Convent Education

Chapter 3 :

Strange Confession.

Miss knocked on a large oak door and we waited. A loud voice bid "Enter".

Caitlin opened the door and half pushed me through, closing it behind me.

I looked round as I stood nervously by the door. It was a large room with an enormous black desk to the left. The floor was polished wood and bare except for a large Persian rug in the centre.

"Here girl" a strong baritone voice made me jump a little.

I saw the voice's owner, a red robed figure sitting in the middle of the room on a large throne like chair. He was pointing to a spot on the rug to the side of his feet. He was obviously a priest from the long cassock and berretta he wore but his red cassock was embroidered quite elaborately as opposed to the plain black ones priests normally wear. Directly in front of him was a kneeling girl, with a mass of curly black hair. That and her white blouse and grey skirt were all I could see as her back was towards me.

I padded across to the side of His chair. I felt awkward and gauche in just a shift and the silly knickers.

"Kneel" he almost sang "and compose yourself to receive the sacrament of confession girl"

I shivered as I saw his face close up. He looked about 50 with a long angular face dominated by a large Roman nose. His lips were thin. It was his eyes that made me shiver though, as he looked briefly at me. They were a kind of yellow, very pale and so cold. I quickly dropped to my knees facing him by the side of the chair thankful that it was the rug under my bare knees. The kneeling black haired girl lifted her head and smiled at me. She seemed about 16 or 17, quite pretty with dimpled cheeks and blue eyes. Like everyone I had seen so far she wore no makeup.

The seated figure turned his gaze from me and looked at her. "Come closer Louisa my child and receive absolution". I watched as she shuffled closer on her knees, her black curls almost brushing his red robe. Slowly he got to his feet; stood towering over her. He dropped his hands to the folds of his red cassock and pulled it upwards, gathering the material in his hands. As he raised the skirt I saw first his black polished silver buckled shoes, then his ankles and legs covered with black silk stockings that were held up by gaiters. His legs were quite thin and hairless. I pressed my hands together as if I were praying watching fascinated and bemused.

When the hem of the robe was just higher than Louisa's head he stretched his arms out and then he dropped it enveloping her completely apart from the soles of her shoes. He slowly sat down on his chair. His legs were spread wide the red cassock now stretched out like a tent with her inside. I could clearly see the outline of her head as the material draped over her kneeling figure. He placed his left hand, the third finger displaying a large jewelled ring on her covered head. He sighed briefly and then placed his right hand on my head. The fingers of his large hand gripped my scalp under my hair. I winced.

This seemed to me a very strange way of hearing confession. I was used to a closed confessional box and anonymity. He started to intone some Latin as he pushed at Louisa's head under his robe. Her head slowly lowered and she shuffled forward a little so I could no longer even see her feet. I gulped not believing what was happening. He leaned back in the large chair closing his eyes, his hand still on my head, fingers digging into my scalp. His left hand still held the top of Louisa's head through the material. Slowly at first it moved back and forward; then as if being urged by his hand it moved more quickly in a steady rhythm

I shuddered, my head still firmly gripped, "Oh God " I groaned to myself " she is sucking him off under his cassock"!

I was so close I could hear the wet slurping sounds clearly from under the robe. I sneaked a look at him, my head still held immobile. He was smiling as he leaned back breathing more quickly. After a while he groaned and his hand tightened, painfully hurting my scalp as his other hand, knuckles white, pulled her head violently towards his cassock-hidden crotch. I heard a muffled yelp and choking and coughing sounds. He gasped loudly and groaned half lifting his legs. Then he shuddered and sank back slackly in the chair the hand holding Louisa's head relaxing. I heard her coughing and panting for air. He loosened his grip on my head but kept it resting there.

I was stunned and shocked, my scalp sore from where he had gripped me as he had come. I swallowed and watched unbelievingly as the girl slowly backed out on all fours from under his cassock. She slowly straightened up and knelt again as before. Her face was flushed and her black curly hair dishevelled. She smiled up at the Priest, her lips and chin wet. There were strands of white cum on her lips. Her pink tongue snaked out; slowly she licked her lips clean.

He made the sign of the cross over her head and whispered to her "Go now my child, your sins are forgiven". With that she got to her feet, looked at me briefly, smiled and then turning, walked to door her hips swaying under her long grey skirt. Heels clicking on the wooden floor, she left shutting the door firmly behind her.

He sighed and then said " On your feet now Phillipa and stand in front of me" I rose and slowly stepped to stand in front of him, just over an arm's length away. He half turned and picked up a pink folder from the desk behind him. I kept my gaze fixed on the large wooden crucifix that hung from a beaded chain round his neck. I didn't want to look into his strange eyes.

He opened the file and started reading as I stood there trembling. My mind was in turmoil; all the bizarre and frightening experiences of the last few hours had left me totally disorientated and numb. I had no point of reference- nothing made sense- certainly nothing in my life so far had prepared me for the horrors I had witnessed.

"So" he said, and I looked at him "you are our newest Penitent girl, the one who tried to seduce her own father?"

I was too embarrassed and shocked to speak. I nodded and looked up.

He glared at me, his yellow eyes so cold; they seemed to look right inside me. I realised I wasn't supposed to nod, so I stammered

" Monseigneur I didn't really mean to seduce him". He looked at me steadily and I bit my lip.

Weakly I whispered "Yes"

"I don't think you are yet ready to receive the sacrament child" he hissed "we need to drive out those lustful and impure thoughts that possess you". He glared at me and I was too numb and exhausted to protest. "Strip off your clothes " he ordered thickly "With God's help I will exorcise the evilness that you have succumbed to".

I wanted to protest. This was wrong; it was he who was impure, he who had just had oral sex under the guise of confession. I felt lost in a world of perversity where nothing made sense. His eyes bore into mine as he watched my confusion and despair. I swallowed remembering how cruelly the girls I had seen in the infirmary had been caned and beaten. Remembering Caitlin's last words to me.

Reluctantly with shaking hands I stripped naked, the shift and bloomers pooled at my bare feet. I hung my head, my now loose hair shrouding my face; arms crossed covering my breasts, trembling thighs pressed tightly together.

"Stand properly girl" his voice was like a whip cutting into me "Feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind your neck and elbows out". Flushing I shuffled my feet apart and raised my arms, interlacing my fingers behind my neck. This position was so revealing and I felt vulnerable and exposed. I wanted to run, to escape, to get away from him but I was so weary and full of despair; so I just stood there displayed for him, utterly cowed. He beckoned me closer till my bare shaking legs were almost touching his knees as he sat upright in his chair.

"Look at me child" he ordered his voice a little softer " and listen carefully. I know all this must seem strange to you, plucked as you have been from your easy and amoral life in England. For the next 3 years at least your body and soul will belong to us. You will be taught humility and obedience. It will be hard and painful. The regime here has to be strict, as young girls are particularly licentious and wilful. A fertile field for the devil to sow his wickedness." His yellow eyes bored into mine as he continued

"At the end of your time here you will be an obedient good catholic girl. Eager and anxious to please Our Holy Mother The Church in whatever way She decides to have you serve Her. You can do it either the hard or easy way but whichever you chose will not effect the result".

He finished and I saw his cold eyes sweep over me from my flushed face, down over my quivering body to my bare feet. As I stood there naked and posed in front a strange man, knowing all my body was revealed I felt a sudden wash of shame. Not at my nudity but at the realisation I was subconsciously pushing out my breasts, sucking in my tummy and easing my hips forward, accentuating the curve of my brown tufted mound. Part of me wanted him to admire me, to desire me. Despite all that had happened to me I found myself pushing my elbows back more, lifting my small firm breasts.

" Perhaps I am a slut " I thought " perhaps I am indeed wicked and sinful" I groaned softly deep in my throat unable to make sense of my feelings.

"Yes Monseigneur" I mumbled part of me longing for this to be over but another part finding it exciting. His voice and manner were hypnotically masterful; they seemed to brook no argument or dispute.

His hands went to the beaded chain and cross round his neck and he lifted it over his head carefully to avoid catching his berretta. He cradled the large wooden crucifix in his hands.

It was a black polished wood about 12 inches long. It was all one piece; the figure of Christ carved from the same piece of wood as the cross. The cross limbs were round as opposed to flat. It looked old and primitive.

"This is my sin-seeker" he said "open your mouth wide"

I obeyed as his eyes bored into mine. Reversing the cross he held it by the short upper end and slowly slid the long ebony rod into my mouth. I gagged as it forced it's way in touching the back of my throat. I gulped and tried to stay still though it hurt and made me feel a bit sick.

"Suck on it girl" he commanded " coat it with saliva"

I closed my mouth around the hard wood, sucking it. He slowly twisted it and then pulled it free. The black ebony was slickly wet. I swallowed.

"The sin-seeker tells me you lie often girl" he hissed. I was confused as to how he had worked that out but I licked my lips scooping spit back into my mouth.

He then traced the wet end of the cross down over my throat till it reached my breasts. I shivered, arms still bent at the elbows, hands behind my neck. The ebony rod felt cool against my warm skin He circled each nipple in turn with the butt of the cross. I gasped softly, the sensation was pleasant and my nipples responded.

"I see that you have trouble with the sin of impurity " he murmured leaning forward staring at my hard nipples. I bit my lip and stayed silent. His hand moved down tracing the end of the cross over the slight swell of my tummy, pressing the butt into my soft flesh. He stopped at my mound and ground the wooden end hard against it and I winced.

"Your file says you are still a virgin girl " his voice was soft now but insidiously probing "How often do you masturbate?"

I blinked and rocked slightly on my bare feet, flexing my toes to keep my position as he pushed harder just above my slit.

"Occasionally Monseigneur" I whispered huskily.

At that he looked into my eyes and smiled " let's see if my sin-seeker agrees."

With that he slid the cross lower till the end rested against my cunt lips. I flinched, thinking he meant to shove the long shaft inside me. I was wrong.

"Lower your hands" he commanded "grasp the cross by the head.

As if in a trance, I slowly obeyed. His hands brushed mine as I replaced his fingers with mine. He sat back, yellow eyes fixed on the black cross that was poised against my cunt.

"Squat a little and push the holy cross deep inside your sex as far as it will go. I want you to force it inside you in one movement" he barked "push it deep till you crush Christ's arms against your labia lips".

I whimpered softly, hands trembling. Suddenly, as if breaking out of a trance I felt a surge of anger. All the horrors I had seen, the humiliation I had been subjected seemed to explode in my brain. My mind screamed at me "this is wrong, this is a sacrilege" I shook myself, straightened up and howling with despair and guilt I threw the cross at him. "No I wont" I shrieked.

The heavy wood hit him in the face and the edge caught his cheek drawing blood. I stood there shaking and panting aghast at what I had done. His head rocked and a look of amazement crossed his face, quickly followed by a look of anger. His left hand shot out and he slapped me hard across my face, his heavy ring catching my lip. I squealed, the slap knocking me off balance and I folded at the knees and slid to the floor. He rose to his feet, towering over me like a red robed devil. I felt a sudden violent blow to my tummy as he kicked me hard. I gasped, winded and let out a yelp as I curled up on the floor hugging my tummy.

A bell sounded loudly and the doors burst open. I looked up from the floor, face wet with tears gasping at the pain in my belly. Sister Theresa and a brown robed monk hurried in.

"What on earth has happened Monseigneur" the Sister asked, her voice strained with concern.

"This little she-cat attacked me Sister " said the Priest, dabbing at his cut cheek with a handkerchief. "Get her out of my sight, she is possessed."

The Sister strode to where I lay curled up whimpering on the floor, feeling sick. She bent down and grabbed my hair trying to haul me to my feet. I screamed at the pull on my hair, kicking and fighting, arms and legs flailing.

She called " Brother come and help me get control of this slut"

The tall monk stepped behind me, reached down and grasped my arms, pinioning them behind my back. He was very strong and I screamed as he forced my hands up my back and half lifted me to me feet. He held me tightly as Sister Theresa, face flushed from her exertions, back handed me twice viciously across the face. Stunned, head reeling I stood there held up by the monk, sobbing with fear and anger.

"What do you want done with her Monseigneur?" she asked panting slightly.

Fearfully, through the veil of tears coating my eyes I looked at Him.

He stood there still dabbing at his cut cheek. "I want her beaten till she howls for mercy" he said " then I want her beaten again, I want her to regret the day she was born. You will see to it that she is conditioned and properly prepared for confession next Saturday. I don't however want her sedated at any time, let her feel every lick of pain, every sense of degradation. I will leave the details to you" he smiled evilly at me as he finished "I know you are an expert Sister but please remember no permanent scarring she is still valuable".

Sister Theresa smiled and nodded. "Of course Monseigneur, I promise You will not recognise her inside a week. May I get one of my assistants to tend to your cut ?" she enquired solicitously.

He shook his head, "I will get it attended to at the Residence he said, "curfew is near, send Brother Stephen back here when he has helped you take the girl back to the infirmary, he will drive me back." With that he ushered us away.

The brown robe Brother nodded and with a swift movement of his strong arms lifted me and draped me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I gestured feebly at my clothes still on the floor but ignoring me Brother Stephen strode out following Sister Theresa. I lay limp, all the fight knocked out of me. My tummy was hurting, as was my face. We soon reached the infirmary and I was tossed on an empty bed. I curled up naked in a ball hugging my tummy, still feeling sick.

"That will be all thank You Brother" the Sister said " I don't think we will have any more trouble from her and my assistant is on her way."

He wished her goodnight and left. I lay trembling, knowing I was going to regret my outburst, wishing I had just obeyed and shoved the bloody bit of wood inside me. Slowly my sobs slowed and I lay quietly. Anna and the other girl seemed to be sleeping. I heard the infirmary door open and a soft voice ask " Sister, You rang for me ?"

It was Caitlin and I felt a sudden lifting of my spirits. I looked up, my face tear streaked, my lip sore where it had been cut. I tried to smile at her, my belly still aching from being kicked. She was dressed in a long white nightdress, her head was bare and I saw her auburn short cut hair for the first time

"Yes " snapped Sister Theresa "this idiot here decided to attack the Bishop, cut His cheek open so she did".

"Gracious" said Caitlin horror-stricken "What on earth did she do that for and is the Monseigneur all right, should I attend Him?"

"No need Caitlin " Sister answered waspishly " He has to return to the Residence and as to why this stupid girl attacked him, I have no idea but " here she looked at Caitlin coldly " you were supposed to prepare her and it appears you failed"

I heard Caitlin gasp. "I did try Sister but I fear she is still very disorientated and I understand she was drugged before she arrived"

"Humph " snorted the Sister " be that as it may the Bishop is extremely angry and has ordered Phillipa punished harshly. No sedation either so she will have to just suffer unaided.

"Yes Sister " I heard a slight catch in Caitlin's voice " what do you plan for her?"

" A caning now, two days in the pit with no food or drink as a start, then regular beatings and conditioning in humility and obedience. Subject to her progress we will see. She is not to be permanently scarred of course and Monseigneur wants her at confession next Saturday suitably repentant and docile"

I lay there listening as if it were a dream, the reality of what was going be done to me slowly penetrating through my hurt and confusion. I whimpered and looked up at Sister Theresa and Miss Caitlin.

"Please " I croaked " I am sorry, let me apologise to Monseugneur, I will do whatever he wants, please don't hurt me" I burst into tears again.

Sister Theresa's voice was glacially cold " Too late, you will be punished Phillipa, you need pain to curb the lustful feelings in your body, you will be humiliated to curb your pride and you will be conditioned to obey and serve"

She snapped at Cailtlin, "as you were responsible you will make the back for her caning, instruct her in the procedure while I go and find Father Whippy" She stamped down to the end of the room and disappeared through a door into the punishment room.

Caitlin reached down, grabbed my hand and hauled me to my feet. "I had just showered and was getting ready for bed when the alarm sounded girl, what on earth possessed you to attack the Bishop?"

Sobbing I started to explain. Caitlin cut me short " you stupid stupid girl, what did I tell you??

I nodded, tears flooding down my face.

"Ok " said Cailtin "we don't have long, remember what I tell you now and do it girl or you will be caned till you pass out".

I sniffed back my tears and listened wide-eyed, shaking with fear. I looked at her and saw her green eyes full of sadness and concern.

"Father Whippy is the cane Sister will use on you" she started to explain "when she puts it to your mouth kiss it. After each stroke say "that is one, or two or whatever number it is and add "thank you Sister".

She shook me "Do you understand- its very important" she hissed.

Weakly I nodded " will it hurt very much" I asked, "will she cane my breasts like Anna's ?"

She sighed and looked at me, " Not your breasts Phillipa, you are too young for that. It will be on your bottom and yes Phillipa it will hurt but I will be holding you so do what I have told you and you will get through it. Also try not to tense your buttocks, try and relax, that will lessen the hurt a little. Now put your arms out in front of you grasp your wrists tightly and put them round my neck".

As I was doing this Sister returned flexing a long thin cane in her hands. "Get her ready and make sure you take position to ensure the cameras record everything. I am sure Monseingneur will want to see this" she snapped at Caitlin.

I stretched out my bare arms, grasping my wrists. Caitlin turned her back to me, dipped a little as she was some 7 inches taller. She reached behind her took my arms and placed them round her neck, her hands under my forearms gripping tightly. She leaned forward a little and straightened up to her full height. This lifted my feet from the floor and pulled me forward so I rested against her back. My naked body curved as it moulded against her. I was aware of the firmness of her body under her nightgown. She moved to the centre of the room carrying me easily on her back.

Sister Theresa stepped towards my face and placed the cane edgeways against my mouth. I closed my eyes and swallowing softly kissed the thin hard wood. She stepped back and to the side. Caitlin's grip under my forearms tightened and I could feel her body trembling a little as she braced herself, her legs slightly parting. Despite my fear, no not fear, my absolute blinding terror, I was still aware of my naked body pressed against hers; my breasts flattened against her shoulders, my mound crushed against the upper swell of her buttocks.

"A little higher please Caitlin " I heard the Sister speak. "

Caitlin bowed a fraction more and my bottom was raised. I squeezed my legs together dreading the cane catching my sex.

"Good" said Sister " that's perfect " a nice pert bottom for Father Whippy to enjoy.

I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself. I heard the hiss of the cane through the air and then my whole world exploded in surge of the most excruciating pain. A lance of fire seared across my buttocks, sending shock waves shuddering through me. I pressed my face against Caitlin's neck screaming in agony. My legs kicking wildly, I writhed on her back. Her hands tightened holding my arms to her, her fingers squeezing as if to relieve some of the hurt.

Slowly the intensity of the pain lessened slightly. It felt so hot, as if a line of fire had been painted across my buttocks. Shuddering I lay panting on Caitlin's back. I heard her whisper hoarsely " don't forget what to say".

Choking back my sobs I grunted " That was one, thank You Sister"

"Two inches higher please Caitlin" Sister's voice was calm "Father Whippy doesn't want to kiss where he has been before".

Caitlin bowed a fraction lower raising my bottom. I made myself relax and drape against her. Her fingers stroked my arms in comfort it seemed as her strong hands and arms held me.

Again the hiss as the cane whistled through the air. I jerked and screamed as it bit deeply into my buttocks just under the previous blow. The pain was only fractionally less intense. Caitlin, under me, staggered a little then gripped my arms fiercely as I tried to let go and slide off her back. I shrieked, my throat sore as the cruel cane tore howls of anguish from my body. My heart was pounding so hard shaking me from head to foot. Her nightdress under my face was soaked with my tears. I bit down hard on the material. I could no longer think of anything but my pain, it overwhelmed me, blotting out everything else.

Caitlin's voice whispered at me urgently through the red pain filled mist that clouded my mind

"Count and thank Phillipa".

I lifted my head and groaned "that was two, thank You Sister".

Her voice seemed to come from faraway "Good girl; Father Whippy is loving your arse Phillipa, Just a little higher Caitlin" she purred.

I felt Caitlin shift slightly and I dropped my head. Again I heard the dreaded hiss .

The cane bit hard into a new part of my abused bottom. Again the lance of fire tore through me, I could no longer scream, my throat was raw and sore. I felt myself slipping away, I wanted to slip into unconsciousness, slip into darkness, anything to escape the pain filled reality of my world. My body felt numb apart from my buttocks which were a mass of fiery agony.

I couldn't take much more of this I knew. From somewhere I remembered and through my bleeding bitten lips I sobbed "That was three, thank You Sister"

Caitlin's hands held me tighter as if she sensed how close I was to losing it completely. I had no more tears left to cry. I buried my head against her neck as she raised me a little higher.

"Very good Caitlin" the Punishment Sister panted softly "As Phillipa is obviously unused to corporal punishment and has been so good this will be the last for now. Father Whippy has picked out a special place for his goodnight kiss. He likes to finish at that lovely tender spot where thighs dimple into the swell of buttocks".

I felt the cane touching me on the underside of my buttock cheeks at the top of my thighs. She pressed it firmly as if marking the exact spot. I gritted my teeth, the knowledge that this was to be the last gave me courage and I hugged Caitlin's neck tight. I heard the hiss again and bit my lower lip hard tasting my blood.

The cane struck me with such ferocity that I felt Caitlin stagger under me as I screeched in agony. This hurt more than any of the others. My legs jumped compulsively as the pain sliced into my tender flesh. I jerked and bucked; screaming at the top of my lungs, my head dropped back and my whole body spasmed, muscles locked. I would have slipped off had not Caitlin's strong arms gripped me tight pinning me to her back. My buttocks were shuddering in agony as the abused nerve endings sent messages of outrage and pain to my brain.

Slowly Caitlin released my arms and I slid to the floor, my legs too weak to support me. Tears were streaming down my face; I licked my lips tasting the salt and the coppery taste of my blood. My buttocks pulsed, the skin hot and tight, the last strike had been wicked and cruel. I slumped on floor, curled up, sobbing. Sister leaned down and pushed the cane against my bruised mouth. I groaned softly, I wanted to bite the cane, to destroy it for hurting me so but remembering, I just kissed it, leaving a trace of blood from my lips to mark the wood.

"That was four, thank You Sister" I sobbed, my throat scratchy and sore.

She looked at me and smiled coldly " well-done girl ". Then she straightened up and snapped at Caitlin, "Put her in the pit while I mark up the punishment book"

Caitlin took my hands and slowly pulled me to my feet. Even the smallest movement sent waves of pain through me. The skin on my bottom was stretched tight; even clenching my buttocks was agony.

"Shall I cream her buttocks first ?" Caitlin asked, her voice strained.

I looked up as I lay curled up whimpering on the floor.

"No Caitlin" Sister's voice was quite sharp. "No sedation and no pain relief, you heard the Bishop's wishes." Her voice then changed in timbre as she asked sharply "I hope you are not developing feelings for the girl Caitlin?"

"No Sister " she replied " I was merely concerned as to scarring, but" ; here she stopped and gripping my hair tightly, stood me straight and dropped her other to my pain seared bottom.

"You have certainly marked her well Sister. No cuts but some exquisite stripes". As she finished her hand closed round one of my cheeks, gripping it hard, fingers cruelly pinching a welt. I jerked and screamed at the sudden stab of pain.

Sister Theresa laughed softly, "Good girl Caitlin but we do have another slight problem; it seems Phillipa has trouble with her bladder".

She pointed to the floor, a small puddle of liquid pooled there on the tiles." I think the slut has peed and from the dampness on the back of your nightdress it isn't the first time.

I flushed with shame. I had not realised I had lost some control of my bladder whilst being caned. Caitlin pulled at my hair forcing my head back.

"Naughty dirty girl" she hissed "perhaps we should fit you with a catheter in future"

I felt such despair, so alone and betrayed, even Caitlin who I thought liked me and would befriend me had turned against me.

"Should we get the dirty girl to lick the floor clean?" she asked the Sister.

"That would certainly be entertaining " Sister Theresa answered "especially for our viewers, a nice red welted arse high in the air as she licks up her piss on all fours, but", she paused " we haven't time now, get her into the pit and one of your penitent girls can clean it up tomorrow. Its time lights were out and you bedded your dormitory down for the night. I will see to the two girls here and then bolt Phillipa in for the night"

With that, Caitlin half carried, half dragged me down the room to the door leading to the punishment room...............