Chapter 4
Sandra had answered a lot of questions, papers had been filled out and then she was being escorted upstairs and down a long series of halls and corridors. Again Sandra was struck by the complete absence of religious artifacts.
"Sister," she asked, wanting to break the cold silence, "why aren't there any crosses and statues and things like that around here?"
"We don't pay much attention to those things here, child," the nun told her. "Here the girls go to school and work and have some time for play. That's enough."
"Are you really nuns?"
"Of course we are, child. We're just different, that's all. Here we are, this is Mother Superior's private suite. She will tell you all about the rules and the way of life here. You needn't be afraid, she isn't going to eat you up."
"Thank you, Sister, but I'm really not afraid," Sandra replied, managing a smile.
The woman rang the bell and after a considerable wait, the big door was opened by a very pretty and shapely girl of about sixteen, Sandra guessed.
The girl took the file from the nun who left, then conducted Sandra through yet another corridor and knocked on a door. A voice called for them to enter. Silently, the girl handed the file to the nun behind the desk, turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.
As she opened the file, the nun looked up and smiled at Sandra as she told her to be seated. She skimmed the file, not reading anything completely.
Sandra was sure that the woman looked like the nun in the erotic fantasy she had experienced a little earlier, then told herself it was only her imagination playing tricks on her. No nun, she told herself, would act as that one had.
Mother Superior asked her many questions about her home life and she answered them all without hesitation.
"I understand your mother caught you fingering yourself, is that true?"
"Yes," Sandra replied, blushing.
"Do you do it often?"
"I just started," Sandra told her.
"That's not really strange. Do you think a lot about sex?"
"Again, I just started, really."
The nun asked more probing questions and Sandra heard herself pouring out a torrent of words as she told of having peeked at the strapping of her brother, what she had seen her mother do later, how she had masturbated in bed, then did it again, while her bare behind bounced as she screamed for her mother to beat her.
"I don't know what came over me," she went on. "It was as though I'd gone crazy."
"Don't be frightened, dear," the nun told her with a warmth which surprised and delighted the girl, "you're not crazy at all. I rather think you are a natural masochist. Do you know what that is?"
"No, is it bad?"
"No, dear," the nun said, reaching out to pat her on the knee, "it isn't bad at all. We'll talk more about it another time. How were you punished at home? Were you beaten?"
"No, never," Sandra went on to tell how her brothers had been beaten, but the girls never were.
"That's just what I expected to hear, Sandra. Here, when girls require punishment, it is in the form of spankings and strappings, always on the bare bum."
Mother Superior went on to describe various forms of corporal punishment. As she talked, Sandra thought she saw excitement flashing in her eyes, thought her voice lowered and became warmer, but she couldn't be sure it wasn't as a result of her own mounting excitement.
"Now, my dear," the nun went on, "I believe you when you say you are a virgin, but I must check. It is a rule. Stand and hold your clothes up to your waist."
Nervously, she did so, wishing she were wearing prettier panties than the plain, white cotton ones she wore.
The nun remained seated, but moved to the edge of her chair and drew Sandra closer so that she was between her legs.
"Don't be afraid, dear," the woman told her, warmly. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Sandra felt her panties being pulled down very gently and slowly, then felt a smooth hand coursing over her nether cheeks, squeezing and patting them.
"You have very pretty and firm bum cheeks, my dear," the nun said as she continued to fondle them. "Have they never been spanked?"
"No."
"Just keep your bum nice and relaxed, Sandra. I'm going to give you one spank to let you know what it feels like. Keep your dress well up, dear."
Holding her around the tummy with her left arm, the woman rubbed a buttock gently with her right hand, drew it back, paused, then slapped, her hand squeezing the cheek as it held there.
"There now, Sandra," she said almost in a whisper, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No, Sister," she replied, her voice quavering. "In fact, dear, you liked it, didn't you?" "Yes."
"It felt good in your bum, but you felt it in your crotch too, didn't you? Right inside your warm little pussy." "Oh yes, Sister."
"I'll check your little cunny now, dear. Just stand still, there, I'll hold your pretty bum and just slip my finger up your little slit to find your cherry. Ah yes," she went on as the finger pushed up into the girl's vagina, "you have a nice tight little cunny. Yes, you do have a cherry too and it isn't too hard. That will make it easier for you when the time comes."
"What do you mean, Sister," Sandra asked, trembling.
"I mean the first time a man sticks a big, strong prick in your little cunt and gives you your very first fuck. You know about fucking, don't you?"
"Not. . . very much .. . Sister."
"Well, in fucking, the man's cock moves in and out of the woman's cunt the way my finger is doing now. If the man is a good fucker, his prick rubs against the woman's clitoris, like this. Doesn't it feel nice?" she asked as she fingered the hardening clitoris and her other hand squeezed a buttock.
When she stopped rubbing and left the finger motionless in Sandra's vagina, the girl was unable to keep her body from riding the finger.
"Yes, dear," the nun said, withdrawing her finger, "I understand. Come, we'll go to another room and continue your education."
She pressed a button on her desk and the girl who had conducted Sandra to the room entered.
"I'm not to be disturbed until further notice," the nun told the girl. "You may read in the outer lobby until I call you."
"Yes, Sister," the girl replied, bowing and closing the door as she left.
Getting up from behind her desk, the nun put an arm around Sandra's waist and led her to another door. As it opened, Sandra saw that it was a beautifully-appointed bedroom, her knees went weak and she had to lean against the black-robed woman.
"It's all right, dear," the sister told her, "I understand. I'll give your bum a nice beating first and then I'll do nice things to make your hot little cunt feel soooo good."
"Oh, Sister," Sandra groaned and dropped to her knees, her face pressed against the front of the robe, her arms wrapped around the big hips. Without realizing what she was doing, Sandra began to feel the plump buttocks of the woman through her robes.
"Wait, dear," the woman said, pushing her away a little and bending to grasp the hem of the robe. She pulled all of her clothing up and Sandra was staring at big white thighs and a white tummy with a wide triangle of thick, curly hair.
"There, dear," the nun said, a hand going behind Sandra's head to pull her face into the warm juncture of thighs and tummy. "There now, you stay there and think of being beaten on your bare bum. Put your hands on my big, smooth bum, that's it."
The nun dropped her clothes and they fell around the girl, enveloping her in exciting darkness, silken skin driving her wild as she fondled the lush buttocks and inhaled the musky odor of woman.
The buttocks under her hands were excitingly firm and so silken in texture that the girl couldn't believe it was skin and not the finest silk ever woven.
Sandra lost track of time, but eventually the nun's garments were raised and she was told to get up and strip naked.
She did so, hurriedly, wanting the promised beating more than she had ever wanted anything in her young life. The nun was gentle and kind and loved her, she would not reject her, but would beat her, thus demonstrating her love, in the girl's mind.
"My, what cute little titties you have, dear," the woman told her as she fondled both. "They look like just enough to fill a mouth. Let me find out."
With that, the nun bent over her and sucked a breast completely into her mouth. When she released it after a little sucking, she tongued Sandra's nipple until it rose, hard and elongated. She did the same to the other.
Stepping back then, her hands worked behind her neck, untying and unhooking, then the upper portion of her clothing was pushed down and she was naked to the waist.
"Oh, Sister," Sandra gasped at the sight of her big, firm, beautifully white breasts, "they're so beautiful."
"Yes, dear, I do have big, beautiful tits. Come feel them, heft them and see how heavy they are."
Sandra reached eagerly for the proffered breasts, finding more silk as she fondled them. After more rubbing and squeezing of the big breasts, the woman showed her how to take a nipple between her lips and cause it to stiffen and elongate. That was followed by her stuffing a breast into Sandra's mouth and whispering urgently for her to suck.
When the girl had sucked both breasts and stood back to stare again at the exciting beauty of the woman, the nun pushed her robes down over her wide hips and allowed them to fall to the floor.
She wore black silk stockings held around her big, firm thighs with red garters. Again Sandra was struck by how much she resembled the nun she had seen in her fantasy.
Stepping out of her discarded garments, the nun turned her back to Sandra and lightly ran her hands over her magnificently rounded buttocks, teasing the sensitive skin with the tips of her fingers.
"Do you like my bum?" she asked Sandra, smiling over her shoulder.
"Oh, Sister, it's so beautiful."
"Kneel down and kiss it. That's it, rub my hips gently while you cover my bum with kisses. That's nice, dear, make the kisses a little wetter now. That's nice. Kiss my crack too, dear. Oh you sweet little angel, how clever of you to lick my crack like that without having to be told. More, dear, more. Oooh, that feels good."
"Come with me now, dear," the nun told her as she took her hand and helped her to her feet. "I have some very exciting things to show you."
They went to a cabinet against the far wall and the nun opened both doors wide. What was displayed there brought a strangled gasp from the girl.
"Yes, dear, all those lovely implements are used to beat pretty girls on the bare bum and thighs. How many beautifully curved bums have danced under their delightful sting!"
Sandra had difficulty focusing, but when she was able to, she saw the whole collection of leather straps, wooden paddles, canes, and a few little whips, one of them a five thonged martinet.
"How I should love to be in a big room," the nun went on, "and see everyone of these implements being employed by naked women, beating the bums of naked, crying girls as they danced with pain, their pretty titties dancing too."
"Oh yes, Sister, oh yes," Sandra said with a sigh that contained a groan in it.
"You will taste them in time, dear, but for now, I'll use a light strap, one that will sting you very much but not leave any pain when I'm finished."
She took a cut down razor strap from its place, ran it through her left hand as she held the fitted handle in her right hand, then turned and went with Sandra to her bed.
Putting the strap down, she sat and patted her thighs. With a glad little cry, Sandra draped her naked body across the waiting thighs, trembling as the thrill of the contact of skin on skin sent hot tremors racing through her highly aroused body and causing others to dance in the depths of her tummy.
"Ah, what a lovely sight," the nun sighed and began patting and rubbing Sandra's upturned bottom cheeks. "One of the lord's true works of art, the bare, white bum of a pretty girl waiting to be spanked."
Anticipating the first slap of the woman's hand on her perfectly positioned behind, Sandra began to rub across the silken thighs, little cries of passion breaking from her throat.
"Oh, Mummy, spank my bum, spank me and love me. Mummy, Mummy."
Tears came into the woman's eyes as she realized what Sandra was saying, heard the verbal manifestation of the great need to be loved by the woman who had so cruelly rejected her in favor of her brother.
"Yes, Sandra darling," the nun said, "Mummy loves you and is going to spank your sweet little bum-bum."
Holding the girl lightly with her left hand, she gave her a stinging spank on the right cheek. With a sharp intake of breath, she raised her hand and aimed a sharp smack at the other cheek.
In the beginning, Sandra only sighed and sobbed, but as the spanking continued at a brisk, though not a hurried pace, she cried, more and more loudly while the slapping hand moved from cheek to cheek, painting them a delightful shade of rose pink and making hot needles dance deep inside the rounds of Sandra's well spanked behind.
"There, darling," the nun said, helping Sandra off her lap, taking her into her arms and falling back onto the bed with her, "that's enough for your first spanking. Mummy loves you very much and has shown it by spanking your pretty bum all hot and red."
"Oh, Mummy," Sandra sobbed, her words muffled in the woman's big, silken breasts, "I love you. My bum feels so good now, and I'm so happy because you really do love me."
"Yes, I love you, dear, I love you so very much. I won't give you a strapping now, I'll save that for later when we'll do a lot of exciting things together."
Holding the girl close, the woman's warm, silken body comforted her even more than any words could and Sandra drifted among pink clouds in the warmth of the sun, high above the earth with all its pains and problems.
Author's Note In the interests of fairness to all concerned, it must be pointed out here that the events in the foregoing chapter are true only within Sandra's mind. They did not happen.
Amazed at her story and the honesty with which she told it, I checked on the institution she named. I learned that she had been an inmate there indeed, but that at no time had it ever been operated by nuns.
Sandra's hurried admission had been expedited by an influential man who had long been a friend of the family.
I talked with the doctor who served the home and was told that, especially during the period when Sandra was there, corporal punishment was commonplace as were acts of lesbianism among the inmates and between female staff and inmates.
To understand how the facts could have become so twisted in Sandra's mind, one must consider her emotional state at the time of her entrance there.
Too, there was the fantasy about the nun on the morning of her going to the home.
One supposes that something of a traumatic nature happened to Sandra shortly after her arrival at the institution and her mind lapsed into a fantasy world to protect her from the harshness of reality. This form of regression from reality is not at all uncommon.
So we see that Sandra did not lie at all, she lived that experience and the others she recalls in such vivid detail regarding the institution.
This is not surprising either, her fantasized experiences were stronger than reality, formed an overlay in her mind and so, it is these that she recalls as reality and, I feel confident, will continue to as long as she lives. There is always the possibility that at some future date, something will happen to destroy the overlay and replace it with remembered reality, but I doubt strongly that this will happen in her case.
In case the reader charges me with dishonesty for having saved this explanation until the end of the foregoing chapter, I have a reason to offer for that too. Surely it was not my intention to play a little prank.
Sandra's fantasy experiences during this period are so vital to her entire development, that I felt I owed it to the reader to let him experience them as Sandra did, as reality.
I am making the truth known at this point rather than later in the book, out of fear that the reader would, in view of the strange nature of her experience, think that I had slipped from fact into fiction.
Remember then, that the following portion of her story as it relates to the institution is true only in that she actually lived it in her mind and that it influenced the rest of her life.