BEHIND CONVENT WALLS (3)
“So den, Sister Bridget... you tink it’s funny to mess about with this filty ting so you do?”
Sister Mary held the device right in front of me, shaking it so that the straps and buckles jiggled before my eyes. My face felt on fire.
“I didn’t think it was funny, sister.”
“Did you not noi? I got the impression that you and the oder sisters were having quite a pairty, and from what I could see, you were belle-of-the-ball.”
“It was just a bit of fun, Sister... a bit of harmless fun, that’s all.”
“Harmless? Is that what you call it? Disgusting and demeaning to God and to every woman is what I’d call it. Well, let’s just see how funny you tink this is. Let’s have you on the floor, Sister Bridget. No, nut loik that… on all-fours, that’s hoi I wants yer. Let’s see hoi you loik a taste of yer own medicine... and lift dem skirts up for me. Be quick noi, I haven’t got all day to put you to roits, so I haven’t.”
“You heard me roit enoff, Sister Bridget. Don’t you act the dumb one wit me, girl, or there’ll be more trouble in store fer yer. And you can pull dem smelly pants o’yours down too while you’re at it. Let’s see yer fat lazy buttum op in the air.”
“What are you going to do?”
“You’ll foind out soon enoff. But seein as you loik sticking tings inside yourself, I tink you moit be a guessin’ where dis moit be goin’. Noi, do as I say, or you’ll be getting hot spoons on your titties so you will, and you won’t be after a loikin that too much noider will yer?”
“No, Sister Mary.”
“No, Sister Mary, I should tink nut, Sister Mary.”
I braced myself for what was to come. I heard the rustle of her skirts and the clink of buckles and straps. Had the Mother Superior done this before? She knelt behind me. I heard her knees crack and her shoes squeak. She arranged her skirts over my back where I had lifted and bunched mine. And then I felt her hands grasp my hips, her finger nails digging into my flesh. Her soft, voluminous vested belly rested obscenely against my bottom. She poked me with the dildo a couple of times, her hand guiding the phallus to the mark, searching for the place that would cause me most shame and humiliation. I wriggled. She held me still. She was very strong.
“Keep still, silly girl.”
Sister Mary hissed in my ear: “Shhh... you’ll wake the fecking devil himself so you will.”
I struggled, but she was determined and far too strong for me. She shoved hard and forced it in. The air hissed between my teeth with the pain, but I did not yell. I was not going to give her that satisfaction.
“Let’s see how much you loik it up yer big fat buttum noi, Sister... there we go, I bet yer can feel that roit enough, caant yer?”
“Yesss... Uggh! Oh please... don’t.”
“’Don’t’, you say. So noi you don’t loik it all of a sudden. That’s a change so it is. A little while ago you tort it was a great big laaf so you did.”
She thrust up hard on me, her warm belly bumping my bottom. I thought I would split in two.
“You didn’t seem to moind skoilairking wit the oder sisters, so woi nut wit me? Am I not good enoff fer yer?”
“We never did anything like this.”
“Did yer not noi? You could have fooled me. Well at least noi yer know what it’s loik to be buggered good and prupper so you do. You’d do well to remember in future what a nasty and disgusting ting it is roit enoff.”
“Yes, I will, I’ll remember; but please, please let me go... It really hurts.”
“Good, and so it should. It’s God’s will so it is. Let’s hope you learn yer lesson boi it. You’ve been a proper eejit, Sister Bridget, so you have.”
Sister Mary jerked her hips again. Her fingernails dug deeper. I could feel her hot breath on the back of my neck. I felt the dildo tearing through me. I wanted to be sick.
“So, what do we tink den, Sister Bridget? Not so funny noi is it, roit up your back-passage as far as it goes. Now den, come on, be honest... don’t yer just loik it a teeny-weeny bit?”
“No, no, no... Sister Mary. I hate it, please stop. Take it out, you’ll kill me.”
I tried to wriggle away again, but once again Sister Mary held me fast and hissed in my ear.
“Stay still, girl, oim nut finished wid yer yet, nut boi a lung chalk. I want yer to learn your lesson good and prupper so I do.”
“Uggh! Yes, Sister Mary. I have learned my lesson, I promise you... But you’ll ruin me at this rate.”
“So you’d better remember nut to mess with tings that don’t concern you in future, hadn’t yer?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Are you certain noi?”
“Yes, I’m certain. Aaaah-ah! Please no more. I promise to be good from now on. No more, please.”
“Well, all roit den, so long as you understand that you’ve been punished as God would have you punished. Oi tink you’ve learned your lesson so you have.”
I felt Sister Mary ease away and the dildo slide out with a soft airtight ‘pop’.
“And don’t yer be a leadin the oder sisters into bad ways again, or I won’t be just playing friendly wit ya next toim.”
I stayed where I was, letting the tears run. My bottom was throbbing and sore. I heard Sister Mary unbuckling the dildo. She was muttering something in Latin, a prayer of forgiveness perhaps. I broke down and let it all out. Hot tears ran down my cheeks.
“And you can stop that snivelling and yer blubbing, so you can. You’re not a child. Oi never hurt yer tat motch, so I didn’t.”
“Oh, don’t make such a fuss, Sister Bridget. Act your age. Stand op and droi tem tears, noi. And don’t you go blabbing yer silly mout off to no one about it noider.”
“I think I’m bleeding.”
“No yer nut. Let me see that, noi. What a fuss.” She lifted my skirts again and parted my cheeks roughly. “Yer nut bleeding, Sister Bridget. Yer bound to be a bit sore, that’s all... yer nut hurt bad. Noi stand up.”
I did and pulled up my knickers. I staggered to the chair. My legs felt like melting rubber. I flopped down in a heap and cried.
“You’d better go and get showered, Sister Bridget. You still have all your chores to do this afternoon. You’re not get out of doin’ them just because you’ve had a little punishment you’ve seen fit to shed a few silly tears over noi.”
I shut my eyes and sat with my head in my hands. And then something hit the top of my head. Sister Mary had thrown the dildo at me. She was looked at me in a way that told me she blamed me for what had just happened.
“And you moit tink about washing that dirty, stinking ting while you’re at it. Better still... trow it in the dustbin, that’s all its fit for noi yer filty shite’s all over it, so it is. And don’t ever let me catch you or the oders skoilairking again. I won’t be a goin’ so easy on yer next toim.”