You look around the room and can’t believe your eyes. It looks like a dungeon you have soon on some SM-websites. You can’t hold back and say just that.
Sister Emily shakes her head at you.
“Even that you know what SM is, is showing me you have ZERO education and guidance by your parents. For sure we are not practicing Sm in here, but in some way we does at least some of the things you might know.”
She shows you a couple of really bad looking wipes that hand from the wall.
“Those are very, very old. Nuns used them to whip their own backs if they did something wrong.”
She starts to undress you and shakes her head when she notice your damp crotch.
“In a second you can go potty, little one, but first you have to receive your punishment for misusing the name of god.”
You stand naked in front of her and shiver in the big room with the strange looking stuff standing around you.
Sister Emily looks down at you and pick a wooden paddle from the wall.
“A petite one like you would break under the belt or the stick, but I think the paddle is just right.”
You don’t want to be called little or petite, but in this case you wish you would look even smaller, so you only would get a little pat on your behind. Instead she pulls you over a spanking bench and strikes your behind.
The pain is bad and only after the second strike you cry like a baby. Your bladder is close to giving up and you think, that maybe she would stop if you pee right now.
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