Sister Maria Clare led the youth into the dank cell beneath the convent where she knew they would not be disturbed or heard through the thick dungeon walls. She bade him lift his robes to the middle of his back and bare his lean buttocks to her. From the nun’s expression, the boy knew he would gain no mercy. He was thankful his fear had caused his cock to shrivel until it was nearly invisible. He feared the reaction if this holy nun caught him with an erection.
The stern woman placed a hand on his back and bade him to bend forward, hands on knees. Her heavy black skirts swirled the warm air around his bared buttocks as she moved. Sister Marie Clare stood slightly to his left and turned her body to an angle she could control her swing as the flat leather strap sailed through the air and landed flush on his tender flanks.
Zachary yelped in spite of himself.
“No one will hear you,” assured the nun. A second blow landed full on target. Zachary felt the breath leave him as the full burn of the first two strokes took effect.
To his shock, the good nun’s left hand sneaked to his crotch and grasped his lengthening instrument.
“What’s this?” she demanded in feigned surprise.
The boy trembled.
“Answer me.”
“My, my cock.”
“Cock? is that a proper name?”
“It’s what we call it.”
“We?”
“All the good brothers.”
“All brothers possess this. . . this thing?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“It has a purpose?”
“Yes Ma’am. Men and boys, they piss through it.”
“Her fingers moved the loose skin back and forth on the boy’s organ as it grew firmer in her hand. ”And you believe that women do that differently?”
“I have heard so.” He felt himself grow in her hand and willed himself to stop but with the fire in his tail brought a surplus of blood to the region and with the movement of her fingers exciting him, he grew quite stiff. “That was why I peeked at you. I wished to confirm those rumors.”
“It makes a fine handle to keep you in place,” commented the Nun. “And did you satisfy your curiosity as to the shades of difference in man and woman?”
“No Sister. Not completely.”
The strap descended again though this time not nearly so hard. Without loosening her hold, she continued adding a number of lighter blows while her fingers gripped him firmly. Now he became increasingly disturbed that he might spurt something nasty and slick in her hand. That would totally embarrass him and most certainly bring a continuing rain of blows from the stern but pretty nun.
“This thing of yours, does it often swell to such dimensions?”
“Just sometimes.” muttered Zachary.”
“Can you tell me why this happens?”
“No Ma’am. Not exactly.”
“When does it happen?”
“Most often when I entertain impure thoughts.”
“Impure thoughts? Nasty thoughts?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“These nasty thoughts, what are they about?”
“I dare not tell tell.”
“Then I must strap you further.”
“About women, what they hide between their legs and how much curly hair grows there.”
“You believe all women grow such hair in that place?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“And you wished to satisfy yourself that Sisters of the church are so made?”
The lad nodded.
The woman dropped the strap and touched his shoulder. “You may straighten for a moment.”
Zachary straightened then started to let his robes fall.”
“Leave that strange object exposed. I mean to inspect it further.” With one hand disappearing into her voluminous robe, she bent to inspect the boy’s erect penis. “This is used for pissing, you say?”
Zachary nodded. He did not know how much he dared tell this black hooded woman who put the fear of fire and brimstone into him as well as a fire in his burning buns. Still she sought knowledge that, because of her order, had been kept from her.
“Men on the outside do things to women with it and women have babies.”
“How is this accomplished?” asked the woman.
“It is, I hear, placed in a tight hole between the woman’s legs.”
Marie Clare spoke in almost a whisper. “Have you done this?”
“No Ma’am.”
“But you would like to?”
“That would be nice. Before I came here the girls ran from me.”
The woman nodded. “It must be uncomfortable, this stiffness. Does it remain or does it, sometimes, become docile?”
“Sometimes.”
She placed her mouth close to his ear and whispered, “You will mention this to no one.”
“No Ma’am.”
“Not a word.”
“I promise.”
The nun nodded. ”You have a strong male body. I would study it further.”
The boy’s eyes widened. “I heard The Holy Sisters have no interests in the temporal body.”
The woman smiled. “We may both learn much if we proceed carefully.”
“I will act so no one could ever suspects.”
Her fingers caressed the smooth flesh where she had strapped him, then moved once more to tease his erect cock. “Do you believe an older sister, one in her thirties, might possess a strange hole among those curls you mentioned?”
The boy nodded. “I believe it is so. Surely the Brothers much increase the size and rigidity of their weapons when speaking of such an opening.”
“You have observed the Holy Brothers in a state of undress?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Why does this occur?”
“After mass one brother or another often leads me to an ante room where secret rites are performed.”
What sort of rites?”
