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Mary's Summer Camp Adventures - Chapter 21
The widow Gallagher sat back and listened quietly to the breathless account that her daughter provided concerning what transpired while she was under the discipline of the novice, Emily. As Mary Katherine approached the conclusion of the story, her mother yawned. This threw her daughter into a tailspin and she stammered into silence, having obviously failed to excite her most important listener. The widow smiled and reached over to touch her distressed child.
"I didn't mean to rain on your parade my dear one, but what you're describing isn't worth discussing these days. For as long as I've been at the convent, novices have always paired off. What other choice do the poor dears have? Until they take their vows, in principle they must practice abstinence. Now tell me that any healthy young lady is going to sleep on a hard pallet under a thin blanket in the dead of winter all by herself. That goes against nature and our priests know this to be true, at least the old ones did. These new ones are another cup of tea altogether."
Her mother's response softened the blow somewhat, but Mary Katherine still felt as if she had behaved like a young girl instead of a teenager on the verge of womanhood. After all hadn't she and dear Agnes, her best friend in the entire world, spent more nights than they could count enjoying each other's favors and none the worse for the experience too!
There still however was the issue of Emily's sexual persuasion. Why did she dress like a boy to visit Father Mordant? Was it possible that she wasn't visiting the latest fugitive from the forces of ignorance and ungodliness, which was the way the mother superior described her feelings towards this latest guest of the convent? Her mother had indeed raised more questions than answers. Her head was in a spin, and it must have been obvious to the widow.
"For all you know, poor Emily was nipping off to see her lover, another novice I'd be willing to guess. It's the way things are done these days. How else can the novices cope without falling into the trap of self love or even worse? I happen to know some few things about Emily and she is a level headed young lady who is dedicated primarily to serving our lord and master for the remaining years of her life on this earth. Why begrudge her these simple innocent flirtations that do no one any harm in the long run? Now these new priests are another thing altogether, but I'll go no further than that."
That evening Mary Katherine and Agnes snuggled and cuddled for half the night, tasting each other on numerous occasions and enjoying these little peccadillos for what they were, some innocent pleasure. Emily, on the other hand visited her new love, a youthful novice who had just joined the order, and went from their tryst straightaway afterwards to see her new confessor Father Mordant. Immediately upon discretely entering his quarters, she went through the ritual he had taught her. Emily undressed, knelt before him as he sat in his straight back wooden chair, and presented him with her hand carved dildo still wet with the juices of her very young, but no longer as innocent conquest.
Her confessor held it to his nostrils and took a deep breath, his face breaking into a smile as he did. When he returned it, Emily licked the dildo clean, then pushed it into her mouth and down her throat until she gagged. She repeated this ritual twice more and then sat back on her haunches and waited for a signal from the good priest. It was not long in coming.
He unzipped and his penis flopped from his trousers. He pointed toward its tip and Emily leaned forward and began licking the bulbous head as his shaft thickened. Her nipples seemed to mirror the increase in stiffness of Father Mordant's sex organ. He closed his eyes and sighed softly as her mouth engulfed the top and began slowly drawing more of its length into her mouth. The tall man of the cloth with the glowing eyes began to take a more active role in this ritual. His staff moved in and out of Emily's wet, warm mouth as she sucked and slobbered all over it until it glistened.
This gentle struggle continued as the teenager brought him closer and closer to release. Suddenly he leaned forward and took her stubbly head in a firm grip as his hips began thrusting back and forth and his seed spewed into her waiting maw. The unequal contest of the wills had once more ended in triumph for the good father. As soon as his labored breathing returned to normal he laid his hands on her head and asked if she wished to confess her sins to him.
Emily nodded and began her litany of offenses against the holy church, her god and those for whom she had failed to show charity. Her confessor prayed for guidance before absolving her under the condition that she do the penance he would prescribe and make a sincere effort to sin no more. That accomplished, he pointed toward the praying bench located a few feet from his spartan pallet. Emily approached the bench and draped her naked body over it, offering her boyish rump to his stern justice.
The priest thoroughly enjoyed this portion of their little ritual. Evidence of her last confession was still prominently displayed, the six of the best from the cane overlaid the dozen strokes she'd taken from his leather flogger that he always carried on his person, even under his cassock when he said mass. It had been nearly a week since he last punished her pudenda, a portion of which was now peaking from between her splayed thighs. His hand caressed her tight bottom and an exploratory finger sought out her thin lipped slit, probing for wetness, which was there in abundance.
"Your body betrays you my dear. Where it should be dry from fear and repentance, it is instead wet and eager for more of the devil's play. I will do my best to drive that evil spirit from your hidden parts; now prepare yourself for the cane. Tonight I will double what you normally suffer for your sins. Do you need to be gagged and bound, or can you display the kind of fortitude that will enable you to do our master's work here on earth?"
In a low voice Emily asked for the gag, assuring her confessor that she could withstand the temptation to avoid the blows that would be raining down on her unprotected rump and her private parts that cried out for redemption. Father Mordant tapped the tip of the rattan cane on her cleft, making sure that his target, her weeping pudenda, was accessible. His first blow neatly split her vulva in two, bringing a muffled shriek from her gagged mouth and a shudder that ran the length of her bare body. He wasted no time adding another to the same area. Her thighs were now covered with pebbled flesh as her body continued to react to the terrible trauma caused by this frightful instrument.
His next two blows landed in that sensitive region separating the nearly flat mounds that passed for her bottom these days. Emily's body arched and shivered as the terrible pain ate into her brain. For a brief moment she contemplated raising up and fleeing from the little room, then thought better of it. Two more crisscrossed her cheeks diagonally, created a crimson X-shaped welt that bloomed quickly from her damaged flesh. Her confessor allowed her a few minutes to recover and contemplate what remained for her to endure. The mental aspect of this beating was almost as rigorous and painful as the physical part.
Emily cringed and her face grew white when Mordant announced that he intended to use the flogger on the front of her body, one dozen strokes in all. She immediately requested that she be restrained, knowing full well from the one occasion when he gave her three blows from the flogger across her private parts, that she would be unable to accept them unfettered. The old priest produced a set of leather thongs which he used to bind the girl to the prayer bench with her body facing outward, thighs spread wide to make it easy to use the flogger on those intimate portions of her anatomy.
The first three were used on her previously caned gash, straight down its length, leaving the entrance to her birth canal raw-red and swollen. His bony finger insinuated itself into her vagina and came away wet causing him a degree of happiness even as his face frowned down at her. He took a deep breath and laid into her with his flogger, this time decorating the insides of her thin thighs with six powerful strokes, leaving a trail of livid welts in its wake. Another short break to build the suspense, and the final three, once more right down the middle of her swollen, crimson gash with all the power his arm could generate. The penance had reached the half way point.
There still was the matter of the next six with the cane. He had never used the cane directly on her front, occasionally going up between her spread thighs from the rear to lick at her pudenda with the tip of the rattan. Father Mordant knew that in all likelihood this would be the last time she confessed to him. Once this session was finished he would use his cel phone to make a call to the Vatican for his final instructions concerning the Mary Katherine Gallagher situation.
The bound and gagged teenager's eyes followed him as he picked up the cane and swished it throught the air to limber up his arm muscles that were not accustom to such exertion. Now those eyes were wide as she realized what his intentions were. Mordant smiled coldly as he noted her vulva was not only swollen and crimson from the beating to date, it was also oozing a creamy fluid that had an odd sweet-salty aroma to it. Now they both knew she wanted the cane on her most sensitive and intimate portion of that still developing body. She would be spared nothing, they both wanted it to be.
The cane crawled across her pelvic region, producing deep gashes in her pale skin that would leave scars she would carry to the grave. The two strokes that went down the length of that swollen trench did frightful damage to her external sex organs, the worst in the vicinity of her clitoris which would never regain its sensitivity, depriving Emily of countless hours of innocent pleasure. After the final kiss of the cane Emily fainted dead away and nearly swallowed her gag. Mordant gave her final absolution despite the fact that she never completed the penance he had given to her.
( To be completed - lex ludite )
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