Un-Convent-ional Punishment

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sister Mary

Poised in the door, realising the girl was still there she looked from one to the other. So.. this girl was to be the one to carry out this... painful deed...so be it..in some ways this was easier to bear. Carrying the equipment over to .. Catherine.. he had called her. As she moved back a pace Sister Mary could see Catherine's compassion, but as both girls flashed a quick glance to the priest, they both knew they were equally ruled by his word.

Sister Mary stood passively, her hands clasped to stop them trembling and bowed her head. She did not want to see any further pity for fear she would break her determination to bare this bravely. She was determined such a trifle as losing her locks would not make her cry. As the first snip of the sharp shears sounded, Sister Mary bit her lip. Biting back the gasp as the hair fell lightly to the floor. She closed her eyes, unable to form prayers, but the mantra of "oh god.. help me.. let me bare this.." ran over and over her silent but moving lips.

Mercifully the shears worked quickly and soon her head was shortened close to her scap. Feeling denuded, even more so that her acutual nudity, of which she had all but become unaware as the snip snip of the shears cut into her heart. Resolutely pushing out thoughts of her dear late father, admiring her hair, stroking it, she felt the oil rubbed soothingly, warmly into her scalp immediately followed by the harsh butchering of the razor. Catherine's rapid and careful work quickly rendering her smooth headed.

Slowly Sister Mary raised her head locking eyes with Catherine. Neither smiled, they merely exchanged a look. There was an ... understanding somehow. The trauma they had just shared. Catherine had been swift and gentle in her task. Sister Mary breathed out, realising the tension that had been in her body. Her eyes full of unshed tears, yet able to stand her burden. She closed her eyes, finally praying offering her divine thanks that she had survived that part of her punishment.

Catherine's childish voice broke through her silent thanksgiving, asking with an eagerness to please,

"Is this as you want it, Father?"

 

[BadForm]

Father Jeremiah Forthingale

Father Forthingale stepped forward slowly to where the two women stood in anticipation. In her naked humiliation, Sister Mary was, perhaps even more beautiful than she had been as a proud free woman. He took his hands and ran the fingers tenderly across her now denuded scalp. Catherine had done a phenomenal job, truly removing every hair from the nun's scalp without cutting her at all.

"Very good," he said stepping back. "You are adept with the shears and the knife, my child. This is a good start to your training, however, the work I put you to is incomplete. You must learn to complete a task before seeking approval."

He let his eyes run over the nun's body, drinking in her form and grateful to the long flowing robe for hiding his erection.

"The punishment was that she should be shorn of all hair, Catherine. ALL hair. That under her arms, that upon her brow, and that between her legs. Look close, child and you will find many areas that still bear the hair I instructed be removed. Finish now, and then I will advise you as to whether you were satisfactory."

He stood then in silence and watched.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Catherine.

Catherine stood motionless for a moment, eyes as wide as saucers. She thought for a moment of the extreme humiliation this poor Sister Mary would endure, but then, the priest in his infinite wisdom knew best and Catherine would follow his word.

Casting a long, studied look over the Sister's lithe body, Catherine saw indeed that the woman had tiny fine golden hairs on her arms and legs, the soft down beneath her arms and the patch of more crisp curls between her legs.

Washing the razor once more in the water and slicking her hands with the oil, Catherine set about with a fierce determination to do as the priest instructed. She was careful in her movements, trying not to frighten the woman, and to do an admirable job of carrying out Father Forthingale's orders.

The razor's cool edge touched Sister mary's skin and Catherine saw the nun's nervousness and fear. Catherine made long strokes over the woman's elegantly long limbs, her arms were now completely smooth, and beneath the arms, the hair had been removed. Catherine asked the woman to part her legs, and she complied. Catherine set about shaving the soft little hairs from the woman's legs and thighs, kneeling in front of her to finish the job.

But the last of it could not be ignored. Catherine pulled a wooden stool closer to Sister Mary, and without saying a word, gently guided the nun to place her foot up on the stool, opening up her thighs to Catherine.

Catherine had never before seen a woman's vagina, and had spent minimal time examining her own. The private thatch of curling hair was both enticing and frightening at once. Focused, Catherine made a small sweep of the razor to sheer away a bit of hair at the side, and then carefully razored away the shadowy hair at the thin crease that shaded the woman's slit. The skin was smooth, soft and maliable. Catherine found herself curious about what lay between those little lips, and she found good reason to place her fingers at their sides and open the tight little lips there, exposing inner folds of pale pink and a little curious bud there, small, but noticable, like an angry little string bean. Catherine had felt something like this in her own vagina in the times she had touched herself there. She remembered that when she touched her own, it gave her pleasure. She thought now that perhaps touching this little pink bud might soothe Sister Mary.

Catherine's slender fingers gently rubbed the little bud, while her other hand worked at removing what was left of the hair at Sister mary's pubis, the scant hairs that lay inside the slit of her.

Strangely, Catherine felt flushed with heat, and decided it must be her own nervousness. She hoped her attentions had helped to soothe the nun, though from the look on Sister Mary's face, she was not sure it had.

Removing her hands and cleaning away the oil with a soft cloth from Sister mary's now completely smooth skin, Catherine stood and once again,

"This time is it right, Father?"

 

[Clare Caxton]

Brilliant !

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sister Mary

Sister Mary looked from Catherine to the father. She had scarce been given time to draw breath. Her.. punishment... had been swift and though humiliating... so humiliiating.. it was now over and her greatest wish was merely to be left alone.

She looked at Catherine. The girl was eager to please. Too eager. She had not missed her eyes over her body, her touches. They had made her feel uncomfortable, and in many ways, even more violated than the Good Father's eyes watching every stroke of that razor.

She stood, moving away from Catherine, instinctively distancing herself from the young girl. She stood looking up at the Father. Not wanting praise, but somehow seeking his .. reassurance..for what she did not know... but.. she had submitted to his orders, surely he would acknowledge that at least...

 

[BadForm]

Father Jeremiah Forthingale

Father Forthingale looked down at the sheet of offences Sister Mary had supposedly committed, knowing that tonight was going to be fun. She must be hoping that all her punishment was done with after the depilidation, but she was far from correct. By the end of the night, both she and Catherine would be much more experienced women than he ever hoped.

Catherine, now there was a young woman who was both a joy and a worry. He had not realised just how truly depraved the girl was until just now. But the speed and efficiency with which she had removed Sister Mary's hair, not even allowing the nun time to adjust, had shown him her true nature. Was she staring at his loins? Yes, she was, he was sure of it. Well, Catherine, you will savor what lies here, but first you too must learn obedience. And obedience means that you will surrender your pride and arrogance. He considered this silently, dwelling on when he would make his move on the young woman, when he would destroy the pride she had in herself to make her his slave. Let her believe, for now, that she was truly to be a helper. That would make her fall all the more devastating.

His eyes dwelt on Sister Mary as he walked over to the sitting nun. Her eyes, downcast, showed the depth of feeling she had about her ordeal, but she neither acted nor spoke. Had Catherine's depraved eagerness driven the nun beyond resistance. It was where he wanted her, eventually, but what good was the kill without the chase? He knelt before the mute nun and ran his hands over her arms and legs. He traced them upwards, between her thighs until he caressed the very outside of her mons.

"Tell me, Sister," he said, his voice radiating innocent concern. "Do you feel nought inside at what is done to you? Do you not feel the punishment you face? Speak to me, sister, and tell me what you feel."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sister Mary

The Father stood in silence. No doubt pleased by Catherine's ministrations. She had indeed been quick and efficient, but had he not seen the pleasure she took in the task? The eagerness with which she had whipped the razor over her skin and run her hands over her body.. touching... probing even. She closed her eyes shuddering inwardly.

She felt the Father's presence at her side and looked up into his eyes as he came to kneel before her. Her eyes were clear, expressionless. he ran his hands lightly over her arms, doubtless checking the efficiency of Catherine's handiwork. She maintained her gaze into his eyes, almost numb, hardly feeling as his hands moved downwards to her legs.

He noted with satisfaction the spark of recognition as his hands started their journey up her legs, towards her thighs. Sister Mary looked at him questionningly, but his expression remained impersonal. She drew in a deep breath as the Good Father felt and then caressed her intimately.
His voice when he spoke was concerned and once again paternal.
"Tell me, Sister, do you feel nought inside at what is done to you? Do you not feel the punishment you face? Speak to me, sister, and tell me what you feel."

Emotions bubbled up inside her. Unable to hold back her natural response she spoke softly, but emotionally, her voice raising slightly in volume as she became more impassioned.

"Feel nought?! How can you think Father for one minute that I am without feelings? I have felt every... vile stroke of that razor.... suffered to be .. examined... touched.. poked.... and by one who...."
She broke off lost for words as she glared accusingly over at Catherine who was watching with open fascination.
Calming herself Sister Mary continued quietly,
" I am thankful to you Father that you teach me.. humility and obedience and to lose my pride, but.... " she paused, weighing her words carefully and conveniently forgetting that she had initially been pleased that Catherine had been asked to carry out her punishment. She had then considered that an easier burden than having the Father's hands on her, having to move intimately to remove all her hairs.

Sister Mary opened her mouth to speak, her voice trailing off before the first word was formed. The Good Father's hands were moving once more over her body. His touch light and intimate. "Oh God," she thought, how she wished she could bite back the words she had just uttered....

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Catherine.

Her eyes narrowed and Catherine took the nun's words to heart, and then boldly, she spoke,

"But what?"

The nun could not be angry with her for simply carrying out the orders of Father Forthingale, and Catherine would not be the one she pointed a finger to. She asked the simple question, finding no sin in it.

"But what, Sister?"

 

[BadForm]

Father Jeremiah Forthingale

Father Forthingale strode towards Catherine with anger curling his lips. She was indeed too bold and she must learn her place was at his command, not as his equal. To dare to address a nun like that was inconceivable.

"Catherine," he snapped. "I would hold your tongue before you find yourself learning the same lesson in humility that Sister Mary now faces. If I hear you address her, or any other nun at this convent, in any such way in future, you will regret it deeply. Anger is not your right, not especially directed to one of the nuns whose care you are in, and not when she simply responds to my own question."

He glared at the shocked girl a while before turning back to the nun. She hadn't expected Catherine's outburst he could tell, and was fighting the urge to lash out against her. That, he knew, would have been the old, proud, rich Marianne. He admired her for even making the fight. He placed a steadying hand on her shoulder and spoke softly.

"I can see in your eyes the words your mouth only touches upon. I can see that you feel your own disgrace in the disgrace of the shears. This is good, Sister Mary, it shows you are learning..."

He stood a in silence looking at her, but also listening to Catherine. He wanted to see how both women would react to their lectures.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Catherine.

Hearing the anger in the priest's voice, Catherine simply bowed her head in humble apology.

"I apologize Father, and Sister."

Catherine stood deathly still and quiet, for a moment not even breathing. She awaited father Forthingale's orders.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sister Mary

“But what, sister? … But what?”
Sister Mary could not believe that the girl was challenging her, questioning her and before Father Forthingale. How dare she cross examine her! Her eyes sparked with anger, holding her tongue with difficulty.

Father Forthingale’s harsh words to Catherine, made Sister Mary jump. His anger made clear, not only through i his words but in the way he snapped at the young girl. Sister Mary, although not vindictive by nature, could not help feeling that it was about time the young woman was put in her place.

The Good Father continued to threaten Catherine with the same punishment and told her to learn her place. Sister Mary’s eyes widened as she learned that this impertinent girl was not a postulant, but in fact in the care of the nuns.

“ Anger is not your right, not especially directed to one of the nuns whose care you are in, and not when she simply responds to my own question."
She listened to his now quiet and slowly spoken words, all the more intimidating for their measured character. She allowed herself a slight sigh of relief. The Father had not found her honest, but impassioned reply sinful! She hoped that if she were honest with him, implored his aid, he would make her worthy of attaining the highest standards of purity required for becoming a nun.

His hand on her shoulder calmed and reassured her as he turned away from Catherine to speak to her.

"I can see in your eyes the words your mouth only touches upon. I can see that you feel your own disgrace in the disgrace of the shears.”

Her head bowed, overcome with shame at the truth of his words.

“This is good, Sister Mary, it shows you are learning..."

Her eyes rose meeting his. He could see her hope. A hope that she would succeed in her ambition for purity. He could see also that she wanted to win his approval. He watched her silently, she wanting to draw strength from his calm gaze.


“I apologize Father, and sister.”

Sister Mary turned at Catherine’s words. The young girl now stood, head cast down. Sister Mary was glad that she had never provoked such anger from Father Forthingale. Once again, she felt almost sorry for the girl, but could not help wondering, uncharitably, just how genuine the apology was.
Perhaps Catherine was truly sorry that she had displeased the Good Father, but did Catherine really care what she, Sister Mary, had gone through at her hands?

Realising she was letting the young girl distract her once again, she turned her eyes once more to the Father and spoke quietly;

“You are very understanding, Father. I will try to learn. I want so much to serve God with grace and humility."

 

[BadForm]

Father Jeremiah Forthingale

The priest picked up the sheet of parchment from his desk, and allowed his eyes to rest on it. The next charge the nun would face was the first truly dangeous things she had been accused of. A moment's pride was a sin to be readily overcome. But if that resulted in walking naked for a week, what would she think the result of the next would be?

"You say that you wish to serve God, my child," said the father, not looking at her. "Yet from the information passed to me by the sisters, it appears you serve another master instead."

He paused a moment, sparing a glance at Catherine, wondering how the sexually precocious teenager was going to respond to what came next.

"I have been advised that on Tuesday last, you were observed, within this very convent, giving yourself forbidden pleasure. Why was that, sister?"

She would be embarrassed. She may even be enraged. But what could she do? Firstly, it was likely true that she had pleasured herself. Few who came in as sexually interested young women were ever fully successful in quashing that drive, and would pleasure themselves at times. Frequently they would even pleasure each other in private. He knew it, but they did not know he knew. When he called one of the sisters on the fact, most of them believed they had been spotted. And if she had not done so, or if she denied her action for any reason, then she just played into the accusation of dishonesty.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sister Mary

She watched as Father Forthingale returned to his desk. He gazed at a parchment before him before turning back to Sister Mary.

"You say that you wish to serve God, my child," said the father, not looking at her. "Yet from the information passed to me by the sisters, it appears you serve another master instead."

Sister Mary looked up at him, bewildered, not able to imagine what she could have done. Serve another master? No.. what...?

In her confusion she had totally forgotten about Catherine and missed the look The Father gave her.

"I have been advised that on Tuesday last, you were observed, within this very convent, giving yourself forbidden pleasure. Why was that, sister?"

"F.. Forbidden..pleasure Father? " She eyed him, genuinely confused now.
"Wh.. What ..pleasure do you mean?"

She stared up at him at a loss as to the meaning of his words.

 

[BadForm]

Father Jeremiah Forthingale

The priest just stared at her. Had the senior nuns not taught her of the sin of masturbation? That seemed hardly possible, yet there was nothing in her eyes which showed she was trying to cover up. Could it be that she was truly so naive? His eyes flicked momentarily to Catherine who, he believed, could teach this innocent a thing or two about self-pleasure. Perhaps later.

"Sister, perhaps my words confuse you. Surely you know the sin to which I refer?"

With no response he continued. "I refer to the experience of carnal pleasures. That which, in the outside world, you would experience with a husband, in here it seems you are intent on experiencing by yourself. I refer, child, to touching yourself in a sexual manner forbidden by the good Lord."

He stopped as the words washed over her. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sister Mary

Her eyes unflinching, she looked up at Father Forthingale, trying to understand what he was talking about.

"Sister, perhaps my words confuse you. Surely you know the sin to which I refer?"

She did not want to be defiant, but she did not know what to say!

He continued,
"I refer to the experience of carnal pleasures. That which, in the outside world, you would experience with a husband, in here it seems you are intent on experiencing by yourself. I refer, child, to touching yourself in a sexual manner forbidden by the good Lord."

Carnal pleasures...touching... and... was she supposed to have done that. She had been humilated by Catherine's intimate touches and even the impersonal touches of the Father had made her feel.. uncomfortable.
Touching in a sexual manner. She knew men wanted to touch and force a girl to do things sometimes, but she had been fortunate with her beaus and it had been insisted upon that she be chaperoned at all times. She had enjoyed an ilicit kiss once or twice, but, nothing beyond that.

"Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

He waited, obviously for a confession of sinful practises. She blushed in confusion, rather than guilt.

"But.... Father.. I... I.... "
She flushed crimson.
"I have never been..touched... intimately... I... have never... I.. I wouldn't know how to.. touch myself.... I..."

She was sure he would not believe her.

"Please Father... why would I?"
She asked uncomprehendingly.

 

[BadForm]

Father Jeremiah Forthingale

The father looked at her with a disappointed expression. It was hard to pretend to be so unhappy with her when he was enjoying every squirm and protest, but he had had many years of practice. Catherine had not responded to his words yet. Perhaps she was too shocked, or too afraid of him folling his outburst. It was understandable. Well, now he would use her again.

"Sister Mary, your sin is recorded by more than one of the sisters here. You know that you have done so and to claim otherwise is a lie upon the Lord's ear." He paused, letting her dwell for a second on the fact that, no matter what the truth, he would of course believe more senior nuns: after all, why would they lie? "However, if you refuse to acknowledge even the reason for your actions, perhaps it would help you to hear them." Turning to Catherine, he smiled. "Sweet Catherine, I know for a fact that one of the obstacles to your taking orders is your pleasure in the sensual. Will you explain to Sister Mary why a woman would caress herself?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sister Mary

Sister Mary looked across the room, with a start, now remembering Catherine. Her face burned with embarrassment, but she was also curious. Although this was a sin.. it was a sin she was.. unaware of.

She watched and listened wondering what it was exactly that she was supposed to have done. Had she unwittingly commited an act? The nuns had reported her.. it just didn't make sense!

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Catherine.

She remained kneeling, sitting simply on the floor with her bottom pressed against her ankles in what was known as a respectful, subservient stance. She kept her head down, though she raised her chin only every few minutes, to catch an easier breath through her nervousness.

Father Forthingale was accusing Sister Mary of touching herself. Catherine had done so many times and only found solace in it, never sin. She did not understand how something so pleasurable could be a sin, when it harmed no one and seemed more a gift from God. But the priest found it a heinous sin and for the moment this was all that mattered.

Catherine glanced at Sister mary, who looked terribly afraid and embarrassed. Catherine felt sorry for her, that she should have to endure such punishments, but catherine was also conflicted, for when she had touched the woman intimately, it had been simply to soothe her. In Catherine's ignorance of the outside world, she thought this would bring solace to the frightened woman, as it had brought to catherine, but she had known in the act of it, that it had disturbed the woman greatly...yet, she continued.

It had pleasured Catherine to have a private control of the other woman.

And now as Catherine knelt at the floor, she struggled with her own emotions. Whose side was she on? The nun? Or the priest? It seemed best to take the priest's side and in truth, she had no choice. And if she must take a side, then she made a private decision to enjoy the tiny bit of power it would give her.

 

[BadForm]

Father Jeremiah Forthingale

Father Forthingale watched the internal struggle young Catherine fought. She knew full well what self-pleasure was, more so than most he believed. Yet, from the glance of pain across her face she had never heard it referred to as a sin before. Still, her confusion might make her answer more interesting.

"Catherine, I asked you to assist me in drawing the confession from Sister Mary. If she will not herself admit the sin, and indeed denies knowledge of why she would commit it, then perchance hearing it from another might show her that denial is a greater sin. I ask you again, Catherine. Describe your touching, and the sensation you feel."

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Catherine.

Deciding that the truth would get her further, Catherine answered,

"It is a sensation of heat. Of liquid fire, I think. Sometimes when I am very alone, and have no other consolation, I touch the well here" Catherine lightly lifted her apron and skirt, and grazed a hand over the mons veneris there, then dropped her skirts again. "and pleasure fills me. I am taken to another place and time, through fantasy. My imagination becomes my lover. I often dream of what it would be like to be the woman that Sister mary was when she was a noble lady. To wear such dresses, to feel the gaze of men on your body. In my fantasies I am that woman. But in reality, I am here, in this convent, which is not terrible, but my small bit of private pleasure is all I have. In truth, I do not understand it as sin, Father."

 

[BadForm]

Father Jeremiah Forthingale

The priest smiled a soft smile. Confusion was good, to begin with. If a person were made to question all that they held firm, then they would be easier to lead to where you wished them to be.

"Indeed, my child. Yet the bible shows God instructing his creations to go forth and multiply. This is where the sin is in the granting of self-pleasure. For self-pleasure detracts from one's ability to perform God's will. You are correct in noting that the pleasure of sensuality is no sin, but rather a gift. However, it is a gift for appropriate usage only. And that is to share pleasure with a man to whom the Lord has entrusted you. A husband, for instance."

He did not add that a priest was also a man to whom God had entrusted her - that would come later. For now, it was enough that she had a new way of thinking of her pleasure.

He turned back to Sister Mary. "Sister, if a child such as Catherine, who has not yet taken the vows has the good honesty to confess and explain her sin, how can you still deny your own?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sister Mary

"F-father... " Sister Mary spoke haltingly.
"It is true that I have .... touched myself ... there..." She crimsoned, " ..but only is the act of bathing.... and... I've never felt the.. fire... heat that Catherine describes.."

She looked over at Catherine, smiling shyly.

"... but..." she begun... and broke off... " but... when Catherine was.... shaving me... and touched me.... it.... felt... different...... her.. touch scared me... I felt..... "

She continued to look over at the girl.. questioningly ... only now acknowledging the touch had distrubed her.

She turned back to Father Forthingale...

"... also Father... I.... " she spoke quietly... "... I do not wish to deceive you.... and you tell me I must confess all to you..."

She broke off in embarrassement... kneeling before the Father and bowing her head, her hands clasped together afraid of offending and angering the Father.

"...Father... " she murmured... almost inaudibly... "... when you were checking how well Catherine had ... shaved me.... and..."

She took a breath and continued;
"... and moved your hand up my legs and... higher... and.... stroked me... I.... I felt... heat... I.... did not recognise it before.. it confused me.. but.. made me feel...weak..and confused... and.... I did not know how to .... explain.. what to say...."

Head low on the floor, Sister Mary all but cowered, so ashamed was she...

"Please forgive me Father...." She begged breathlessly...

 

[BadForm]

Father Jeremiah Forthingale

Father Forthingale's eyes sparkled. She was confessing to lust, even if she did not know what it was. That meant she was a normal woman and would be available to him, but he would have to work at it first.

"Sister Mary," he said, "What you confess is natural, and, in the right hands, is a gift of the Lord our God. For it was his decision that this would be the way of pleasure which would bring forth the child. Yet we know that it is not only the production of the child which our Lord desires, for if this were so every time a woman lay with her husband she would become with child. She does not, Sister Mary. Thus we know the Lord desires us to find this pleasure in and of itself."

He cast his glance down at Catherine, who looked so subserviant now, so ready to obey any command. He just had to decide the best way to use these two ladies against each other.

"Sister Mary, I see the understanding of pleasure is one area of your education which the Abbess has decided not to teach you. This is sad, for it is an important one indeed. And therefore it falls on myself to undertake your tuition."

He wanted to see the two women together, unsure and unknowing in what they were doing. Yet her description of the touch she received from Catherine showed that she had little interest in other women. No matter, there may be a chance to remedy that.

"Catherine," he turned his gaze back on the other woman. "Catherine tell me, what, if any has been your experience with pleasure other than by yourself?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Sister Mary

Sister Mary held her breath during the moments of silence.


"Sister Mary," She raised her eyes to the Good Father.
"What you confess is natural, and, in the right hands, is a gift of the Lord our God. For it was his decision that this would be the way of pleasure which would bring forth the child. Yet we know that it is not only the production of the child which our Lord desires, for if this were so every time a woman lay with her husband she would become with child. She does not, Sister Mary. Thus we know the Lord desires us to find this pleasure in and of itself."

He was not angry with her, she must try to understand. She looked up wanting to learn what was right and what was wrong.

He continued;

"Sister Mary, I see the understanding of pleasure is one area of your education which the Abbess has decided not to teach you. This is sad, for it is an important one indeed. And therefore it falls on myself to undertake your tuition."

She murmured softly.
"Thank you Father.. "
Grateful that he would be willing to instruct her.
He hardly seem to hear her she noted as he turned to Catherine and continued to question her.

"Catherine tell me, what, if any has been your experience with pleasure other than by yourself?"

Sister Mary stood up and looking at Catherine with curiosity she wondered what the young girl would say...

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Catherine.

Raising an eyebrow, Catherine was ready to admit all to Father Forthingale. She was learning that honesty worked well with the man.

"I have kissed a man once, father. The stableman, Lareth kissed me and I knew pleasure then. He touched me, my breasts, and between my thighs. I knew pleasure from that. He had wanted to open my legs and put his manhood there, but I would not allow him this. It frightened me. I allowed him to put his fingers inside me though, and I confess I found pleasure in that. I would not allow him any more than that."

Catherine pauses and then remembers how honesty worked on the priest. She could not hold back from him.
"And father...I...I once kissed a woman. She was the baker's daughter named Francesca at the market. The Sisters sent me to collect spices from the baker and his daughter was manning the shop. I needed more than I could pay for, but Francesca told me that perhaps if I gave her a kiss, just a simple kiss, she said, I could have them anyway."

Catherine blushes,
"Francesca is very pretty and I thought it would not be such a bad thing to kiss her, and then I could have the spices we needed, which were a bit of an expense. But Francesca said we should not have the kiss in the shop, that she would get her brothers to man the shop while we went to the room upstairs. I agreed, Father. But one of the brothers, Ulren, had wanted to come up to the room with us, to make sure I didn't steal anything, he said. We went upstairs and I was ready to give her the kiss. I leaned in and kissed her lips, and she smiled, but then she said that that was not where she planned on recieving a kiss. I was confused and did not know what she meant, father. But she showed me then..."

Catherine lifts her skirts, to demonstrate what Francesca had done,

"...like this. She lifted up her skirt and put her fingers here, between her legs. She wanted the kiss there, between her legs. Ulren was watching us and I felt guilty then. I had promised to kiss her, but I thought she meant a kiss on the mouth. But I know Ulren was there to see I did not steal anything, and I suppose if I had backed out of my promise that would be like stealing, so I did not want to back out of my promise. I bent between her legs and I kissed her there. She told me I could do it better than that. In truth, father, it was pleasurable, and that heat was there again. I kissed her there a long moment and she seemed very pleased. But the door had opened to the bakery and the baker Jonson had come home from his tasks. Francesca wanted to quit, saying she needed to work now, and that I could take my spices and go home to the convent. When I backed away, I was ever so confused, father, for Ulren had his member in his hand and it was very swollen red. I wondered if he was in pain, if he was hurting somehow. The next day, I allowed the stableman to touch me, for I was curious to see his member, Father."

She hesitates and seems pained,
"Please forgive me, father, for I know I have been a bad girl."