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should tell Mother Superior. Do you realize what you’ve done? You’ve disrespected God with your behavior. I knew you weren’t observing all the rules and virtues we’ve been taught, but I never expected this,” she says accusingly.

I can hear the disappointment in her voice, and my stomach twists. I didn’t mean to upset her, but sometimes these urges manifest themselves so strongly that I can’t resist them. Sin has both hands on me, leading me inexorably away from everything I hold dear, and yet I find myself unable to remove its grip.

There’s an innocence and goodness practically shining from Faith that drives me farther down the wrong path, and a part of me wants to drag her along with me.

“Please, Faith. This life means everything to me, and I can’t lose it, not over this,” I beg, falling to my knees in front of her.

“You should repent and be punished for your sin. I can’t keep this a secret,” she replies, sounding regretful.

My heart skips a beat at her words.

“You’re right, but you don’t have to tell Mother Superior. You should be the one to punish me for sullying our sanctuary with my misdeeds,” I suggest, looking up at her hopefully.

Faith hesitates, “I’m not sure that will be the appropriate course. I’m not Mother Superior.”

“No, you’re not. But like me, like the rest of us, you’re His daughter. You are an extension of Mother Superior, and you will be doing her work. Punishment is due, whether it be at her hands or yours, but it’s you I’ve disrespected in the sanctuary and home we share together, so it should be your hands that mete out the discipline.” I stare up at her, silently pleading with her to accept my repentance and the opportunity I’m offering her.

I’m not sure what will happen if she chooses to punish me, but I’d rather be at her mercy than Mother Bitch’s. The thought of Faith’s hands on me, touching me, punishing me sets my heart racing. I can still feel the dampness of arousal coating my pussy from the orgasm I had while I called out her name. It has to be her, no one else.

Chapter Six

Sister Faith

Emily’s asking me to punish her?

First I walked into our room to see her ringing the devil’s doorbell, and then I heard her calling out my name as she came. I wouldn’t have thought Emily could shock me any more today, but she’s just proved me wrong with her request. I’m not sure what to think. A small part of me is flattered, but mostly I’m appalled.

“I ought to go straight to Mother Superior about this. Is this what you’ve been doing every day, when you slip away from your chores?” I hiss, aghast.

She shakes her head, “No! This is the first time. I usually come back here to pray and rest.”

“I don’t believe you,” I say, frowning at her.

“It’s the truth. I promise I’m telling you the truth, so please don’t go to Mother Superior,” Emily pleads, looking imploringly up at me from where she’s kneeling.

I bite my lip, uncertainly. I’m unwilling to create an even wider chasm between us by calling for Mother Superior to deal with the situation. Plus, I’m being relied upon to bring Emily into line by showing her what it means to be truly diligent to our Lord and Covenant. I can feel myself caving to her pleas because it’s not only Emily who’ll have failed in the eyes of our Mother Superior. Decision made. I’ll do it just this once, but next time I won’t hesitate to take it further.

“Fine,” I say, grudgingly, noting the look of surprise and relief on Emily’s face at my acquiescence.

“Thank you,” she replies, and genuine gratitude bleeds through her tone.

“Have you got a cane, or should I just use my hand?” I question, glancing around at our meager belongings for something I could use and feeling like a complete novice at this, which I am.

I’m already having second thoughts, but I’ve told her I’ll do it, so I will.

“You can use your hand. The cane is much louder, and I will be too if you use one. Considering we are keeping this between ourselves, I think subtlety and stealth would be best. Besides, it’s not the implement you use, it’s the punishment that matters,” she reasons.

I nod in agreement, wondering what on earth I’ve gotten myself into with Sister Emily. This woman is nothing like I expected, she’s a pious sinner and it’s a