Chapter 25 #2
Sister Pandorian paused her bite. “He said that to you? Tell me you’re joking. There’s nothing the matter with your soul, Sister Jezebella. Don’t let any crotchety old fool who can’t even brew his own tea or write his own sermons tell you any different.”
I gave Pandorian’s arm a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you.” I scanned the crowd for Lilith, coming up short.
If Reverend Mother disappeared, I knew where she’d be, and I knew she was waiting for me.
Something had to give. The truth had to come out in some form.
Perhaps, I thought, it was time to trust her with the knowledge of my relationship with Lilith.
She’d seemed to accept Pandorian and Delilyx’s love affair…
it would be logical to assume she may accept mine as well.
At least if she knew, she’d know the conundrum I was in with being tasked to share information about her.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” I told my sisters. “The water should stay full for a while, I just refilled the carafes.”
Still no sign of Lilith, but perhaps that was a good thing, giving me ample time to slip away and meet with Veilentine.
Following my prioress’s earlier orders, I made my way to her office, finding the door ajar.
When I pushed it open, however, and made my way inside, she was not there to greet me.
Her few too many candles were lit, flickering the small space to life.
Her charcoal portrait of Mother Mary assessed me from her desk as I wandered around the room, taking it in like a kitten just let out of its cage.
Something caught my eye on her desk. A white book with no title and silver embossing sat next to a small stack of books that looked familiar.
Just as I’d discovered them in the attic, Anomalas Phytology, Astromancy, Syncretism, and Omnism sat on her desk.
Why did my Reverend Mother have these books, and how did she find them?
Leaning forward, my attention fixed on the white book. I flipped open the first page and my breath caught in my chest. In cursive scrawl, the inscription read: Prayer Journal of Lilith Celeste.
Unable to curb my snooping, I turned the page, skimming over a long prayer ending with those same words from the previous night. Let it be so.
Something creaked behind me. Before I could turn around and react, two hands were on my hips, pushing my pelvis onto the edge of the desk. Reverend Mother’s voice was a purr in my ear.
“Touching what does not belong to you, are you, Sister Jezebella?”
“It doesn’t look like this white book belongs to you, either.”
“You have strayed from the righteous path of obedience again. Stalking the halls at all hours of the night, listening to conversations not meant for you, sleeping through morning prayers, and now talking back to your Reverend Mother. What has gotten into you?”
“I didn’t mean to,” I answered, my voice a breathy whisper. “Like I said in the garden, I’m all mixed up right now.”
“Well, allow me to set you straight, little nun.” Reverend Mother pulled my tunic up over my waist. “Keep your palms on the desk and do not move,” she ordered, leaving to fetch something from a nearby drawer.
I couldn’t see what it was, but my body tingled in anticipation as heat flooded my core.
“Is this going to hurt?” I asked foolishly.
Of course it would. What’s worse is I would like it, and she knew I would.
My prioress yanked my undergarments and panties down, letting them fall around my ankles. “Spread your legs,” she demanded, ignoring my inquiry. “And arch your back like I taught you.”
I did as I was told, knowing it was futile to argue. “We should talk—about Lilith,” I said, looking over my shoulder, but quickly becoming distracted.
Reverend Mother tapped something long and flat against her hand. “It’s a paddle,” she supplied, answering the question plastered on my face. She flipped the black wood over, revealing a red, painted on design. “A cross, of course. What’s your safe word, little nun?”
“Jesus,” I whispered, feeling the tantalizing humiliation of my bare ass in plain sight as my elbows pressed against Veilentine’s cold desk.
“Good, now…” The cool, hard wood of the paddle caressed the back of my leg. “Pick a cheek to be spanked first. Left…” She tapped one side of my ass and then the other. “Or right?”
My mind fought to stay focused. We needed to talk…
but Veilentine wouldn’t make that simple.
These were our sessions, our prayers, and I had penance to pay for my sins before I’d be permitted to beseech her.
It was best to get it over with as soon as possible.
And granted, it was enjoyable punishment…
though it all felt different after Lilith.
Now that I had the two experiences with two very different women to compare, sessions with Veilentine were erotic and unpredictable and dancing between pleasure and pain…
but time spent with Lilith was tender, intimate in a way I’d never experienced before.
There was a fullness to our encounters that overshadowed my sex-only, praise and punishment, type of relationship with my Reverend Mother.
Everything felt different now.
However, my ass was about to feel just the same as it typically did… maybe worse.
“Left,” I whispered.
“Left, what?” My prioress purred behind me, running a lithe finger down my crack. “Have you forgotten your manners, too?”
“Left, Reverend Mother.”
“Say please. Say please, each and every time I bless you with my paddle. You’ll praise god for his mercy with every blow, and you’ll surrender. Your sins will drip from your wicked little cunt, won’t they Jezebella? Now, go on and say it. Beg. Say please.”
Anticipation built and built until my skin tingled and my hips involuntarily swayed, awaiting her strike. “Please, Reverend Mother.”
Pain shot across my left ass cheek, and I lunged forward, feeling the wind knocked from my lungs. “Please,” I whimpered. “Please, Reverend Mother.”
Another blast of pain spread across my right cheek. Each hit amplified the throbbing warmth between my thighs. I’d drip for her, my wetness was already seeping out.
As if reading my mind, or perhaps by now she could read my body, Reverend Mother straddled me from behind and hooked two fingers into my pussy, swirling them around.
“Your prayers are pouring from your cunt, Sister Jezebella.” I glanced over my shoulder just in time to watch as she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean. “Your prayers taste delicious.”
She stood back and positioned the paddle again. “Face that way and say it.”
I turned back, resting my forehead on the cold wood of her desk.
“Please,” I begged, just an octave louder than the previous time.
The pain and pleasure blurred my mind, and my thoughts becoming hazy was a welcome thing.
I didn’t want to think of anything else; I just wanted to feel for just a few moments. “Please, Reverend Mother.”
Answering my plea, she paddled my left cheek hard this time, forcing a moan from my throat. “Please, Reverend Mother,” I asked again, feeling the whoosh of the paddle as it got into position to hit my ass again.
Something creaked behind me, and I thought for a moment Veilentine had walked away to fetch something else, when a loud clamor banged across the floor. When I turned, still dutifully in the position Reverend Mother had instructed me to stay in, horror fell through me.
Lilith stood, hand to her mouth and wide eyes, with a tray of broken dishes and food dropped onto the floor.