The Catholic Finishing Academy Pt. 09

*******This is complete fantasy. All characters are 18+. This will be a CFNM story taking place at the fictional Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy for Men in Mississippi. The academy is for men age 19-23. The new semester has just started, and the academy's marching band is in big trouble. Also, Gregory will face Mother Corrina's wrath after she found out he brought porn on campus. Please leave comments.*******

Sister Olivia stood on her podium looking sternly at the twenty young men in front of her. She could tell they all looked nervous as they stood next to their seats in humility position in the band's rehearsal room.

Sister Olivia thought back to that night a week and a half ago. The academies band had been invited to perform at the New Years Day parade at the state capitol. The parade went fine with the young men in their uniforms that had the school crest.

The night that they'd spent at the hotel on the other hand did not go well. Sister Olivia had just laid down when she got a call from the front desk that people on the street had seen her band mooning the parking lot from their hotel room windows.

Sister Olivia had gone downstairs to be shown a picture from the staff which showed all 20 members of her band had their bare ass cheeks squished onto the windows pointing down at the parking lot. The band had reserved five rooms for the band members. The picture showed five windows side-by-side, each having four sets of butt cheeks of varying complection's from light to dark and hairless to hair-covered.

Sister Olivia had told the band to be ready for punishment when the next semester started. Now all twenty of her naked band members looked like they were gonna start shitting themselves from nervousness right there.

In the crowd of band members, Brandon stood nervously. His red hair was beginning to sweat as he thought about what was likely going to be a spanking they were about to be given.

Near him was Lorenzo. The hairy senior was now regretting his decision to rub his hair covered ass cheeks onto the glass. He hadn't been punished since he'd been strapped for helping Lyle and Brandon cheat the semester before. He swore to himself he would stay strong no matter what the punishment was. He would not start crying in front of the nineteen-year-old freshmen.

Sister Olivia said, "I am very disappointed in all of you. Showing your rear-ends from that hotel where everyone could see. Perhaps next time we are invited to a parade you will be marching in your academy uniform instead of your marching uniform.

The guys felt their stomachs turn. Brandon pictured them all marching through town naked playing their instruments. Their penises and scrotums were all flopping as they marched. He shuddered at the thought.

She stepped off her podium and, pulling up a chair, she sat down. She instructed, "to start you are all getting forty spanks by hand."

Lorenzo gulped. Forty by hand was just the start. He wasn't surprised. There was no way they were getting away with just a hand spanking.

Sister Olivia continued, "you will line up on my right. When it is your turn, you will go over my knee for your spanking. After your spanking is done you will form a line side-by-side on my left facing me in humility position. If I hear any complaining, we will be raising the spanks from forty to eighty."

The twenty naked young men began forming a line. None of them wanted to end up being in front. Some of them now had anxiety caused erections, but none of them cared.

To his sadness Lorenzo ended up being at the front of the line. His face was red as he approached Sister Olivia. His penis stuck out, full of blood, pointing at the sister as the twenty-two-year-old climbed down over the nun knees.

Sister Olivia wasted no time laying down hard spanks on Lorenzo's ass that were stronger than he ever thought possible. She went back and forth spanking both of his cheeks. Lorenzo felt humiliated as Sister Olivia used two fingers to prop his butt cheeks open. Lorenzo knew his hairy butthole was now pointing at the other guys in line. The last ten spanks were delivered right onto his crack and caused pain to shoot through his anus.

As she finished the fortieth swat, she roughly pulled him up. His penis was now totally limp. She pointed and ordered, "over there in humility position." Then, pointing at the next guy in line, she instructed, "over my knees."

The routine continued as more and more band members took their spanking. The last ten were always delivered between propped open ass cheeks. The men would then get up in pain and take their place in humility position next to the other guys.

Brandon was the last guy in line. His thin dick with its large glans was retreating into his body in fear. He climbed across Sister Olivia's knees and looked out at the nineteen other naked guys staring at him in humility position. Each of them had asses that stung.

SMACK! Brandon nearly yelped and visibly jumped as Sister Olivia landed the hardest hand spank he'd ever felt on his left cheek. The spanking continued until both of his pale white butt cheeks were red and had visible handprints.

He felt the nun pry his cheeks open and dreadfully waited for his crack and hole to be spanked. Sister Olivia landed ten hard spanks onto his pale crack and tight pink starfish.

By the time he was walking over to join the others in humility position he had tears in eyes. "How could this just be the beginning?" He thought to himself.

Sister Olivia stood up and said, "you will all wait here while I get something from my office. I expect to hear no talking when I get back."

She walked out of the bands rehearsal room. The twenty young guys stood silently. Eight of the penises in the room were still pointing at attention from nervousness. Lorenzo's hairy weenie in particular was achingly pointing at the wall.

They heard the door open. Brandon thought he was going to faint when he saw what Sister Olivia had in her hand. Lorenzo thought he was gonna throw up. The lanky goober with shoulder length blonde hair named Blaine beside Brandon even let out an audible worried fart.

Sister Olivia held a large black prison strap. She used it to point at the empty chair she'd sat in while giving the other young men their forty spanks and said, "one by one you will get on your knees in the chair. You will each be getting twenty with the strap."

She pointed at Brandon and said, "we will start at this end. Brandon, up on the chair."

Brandon put his knees on the chair. He braced himself as Sister Olivia raised the strap back. He yelped loudly as the first of many strap swings slapped his ass. It stung as much as ten spanks by hand. He tried to be strong, but by the tenth smack tears ran down his face.

As the twentieth whack from the strap hit his ass Brandon would have given up government secrets to stop the strapping. He lay on the chair while he continued sniffling.

Sister Olivia ordered, "back in line, son. Blaine, you're up."

Blaine's face was pale as the nineteen-year-old got up on the chair. He was strong for the first five smacks. The blonde goober let loose with the first of many tears after the sixth swat. After the eighth he shot up and his hands immediately flew to his stinging ass.

"Get back on the chair right now!" Sister Olivia ordered.

Blaine begged, "please...... no more."

Sister Olivia pointed and said, "back on the chair right now or you are getting forty with the strap.

Blaine shuddered as he got back on the chair. He yelped as smack after smack hit his ass. After the last smack they all heard the sound of liquid trickling off the back rest of the chair. Sister Olivia glanced forward and saw the trickle of pee coming out of Blaine's shriveled up weenie.

The nun ordered the humiliated guy back in line.

Sister Olivia didn't bother cleaning the pee. She had a feeling that Blaine wouldn't be the only one to empty his bladder.

Sure enough, as the rest of the guys took their strapping three more guys started peeing themselves before, finally, it was Lorenzo's turn to be strapped.

His erection had finally deflated as he got on the chair, taking care to avoid the four bladders worth of pee that had pooled along the chairs surface.

Even though Sister Olivia was tired now, Lorenzo was not spared any of her wrath as twenty swats reverberated off his hairy ass. As the last swat came down a tear rolled down his cheek.

Sister Olivia told Lorenzo to get back in line in humility position. She said, "I hope you have all learned a valuable lesson about how to behave when you are representing this academy. Now, the four of you who wet yourselves during your strapping, go to the janitors closet and get cleaning supplies then clean this chair. The rest of you I will see tomorrow.

The twenty young men took stilted steps out of the rehearsal room. Many of them rubbed their aching asses. Most of them headed to their next classes while Blaine and the other three peeing spankees headed to the janitors closet.

Mother Corrina's Office

On the other side of the academy Mother Corrina and Sister Morgan looked at the sight in the center of the room.

Gregory was on his hands and knees while the enema tube came out of his ass and snaked it's way up into the massive high-volume bag hanging off the light fixture.

Mother Corrina smacked his butt and said, "this is now your third enema. Let's hope the water finally come out clean this time."

Gregory tried to ignore the growing pressure in his colon as it filled with soapy water again. He moaned, "please.... I've learned my lesson. I won't bring porn here again. And I'm sorry I didn't confess last night."

Sister Morgan and Mother Corrina waited while Gregory moaned. Finally, the bag emptied again. Sister Morgan ordered, "get up son. You know the drill. Ten jumping jacks then empty yourself."

Gregory slowly got to his feet. The stocky nineteen-year-old used one hand to steady himself while the other was cradling his disgustingly full gut. As he stood all the way up his visibly extended belly sloshed back and forth. He pulled the enema tube out and clamped down his hole tight.

He did ten small jumping jacks while using all his strength to keep his asshole clamped shut. Cramps were tearing through his belly. As he finished his jumping the nun and mother superior heard Gregory's gut let loose with a loud gurgle.

Mother Corrina pointed to the bucket in the corner of the room that he had now filled and emptied twice and ordered, "empty yourself."

He waddled over to the bucket and squatted. He pulled his ass cheeks wide and, for the third time, began ejecting nearly a gallon of water from his ass. After nearly a minute he stood up and prayed the water in the bucket would be clear.

Sister Morgan came over and, looking into the bucket, gave Gregory the bad news, "it seems you still are not clean. Go fill another bag now."

Gregory walked with dread back to the enema bag. The naked guys dick flopped back and forth as he walked. He reached up and pulled the bag down and headed out to the hall to the bathroom to fill the bag with another gallon of water.

Sister Hannah Margaret's Chemistry class

On the third floor in Sister Hannah Margaret's introductory chemistry class the students had just been excused out of humility position to sit down at the lab benches.

Each bench held two people. Lyle sat down at a bench with Blaine. The long blonde-haired guy still had very clear bright red strap marks from his morning spanking with the band. Lyle felt bad watching Blaine visibly wince as he sat on the cold lab stool.

Sister Hannah Margaret told the men that the person they were sitting with would be their lab partner the whole semester.

Little did Blaine and Lyle know that in a few weeks they would be getting in big trouble with Sister Hannah Margaret.