#11: Returning the Hairbrush

Meanwhile, the teachers were eating lunch too. They typically did so alone, often spending their time preparing for the afternoon classes. But today, Sister Roberta knocked on the door of the art classroom. Sister Anne answered, "Come in".

"I need to apologize, Sister. I borrowed your hairbrush a few days ago, and I came to return it."

"Oh, that's where it went! I thought I misplaced it. I've been a bit... distracted lately." she admitted, blushing.

Sister Roberta knelt in front of the young art teacher, and held her hands palms up, with the brush resting on them. "Forgive me, Sister. I'm sorry for my weakness."

"What... what are you doing, Sister Roberta? Please, get up. I don't mind that you borrowed my brush!"

Roberta spoke hesitantly. "I've been... instructed... to beg your forgiveness, Sister Anne."

"Oh. That's not necessary, Sister. It's nothing, it's just a hairbrush". She took the offered brush and tried to help the older woman to her feet.

"I cleaned it as best I could. I'm sorry about the... teeth marks... now please, Sister Anne. I need you to punish me."

Anne was speechless for a moment. "I most certainly will not!"

"Please, Sister. He made it very clear."

"I couldn't possibly..."

"He thought you might refuse." She handed an envelope to the young teacher. "He said this would change your mind."

Anne opened the envelope and her face paled. Inside were page-sized color photographs of her, naked. Full shots of her naked body lying on the bench, legs spread... close-ups of her trimmed pubic hair... panties stuffed in her mouth, gagging her... the Headmaster's cock deep in her throat...

The young nun's hands trembled as she scanned the pictures, and several fell to the floor by the kneeling older woman. "Ohh!" she gasped and tried to gather them up, but it was too late.

Roberta had not seen them before; the Headmaster had only instructed her to give Anne the envelope if she was reluctant to punish her. But now, they were scattered across the floor. Roberta picked up one of the pictures: the Headmaster's cock buried in Anne's ass. She didn't even realize he had taken that one, she had been so distraught. Anne covered her face with her hand.

"Are you okay, Sister?" Roberta asked.

She shook her head. "I'm... I'm still a virgin, Sister. But the things he did to me..."

Roberta leaned down and kissed Anne's foot. Then she stood and hugged the trembling young nun. Then she bent over the desk and lifted the long skirt of her habit, revealing her bare bottom.

Sister Anne gasped - not at the nudity, but the welts left by Raul's training, now deep purple bruises.

"Oh, Roberta... what has he done to you?"

"Only what I deserve, Sister. Now you must do the same. Ten strokes... with the brush, please."

Anne steeled herself. "Very well, Sister. I will try to do as he... as you... ask." She took the crop and struck Roberta's bruised cheek. Smack!

"You must hit much harder, Sister. And make sure you can see the marks. He will check."

SMACK! She struck again, much more firmly. Roberta winced but remained quiet. She waited a moment. "I think you are already too bruised, Sister. I can't see the mark."

Roberta stood and turned to face Anne. She withdrew a riding crop and handed it to the young nun. She removed her habit and stood nude before her. "He foresaw that possibility too. You must mark my breasts instead."

Sister Anne's lips quivered. "Would you close your eyes, Sister?" she asked. "I don't think I can do this with you watching."

"As you wish," Roberta complied.

Thwack! Roberta grimaced but remained silent. Again, Anne paused for a minute. "I can see the mark... if I look closely..."

Sister Roberta nodded. "Ten more, please... but harder".

THWACK! Ten strokes later Roberta's breasts were covered in darkening pink splotches.

"Forgive me, Sister."

The older woman placed her hand over Anne's chest. She could feel her heart beating. "There is nothing to forgive, Sister." She dressed and then gathered the fallen photos back into the envelope. "I will dispose of these, Anne. But you should keep the crop. I will need your discipline again..."

Back in her own room that evening, Roberta undressed and reclined on her bed. She slowly viewed each photograph. The close-ups of Anne's trimmed bush made her breathing deepen. One hand explored between her legs, caressing her warm pussy. Her fingers spread the dampness over her clit.

Each picture increased Roberta's arousal until she was dripping wet. When she reached the photo with the Headmaster's cock in Anne's ass, she paused. Her wet fingers rubbed around her asshole. It wasn't orgasmic release that she sought - she wanted the same feeling that Anne had experienced.

She could see the pain in the young nun's face. Roberta took a large candle from her bedside table. Without any more preparation, she shoved it deep into her ass, moaning in pain and pleasure, wishing she were the one in the picture. A wave of ecstasy washed over her.

She found the next photo - the one with Anne cleaning the Headmaster's slick cock. She slowly withdrew the candle from her ass and sucked it into her mouth. Her pussy was still throbbing. She knew she would have to confess her actions to him. She was looking forward to it.