The Evil Within

Sister Sophie’s voice cracks when she whispers her sins. "I have had unclean thoughts. I touched myself while thinking them." Mother Irony smiles like she’s been waiting for this moment. Ten Hail Marys won’t cut it. Mother Irony knows the real cure. She grabs Sophie’s thick black hair, bends her over the hard wooden bench, and lifts the habit high enough to bare her ass. The first slap lands sharp. Sophie gasps, tits heavy against the wood. Mother Irony’s pale handprint blooms red across pale skin. Another blow. Another. Sophie’s big breasts shake with every strike, nipples hard against the rough cloth. Blonde strands stick to her sweaty forehead as she bites her lip and tries not to moan. Mother Irony pauses only to shove two fingers between Sophie’s soaked thighs, confirming the guilt. Wet. Needy. Still sinful. She keeps striking, harder, until Sophie’s knees buckle and her confession turns to ragged breathing. Only when the evil is beaten out and the blonde is trembling does Mother Irony decide the punishment fits the crime.