Janes Initiation by a Strict Nun
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As far back as sister Mary Angela could remember, she was never interested in sex. As a teenager she developed large breasts at a very young age and was curvy and beautiful. Despite the fact that she always dressed very conservatively. In her youth, boys and even some girls, treated her very nicely. She, however was never interested and as soon as she turned 18 she started her career as a woman of god. It’s all she ever wanted to do with her life. Many years later, in her early 40s she taught history in a catholic high school and despite the fact that she could still turn heads if she wanted too, she still had no interest in anything except her work. That is of course until the day she was left a very mysterious note.
As she was cleaning up her classroom she noticed the note on her desk. All it said was, I can’t stop thinking about you. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my entire life and I can’t get your luscious curves out of my mind. As she finished reading the note she could feel the blood rush to her face. Before she became a nun she was hit on all the time and even since, she has encountered students with the occasional crush on her but for some reason this was different. The more she thought about the fact that someone sat in her class everyday trying to picture what her body looked like under her habit turned her on immensely. She wondered who it could be.
The next day, threw all of her classes, she felt like she could feel the students undressing her with their eyes and she became so flustered at times that repeatedly throughout the day she had to excuse herself and go out into the hall to cool down. Why, she had never in her entire life had any interest in sex, so why now, that she was a woman of god, did she have these strange feelings. She quickly realized that it was because she was a nun and because the idea of an affair with a student was so inappropriate and taboo that it made her soaking wet at the thought. As she was once again cleaning up and preparing to leave for the day, there was another note, but this time it was attached to a package. How did the student manage to slip this by her again. It must have been one of the times she excused herself from the class. She opened up the package and inside was a skimpy pair of see through white lace thong panties and a pin with a little daisy flower on it. She had never in her entire life owned underwear like these. Completely hot and bothered for the tenth time that day she read the note. It said I can’t stop thinking about you. Ware these under your robes and ware this pin to signal to me that you are wearing them.
She ran back to her room as fast as she could. She told the other nuns in the convent that she was feeling ill and was not feeling up to chores today. She laid out the panties on her bed and stared at them for a while. Then , she removed all of her clothes and tried them on and stared at herself in the mirror. She was absolutely in love with how they made her feel. How sexy they made her look. She then drew herself a bath and could not stop thinking about how someone was picturing her this way rite now. Not as a woman of god but as a sex object, and she realized that’s how she wanted to be seen. She then decided to not only shave her legs but her pubic hair down to nothing. After she was finished with that she did something else she never thought she would do. She slowly slipped one of her fingers into her tight wet pussy and began to pleasure herself. As her finger slide in and out of her pussy she started to feel cheep and dirty and she loved it. As she fingered herself over and over she actually started to call herself names. You’re a filthy whore she said to herself out loud, and decided she liked that too. You like this don’t you, she said, you like fingering your little whore, she hesitated for a second and then said the word pussy. She said it again. You like fingering your little whore pussy don’t you filthy slut? She said to herself out load. Oh god, I do. I really do like fingering my little slut pussy, oh god I love it. Why, she wondered to herself had she never done this before. Because it was wrong she thought. Because it was immoral and sinful and just plain bad. Oh yes she said out loud, it’s bad, it’s wrong and bad what your doing rite now and that’s why you love it. Isn’t it you little whore. After a while she started to use two fingers. She was no longer able to use words any more. All she could do is moan, moan like the little whore she was until for the first time in her life, she had an earth shattering orgasm and was completely incapable of not screaming at the top of her lungs as she came hard and felt her pussy contract and quiver around her fingers. Just then, there was a knock on her door. sister Mary Angela!, are you alright? Oh my god! They heard her! Of course they heard her, she was screaming. What was she going to do? How was she going to explain this? Um, yes mother superior, she said. I, um, I saw a spider and, um, and it scared me. I’m very sorry to alarm you mother superior. I am fine. Mother superior then yelled pull yourself together sister and walked away.
The next day as sister Mary Angela was getting dressed, she looked down at her freshly shaven pussy and could not believe she had done what she did. Then, she looked over on her night stand where she threw the pair of lace panties when she went to bed and at the daisy pin. Feeling flush and turned on again she slid on the pair of panties. Then, after she finished getting dressed, she pinned the daisy pin to her habit. All the next day of class, she was once again so turned on she could barley finish her lessons. She was wearing the pin and that meant that whoever had given her the panties would know she was wearing them. She knew whoever it was would also be trying to picture her wearing nothing put the panties. Then she thought about what she did last night. She found herself wishing that the person who gave her the panties could have seen her last night. By now she thought, the person knew she was wearing the panties, they knew what a whore she was. What a filthy dirty whore she was. Then suddenly she realized that she had stopped her lesson mid sentence to think this and the whole class was staring at her. As blood filled her face she said, just, just read quietly to yourself until the bell rings, and she ran out of the classroom as fast as she could.
When she returned to the empty classroom, just as she suspected, there was another package with another note. She opened the package expecting more lingerie but instead found a habit, just like the rest of the ones she wore every day. Why was he, or she, she thought, giving her another habit. She then to her surprise, she realized she was equally fine with it being a boy or a girl. Then she realized that she was u*********sly sliding her hand down to her pussy again and quickly stopped herself. Then she opened and read the note. It said, I'm so happy you liked my gift. Tomorrow I want you to wear this habit and daisy pin with no underwear at all.
She got home to the convent and new that she would not be able to get out of chores again tonight. She scrubbed the floors and did the dishes and all the other jobs that were her own as fast as she could. As soon as she got to her room, she once again drew herself a bath, and just as she did the night before she fingered her pussy, but this time she kept special care to keep her moaning as quiet as possible. At some point in her self pleasuring she cried out the word whore a little too loudly and moaned a little too loudly when she came but nobody seemed to notice.
The next morning, she put on the new habit her mystery admirer had given her and just as they demanded, she was completely naked under it and wore her daisy pin to signify this. In all of the excitement of the past several days, it had completely slipped her mind that today was the day the bishop and his entourage was coming by to inspect the school. They were there all day, popping in and out of classes, asking questions about their teaching methods. sister Mary Angela did not even dare let herself think about anything dirty today, and as soon as her lunch break rolled around, she was going to go home and put on some underwear. Not the admirer’s underwear but her simple linen underwear. She could not believe she let this situation get this far. She was a woman of god acting like a common street whore and it would end today. However, before she got the chance to go home and change an assembly was called. All of the school gathered in the auditorium and for some reason sister Mary Angela and all the other nuns were lined up on the stage. Just then, a young priest walked up on the stage. sister Mary Angela thought he looked familiar. Very familiar. She realized that she went to high school with him. Of course, it was all coming back to her now. It was little Bobby Smith. He used to hit on her constantly and one time she got so fed up with it she screamed at him and called him a pathetic little looser in front of her history class. She made him cry and run away. She felt absolutely horrible about it for years afterwards. So he became a priest? Good for him she thought. After this was over, she was going to apologize to him and congratulate him on becoming a priest. It was then; she noticed he was wearing the exact same daisy pin that she was. It was then she knew, He was her admirer, he sent her the note and the underwear and the habit and pin, but why? What was he planning? He stepped up to the podium and addressed the students. On behalf of the Bishop and the other members of the school board, I would like to congratulate the staff here on an excellent job, and I would especially like to thank one teacher in particular. sister Mary Angela. Come up here sister. As she very timidly walked up to the stage, Bobby pushed a button on a remote he had in his hand and sister Marry Angela’s habit came flying off and there she stood, naked to the world in front of every student, nun, priest and Bishop in the school. She screamed and tried to cover herself up. She tried to pick her habit off the floor but father Bobby was standing firmly on it and was not moving. She then ran off the stage and threw the auditorium as cheers at catcalls came from the students. She tried to leave the auditorium but all the doors were locked tight. She was shamed and humiliated, but even with all that running threw her mind, she resized, she was also wet.
As far back as sister Mary Angela could remember, she was never interested in sex. As a teenager she developed large breasts at a very young age and was curvy and beautiful. Despite the fact that she always dressed very conservatively. In her youth, boys and even some girls, treated her very nicely. She, however was never interested and as soon as she turned 18 she started her career as a woman of god. It’s all she ever wanted to do with her life. Many years later, in her early 40s she taught history in a catholic high school and despite the fact that she could still turn heads if she wanted too, she still had no interest in anything except her work. That is of course until the day she was left a very mysterious note.
As she was cleaning up her classroom she noticed the note on her desk. All it said was, I can’t stop thinking about you. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my entire life and I can’t get your luscious curves out of my mind. As she finished reading the note she could feel the blood rush to her face. Before she became a nun she was hit on all the time and even since, she has encountered students with the occasional crush on her but for some reason this was different. The more she thought about the fact that someone sat in her class everyday trying to picture what her body looked like under her habit turned her on immensely. She wondered who it could be.
The next day, threw all of her classes, she felt like she could feel the students undressing her with their eyes and she became so flustered at times that repeatedly throughout the day she had to excuse herself and go out into the hall to cool down. Why, she had never in her entire life had any interest in sex, so why now, that she was a woman of god, did she have these strange feelings. She quickly realized that it was because she was a nun and because the idea of an affair with a student was so inappropriate and taboo that it made her soaking wet at the thought. As she was once again cleaning up and preparing to leave for the day, there was another note, but this time it was attached to a package. How did the student manage to slip this by her again. It must have been one of the times she excused herself from the class. She opened up the package and inside was a skimpy pair of see through white lace thong panties and a pin with a little daisy flower on it. She had never in her entire life owned underwear like these. Completely hot and bothered for the tenth time that day she read the note. It said I can’t stop thinking about you. Ware these under your robes and ware this pin to signal to me that you are wearing them.
She ran back to her room as fast as she could. She told the other nuns in the convent that she was feeling ill and was not feeling up to chores today. She laid out the panties on her bed and stared at them for a while. Then , she removed all of her clothes and tried them on and stared at herself in the mirror. She was absolutely in love with how they made her feel. How sexy they made her look. She then drew herself a bath and could not stop thinking about how someone was picturing her this way rite now. Not as a woman of god but as a sex object, and she realized that’s how she wanted to be seen. She then decided to not only shave her legs but her pubic hair down to nothing. After she was finished with that she did something else she never thought she would do. She slowly slipped one of her fingers into her tight wet pussy and began to pleasure herself. As her finger slide in and out of her pussy she started to feel cheep and dirty and she loved it. As she fingered herself over and over she actually started to call herself names. You’re a filthy whore she said to herself out loud, and decided she liked that too. You like this don’t you, she said, you like fingering your little whore, she hesitated for a second and then said the word pussy. She said it again. You like fingering your little whore pussy don’t you filthy slut? She said to herself out load. Oh god, I do. I really do like fingering my little slut pussy, oh god I love it. Why, she wondered to herself had she never done this before. Because it was wrong she thought. Because it was immoral and sinful and just plain bad. Oh yes she said out loud, it’s bad, it’s wrong and bad what your doing rite now and that’s why you love it. Isn’t it you little whore. After a while she started to use two fingers. She was no longer able to use words any more. All she could do is moan, moan like the little whore she was until for the first time in her life, she had an earth shattering orgasm and was completely incapable of not screaming at the top of her lungs as she came hard and felt her pussy contract and quiver around her fingers. Just then, there was a knock on her door. sister Mary Angela!, are you alright? Oh my god! They heard her! Of course they heard her, she was screaming. What was she going to do? How was she going to explain this? Um, yes mother superior, she said. I, um, I saw a spider and, um, and it scared me. I’m very sorry to alarm you mother superior. I am fine. Mother superior then yelled pull yourself together sister and walked away.
The next day as sister Mary Angela was getting dressed, she looked down at her freshly shaven pussy and could not believe she had done what she did. Then, she looked over on her night stand where she threw the pair of lace panties when she went to bed and at the daisy pin. Feeling flush and turned on again she slid on the pair of panties. Then, after she finished getting dressed, she pinned the daisy pin to her habit. All the next day of class, she was once again so turned on she could barley finish her lessons. She was wearing the pin and that meant that whoever had given her the panties would know she was wearing them. She knew whoever it was would also be trying to picture her wearing nothing put the panties. Then she thought about what she did last night. She found herself wishing that the person who gave her the panties could have seen her last night. By now she thought, the person knew she was wearing the panties, they knew what a whore she was. What a filthy dirty whore she was. Then suddenly she realized that she had stopped her lesson mid sentence to think this and the whole class was staring at her. As blood filled her face she said, just, just read quietly to yourself until the bell rings, and she ran out of the classroom as fast as she could.
When she returned to the empty classroom, just as she suspected, there was another package with another note. She opened the package expecting more lingerie but instead found a habit, just like the rest of the ones she wore every day. Why was he, or she, she thought, giving her another habit. She then to her surprise, she realized she was equally fine with it being a boy or a girl. Then she realized that she was u*********sly sliding her hand down to her pussy again and quickly stopped herself. Then she opened and read the note. It said, I'm so happy you liked my gift. Tomorrow I want you to wear this habit and daisy pin with no underwear at all.
She got home to the convent and new that she would not be able to get out of chores again tonight. She scrubbed the floors and did the dishes and all the other jobs that were her own as fast as she could. As soon as she got to her room, she once again drew herself a bath, and just as she did the night before she fingered her pussy, but this time she kept special care to keep her moaning as quiet as possible. At some point in her self pleasuring she cried out the word whore a little too loudly and moaned a little too loudly when she came but nobody seemed to notice.
The next morning, she put on the new habit her mystery admirer had given her and just as they demanded, she was completely naked under it and wore her daisy pin to signify this. In all of the excitement of the past several days, it had completely slipped her mind that today was the day the bishop and his entourage was coming by to inspect the school. They were there all day, popping in and out of classes, asking questions about their teaching methods. sister Mary Angela did not even dare let herself think about anything dirty today, and as soon as her lunch break rolled around, she was going to go home and put on some underwear. Not the admirer’s underwear but her simple linen underwear. She could not believe she let this situation get this far. She was a woman of god acting like a common street whore and it would end today. However, before she got the chance to go home and change an assembly was called. All of the school gathered in the auditorium and for some reason sister Mary Angela and all the other nuns were lined up on the stage. Just then, a young priest walked up on the stage. sister Mary Angela thought he looked familiar. Very familiar. She realized that she went to high school with him. Of course, it was all coming back to her now. It was little Bobby Smith. He used to hit on her constantly and one time she got so fed up with it she screamed at him and called him a pathetic little looser in front of her history class. She made him cry and run away. She felt absolutely horrible about it for years afterwards. So he became a priest? Good for him she thought. After this was over, she was going to apologize to him and congratulate him on becoming a priest. It was then; she noticed he was wearing the exact same daisy pin that she was. It was then she knew, He was her admirer, he sent her the note and the underwear and the habit and pin, but why? What was he planning? He stepped up to the podium and addressed the students. On behalf of the Bishop and the other members of the school board, I would like to congratulate the staff here on an excellent job, and I would especially like to thank one teacher in particular. sister Mary Angela. Come up here sister. As she very timidly walked up to the stage, Bobby pushed a button on a remote he had in his hand and sister Marry Angela’s habit came flying off and there she stood, naked to the world in front of every student, nun, priest and Bishop in the school. She screamed and tried to cover herself up. She tried to pick her habit off the floor but father Bobby was standing firmly on it and was not moving. She then ran off the stage and threw the auditorium as cheers at catcalls came from the students. She tried to leave the auditorium but all the doors were locked tight. She was shamed and humiliated, but even with all that running threw her mind, she resized, she was also wet.
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