Date: Sat, 22 May 2004 09:16:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Catholic School Days (Lesbian Authoritaian f/f, ff/FFF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between girls and women that are nuns.  If
this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18
do not read it.

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                         Catholic School Days
                                By
                               Jan


	Karen was about to arrive at the new convent where she
hoped to renew her acquaintance with one of her old high
school teachers.  When they met at a recent school reunion she
was invited by Sister Mary-Magdalene, now Mother Superior,
to come to visit for a weekend and see the new convent.

	She was deep in thought about her old school day's at the
Most Holy Trinity church and school located in the north east
corner of Phoenix, Arizona.  It was located almost due north of
the city on 7th Street as she drove out of town.  She had the
car's air-conditioning turned up full blast even thought it was
late October.  Even that late in the year the heat could be seen
rising in shimmering waves from the black top road.

	She could remember her first day at the old school.  It
was both a thrill and frightening.  She was all decked out in a
new uniform, a white blouse with a thin tie that matched the
cotton pleated skirt.  The skirt and tie was something like an old
Gaelic tartan.  The skirt had several folds in the hem to hold
small weights that keep the pleated material from flying up and
exposing the young girl beneath it.  All of the girl's were
required to wear black oxfords with knee high socks in white.
Karen's hair was dark, thick and straight.  It hung down the
middle of her back all the way to the waist if her skirt.  She
clung to her book bag by one strap as she held a slip of paper
that contained the room number of her classes and the times at
which she was to attend.

	She could smell the hot air as it blew down from the
north as she moved along the covered walkways to the
classroom.  A native to Arizona would have not even noticed
the dessert landscape around the school ground but to a girl that
had been transplanted from the northeast part of the country the
sight was as strange as if it were on another planet.

	The grounds had a modern brick church as the central
landmark flanked by buildings on high ground.  There was a
meandering stream bed running through the school.  To keep
down erosion the bed was lined with rocks that allowed the
summer rains to pass through the school without damaging the
property.  The dessert plants smelled like herbs to her and when
they were in bloom the flowers were small and brightly colored
in white, reds, yellows and violets.

	She formed a close friendship with a girl in her first
homeroom.  Her name was Yvette.  She was a girl that came
from a family that had moved there from Louisiana.  She was a
descendant of the French Canadians that the British had
relocated from Nova Scotia during the French and Indian wars.
As a result her accent was thickly flavored with French words
along with a touch of southern drawl.

	Karen was drawn to her because they were both outsiders
to the local community.  They clung to each other for support
from the first day of school.

	As the weeks passed Karen grew accustom to the heat
and hardly noticed the smell of the local plants.  She was doing
fine in school and didn't cause trouble.  Not like a number of
rebellious girls in the school that were constantly being sent to
the head mother's office for a variety of offenses.  The most
common violations were inappropriate alterations of the
uniform, inappropriate language in front of a teacher or nun and
getting caught smoking in the bathrooms.  There were rumors
about some of them being caught in inappropriate contact with
each other but Karen did not know if any of that was true.

	Karen was a fourteen-year old that had some very normal
sexual curiosity.  All of the schools she attended had been
segregated by sex so she had very little contact with boys.  As a
result she looked upon the nuns as roll models to be idealized.

	One day she had to ask to be excused to go to the
bathroom during the middle of a class.  She struggled to hold
her pee until she could make it to the bathroom stall.  She
managed to get her skirt up and panties down and was squatting
when she let go with a stream of pee that was so strong it
splashed up and wet her behind.  She was just finishing peeing
and wiping herself when the door to the bathroom opened.

	Thinking that she might get in trouble being out of class
during session she picked up her feet and held them against the
door, just in case.  She spied through the crack between the
doorframes.  It was the Mother Superior (principal) Josephina
D'Amato.  Karen's heart pounded in her chest so hard that
Karen thought that Sister Josephina could hear it.

	The nun marched directly to the stall next to the one
occupied by Karen.  Karen heard the rustling of material then
the unmistakable sound of piss splashing in a toilet.  She held
her breath as long as she could.  Finally she could not resist
peeking under the stall.

	Sister Josephina was standing up with her hassock
gathered around her waist as she wiped her vagina with toilet
paper.  When she turned around to flush the toilet she bent over
causing her bare butt to be pointed straight at the partition
between Karen and the nun.  For a brief moment Karen got a
clear view of the nun's vagina.  The girl had never seen a pubis
with so much hair on it.  It was a tangle of thick dark hair
covering pink lips that hung from the sides of the woman's
cunt.  Karen feared being discovered and moved back out of
sight and watched as the nun exited the stall and walked to the
washbasin.  Through the crack she watched as the nun took a
paper towel and wet it.  Her back was to her but Karen watched
as the nun lifted her robe one more time and Karen could tell
she was wiping her vagina.  Then the nun tossed the paper
towel in the trash and dropped the robe as she washed her hands
and left the bathroom.

	The event caused Karen to start having sexual daydreams
about the nun and other faculty members.  She had seen some
of the girls that had been sent to her office come out rubbing
their behinds and crying.  Her friend Yvette was one girl that
had a rebellious nature and had violated the dress code many
times.  As a result she had spent a lot of time in the Assistant
Principal's Johnson's office.  Mrs. Sally Johnson was a married
woman in her forties.

	When ever Yvette was sent to her for correction Karen
would wait outside the office door for her.  When she would
come out rubbing her wide behind and with tears streaking her
cheeks Karen would ask her questions about what happened.
Yvette would never tell what went on in the office.  That didn't
stop Karen from fantasizing about Yvette having to kiss the
pussy of the adult woman.  Had she been required to touch the
private parts of the woman?  Karen had heard stories about
nuns having special friends as they were called.

	At the same time when ever her girlfriends would get
together for a party the talk always revolved around boys.
Some were sexually active but most had never even dated
before.  If it was a sleepover called a "Pajamas Party" they
would talk about sex late into night.  The ones that were
sexually active would fill them with tails about sex they had
had with men and boys.  They would even teach them what it
was like to dance with a boy.  They would instruct them on how
to kiss like lovers.  They would also tell them that oral sex was
more fun that fucking.  On occasion that would lead to them
showing the other girls how to have oral sex.

	Karen was really getting into this and would find ways
for her to be alone with Yvette whenever she could and they
would experiment with oral sex.  The more she got involved
with making love to her friend the more she thought about what
a thrill it would be to have sex with Sister Josephina.  She knew
that she must be at least fifty-years old.  That made her almost
as old as her granny.  But from what she had seen of her she
was much younger looking than her granny.  The idea of being
required to face Sister Josephina and kiss her vagina, that
delicious looking hairy cunt she had seen, had her having erotic
dreams during class all the time.  Her school work suffered
from her lack of attention.

	The first teacher to notice that she was falling behind was
Sister Mary-Magdalene.  When confronted with the problem
she would not tell the nun what she was thinking about all the
time so she was sent to see Mrs. Johnson.

	She went to the office with trepidations about what
would happen.  It was close to the end of the school day.  She
had to sit in the secretary's office until she was told that she
could see Mrs. Johnson.

	Mrs. Johnson was sitting behind her desk reading
something when the girl entered and only looked up long
enough to say, "Close the door behind you."  Then she returned
to reading.  It seemed like eternity before she placed the papers
on her desk and looked up.  She commented that, "I never
expected to see you in my office" and reached across the desk
for the note clutched in the trembling girl's sweating hand.  She
sat back and unfolded the note and read it.

	Clearing her throat, she asked "What seems to be the
problem?"

	Karen could not bring herself to tell what was distracting
her so much.  She stood there nervously shifting her weight
from one leg to the other.  She started to sob and then to cry.

	Mrs. Johnson stood up and came around her desk and
gathered Karen in her arms and backed her up until her legs
came in contact with the couch in her office.  She sat down next
to her and continued to comfort the girl.  Being so close to this
40-year old woman was enough to cause Karen to have all
kinds of sexual thoughts about her.  She found the aroma of the
sweet smelling perfume the woman had on to be very seductive.
Her head was resting on the ample breast of the woman and she
could feel the material getting wet from her tears.

	It took some coaxing on the part of Mrs. Johnson to pry
out of Karen that she was being distracted by sexual thoughts.
Mrs. Johnson tried to assure her that such thoughts were normal
for girls her age.  When she tried to find out what kind of sexual
thoughts she was having Karen would not tell.  The woman
confronted her by asking questions like "is it about some boy
you know?"  But Karen assured her that it wasn't any male she
knew.

	It finally dawned on Mrs. Johnson that she had not
mentioned anything about women.  She was stroking Karen's
shoulder and her head was close to her ear.  She whispered in
her ear "are you thinking about sex with girls or women?"

	Karen cried all the more as she admitted that she was
having that kind of thoughts.  Mrs. Johnson continued
comforting Karen trying to gather more information when her
secretary stuck her head in and said that she was about to leave,
if she was no longer needed.

	Mrs. Johnson thanked her and wished her a good
evening.  When the door closed she returned her attention to
Karen.  She wanted to know more about what Karen thought
about.  She told her that many girls had thoughts about having
sex with other girls and women and asked if she had acted on
any of these desires?  Karen did her best to deny that she had
but she wasn't very convincing.

	Karen hesitantly told her about waiting outside her office
for her friend after she was sent to her office to be punished for
her misconduct.  She told her about watching her rub her
behind and that she could not help but think about what it
would be like to be spanked and forced to perform sexual acts
on a woman who was punishing her.

	Mrs. Johnson stopped stroking Karen's shoulder and
thought about what was being confessed to her.  She was not
immune to sexual rushes from spanking the behinds of girls in
school.  Indulging in lesbian sex was not unknown to her either.
When she punished girls for misbehaving at school she always
tried to do it dispassionately.  She was sure some of the girls
caught smoking or something like that would have been
surprised if they knew just how wet her pussy got from
spanking them.  Many at time she had to use her private
bathroom to use her fingers to relieve her passion after the girls
left.

	She asked Karen if she thought it would help her to
concentrate more on her school work if she were to administer a
spanking to her now.  Karen was not sure if that would help or
not but the idea of Mrs. Johnson spanking her was defiantly a
turn on.  The bargain was made that she would submit to Mrs.
Johnson spanking her.

	Mrs. Johnson had spanked many butts during her career.
She normally made the girls prostrate themselves over her desk
and she used a paddle on their butts.  Her palms would be
swollen if she used her hand on every girl sent to her office.
This time she opted to have the girl lay across her left leg so
that she could lock Karen's legs down with her right leg.  To
insure that Karen could not reach back and interferer with the
spanking she crossed the girl's arms behind her back and laced
her left arm through her arms to prevent her from placing her
hands in the way of the spanking.  She pulled Karen's skirt up
over her back covering most of her arms.  On impulse she also
pulled down the girls panties.  Mrs. Johnson bent over and drew
in a deep breath though her nose.  The smell of the exposed
anus and vagina was wonderful.  The girl emitted a strong
womanly aroma from her sexual areas.

	The first slap on the bare ass cracked against the walls of
the office.  Karen gave a soft cry of pain.  The woman
continued spanking both spheres of the butt until they were
bright red and the girl was crying un-controllably.  Sally's hand
was smarting and she was sweating when she stopped in her
exhaustion.  When she rested her head on the glowing spheres
she noticed that the smell from Karen's cunt was even stronger.
She put her hand between Karen's legs and found that her inner
thighs were slippery.  Had the girl climaxed while she was
spanking her?

	Karen had in fact climaxed and her sobs of pain had
turned to moans of satisfaction.  When Sally let go of her arms,
Karen reached behind herself and rubbed her own behind
gingerly.

	She slipped off the leg to her knees.  She turned around
and with her arms resting on the knees of Mrs. Johnson she
looked up into the woman's eyes with longing.  The woman's
dress had been pushed up so that most of her nylon hose clad
thighs were exposed.  The dress material sagged between her
legs hiding what Karen wanted to see most but the aroma from
her crotch was unmistakable.

	Karen never took her eyes off Sally's face as she lifted
the dress.  The panties were positively soaking wet.  Sensing no
resistance he leaned forward and kissed the crotch of the
panties.  When the woman did not stop her she pulled the
panties aside and found the hairy garden.  Sally gave in to her
desires and any thought about right or wrong was put aside as
she stood up long enough to pull her panties down.  When she
kicked them off her feet she sat down and as Karen returned to
her oral duties Sally draped her legs over the shoulders of the
student.  She was bucking her hips off the couch by the time
she climaxed.  Her cunt was on fire as the girl did things for her
that more experienced women she had been with had never
done.

	After they had recovered they got dressed and Sally told
Karen that anytime she needed to relive her sexual desires to
come and visit her.  She would arrange a place to help her get it
out of her system.

	When Karen came out of Mrs. Johnson's office Yvette
was waiting for her.  She saw the tear stained cheeks and
wanted to know what she had done to get punished.  Karen
would not tell her anything.  Over the next week she felt the
desire to be spanked coming on again.  She made a point to be
close to the teachers lounge during lunch time so that she could
catch Mrs. Johnson's eye when she came out.

	As Sally walked by her Karen mentioned to her that she
thought it was time for a meeting with her again.  Sally smiled
and said that would be fine.  "Why don't you pay me a visit
after school?"  Karen was quick to agree and ran off to get to
class before the bell rang.

	That was the start of regular visits that had several
students talking.  After all Karen was not one of the girls that
was in trouble all of the time. Some even started to joke that she
had a crush on Mrs. Johnson.  Little did they know just how big
a crush she had!  The rumors must have gotten around to the
school staff.

	One afternoon after Karen had made a date with Sally for
a meeting she reported to Mrs. Johnson's office after everyone
had left for home.  Their relationship had progressed to a point
where they would lock the door to her office and take each
other's clothes off before getting down to her spanking.  Mrs.
Johnson now used a willow branch that left red welts on
Karen's smooth buttocks and the backs of her legs.

	After her spanking Karen would kneel submissively
before Mrs. Johnson and perform oral sex on the woman.  Sally
would reward her efforts by masturbating her and performing
oral sex on her as she assured her that she was forgiven for
having her dirty thoughts.

	This afternoon they had been having a good time and
after the spanking Sally bent the willow branch so that she
could insert each end into Karen's anus and vagina at the same
time.  The tension of the branch trying to return to its original
shape held the stick in place as Karen knelt in front of Sally to
bath the woman's vagina with her tongue.  They were so
absorbed in their efforts that they did not hear the key in the
door.

	It was only when a shadow crossed Sally's eyes that she
opened them and saw Mother Superior Josephina D'Amato
standing in front of the couch with her keys in hand.  Sister
Mary-Magdalene was standing behind her and looking over her
shoulder.

	Mrs. Johnson was so shocked at being caught that she
stood up quickly flipping Karen backwards onto her butt.  The
impact must have driven the branch deeper into her anus or cunt
because she cried out in pain as Mrs. Johnson tried to cover her
nakedness with her hands.  One hand went right for her crotch
and the other crossed her breasts in an attempted to cover her
tits.

	Mother Superior Josephina D'Amato turned her head
slightly without taking her eyes off of the two bodies in front of
her.  "Is this the kind of conduct befitting the Vice Principal of
our school?

	Sister Mary-Magdalene responded, "Not at all."

	"What should we do with them?  Dismiss them or punish
them?"

	Sister Mary-Magdalene, "I don't think the scandal would
be in the best interest of the school.  But something should be
done."

	Mother Josephina bent over and plucked the branch from
Karen's orifices in one quick motion.  Karen cowered in fear of
what was about to happen.  She wrapped herself around Mrs.
Johnson's right leg and clung to it.

	Sister Mary took hold of Karen's arms and pried her
away from Mrs. Johnson's leg.  She held Karen motionless
while Mother Josephina forced Mrs. Johnson to kneel down
with her face in her couch after she lifted her robe to expose her
naked pussy.

	Karen watched wide eyed and mouth open as the nun
started laying the switch across the woman's butt.  The woman
was crying into the cunt as she lapped up the juices found there.

	The nun reached into a hidden pocket of her robe and
produced a strap-on dildo.  She strapped it on and got behind
Mrs. Johnson and inserted the thing into her cunt.  From that
position she fucked her so hard that Karen could here her skin
slapping against Sally's butt.  "Take it you sinful whore take it
all!" the nun yelled as she drove the rubber cock in as deep as it
would go.

	Sister Mary was getting so excited that she was soon
stroking Karen's naked body.  Karen offered no resistance
when the nun pushed her to her knees and covered her head
with her robe.

	The child found that Sister Mary was also naked under
her robe.  She smelled the strong odor of her sex and could not
resist tasting it.  She found that the nun's pussy was sopping
wet as she set about sucking and tongue fucking the woman to
one delightful orgasm after another.

	By the time everyone's sexual desires were sated they
agreed that they would do this again.  The remaining high
school years went by far to fast.

	Now here she was on her way to visit Mother Superior
Mary-Magdalene.  When she was ushered into the private office
of the Mother Superior's office the nun stood up and came
around her desk to kiss and hug her old friend that she had not
seen in many years.  When she asked what she owed the
pleasure of this visit Karen said my daughter is about to enter
high school and I wanted you to be her first teacher.  The smile
that filled her face said everything.


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