1. Cruel, Carnal Convent


    Date: 11/2/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    There she sat, grey-haired and stern looking like always, in the middle of the long cherry-wood table on the dais, her lips barely able to contain that self-assured smile that annoyed me so much. Behind her hung the usual silly and perversely expensive depictions of tiny angels worshipping the Lord. Left and right of her, her fellow senior sisters in their black habits waited submissively for her signal to start the meal, now that the prayer was over, and I had to struggle to contain my giggles. “Are you crazy?” Sister Stella elbowed me in the ribs, outraged at what I had done. “What?” I asked, swallowing and crossing my arms. “She’s all talk. I don’t know how often she’s threatened to have me over her knees or whipped in front of the assembly. She’s never done it. She’ll never do it. So what’s the worst she can do? Order me to pray? Oh, silly me, I’m already doing that all day long.” Stella pouted and turned away, whispering something about eternal damnation, and all the other novice sisters tried to avoid looking at me too. It had to be any second now. “Holy Mother Mary!” The expected high-pitched scream of outrage was music to my ears. All heads swiveled to the head table. I took my time, knowing what I would see. My giggles finally escaped when I saw the deeply affronted face of Sister Angela as she held the penis-shaped potato, complete with balls, out in front of her. Gasps and muted shrieks filled the air. It was hilarious. It had taken me almost an hour to carve a ...
    whole bowl of potatoes into perfect, if a little undersized, penis renditions, boil them without breaking them or anyone noticing what I was doing, and to sneak them onto her plate. While chaos ensued all around, I congratulated myself. The noise died down with the same speed as a crimson flush rose in the Mother Superior’s face. “Who! Did! This?” she bellowed, and heads ducked everywhere around me. Everywhere, that is, but opposite me. Sister Linda, the bitch, sent me a devious little smirk, mouthing, “You’ll get it, this time,” then schooled her features into a face of innocence and slowly raised a hand. Perhaps I shouldn’t have let her catch me put itching powder in her panties. “I believe it was Sister Miranda, Mother Superior.” “What?” Suddenly, loud footsteps echoed in the dining hall, and a few seconds later, I felt a hand touch my shoulder and tighten painfully around it. “Sister Miranda.” The voice was sharp enough to cut steel. “What have you got to say for yourself? Did you commit this - this infamy?” I slowly stood up and turned around. With her almost six feet, the Mother Superior towered over my five feet four, and when she looked down at me with those sparkling eyes full of righteous fury, something deep inside me seemed to break free and a wicked, warm feeling spread through my body. I smiled sweetly at her, not the tiniest hint of subservience on my face, waited a few seconds until I could see impatience flicker over her lips and her eyes narrow, then declared ...
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