Tales From the Leather Nun

Note to Readers: This story was submitted into the Incest/Taboo category because of the taboo nature of the story, and not because of any incest, of which, there is none in this piece.

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With a soft whoosh, the screen in the confessional slid open.

"I have sinned since my last confession of two days ago."

"Continue," the faceless voice from the other side of the confessional intoned.

"I have had impure thoughts..." there was a pause. "Of you."

The slightest sound of a person clearing their throat sounded like thunder in the silence.

"And?"

"Last night, I couldn't help myself. I touched my sexual organ and became aroused. I have sinned," there was the sound of regret heavy on the voice. "I masturbated in front of God, and the Blessed Virgin."

"Did your sinful act cause you to -- climax?" The final word was almost a whisper.

With balled fists and clenched eyes, the confessor nodded. "Yes."

"You have sinned grievously, my child. Twenty-four Ave Maria, and twelve Pater Noster five times a day until your next confession. You will refrain from your pursuit of self abuse and one week from tonight you meet me in the courtyard behind the chapel for further penance after evening prayers."

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The two arrived at assigned location at the same time. Father Guilliame and Sister Benedicta stood and stared at each other for a very long time.

"It is good you are here, " Father Guilliame's voice was devoid of emotion.

Sister Benedicta gave a brief nod, "It is my duty to be here."

Pointing to the raised dais in the rear of the small courtyard, Father Guilliame looked at the Sister of the Most Holy Order of the Most Blessed Virgin and asked, "Shall we begin?"

"Yes," she replied as she turned and moved to the appointed place.

The Father followed the Sister, his hands clenched behind is back. He stopped once he had stepped up, his beady eyes following the sister. He licked his lips as she turned and faced him, her hands removing and folding her veil.

Sister Benedicta shook her long brown hair out after placing her wimple with the veil. A smile formed on her severe face as she watched Father Guilliame's eyes while she removed her habit.

His mouth dropped as eyes drank in her majesty. Sister Benedicta was transformed into the Leather Nun. A rich brown corset was her main garment. It pushed her breasts up high and together, the tops of her tawny nipples visible above the rich leather.

Her legs were wrapped with tight boots, the same color as the corset.

A fire burned in the Father's as his tenting trousers gave away his growing desire.

The Leather Nun tapped a crop against her boot as she looked towards the priest. "Remove your clothing." It wasn't a request, it was a direct order.

He quickly began removing his clothing, just dropping as it was removed, until was as naked as the day he came into the world. His manhood was stiff and pointing towards God.

Sister Benedicta pointed to spot directly before her, "Kneel, and I will hear your confession."

Father Guilliame attempted to hide his desire behind his hands, but the crop darted out and moved his hands away.

"I want to see all of you," Benedicta's voice was quiet, but carried authority.

His member was swollen and a mother of pearl droplet had beaded on the tip.

Father Guilliame stared at her boots as he began, "Forgive me Sister, for I am a weak mortal and have sinned since my last confession."

The crop reached out and tapped the priest on the tip of his erect sex, there was almost a hint of amusement in her voice. "Tell me."

"I have thoughts, Sister, impure thoughts," He winced as his swollen penis got slapped. "Of you, Sister, I have had very impure thoughts regarding you."

She ran the length of the crop along his swollen member, "And did touch this -- pathetic excuse while you had thoughts of your Mistress.?" His eyes flitted back and forth, like a mouse attempting to avoid the cobra, he wanted to lie, he wanted to say no, but he knew she would know. His voice was so soft it could barely be heard. "Yes."

The crop tapped on his heavy fruit, "Did you spill your seed and contaminate this holy place."

He winced as she batted his testicles like badminton birds. "Yes, sister, I did -- but only one time."

"Very good," Sister Benedicta purred. "Come forward and drink the nectar from my chalice."

Father Guilliame moved forward on his until his face was even with her sex. And she was smooth as a baby's bottom.

She raised her leg and put it over his shoulder, allowing him full access to her chalice of nectar. Sister Benedicta had freed her breasts from the tight confines of her corset and was busy teasing and licking her nipples to full erection.

He began to eagerly lap up her virginal honey. His fingers spread her flower, he tongue delved to places that had not known a man. Her fingers clawed at his head, pulling his mouth hard and close to her.

"Prepare yourself, when the time comes I will want you to anoint me with your Holy Scepter and Sacred Creme." Sister Benedicta's voice was wild and raw as she began to ride her to peak.

Father Guilliame sighed as his hand began to move back and forth along his tortured length.

"Now!" Her voice was like the furies.

He stood, and she knelt, and looked at his hand moving, "Give me your blessing, Father."

"Yes, my child, you are blessed," And at that moment a long string of his father juice spat forth on to her face and into her waiting mouth.

With each contraction, he blessed her again until he was spent.

The sat in the courtyard, each lost in thoughts. Finally, she pointed at his clothes. "You need to get dressed."

He noticed she wasn't getting dressed, "Are you not coming Sister."

She smiled and tapped his forehead lovingly with the crop, "No, Father, I still have other confessions to hear."