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It had been by the first post that the letter had arrived. Abbot Deaglan had sat at his study desk,after breakfast, and opened the envelope.The rain was tapping at the window ,it was set to be another cold,rainy,winter's day,but Abbot Deaglan took comfort in his private study among his books and memories.Now in his sixty eight year and his forty second year as a Monk he felt very content with what he had achieved . He had become Principal of St.Birchwood's Monastery of Repentance fifteen years ago and since then had strived to bring discipline back into society,he firmly believed that a lack of corporal punishment was the cause of society's woes.He very often thought back on the years he spent administering to those who came to the Monastery and wished to experience what the Abbot termed THE DISCIPLINE. The Abbot's idea of discipline took the form of corporal punishment,those who were repentant very often found themselves either over the Abbot's knee or at the receiving end of the Abbot's cane or strap;the Abbot felt that the whipping of the naked buttocks very often was successful in making someone very remorseful indeed. Male and Females had all suffered at the hands of the Abbot.Like his predessors the Abbot had kept meticulous records of the discipline he administered,he enjoyed describing,in great detail,the discipline he inflicted on those who came before him.The Abbot liked to read over some of his descriptions and allowed his mind to fill with the sights and sounds of spanking or caning a penitant on his or her naked posterior.
The Abbot took his paper knife and opened the letter. He took the single page out of the envelope,the Abbot didn't recognise the address; but began to read.
Dear Abbot,
You may not remember me but my name is Oliver Brown,many years ago you came to the school I attended and acted as Dean Of Discipline. I am afraid to admit that on more than one occasion I was sent to your room and ,deservedly,you took the cane to me . I attended the Christian Brother's School in the city,however I can imagine that you must have punished many boys so you probably won't remember me. I am writing to you to ask for a meeting with you. I do not know whether you still administer but I could certainly do with the type of correction you dished out to me at school. You see I have been with the same girl for four years now,but recently I was unfaithful to her,I love her very much,but while I was out with some friends I am afraid I drank too much and before I knew it I was kissing another girl. I felt really bad and told my girlfriend what I done,she forgave me,but I don't feel satisfied.I am writing to you in the hope that you do still administer and will agree to see me at your earliest convenience as I strongly feel I would benefit from the form of discipline you inflicted on me when I was at school.
I hope to hear from you.
Your's Faithfully,
Oliver.
The Abbot placed the letter on his desk. He couldn't remember Oliver ,in those day's the Abbot had thrashed a lot of behinds,but reading the letter made the Abbot aroused.A fornicator to deal with ! The Abbot smiled to himself and picked up his pen and began to write a reply;
Dear Oliver,
I was pleased to receive your letter.I do understand the turmoil you must be feeling and will be only too willing to assist you in the way that you wish.I am available on Wednesday morning at 11am.I do hope that this appointment will suit you and I will see you in my study to discuss your discipline needs.
Your's Sincerely,
Abbot Deaglan,Master.
Oliver was surprised to receive the Abbot's letter that afternoon by courier. Oliver could tell by the speed of the Abbot's response that the Abbot was looking forward to seeing him.Oliver cast his mind back to his schooldays;presenting himself to the Monk who was then Dean of Discipline; removing his school blazer and bending over the desk where a brief discussion on the importance of discipline would take place while the Dean of Discipline paced behind him,cane in hand. Once the lecture was over Oliver would feel the cane plied across his backside and then the sting,oh that sting as the Monk brought the cane down on his posterior.Oliver had always wanted to cry out,but was always aware of the other boy's waiting outside the Dean of Discipline's room,it was a test of strength not to cry out,anyone who cried out would be ridiculed by his peers after school. Oliver had been over the Dean's desk on five occasions during his first year at the school. His second year was none better with eight visits over the desk,his third year also saw eight visits to the Dean to receive a thrashing,his fourth year saw nine visits and his fifth year saw a very painful twelve visits.Then the Monk had left the school and it was rumoured that he had been made Dean of Discipline at the local girl's school.These rumours had made Oliver get an erection. When Oliver had met his girlfriend she had told him where she went to school and during the course of their conversation Oliver had learned that his girlfriend had received the strap from the very same Monk who had thrashed him,it seemed in the girl's school the Monk liked to put the young ladies over his knee also.Oliver had never been over the Monk's knee but he had heard that three boy's had been spanked while lying over the Dean of Discipline's knee.
Wednesday morning arrived and Oliver made his way to the Monastery.He had never before been in the monastery. He knocked at the heavy doors and waited.A few moments later he could hear a shuffling noise and then some heavy bolts been moved.The door opened and a short,fat Monk wearing a long black habit glared at him.
"Yes,boy,what do you want?" the Monk asked.
"My name is Oliver Brown and I have an appointment with the Abbot," Oliver answered.
Suddenly the Monk smiled and looked at Oliver from head to toe.
"Ah,yes,you are expected,boy,come in,you must not keep the Abbot waiting he is very busy these days," the Monk said ,standing aside to let Oliver walk past him and into the large entrance hall.
"Usually those who wish to confess are directed to the large building on the right of the gate as you came in,but the Abbot has directed that he will see you in his private room,you must have been a very naughty boy," the Monk said wry smile of his lipless mouth.
Oliver followed the Monk to the end of a large,wide staircase.
"Go to the top of the stairs and turn right,the Abbot's room is the last door on the right,knock and wait to be called inside,boy",the Monk said leaving Oliver and walking quickly away down the corridor.
Oliver walked to the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor.He stood outside the room and knocked.There was silence.Oliver looked up and down the corridor ,had he got the right room;he knocked again and this time a voice said,
"One moment,I am not ready for you yet."
Oliver stood with his back against the wall and waited .
The knock on the door had produced an excitement within the Abbot.He was looking forward to this immensely .He smoothed down his long,black,wool habit over his thighs.He placed his hand on his semi erect penis and cleared his throat before announcing, "You may enter."
Oliver opened the door and was met with the sight of a short,fat monk with a long gray goatee beard sitting on an armless chair behind a large ornate table.The Monk looked fatter in his thick wool habit and cowl.Oliver could vaguely recognise the face of the Dean of discipline from some years back.He looked older,his face was wrinkled and his once brown beard had been shaved to form a goatee which was long and unkempt ,his hair was straggly ,but there was that stern look on the old face,that same stern look that many a boy,including Oliver had dreaded at school.The Monk's table was filled with folders and books and as Oliver stepped further into the room he became aware of rows of books piled on bookshelves which ran the length and width of the room.
"Come,boy,close the door; come closer,let me see you," the Abbot ordered.
Oliver closed the door and walked to the Abbot's table. The Abbot looked up at him.
"Oliver Brown...you said in your letter that I had reason to punish you at school?"
"Yes,Abbot a good few times...."
"Go to the shelf on the left by the fireplace,there you will find a black ,thick folder,bring it to me,boy",the Abbot ordered,not leaving Oliver finish what he was saying.
Oliver done what he was told and placed the folder in front of the Abbot.He stood in silence watching the Abbot flick through the pages of the folder,this went on for sometime ,until finally the Abbot found what he was looking for.
"Ah,yes,now I have you,you were a very insolent boy,Oliver,for instance on the 6th of November,2011 I administered ten stokes of the cane to you for fighting on the school grounds",the Abbot said,looking at Oliver with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Oliver remembered ,he also remembered that the boy he fought with was one of the boy's who had been put over the Abbot's knee back then.Oliver guessed the Abbot was reliving the memory also as he was smiling as he read from the folder before returning his glare to Oliver. Oliver remembered standing outside the Dean of Discipline's study and listening to the spanking of his fellow combatant taking place.Oliver had been convinced that the boy he had fought with had been spanked on his bare bottom.Oliver remembered the intense pain he felt from each stroke of the cane and now,he guessed,he would feel that pain again.
"I read and re read your letter,Oliver and I will chastise you for what you have done and pray that it will be of good benefit to you," the Abbot said,still staring at Oliver.
Before Oliver could say anything he watched as the Abbot moved back his chair and said, "Now,boy take your coat off and come round my desk,I think sometime over my knee for a start."
Oliver removed his coat and hung it on the coat stand next to the Abbot's long black academic gown,then,hesitatingly ,Oliver walked around the Abbot's table and stood at the right hand side of the old Monk.
"Pull down your trousers and shorts ,boy,it is time we began",the Abbot said,looking flushed.
Oliver stared straight ahead,he couldn't bring himself to look at the Abbot as he undid his trousers and pulled them down,then he pulled down his shorts,he was suddenly aware that his penis was on full view for the Abbot's pleasure,but little did he know that the Abbot was already aroused and couldn't wait to have Oliver over his knee and his bare bottom exposed.Oliver stood there,rooted to the spot,he knew he needed this form of correction,but standing there,exposed,made he think back to his schooldays and what this Monk was capable off.
"Bend over my knee,Oliver," the Abbot said with a note of excitement in his voice.
As Oliver positioned himself over his knee,the Abbot knew he was very aroused.He spent a few moments looking down at the bare bottom,so inviting and waiting to be thrashed.With great excitement the Abbot placed his left hand firmly on the end of Oliver's back and then placed his right hand on Oliver's bare bottom.He felt Oliver move slightly,this made him smile. Then he raised his hand up almost to his shoulder and brought his hand down with as much strength as he could muster on the left rump of Oliver's bare bottom.He felt Oliver move again as he brought his hand down on the right rump of Oliver bottom. As his hand came down again and again,the Abbot watched the bare,once white,bottom of Oliver begin to turn a bright pink,before changing to red. The Abbot stopped the spanking for a few moments and spoke to Oliver ,all the time rubbing his hand gently around Oliver's now stinging bottom.
" Perhaps I should have done this all those years ago,Oliver,this does bring back memories to me,wonderful memories,so while I am helping you to atone for your errant ways,you are helping me to relive so very happy days indeed",the Abbot said ,bringing his hand down on Oliver's bottom again.
"You may cry out boy,there is no one outside the study;yes I know that back then you boy's tried to be tuff and display bravado,typical of naughty boys",the Abbot said,bringing his hand down again and again.
Oliver grimaced in pain at each slap,he felt his bottom getting very hot.He wasn't really aware what the Abbot was saying,he was just concentrating on the feeling of the Abbot spanking him and rubbing his bottom.The spanking continued for sometime and then Oliver was ordered to stand up.
"Bend over the side of the table ,Oliver," the Abbot said while still sitting on his chair.
Oliver bent over the table and saw out of the side of his eye that the Abbot was just sitting there.He could see that the Abbot looked very flushed and there was a smile on his lips,a smile that said contentment. Oliver knew that the Abbot had enjoyed spanking him.Finally the Abbot stood up and stood behind Oliver.Oliver could feel the Abbot's hand on his bottom.
"No,boy,not nearly red enough,the cane will make you feel truly repentant," the Abbot said as he walked to another table at the end of his room and took a cane.As the Abbot held the cane he was finding it hard to keep his excitement in check as he approached Oliver.
Oliver felt the cane being placed across his stinging posterior and then in an instant the sharp sting as the Abbot brought the cane down.Oliver did cry out.Again and again the cane painfully licked Oliver's bottom.Oliver was finding it hard to stay still but feared if he moved the Abbot would start again.Oliver remembered it the way it use be.The Abbot could certainly wield the cane. Finally,after ten hard stokes had been administered ,the Abbot retook his seat and ordered Oliver to stand , "...in repentance,bare bottom exposed ...." Oliver faced one of the bookshelves and couldn't help but notice the dates on some of the folders that were stacked on the shelf,2000 to 2012,accompanied with names of schools,Christian Brothers,St.Angela's etc,etc,.Oliver knew that these were places where the Abbot had been Dean of Discipline.As Oliver stood facing the wall he wondered was the Abbot aroused,he guessed he probably was. There was knock at the door and Oliver heard the Abbot been brought tea by a Nun who said, "Deary me ,Father Abbot,you look as if you could do with a cup of tea after your exertion,he must have been a very naughty boy".
"Oh,yes,Sr.Ethel;Oliver here and I go back a number of years,he was indeed insolent,I wonder Sr.Ethel if you would be so kind as to take Oliver to your room and administer a good spanking to him,I have a growing list of penitents to see today."
"Oh,yes of course,Abbot,I would be happy to help", Oliver heard the Nun say as she walked behind him."Yes,a good spanking,oh,yes,come with me boy."
Oliver turned to face the Nun who was to be his new tormentor,she was smiling amorously at him,Oliver felt very uncomfortable.He thanked the Abbot as he dressed and then followed Sr.Ethel out of the Abbot's study,standing outside the Abbot's study was girl waiting to go in.
Once inside Sr.Ethel's room Oliver became aware that he was in the presence of someone who thoroughly enjoyed administering corporal punishment, for on a series of tables lay rulers,canes,floggers and three wooded spoons.
"Now Oliver,come over here to me," Sr Ethel ordered in her high pitched,squeaky voice.Oliver walked slowly over to her.
"Come boy,surely you are not afraid of a old Nun.Drop your trousers and shorts and let me see the Abbot's handy work."
Oliver stood with his back to the Nun as she touched his bare bottom and used her fingers to trace the lines left by the Abbot's cane.
"Now,boy,I will add to the Abbot's work,bend over my knee".
Oliver lay over the Nun's knee and had to endure another hard spanking,this time the his torturer had not qualms about holding back her excitement as she thrashed his bottom.
Once Oliver reached home he told his girlfriend what had happened.She hugged him and looked at the red raised welts left by the Abbot and Sr.Ethel. She felt a tinge of jealousy when she heard how the old Nun had enjoyed the pleasure of touching Oliver on his bare bottom.However when Oliver told her that they should go to the Monastery together sometime,she baulked.,but as they discussed the feeling of relief Oliver had felt,she began to change her mind. Perhaps reliving their schooldays would be a good thing.
The Abbot took his paper knife and opened the letter. He took the single page out of the envelope,the Abbot didn't recognise the address; but began to read.
Dear Abbot,
You may not remember me but my name is Oliver Brown,many years ago you came to the school I attended and acted as Dean Of Discipline. I am afraid to admit that on more than one occasion I was sent to your room and ,deservedly,you took the cane to me . I attended the Christian Brother's School in the city,however I can imagine that you must have punished many boys so you probably won't remember me. I am writing to you to ask for a meeting with you. I do not know whether you still administer but I could certainly do with the type of correction you dished out to me at school. You see I have been with the same girl for four years now,but recently I was unfaithful to her,I love her very much,but while I was out with some friends I am afraid I drank too much and before I knew it I was kissing another girl. I felt really bad and told my girlfriend what I done,she forgave me,but I don't feel satisfied.I am writing to you in the hope that you do still administer and will agree to see me at your earliest convenience as I strongly feel I would benefit from the form of discipline you inflicted on me when I was at school.
I hope to hear from you.
Your's Faithfully,
Oliver.
The Abbot placed the letter on his desk. He couldn't remember Oliver ,in those day's the Abbot had thrashed a lot of behinds,but reading the letter made the Abbot aroused.A fornicator to deal with ! The Abbot smiled to himself and picked up his pen and began to write a reply;
Dear Oliver,
I was pleased to receive your letter.I do understand the turmoil you must be feeling and will be only too willing to assist you in the way that you wish.I am available on Wednesday morning at 11am.I do hope that this appointment will suit you and I will see you in my study to discuss your discipline needs.
Your's Sincerely,
Abbot Deaglan,Master.
Oliver was surprised to receive the Abbot's letter that afternoon by courier. Oliver could tell by the speed of the Abbot's response that the Abbot was looking forward to seeing him.Oliver cast his mind back to his schooldays;presenting himself to the Monk who was then Dean of Discipline; removing his school blazer and bending over the desk where a brief discussion on the importance of discipline would take place while the Dean of Discipline paced behind him,cane in hand. Once the lecture was over Oliver would feel the cane plied across his backside and then the sting,oh that sting as the Monk brought the cane down on his posterior.Oliver had always wanted to cry out,but was always aware of the other boy's waiting outside the Dean of Discipline's room,it was a test of strength not to cry out,anyone who cried out would be ridiculed by his peers after school. Oliver had been over the Dean's desk on five occasions during his first year at the school. His second year was none better with eight visits over the desk,his third year also saw eight visits to the Dean to receive a thrashing,his fourth year saw nine visits and his fifth year saw a very painful twelve visits.Then the Monk had left the school and it was rumoured that he had been made Dean of Discipline at the local girl's school.These rumours had made Oliver get an erection. When Oliver had met his girlfriend she had told him where she went to school and during the course of their conversation Oliver had learned that his girlfriend had received the strap from the very same Monk who had thrashed him,it seemed in the girl's school the Monk liked to put the young ladies over his knee also.Oliver had never been over the Monk's knee but he had heard that three boy's had been spanked while lying over the Dean of Discipline's knee.
Wednesday morning arrived and Oliver made his way to the Monastery.He had never before been in the monastery. He knocked at the heavy doors and waited.A few moments later he could hear a shuffling noise and then some heavy bolts been moved.The door opened and a short,fat Monk wearing a long black habit glared at him.
"Yes,boy,what do you want?" the Monk asked.
"My name is Oliver Brown and I have an appointment with the Abbot," Oliver answered.
Suddenly the Monk smiled and looked at Oliver from head to toe.
"Ah,yes,you are expected,boy,come in,you must not keep the Abbot waiting he is very busy these days," the Monk said ,standing aside to let Oliver walk past him and into the large entrance hall.
"Usually those who wish to confess are directed to the large building on the right of the gate as you came in,but the Abbot has directed that he will see you in his private room,you must have been a very naughty boy," the Monk said wry smile of his lipless mouth.
Oliver followed the Monk to the end of a large,wide staircase.
"Go to the top of the stairs and turn right,the Abbot's room is the last door on the right,knock and wait to be called inside,boy",the Monk said leaving Oliver and walking quickly away down the corridor.
Oliver walked to the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor.He stood outside the room and knocked.There was silence.Oliver looked up and down the corridor ,had he got the right room;he knocked again and this time a voice said,
"One moment,I am not ready for you yet."
Oliver stood with his back against the wall and waited .
The knock on the door had produced an excitement within the Abbot.He was looking forward to this immensely .He smoothed down his long,black,wool habit over his thighs.He placed his hand on his semi erect penis and cleared his throat before announcing, "You may enter."
Oliver opened the door and was met with the sight of a short,fat monk with a long gray goatee beard sitting on an armless chair behind a large ornate table.The Monk looked fatter in his thick wool habit and cowl.Oliver could vaguely recognise the face of the Dean of discipline from some years back.He looked older,his face was wrinkled and his once brown beard had been shaved to form a goatee which was long and unkempt ,his hair was straggly ,but there was that stern look on the old face,that same stern look that many a boy,including Oliver had dreaded at school.The Monk's table was filled with folders and books and as Oliver stepped further into the room he became aware of rows of books piled on bookshelves which ran the length and width of the room.
"Come,boy,close the door; come closer,let me see you," the Abbot ordered.
Oliver closed the door and walked to the Abbot's table. The Abbot looked up at him.
"Oliver Brown...you said in your letter that I had reason to punish you at school?"
"Yes,Abbot a good few times...."
"Go to the shelf on the left by the fireplace,there you will find a black ,thick folder,bring it to me,boy",the Abbot ordered,not leaving Oliver finish what he was saying.
Oliver done what he was told and placed the folder in front of the Abbot.He stood in silence watching the Abbot flick through the pages of the folder,this went on for sometime ,until finally the Abbot found what he was looking for.
"Ah,yes,now I have you,you were a very insolent boy,Oliver,for instance on the 6th of November,2011 I administered ten stokes of the cane to you for fighting on the school grounds",the Abbot said,looking at Oliver with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Oliver remembered ,he also remembered that the boy he fought with was one of the boy's who had been put over the Abbot's knee back then.Oliver guessed the Abbot was reliving the memory also as he was smiling as he read from the folder before returning his glare to Oliver. Oliver remembered standing outside the Dean of Discipline's study and listening to the spanking of his fellow combatant taking place.Oliver had been convinced that the boy he had fought with had been spanked on his bare bottom.Oliver remembered the intense pain he felt from each stroke of the cane and now,he guessed,he would feel that pain again.
"I read and re read your letter,Oliver and I will chastise you for what you have done and pray that it will be of good benefit to you," the Abbot said,still staring at Oliver.
Before Oliver could say anything he watched as the Abbot moved back his chair and said, "Now,boy take your coat off and come round my desk,I think sometime over my knee for a start."
Oliver removed his coat and hung it on the coat stand next to the Abbot's long black academic gown,then,hesitatingly ,Oliver walked around the Abbot's table and stood at the right hand side of the old Monk.
"Pull down your trousers and shorts ,boy,it is time we began",the Abbot said,looking flushed.
Oliver stared straight ahead,he couldn't bring himself to look at the Abbot as he undid his trousers and pulled them down,then he pulled down his shorts,he was suddenly aware that his penis was on full view for the Abbot's pleasure,but little did he know that the Abbot was already aroused and couldn't wait to have Oliver over his knee and his bare bottom exposed.Oliver stood there,rooted to the spot,he knew he needed this form of correction,but standing there,exposed,made he think back to his schooldays and what this Monk was capable off.
"Bend over my knee,Oliver," the Abbot said with a note of excitement in his voice.
As Oliver positioned himself over his knee,the Abbot knew he was very aroused.He spent a few moments looking down at the bare bottom,so inviting and waiting to be thrashed.With great excitement the Abbot placed his left hand firmly on the end of Oliver's back and then placed his right hand on Oliver's bare bottom.He felt Oliver move slightly,this made him smile. Then he raised his hand up almost to his shoulder and brought his hand down with as much strength as he could muster on the left rump of Oliver's bare bottom.He felt Oliver move again as he brought his hand down on the right rump of Oliver bottom. As his hand came down again and again,the Abbot watched the bare,once white,bottom of Oliver begin to turn a bright pink,before changing to red. The Abbot stopped the spanking for a few moments and spoke to Oliver ,all the time rubbing his hand gently around Oliver's now stinging bottom.
" Perhaps I should have done this all those years ago,Oliver,this does bring back memories to me,wonderful memories,so while I am helping you to atone for your errant ways,you are helping me to relive so very happy days indeed",the Abbot said ,bringing his hand down on Oliver's bottom again.
"You may cry out boy,there is no one outside the study;yes I know that back then you boy's tried to be tuff and display bravado,typical of naughty boys",the Abbot said,bringing his hand down again and again.
Oliver grimaced in pain at each slap,he felt his bottom getting very hot.He wasn't really aware what the Abbot was saying,he was just concentrating on the feeling of the Abbot spanking him and rubbing his bottom.The spanking continued for sometime and then Oliver was ordered to stand up.
"Bend over the side of the table ,Oliver," the Abbot said while still sitting on his chair.
Oliver bent over the table and saw out of the side of his eye that the Abbot was just sitting there.He could see that the Abbot looked very flushed and there was a smile on his lips,a smile that said contentment. Oliver knew that the Abbot had enjoyed spanking him.Finally the Abbot stood up and stood behind Oliver.Oliver could feel the Abbot's hand on his bottom.
"No,boy,not nearly red enough,the cane will make you feel truly repentant," the Abbot said as he walked to another table at the end of his room and took a cane.As the Abbot held the cane he was finding it hard to keep his excitement in check as he approached Oliver.
Oliver felt the cane being placed across his stinging posterior and then in an instant the sharp sting as the Abbot brought the cane down.Oliver did cry out.Again and again the cane painfully licked Oliver's bottom.Oliver was finding it hard to stay still but feared if he moved the Abbot would start again.Oliver remembered it the way it use be.The Abbot could certainly wield the cane. Finally,after ten hard stokes had been administered ,the Abbot retook his seat and ordered Oliver to stand , "...in repentance,bare bottom exposed ...." Oliver faced one of the bookshelves and couldn't help but notice the dates on some of the folders that were stacked on the shelf,2000 to 2012,accompanied with names of schools,Christian Brothers,St.Angela's etc,etc,.Oliver knew that these were places where the Abbot had been Dean of Discipline.As Oliver stood facing the wall he wondered was the Abbot aroused,he guessed he probably was. There was knock at the door and Oliver heard the Abbot been brought tea by a Nun who said, "Deary me ,Father Abbot,you look as if you could do with a cup of tea after your exertion,he must have been a very naughty boy".
"Oh,yes,Sr.Ethel;Oliver here and I go back a number of years,he was indeed insolent,I wonder Sr.Ethel if you would be so kind as to take Oliver to your room and administer a good spanking to him,I have a growing list of penitents to see today."
"Oh,yes of course,Abbot,I would be happy to help", Oliver heard the Nun say as she walked behind him."Yes,a good spanking,oh,yes,come with me boy."
Oliver turned to face the Nun who was to be his new tormentor,she was smiling amorously at him,Oliver felt very uncomfortable.He thanked the Abbot as he dressed and then followed Sr.Ethel out of the Abbot's study,standing outside the Abbot's study was girl waiting to go in.
Once inside Sr.Ethel's room Oliver became aware that he was in the presence of someone who thoroughly enjoyed administering corporal punishment, for on a series of tables lay rulers,canes,floggers and three wooded spoons.
"Now Oliver,come over here to me," Sr Ethel ordered in her high pitched,squeaky voice.Oliver walked slowly over to her.
"Come boy,surely you are not afraid of a old Nun.Drop your trousers and shorts and let me see the Abbot's handy work."
Oliver stood with his back to the Nun as she touched his bare bottom and used her fingers to trace the lines left by the Abbot's cane.
"Now,boy,I will add to the Abbot's work,bend over my knee".
Oliver lay over the Nun's knee and had to endure another hard spanking,this time the his torturer had not qualms about holding back her excitement as she thrashed his bottom.
Once Oliver reached home he told his girlfriend what had happened.She hugged him and looked at the red raised welts left by the Abbot and Sr.Ethel. She felt a tinge of jealousy when she heard how the old Nun had enjoyed the pleasure of touching Oliver on his bare bottom.However when Oliver told her that they should go to the Monastery together sometime,she baulked.,but as they discussed the feeling of relief Oliver had felt,she began to change her mind. Perhaps reliving their schooldays would be a good thing.
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