Spanking Clarice
by
Alice Dark
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Spanking Clarice by Alice Dark
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Spanking Clarice
Clarice stood slowly and smoothed out her plaid skirt. Her thighs ached. Her knees were sore, and Clarice had been saying “Hail Marys” for so long that her voice was a little hoarse.
“Fuck this,” she thought. Clarice looked around the small church that she had attended for most of the last 19 years. There were hard pews to her left and right, and the priest's pulpit was directly in front of her. To one side of the room, was the confessional booth. Clarice pushed her hand hard against her public bone and glanced around again. She was being punished for two-fold reasons. One was that she had failed her senior year of high school again, and she would be the only girl in the class who was more than 19 years old. The second reason was that she had skipped school last week, and the parish priest had caught her loitering and smoking on a city street. The priest's punishment of the girl had seemed extremely harsh. Two hundred “Hail Marys” during the heat of Sunday after regular church.
But Clarice was tired of repenting. She had some sinning that she wanted to do. Clarice skipped nimbly through the pews to the confessional booth. She glanced around the church one more time to be sure that no one was around before slipping inside.
***
From the balcony above the pews, Sister Mary covertly watched Clarice say “Hail Marys.” The nun stayed out of sight, but monitored the girl as she performed her assigned punishment. She knew the girl was being really being punished for failing yet another semester of high school; Clarice was the only girl in school that the nun knew of who was approaching 20 years old! “Such a wicked child,” the nun murmured to herself. “She should be punished properly.”
Suddenly, Clarice stood and uttered a word that was an abomination in church! “Fuck this!” the girl said. Sister Mary was taken aback, but she continued to watch, as Clarice made her way to the confessional booth.
“Odd,” the nun said to herself. “There's no one in the booth to hear confession. Why would the girl go into the booth?” Sister Mary didn't wait, but decided to answer her own question. The nun made her way quickly to the church floor, then crept to the confessional booth. As she got closer, Sister Mary thought heard moans coming from inside the booth. The nun carefully opened the unoccupied side of the confessional booth. She sat down where the priest would normally sit, and quietly cracked open the panel that separated the two sides of the booth. What she saw Clarice doing shocked her. The girl was masturbating.
Clarice was pretty with tanned skin, and she had her short plaid skirt pulled up. Clarice had a small vibrating dildo that she was working in and out of her pussy. With the other hand, Clarice cupped her breasts in her nearly transparent white shirt. Sister Mary could see that Clarice's nipples were erect and standing out against the tight fabric of her blouse. The shirt was so tight that the girl's breasts were pushed together, and they were barely contained by the shirt. It appeared to the nun as if the girl's breasts would pop the buttons of her shirt.
As Clarice stroked herself, she moaned and the vibrations of the moan seemed to echo in the small booth, thrumming through both the girl's and the nun's bodies – the vibrations were intense and delightful.
As one of Clarice's hands continued to thrust the dildo into her body, Sister Mary found one of her own hands playing with own her nipples. The nun's other hand slid down beneath her black robes to find herself wet with anticipation of the girl's climax. The nun's fingers played about her slick button, until they could not resist sliding into herself. “Now more!” the nun thought. “Slide that dildo into yourself! Fill yourself up!" Suddenly Sister Mary stopped. “This is a church!” she said to herself. “And this girl is defiling the confessional booth!”
Reluctantly, the nun slipped her fingers out of her pussy and watched the girl on the other side of the booth draw closer to orgasm. “No,” Sister Mary thought. “I will have to punish this behavior!”
The nun stood and exited the priest's side of the booth. She glanced around the church. It was still empty. Sister Mary listened to Clarice's groans for a moment longer before snatching the door open to the girl's side of the booth.
“What are you doing?” The nun's voice was stern, and she was able to contain her own arousal.
Clarice, however, was only moments away from orgasm. “No!” she cried. “Please no!”
The nun snatched the girl by the hair. Clarice lost her grip on the dildo, and it slipped out of her pussy and skittered across the floor where it banged against a wooden pew. “Please Sister Mary,” Clarice pleaded. “Please. I wasn't doing anything!”
The nun harrumphed and pulled the girl upright. “I saw what you were doing, Clarice. And this is a church!”
Clarice's face crumpled. The girl was near tears. She had been caught, and she knew it. “I wasn't doing anything. Please don't tell my parents!” The thought of her parents was the impetuous for the Clarice's tears. They streamed down her face. “Please, don't tell my parents. Please! I'll do anything!”
The nun shook the girl. “Anything?” Sister Mary queried. “This is a big sin, and it will require much to erase it.”
Clarice nodded. “Anything,” she blubbered. “Anything at all.”
The nun considered it for a moment, before pointing at the dildo on the floor. “Pick that up,” the nun snapped. “Next Sunday, you will report to my office after catechism for a spanking on your bare bottom.”
Clarice stuttered: “B-b-bare b-b-bottom?”
“You heard me,” the nun replied. “Sunday, after catechism. Wear your school uniform, including your panties.”
Clarice goggled at the nun.
Sister Mary let go of the girl's hair. “If you don't show up next Sunday, I will tell your parents what you were doing here. And you know that they would believe a nun over your word.” Sister Mary dropped her voice an octave. “Now get out of here!”
***
A week later, there was a knock on the door to Sister Mary's office. All week, the nun had looked forward to this day, and it was finally here. Sister Mary had ended catechism early, and sent the yonger children home. She wanted to be along in the church when she punished Clarice.
“Come in,” the nun said. Clarice slunk into the office, her head down, and honey blond hair hanging in her face. Sister Mary took the time to study the girl. Clarice was long and lean, and she preferred to wear her plaid skirt short so that it hit midway on her thighs. She had pretty, sky-blue eyes and full breasts. Her fingers were slender, and so were her hips. Studying Clarice's now, the nun realized that the lovely tan came from the hours that Clarice spent in the sun. Sister Mary slapped a ruler absently across her palm, got up from her chair, and turned her gaze to the girl's white blouse. Clarice had obviously wasted money to get the shirt tailored. It was narrow at the waist and snug at across the young woman's breasts. The girl's nipples were hard and they jutted against the material.
“As we discussed, Clarice, you need to bend over the desk." Sister Mary rapped the desk with her ruler, and Clarice jumped.
"Sister Mary," the girl began in a pleading voice. "I'll be good. You don't have to spank me!"
"No," the Sister said. "I don't have to spank you. I can pick up the phone and call your parents." Sister Mary tapped the ruler idly against one hand. "Then I can tell them just exactly what you were doing in that confessional booth."
With lips trembling, Clarice shook her head “No,” and walked slowly toward the desk. “But sister,” Clarice said. “I promise I won't do anything like that again!”
"Bend over the desk," Sister Mary said. "And flip up your skirt." The nun gestured at the flat tabletop of the desk. "Do it now, or I call your parents."
Clarice blanched and pressed her pretty lips into a thin white line. "You wouldn't dare," she murmured. The girl's blue eyes sparkled with tears, and she approached the desk.
Though the girl's conscious mind was begging not to be spanked, the nun could see that her body was aching for it. Clarice's nipples were harder than ever before, standing out against the thin material of blouse. And though the girl had tears in her eyes, the orbs were bright with anticipation. "Take off your panties before you bend over, Clarice." The nun's eyes also sparkled, however not with tears, but a wicked gleam.
The nun leaned back against the desk as the Clarice complied with her demands. Clarice leaned over and untied her shoes, and removed them along with her white ankle-socks. More slowly, Clarice pulled down her panties. “You have excellent legs,” Sister Mary said. “And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva! Did your boyfriend ask you to shave it?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Clarice answered. "When I realized I might have to remove my panties in front of you, it seemed the right thing was to shave.”
“That was thoughtful of you." Sister Mary said, and smiled. The nun motioned the girl closer. "I definitely prefer a shaven vulva," she said. "Come closer. I want to inspect your pussy.”
Clarice stepped nearer to Sister Mary and the girl lifted her skirt high. The nun smiled wickedly, and said: “You're blushing, and that's appropriate. It means that you are not used to undressing in front of a stranger." The nun rapped her hand with the ruler. "Your face is nearly as red as your ass soon will be. But first--.” Sister Mary allowed her words to trail off as she ran her fingers along Clarice’s perfect mons pubis. “This is smooth and perfect," the nun said "I love your small pubic mound and well-defined slit.” The nun slipped her middle finger in Clarice's pussy. “You have such a lovely clitoris," Sister Mary said. "You are wet, and I know you're enjoying this!”
Clarice groaned and pushed herself against the nun's finger. “Oooh," she said. "I wish I wasn’t,” Clarice groaned. “This feels like a sin.”
The nun stroked Clarice a few more times, sinking her finger deep into the girl, then pulled it free. “I don't mind telling you, Clarice, that I'm hot and wet, too. But we didn't come here to fuck. First, you must learn how to be a subordinate." The nun considered for a moment, then placed her ruler on the desk. "Go to the bookshelf," Sister Mary said, "and bring me that paddle.”
Clarice whimpered and turned to walk to the bookshelf. Sister Mary's eyes lit up again. “Your calves are perfectly formed, Clarice.” The nun licked her lips. “And I love the dimples on the backs of your knees.”
Clarice walked quicker, and hesitated only a moment before picking the wooden paddle off the shelf. She studied it smoothness and wondered how many young girls Sister Mary had used the paddle on in the past. Clarice felt her pussy getting wetter with the thought.
“Now,” Sister Mary said gently. “Bring the paddle now.” As the girl turned, the nun noted Clarice's eyes still sparkled with tears. Thinking to put the girl at ease for the spanking to come, Sister Mary commented on the girl's beauty: “You know, Clarice,” the said. “Your thighs below your pussy are tanned and perfect. You could easily be a model.”
Clarice's face lit for a moment in a smile, and she strode quickly to the nun and tried to hand her the paddle.
But Sister Mary adjusted her robe and waved her hand. “Before you give me that paddle,” the nun said, “I want you to examine it.” The nun grinned and showed her teeth. “This type of paddle isn't easy to find, as I wanted one that was made of redwood, because it has a color that matches the tone of a spanked ass.” The nun licked her thick lips; Clarice put her head down. “But redwood is heavy, and the man who owned the store talked me out of that particular paddle. Instead, he suggested a hickory paddle.” The nun's eyes were on Clarice's downcast face. “The owner of the store explained that a lighter paddle would sting as much as the heavier version, and would not wear out my arm. And the color of hickory is delightful!”
Sister Mary put out one hand and stroked the paddle that Clarice held. “You can see,” the nun said, “how well polished it is, Clarice. The edges rounded, and I've had one of my punished students coat it with three coats of lacquer.” The nun put her fingers under the girl's chin and raised her face so Clarice could meet her eyes. “You can't help but admire the hickory's grain,” the nun said, stroking the girl's cheek. “I sought out a long paddle, so that I could deliver the spankings easily. The head is fifteen inches long, and five inches in width.” The nun smiled and licked her lips again. Telling Clarice the story of the paddle was making Sister Mary hot! “There's luck in multiples of five,” the nun said. “The handle is 10 inches long. You are fortunate that I found this paddle when I did. It was was the last of its kind and very expensive. But it is worth it, because I know that you will benefit from this experience.”
The nun took the paddle from Clarice. “It’s time for us to begin,” the nun said pleasantly. “Now I want you to bend over my desk and flip up your skirt.” The nun watched as Clarice as she was told. “Now put your palms on the surface, and raise your beautiful ass high.”
Clarice did as she was told, but the tail of her blouse covered the upper half of her buttocks. Sister Mary frowned. “That blouse is too long,” she said. “It will interfere with my strokes. You will have to remove your blouse.”
Clarice straightened and put her fingers to the top button of her white blouse. “Sister Mary,” she said. “Please. I promise, I'll never masturbate again.”
But the nun wouldn't take nofor answer. “Take off your blouse,” Sister Mary said. “This needs to be done right.” The girl stood and put her hands to her buttons. As the girl unbuttoned her blouse, the nun noted that the girl was not wearing a bra. “Oh, that's lovely,” Sister Mary said. “Let me inspect your breasts.” Holding the paddle in her right hand, the nun ran the fingers of her left hand over Clarice's breast. The nun toyed with the nipple long enough for it to get hard, like a pencil eraser. “You are excited,” the nun said. “I think you’ve been looking forward to this spanking!” The nun flicked the nipple a few more times. “No bra. A shaven pusssy. You didn't have to do these things, but you did.”
Clarice groaned at the nun's manipulation of her nipple, but tried to take on a steady tone. “Sister Mary,” she said. “You can take whatever pleasure you want from this, but if you try to fuck me, I'll go to my parents myself!”
The nun flicked Clarice's nipple hard, and then bent to give it a quick lick. “I have no intention of fucking you, Clarice. Your dildo will remain in your purse, where you left it.” Sister Mary ran the fingers of her free hand down Clarice's flat stomach to her perfect pussy, and I slipped in her middle finger. “But your pussy is even wetter than before.” With her finger still inside the girl, Sister Mary leaned forward and trailed her tongue from the center of Clarice's breasts up to her chin. “I would love to fuck you hard, but you will have to ask for it.”
The nun took her finger out of the girl's pussy and slipped it into her mouth for a quick taste. “Mmm,” Sister Mary said. “So sweet. But it's time to begin. “Bend over the desk as I showed you before, and get ready for your punishment.” The nun grinned wickedly as Clarice moved to comply. “I think after this, that you'll be a good of my own personal church,” Sister Mary said. “So I'm not going to hold back. That way, this will be a memorable experience for both of us. Years from now, Clarice, you'll be happy as you look back on this spanking that I'm about to give you. You'll remember it, and you'll realize that it helped you to be come a perfect young lady.”
Sister Mary moved behind the girl. “Beautiful,” the nun said. “Now raise your ass just a little higher.” Clarice put her elbows on the desktop to gain leverage and comply with the nun's order. “Perfect!” Sister Clarice said. “Now your pussy peeks out between the tops of your thighs, and your ass looks as though it was made for my paddle.”
The nun moved closer and Clarice tightened in anticipation. “Such lovely tits, Clarice,” Sister Mary commented. “They are beautiful and ripe!” The nun gave the girl an evil wink, then affectionately patted Clarice's bare bottom with the paddle. This increased the girl's nervous anticipation of the spanking that was to come. And then, the nun pulled the paddle back sharply, swung it in a circular motion, and landed a powerful smack on Clarice's trembling ass.
“Ohhhh!” Clarice cried out.
“Did that get your attention, Clarice?” The nun chuckled. “I loved the way your breasts moved at the moment of impact. Ripe, soft mounds. I'm so glad I scheduled this discipline for Sunday after catechism, don’t you agree, Clarice?” The nun patted the girl's ass with her free hand. “Did that spanking sting the way it was supposed to?”
Clarice bit her trembling lip. “Yes it did,” she said.
“Good,” the nun said. “I will have to share this story with future girls who take the same wayward path that you. Then those girls will know what's in store for them.”
The nun raised the paddle as she spoke, and spanked Clarice again, harder this time. The girl cried out again, and the nun found the tenor of Clarice's voice delightful. “Have faith, Clarice!” the nun said before laying on with the paddle for the third time. “I love the expression on your lovely face. It tells me how much each blow truly stings.” The nun rubbed the girl's bottom. “Do you think you'll remember not to masturbate in the confessional booth?”
“Yes, oh yes,” Clarice blubbered. “I always remember not to touch myself while I'm in church!” The nun laid into the girl's cute ass again with the paddle. “Oh Sister, please!” Clarice pleaded.
“Oh Sister, please,” the nun said, repeating the girl's plea. “I'll gladly give you another, since you've asked so nicely,” Sister Mary said, deliberately misinterpreting what Clarice had said. The nun swung the paddle again. “Please do keep moving your ass in such a lovely manner!” the nun said. “It makes me wet.”
“Oh, Sister Mary, this hurts!” Clarice shifted from side to side. “How many more strokes?”
“I decide how long your spanking continues,” Sister Mary said. “And the more strokes I give you, the more I enjoy it. And the more I enjoy it, the more strokes I'll give you.” Sister drew back and let fly with another hard smack to the girl's buttocks. “I warned you,” the nun said. “This will be a severe and lengthy spanking, and I'm just getting started. The best is yet to come!” To make the point clear, the nun brought the paddle down hard again. “I love your delightful cry! I do so wish I had thought to record this spanking for the Internet.”
Clarice tried not to say anything, and she bit her lip so that she wouldn't sob too loudly. That made the smack of the paddle against her delicious ass the only sound in the room. “Your lovely ass is becoming a bright red,” Sister Clarice said. “It's too bad you can't see it – so lovely and red.” Clarice held her tongue and remained silent.
“This is perfect,” the nun said in a lilting voice. “Sometimes I spank your right cheek,” she said, spanking Clarice's right buttock. “Sometimes I spank your left cheek,” the nun continued, swatting hard at the left buttock. “Usually, though, I land the paddle firmly on both cheeks,” Sister Mary said before delivering a powerful blow to both buttocks, a blow that echoed in her small office. The nun laughed at the sound and reached her free hand under the girl's chest. “I didn't think it was possible,” Sister Mary said, “but your nipple is even harder!” The nun clenched her own legs together, and moaned: “My pussy is wet!.” The nun gave the girl another sharp blow to the girl's quivering, red cheeks.
At last Clarice broke down and pleaded with the nun. “Please, Sister Mary. Please, have mercy on me,” she cried out. “I can’t take any more!”
The nun, having just landed another blow, agreed; her arm was beginning to tire. “All right, Clarice,” Sister Mary said. “In the midst of all the red on your ass, I see the beginning of a blister. I don't want to break your delicious skin – at least, not this time. Do you think you've learned something today?”
Clarice stood straight and rubbed her ass cheeks. They were hot to the touch, and the girl sobbed: “Yes, Sister Mary. I learned not to masturbate in the confessional booth. Please don’t spank me anymore.” She sobbed harder from pain, shame, and relief.
“There, there Clarice,” The nun said. “I’m finished, and you were brave to take your punishment and allow me such pleasure. It's seldom that I get so wet from spanking a young girl, but this time it was perfect!” Sister Mary noted that the girl continued to rub her red-hot ass cheeks. “Stay there for a moment, Clarice,” the nun said. “I have a soothing balm that will turn that pain into a sensuous coolness.” Sister Mary opened a drawer in her desk, removed a container, and poured some of it into her right hand. Sister Mary rubbed the balm into Clarice's beautiful ass in long, smooth, circular strokes. “Does this feel better, Clarice?”
Clarice took her hands away from her butt cheeks and began to moan. She moved her ass against the nun's hand and felt a delightful tingling begin in her pussy. “Yessss,” Clarice sighed. “It feels wonderful, Sister Mary.” The girl cooed and murmured. “This feels so wonderful. It was worth all that pain to have such pleasure.”
“Excellent!” the nun said, slipping a finger into the girl's slit. “I’ll give you a bottle of this balm to take home with you. Use it if you feel more pain, though I would prefer to apply it myself. I love rubbing this balm into the bruised flesh of your perfect ass.” the nun slipped her finger deeper into Clarice's slit. “I particularly enjoy rubbing it between your thighs.” The nun giggled, then stopped.
“Let me see how you look in front,” Sister Mary said to the girl. Clarice turned around, and the nun noted how wet the girl was. “My goodness,” the nun said. “Look at you. Your pussy is soaking wet!”
“Oh dear!” Clarice said. “I am so embarrassed!”
The nun drew the girl in a tight hug. “That juice will definitely soak through your panties,” Sister Mary said. “But I think I have the cure for that!” The nun flipped open the girl's purse and reached inside for the dildo that she knew Clarice kept at hand. “Do you think this will help alleviate your wetness.”
Clarice remembered what the nun had said about fucking her – not until she asked. Clarice licked her lips then kissed the nun full on the mouth. “Please,” was all she said.
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