1. Cruel, Carnal Convent


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

    with that self-same sweetness, “Yes, Mother Superior, it was me.” The ensuing silence was palpable. All color trailed from her face. “Why, I never…” Her breathing grew ragged. This time, I knew, I had managed to shake her unfailing countenance. So I pressed on. “Yes, it was just as hilarious as I had thought it would be.” It took her a few seconds to collect herself enough to speak. Her cheeks were flushed once more, and that flickering rage in her eyes was back a thousand fold. “Sister Miranda!” Her hand clutched the front of my plain white habit, and then I was pulled after her, across the hall and up the dais. “Mother Superior,” one of the elder sisters hissed at her, but she ignored her. My heart beat like mad. I was pushed against the back of her chair, then spun around so I was facing the hall, and the Mother’s vice-like grip on my shoulders held me in place. “It is an outrage!” Her voice echoed in the silent chamber. “Sister Miranda has time and time violated our convent’s rules and been tasked with labor and prayers, yet she fails to understand the severity of her transgressions. I am at a loss. Where have we failed you, child?” Child? I almost giggled. At twenty years, I was hardly a child. I mustered up some courage. “It’s because you’re all bark but no bite, Mother.” “Excuse me?” It got her attention. “Well, you keep dishing out empty threats all the time. It’s no wonder nobody takes you seriously.” The gasps all over the room were just too cute. “Shut up!” she ...
    shouted, enraged. “Or I promise you I’ll…” “Spank my naked bum in front of the assembly? Whip my arse in the courtyard? Bind my arms and legs and throw me into a growth of nettles?” I giggled “You already promised all that but failed to deliver.” This did it. With a mighty yank, my habit was pulled off me, turning the world dark for a second, and when I could look again, pale faces full of disbelief stared at me. “Yes!” I shouted inwardly and felt my nipples stiffen even more in the cool air, and my giggles could barely stay contained. It was mandatory to wear an underskirt and bra and chemise as well as the thin under-dress, grandma-styles panties and cotton stockings. Yet here I stood, naked but for a pair of knee-high socks, and only the back of the chair protected my shaven pussy from my fellow sister’s stares. “Holy Mother Mary!” The Mother once more exclaimed. But then her breath was hot in my ear. “Slut,” she whispered, and her hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pushed me forward. I had no choice but to bend over the chair’s backrest and catch my weight with my arms on the table’s edge. My tits dangled obscenely below me, and I saw some sisters cover their eyes - but others, especially among the younger ones, kept staring with fascination. I tried to remember all their faces. The backrest dug painfully into my tummy, but I gave it no heed. This was a fantasy that had played out in my mind over and over, ever since the Mother Superior had threatened me with that ...
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