Anonymous: The Nunnery Tales

Two or three more stalwart shoves on my part, followed by some ecstatic heavings and boundings on Agatha's part, a few rapturous exclamations from both of us, and I felt my cock saturated up to the very roots with warm foaming cream. Two seconds later, I spurted my load into her grasping cunt. Her tight lips wrung every last drop from me as I spasmed in a paroxysm of ecstasy. We both lay for a minute or two; my aunt kissed me and called me all the endearing names she could think of in gratitude for my successful performance. Being rather practical as far as my own comforts are concerned, I put a stop to this proceeding by suggesting the propriety of covering ourselves somewhat, which was immediately followed by her producing two elegant nightdresses, which we put on before returning to bed. Not being very sleepy however, I asked my lovely bedfellow to tell me what she meant by her allusion to the “rod” and why she talked of applying it to me.

“To you, dearest Auguste, I can perceive it will be quite an unnecessary instrument,” she replied. “But we occasionally have to use it both on the buttocks of our male friends, and the soft white rumps of our young ladies. It is merely a birch rod,” said she, opening a drawer near her bed and producing one. “And these,” she continued, throwing on the bed a lot of velvet-covered straps and buckles, “are what we sometimes use to confine a novice's arms and legs, if she proves reluctant. Surely you must know, you innocent boy, that the application of the rod excites the lust of both the whipper and the whipped… the latter to a most wonderful extent.

In the Convent of St. Emergarde, where I first entered the service of the Lord, our favorite confessor, Father Abelard, was often requested by our Lady Superior to favor her with his company at supper as soon as his duties were concluded. By this time you're aware, dear Auguste, that the 'duties' of a confessor do not always consist of hearing a pretty girl repeat a litany of nonsense about the sins she has been guilty of for a week or two past.”

“No, indeed,” said I. “The glorious scene between Father Eustace and Emilie would satisfy me to the contrary.”

“Well,” said my fair instructress, “I have known Father Abelard to fuck three of the finest novices on one afternoon, and then with our Mother Superior. By now you also know, Auguste, that the Superior is not necessarily either the ugliest, oldest, or most devout woman in the convent, and our Lady Beatrice was a handsome and a very lascivious woman. On the present occasion, Father Abelard had not been in her private apartment ten minutes before her bell rang furiously, and I was requested to bring the rod forthwith. I may here mention that I had experienced the effect of that weapon, and was regarded, although quite a novice, as one of the initiated. How this happened I will tell you shortly, although not until I finish my story.

“First I asked the Abbess if she required my personal attentions, but she replied, 'Most certainly not,' and by way of showing that she was perfectly ready, placed herself on the edge of the bed, half reclining, half sitting, with each leg supported by a chair and as wide apart as they could stretch. Between those beautiful ivory shafts, we placed Father Abelard, leaning over her and kissing her, and sticking out his rump so as to have the full benefit of my ministrations.

“I, who recollected my initiation in the ways of the rod from Father Abelard two months before, did not spare him! I let him have it handsomely upon the buttocks with the rod. After a few smart strokes, my superior called out, 'That's right, give it to him well. His cock is beginning to stand finely!' I repeated my endeavors until slight blood streaks began to show upon the healthy taut skin of his muscular posterior. At last having attained the stiffness required, he took his prick in hand and shoved it well into the lady's burning cunt, whose lips had long been gaping open. He thrust like a madman, varying his motion little except to raise himself up from time to time so as to increase the force of his next downward thrust. I continued to stroke his buttocks with the switch, which only served to heighten the effect of his pleasure as he scoured her innermost sanctum with his ravaging prick. At last he seemed to lose all control and I knew he was injecting that warm envelope with the flood of his passion.

After the termination of their encounter, the Mother Superior expressed herself as greatly obliged to me, and granted me indulgence to remain in bed until breakfast time next morning. This privilege was much valued by us novices, and I thanked her and retired, leaving them to their repose; which I don't doubt Father Abelard very much needed.”

I was exceedingly amused by this story, particularly as I was totally ignorant of such things as birchings and whippings. But my curiosity was aroused, and I begged my instructress to give me an account of the violence to which she had been subjected during her novitiate. To this she at first objected; saying that she hoped I would embrace her a little more before morning came to separate us and that if I went to sleep, I might awake refreshed and strong. But I suggested that her giving me an account of what happened to her on the occasion referred to would certainly excite my lustful feelings to an immense extent and she would benefit greatly from it.

With this charming prospect in view, she consented and proceeded with her story.

“I was just sixteen when I commenced my novitiate. I was remarkably tall and well made for my age. Indeed, I have seen many girls of eighteen who could not show such breasts, bottoms, or legs as I could at sixteen. And I have no doubt too that I was prematurely gifted with womanly passions, for I was frequently troubled with pleasant, yet unsatisfied dreams. In fact, I would often wake to find my private parts and my chemise wet, and yet myself not even half gratified. When alone, I used to meditate upon the various young monks who used to visit the convent, wondering which of them I liked best, and why.

“Now our Lady Beatrice noticed all this, for she was a woman not only experienced in herself, but very quick to notice any peculiarities in the young ladies under her charge. I suppose some sort of an arrangement to alleviate these needs is often entered into between an abbess and her favorite confessors. As for me, since I have held that responsible position, I can safely say that I have never yet 'sold' one of the young ladies under my care. At the most, I may have given a hint to a favorite male friend that such a novice or nun exhibited signs of great heat, and that I should have to administer a dildo. Of course, if the priest thought that he could gain the girl's affections and try the effect of his own fleshy dildo, good and well. But I never yet resorted to the violence to which I was subjected when a girl.

“It happened this way: I was working at some embroidery one morning in the novices' parlor when a message came to say that I was wanted in the Mother Superior's private apartments. To hear was to obey, and I presented myself immediately with a low curtsey, not only to the Abbess, but to two young monks who were in her apartments. One I knew well as Father Abelard, Lady Beatrice's favorite confessor, the other, a much younger man, I knew only slightly by sight. I know him much better now; he was no other than Eustace, who is at this moment either reveling or sleeping in my sister's arms in the adjoining room. The Mother Superior received me graciously, but my appearance seemed to revive some dispute between the two monks.

“'It is my right and I will maintain it,' said Abelard.

“'You will have many opportunities,' retorted Eustace, 'and her ladyship here promised me the first. Besides I have given an offering to the shrine of St. Emengarde.'