“We priests are marriage counselors my dear and have a doctor’s understanding of a woman’s anatomy. You can consider me much as you would a doctor. There are many possibilities when you speak of touching yourself between the legs. Each however is a different gravity of sin. I’m afraid I must know exactly what you did to yourself.”

“ I…. I… I ….pressed” she stammered hopelessly.

“Oh for goodness sake girl. You will have to show me.” He spoke these harshly using an authoritarian yet as professional a voice as he could muster.

“ But I could never. How could I. You …you….you.”

“Then your sin will not be forgiven, how can I without knowing what the sin is. Remember child I am a priest.” He licked his lips as he spoke these words. “Bring that other chair over here and sit across from me.”

Sister Dolrosa fetched the chair and Father McKenna admired her enticing bottom as she did so. He could only hope that his attempts met with the outcome he now lusted for. She sat opposite him. “Now stop being a ridiculous child and show Father how you touched yourself.” She slowly raised her hem squirming in her chair. Father McKenna dropped to his knees between sister’s legs He rolled back the material till it sat high on her waist and waited for the demonstration to begin.

Her hands slid down the front of her panties and the suggestive outline of her knuckles and fingers enflamed him. “This is ridiculous, how am I to judge the gravity of the sin if I cannot see what you are doing?” Muttering he pulled down and removed sisters underwear. Then spread her legs further apart and leaned his face in close to the action. “I see your finger has parted and opened your outer lips and you are rubbing your clitoris. Is your clitoris responding by stiffening in excitement?” He reached his finger into her oozing pussy and began manipulating her clit. “Yes, it has and there is definitely increased moisture about the labia. Do you insert your fingers as you reach a higher state of arousal? Well, show me my girl, I must see it all.”

Sister Dolorosa was moaning now and thrusting her hips closer and closer to the good Father’s face. “Is it worse when I do this Father?” She pulled and jerked on her clit with her left thumb and forefinger and two fingers of her right hand began to finger fuck her contracting pussy. She closed her eyes and her head began to loll from side to side as she sunk down in the chair.

Father had seen females masturbate in his videos but to have this young nun bringing herself to the edge, digging away at her exposed cunt drove him mad with desire. “That is as sinful as a man doing this sister” he scolded. As he spoke he demonstated the offense by fishing his rampant cock out of his fly; he started to fist it furiously staring into her cunt all the while.

“I’m sorry Father, but I can’t see exactly what you are doing that is so filthy. Could you sit up on your chair and educate me?” He hopped up onto his seat and moved it closer to her. The two of them thrashed away at themselves moaning and ooohing. Staring lewdly at each other’s cock and cunt. Her knees pressed and rubbed his inner thighs. All four hands were now a blur. They both commenced spasming and squirting together. Father’s jets of semen shot up and over sisters clothing as her thighs opened and shut involuntarily pumping out her juices.

After climaxing they sat, spent and staring at each other. Father, broke the silence when he said. “Sister your penance will be necessarily harsh for such gross sin.” His eyes scanned the room. In the corner he spied a bundle of yardsticks tied together, slated no doubt for the sisters’ classrooms. “You will fetch me one of those yardsticks, NOW!………. On your knees sister and bend over that chair.”

Sister handed Father the ruler and arranged herself tantalizingly over the chair. Father McKenna folded her skirts over her back and stood there admiring her precious taught bottom. He swished the yardstick through the air and arranged himself to the side of his victim. “Do you realize how lewd your behavior is sister?” Swishhh , SMACK! He rose a welt on her cream colored ass. She jumped and her beautiful skin jiggled from the blow. “Sex is a filthy, filthy thing.” Swishhh , SMACK! “You are a disgrace sister.” Swishhh , SMACK!

“Yes, yes Father, I know.” Swishhh , SMACK! “ I deserve more and more.” Swishhh , SMACK! “Do it again Father. Again. Again.” Swishhh , SMACK! “Punish my filthy bottom Father.” Swishhh , SMACK!

Father was in a lather; his cock once again was raging as sister begged for more and more smacks. The moisture flowed down her legs. Both he and she were panting and covered in perspiration. He worked his way up and down the back of her legs. “Yes, there!” she pleaded as he found new areas of virgin flesh. He lost track of the blows he delivered. His arm was tiring and he was in a fever. She writhed, groaned and undulated to the twacks.

He was in a stupor when he finally stopped. She turned and looked shyly over her shoulder. “Father each week you must instruct me. Save me. Show me all the evil deeds that I must avoid.” She knelt-up and turned herself round to face him. Still on her knees she hugged his legs. “Educate me again father and promise to discipline my wayward thoughts and deeds. Father, I know Sister Immaculata suffers from the same folly. Could you, would you, see us both together? Oh Please Father.”