A Novice's Confession

Laura was terrified when she approached Sister Margaret.

Sister Margaret was just so perfect, a model of piety, diligence and obedience that any novice of the order might idolize. Laura had done so over since she first caught sight of her; at mealtime, reading out that evening's scripture reading while the others ate in silence, Margaret's cherry red lips going up and down as the Latin phrases came tumbling out of her mouth.

From that day on Laura couldn't help but obsess over her, shooting secret looks at the nun as worked diligently in the garden (pulling up weeds with slim but strong forearms), prayed in chapel and sternly, but also fairly instructed the novices on how to carry out their duties. Laura had been over the moon when she was assigned Sister Margaret as her confessor; but now her all her joy at the prospect of spending time with her had vanished.

"Sister Margaret," she said timidly, fidgeting slightly in her robes. "Yes, my child?" Margaret responded kindly, looking down at Laura from her seat next the confessional. "Do you have something to confess dear?"

At this Laura almost broke and ran, embarrassment and shame coursing through her in waves. She could feel her face begin to heat up and the words simply would not come out, no matter how hard she tried.

After waiting and receiving no response Sister Margaret took pity on her and gestured towards the confessional.

"In you go then Laura. Your words will come to you in the privacy of the confessional."

So, in Laura went. The confessional box was made from dark lacquered wood and covered in ornamental carvings of prophets, saints and angels. She stared awkwardly at one carving in particular, an angel hands clasped together in prayer that reminded her of Sister Ma-- hurriedly she dragged her gaze away and dropped down on the hard wooden seat inside with an inelegant thump. Laura gazed upward to see only the outline of Sister Margaret's face through the confessional screen, waiting for her to confess her sins.

"Now what is it you are here to confess?"

Sister Margaret was right; it was easier to speak inside the confessional. Haltingly at first but then with growing speed until she didn't think she could stop even if she wanted to Laura told her everything. Desperately, she confessed to her sinful love of Sister Margaret, the furtive looks; the daydreams; the times she had touched herself late at night in the novice dorm while thinking of her, her mouth clamped shut to hide her moans from the other novices; everything. At last, as Laura blurted out the details of a recent dream she had had in which Sister Margaret had ever so gently pulled off Laura's dress and done... things to her, she stopped speaking.

The silence was in the aftermath of Laura's confession was deafening. But Laura felt oddly relaxed after her frantic confession. Whatever Sister Margaret decided was necessary as a penance she would perform, with as much grace and diligence as she could muster. It was out of her hands.

Finally, Sister Margaret spoke.

"Outside. Now!" It was as if every scrap of emotion in the sister's voice had been surgically removed. Laura's heart plummeted into her stomach.

Outside Sister Margaret looked the image of a stern and Godfearing nun, implacable in the face of adversity. Not a hair was out of place. Her grey-blue eyes surveyed Laura coldly as she reached out and grabbed one of Laura's hands in a grip of iron and a began to half pull and half drag her from the room.

Through the nunnery they went, Sister Margaret briskly marching forward, Laura stumbling along besides her. Initially they passed through areas Laura had been to before, the refectory, the scriptorium, some of the many workshops scattered around the complex.

Eventually however they reached a small, nondescript stairway leading downwards that Laura had never noticed in her time at the nunnery. Down the spiral stairway they went, not stopping at the first or second door that appeared but the third. Sister Margaret reached into her habit and extracted an ancient looking key ring.

Quickly she got to work, her elegant but strong hands briskly sorting through the keys until she found the one she was looking for. Into the lock it went, and with a creak and groan the door opened. With a shove the Sister Margaret pushed her into the room, before stepping in herself and locking the door with a bang.

The room was not wide, but it was tall. Circular in shape its walls and floor were made from the same yellow-grey limestone as the rest of the building. Deep in the bowels of the nunnery there was no natural light or warmth, both were instead provided for by a hearth at the far side of the room.

Flickering gleams of light illuminated spun out from the hearth and illuminated, to a gasp from Laura, a series of implements hung on the walls of the cell. Row after row of whips, canes, paddles and other, stranger devices hung on the walls of the dungeon, all ready for use. Laura let out a little moan of fear and arousal. She had expected to have to perform a penance, but not like this!

Sister Margaret was not interested however in allowing her to dawdle.

"Stop gawking," she demanded coldly before ordering Laura to strip and prepare for her penance.

Hesitantly Laura began to do so. Slowly, and feeling a red flush creep across her cheeks Laura took off her veil, wimple, scapular and habit, placing them in a pile in the corner of the room. The process was made all the more humiliating by the fact that Sister Margaret made no attempt to look away, staring at her sternly as she disrobed. Finally, she stood in front of the nun in only her panties and waited nervously for further orders, which were quick to come.

"You have not stripped fully," Sister Margaret said critically, her lips pressed together in a tight line. Laura cringed and almost thought about protesting when Sister Margaret gave her a look, normally reserved for novices found talking during mass or slacking off on gardening duty. Quickly Laura took off her panties and placed them with the rest of her clothes. She shivered, the room was not exactly cold but neither was it warm, and she was now as naked as Eve before her corruption in the garden of Eden.

The sister nodded approvingly, leaning forward and guiding Laura, almost gently towards the centre of the room. Once there Sister Margaret bent down and began to fit something around her left foot.

"These restraints, Novice Laura," she explained, "are to ensure that you do not leave until your penance is complete." Once one foot was secured by what looked like a length of chain to the floor Sister Margaret started on the other. Laura had to stretch to reach the restraint, once bound by it she was barely able to move the lower half of her body.

Next Sister Margaret commenced methodically restricting her upper half, pulling on a lever to bring down shackles from the ceiling and attaching them to a wrist in turn before pulling them taut. All the while Laura said not a word, her mind buzzing with conflicting emotions. Margaret had restraining her, naked, in a dungeon to help her perform her penance! What was going to happen next? Laura was torn between lust and fear.

Finally, when Laura was completely unable to move Sister Margaret stepped in front of her. Laura naked, chained and helpless, gazed at the nun worshipfully, soaking in the sight of her. She looked both severe and beautiful, the perfectly formed features of her face contrasting with the austerity of her habit and veil. Laura trembled to think of what would happen to her next now that she was at the stern and uncompromising sisters' mercy.

Then Sister Margaret spoke. "From your confession it is clear that you are a sinful, lustful, unrepentant temptress, whose confession was made not out of a desire to repent but to corrupt others through flaunting your sins in front of them".

Laura opened her mouth to protest but then a bolt of shame struck her, and instead she lowered her gaze from Sister Margaret's gorgeous face, stricken. Was she truly so shameless? Had she really fallen so low? Surely so if the sister said so, Laura had never known her to err in matters of faith.

"I am glad to see that you are beginning to understand the true weight of your sins novice," Sister Margaret noted approvingly. "However, reflection, while a beginning is not enough for true repentance. Mortification of the flesh will help you to atone for you sins and is why you are here today."

Laura looked up and saw that Sister Margaret had selected a riding crop from the instruments on the wall and was giving it a speculative swing in the air. She gulped at the sight.

"After over every blow, you will first say the number of the blow and then 'Thank you Sister Margaret'. Do you understand?" Sister Margaret had moved forward and had now gripped her by the chin, making Laura look her directly in the eyes as she spoke.

Laura nodded in agreement and licked her lips. Her mouth was suddenly dry and her heart was racing.

"Very good."

Sister Margaret was behind her now and Laura tensed, waiting for the blow to come. After what felt like far too long a pause (was Sister Margaret checking her out? Surely not, Laura banished the thought from her mind) it came, a small bang echoed around the chamber and a sharp stinging sensation appeared on her left buttock.

"One, thank you Sister Margaret" Laura gasped, more out of surprise than pain.

Then another pause before-- "Two, thank you Sister Margaret". That one was on her right butt cheek.

The next dozen blows proceeded apace. While the first few blows had not hurt particularly badly her buttocks now burnt with pain. Sister Margaret was skilled at landing her blows right on top of each other, by blow sixteen Laura was gasping out the count as each new blow landed agonisingly on already tender flesh. At blow thirty however she stopped, and Laura felt Sister Margaret's cool hands squeeze her tenderised bottom gently. Laura let out a little moan of appreciation, the nuns' cold digits felt divine on what she was sure was her now bright red posterior.

Suddenly Laura could hear Sister Margaret's voice whispering into her ear. "Well done little novice, however I have only just begun."

The Sisters steps echoed around the cell as she circled Laura, before she stopped and picked up something small and metallic from one of the cells walls, slipped it into her habit before returning to Laura.

"Did you know that a woman's breasts are one of the most sensitive parts of her?" she asked placing both her hands around Laura's and kneading gently, her thumbs circling around Laura's now erect nipple, almost playfully.

"I did not Sister," Laura responded breathlessly, gazing deep into Sister Margaret's blue grey eyes as sensation coursed through every crevice of her body. Laura had never felt so alive, but at the same time so vulnerable as this, stretched out in front of Sister Margaret like a slab of meat.

Sister Margaret reached down into her habit and picked out one of the metallic object before gently, ever so gently, fastening it around her nipple.

"Ah," Laura gasped as sharp jolt of pain shot through her as the nipple clamp, (as that is what it was) tightened.

Sister Margaret smiled at her (Sister Margaret had smiled at her!) before fetching out the other clamp and tightening it in turn. This time Laura managed to contain herself, only clenching her teeth at the pain before putting on a brave smile in return for Sister Margaret.

"Good girl," the nun responded, "I am glad to see you accepting your punishment with grace."

Laura glowed. Maybe Sister Margaret didn't hate her after all? After all was compassion for sinners not one of the duties of a nun, and if Sister Margaret was anything she was a model nun.

"Now I will how many blows it takes me to knock these clamps from your sinful body. Remember to keep up your counting or I will have to start over."

Sister Margaret's smile now had a slightly predatory cast. Laura revised her opinions on Sister Margaret's compassion accordingly.

As before Sister Margaret waited an uncomfortably long time before striking viciously at her left breast.

The pain of the first blow was so overwhelming that afterwards Laura could do nothing but breath, pausing for several seconds before exhaling desperately "Thirty-one, thank you Sister Margaret." All the while the Sister merely looked on, almost clinically at the results of her work, waiting until she was ready for another blow.

"Thirty-two, thank you Sister Margaret"

"Thirty-four, thank you Sister Margaret"

"Thirty-eight, thank you Sister Margaret"

None of the blows had dislodged the clamps and the agony was now almost unbearable, after every blow Laura was forced to let out a little scream of pain before calling out the count. Finally, the inevitable occurred. After giving one of Laura's poor breasts a particularly vicious swat with the crop one of the nipple clamps fell with clang to the floor. The pain of the clamp being dislodged was so all encompassing, so unexpected that at first Laura could do nothing but gasp. Her gasp turned into a sob and before long tears were streaming down her face as Sister Margaret looked on.

It was all too much. The pain; the helplessness; the embarrassment of confessing her desires to Sister Margaret; Laura could no longer control herself. It was all so hard, Laura had tried her best to live a godly life like the other novices and her idol, but she was just too irredeemably wicked to do so. She should never have tried to become a nun, she should have known she would fail at this as well. Thinking such dark thoughts made Laura sob even harder.

Suddenly, through the haze of tears a billowing expanse of black and white appeared in front of her. Arms encircled her and Laura suddenly realised what was happening, Sister Margaret was hugging her! Laura could feel Margaret's breasts pushing softly against her own, one of her strong hands patting against Laura's back rhythmically. The nun was gently crooning a tune that Laura didn't recognise, of the type normally used to comfort small children. Laura couldn't bring herself to feel annoyed. Slowly, in Sister Margaret all-encompassing embrace, her tears faded.

Clearing her eyes Laura looked out and, saw Sister Margaret grey blue ones staring back at her, centimetres away. The sister looked composed but slightly dishevelled from the work she had put into punishing Laura, a small strand of brunette hair escaping her wimple and running across her forehead. A gentle smile graced her mouth.

Laura felt so thankful and full of love she felt she might burst. So, outrageously, she leant forward as far as possible in her restraints and kissed Sister Margaret on the lips.

Sister Margaret's eyes flew wide open in shock. Small pinpricks of red appeared on her cheeks. Laura had never seen the sister so flustered in her life and for a moment was terrified that this was the final straw; that from now on the sister would not simply punish her for her wickedness but refuse to have anything to do with her again.

But then Margaret's embrace tightened, she hungrily kissed Laura in return, and everything was all right in world. Everything was better than all right, bound, naked, aching from the beating she had received Laura could not have been happier.

As Sister Margaret's tongue explored every nook and cranny of Laura's mouth Laura wriggled happily in her bonds. Not to escape Sister Margaret's embrace, there was no chance of that secured as tightly as she was; but simply to do something with the tidal wave of lust coursing through her body.

Finally, after several minutes of frantic kissing Sister Margaret disengaged, panting slightly. Laura let out a little whine of protest, she wanted to kiss her again!

"You are a naughty little temptress aren't you!" the sister admonished, smiling. "But before we do anything else I need to take this nipple clamp off you."

Laura looked down in surprise. In all the confusion she had barely felt that she still had a clamp on her right nipple.

"Now will you be a good girl for me while I take this off?" said Sister Margaret, chucking Laura's chin as she talked to her.

Laura nodded seriously in response. She would do anything to please Sister Margaret, anything!

So still staring deep into Laura's eyes Sister Margaret reached down plucked the clamp of Laura's rigid and erect nipple. Laura let out a hiss at the jolt of pain that accompanied this but no more. The sister smiled proudly at Laura's self-control and Laura beamed in return.

Then Sister Margaret began to strip. Off came her habit, leggings and panties which were chucked in a pile until only her wimple and veil remained.

Gazing at her body in awe Laura couldn't help but think of a marble sculpture she had once seen of the pagan queen Boadicea. Like that nude sculpture Sister Margaret's body was lithe and tough, but also sensual. Little fat remained due to the gruelling monastic regime Sister Margaret had subjected herself to, however she was also clearly in good health. Her armpits and pussy were shaved bare, a concession to decadence and sin that Laura had not expected, but then Laura was discovering hidden depths to Sister Margaret that she had only ever dreamed of (but what wonderful dreams they had been!).

Elegantly, menacingly, Sister Margaret slinked back towards Laura and twined her arms around Laura's helplessly outstretched body.

"Now Laura."

"Yes Sister?" she responded, a trifle insolently for someone in her position. Sister Margaret responded by moving one of her hands until its thumb was resting provocatively next to Laura's lip, causing Laura to almost vibrate with arousal.

"Has anyone else ever touched you... here?" she asked, lowering her hands until they grasped both her breasts firmly.

"You have Sister," Laura responded, to her astonishment eliciting a small laugh and saucy grin from Sister Margaret. Only in her dreams could she have imagined the devout, austere, nun giving her a look like that.

"What about... here?" the nun asked next, ever so slowly walking her hand down Laura's helplessly restrained body before jumping down to Laura's hairless pussy and clasping it with a hand. Laura let out a squeal of shock, squirming against her restraints in response to having her most private part touched by her idol.

"Nnnever Sister Margaret!" she exclaimed after a pause. Sister Margaret's delicate but strong hand was now gently exploring her pussy's folds, and (understandably Laura thought) she was having trouble concentrating on giving an answer.

"Hmmm. Today that will change," was the response she received.

"And what about here?" Laura was asked, the sister giving her asshole a playful poke with a finger. This elicited another squeal from Laura, especially when that finger began to slowly inch inside her.

"What can you even do there?!?" she innocently replied. Laura had never before imagined that her anus might be used for pleasure.

Sister Margaret shot Laura a slightly superior look. "It appears our nunneries dirty little temptress is woefully uneducated in any number of matters. It's time for me to assist by filling in some of the holes in your knowledge".

The sister, still draped sinuously around Laura's restrained form tapped her fingers gently against Laura's closed mouth.

"Open."

Laura did so and a new command was promptly issued.

"Suck."

Laura began to do so, tentatively at first but with growing enthusiasm enclosing her lips around each digit and licking it thoroughly before moving on to the next. Sister Margaret's superior smile grew steadily wider as Laura diligently worked each digit over, which only spurred Laura on to greater effort.

When Laura had finished her task Sister Margaret extracted her hand and, looking Laura dead in the eye; placed it over her pussy. Laura gulped.

"You looked less nervous when I was beating you," she said, amused at Laura's trepidation. "That was different, I knew what to expect," Laura responded, "this is new."

She could a lubricated finger easily slip into her already wet pussy, as Sister Margaret explored her body. Then another arrived, and then another, slowly moving in, then out, then in again. Laura let out a whine, she wanted Sister Margaret to move faster, damn it! She tried to thrust her body down onto the taunting finger but, still tightly restrained in a spread eagle, was unable to do so.

"Patience little one, patience," was the wry answer she received, along with a gentle head pat.

The fingers inside her were moving faster now and Laura could feel a wonderful sense of warmth and heaviness begin to envelope her naked body, starting in her pussy but spreading outwards until it reached both the tips of her toes and the tops of her head. Sister Margaret's divine fingers were slowly conjuring something up from inside her, something wild and desperate that Laura desperately wanted to meet.

"Now Laura," Sister Margaret said, making her fingers stop moving, still deep inside Laura. Laura clenched her teeth and glared at Sister Margaret, all fear gone. She wanted that wonderful feeling the sister was coaxing out of her to come back. Immediately!

Instantly Sister Margaret's demeanour changed, reverting back to the intimidating unapproachable nun from earlier. Laura flinched at the site, regretting her behaviour at once.

"Only good girls get to cum Laura," Sister Margaret admonished tensing the hand that was still inside Laura's pussy to emphasise her point. "And good girls ask for permission before they come. Now do you have anything you would like to tell me Laura?" The hand inside her pussy was now moving, but slowly, more the suggestion of what might come if she behaved than actual movement.

Laura didn't hesitate for a moment, her eyes as wide as saucers, begging Sister Margaret to continue.

"Please Sister," she begged, desperate for those fingers to continue working their magic, "please let me come."

"Oh. Would you like me to do something like this?" was the response she received, the fingers inside Laura slowly speeding up, sending little sparks of pleasure coursing throughout her body as they roamed around her now sopping pussy.

"Oooh... yes... please... yes..." Laura whimpered with each breath. Her whole body quivered at each stroke of the nuns' skilful fingers.

"Are you a dirty, sinful little novice, desperately in need of correction and guidance?"

"Yes... Oh yes, Sister Margaret."

"From now on will you come only after receiving permission from me?"

"Ohh... yes."

"Will you demonstrate obedience in word and deed, doing your utmost to complete the penance I assign you to the best of your ability?"

"... yes." This last response came as a rattling gasp, it taking all of Laura's concentration to avoid coming without permission.

"Then come. Now," Sister Margaret demanded, her voice commanding, but gentle.

Laura tensed in her bonds and stopped breathing. Then, shaking, she let out a great wail of joy. Her body spasmed, her ass clenched and hot liquid surged out of her pussy and fell in great drops on both Sister Margaret's arm and the hard limestone floor. The wave of pleasure she felt was like nothing she had ever before experienced. This was not at all like the hurried fumbling she had engaged in under the covers in the dorms, this was, this was, this was...

Sister Margaret stayed by her side, withdrawing her hand from Laura's pussy to gently pat Laura on the back as she cried out, overwhelmed by pleasure. Slowly however the spasms subsided and Laura was left exhausted and shivering, still bound spread eagled in the dungeon, staring at Sister Margaret with wide eyes.

Finally, as Laura hung limply in her bonds a wicked grin spread across Sister Margaret's saintly face. Laura's heart beat faster at the sight of it. What would happen now?

"I'm going to enjoy correcting you in our upcoming sessions Laura."

"More sessions?" Laura had thought that this extraordinary penance would be a one off. A shiver went down her spine, part fear, but also part longing.

"Oh yes my dear, I'll be keeping my eye on you. Reforming you will likely be a multi month, if not yearlong project. I'm afraid you penance has only just begun." At this Sister Margaret let go of Laura and picked up her riding crop, a faint smile playing across her lips.

Laura gulped. Sister Margaret's penances had proved to be most unusual. But then who was she to question a saintly nun like Sister Margaret? In the months to come she resolved to do her utmost to make the good Sister proud!