Chapter 15 #2
With a belabored sigh, Reverend Mother Veilentine sat on her leather rolling chair.
“Yes,” she answered. “Once when you first came here. Shaking like a twig, terrified I would strike you with a ruler. Second, when I caught you drooling over women at Mass and brought you here to ask if you’d like to begin our… prayer sessions.”
My thighs clenched together on instinct. “Am I here to be punished?”
“I prefer the word discipline.” Veilentine reached into her drawer, rifling around for something. “What do you believe you should be punished for, Sister Jezebella?”
Curse her elegant and sexy way with loaded questions.
“I… uh… I don’t…”
“Here it is,” she said triumphantly, pulling out a rectangular bottle of amber liquid. A red wax seal dripped over the corked top. “New bottle,” she explained needlessly. “Mr. Hutchins has them shipped to Batilda’s tavern for me; she brings a new bottle to me, oh, every month or two.”
With no clue as to why she was sharing this information with me, I simply nodded like a fool as she removed the wax seal and uncorked the alcohol.
Grabbing two tiny glass cups from her desk, she poured the pungent amber liquid and slid mine towards me.
“Now, what were we discussing? Ah, that’s right, punishment. ”
I rotated the glass on the table with my thumb and forefinger, needing to busy my hands with something. “Can I ask you something first?”
Veilentine leaned back in her chair, resting her elbows on the arms while twiddling her thumbs. The woman eyed me like a wolf must eye a lamb. It was always difficult to even breathe around my Reverend Mother. “Yes, you may ask.”
“Were you married before you came here to Altar Church?”
Something brief and indiscernible flashed across the prioress’s gaze, but it was gone in an instant. “Where did you hear that?”
“Sister Lilith.”
“The visiting nun has things to say about me, does she?”
“No,” I said a beat too quickly. “No, she does not. It only came up in casual conversation.”
“Discussion of my private, martial history is casual conversation amongst my inferiors?”
“That’s—that’s not what I meant—” My heart pounded in my chest as I adjusted my collar.
Veilentine picked up her glass and brought it to her lips. “Oh, do calm down, dear girl.” She took a small sip and closed her eyes, letting out a short breath. “God, how I love the burn.”
Curious, I took a sip myself and held back a cough. “Burn is an understatement.”
The corner of Reverend Mother’s mouth lifted. “I was married to a bishop for seven years.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Not many do, nor do I make a practice of speaking on it, though it seems a topic of interest to Silent Damnation’s visiting nun.”
“She’s not interested… we only thought it was a testament to your faith.” I fumbled over my words while clutching the fire-liquid in my palms. “To have been married and transition to being a reverend mother. Such a thing is not common, is all.”
Veilentine bristled. “Well, my late husband, Bishop Killian, would have hated what I have become. He’d much prefer to be dictating my actions from his grave. Would you like to go and ask Sister Lilith if that’s what she and her home church would prefer?”
“Sister, you’re taking me the wrong way.”
“Mother,” she corrected. “And I will take you any which way I please.”
All the air in my body heated. It could have been the alcohol, but I was sure it was her and her alone. “Yes, Reverend Mother,” I replied lowly, catching her hazel gaze.
Locking stares, Veilentine knocked back the remainder of her glass.
How it did not burn right through her, I had no idea.
The woman could juggle bones and drink fire, and I’d not bat an eye.
Wordlessly, she reached into a lower drawer.
My ass instinctually ached. What would it be this time?
A paddle? The whip? Reverend Mother loved spanking me as punishment, and god, I’d always loved taking it.
Though now… something felt a little different as my thoughts drifted to the sleeping angel in my room.
Was she okay after today?
Did she wonder where I was now?
“Sit back,” Valentine’s velvety voice commanded as she pulled something from the drawer and stood.
I did as I was told. “Yes, Reverend Mother.”
“I would say, good nun, but you aren’t, are you?” She sauntered over and stood in front of me. “Were you even going to tell me about today?”
“Wh-what about today?”
“Think, my dear faithful servant, think very carefully.”
I shook my head, her proximity dizzying my thoughts.
“Of what… of whom… you found in the prayer closet during confession?”
“Oh? Oh.”
“Yes? And what did you think of such a discovery?”
Where was she going with this? “I—I don’t know. Truthfully, I did suspect they were more than… you know… friends and Sisters in Christ.”
“Would you have told me that you found them in such a state of nakedness and fornication?” Reverend Mother looked down at me with an intense, hazel stare.
She’d know if I lied. I don’t know how she’d know, but I knew she would. My face scrunched as I lifted my shoulders. “Honestly? No, I wouldn’t. Their… love… is between them. It is none of my business and I see no harm in it. Though, they should be more careful in choosing their time and location.”
Veilentine tilted her head and tapped something at her hip. I wanted to inspect it further, but couldn’t pull my gaze from hers, feeling that doing so would earn me more pain than pleasure. “Good,” she said finally. “Now, to discipline you.”
“Wh-what would you have me do?” My gaze fell to the apex of her thighs and my mouth watered. Though even as I considered it, my tastebuds recalled the flavor of Sister Lilith and longed for it, even with a beautiful prioress standing before me. God, what was wrong with me?
“No,” she answered my unspoken request. “That would be a blessing, a reward, a sacred treasure in heaven which you do not deserve.”
“Why don’t I deserve it? What have I done wrong?”
Reverend Mother leaned back against her desk.
So close to me that her skirts brushed mine.
“Oh, let’s see, what is the list now? Wandering off into the forest for one.
A midday beer at Batilda’s, gossiping about me with the newcomer, catching your sisters in the act…
all while ardently avoiding me. Which do you think is the worst of them? ”
Oh, hell.
“I—I’m sorry.”
Reverend Mother clicked her cheek. “No, you aren’t, but you will be.” She lifted the object at her hip, waving it slightly. “Do you know what this is? I’m assuming you do not.”
I shook my head, taking in the oblong, firm item.
“Allow me to demonstrate.” Reverend Mother parted her knees wide as she sat back on her desk.
Gathering her robes, she pulled them up to her hips and flayed them across her desk so they stayed put.
My breath hitched in my chest as she revealed her bare legs and naked ass.
In a quick instant, she picked up her feet and planted her heels on either side of the arms of my chair, giving me an up close and tantalizing view of her weeping cunt.
My mouth dropped open and I leaned forward on instinct.
Reverend Mother moved her foot and planted her toes against my chest, pushing me back.
“Uh huh.” She shook her head. “The bible says I must not spare you the rod. Follow me, Sister Jezebella, for I am your good shepherd, leading you in the way you should go. Watch closely now.” She held up the object. “This is called a dildo.”
“What is it for?”
“Fucking yourself, or with the help of a harness, fucking others.”
“Oh,” I breathed, reaching up to caress her leg as it pinned me to my seat.
She swatted me away. “No touching this time. You do not deserve it.”
“Please, Mother?” I begged pathetically.
“Absolutely not. Now, lean back and watch. Take in what you cannot taste, touch, or have tonight.”
Torture. This was torture.
Veilentine brought the dildo to my mouth and grazed the tip against my lips. “Suck on it.” I opened my mouth, allowing her to thrust the item in. Doing as I was commanded, I sucked, and sucked, wiping all the spit from my tongue over the firm but springy material.
With a quick movement, she withdrew, bringing the item to her pussy.
With agonizing slowness, she glided it down her slit, then up to circle her clit.
I’d never had such a clear and unobstructed view of her—of any woman, really.
The beauty and holiness of the female form never failed to send my soul into a state of rapturous worship.
All I desired was to drop to my knees in exaltation of god’s most glorious creation—a dripping cunt.
My breaths were heavy as I watched her. Veilentine leaned back on one palm while the other stroked. “Do you enjoy disobeying me, Sister?”
“No, Mother.”
“Oh, right now, in this moment, I’m mommy, aren’t I?”
My pussy ached as I felt my own wetness seeping through my undergarments. “Yes, mommy.” I gripped the bottom of my seat to keep myself attached to it.
“It’s important that the dildo be wet with lube. You or your partner can lick or suck it, which is my preference, or you can use some other sort of body-safe lubrication. Do you understand?”
There was no pulling my attention away from the movements of her hand gliding the object up and down her glistening slit.
“Sister Jezebella?”
I nodded. “Yes, Reverend Mother, I understand.”
“Good girl. Now, when you or your partner are ready and warmed up from the appropriate amount of foreplay…” She eased the tip over her opening.
My eyes widened and I leaned forward, holding onto my seat for balance. “Yes?”
“Slowly, reading your own body or her body… push inside…” Reverend Mother slipped half of the dildo inside of her pussy and angled it downward, giving me the most glorious view of it inside her.
I could have exploded. “Let me try—let me touch you?” I whimpered my plea.
“No,” she replied lowly. “Watch and be disciplined, like the good little follower of christ you are.” She pushed the dildo in further. “The bible says to be quick to listen and slow to speak. Where’s that verse found, Sister?”
My head spun as a gasp left my throat at the display between her parted legs. “James, book one, verse nineteen,” I said in a near moan as the sounds of her wetness squelched in the echo of the room.
“This discipline already aids you, Sister,” Veilentine said with a low, rough edge. “To bless you, I’ll allow you to bear witness to my peak.”
“On the contrary,” I replied, “this is the harshest punishment you’ve inflicted yet, Reverend Mother.”
Veilentine lifted her head and flashed a cat-like smirk. “This is all I’ve taught you in our prayer sessions, Sister. Guided you in the way of the light. I aim to show you the marriage of crucifixion and resurrection through our bodies, through our pain, amidst our bliss.”
I watched on as her head tilted back and she filled herself with the dildo, pumping it in and out. Her pussy swallowing it up, stretching to take it all, spitting it back out shiny and wet with her arousal, before sucking it back into her depths again.
In… crucifixion.
Out… resurrection.
Reverend Mother’s breaths were audible then.
My own wetness pooled between my thighs, and my skin felt as if it were on fire, dunked in the alcohol and burning with life and drunkenness.
Sister Lilith’s face flashed through my mind then.
A picture-perfect fantasy of her looking over her shoulder as I impaled her with this phallic object.
Her full lips parted, blonde hair messy, bare ass pressed against my hips as I pulled it in and out of her.
“God,” I groaned at the thought as I watched my Reverend Mother fuck herself on her desk.
“Eyes on my cunt as I come, Sister. You should know what it looks like, what it sounds like.”
“If jesus himself walked in here right now, I would not look away,” I murmured.
Reverend Mother let out a huff of a laugh that morphed into a moan as her pace with the dildo quickened. I noticed then she angled it so that as she pulled out, it grazed her clit before plunging back in. I made a mental note of that.
Lilith would love that, wouldn’t she?
I gripped the seat so hard I was sure I could break it, or my hands, if I wanted to.
Veilentine’s cunt eagerly took the dildo, her nectar pouring freely, pooling under her ass on the mahogany of her desk.
“God, yes, fuck,” she cried out, arching her back and thrusting her hips forward, burying the dildo to the hilt of where her fist gripped it.
The room spun as I worshiped in her hymnal.
Such a sacred space.
Awe and reverence filled me in the way priests described, yet I only felt during sex with a woman. This was my church, wasn’t it?
Reverend Mother stilled for a long moment, gathering her breath before finally pulling the dildo out and sitting up. She extended her arm, holding the base of the object. “Here you go. Take the toy and use it.”
“Really?” I asked, carefully accepting the warm and wet item.
“I shall not spare the rod of discipline from those who need it.” Reverend Mother smoothed her skirt down over her legs and stood. The pious prioress once more, as if nothing had happened.
I tucked the toy inside my robes. “Thank you.”
“You are dismissed, Sister. Go to bed.”
Reverend Mother went back to the seat at her desk and picked up her fountain pen, thumbing through the pages of her bible.
I lingered in the doorway, watching her for a moment before interrupting her late-night work. “Can I tell you something without telling you how I know it?”
Reverend Mother’s eyes flicked up like the whisper of the candle flames surrounding her. She considered a moment before inclining her head in the slightest of nods.
“Iris Maison is in danger. Her husband would see her dead by his hand… I worry he will do so.”
Our eyes locked through several more ripples of orange light, when my prioress finally looked back to her bible. “We shall pray for her. Good night, Sister.”