Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,72

completely bizarre combination of qualities to witness in a nun.

“Umm, bend over the bed when you’re ready,” I instruct her while trying to keep my voice steady and not let my nervousness show.

Emily doesn’t answer but simply does as I order, and I’m thankful when she bends over her own bed and not mine; I don’t think I could do this if she was on my bed. I move closer to her, and knowing what I’m about to do makes my heart start pounding. Before I completely lose my nerve, I bend forward and grasp the hem of her habit and lift it to her waist, exposing her barely clothed behind. Emily then grabs the habit with one hand, holding it in place for me, and with the other hand, she lowers her underwear, unveiling her ass.

Lifting my hand, I send up a quick prayer for patience and guidance before landing the first spank. It’s not hard, and she barely makes a sound. I’ll have to be harsher if this is to make her repent her sins and help me step into the role of teacher for her. The second spank makes the globe of her butt jiggle, and Emily lets out a small puff of air. Not enough.

Three, four, five...each harder than the last until my hand is beginning to sting, and Emily is now letting out more than airy gasps with each blow.

“Keep going,” she urges, and I do.

I keep punishing her until my palm is pink and throbbing, and I can see the matching glow on Emily’s asscheeks. I’m losing myself to the punishment, relishing the power of being the one in control of this…of Emily. What’s happening to me?

Emily is whimpering now, and the last spank garnered a small sob. I’ve lost count, and it feels like we’ve been here for hours with me beating on her ass with the palm of my hand. My next strike misses its target, landing lower on the curve of her ass above her thigh, and she lets out a small shriek of pain. Encouraged, I repeat the action on the other cheek until Emily is white-knuckling her habit and weeping, the sound muffled by her blankets.

“Enough,” Emily sobs breathlessly, dropping the habit over her bright-pink ass.

I step away from where she remains bent over the bed, my eyes widening when she turns her head to face me, and I see her teary eyes and swollen lips.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure what came over me,” I stammer, reaching out to her.

Emily lets me wrap my arms around her, and even though I’ve just spanked the devil out of her, I’m compelled to reassure her that my actions don’t reflect my personal feelings toward her. After a moment’s hesitation, she returns the embrace. I look at her countenance, our faces almost level, and I see the lingering sin lurking within her eyes. Then something switches within her, and leaning forward, she brushes her lips over mine.

I gasp and back away. “Are you truly repentant for what you did? It seems to me you’re uncaring of the effect your actions will have upon your soul should you continue down this path.”

It’s wrong. All of this is wrong, and she’s going to drag me down to hell with her if I don’t put a stop to it. I refuse to walk down this wicked path, not with her or anyone else. I pull myself away from her, and moving to my side of the room, I kneel beside my bed, press my palms together, and I pray.

Chapter Seven

Sister Emily

My ass smarts from my punishment, but Emily’s rejection of me makes my heart sting even more. I was caught up in the moment; a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions spurred me to act, and I kissed her. Pulling my underwear up, I hiss at the pain radiating through my ass. For someone so hesitant to punish my indiscretions, she sure went to town on me with her hand. Despite the fact she almost literally just spanked the skin from my ass, I’m tempted to lift my habit back up my legs, and expose the satiny stockings which adorn them to her again.

I watch Faith as she kneels on the paved floor beside her bed, head bowed in prayer. Her soft, silky lips silently shape the words for our Lord. She pauses in her prayer, and before continuing, she pokes out her pale-pink tongue and delicately traces her lips, leaving a trail of saliva glistening