Maria Clare lifted her head in askance. “I would soothe the Good Mother once more should she so desire.”
“Tis sufficient until later. Instruct the novitiate now as I have instructed you.”
Maria Clare took the strap from The Holy Mother. She moved to Rachael. “You must accept the strap as pennance for what
boys kissing gay you are about to do.”
“Not for what I have done?”
“What’s done is forgot in the past,” said The Good Mother. “What you shall do needs absolvement before the deed and also needs the warming to prepare you for it.”
Rachael knelt as the nun had done and presented her ripening young ass.
“She displays her bum nicely for one so young,” said the Good Mother. “Please commence.”
At Maria Clare’s first blow and the young girl gasped her pain. The first stripe was crossed with
boys kissing gay a second and a third. The girl sobbed and tears streamed from
boys kissing gay her face. On the tenth stroke, the girl screamed out her pain.
“Pay you respects to
boys kissing gay your corrector,” instructed The Good Mother.
The sobbing
boys kissing gay novitiate turned, to her tormentor
boys kissing gay as Maria Clare had done to the Good Mother, and faced the red striped
boys kissing gay buttocks of Maria Clare. She pressed her moist lips to the hot, nether cheeks. Rachael looked up to Maria Clare’s smallish, perky breasts
boys kissing gay. She sobbed. “I will do more if the good Sister requires it.”
The Good Mother smiled. “It is plain you two have fingered each other’s cunts before,” said the Holy Mother. “Perhaps you have done more.”
“I have instructed novitiate Rachael in ways she might please others should she enter the order,” confessed Maria Clare.”
“Being ignorant, I asked for instruction,” confessed Rachael.
“Of course,” said The Good Mother. “Now that you are warmed you may seek your pleasure in each other and savor the honey from each other’s combs.”
Maria Clare looked, questioning, to Rachael. “If you so desire,” she whispered.
Rachael nodded.
Maria Clare lay
boys kissing gay back on a pile of cushions, displaying an open invitation the younger woman. She motioned the novitiate to straddle her face and lower her tenderest, private parts untill the nun’s tongue tasted the slick drippings of her flowing juices.
Rachael bent forward to taste the dewy offering welling up between Maria Clare’s quivering thighs.
The Good Mother watched the two women roll on the floor, each with her lips glued to that hair fringed slit between the other’s thighs. She savored the burning of her bottom and fanned at the moisture between her thighs as her juices dried. She watched the two women a moment longer before slipping into her habit and leaving. Tonight, Sister Elsbeth would rub balm into her burniing flesh. Sister Elsbeth’s fingers always soothed her scorched buns after a good warming. Sister Elsbeth’s tongue was most comforting. Also the younger sister was adept at stroking her with the large candle that was made from a mold said to have been taken from the hard penis of good Pope Leo himself. They kept this holy treasure to themselves.
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