Chapter 7
Life for Sandra became a continuing joy. Mother Superior bought her exciting lingerie, sheer nylons and high heeled pumps which displayed her legs at their best. She ate the best of foods and her body began to bloom.
And as her body developed, so did her joy in masochism. Long before the marks from one beating had faded, her mummy would renew them for her with another session of happy tears.
But it was only the beginning of her sexual experiences and her training, especially in masochism.
On her fifteenth birthday, Mother Superior had a cake baked for her, complete with candles, and told her she would have a party that evening.
"What kind of a party?" she asked, excitedly. "A sex party, dear, what else?" "You mean with men and women and everything? I'm just dying to see a man's cock and balls and all that."
"Whatever happened to baby Sandra who used to be so shy and innocent?" the woman said, laughing. "No, dear, this will be an all girl party. I'll bring a few of the more beautiful nuns and perhaps a couple of the older, better developed girls as well. There will be plenty of nudity, spanking and sucking for all of us. It will be a party you'll never forget, nor will I, for that matter."
"Tell me more about it, Mummy," she pleaded, her eyes wet and shining with excitement.
"No, you'll find out in good time, dear. I've left your bum alone for days so it would be unmarked and at its beautiful best for this evening. That's all you need to know."
When Mother Superior returned to the suite for lunch that day, she announced to Sandra that she had a surprise birthday present for her and would give it to her a little later. Again she refused to tell the girl anything more about it.
They had finished lunch and were chatting when the bell rang at the outer door.
"Admit her and bring her to me," the nun told Sandra, one of whose few jobs it was to answer the door.
At the door, Sandra saw a beautiful but very apprehensive looking girl who appeared to be sixteen or more. She had, Sandra observed quickly, the body of a woman.
Leading the girl into the drawing room, Sandra stepped back, wondering if she should leave the room. Telling her visitor to remain where she was, the nun left the room with Sandra and went to her bedroom. She unlocked a door Sandra had often wondered about and showed her into a small, unlighted room.
There were chairs and a couch in the room, but what caught Sandra's attention was that along one wall was an open wooden screen through which she could see all of the bedroom, clearly.
"Now, dear," she told the girl," in case you haven't guessed, that girl out there has come to me for punishment. You've always wanted to watch a girl being beaten, so for your birthday I'm going to allow you to watch me work her over."
"Oh Mummy, how sweet you are to me," Sandra told her, throwing her arms around her and kissing her on the mouth.
"Thank you, dear," the nun said. "I do love to be well aroused before I begin punishing a girl. Here," she said, tugging her robes up to her waist, "give my cunt a little rubbing."
"Shall I take your panties down, Mummy?" she asked, reaching for them.
"No, just rub the crotch of them and make them hot for me. I don't want to spoil it by coming just now."
Sandra rubbed the panties until the woman was squirming, her breathing labored, and she told her that was enough.
"You'll probably want to take your panties off so you'll be free to finger your slit," the nun told her. "Just remember to be very quiet though, I want her to think she's receiving her punishment in private. Later, I'll add to her humiliation by letting her know she had an audience."
Hurriedly, Sandra took her panties off as the woman left, closing the door behind her. Her hand went to her crotch at once and rubbed gently as anticipation mounted.
A minute later, the nun entered the bedroom with the girl whose head hung sadly, tears welling up in her pretty green eyes.
While Sandra listened, the nun reminded the girl of the offense she had committed, performing cunnilingus on a younger girl, and scolded her not only for her offense, but for her stupidity in having done it in such a way as to get caught in the act.
"Strip naked now and prepare to be punished," she said, her voice a menacing weapon.
As the girl began undressing, her fingers trembled and tears began to run down her face. In the hidden room, Sandra resumed rubbing her vulva, finding an exciting trace of moisture, knowing that more would follow soon.
As the victim undressed, Sandra marveled at the mature beauty of her body. Her breasts were generous and very firm, they bobbed nicely as she moved, a hint of the way they would bob around while she was being beaten. Her buttocks were bigger, much bigger than Sandra's, but had the same beautiful quality of luscious roundness with a deep cleavage between.
When she stood naked, the nun had her assume various poses to display her body most excitingly to her and to Sandra, then she took her to the implement cabinet so that she could select the appropriate weapons with which to chastise the naked beauty.
"Hold still while I check your bum cheeks," she told the girl, "it will help me decide." Crouching behind her she patted and squeezed the plump cheeks with both hands. "What a magnificent arse," she commented aloud, "it is ideal for any implement I care to use. I'm glad you got caught eating that little girl's twat, I'm going to enjoy punishing you."
At that the girl sobbed more loudly. Giving her a sharp slap on one buttock, the nun turned her attention to the implement cabinet.
From it, she selected a wooden spanking paddle which she knew would produce an exciting sound each time it slapped the naked buttocks. She also took an implement which looked like a riding crop. From a slim wooden handle, there extended a strip of smooth leather about five inches long and two inches wide. It too, she knew from experience, slapped bare buttocks with a thrilling sound.
"Are. . . are you going to use both of them on me?" the girl asked with a sob.
"I am indeed, after I've warmed up your big arse with my hand."
"Oh no," she wailed, her hands moving instinctively to rub her nether cheeks as though they already could feel the sting which was to visit them so soon.
"Oh yes," the nun replied. "I thoroughly approve of cunt-lapping when done in privacy, but I soundly punish any girl stupid enough to get caught doing it. You got caught, now your arse will pay the price of your stupidity."
Putting the implements down on a low table beside the stool on which she intended to sit, she drew her robes high up her thighs, so high that when she sat, the stool felt cool on her bare buttocks.
Arousal strong in the nun, she rubbed her warm, smooth thighs, then moved her knees wider apart and ran a hand through her crotch, patting and rubbing her soft, sensitive vulva.
"It is very hot already," she told her victim. "I will have you suck it later, while you are crying after your punishment. I like to be lapped by a crying girl, I love to feel her tears wetting my belly and thighs."
"Yes, Mother Superior. Please spare me the strap, I'll suck your cunt, lick your arse hole, your armpits," the girl begged, "I'll do anything."
"You'll do anything?" the nun asked, offering hope to the sobbing beauty.
"Oh yes, Mother, anything, only name it."
"Excellent. Lie across my lap then and turn up your beautiful bum to be soundly punished."
Hope jerked out from under her, the girl began to cry as she slowly draped her naked body across the silently inviting thighs of the beautiful nun who took her time about positioning her victim.
"What are you crying about, you silly girl? Can it be that you don't like lying on my thighs? Do you find them ugly or unpleasant to lie on? Answer me," she snapped, giving the girl a hard slap on the right thigh.
"Oh no, Mother," the girl replied hurriedly, "you have beautiful thighs, all of you is beautiful."
"How could you know that all of me is beautiful?" the nun asked, her right hand toying with the girl's silken bottom, her fingers probing the depth of her crack.
"I came here once before to be beaten. You took off all your clothes and had me suck your tits and bum hole and your cunt. It was my first time. I still remember how beautiful you were."
"That's nice, it pleases me that you recall lapping my cunt and that it was your first. Now you will receive your second punishment from me. It will teach you to be more careful the next time you feel like going down on a girl."
Gripping the naked beauty, the nun began spanking her, not brutally, yet slapping hard enough to make her cry loudly and squirm across her lap as the white globes began to take on a warm pink color, an exciting promise of the red that was yet to come.
The nun didn't count the number of spanks she gave the girl, she merely spanked until her buttocks took on a uniform pink all over, then she leached tot the wooden paddle.
In the other room, Sandra watched intently, a finger moving slowly in her crotch, thrilling to the changed sound of the spanking, the continuing sound of the girl's pained crying.
The nun used the paddle efficiently and excitingly covering the pink tint with a hot shade of red, making her squirming victim cry more loudly. Pausing, she put the paddle down and ran her hands over the fiery red mounds, testing them for heat as her eyes checked the color.
"Yes, I think that will do nicely. Your cheeks are well sensitized for the kiss of leather now. You may get up now and we shall proceed."
"Oh please, Mother, no more," the girl sobbed as she got to her feet, her hands rubbing her stinging buttocks. "My poor bum is on fire now."
"I'm pleased to hear that, my dear, now hold your arms up over your head while I make it hotter. You are here to learn a lesson and that is what you are going to do."
Her red behind swaying, the girl held her arms up and was still pleading for mercy when the leather curled around a pretty nether cheek and drew a louder cry from her, causing her breasts to bounce as she began dancing.
She danced through more than a dozen slaps of the leather and while she was doing it, Sandra's finger triggered her second orgasm.
Going to her bed then, the nun sat on the edge of it, her legs wide apart. Without having to be told, the crying girl went to her, knelt and began lapping her while the nun teased her back with the leather that had burned her behind.
The woman climaxed quickly and strongly, then called for Sandra to come into the room. She came, smiling.
"Did you enjoy our little show?" she asked as the other girl continued to sob, her head hung low.
"Oh yes, it was so exciting, it made me come twice."
"That isn't enough, dear, lie across the bed and this pretty girl will give you another come with her tongue."
Sandra lay across the bed, the girl went down on her and quickly gave her another climax.