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Lorraine and Alison sat sipping their Latte Coffee's in a restaurant of a local department store. They were still laughing about what they had both got up to the previous night at the nightclub,the sexy dance they both had done and the pleasure they both took at having all the guy's in the club look at them,want to dance with them,chat them up and even buying them drinks,some guys wanted to bring them on dates,but Lorraine and Alison were just two teases,who liked to lead guy's on and get whatever they could from them on a night out.
"Fuck,if we were still at school the Nuns and Monk's would be really angry;we wouldn't be able to sit for a week," Lorraine said,laughing.
"Yeah,remember that Monk that spanked us both just before we left school,it was the last time we were punished,fuck he really laid into us that day," Alison said,remembering laying over the Monk's knee and feeling her bottom in flames as he brought his hand down harder and harder.
"Oh,yeah,I remember him, he spanked you first and then me,I never forget the feeling,I was weighing up whether to run and take my chances with the Nun's or stay and suffer," Lorraine said; "It really hurt," she continued.
"Wonder is he even still alive?,fuck,he was a real pervert, groping our bottoms as we lay over his knee,gives me the creeps to think he was probably getting off on spanking us,"Alison said.
"Oh,he's still alive, I heard from Ashley that he is Master of that Monastery outside the city,what's it called?",Lorraine said.
"Ashley,your sister?,how does she know?" Alison asked.
"She had to go there to make amends for something she done,think it was the time she had that fight with her neighbour and they were both given the choice of going to the Monastery or face some legal costs,so she took the option of going to the Monastery ."
"Fuck me,what happened?",Alison asked,astonished.
Lorraine looked around,making sure no one was listening before answering,"She got her bum spanked," Lorraine whispered.
"By that Monk?" Alison inquired.
"No,by a Nun,but it was the Monk who ordered that she and her neighbour both be spanked,so Ashley was taken to a room by a Nun and then she told me that the Nun really scolded her before sitting down and Ashley had to bend over the Nun's knee and then the Nun spanked her," Lorraine said in a low voice.
"Fuck,did it hurt,?" Alison asked.
"Yeah,she said that the Nun spanked her on her bare bum and it really hurt," Lorraine answered.

Lorraine and Alison both sat in silence and sipped their coffee's,both locked in their own thoughts about what Ashley must have went through.
"We would have so much to confess we would be over someone's knee for a long time,"Alison finally said.
"Ashley told me that while it hurt alot,she felt a weight had been lifted off her,and she said that she felt really horny that night with her boyfriend," Lorriane laughed.Both Alison and Lorraine giggled like schoolgirl's,as if they were back at school.
"I'd love to go and take a spanking again,see what happen's," Alison said suddenly.
Lorraine looked at her; "I'm not sure,Ashley said she couldn't sit properly for about a week," Lorraine said.
"Yeah,but imagine if we could take it again like we did at school;imagine that Monk's face if we didn't even cry out or give into him," Alison said.
"Now that would be good,but I think I would cry out...a lot!" Lorraine said.
"Are you chicken?" Alison said with a laugh.
"Hell,yeah,I like my bum the colour it is".
"Come on,let's give it a go,just for a laugh".Alison encouraged.
Lorraine took another sip of her coffee and stared down at the table,she remembered being over that Monk's knee at school,how hard the spanking was,how bruised her bottom was,but how she touched herself that night and had an amazing orgasm.
"Ok,let's go," Lorraine said.
They both pulled out their phones in a race to see who could find the telephone number of 'St.Birchwood's ,Monastery of Repentance' first..


Lorraine and Alison remembered the painful spanking they both received at the hands of the Monk while attending school.


The following Tuesday morning at 11am Lorraine and Alison found themselves sitting in a room facing a stern looking Nun who was leafing through their school records which had been obtained from St. Vincent's School for Girl's and sent to the Monastery for the perusal of the Abbot and his staff of Religious Disciplinarians.
"Well,well,the both of you were indeed justly spanked when you were at school," the Nun said with a slight smile on her lips."This behaviour is outrageous, there certainly is no doubt that you are both very wicked and deserve to be punished on a regular basis," the Nun said as she looked at both Lorraine and Alison."Yes,I can see it now;that wicked look in you both,I have no doubt that you both get up to very wicked behaviour still," the Nun said as she stood up; "The Abbot will be more than pleased to see you both again," the Nun continued as she walked to the door.
"I bet he will," Lorraine whisper.
"SILENCE,"the Nun yelled, "Now follow me you naughty,naughty girl's".
Alison and Lorraine followed the Nun out of the room and along a long corridor which had many religious images on the walls. Some where in the Monastery the girl's could hear the sound of Gregorian Chant and when the chanting stopped,Alison could swear she heard the sound of someone crying .Memories of the corporal punishment they both received at school filled each girl's head as they followed the Nun with the thick,long black strap around her waist,the swishing of the Nun's long black habit brought back memories of being led to a the punishment room where the Monk was waiting to place each of them over his knee and deliver a good thrashing on their naked,exposed posteriors.
Finally they arrived at a door and they were ordered by the Nun to take a seat on the long Church pew outside the room. Alison and Lorraine sat down as the Nun knocked and entered the room.When the Nun opened the door the girl's could hear a female voice crying and saying, "PLEASE,PLEASE,I promise I'll be good !"
The door closed and Alison and Lorraine looked at each other.
"Fuck,did you hear that?" Lorraine asked.
"Shit,have we done the right thing?"
Before either one of them could speak again,the door opened and the Nun came out grasping a girl aged about 25 by her ear and saying, "Stop that sniffling, you little harlot,I will be dealing with you now as the Abbot has to deal with these two wicked wenches,"the Nun said,glaring at Alison and Lorraine.
The girl's watched the small Nun drag the tall girl by her ear down the corridor.
"Oh fuck ,"Alison said alarmingly.
"Fuck that poor girl is Skye,she is Ashley's neighbour,maybe she had more to confess",Lorraine said.
As they both watched the Nun drag Skye down the corridor to do whatever she pleased,the girl's suddenly became aware of someone standing at the door.







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Memories of Miss Manson

This is a true story of what happened to me during my time at secondary school between 1987 and 1994. In 1986, if my memory serves me correctly, corporal punishment in schools was banned. However, that didn’t seem to stop teachers at my old school – and may I add – completely female teachers – from using it on occasions. I remember an incident in a Drama lesson at the school. We were all in PE kit of t-shirt and shorts and had been instructed by the teacher, a tall, blonde lady called Mrs...

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Memories Revisited Teach Your Children Well

Memories Revisited: Teach Your Children Well By Heather St. Claire It was Saturday, and the city was still waking up. Although the stores at the Twin Pines Mall were not yet open, their employees, delivery people, mall walkers and others already had the structure pulsing with life. Inside one of those stores, a clothing shop for plus-sized and tall women, the owner was having tea in her break room with a customer who required special considerations?because he was a man. Eric Madsen...

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Memories

Memories By Robin Y. I often think back to how I came to be the feminine male I am. There remains a lot of wishful thinking, but wishful thinking never changed anything and I try to use what I remember to gain some understanding of why I am who I am. I don't know if that is possible....I'm sure those memories are tainted with time, but I do believe that they offer some clues to why I chose the paths I have. Why we have the inclination for these choices may never be clear....but...

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Memories are made of this

There are key moments in everyone's life that determine their future. They lie in one's memory and emerge when other major events occur and this way they influence forthcoming life. Sometimes they seem negligible and are ignored by others while others that seem to be significant are just a consequences of a series of decisions made years ago. Those are not pleasant or sweet in most cases though they force me to go back and relive them again and again. Thus I can write only 'bout my...

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Memorial Day Memories 4

Memorial Day Memories Part 4 End Part 3: “Keep going, cum inside me. Cum with me.” She pulled my face back towards hers and we kissed again. After only a dozen or so more thrusts, I came. So did she. Moaning into each other’s mouths, we released our tensions, proving our love for one another. We lay there, in the aftermath of our orgasms, both of us as happy as we had ever been. “I love you Austin Lewis.” “Jocelyn Rae Lewis, I love you, and always will.” I woke up early the next morning and...

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Memories

Kevin Reilly unlocked his front door, kicked off his shoes and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He had just taken his wife Keri to the airport where she was going to be catching the 8 a.m. commuter flight to the state capital. It was her biweekly three day trip to perform secretarial duties for her boss, Bradley Knox III, or as Kevin always referred to him, Trey. Every time he used that nickname for her boss's pretentious official name Keri would remind him that her boss hated it....

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Memories of Flight 109

Peggy Oxenberg paid no attention to the wide-open spaces far below California Air Express' Las Vegas Shuttle as it made a wide banking turn that gave the passengers on her side of the aircraft a breathtaking view. With almost as many hours in the air as the pilot at the controls, the former flight attendant had seen it too many times before to be impressed. Instead, the forty-six year old vice-president of in-flight operations concentrated on the paperwork she had brought with her to wrap up...

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Memorial Day Party

Illustrated version available on request to Author Good things were happening to Paul in almost breath-taking fashion. First, he had received a token payment for his novella, which was promptly followed by a solid $5000 retainer after the publisher had read a rough draft of the first three chapters of his latest novel, with additional funds to follow if and when the subsequent chapters met the standard of the initial pages. Now with Memorial Day approaching Carol had called to invite him to a...

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Memorial Daze

Signing to Sherry ‘I’m not lying. Joe and his friend held me down in the basement and raped me!” Tears in my eyes as the look of disbelief on the face of my so called best friend tells me she doesn’t believe my story.As if she can’t help but see the bruises all over my arms, the dried cum on and between my thighs or the torn night gown I was wearing when I went to bed. “Okay say I believe you, just how did they find you alone, in the basement dressed only in a nightgown?” How indeed!...

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Memories of Halloween Past

The moon had a strange, orange hue to it while the crisp fall breeze was cool and dry. Leaves the color of pumpkins were swept across the cracked sidewalks, creating a rustling sound as they scraped the weathered cement. The sky was dark, almost so dark that instead of black it took on the color of navy blue. The stars did not shine through the cover of clouds, but the moon’s orange glow could still be seen. It seemed to be the perfect evening for a Halloween. One young couple was certainly of...

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Memories Arent Forgotten Ch 02

‘So you think there’s something wrong with Auntie Flo? I was at the house yesterday and she looked okay to me. So what if she when to the church bingo Saturday then the church picnic on Sunday?’ Jessie told Danny and she carefully emptied some flour into the large bowl Chad was mixing furiously. It was late Tuesday afternoon, three days after her fall at the restaurant. She had decided to take everyone’s advice and taken a couple of days off from teaching literature at the local high school....

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Memories of a gay boy part2 run devil run

Introduction: New part to Memories of a gay boy! enjoy! Intro: Sometimes temptation gets the best of us all, for some of us it just happens more often. Your not told how to make the right decisions your just thrown into a situation and told to do your best. And when you look back on what you did nothing can fix that little mistake. I felt like my world was crashing around me when those words fell out of his mouth It really sucks Im straight. He said it so casually, like it didnt matter that he...

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Memories of Summer

I shivered as I walked on the vacant boardwalk this late November afternoon. The angry waves had much to say as they crashed along the beach, mercilessly taking more sand (and memories) with them. Just a mere four months ago, this beach was my home and sanctuary. It was my own private paradise. I found great enjoyment and even greater pleasure here with the four “s” words, sun, sand, surf and sex. I loved it all, though not equally. The sex part was by far my favorite. I placed my hand on the...

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Memories of A Gay Boy part 3 Vanilla

Introduction: Memories of a gay boy part 3! wait for the last part! Intro: In the dark hours of the night, Tokyo screams with noise. Never silent, never peaceful, and never finished. aishite mo ii kai? yureru yoru ni aragamama de ii yo matto fukaku kurushii kurai ni nareta kuchibiru ga tokeau hodoni boku wa…kimi no…vanilla rang through the house. The sound of Gackt: Vanilla sang its tempting melody in the hotel room. Translation is Would it be ok to love, too, in this trembling night? Just like...

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