1. Cruel, Carnal Convent


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

    “You have no idea…” I winked at her. “But I do.” I threw her a little kiss, and yes! She shyly looked away, and the pink on her cheeks deepened. I had spent hours adoring the rack and its simplistic beauty, dreaming of being bound there myself, legs and arms spread, helpless and lewd. Now Sister Margaret started to turn the large handle at its side, and the ropes picked up slack. Two turns more, and my legs were tugged apart. With each turn and its clicking sounds, my legs were spread further and my arms pulled towards the ceiling. Ten more, and my arms were extended straight upwards. Another one, and the pull there got so much that my feet left the floor. Click, click, click. The strain on my arms grew, and my legs were splayed out wide. Sister Margaret stepped back, her eyes misty. If the poor woman just knew the wicked carnal needs hidden inside me! Then the Mother Superior was in front of me, a wicked looking, two foot long cane in her hand. “This is your last chance,” she bellowed and made sure that my eyes noticed the implement of looming torture. “Do you repent your sins?” “Only that I didn’t think of adding some creamy white sauce to the potatoes,” I told her with a giggle, waggling my eyebrows and almost shouting with glee when her eyes narrowed to slits and her lips tightened. “Very well,” she told me, turning to our sisters. “Gracious Lord, let me be the implement for your justice and help us lead this sinful sister back onto the path of virtue and ...
    enlightenment. Forgive her sins and aid her through this painful ordeal, and bring her back to us purified.” She took a few steps, then, without further ado, I heard a swishing noise from behind, followed by a loud splat. My body arched, and a loud cry of pain was ripped from my throat. Fuck, that hurt! But then the heat came, as I knew it would, and spread all over my skin. My breath hitched. Another swish sounded, and the line of fire accompanying it was drawn an inch underneath the first one. She had done this before! The strokes were too measured and well-placed to come from an unskilled hand. With that realization, I let myself get engulfed fully by the experience. Stripe after stripe was laid across my bum, drawing cries of pain and fresh tears from me, and each lit my pussy on fire. My shoulders hurt. My backside was a churning mess of heat. My pussy dripped and my nipples could poke holes into steel. “Do you repent?” The Mother was suddenly in front of me again. “Sister Miranda?” I sniffled, then lifted my hand. My pussy was throbbing with arousal. “What?” I asked her, though my voice sounded raw. “After these little love pats?” “Why you…” She gasped for air, but then her eyes hardened again. “Do you have any idea what a caning to the front of a body does? How painful it is when it lands across the soft skin of your thighs that isn’t as used to rough touches as your backside is?” I noticed her breaths grow shorter. Yes, there it was, well-hidden but recognisable. Now that we had ...
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