Quite out of breath, they lay on the floor, breathing heavily. It was some time before the nun adjusted her skirts and covered her nakedness. You have plummed my depths most wonderously,“ said Maria Clare.
Zachary arranged his cloak, marveling at his good fortune.
“You may spank me anytime you wish,” said the boy. “I would spy upon you in your privey a hundred times to be rewarded in such a delightful manner.”
“That is unnecessary.” The nun smiled. “Tell me, was that the first time you ventured to view a Sister’s precious secret?”
“It was,” swore the boy. “It was most thrilling.”
“Was it me you chose to spy upon or was it I who just happened along?”
“In all honesty,” said the boy, “I hoped to view the charms of young Rachael, the novitiate.” He swallowed and looked to see if her had upset the nun by his admission. “But I now swear that I am glad it was you.”
Maria Clare nodded. “Truly, Rachael is a beauty more of your age. You would much admire her hidden charms should you have the oportunity to view them.”
‘Truly, your body is magnificent beneath the consealment of your habit.” His eyes met hers. “And truly, you fuck deliciously. Your back hole is much tighter than Father Burke‘s and your buns ever so much prettier and softer to to absorb my strokes.”
“Surely your compliments invite a further exchange of confidences between us.”
“I look forward to that,” said the young man. He hesitated. “You spoke of young Rachael’s hidden charms. You have seen them?”
“I confess.”
“Perhaps at a time of laying hands smartly on her bare bum?”
“She is newly arrived and has yet to be introduced to bum warming but she will be. All noviates acquire the red bottom, many times, before confirmation.”
They heard the heels of a nun’s shoes on the stone passage outside. “Someone is coming. We will speak later,” whispered Marie Clare. “I did not believe your punishment would take so long. I am to meet someone else here. She turned to leave.
Zachary hurridly closed his robe, covering his nakedness. He heard the nun greet the intruder.
“Sister Maryam! Is it so late already!” Maria Clare sounded flustered.
“Are you not alone?”
“This is the young man I invited for special instruction.” She raised her voice slightly. “It is time to leave, Zachary.”
“Yes Ma’am.” The redfaced boy looked up to the senior nun, then down to the floor.
“You may go, Zachary,” Maria Clare said softly.
“I’m sure he has been well instructed, Sister,” Sister Maryam smiled.
Maria Clare answered soberly. “We each learned something. Don’t you agree, Zachary.
The boy nodded vigorously. He left to the coarse laughter of the older nun. The last thing he heard was, “Sister Maria Clare, you must tell me everything.”
*** “I came to ask if those pictures I told you about have any validity,” said Rachael. Are men actually made as they were pictured in The Good Mother’s book and do men do enter each other bodies as was depicted?”
“Most assured;y they possess the appropriate weapons and use them in the manner you saw in that book. I have seen and touched such a member.” confessed Maria Clare.
“How is it that you came upon such a revelation?”
“You remember the night we met on our way to excrete our wastes?”
“We revealed our secret parts to each other by candlelight.”
“After you left I chanced upon a lad from the monestery attempting to spy upon my person as I went about my business.”
Rachael giggled. “How terrible. Do you believe he witnessed as much of our persons as we revealed to each other?”
“He said he did not.”
“And you believed him?” Maria Clare laughed quietly. “I directed him to the catacombs where he accepted his punishment.”
“Oh tell me! What did you do?”
“I bared his bottom and strapped his arse until it was quite red.”
“Truly, did he lift his robes?” asked Rachael. Was that thing as thick as you surmised?”
The older woman nodded vigorously. “You would not believe the bulk that rose so stiffly from that place.”
“Did he not mind your touch?”
Maria Clare smiled mysteriously. “He did not draw away.”
“What, pray tell, did this object feel like?”
“Most firm, and hot to the touch. It has a life of its own and moved in my hand in a most peculiar manner.”
“Did you not fear he would force it into that place men say God made for it?”
Maria Clare shook her head. “He has had no experience with women.”
“Then he can little enlighten us in such a matter?”
“The young man is most eager to learn and is desirous of viewing our secrets . I feel certain he would reveal his weapon in exchange for viewing yours.”
“I ache to administer to his bare bottom as you did.”
“There is more,” whispered Marie Clare. “He knows women possess that opening beneath the hairy triangle we are not to think about. . .”
“But constantly do,” interposed Rachael.”
“Until , at times, we become dewy slick within that crevice.”
“As it does now?”
“Most certainly it has been so since the young man parted his robes.”
“Your tale makes my hairy nest moist as well,” confessed the younger woman.
“He says,” disclosed the older one, “that I possess more curls in that place than any of the Brothers.”
“You revealed it to him?”
“And more,” said Maria Clare. “I dare not reveal all that transpired.”
“You possess many pretty curls,” said the girl. “Was he not impressed?”
“You are amply decorated,” declared the nun.
“You excite me greatly. Let us undrape each other and ease that itch that consumes me.”
Maria Clare nodded. “I confess I long for your touch that brings such joy.”
“I am totally bare beneath my skirts.”
“And I.”
The older woman insinuated the younger one’s hand into the folds of her habit and placed it where she desired that intimate stroking. “I yearn for you to tease my tender place as well.”
“Young Zachary yearns to see how a lass such as yourself is constructed,” said Maria Clare. “Would you please his eye should the opportunity arise?”
