Something Different For Me

My thoughts often drift lazily back to high school, but they focus on different things, just lately, I was thinking in some detail about the nuns’ habits, and in particular the leather belts they wore around their waists. Some nuns also had a rosary hanging from it, but they all had a white knotted cord. As I remember, it was three strands of rope with three knots in each. 

I know this was called “the discipline’, and I know they used it, mainly symbolically, as penance and self flagellation. They would never discuss this with us no matter who we asked or how much we pleaded. This practice was definitely a very private affair. Only one nun opened up slightly and said that it IS part of their penitential rite, but that it is totally symbolic. “It’s like using it to brush flies away,” she said. 

But that’s not how it is in the movies.....and watching a nun self flagellate on videos started to arouse me....so much so that I made myself my own discipline out of some cord I found. I placed the knots where I remembered they were and then plaited all three strands together to form a sort of handle. 

Kneeling down, stripped to the waist, I lightly flicked it over my back. Hmm..nothing. A little harder, then? Again, nothing. I kept experimenting with it until....WHACK....I got it wrong...or right....it depends on your point of view. Either way, it fucking stung, and felt really sexy too! Even so, it wasn’t what I would call going places. 

So I left it alone for a few days before talking to Alison about it. She said, “The problem is you’re too much in control. You need to be submissive and let someone else whip you if you really want to try it.” I wondered how she knew, but then she has always been better at working out psychological stuff than I am. So I asked her if she would do it....just to see.

That evening, Ali gave her familiar soft double tap on my door. I was wearing only my dressing gown and was about to lower it to my waist when she told me to take it off. I did, and then she told me to kneel by my bed and lay flat over it. Owing to the height of the bed, this was tricky, but I managed in the end. 

I have to admit, being naked with Ali again was arousing all on its own. I was already imagining the taste of her cunny and how it felt to finger her when she said, “Ready?” We had agreed a safe word in advance, and I must admit, I was nervous. There was a moment’s pause and then.....

.......FUCKING HELL! She hit me really hard across my bum....and I mean REALLY hard. So hard, all I could do was give out a yelp. I actually heard the.....strands?.....whistling through the air for the next one, and if the first one hurt, this really bit! I had taken an in breath to say the safe word when the third stroke arrive. I was sure she had drawn blood. I reached behind me and felt my bum. Sure enough there were blood stains on my fingers.....ah....but then I reached between my legs. 

I can honestly say that never in my life have I been this wet, and as you know, I am very wet at the best of times. The whole of my crotch was slippery as were my inner thighs. 

Alison stood there, whip in hand and panting slightly. She uttered one word. “More?” I thought, “No thank you!” and was most surprised to hear my mouth say, “Yes please, mistress.” (Fucking Miss Brain). Alison’s lip curled into a cruel grimace and she raised her arm. The next three strokes were softer, but then my bum was already red raw. 

When she had finished, things seemed to happen on autopilot. Ali has shown zero sexual interest in me for weeks now, andI know that I must never take the lead with her, and yet, I just opened her robe and slipped my hand between her legs. Like me, she was soaked! I pushed her back onto my bed without leaving my supplication position, and just buried my head between her legs. I made her cum into my mouth five times before she wriggled away from me. 

By now, I was screaming for an orgasm. I stood up and lay on my back on my own bed and spread my legs to my sister. Ali placed one hand on each knee and looked between my legs. She moved towards me about three inches, before stopping, standing straight and sneering at me. With a half smile on her face, she simply walked out! 

I’ve been desperate for a cum before, but nothing ever like this! My bum felt like someone has been over it with razor blades, and my cunny was screaming for attention. Miss Brain gave me an image of the youngest nun I ever saw kneeling on her cell floor whipping herself with one hand and masturbating furiously with the other. I jammed three fingers up myself and came harder and longer than I have ever done in my life before. The pain in my bum somehow transmuted into sheer pleasure. It certainly enhanced the orgasm a hundredfold. 

And afterwards? Afterwards, I thought back on the events of the evening. That look of disdain and contempt on Ali’s face....yes, that helped enormously! The pain? Certainly. The fact that she drew blood? Yes, that too. Even the fact that she looked like she was going down on me and then didnt.....yes, that tease as well was part of this. 

I learned something tonight. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with it....

....but maybe that’s the point.