****** Sister Margarita by J. Edgar Hoover ******
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Sister Margarita


She was shaking with fear. The prospect of being in the sister's quarters was
reason enough to be frightened, but Sister Margarita had a reputation of being
unreasonably strict. The least she could expect to receive was a few sharp
swishes from the sister's legendary birch, verbal reprimands were simply not in
her nature. A mere mention of the rod had been know to instil fear into the
hearts of many a school girl, and even the toughest amongst them would wince
and proceed in their lessons with a newly determined vigour at the notion of
it's deployment. Sarah was no different.

Her misdemeanour had not been as serious as one would have expected for a trip
to the sister's study, but she had been well aware that the nun had been
gunning for her for a long time. Indeed, several of the other girls had
remarked that she had been foolish to evade the sister's obvious attempt to
issue her with punishment, and it would be all the worse for making her wait so
long for an excuse to trap her. `A long awaited victory is one that is surely
savoured' she remembered having read from some obscure source. No words of
comfort for her there!

From the onset of her arrival at the school, she found it difficult to
understand the meticulous way the nuns expected things to be done. They were
unnecessarily finicky and this was not the first time that trouble had arisen
because of it. She had only been there two months, and so far she had been in
minor trouble with this particularly reproachful woman on five separate
occasions. Why was she so strict? On this occasion it was only a note and
nothing more. A simple gesture to her friend expressing her boredom with the
lessons by means of a short message. The sort of thing that goes on all the
time between students when attention spans temporarily reach their limits. She
had hated the place from the very beginning and if she could help it there was
no way she would be spending another term in this school, or perhaps
institution was a more fitting term. It may as well be a prison or a military
establishment. Not a boarding school! She was getting anxious about the pun!
ishment, the worst part was the waiting. The room in which she stood was
sparsely decorated. The old parquet floor stained with age had a large oak desk
located at the main wall. A matching chair having a throne like appearance made
its compliment. Both had rudimentary medieval style carvings that made them
look as though they belonged in a temple of the occult rather than a convent. A
small plain chair had been placed in front of the desk as though subordinate to
the massive artefacts. Aside from a few oil paintings, a rosary and a small
umbrella stand the room was basically empty. The whole room epitomised the
character of Sister Margarita and Sarah imagined how she enjoyed her spare
moments in this dungeon immersed in the bitterness of her own company.

The door abruptly swung open and the figure of sister Margarita appeared as an
overwhelming presence in the doorway. She was a large woman by any standard,
dwarfing all the other sisters in her presence. Not quite middle aged, mid
thirties was Sarah's guess with a gaunt face and hardened features that
perfectly matched her character. The garb that covered her whole body, gave
little away as to the appearance of the rest of her save the size. She never
smiled and even when in discussion with the other sisters always seemed to have
an aggressive edge to her, not only in the tone of her voice but in also her
mannerisms. The icy glare which she had fixed on the young girl before her,
originated behind a grotesque pair of thick rimmed spectacles that made her
look all the more menacing. Scowling deeply she entered the room closing the
door behind her and went straight over to the chair and sat down behind the
large oak desk.

"You have been very foolish indeed. To perform such an act in one of my classes
is one thing to be caught is quite another. This is not the first time you have
been guilty of causing trouble at my expense and proving distracting to the
rest of the girls. I have put up with it for long enough and will stand no more
of it."

The woman was deliberately overstating the situation and relishing the effect
is was having on Sarah. She stood in front of the desk petrified while she rose
slowly from her seat, droning on about how her unsatisfactory behaviour that
could not be tolerated. She seemed even taller that before, as a giant like
figure towering with awesome power. Sarah had ceased listening some time ago.
She had not been given a chance to speak and the woman was clearly determined
to chastise her severely regardless. She was abruptly taken aback by the
silence that suddenly prevailed, and was aware of the woman staring at her in
expectancy. Obviously she had just asked a question and was awaiting a
response. Sarah stood there blankly. She doubted it would make any difference
what she said, even if she had recited the old testament in Latin the outcome
would be the same, she knew that the woman had it in for her.

"Insolence as well!" as expected, Sister Margarita taken her silence as
defiance and would no doubt act accordingly. How she had managed to become a
nun in the first place was a mystery. Were not religious people supposed to be
apathetic? Surely something serious had been overlooked in the case of this
woman.

"I think I have a fitting punishment for you that will serve the purpose of
curbing your tongue and your actions!"

She got up and moved to the umbrella stand, but the object she withdrew was not
an umbrella but the birch branch about which she had heard so many stories. She
was petrified and instinctively considered making a run for it, but knew this
would do no good as sooner or later she would have to face the music. An
attempt to reason was out of the question. Sister Margarita had made no effort
to conceal her intent on administering a severe beating. There was no defence
and Sarah knew it.

Sister Margarita motioned her to bend over the chair that stood in front of the
desk. As Sarah did so her legs began to shake uncontrollably and for a moment
she feared they would give way leaving her embarrassed and humiliated, which
was really quite ridiculous. Why in a situation such as this when she was being
shamed so blatantly should she care about feeling embarrassed for falling over.
There was pride in even in disgrace she supposed. Standing there in
anticipation of the first blow seemed like a lifetime. There was no telling how
many strokes she would receive one, two, half a dozen even, surely no more than
that. She was pondering these thoughts with dread when the sensation hit her.
It was not at all what she had been expecting in fact.... Oh my god she can't
really be doing this. She could feel her skirt being hoisted and her cotton
panties being pulled down to her knees.

"S S Sister?" There was no reply, she knew there was no point protesting the
woman would administer the punishment any way she saw fit, and that was
obviously what she was doing. Her panties were now at her knees which was
apparently far enough for the nun, for this is where they stayed. She was now
in tears, sobbing softly while the wicked woman prepared her first blow there
was a long wait nothing happened. Sarah could hear Sister Margarita rustling
her habit as she adjusted for momentum of the swing. She tensed and waited.
Still nothing happened, her bottom lip was now held firmly between her teeth in
an effort to remain silent and deprive the malicious woman of the pleasure of
hearing her whimper in pain. Still nothing happened, she was about to turn when
the blow came, the pain was much less intense than she had expected, then she
realised, it was not the swish at all but her hand she had used. The second
blow came and the warming feeling of the pain surged throug! h her rump as the
blood gouged through her skin turning it deep red. Then another, she waited for
the next sweating in anxiety, it never came. The pain had temporarily numbed
her and it wasn't until after a moment she realised why. The hand had never
left her bottom on the previous blow. Yes the hand was definitely there. She
had initially felt a shallow sense of relief when it had been the hand instead
of the swish that had met her, the pain was not intense and she had
successfully managed to remain in control. The pace of her heart surged with
the sudden turn of events. The hand moved between the clefts of her buttocks
and for a moment did nothing, as if waiting for a reaction. Sarah was paralysed
with fear and surprise. She was suddenly alert and very aware of what was
happening and the implications it had. Her bottom jerked away from the hand she
stood up stiffly and attempted to turn around. Two strong hands grabbed her
firmly but gently by the shoulders, an! d prevented her from doing so. One then
grasped the back of her neck while the other snaked round her waist while
simultaneously pushing her forward. She was pushed on to the large oak desk and
the hand that was on her neck forced her down until she was half bending, half
lying on it. Her skirt was then unfastened by one skilful hand and allowed to
fall.

The prospect of screaming and fighting entered her mind but were abandoned
under the premise that the screams would simply be interpreted as the result of
her punishment, while a struggle would undoubtedly prove futile against one so
superior in stature. She snapped her legs together and clenched the cheeks of
her bottom to prevent further invasion.

"It's no use trying to resist." The voice had somewhat changed, it was now no
longer hard and course but much softer almost warm, barely identifiable as the
same person. The firm hands now grasped her ankles and forced them apart; the
struggle to prevent this was in vain. She tried again to straighten up but as
soon as this was attempted she was again forced down on the desk. She continued
to fight for what little it did because regardless of how much resistance she
put up it seemed to be easily matched the strong hands that retrained her.
Though this could only have been happening for a matter of seconds possibly a
minute her muscles were slowly becoming weary with exertion. Again her legs
were forced apart, this time much more savagely with the formidable hands that
encircled her ankles. This time her arm was twisted behind her back in a clear
statement that said stay as you are without the need for words. She now felt
completely venerable and feelings of despair began! to wash over her. As if
sensing what was happening Sister Margarita began to speak. Not in her normal
harsh manner but with comforting tones that some how surprised Sarah. "Don't
worry my darling it will be ok just relax, I love you and would never harm you
I only wish to show you affection. But you must not resist or I will crush
you!"

She was now scared and overought and began to cry softly then started sobbing
heavily barely able to breath properly as the emotions in her turned end over
end. Sister Margarita obviously sensed she was out of control for she felt a
sharp slap on the flank of her thigh that had a strangely sobering effect.

"Repeat after me!" she said in a low husky voice that Sarah somehow still
couldn't believe belonged to the same woman.

"You are my slave, owned, loved and to manipulated by ME! I have the right to
do to you whatever I choose whenever I choose."

She was so surprised she couldn't speak but stammered unintelligibly before
receiving yet another sobering blow, even harder than the first.

" I said repeat after ME!"

She immediately began to repeat the words though not word for word, for she
couldn't remember precisely what the nun had said but with the same meaning in
essence. She somehow found herself strangely believing them as she did so.

Sister Margarita then continued in a low murmuring voice about her affection
and attraction for Sarah while gently stroking her the small of her back.
Gradually Sarah became more subdued and was gradually enticed into more
paralysis than relaxation. She was no longer in control she was being
controlled by this woman with fear, strength, abuse she didn't know but the
feeling of being a slave removed the responsibility for her actions from her
and had a curiously numbing effect. The firm hands began caressing her skin
softly. They reached her shoulders and gently massaged them with tender
lovingness. They moved to her neck and shoulder blades, down her back in slow
rhythmic circles soothing her with their firm grace.

Then one maintained its gentle persuasion on her back while the other ventured
to the base of her spine and again lower. It began slow up and down strokes on
her posterior cleavage with gentle precision. For a while the sensation so
shocked Sarah that she did not immediately respond, after a moment the tingling
feeling that had been gently stirring from when the hand had first struck her
began to spread. It roamed leisurely around her rump where the pain had
previously occupied and replaced it to with the gentle warming pressure of a
soft caress. The hand moved between her legs for a brief moment and made Sarah
gasp, then moved away and joined the other in the pampering of her back. The
apprehension was slowly fading eased away piece by piece by the nun's gentle
proceedings. The effect her hands were having were undeniable, the mental
struggle now slowly receding being replaced with contented inaction. She
allowed the hands to roam her back, soaking up the pleasure the! y brought
while trying to mentain mental protest.

It slowly dawned on Sarah that she was now fully enjoying the violation on her
person and no longer had any intention of trying to prevent it. She hoped in
fact that it would continue as the curious feeling of arousal by another woman
had her fully seduced. She had never been aware of any feelings towards other
women, and though it was supposed to be quite common she had only heard such
things existed from boarding school tales and television. In fact her own
feeble attempts at masturbation was the closest she had come to a sexual
experience. They had never resulted in orgasm and indeed she was not even
certain she knew what one was. She could now feel the warmth of sister
Margarita close to her skin. The first point of contact was her bottom against
the Sisters stomach which felt oddly firm and strong. Sarah had never supposed
the woman to be muscular underneath all her robing, more fat and lumpy, but
somehow what she felt conjured images of an amazon like structure, large yes,
but definitely not fat and lumpy. The hands on her back were now finger tips
that glided to her sides and round the front to her stomach. Her navel was duly
caressed which felt strangely pleasurable, as though the stimulation actually
went inside, softly enticing her to become aroused from within. The palms were
now placed firmly against her stomach and very quickly moved up to her breasts
where her nipples were circled with the index finger of each hand.

The feeling this made Sarah weak at the knees, she could feel sexuality
throbbing through her torso, so much so she was hard put not to place her own
hands on her body in assistance to the ever strengthening feelings. Her head
which had been turned skyward in anxiety, fell forward, she looked down at the
hands that had made her a slave of their manipulations. She watched the thumb
and forefinger grasp the nipple of each breast in turn, softly at first then
with increasing pressure until she began to writhe with delight.

She desperately wanted to tell sister Margarita how good she felt and whisper
encouraging words but shame prevented her from doing so, she had to content
herself with the now clearly audible moans that were escaping her mouth. The
powerful sensation in her breast flared through her body producing an inner
glow that nestled in her crotch. She was now aware of the damp stickiness
between her legs and was surprised when she looked down and saw the thick white
juice tenuously tracing in its way down the inside of her one of her legs. She
rocked her hips from side to side in a effort to increase the sensation now
burning between her legs. Then she felt the two soft points of flesh touch the
middle of her back and she savoured the feeling when the large warm breasts
were pressed up against her.

With hands still on her nipples feeding an increasing desire for the aching in
her crotch to be addressed, she felt the warm bushy pubic mound pressed against
her bottom. The feeling was indescribable and she bent far forward in an effort
to embed the pubis between her cheeks and stimulate her fully engorged lips
from behind. Sister Margarita rocked and gyrated until the feeling was too much
for Sarah to bear. "P P Please!" she uttered.

As if in complete comprehension Sister Margarita pulled herself firmly against
the young body grasping and squeezing her breasts while rubbing herself against
Sarah's back. Her left hand then traced downwards to her stomach and pelvis
then nestled momentarily on her pubic hair and gently stroking them before
massaging her lips with the two middle fingers. Both hands then united in
rubbing her lips and spreading the thick lubricant that glistened on them
affording frictionless stimulation to her now throbbing crotch. A single finger
moved between her outer and inner lips. Moving from one side to the other and a
strong sensation gripped her. It was like the ebbing tide strong, peaceful and
evasive, verging just under the surface of the more prevalent sensations. The
fingers now all working slowly and delicately on her, expertly touched what she
decided must be her clitoris that they had until now been deliberately
avoiding. She felt the slow throbbing grow like the sea at! high tide, then
elusively fade to a distant murmur, then again returning with even greater
magnitude. She squirmed as sister margaritas hands now wet and slippery with
vaginal secretions (Pussy juice to y'all) hugged squeezed and excited her
beyond belief, it was as though she was being wound up or stretched! Being put
under ever increasing tension like a tightly coiled spring before being allowed
to return to its natural resting state. Then for a split second the powerful
feeling stopped and was replaced with one of relaxed ease and serenity, like a
mountain climber reaching the pinnacle of an ascending range facing no more
upward resistance. Then it came. There was no mistaking the feeling of orgasm,
when it hit her she knew instantly what she was experiencing. Her mind was
swamped with the urge shout and scream and she could deny it no longer, she
heaved at the air now heavy with her scent and bellowed.

The shout echoed throughout the building proclaiming the essence of her feeling
to all who cared to listen. When she had exhausted the air in her lungs she
flopped onto the firm support the large desk now provided for her limp body.
She felt drained but oddly she also felt extreme contentment. The feeling of
and fulfilment was one she could not describe, but none the less clung to in
hope of preserving. She remained like this for sometime until she realised
there was no longer the comforting feeling of sister margarita clinging to her
back. She managed to raise her head and looked behind her were she was rewarded
with the naked figure of sister margarita covering her magnificently shaped
body with her spiritual garb. The glasses were gone the habit too. Her hair was
long dark and straight cascading beautifully about her shoulders. The sheer
silk stockings were supported by a tantalising satin suspender belt that
emphasised a dark brown patch of pubic hair trimmed in th! e shape of a heart.
Her Whole form took on an entirely different appearance giving the phrase its'
not what you wear but how you wear it a whole new meaning. She approached and
gently kissed Sarah on the cheek of her bottom before returning her panties to
their former position and retrieving her skirt from the floor and fastening it
back round her waist.

The door swung widely open and the authoritative figure of mother superior
stood in the doorway with a questioning look on her face. "What was all that
hollering that came from here? It sounded like a banshee from hell!"

"I found it necessary to administer an exceptional punishment to Sarah for her
recent behaviour mother superior, I sincerely hope it will be a warning to her
on her future conduct."

"Hmm, er, Very good sister."

She turned and left somewhat baffled by the response. Sarah had managed to
stand when the older woman had entered but remained facing away from her to
avoid displaying the contrary feeling she was experiencing too obviously. She
now turned and found herself standing alone in an empty room.

Somewhat bewildered but never the less happy, she left the room and returned to
her lessons. There was not a hint of what happened on the stern face of Sister
Margarita as she stood in front of the class.

"Late as well Sarah! Perhaps we need a stronger form of punishment for you next
time!"

Sarah couldn't wait!