his accusers with. For the past ten minutes though, Sister Leslie and The Bishop had been indulging in one of their favourite games of mutual masturbation.
On hearing Sally’s timid knock, Sister Leslie waved the Bishop away to hide in an alcove behind a curtain. When Sally responded to the stern command to enter, she found a very prim, proper and cross Sister Leslie glowering at her from behind her desk. At thirty-five years of age, the nun was quite young to be a mother superior and she had performed many sexual favours to get where she was today. Now she was at her sexual peak and constantly lusted after her young charges.
‘Well Sally,’ began the depraved nun, feeling the glow of excitement at her power over this delicious young girl, ‘not for the first time I have to punish you for absence. You could be dismissed you know and I imagine that your parents would be very angry wouldn’t they?’
‘Yes Sister,’ said Sally weakly. She really didn’t want her parents involved.
Watching from his hiding place, the Bishop was also excited. His cock began to harden in anticipation of the wicked things that he knew the nun would attempt to inflict on the young girl.
‘I think six of the best would be appropriate don’t you? And then we won’t have to tell your parents.’ Sister Leslie leaned forward and said conspiratorially. ‘It will be our secret.’
Although Sally hated the thought of the cane she decided to accept and nodded her acceptance.
‘Right then girl,’ said Sister Leslie standing up and taking a thin, cruel-looking cane from the shelf, ‘bend over the back of that chair.’ As Sally reluctantly obeyed, Sister Leslie took hold of the hem of Sally’s grey pleated skirt and pulled it up over her back.
‘Oh Sister,’ exclaimed Sally standing upright. The Bishop had been treated to a brief glimpse of Sally’s firm young bottom encased in tight white panties.
‘Now Sally!’ Sister Leslie admonished. ‘I will not cane you through your skirt; you won’t feel a thing. In fact,’ she continued, repositioning Sally over the chair and lifting her skirt ‘If we take your panties down as well I will reduce the punishment to three strokes.’ Before Sally could make up her mind she felt Sister Leslie’s left hand pull at the waistband of her panties. The Bishop watched with delight as the material was pulled slowly down revealing Sally’s soft pink bottom. Sally was red in the face with embarrassment, and with the effort of bending over the back of the chair.
‘Please Sister,’ protested the girl turning her head to look up at Sister Leslie.
The nun bent forward and in a quiet voice, said, ‘Now Sally you be a good girl and take your punishment and I will try not to hurt you too much.’ As she spoke her clenched right hand rested on Sally’s left buttock and it was as if from the effort of leaning forward that she parted Sally’s cheeks. The Bishop, cock throbbing in hand, was able to see Sally’s tight pink anus and the start of her pussy before Sister Leslie allowed the delicious crack to close again. Without warning Sister Leslie brought her cane down in a whistling stroke onto Sally’s bottom. As the sound of the cane smacking the soft flesh reached the Bishops ears so also did Sally’s cry of surprise.
‘Oh dear,’ said Sister Leslie consolingly, ‘I seem to have made a nasty red mark on your bottom. I don’t think that I will cane you any more, but we will have to think of another punishment won’t we.’ As she spoke, Sister Leslie dropped the cane and rested the flat of her hand on Sally’s bottom and with her left hand on Sally’s back she held the girl in the bending position. Sally’s mind raced as she felt Sister Leslie’s hand start to stroke her buttocks the touch was very light and, far from being unpleasant, Sally found the stroking of the nun’s fingers quite stimulating. Sally recalled the many rumours among the girls about Sister Leslie, “Sister Les,” she was often called, but no one had ever admitted to a first hand experience. Sally did not know how to react to what was happening. Her sexual experience had so far been limited to some furtive masturbation. Her mind went back to the previous evening when she had pleasured herself in the shower. Now however she was jerked back to reality by the touch of Sister Leslie’s fingers, which were gently stroking the insides of her thighs, only a few centimetres from her pussy lips.