The Rules Of The Convent

by Kara Bryn

  The hook on the free end of the chain was closed around another link and Sarah was left standing, tall and upright, the leather bounds straining at her wrists. She was filled with dread as the recollection of last night's dream returned to her.

  The nuns around the edge of the room were unable to tear their eyes away from the scene unfolding before them. Never before had they heard of such a crime, nor witnessed such a punishment. If they were not women of the cloth then perhaps they would feel some arousal from the erotic scene being played out: the young, naked woman almost suspended from the ceiling and the harsh Reverend Mother circling her menacingly.

  Jessica looked on nervously from the side of the room: she hated what was being done to Sarah. This was more punishment than the crime had warranted and she felt driven to intercede. Only long-standing fear of the Reverend Mother held her back.

  "And you," the Reverend Mother said to Theresa, her voice filled with bitterness, "Was temptation so difficult to resist?" She indicated Sarah's lithe, naked body with a nod of her head and Theresa looked her friend up and down. Oh, how she wished she could save her from this situation, but, oh how beautiful she looked and, oh how impossible she was to resist.

  "Yes," Theresa answered defiantly, "And maybe one day you'll understand what love really is."

  The gasps from around the room were genuine this time, as was the anger from the Reverend Mother. She grasped Theresa's nightdress with both hands and pulled outwards with all of her strength. Buttons bounced across the floor and there was the sound of tearing fabric. She pulled hard again, and the nightdress tore six inches down the front. She gripped the fabric further down and tore at it again, ripping sideways and downwards. The shredded fabric was pulled down Theresa's arms and it bunched around her wrists, the rest of it falling in folds around her, her breasts exposed for all to see.

  So be it, she thought, they saw worse than this from me not three days ago. But the nuns around the room were transfixed, staring in shock at the Reverend Mother's violence, and some in lust at Theresa's ample breasts or the small, delicate form of Sarah, suspended before them, if only they could be allowed to reach across the room and touch her body.

  "Now," the Reverend Mother said, "Show us what lust really is." She pushed Theresa forwards, holding onto her wrist cuffs as she did so. She fell to her knees in front of Sarah and looked up at the beautiful girl. Their eyes met, their bond strengthened by the pain of shared humiliation.

  "Show us the sin of gluttony," the Reverend Mother barked, and she pushed Theresa's head against Sarah's crotch. "Show us that last night was not enough to sate your appetite!" There were another series of gasps from around the room.

  "No!" Theresa said, turning her head, "You can't make me." The gasps came again, even louder.

  "How dare you!" the Reverend Mother screamed. She strode over to Sister Francis and took something from her hands. Sarah's knees nearly gave way when she saw what it was: a thin leather whip. She drew it back and lashed it against the floor with a loud crack. The surrounding nuns jumped as the sound echoed off the stone.

  The Reverend Mother waved the whip and, with a gentle slap, landed it on Theresa's back. Theresa smiled to herself: she dare not strike me hard, she thought, not hard enough to leave a mark. She was wrong.

  "You won't do it," she said, and the Reverend Mother caught the smile on her lips. It fuelled her anger.

  She drew the whip back and, harder this time, she struck it across the top of Theresa's buttocks. Everyone around the room jumped again, including Sarah. Theresa felt the sting and, although she knew it could do a lot worse, she also knew a welt would rise and the mild pain would take some time to subside.

  "You don't know what I'll do," the Reverend Mother said.

  "Just do what she wants," Sarah pleaded to Theresa, "You know she'll get her way."

  Theresa shook her head. "I won't." She felt another strike across her back.

  "You can whip me as much as you like," she said to the Reverend Mother, "but I'll never give you what you want."

  The Reverend Mother's eyes blazed and she drew her arm back. Theresa closed her eyes to brace herself against the full force of the blow, but then she heard a cry from across the room.

  "No!" shouted Jessica, stepping forwards. Theresa opened her eyes and looked across at Sister Jessica and shook her head. She wanted to tell Jessica to stop: she'd only bring punishment upon herself and it would do nothing to help them, although she felt intense gratitude at the attempt.

  "You can't do this," Jessica told the Reverend Mother.

  "How dare you tell me what I can't do," was the reply. "Sister Francis: restrain her. We'll deal with Jessica later." Sister Francis and another followed the order, holding Jessica by the arms.

  Theresa took a deep breath and readied herself for the blow, but it never came.

  "Perhaps you're right," the Reverend Mother said thoughtfully, "Perhaps I'm going about this the wrong way."

  She circled the pair in the centre of the room, Sarah still held with her arms high above her and Theresa, kneeling with her arms tied behind her back and her tattered nightdress pooled around her on the floor.

  The Reverend Mother flicked the whip with easy movements and then, without warning, Sarah felt the line of it strike across her lower back. She yelped at the sudden pain. It was mild, and certainly not as much as Theresa had felt and, if truth were told, it held a certain pleasure at this level, but she didn't care to feel its full force.

  "Perhaps you don't care for your own body," the Reverend Mother said, "So, let's see how far your envy will take you?" The whip struck again, a little harder, and the Reverend Mother admired the faint red mark across Sarah's buttocks.

  "Stop!" Theresa said, as the Reverend Mother raised her hand again. "Forgive me," she said to Sarah as she looked up into her eyes.

  "There's nothing to forgive," was Sarah's reply.

  Theresa raised herself on her knees and planted a small, delicate kiss on Sarah's smooth, flat stomach. And then another. Sarah's body reacted to each touch with by recoiling a little, and then she began to anticipate the kisses before they came, anticipation heightening her senses and each one sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

  Sarah yelped as the whip struck across her buttocks again, yet the pain somehow only heightened her growing arousal.

  "Not good enough," was the Reverend Mother's command.

  Theresa's mouth moved lower, each kiss lasting longer, getting ever deeper between Sarah's legs until the young woman's body crumpled in on itself as Theresa's tongue touched the part of her that no-one else had ever touched before. Her eyes closed and she gasped for breath, the recollections of her dreams now returning again.

  "More," said the Reverend Mother, and the whip struck again. Sarah yelped, the shock of the whip almost sending her into orgasm, and the spasm in her body pushed her closer into Sister Theresa.

  "Please stop," Sarah pleaded, not sure who she was pleading to. The sensation between her legs was consuming her. The whip struck again, just on the border between pain and pleasure.

  "Not until I'm satisfied," the Reverend Mother said.

  Theresa knew what was expected and her tongue probed and caressed Sarah's clitoris. The girl was now panting visibly and the circle of nuns could not believe what they were seeing.

  "You can't do this!" Jessica shouted, her arms held tightly by Sister Francis and the other nun.

  The Reverend Mother replied with the whip again, striking Sarah's lower back, a little harder than before. It brought another loud yelp and Sarah felt that she didn't have much more that she could give.

  Her pants became whimpers as Theresa's tongue and lips danced across her tender flesh. She forgot about her surroundings, about the nuns watching her, and could think only of what was being done to her body. She had never felt anything like it, and it was more intense than any dream had been.

  The whip struck again, and it was the final catalyst for the explosion that had built
inside of her. With small yelp after yelp her orgasm took hold of her. If it wasn't for the chain holding her then she would have collapsed to the floor as her body pulsated. Theresa's mouth moved with her body and Sarah had no escape from the intense stimulation.

  Finally, with a single, long scream, her body gave in and the last remnants of her strength left her. She remained suspended by her wrists as her feet dragged across the floor. Theresa sat back onto her calves: she knew that the Reverend Mother had gotten what she wanted and she looked down at the floor in shame. Not shame at what the others had witnessed, but shame that she had succumbed.

  Suddenly, the door behind her was opened and she turned around. She was shocked to see a man entering the room, a man wearing priest's robes, and three policemen following him.

  The priest looked at sisters Sarah and Theresa in shock: never had he seen authority overstepped in such a brutal manner before.

  "Free those two Sisters," he shouted to the gathering around the room.

  The nuns, conscious of the immediate shift in the balance of power, sprang into action. Sister Jessica was released and others sprang towards Sarah and Theresa. The keys to their handcuffs were taken from the Reverend Mother and, as her chain was lowered, Sarah collapsed to the floor to lie on her side, her knees unable to support her. Theresa rushed to her, but, as Sarah looked up at her and smiled, she was reassured that there was no permanent harm to the beautiful young woman lying in front of her.

  The priest spoke to Sister Jessica. "I'm sorry I couldn't get here earlier," he said. It emerged later that Sister Jessica had sent word of the harsh treatment the nuns were receiving, but she had been unable to act without support. "Who else was involved?"

  "Everyone," Sister Jessica said shamefully, "None of us is innocent, except for these two." She pointed down at Sarah and Theresa, huddled together on the stone floor.

  "And the rest of us are guilty, to some degree or another," she continued, "But mainly, these two." She indicated the Reverend Mother and Sister Francis.

  The priest spoke to the policeman in Spanish and the Reverend Mother and Sister Francis were escorted from the room.

  Theresa stroked Sarah's brow tenderly, forgetting her own state of undress as she sat in a heap on the floor. The priest did his best not to stare at the two young, beautiful women, the one naked and the other near so. Abstinence was hard and he had never seen such temptation, not in so many years; but ever.

  "Let's leave here," Sarah said as she looked up at Theresa. Theresa nodded: this was no place for either of them. She knew that, and she also knew that wherever Sarah wanted to go, Theresa wanted to follow her.

  Other Books by Kara Bryn

  The Undergraduate

  Darren's chance encounter with Mrs Cooper, the mother of his childhood friend, takes an unexpected turn when he finds himself sitting in her kitchen one afternoon wrapped in nothing more than a small towel. Soon the towel too disappears and Darren begins to wonder whether the older woman is flirting with him, toying with him, or simply looking for company.

  Just ENF

  Just ENF is Kara's second short story collection. It features another dozen new stories of embarrassed nude females (ENF).

  Follow the experiences of the beautiful women who find so many creative ways to lose their clothes. Each story features a mixture of embarrassed nude females (ENF), clothed female/nude female (CFNF), clothed male/nude female (CMNF) and a guaranteed only one naked (OON).

  Naked Women In Shorts

  Naked Women in Shorts features a dozen previously unpublished stories of embarrassed nude females (ENF).

  Meet the girl who decides to spice up the train journey home with an impromptu strip tease, the woman tricked into working a day at the office naked, the shy Asian girl seduced by the perpetual nudist, the piano tutor who has a particular way of releasing the passion in her student, and many more.

  Changing Rooms

  Susan discovers that the more clothes she loses, the more she learns about herself. Changing Rooms is a seductive and evocative introduction to this complex character.

  The Hen Weekend

  Susan's journey of discovery continues, with a little help from her friends. Situations get out of control, rivalries grow, but you'll find you're rooting for Susan to come out on top in the end.

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