And so that evening Alexis White found herself alone in a sparsely furnished office, wearing a priest's cassock, her hair pulled into a compact bun on the back of her head. She occupied the single chair in the room, which sat before a large wooden desk; the only other furniture was a filing cabinet in the corner. An ancient ceiling fan spun lazily overhead, and the only light came from an art deco wall sconce, which also provided the only hint of style.
It was, in truth, the perfect setting for the scenario Lena and Astrid had come up with. But Miss White was impatient to get on with it; the fabric of the cassock was itchy and the collar too snug around her neck. Leaning back in the chair, she glanced down at her lap; even in the loose-fitting garment, the strap-on Lena had equipped her with for the occasion created a tent rising up from her crotch.
Miss White idly stroked the tip of the dildo through the cloth. From time to time she wondered what it would actually be like to have a penis. She thoroughly enjoyed being a woman and wouldn't change a thing about her body; but the curiosity persisted.
Just then the door opened and Lena appeared, dressed in a nun's habit. As she walked in one of her hands gripped Astrid's left arm, the other held Jodie's right; both of the younger women were in full schoolgirl regalia, white blouses and red-and-black plaid skirts. It was such a cliche, Miss White thought — but then again, cliches exist for a reason; she immediately felt a tingle between her legs at the sight of them. Jodie was wearing her decorative collar, Astrid a more standard studded-leather one. They were both braless under their blouses, nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric.
Already in character, Lena addressed Miss White. "I found these two smoking in the graveyard again, Father." She dropped a pack of cigarettes on the desk as Miss White murmured disapprovingly. Though she was theoretically the authority figure here, Miss White knew that her job was to follow Lena's lead.
"Shall I administer the punishment, Father?" asked Lena. Miss White, fighting to hold back a grin and keep a stern look on her face, nodded. "Assume the position, girls," barked Lena.
Bending forward, Astrid and Jodie placed their hands flat on the desk, parting their legs slightly to maintain balance. Lena flipped both of their skirts up to reveal identical pairs of white cotton panties stretched across Astrid's narrow rump and Jodie's slightly wider one.
On the desk sat a wooden ruler which Lena now picked up and smacked against her hand. It was hardly intimidating, and though Jodie and Astrid did a good job of counterfeiting expressions of fear, they were both a lot more aroused than afraid.
Lena began to gently, almost apologetically, spank the two girls through their panties with the ruler. They moaned softly but on the whole seemed nonplussed by the experience. After a few minutes Lena pulled their panties down around their thighs and resumed spanking their naked butts, a little harder now. In time a faint blush of pink spread across all four of their cheeks, at which point Lena paused and looked over at Miss White.
