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Barbaria1 said:
14. Thessela passed by us looking dejected and shaken, pathetically clutching the torn remains of her shift and loincloth in both hand against her crotch. The Abbess of Threepwood walked alongside, arm wrapped consolingly around the shoulders of the distraught young novice.

"Good of you to refrain from trying to trip them Barb," whispered Sister Kathleen behind a raised hand.

"No, that would have been like kicking a puppy, wouldn't it?" I replied softly.

Kathleen leaned back and said to Ethelbert, "So, what do we know about Crosshageul Abbey and this novice Eulalia?"

"Precious little, I'm afraid. The Abbey is rather remote, and few ever go there, and it has never competed here before. Rumor has it, though, that the young novice Eulalia begged the Abbess Alisa to enter the Competition. They say the girl is extremely disciplined. We tend to take a dim view of the Scots around here, I know ... they are, after all, barely civilized ... but this could turn out to be a bit of a surprise."

At first sight the Scottish entry was a surprise. The team entered the chamber with the novice Eulalia in the lead, followed at a distance by the unusually tall and lanky Abbess Alisa and at an even greater distance by the team's nuns and monks, who turned smartly and in unison to the sidelines.

I saw in Eulalia, as she advanced on the dais, a certain elegance and poise that commanded attention. She was also breathtakingly attired. Her cloak was long, bordered in gold and made of the finest cloth. But it was her shift that especially caught the eye. Greek or Roman in styling ... it was light and airy, with a deep plunging neckline in front held together by a gold pin, flared sleeves, underarm openings to reveal the soft side swells of her breasts, and gentle folds around her hips and upper thighs that danced and flowed with her stride.

Sister Kathleen and I just gaped, no words were expressed. The effect on the Cardinal and his entourage was exactly the same. They were completely immobilized at the sight of her approach.

Upon reaching the dais, she shed her cloak without being ordered to do so, and dropping to her knees she prostrated herself at his Eminence's feet, hands sliding out parallel to one another on the floor, head bowed between them with forehead so low it touched the paving stones, butt in the air.

As he looked down on her, admiring the perfection and symmetry of her submissive posture, her shift slid slowly from her hips, baring her back to near her shoulders and revealing the paired half-moons of her raised ass cheeks, framed and separated by the thin lines of a loincloth so small it almost wasn't there.

"What are you doing, child?" he murmured, face reddening.

"I pray a novice, such as I, am worthy of even a moment of Your Eminence's time"

Again anticipating his very thoughts and commands before he could even formulate them, she lifted her head, straightened up, undid the pin at her neck, crossed her arms in front and pulled the shift off over her head, tossing it lightly aside. Remaining on her knees, she bowed her head reverently, allowing her long brown hair to fall around her face and cascade over her breasts.

At that point, the Cardinal abruptly rose to his feet, and in an obvious attempt to appear in control of a situation he was not, stammered "Arise."

The novice made him wait a few seconds, then rose to her feet, while sliding the ties of her loincloth off her hips and allowing the flimsy garment to slide to her ankles before stepping free of it.

Then she stood perfectly still, back straight, chest out, arms at her sides, head bowed, while he made his customary circle of inspection, pausing behind her to cup and study her cheeks and stoop to peer between her slightly parted thighs.

No reaction ... she continued to stand perfectly still, chest rising and falling with evenly measured breathing.

He straightened up and came around to place both hands over her breasts, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, face redder than ever, eyes bugging out, mumbling incoherently to himself, lines of drool appearing at the corners of his mouth and spittle forming on his lips.

Alarmed, two of the clerics rush forward from the dais to support the Cardinals body as he began to paw at her breasts and convulse, gently but forcibly breaking his grip on the novice's breasts, turning him about, and guiding him back to his chair.

The rest of his retinue gazed straight ahead, trying to ignore what just happened, while his aides frantically fanned the old man's brow. Regaining a little composure, he waved Eulalia away with a dismissive flick of his wrist.

A hush of uncertainty and anticipation fell over the chamber ... as a seemingly unfazed Eulalia gathered up her clothing and calmly took her place with her Abbess and team on the sidelines ... and as one of the Cardinal's lieutenants, who had been taking copious notes on his Eminence's remarks throughout the "presentations," stepped forward on the dais and cleared his throat.

We waited for him to speak.

"His Eminence," he began finally, in an irritatingly high pitched voice, "has entrusted me with the reporting of the Competition scoring to this point. 'Performance Points' awarded to each team on the basis of the presentation of novices are as follows" ... long pause for theatrical effect ... " Crosshageul Abbey 14, Mont St. Michel Abbey 12, Cruxton Abbey 9, and Threepwood Abbey 8."

The chamber came alive with chatter as the Cardinal and his entourage rose in unison and filed out.

Sister Hilda was reproachfully agitated over the way in which Cruxton had been bested by both the Scots and the French.

"There! You see!" she crowed, "This just shows that Sister Kathleen is in way over her head here. She ought to be taken off and flogged for her role in the disgrace Cruxton has suffered this morning! If we are to have any chance of winning now, our effort should be placed in my capable and experienced hands, not hers. Give me the word, my Abbess, and I will personally see that we take the lead in this afternoon's scourging. I will whip Barbara in ways never seen before ... ways that are sure to draw the Cardinal's most favorable reactions! Just say the word, my Abbess!"

TO BE CONTINUED

Thanks again to Siss for helping with the plotting, writing, and editing; and to Tree for tossing me a couple useful lines.
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Trust Eulalia to steal the show - so far at least . These Scots are canny
 
The Cardinal's made his inspection;
Eulalia wins the first section.
Her act was so good
That it gave His Grace wood -
An Ecclesiastic erection!

Arranging his gown to disguise
His "eminence" from onlookers' eyes,
The saintly old codger
Must wait till his todger
Returns to a reasonable size.
 
montycrusto said:
The Cardinal's made his inspection;
Eulalia wins the first section.
Her act was so good
That it gave His Grace wood -
An Ecclesiastic erection!

Arranging his gown to disguise
His "eminence" from onlookers' eyes,
The saintly old codger
Must wait till his todger
Returns to a reasonable size.
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:duke:
 
Barbaria1 said:
14. Thessela passed by us looking dejected and shaken, pathetically clutching the torn remains of her shift and loincloth in both hand against her crotch. The Abbess of Threepwood walked alongside, arm wrapped consolingly around the shoulders of the distraught young novice.

"Good of you to refrain from trying to trip them Barb," whispered Sister Kathleen behind a raised hand.

"No, that would have been like kicking a puppy, wouldn't it?" I replied softly.

Kathleen leaned back and said to Ethelbert, "So, what do we know about Crosshageul Abbey and this novice Eulalia?"

"Precious little, I'm afraid. The Abbey is rather remote, and few ever go there, and it has never competed here before. Rumor has it, though, that the young novice Eulalia begged the Abbess Alisa to enter the Competition. They say the girl is extremely disciplined. We tend to take a dim view of the Scots around here, I know ... they are, after all, barely civilized ... but this could turn out to be a bit of a surprise."

At first sight the Scottish entry was a surprise. The team entered the chamber with the novice Eulalia in the lead, followed at a distance by the unusually tall and lanky Abbess Alisa and at an even greater distance by the team's nuns and monks, who turned smartly and in unison to the sidelines.

I saw in Eulalia, as she advanced on the dais, a certain elegance and poise that commanded attention. She was also breathtakingly attired. Her cloak was long, bordered in gold and made of the finest cloth. But it was her shift that especially caught the eye. Greek or Roman in styling ... it was light and airy, with a deep plunging neckline in front held together by a gold pin, flared sleeves, underarm openings to reveal the soft side swells of her breasts, and gentle folds around her hips and upper thighs that danced and flowed with her stride.

Sister Kathleen and I just gaped, no words were expressed. The effect on the Cardinal and his entourage was exactly the same. They were completely immobilized at the sight of her approach.

Upon reaching the dais, she shed her cloak without being ordered to do so, and dropping to her knees she prostrated herself at his Eminence's feet, hands sliding out parallel to one another on the floor, head bowed between them with forehead so low it touched the paving stones, butt in the air.

As he looked down on her, admiring the perfection and symmetry of her submissive posture, her shift slid slowly from her hips, baring her back to near her shoulders and revealing the paired half-moons of her raised ass cheeks, framed and separated by the thin lines of a loincloth so small it almost wasn't there.

"What are you doing, child?" he murmured, face reddening.

"I pray a novice, such as I, am worthy of even a moment of Your Eminence's time"

Again anticipating his very thoughts and commands before he could even formulate them, she lifted her head, straightened up, undid the pin at her neck, crossed her arms in front and pulled the shift off over her head, tossing it lightly aside. Remaining on her knees, she bowed her head reverently, allowing her long brown hair to fall around her face and cascade over her breasts.

At that point, the Cardinal abruptly rose to his feet, and in an obvious attempt to appear in control of a situation he was not, stammered "Arise."

The novice made him wait a few seconds, then rose to her feet, while sliding the ties of her loincloth off her hips and allowing the flimsy garment to slide to her ankles before stepping free of it.

Then she stood perfectly still, back straight, chest out, arms at her sides, head bowed, while he made his customary circle of inspection, pausing behind her to cup and study her cheeks and stoop to peer between her slightly parted thighs.

No reaction ... she continued to stand perfectly still, chest rising and falling with evenly measured breathing.

He straightened up and came around to place both hands over her breasts, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, face redder than ever, eyes bugging out, mumbling incoherently to himself, lines of drool appearing at the corners of his mouth and spittle forming on his lips.

Alarmed, two of the clerics rush forward from the dais to support the Cardinals body as he began to paw at her breasts and convulse, gently but forcibly breaking his grip on the novice's breasts, turning him about, and guiding him back to his chair.

The rest of his retinue gazed straight ahead, trying to ignore what just happened, while his aides frantically fanned the old man's brow. Regaining a little composure, he waved Eulalia away with a dismissive flick of his wrist.

A hush of uncertainty and anticipation fell over the chamber ... as a seemingly unfazed Eulalia gathered up her clothing and calmly took her place with her Abbess and team on the sidelines ... and as one of the Cardinal's lieutenants, who had been taking copious notes on his Eminence's remarks throughout the "presentations," stepped forward on the dais and cleared his throat.

We waited for him to speak.

"His Eminence," he began finally, in an irritatingly high pitched voice, "has entrusted me with the reporting of the Competition scoring to this point. 'Performance Points' awarded to each team on the basis of the presentation of novices are as follows" ... long pause for theatrical effect ... " Crosshageul Abbey 14, Mont St. Michel Abbey 12, Cruxton Abbey 9, and Threepwood Abbey 8."

The chamber came alive with chatter as the Cardinal and his entourage rose in unison and filed out.

Sister Hilda was reproachfully agitated over the way in which Cruxton had been bested by both the Scots and the French.

"There! You see!" she crowed, "This just shows that Sister Kathleen is in way over her head here. She ought to be taken off and flogged for her role in the disgrace Cruxton has suffered this morning! If we are to have any chance of winning now, our effort should be placed in my capable and experienced hands, not hers. Give me the word, my Abbess, and I will personally see that we take the lead in this afternoon's scourging. I will whip Barbara in ways never seen before ... ways that are sure to draw the Cardinal's most favorable reactions! Just say the word, my Abbess!"

TO BE CONTINUED

Thanks again to Siss for helping with the plotting, writing, and editing; and to Tree for tossing me a couple useful lines.
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EuLAYia! :eek:

WHAT a novice! :D

But see! St Cruxton's plays it's joker - Hilda! :eek:
 
Thessela said:
Coming last!
Oh no, I will be punished.
How can I compete with these other girls, they are so confident!
I have nothing to offer.
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Don't count yourself out yet.....there's still the scourging, the bearing, and the nailing and raising yet to go :rolleyes::eek:;)
 
montycrusto said:
The Cardinal's made his inspection;
Eulalia wins the first section.
Her act was so good
That it gave His Grace wood -
An Ecclesiastic erection!

Arranging his gown to disguise
His "eminence" from onlookers' eyes,
The saintly old codger
Must wait till his todger
Returns to a reasonable size.
Click to expand...

"an ecclesastical erection!" .... "eminince to disguise" ... giggle snort....cute funny monty :D
 
Sri#ting oLittleSiss, post: 214135, member: 9468"]Your feathers lightly amuse my beak ... hooded never more.


Am I flying or drifting in the sky?

:::::: Sorry .... Spoilers :p[/QUOTE]
Dri#ting on a cloud of potent pharmies
...........?
 
"Sir, I must ask again- are you a man of the cloth?"

"Yeah, I wear clothes... Who is that ringer 'novice' they just showed?"

"You mean Novice Eulalia?"

"I mean 'Novice, my ass'! She is a whore just like in the movie 'Two Mules for Sister Sarah'! Did you see that submission?"

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"Of course I did! She is well disciplined. It keeps her pure."

"Listen lady- is it Sister Eureka???"

"Sister ULRIKA, but go ahead."

"I think the Scots and the French are up to no good..."

T

...this nun is pretty hot... maybe... just maybe...
 
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