Wednesday, August 22, 2018–Day 233. Here’s a new one called "A Disciplinary Session".
"Sister Anna looked down at the young girl whose tear-streaked face was buried deep in the gushing wetness of the nun’s slit. The girl had been at the St. Bridget’s since her parents who had been unable to handle the headstrong girl, had delivered her to the care of the Sisters. They were now dead and it was time for the girl, who had just turned eighteen, to be sent to her ultimate destination. The girl had been caught smoking in the bathroom and had been sent to Sister Anna for punishment. She was used to it–it had happened to her many times during her time at St. Bridgets. Typically her punishment meant that she would be draped over a wooden trestle, her skirt pulled up and her knickers lowered. Sister Anna would then administer a severe and painful whipping with a leather strap. Afterwards, Sister Anna would rub a soothing salve over the red and burning bottom cheeks of the young girl. Realistically, the administration of the salve was less a matter of providing comfort and care but instead was an excuse and pretext to arouse the girl and add to her humiliation and shame. The girl had long ago lost count of the number of times she had been subject to such degrading and painful treatment. That’s what she had expected to happen to her today. She was wrong. Today she was led to a basement dungeon and ordered to strip naked. She was shocked to see that several older men were already seated in the room watching what was happening. Instead of the trestle, she was tied to a wooden cross–legs spread–completely exposed. Instead of the strap, the men were given leather crops and proceeded to viciously thrash the girl. Her naked flesh was soon covered with painful welts. Sister Anna proceed to chastise the girl for her ‘crime’ of smoking in the bathroom. She then lit a cigarette and repeatedly touched the most sensitive parts of her young body with the glowing ember. Her screams echoed through the dungeon and tears streamed from her face. She was then untied and turned over to the men who proceeded to rape her violently in all of her holes. When it was over, the girl lay on the ground, cum oozing from her ravaged orifices. She was then taken upstairs to Sister Anna’s chamber. The watched in disbelief as the older nun disrobed and then lay on the bed with her legs spread widely. Her hair gash glistened with wetness. "You know what to do, don’t you?" The girl nodded and reluctantly crawled between the nun’s thighs and soon her pretty tongue was lapping up the pungent, gushing wetness that soon covered her face. She moaned happily as the girl reluctantly thrust her tongue into the nun’s bottom hole. "The girl has talent,’ she thought to herself. Tomorrow her new life would begin. She would be taken to a facility operated by the diocese –a ‘retreat center’ operated for various members of the clergy and for and important donors. Her job would be to provide ‘stress relief’ to these important men. She would recognize some of them–they’d been the ones that had helped Sister Anna carry out this most recent disciplinary session. She’d get to know them all real real in the coming months and would learn first-hand about all their many proclivities and kinks. And St. Anna was always welcome at Center. This headstrong girl had finally found her place and role in the grand order of things. God be praised!
