Father and Mother Superior

chapter 3

My head snaps up, wondering if he'd gone. But his back is to me, and with one hand he still holds the belt. And the other is resting against the door. It slides down, and I can't move an inch, even to breathe.
"Father Cole? I'm sorry, if I said something wrong or if-" but he's turning around and his gaze is cast on the belt in his hand. One of his dark curls has fallen down and his other hand is grabbing his rosary so tightly his knuckles are white. His expression is almost pained.
He breathes out, and straightens, face unreadable again
"Quiet, Sister Mary. All can be forgiven, by our merciful Lord. You must confess these sins, however. Cast them from you, so that you might be cleansed. Tell me, little lamb. What are your transgressions?" He's standing directly in front of me now, and I'm staring down at his shoes.
He puts a finger under my chin, and lifts my face so he can see the shame written across it.
"I have sinned, yes. But they are many. And I struggle to find where to begin..."
"Well. Why don't we start small. Why don't you show me what you use this belt for."
My jaw drops slightly, and I'm struggling to think of anything to say, to save me from this nightmare. He holds the belt in front of me, folded perfectly. The leather kisses my fingertips as I grab my beloved tool. He releases my chin, and my eyes cast downward again. I close them, and let out a brittle breath. There's not enough air in this room. I take the belt and open my mouth saying, "Father please .. I am ashamed. Please don't make me show you.."
His lip curls, in an effect I've never seen on him before. And he looks... Almost hungry. "Only by admitting our wrongs might we be absolved of our treachery. Continue, child."
I let out a sigh, and lower my face. I move to stand, and realize how tightly I've been holding my legs together. I turn and kneel, touching my knees to the cold floor. I put the belt on the bed and bring my hands together. Aiming my face to the ceiling, I whisper a prayer to God. "May I be forgiven for what I am about to do. And all the feelings that follow.." I reach for the belt with my right hand and stand again. I dare not turn to face Father Cole, but his breathing is audible behind me. I bend at the waist, and lay flat against the bed. I am mortified, but I dare not disobey Father Cole. I push my legs together, and hold the belt folded in half, by the buckle and the end. I hold my breath, and I strike my ass softly through my dress. The effect is instantaneous, but with all of the control I can muster, I make no sound. "For my sins, I shall be punished." I raise my arm back, and right before I move to strike myself again, a hand is on mine.
"But this is holy, to cleanse ourselves of our impurities. There is no sin here, little lamb."
I stutter and begin, "No Father. It's what it creates in me... What comes after. I-" I can't finish my sentence. I need to get up, I feel foolish lying on my bed in front of him. I lift myself from the bed, holding myself up with my left arm. As my legs straighten, and I begin to rise further, I feel a hand flat against my back. I'm stuck bent at the waist, a perfect right angle. He frees the belt from my grip. I place my other hand under me.
"And what comes after, little lamb?" His voice is closer, and I can't remember the last time I blinked. I breathe shakily as another hand finds my waist. He rests it there unmoving.
"The unholy thoughts, Father.." and his hand tightens on my waist.
He leans into me, and I catch my breath audibly. I can feel him hard against my ass. His mouth is now inches away from my ear.
"What kind of unholy thoughts might that be?" His voice is a growl, predatory, almost too low even to hear. But I can feel it, breathy against hair that escaped and fallen around my face, and between my legs.
"Please don't make me say it..." I whimper and am ashamed. He pushes into me more, and then he's pulled away. And the silence is deafening. I can hear his rosary beads behind me. He sighs. His hand is clutching at my hip with such intensity that my toes curl.
"If you won't obey, I suppose I'll have to make you, won't I?" His hands are at my ankles, slowly pulling up the hem of my dress. I'm frozen in place, too afraid to move to look. I stare at the bed under me and send little prayers upwards, that God might look away.
He brushes my thigh as he pulls my dress higher. The cold touches my newly exposed skin, and I stifle a shiver. For the salvation of your soul, little lamb." He pushes my dress to rest over my waist. My ass now exposed to him entirely, I push my face into my arm, feeling the heat against it.
I can sense his eyes burning into the image of me bent over waiting to be forgiven, ashamed and guilty. Especially considering I know how aroused I am is all too visible through my white panties.
"My child, I absolve you."
And the sound of leather singing through the air stops as fire ignites across my ass, and I'm moaning into my bed.