Chapter 6
"Well, I see you're enjoying the library," the big nun commented as she returned to her room to find Sandra naked on the bed, surrounded by books.
"Oh yes, I never dreamed there were books like these."
"How often have you fingered yourself?" she asked with a smile.
"Quite a few times, I guess, but I'm sure in the mood for more."
"That's nice, dear. I've watched two naked girls being strapped and another getting twelve cuts of the cane across her white arse."
"Gee, Mummy, I'd give anything to see that."
"You will, dear. I often have girls brought here to my suite to be punished. Watching a girl squirm and cry through corporal punishment can be as thrilling as administering it. The sister who did the beating was the one with the carrot stuck in her cunt. She told me later she came three times while she was warming their arses with her strap and cane."
"I imagine the cane must sting a lot," Sandra observed.
"It does. It lacks the exciting sound of the pal, paddle or strap, but it can draw such lovely red lines across white bum cheeks. It also makes the victim wriggle her arse so delightfully.
"Will you beat me with the cane sometimes?" Sandra asked, her tone eager.
"Of course, dear. Come to think of it, you must be punished for fingering yourself without permission. After I've taken this off I'll flick my cane across your pretty bum a couple of times and show you how it feels to have a swishy cane bite into tender bum cheeks."
"Will I bend over and hold my ankles like I saw in the pictures?"
"No dear, that spoils the appearance of a pretty bum. The cane can sting enough without that, as you'll see."
Throwing her habit off, the woman walked to the implement cabinet, looking stunning in black bra, panties and nylons. She tested a few canes, swishing them with a flick of the wrist, then found one that suited her and came back to the bed with it.
"You've been a naughty girl, Sandra, fingering your cunt without permission. I'm going to cane your arse as punishment." As she spoke the words, a sterm expression came over her face and into her voice. It caused Sandra to pant with passion.
"Yes, Mummy, I'll take my punishment. I love you and I'm sorry I was a bad girl. Beat my bum and make me cry, Mummy, so I won't be a bad girl again."
The nun picked up a book from the bed, flipped through it until she found a picture of a young naked woman being caned, then went to the dresser and placed it there.
Seconds later, bent from the waist, her hands on the dresser, Sandra was staring down at the picture, studying the exciting red lines all over the plump, white cheeks of the pretty victim. As she did, she felt the cane moving teasingly over her buttocks as the nun drove her wild with the waiting.
Without warning, the woman flicked her wrist and a line of fire was drawn across Sandra's bare behind. A red line glowed on a beautifully curved white background.
Sandra cried out loudly and jumped, shifting her weight from foot to foot, her behind wriggling wildly.
"Oh Mummy, Mummy, it hurts, it hurts."
"Yes, dear. Mummy knows how a cane can sting the tender arse of a pretty girl. Mummy also likes to hear a girl crying for mercy while her burning bum wriggles and her little titties sway."
The cane cut across Sandra's arched behind again and she cried out more loudly than before, continuing to cry and dance, her breasts swaying.
When the cane cut her the third time, it was on the most sensitive part of her bottom, the lower slope of buttock where it meets upper thigh. The nun's accuracy was rewarded with a high pitched scream as the girl's body gyrated madly, her feet pounding the floor.
An expression of ecstasy on her face, the woman put the cane between the girl's thighs, tapping them and her vulva lightly, filling her with terror at the thought of the cane actually swishing there.
Dropping the cane, the woman put both hands on the swaying buttocks, thrilling as the silken globes rubbed against her.
"All right, dear," the nun told her, "that's all the punishment for now. Now well be friends again and have some wonderful fun in bed. How did you like the cane on your pretty bum?"
"Oh, how it stings."
"I know it stings, Sandra, but I asked you how you liked it."
"Oh Mummy," she sobbed and threw herself into the arms of the woman, "it was such beautiful, delirious pain. How can that be?" she asked, rubbing her body against the nun. "The pain drives me crazy, but so does the pleasure."
"Because you're a beautiful masochist, darling," the woman told her as she put an arm around her waist and led her to the bed. "To you, pain and pleasure will always be intermingled. As you advance in the art of masochism, you will learn to include many forms of degradation."
"What kind of degradation, Mummy?" she asked as they got onto the bed and embraced.
"Well, for example, imagine yourself in a room with a lot of people around. You are bare naked and your bum is burning from having been beaten, you've been forced to suck the cocks of all the men and the cunts and arse holes of all the women.
"They are all talking about you, calling you filthy names. You are crying and pleading for them to stop, but they don't stop. A man comes to you, aims his prick at you and pisses all over your body, your face and everything.
"A woman gets down on the floor beside you and holds your cunt wide open with her fingers so another man can piss in it, telling you that it's a filthy thing, no better than a piss pot. When they were finished, they'd leave you wallowing in your pool of piss."
"Oh, Mummy," the girl shuddered, "am I really going to enjoy all that? Will I find pleasure in such things?"
"Yes, my dearest, my beautiful daughter, you are going to be a magnificent masochist and I will train you. Mummy wants her little girl to be happy, always to savor all of life's pleasures. And now, dear, tell me, did you like the pictures of women sucking and licking cunts?"
"Oh yes, they were so exciting. When you talked about cunt-lapping, was that what you meant?"
"Yes, and now I'm going to show you what it feels like. I'm going to lap your cunt and my tongue in your juicy little slit will make you come more strongly than you've ever done."
that will make your arse burn like fire."
Picking up the wide strap she had brought from the cabinet earlier, the nun placed it gently across the delightfully posed buttocks of the trembling girl.
"Oh Mummy," . . . strap me . . . beat me . .. make me cry."
"That's just what I'm going to do, Sandra, as soon as I'm ready, that is."
With that she turned and walked from the room. When she returned, she carried a glass from which she sipped as she stood close to the bed, looking down at the girl, thrilling at the sight of her buttocks twitching in anticipation.
"Beat me, Mummy," the girl groaned, her behind jerking up and down just as it had done once before when her real mother refused the plea.
"Yes, Sandra, I'm going to beat you, but you are going to wait for it. Keep your hands where they are, don't even try to touch your cunt."
The woman tortured her by making her wait another few minutes which were like hours, then she put the glass down and slowly, deliberately, picked up the strap.
"Watch the mirror, Sandra," she told the girl, "look at the reflection of your bum, see the strap in my hand. Here it comes, Sandra, here it comes right... uh ... now."
While the girl cried loudly and pounded her hands and feet on the bed, the nun went on to administer a severe strapping which left her buttocks not just red, but mottled with bruises.
Getting off the bed, the woman knelt close to it and guided Sandra into position. Seconds later, she was holding the writhing girl by the hips while her mouth was glued to her tender vulva, her tongue joyously probing the hot, moist depths.
"Did you like that?" she asked, raising her face to look at the girl whose face was contorted with lust and desire.
"Oooh, yes, but it didn't make me come."
"It wasn't intended to, dear, that was just to tease and excite you, to make you want more. Now I shall go down on you again and give you the lapping that will make you come."
Her face went back down to the girl's crotch, but this time her mouth did not close over her vulva. Instead, her tongue probed the slit, found the little bud of clitoris and began licking it. It was not long before she kept her promise and the girl went into an orgasm from which she was sure she couldn't possible return. But she did.
They rested for a few minutes, then positions were reversed and Sandra found herself kneeling, her face just inches above the exciting crotch of the woman who had previously removed her bra and panties.
"May I look at it and feel it first?" she asked.
"Of course, dear, it's exciting to be teased for a while before having one's cunt lapped."
Sandra busied herself with admiring and feeling, not just the soft, warm vulva, but the surrounding crotch, thighs and lower slopes of buttocks as the woman lay with her legs drawn back over her body, her crotch wide open.
"Now, baby, now," the woman panted, "get down on me. I can't wait. Suck, baby, lick my horny cunt and make me explode."
Trembling with arousal, the girl bent to the task, first kissing, sucking and licking inside the parted lips, then finding the clitoris and licking it, her tongue rough until the woman began crying out and bouncing on the bed. Sandra would have continued the erotic assault, but the woman pushed her away, groaning that her clitoris felt raw, that the skin had been licked off it.
After that, they talked and played for a while, looking at exciting pictures in the books, the woman explaining various sexual acts and positions, telling of the pleasure each afforded.
And then the books were cleared from the bed and piled neatly on the floor beside it. The nun took three pillows and stacked them neatly near the center of the bed. When Sandra asked what they were for, the woman only smiled as she told her to kneel behind them.
When Sandra had done so, the woman told her to let her body go forward so that she would be lying flat on her tummy. She did so, trembling.
"Oh, Mummy," she panted, "I can see myself in the mirror, my bare bum is way up. I'm helpless, Mummy, you're trying to beat me and I can't help myself."
"Yes, Sandra, you are helpless and I am going to beat you. I'm going to give you a strapping When she finally stopped, she comforted the girl, brought her to climax with her tongue, applied lotion to her abused buttocks, then put her into her bed to sleep.