Although it is now some years ago that I attended my boarding convent on the
outskirts of London I still have the most vivid memories of my later years when
the punishments handed out would have landed the nuns in jail today. Hardly a
day went by without a lecture on the sanctity of our bodies and a whole load
more moral issues and the terrible sins we should avoid.

Of course, telling this to 20 or so late teenagers not only fell on deaf years,
but intrigued us all the more about the terrible sins you could commit with your
bodies! This was all over 20 years ago when it was not unusual for girls still
to be virgins at 18. This did not mean we did not know about boys, but the
educational establishment our parents had chosen for us was not conducive to
frequent orgies, at least not with boys, but that is another story.

The strict discipline was a feature of the school and indiscretions and sins
were punished harshly by the nuns. We had of course all heard stories of some of
the more serious punishments, but only snippets. It was well known that the nuns
were big on humiliation and of course it was this fact that caused most
recipients to keep the details of their times with Mother Superior to
themselves, this in turn made the fear much greater and no doubt the nuns liked
this air of mystery to keep us in line.

My first serious punishment was as a result of a dare. It was rumoured that the
maintenance man had a huge cock, and I took the dare to find out, how I was
meant to know a big one from a small one I had no idea, I had never set my eyes
on one before, but it was the thrill of seeing one at all that drove me on. It
wasn't hard to get Dave interested, a smile as he passed normally got a response
and it was not long before we agreed to meet in the woods at the great oak and
that we would approach from different directions after classes that evening. I
was nervous and excited all day, I hadn't told the girls we had made a date as I
was scared they would sneak up and watch us.

At last it was time to go, I had washed and changed my pants, what would he do,
was I going to let him go all the way, what was I doing, risking all the
terrible consequences the nuns had told us about for years, for a dare! My
thoughts raced through my mind as I walked through the woods and then I was
there, so was Dave.

I felt so awkward, but he was a kind man, only a few years older than me and he
started gently kissing me. He took things very slowly and got me really excited,
he asked me about what we all did for sex, did we do things to each other in the
dormitory, did we touch ourselves in bed. I told him small bits and it really
seemed to turn him on, he put my hand on his cock and I stroked it through his
jeans, at the same time telling him how we all played with ourselves and
sometimes each other.

He unzipped his jeans and stroked his cock free, it certainly seemed huge, he
put my hand on it and it throbbed. He asked to see my pussy and I thought that
was fair as he was showing me his cock, so I slipped my panties down and pulled
up my skirt, he was stroking his cock all the time and it seemed to get bigger
by the second, I was feeling hornier by the second.

Dave asked me to play with myself like we did in the dorm, so I slowly began to
finger myself and he wanked faster in front of me, he kneeled up and asked me if
I would kiss it, I hesitated and thought what the hell, wait till the girls hear
about this one! He told me to keep touching my pussy as I sucked his now
enormous cock that stretched my lips wide.

This was when Sister Agnes screamed at us from behind a bush, she came running
towards us calling us all sorts of devils and sinners. Dave pulled his jeans up
and ran, his cock waving too and fro as he pulled his pants up as he ran, it
would have been laughable if it were not so serious. I could of course not run,
I had not even removed my pants, they were around my ankles and I was sitting on
the floor.

Sister Agnes grabbed me in a flash and told me to get dressed and report to
Mother Superior's Office. She disappeared back towards school. What had I done,
what would Mother Superior say, what would she do! My mind filled with the
frightening stories of punishments lasting hours and the pain and humiliation
she inflicted. I wanted to run away, but where, if I went home my father would
cane me and bring me straight back, that is why he sent me here to be
disciplined.

I reported to Mother Superiors office, I had no choice, this is what I had been
told to do and that is exactly what you do when brought up in an environment
where you always do as you are told. I knocked timidly on the door and it was
yanked open by Sister Agnes, the MS was behind her desk and her deputy Sister
Alice was to her right. I felt like a convict on death row must feel on that
last walk, it seemed to take ages to get to the desk, I looked at the floor.

"Sister Agnes has told me about your lewd act with a man and the disgusting way
you abused your own body in front of him, you will receive two hours of
punishment, go and clean yourself up and return here in one hour." An hour, to
wait, why could she just not get on with it I agonised. I slowly went to the
dorm and the girls wanted to know what was wrong, well I told them about Dave's
cock to shrieks of horror at the thought of putting one of those things in your
mouth!

Then of course the questions start, how long, how thick, what did it taste like,
did stuff come out, what did I do, and so on. Then I told them about Agnes, the
room silenced and the girls were horrified, what was going to happen to me, I
had been caught sucking on a big fat cock by a nun! And I hadn't told them the
bit about me playing with myself at the same time! My God, the time, only 10
minutes to go. I changed my pants and socks to remove any leaves and debris from
the woods and put on newly pressed regulation pleated skirt, straightened my tie
and took myself off to receive the worst.

After a fifteen minute lecture on my sins, during which the other two nuns
nodded sternly, the MS announced that as I enjoyed exposing my body so much, my
punishment would be carried out with me naked. My God, naked, in front of the
three of them, how humiliating, but of course that was part of it. I just stood
there, frozen to the spot, then a swish and a cane striped the back of my
thighs.

"Strip, girl!" shouted the MS, and I slowly removed my clothes, pausing at my
bra and pants only to receive another stripe from the cane. She stopped me at my
socks as the floor was cold. My hands were clasped in front of me trying to
cover myself. "Hands to your sides girl, we can't be shy now, Sister Agnes tells
me you were certainly not shy in the woods today. Sit on the floor girl, show me
how you were sitting in the woods." She couldn't be serious, sit on the floor
with my legs apart? She was, another stinger from the cane and I dropped to the
floor and parted my legs slightly, MS looked enquiringly at Sister Agnes who
moved her hands apart to indicate the position she had witnessed, I moved my
legs some more until, after a few attempts they were as wide as they had been in
the woods. The three nuns sat on stools in front of me staring at my pussy, I
wanted the ground to swallow me!

"Now, show us what you were doing to yourself in front of this man, Donna." No!
She could not be serious, I couldn't, not in front of them, couldn't I just have
the cane and leave? Why did I have to do this? I started to cry, "On your feet
girl, if you want to cry let us make it worth your while!" I almost jumped up,
thank God that was over, she could cane me all she liked. Little did I know.

I was led to the desk and had my hands placed on the edge, pressure on my back
ensured I dipped it and this of course caused my bottom to stick up. "Display
girl" the MS said as she tapped my legs apart with the cane, "you know how much
you like doing that." I parted my legs until she stopped tapping my inner
thighs, just below my pussy. I was now showing everything and the two Sisters
were behind me looking, the bitches.

The MS placed the cane on the desk in front of me and opened a drawer and
removed what I now know to be a teasewhip. Short handle and twenty or so leather
thongs about a foot long. My eyes opened wide, we had heard that she had one but
no one knew anybody who had received it. We had all had the cane regularly over
our panties, sometimes they were removed, almost always for the older girls to
receive six to eight strokes, but a whip, and I was naked and displaying my most
private parts to three nuns.

You don't hear the whip coming like a cane, it needs little force to sting like
the devil and in twenty different places at once. The first stroke landed full
on my bottom, the second lower, with some stray strands wrapping around my thigh
and one even caught my pussy. The whip kept landing and whilst each stroke was
not hard my whole bottom was hot from the base of my spine to the tops of my
thighs.

Even my pussy stung where the stray strands made contact. That made me feel
strange. In fact as the leather caressed my intimate parts I kept wanting more
stray strands on my inner thighs and to momentarily stroke my pussy. Did she
know what she was doing, I was actually enjoying this. My bottom stung and my
pussy began to open, I could feel it, the cool air felt cold on my labia, my God
I was getting wet. The strokes carried on, but slower and she had changed the
angle, the strokes were now gong vertically down the crease of my bottom and
each on wrapped around my pussy, it was heaven. Some punishment! Then it
stopped. Involuntarily my bottom swayed and jerked back looking for more, but
they didn't come, I wriggled some more and realised my tormentors were standing
behind me, looking at my wide open pussy and damp thighs. I blushed with horror
at what they could see and went to close my legs but just then the MS told me to
resume my position on the floor, a cushion now lay there as comfort for my sore
bottom no doubt.

"Legs open girl, you must assume the display position throughout this punishment
which has one more hour to go. Now show us what you were doing to yourself in
front of that boy" The bitch, she did all that just to go back to where we
started, but of course, I felt very different now, I actually wanted to touch
myself, in fact my pussy was crying out for some friction, and she knew it!
Slowly I moved my hand to my wet pussy and started to stroke, I looked at the
two Sisters whose lips were parted and I am convinced were breathing faster. Did
they do to each other in their dorm what we girls did, I bet! I frigged my
fingers in and out and my pussy was actually making a slurping sound and I was
nearly there, I was actually going to come with three nuns watching me. It was
not to be, of course the MS would not allow me that pleasure, my arm was grabbed
and all three pulled me to my feet.

I was led to the desk where a wooden step had been placed against the end. I
stepped up wondering what was going to happen now. Two of them carried a large
rounded velvet cushion and placed it at the edge of the desk and I was told to
bend over. Two velvet bands were produced and my hands were tied to the desk. My
feet were no longer touching the step. I suddenly realised that if I had been
exposed last time then not half as much as now, my legs were tied wide apart but
not uncomfortably. "You will receive twenty strokes of the cane, Donna. Please
try to be still, my aim is good and I will not make contact with the same place
twice, unless you wriggle girl. It is your bottom, your pain, your decision."

She was right, the strokes started at the top of my bottom and she worked her
way down. It was then that I realised that the female anatomy and my position
meant that as she reached my thighs so my pussy would catch the strokes as well.
The whip as on thing that was nice, but this cane stung. My God did it sting, I
was on fire, I wriggled, air movement was cooling, anything to relieve the heat.
And then it happened, the first stroke to the thigh, it was softer, she
obviously knew where she was contacting and of course my lips were still wide
open from the masturbating a few minutes before.

Shit it stung, and another and another, not my clit, surely she would miss that,
but no the next stroke, the gentlest yet, brought a new meaning of fire to my
pussy, I thought I would faint, I am convinced my clitoris grew as she
connected, my thighs burned and I began to shudder I was coming, completely
without contact with my pussy I was having an orgasm, I stifled a cry and no
doubt wriggled. I felt the cane placed between my legs, just below my pussy,
please move it up I thought, but the voice just said "still, girl" The cane
stayed there until I stopped moving, but its presence made me want to move, I
wanted it it to touch my pussy, I wanted to rub against it. "Two more" said the
MS.

They untied me and helped me down, I felt weak, was it the orgasm or the pain,
or both. They took me to the chaise longue and laid me down face first. I was
startled, and then realised that the Sisters were applying cold cream to my
bottom, gently massaging the soothing lotion to my burning bottom. Strange, the
cold seemed like a new form of pain. This was good, was it all over now, it
wasn't so bad, and this was nice. Subconsciously my bottom lifted and I opened
my legs a little, this was very nice, but hey my pussy got caned as well, where
is the cream on that!

I 'pretended' to let one leg fall off the couch, would the nuns take the hint, I
was convinced they had been turned on earlier. Was it a touch, that fleeting
pass of a finger, was it by accident, no there it came again, this time longer
and more pressure. I pushed up my bum, please, please put some on my pussy I
pleaded in my mind. Then it came, a hand covered in icy cold cream stroked the
length of my pussy, from clitoris to the rosebud of my bottom. This was getting
good. Then down again , the MS called the two Sisters saying "leave her now for
5 minutes, she has her last phase to go, please get the blindfold Sister Agnes"

Blindfold, last phase, my bottom was on fire I could not take any more. They
would kill me!

I was helped off the couch and taken to the middle of the room and stood in
front of two chairs. This time I assumed the display position which earned a
rare compliment from MS. "Place your hands on your head Donna, and there they
will remain throughout your final punishment. Since you have such little respect
for your body I shall punish your whole body, your final phase will cause no
more pain to your posterior, I shall be careful in that area, but you will leave
here having cause to think about your whole body"

Sister Alice approached with the blindfold, she looked me in the eye, had it
been her hand with the cold cream, I wondered, then all went black.

After some time and some shuffling about I sensed the presence of MS and then
felt the pain, the tease whip again, those little tails flashed around my thigh
from the front. I winced and waited for the next caress from the leather. My
God, it was across my boobs, gently, at first then slightly harder, my nipples
stiffened and my flesh tingled, then the thighs again, ooh wonderful, a stray
one caught my pussy, then my tummy, at an angle, the thongs stopped before my
clitoris, lower please, I thought.

I was rocking now willing her to give me pleasure with the pain, but I was
denied it. The strokes kept coming, all over, my boobs were on fire, my nipples
tingled how I yearned to pinch them, but I daren't my pussy was wet again and I
wanted some contact, it was still sore, but I craved the contact with the little
whip. It didn't come, the bitch this was torture!

Without warning two hands turned me around and bent me over, then the cane
tapped my upper thighs apart, it was placed on the small of my back and I
dipped, raising my bottom. She promised no more to my bum, the cow, but it
wasn't my bum, very gently et first the whip was flicked expertly between my
legs, it caught my nipples, my tummy, then heaven, my inner thighs and my pussy
got some, I voluntarily bent over more, my bum went higher, give me more my mind
pleaded. Now she was flicking it, wild random contact all over my tummy, nipples
and pussy. My labia were wide open I could feel them I was soaking wet again. I
was poking my bottom up for more. Then it stopped as quickly as it had started.

I was helped into a standing position and turned around, the blindfold was
removed and I blinked. Sitting on the two chairs were a lady and gentleman.
Slowly it dawned on me, the shuffling noises and delay in the final phases. That
fucking bitch had brought in complete strangers to watch my total degradation.
They had watched me being whipped and seen me bent over and displaying my wide
open, soaking wet pussy. I now I had to stand here in front of them, naked while
they just stared.

"Mr and Mrs Lufkin are thinking of sending their daughter here, Donna, but were
concerned that our discipline would not be strong enough. I hope they have now a
good idea what happens to girls who have no respect for the sanctity of their
body and will place man's penis in her mouth!" The woman blushed, the man kept
his hands in his lap and avoided my eyes, then I realised he was hiding a hard
on!

His wife stood up and said "come along George, I think we can be satisfied that
Mother superior will keep Janie under control." George didn't move, he was
rooted! Sister Agnes handed me my clothes and told me to get dressed, I turned
and bent over right in front of George, my pussy probably within sniffing
distance and wriggled as I pulled my panties on. That would teach him! I had
learned a lot about cocks in one day. In fact I had learned a lot about myself
in one day. Something that has led me into a way of life where I not only still
love to receive punishment, but delight in following the example set by Mother
Superior in using her techniques on young ladies who find themselves in my
charge. That however is another story.