Under Mother Francine's Control

Johnny Kepler had not had it easy. Raised as an orphan, abandoned on the street at 3, in and out of orphanages and adoption centers, that had been his life so far. How many times do you have to be rejected before you take control of your life for yourself?

For the last four years he had been at a Catholic boarding school. They fed him and gave him a bed and tried to fill his head with dogmas and ideas which he never was able to accept. But he was grateful for a place to stay warm and as he was growing older, grateful at least that he was getting an education.

His time at Saint Michael's academy had been tainted with numerous punishments. It seemed like he was always the fall guy for his friends. He knew how to get the cigarettes and the booze. Everyone wanted that here. Everyone liked him too, but every-time the smokes were found, every time the empties were sniffed out, he was blamed by the school.

Johnny sat in the administration office thinking how bland and weak his punishments had become to seem. Swats on the hands with rulers, swats on the ass and bare thighs with a rod. None of it hurt anymore. Just a regular mundane part of life.

The new charge against him was bringing in porn magazines to the school. Yes magazines. The administration held such tight reins over all the school computers and student cell phones that it was virtually impossible to view any image or video deemed "illicit" by the school.

Johnny had found a shop on Baker street in the red light district that still sold them. He took up collections from time to time and bought them for his friends and him. It was the third time in two years they were found out.

He was called into Mother Francine's office. He knew her well. He knew where to sit, what to say. He knew how to behave. He knew what was coming...A night of red lumps all over his ass and thighs.

She sat reading a folder from her desk. He could see the tab on the outside of it. It read "Kepler, J."

Mother Francine rose from her desk, walked to an open cabinet and returned the folder. She poured a glass of water from a vase and returned to her chair. Taking a drink and setting the glass on a coaster next to her she crossed her arms and looked at Johnny.

She was stern, Johnny always sensed anger in her. Her glasses hung low on her nose and she watched him over the top of them. Johnny looked away from her. As much as he knew she couldn't hurt him, he had never seen the damn lady smile. All his senses told him that if she had any idea her swats and whippings no longer hurt him, she would find some new way to torment him.

Mother Francine raised her glasses over her eyes and picked up a notepad reading it while she addressed him.

"Johnny Kepler," she remarked, beginning with only those words. She removed her glasses and placed them by the glass of water.

"Do you know why you are still in this school?" She asked. Johnny didn't speak as she glared at him, her light, piercing green eyes staring directly into his.

"You are here because you have no where to go. Any other student would have been expelled long ago." Francine folded her arms and sighed.

"Alcohol, cigarettes. We have never had so much in this school and they are inappropriate for student use!" She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Alcohol I can accept as a normal transgression. Tobacco I also accept as minor but..." she paused to gather her words.

"Pornography is completely unacceptable in this institution!" Francine slammed her fist down hard on her desk. Johnny could see some of the water oscillate and spill over the side of the glass. She sat back in her chair and opened one of her desk drawers removing a hustler magazine. She flung it at him angrily and it hit him in the leg. Johnny froze. This was a new level of anger for Francine.

"Pick it up Mr. Kepler," she demanded, quickly regaining her composure.

"Are you aware this is a sin against God? This is not a sin against a school or against a government. It is not a sin against mankind. It is a sin against God!"

Johnny could not look at her. She rose from her desk and walked over to him to retrieve the magazine.

"Look at me Johnny. Look me in the eyes." He did. Her eyes were captivating and powerful. Johnny began to feel a pulse of fear run through him. She was a strong woman and Johnny thought also very beautiful, like a statue. A beautiful piece of carved stone. Cold to the touch, impenetrable, unapproachable. Dangerous. Mother Francine continued looking into his eyes. Johnny felt her breath as she spoke.

"The Lord himself commands us that it is not only a sin to engage in sex out of wedlock, but that it is a sin to imagine it! A sin to think about it. It is a sin against God!"

Mother Francine opened the magazine and showed Johnny the picture of a beautiful Colombian woman lying spread eagle on a 5 star office desk wearing nothing but red heels. She was masturbating with a huge matching red dildo. Johnny closed his eyes and tried to keep from shaking. How fucking ridiculously embarrassing, he thought.

Mother Francine returned to her desk, sat in her chair and began turning through the magazine. Johnny couldn't watch her.

"Do you masturbate to these images?" Mother Francine suddenly demanded to know. She turned through the pages not looking at him as she spoke. Johnny held his head in his hands and stared at the floor. He did not respond. Why would she even ask? Wasn't that the point of porn? To masturbate to it?

Mother Francine again slammed her fist on her desk. Johnny looked up at her apprehensively and sighed.

"Yes! I guess I have Mother Francine..." he admitted, exasperated. Johnny gathered his courage and stood up. "Please can we just get this over with Mother?" he implored. Mother Francine pursed her lips in deliberation, tapping her fingers on her desk. "Report here tomorrow morning at 730 for your punishment. I must think." She rose and walked to the door, quickly ushering Johnny out of her office.

Back at the dorm his friends were waiting for him eagerly. Anxious for the gossip. Frank Kinsey was his best friend, though a bit of an asshole. He was the first to see him. He began to laugh and slap his legs, "Kepler! You are my dope, my entertainment in a dark world, brother!"

Frank was Johnny's life opposite. He had a family with money and never wanted for anything. Johnny had no family, no money but managed to get what he needed. It was a sort of irony that created their friendship. Johnny had no family and wound up in a boarding school. Frank had a family that didn't want him and sent him to a boarding school. So both had learned they were essentially, though in different ways, on their own.

"Did you get your ass hammered by Francine?" Another voice chimed in. It was Chet Irving, Johnny's roommate.

"No but thanks, Chet," Johnny replied. "You left that hustler on my desk."

Frank laughed, holding his hand to his thigh. "Yes. You should have seen father Dickhead's face when he saw it!"

Johnny sighed, "He is always here, that guy, always watching. Forget it." Frank reached into his inside coat pocket and removed a flask of whiskey handing it to Johnny. He took a long sip. Frank flopped down on Johnny's bed. "What happened Kepler? What did she do?" He asked.

Johnny shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing. She just said come back tomorrow." He took another long sip from Frank's flask.

In the morning he reported to Mother Francine as she requested. She was at her desk on her computer, her door was open.

"Have a seat after you close the door, please." Francine feigned a smile and went back to typing something. Johnny would have preferred an after school smack session with the rod to an early morning session. It would hurt to sit for a few hours.

The middle aged nun finished her work, leaned back thoughtfully and addressed Johnny.

"Son, I am not going to punish you," she declared. Johnny looked at her in surprise.

"Punishment is not what you need." Francine sipped her tea and removed her glasses. "It is hard to grow up without parents to give you moral instruction." She nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with herself.

"Your misfortunes have allowed sin to creep into your body and take over your actions. It is a treatment, an intervention that you need, not punishment."

Francine stood up and walked over to a desk very familiar to him. At least a dozen times he had dropped his pants, leaned on it and taken dozens of hits on his backside.

Francine asked him to bring the chair to the desk. Johnny had no idea why. She instructed him to drop his pants and underwear and she seated herself facing his profile.

From the top of the desk, Francine retrieved 2 latex gloves from a box and pulled them

Over her hands. He winced as they snapped onto her wrists. Johnny's uncertainty grew. He had no idea what this "treatment" was about. Francine pulled a small tube from a desk drawer and squeezed out some of its contents onto her right hand.

"This may hurt at first, but I assure you it is necessary." Johnny felt her slippery hand on his ass and his eyes opened wide. Slowly Francine began working her middle finger up Inside of him. Johnny was bewildered but he didn't say a word or move an inch. He knew what happened when students did not comply with the head mistress.

"It is just as I thought!" Exclaimed Mother Francine. Johnny felt a tingling sensation underneath his balls and cock. "This spot I am pressing on is a gland. It is called the prostate." Johnny felt the tingling sensation growing as Francine pushed and rubbed it hard.

"This gland is much larger than it ought to be," she remarked shaking her head. "It is filled with sinful, filthy fluid. Johnny, you must have all of this filth removed!" With her free hand Francine cupped his balls uncomfortably hard and began tugging downwards. Johnny winced but kept silent. He looked down at the desk and saw his cock growing. Francine began pushing on his gland aggressively and pulling harder on his balls and little drops of fluid began to flow slowly from the tip of his cock as she pushed up on his prostate. Johnny was getting aroused but it hurt so bad. He wanted to tell her not to go so hard but dared not. Mother Francine inserted her pointer finger into him and began to push up even harder with two fingers working in tandem.

After several minutes Johnny's cock was completely erect. Francine Removed her hand from his balls and firmly squeezed his cock. She slowly worked his foreskin back and forth, tugging hard on her forward stroke, as if milking a cow. Now a nearly continuous stream of fluid ran from his cock.

"We are going to do this until we can extract no more of that filth. It is this that causes your sin." Johnny wasn't listening to her, the initial pain he had felt was completely overpowered by an intense feeling of pleasure. He wanted to moan.

His semen stream began to increase, he could feel his orgasm coming. Johnny looked at the table. He couldn't believe how much Mother Francine had pushed out of him. He had to literally hold his mouth shut with his hand to avoid moaning in ecstasy.

Sensing his orgasm coming, Mother Francine held his cock at the base and quit giving him the slow stroking motion, but continued pressing on his prostate.

"If I am to remove all of this filth I need to keep you in this physiological state as long as possible..." A strong stream of semen now ran from his cock. "Because you have a lot." She remarked.

Over and over Mother Francine milked him and edged him until it seemed his stream of semen slowed. She had complete control over his orgasm, without any feedback from him. She somehow knew exactly where his orgasm was and how to keep it at bay. Johnny was in a trance. It was like a dream in which he couldn't run or act or speak. He looked at the clock on the wall. She had held him nearly 15 minutes on the doorstep. Just one little stroke, one little touch away...

"Johnny, are you going to keep bringing contraband into this school?" Mother Francine asked. Johnny's whole body was quivering and shaking. Johnny pleaded and stammered. "Mother Francine, I will do anything and...everything you ask me to do."

She gripped and cupped his balls so hard he wanted to scream. "Are you going to bring more of these pornographic magazines into our School?" Johnny breathed hard and rapidly. In a pained whispered scream he replied,

"Never! Never again...Mother!"

Johnny looked down at her. She was staring at his cock intently and he thought he could see a faint smile on her lips. Holding his shaft firmly, Mother Francine began to rub her thumb over the under belly of his cock directly behind the tip. "That is very good to hear Johnny," she said with a sort of dark satisfaction. She was finally allowing him through the door.

As he began to orgasm, pulse after pulse of cum began to cover the desk. Francine gasped audibly. "Oh, my!" She exclaimed in disbelief and shock. "It is far, far worse than I had imagined!"

Francine continued to milk and stroke him until the tip of his cock was dry. When she finished, johnny fell forward on the desk panting heavily. Francine threw her gloves in the trash in frustration and walked back to her desk, shaking her head in disbelief.

"There is 10 times the amount of that filth in your body than is normal." Johnny looked at her blankly, unable to comprehend words. He pulled his pants up. His cock was numb and limp.

"I thought we would only need one treatment to fix you," she mused in disbelief. "But.. I believe you'll require daily treatment the rest of the semester."

Johnny nodded. "If you say it's best Mother Francine." He walked to the door without words or thoughts. It was going to be the best semester of his life, he imagined.