WARNING
DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY RELIGIOUS OR TAKE OFFENCE AT ADULT STORIES THAT DEPICT RELIGIOUS CHARACTERS.
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As Dawn was going to the convent to interview prospective employees, she dressed casual but smart. The business suit was not too long and not too short. With a white blouse underneath she looked the part, and it was thick enough to hide the sexy underwear she had on underneath, though at times the half cup bra did feel a little strange. She did pack a few naughtier items in case the bishop called but most of her clothes were more than presentable to a bunch of nuns.
It took two hours to drive to the convent and for almost half an hour of that, she thought she was lost. There was nothing but trees and fields as far as the eye could see. Then she saw it, perched on top of a promontory it had a commanding view of the whole area. She parked her car in the remainder of the two parking bays and knocked on the huge solid oak door. She laughed to herself when a small square in the door opened and a face appeared. She had thought that these viewing windows were only in the imagination of filmmakers.
Putting on her best vicars wife voice she said, "Hello I am Mrs Evesham I believe I am expected"
The window closed again without a word so Dawn waited for a few minutes expecting the door to open. When it did, a much older nun addressed her. "Good evening Mrs Evesham. I am Sister Anna. Welcome to our humble abode." She said this with a smile, "Do come in and I will show you to your quarters. Mother Superior has asked to see you once you are settled in."
I followed the sister through numerous halls and down many corridors, in complete silence. Not knowing if they were a silent order or not I just kept my mouth shut, over awed by the building as much as anything else. God only knows how I would ever find my way around.
We went up a flight of stone spiral steps into what turned out to be a tower room with a large log fire burning and huge old oak bed with an armchair and an ottoman and table. While the furnishing was sparse, the room looked perfect and not at all, what I was expecting. I looked at the sister and she smiled, "Only the nuns live in cells my dear. These are our visitor's quarters; we have the fire in the evening as the windows let in all the cold air. It will be tended for you so you do not need to worry. I will get your bags brought up and will collect you in an hour to meet with Mother Superior."
I looked around the room and found what passed for a bathroom and a cupboard with drawers in for my clothes. My bags arrived ten minutes later and I stored them as best I could, hiding the naughty bits as best I could as well. Funny how now that I was here they were 'naughty' and not 'sexy'.
I sat in my room for what seemed an age before Sister Anna knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a reply. A little unnerving to say the least.
"Mother Superior will see you now."
She turned round and walked off; I followed as she led me through more corridors and halls until we came to what was obviously a wing of the building as I could see outside on both sides of the long narrows hallway. The mother Superior's room was at the end. Sister Anna knocked and walked straight in holding the door for me to enter.
As I entered, I saw several more sisters stood around the room. Sister Anna ushered me in front of a woman in her early fifties I guessed, sitting in an armchair; she was the only one that was seated. I stood with my hands behind my back, shaking slightly at the sight of this woman who seemed to exude strength. There was no mistaking who was in control here.
"Good evening my dear. I hope you had a good trip."
"Yes Mother Superior it was pleasant thank you."
"Good, good. Now please strip. You will have to wear a novice gown while you are here, I'm sure you understand."
"Well yes, but....well, cant I change in my room."
"No my dear you cannot." She threw something on the floor in front of me and instantly recognised it as my underwear. I had been vigilant about hiding the clothes but was complacent about my underwear. "You are a whore."
She knew. She must know about the bishop, or did she. My legs started shaking, I did not know what to do or say.
"Only a whore would wear such items. Now strip."
"No I can't. I....I...."
With a huge grin on her face she said, "Sisters if you please."
Before I knew it, the sisters had hold of me one on each arm and one on each leg. They pulled my arms wide and held my legs to the floor, slightly apart. I went to scream but a ball was put in my mouth, it had a strap attached that fastened behind my head. I was stripped to my underwear. They made sure that at no time did I have the opportunity to get free, I got the feeling they had done this before.
"Slut whore." Mother superior said in a low grumbling voice that made me quiver with fear. "All of it sisters, all of it."
As she glared into my eyes I felt shame, real shame for the first time for what seemed ages. I did not struggle as they removed my remaining clothes. I did not struggle at all until I saw the strap.
"No! Please no." I begged
"Sisters, if you please."
Two of the sisters pulled what looked like a raised kneeling prayer stool in front of me. This one had a few modifications though. As I was roughly pushed onto it, my knees going down on the wide spread pads, my arms were pulled along two extended pieces and I was strapped into place. My legs were strapped to the upright posts so that I was now open legged and my arms out wide. There was no middle to the structure of the seat so my head and breasts hung down. I raised my head to look at mother superior.
"Believe it or not my dear, you're going to enjoy this." Mother superior said, still sitting in her chair. The next moment the worst pain I had ever felt in my life seared through my body as the strap was used on my bare buttocks. With the ball still in my mouth, I could not even scream properly. Whoever was doing the hitting did not hold back in any way. However, she did subtly change her angle because after about six strokes I could feel the strap brushing my naked pussy. Now my tears of pain started to turn into tears of shame that I should in any way think of pleasure at this moment of punishment.