Short Erotic Stories 
by Charlene O. 
Story : "Mother Superior" (part one) 

> If mother superior was to catch me playing with my toys,
> punishment would be swift and severe, of this I am positive,  

Absolutely. Rules are rules: young girls should behave. You know 
that. We all know that...

You are ordered to the punishment room where Mother Superior is 
waiting for you.
It's a large room with dark walls and a dark tiled floor. In the middle 
there is a large table and you notice that for some reason this table is 
bolted to the floor.

Somewhere in the school you can hear Gregorian music. It resembles 
the music of Enigma.
It is the only sound in this part of the school.

>She would undoubtedly instruct me to pull my white cotton 
>panties that are moist with a mixture of my warm wet juices 
>and baby powder, down to my ankles.
>I then will be bent over the table and forced to draw up my 
>pleated skirt exposing my now naked bare buttocks.

She would inspect the crotch of your panties and upon seeing the 
thick spread you produced, fear that you are ill. She would call Sister 
Alice to give her a hand.

While Sister Alice holds your hands on the table in front of you, 
totally immobilizing your upper body, Mother Superior puts on fine 
latex surgical gloves and then takes a large glob of Vaseline on the 
middle finger of her right hand.
With her left hand she parts your buttocks, exposing your dark 
rosebud.
Horrified you realize what she's up to...
To humiliate you as much as possible, she probes your little asshole 
with her finger. You gasp for air, close your eyes in shame.

"How long have you been doing these dirty games?" she asks in a 
harsh voice while her finger teasingly rubs over the sensible 
sphincter.
"Uh, au, uh not long... please don't do this,... uh, a few weeks..." you 
whisper, utterly ashamed for that awful sensation in your most 
intimate place.

"You have dirty thoughts too." It's not even a question, it's a 
statement.

"Au, please, don't!"
But the finger keeps pressing on the sensible muscle, slowly 
overcoming its resistance. In panic you tighten your muscles.
"Don't do that! Let loose, young lady! Or you will be sorry! I have to 
examine you."

Beet red you relax the muscles of your buttocks and... "Au, auuu!!" 
you cry: Mother Superior used the relaxation of your muscles to 
insert not one but two fingers in your rectum. They hurt like hell, 
especially when she moves them around...

"Have you been thinking of boys and of their stinking tails?" 
Mercilessly the fingers explore your virginal intimacy, making it 
horrible to speak.
"Speak up!"
"No, Mother, I swear, Au, please!... I don't have!"

"Auauauauau.....!!!" Tears roll over her face as the old woman spreads 
her probing fingers, painfully stretching your anal muscle and the 
sensible walls of your rectum.
"Don't swear, child! You will be punished for this!"

The Vaseline has lubricated your sphincter outside and inside and 
the burning sensation is now replaced by a terrifying sensation as 
the nun slowly presses her fingers so deep, till her hand is firmly 
against the crack of your ass: you feel as if you were going to have a 
bowel movement... You know you are not in control anymore; you 
wouldn't even be able to stop the process once it has started.

"No Mother, please, no more, don't do that, I can't stand it... It's so 
horrible, please don't do that to me! I need to go to the bathroom! 
Please! I'll be good..." 
You shake your legs and bum, trying to escape from the humiliating 
fingers...
Sister Alice needs all her strength to keep your hands in front of you.

"Don't close your muscles on me! How dare you, insolent child!" and 
in anger she slaps your buttocks with her free hand.
And then it happens... You feared it, knowing what could happen 
when you are bend over with spread legs... A vaginal wind. A pussy 
fart. Not a small one. A loud one. Loud and clear...
Like the air escaping from a large truck tire when it goes flat.

Then there is silence, only silence... And you begin to sob, 
instinctively knowing that this is the ultimate offence.

Brutally, without a word, Mother Superior withdraws her fingers 
from your rectum. You feel cold air been sucked inside before the 
sphincter takes its original position. You almost regret the teasingly 
moving fingers that gave you a sensation of a filled rectum. You close 
your legs and press your buttocks to keep a bit of that sensation in 
you...

Still without speaking Mother Superior leaves the room.

"Poor child, you shouldn't have let this happen! Now Mother Superior 
is really worried about you. I fear you're about to receive a very 
unpleasant treatment..."

Sister Alice keeps your hands in her left hand and shoves her right 
hand under you, up to your left breast. Tenderly her warm hand 
cups the sensible flesh, and begins to massage it. This softness is 
wonderful after the brutality of Mother Superior, and you moan.

"You liked that treatment, don't you? The fingers deep in your 
rectum?"
You don't answer, close your eyes, enjoying her soft fingers...

"Most of the girls do. But they don't dare to tell, they are ashamed... 
Anal fun is devil's fun..."
Her fingers do a wonderful job and you feel pleasant waves 
irradiating from you breast towards your clitoris, as if they were 
connected by electrical wires...

She stops and quickly withdraws her hand when she hears the door 
opening.

"Young lady, we are going to take care of you! Sister Alice please put 
this blindfold over her eyes... Yes, that's fine."

She pulls down your panties and force you to lift your feet to remove 
them.

You feel something being pulled over your head, partly covering 
your blindfolded face.

"Here, you can rest your face on your panties. They have the smell of 
evil. I hope you will associate this putrid smell with your 
punishment."

And indeed you smell the well known fragrances of your own 
panties, a delicate mixture of the Johnson's Baby Powder you use, 
your female juices and some droplets of pee when you waited again 
too long before heading for the bathroom.
This familiar smell is comforting you.

"Now young lady, spread your legs. More! More than that, I have to 
attach your feet to the legs of the table. That is better."

You feel your legs being parted almost to the maximum you can 
support, and being attached in that position.

A cushion is placed between your lower belly and the edge of the 
table, and strong hands force you to bent over till your erected 
nipples rest on the cold wood of the table.

Cuffs are attached to your wrists and your arms are stretched till you 
form a bended 'X'.
Then a round object, obviously a rubber ball, is forced in your mouth 
and attached with small straps at the back of your head.

You are totally immobilized, a very unpleasant sensation which is 
even made worse by the blindfold and by the gag in your mouth.

"Young lady, as this is your first offence here in this boardingÊ 
school, the punishment will be not too severe. But it must be 
effective enough to make sure you will not do the same offence a 
second time..."

Mother Superior continues slowly and clearly:

"I will clean you inside, to remove all bad residues that must have 
accumulated there and while the soap enema is doing its work in 
your bowels you will be whipped. Then I'll treat your private parts. 
After I am finished they will be so sore that you won't even be able 
to touch them. And you will remember, every time you want to 
touch them, how painful they can be..."

It takes you some time before you realize what the nun has said. 
An enema?
Here? 
That is impossible!
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- end of part one - 
Copyright: © Charlene O. (June 2001)