Spanking In The Convent: Strict Nun Spanks Novice On The Butt
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Convent Sister Leads Novice Into Locked Scriptorium
The last echo of the vesper bell still hung in the vault when the voices in the choir stalls fell silent. The air in the chapel smelled of beeswax and cold stone, laced with a trace of incense still drifting between the columns.
Sister Agnes rose slowly, her habit rustling heavily. The wide leather cincture at her waist caught the candlelight. She walked with firm steps down the central aisle, her sandals slapping a dry, steady beat on the worn stone tiles.
Isabella still knelt, back straight, chin lowered. Her fingers curled around the rosary, the beads cool against her skin. She didn’t dare look up, yet she felt the shadow falling over her.
“Come with me,” Agnes said quietly, with no hint of warmth. Her voice was a command.
Isabella followed through the narrow side passage, past tilted frescoes whose colors seemed to fade into the dimness. The chill in the corridor crept through the thin linen of her habit. Their footsteps echoed together, Isabella’s lighter tread mixing with Agnes’s measured pace.
At the end of the passage, Agnes opened a low wooden door. The hinges gave a drawn-out squeal as they stepped inside the scriptorium. The room smelled of dry parchment, ink dust, and the resin of old candles.
Agnes slid the bolt shut. The short, metallic click was sharp in the small space, sealing them in.
Nun Places Sexy Novice Over Her Knee
Agnes stood close, her gaze traveling slowly over Isabella’s face. “You were unfocused in prayer.”
Isabella opened her mouth, but Agnes lifted a hand to silence her. “No words.”
Her fingers closed around Isabella’s upper arm. Firm, unyielding, almost like iron under fabric. She guided her to the table, pulled the wooden chair out, and sat down.
Without hurry but with complete control, she drew Isabella nearer until their knees almost touched.
“Bend,” she ordered, and before the girl could fully understand, Agnes’s arm was around her waist, pulling her forward.
Isabella’s torso landed on the table, her face just inches from a candle. The wick hissed softly, a thread of smoke curling upward. Her breath made the flame tremble.
Convent Sister Lifts Cheeky Novice’s Habit And Underskirt
Agnes’s hands were heavy and sure as they moved over Isabella’s back. They gripped the rough, scratchy fabric of her habit and pushed it upward. The sound of the coarse linen rustling filled the small room.
Beneath the habit was the underskirt — thinner cloth, worn, fraying at the edges. With both hands, Agnes gathered it and drew it slowly higher, as if savoring every moment.
Isabella felt the cool air of the scriptorium sweep instantly over her exposed skin. The stone floor below radiated chill that crept up her legs. Candlelight fell warmly across the curve of her bottom, every contour clear.
A flat palm pressed against her right cheek, testing, as if measuring the position. “Better this way,” Agnes murmured. “Nothing between us and the truth.”
Strict Nun Spanks Young Woman’s Bare Bottom
The first smack came without warning. Agnes’s palm struck the pale skin with a sharp, hollow sound that echoed in the silence of the scriptorium. Isabella let out a startled breath, then bit her lip.
Agnes raised her hand again, bringing it down hard on the other side. The flesh quivered under the impact, its color shifting from pale to rosy.
Left, right, in a steady rhythm. The sound of the blows mixed with the deep breathing of both women. After several strikes, Isabella’s skin began to glow with heat, the pink deepening toward a richer red.
When Isabella tried to pull away, Agnes’s grip around her waist tightened. “Stay still,” she commanded, her voice low but carrying complete authority.
The room was filled with the mingled scents of candle wax, the faint tang of old ink, and a new, warmer smell rising from the heat in Isabella’s punished flesh.
Agnes varied her pace, a flurry of quick, sharp slaps that stole Isabella’s breath, followed by slower, heavier ones that sank deep and made her press into the table.
Spanking In The Convent: Novice Writhes And Begs For Mercy
Isabella’s legs now kicked faintly, her bare calves brushing against the cool wood of the chair leg. “Sister, please…” Her voice was shaky, nearly a whisper.
Agnes paused, resting her palm on the heated flesh, pressing lightly as if to feel the burn she had created. “Do you understand now?”
“Yes, Sister… I’ll do better…”
Two more firm smacks followed, deep and resonant. Then the underskirt fell back into place, its coarse weave settling over the punished skin like a scratchy, stinging cover.
Agnes kept Isabella over her lap for a moment longer, smoothing her palm over the fabric in a slow, controlled motion. Finally she helped her stand, steady but unyielding.
Isabella stood with her head bowed, hands folded in front of her, the heat in her bottom throbbing with every breath.
Agnes lifted her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. “Go. And remember this hour when your mind strays again.”
The door creaked open, cold air spilling in. Isabella stepped out into the corridor, each step a silent echo of the punishment, each breath still carrying the scent of candle smoke and the faint metallic click of the bolt that had locked them inside.
