Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2014 08:42:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Aislinge Murphy Subject: Growing Up Catholic Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Father Arder escorted his young charge down a dimly lit hallway with pictures of saints spaced along both sides of the corridor. At the end of the hall was a set of large double wooden doors. Rapping polity on the door, Father Arder waited for permission to enter with Brian. "Your excellency, it's Father Arder with young Master Brian," Father spoke into the door. "Enter," a female voice replied. The room was cast in red light. Sitting in a hard back chair was an elderly nun in full habit, with a whip in her hand. Seeing the nun and whip, Brian pushed back against Father Arder. The nun saw his reluctance to enter. "Come in my child, the whip is not for you but for the Bishop," she said rising from the chair and approaching them. "Close the door as you leave Father," she said to Father Arder, who turned and walked out the door, securing it as he left. "You are beautiful my child," she said walking towards Brian, then taking his little hand in her bony fingers and directing him to the king size bed covered in red satin sheets. "How old are you child," she asked, patting his cheek. "10, Sister, but I'll be 11 next month," he answered politely. "Ah such a wonderful age, do you know why you are here my little darling?" She asked admiring the tiny cock in Brians black jock strap, the light bouncing off the gold cross Father Arder had placed hours earlier and the Bishop kissed before kneeling and pulling it back up his legs. "No Sister, just the the Bishop wanted me to be with him tonight," Brian answered looking up at the tall nuns smiling face. "I am His Excellency's In persona Christi . My name is Sister Anthony, do you know what an In persona Christi is young child." she asked directing him to sit on the end of the bed as she moved her hard back chair in front of him. "No Sister," Brian answered, as the nun placed the short cat o nine tails on the bed next to Brian's naked white thigh. "It means that I represent Christ in hearing His Excellencies confessions, and exact penance for the absolution of his holy soul," she answered stroking Brian's chest with her slender fingers. Brian would be the 4th child she would groom for the Bishop. She knew that Brian would be replaced when he was 14, and another young, dominant boy, would be chosen to take his place. She had been giving the Bishop absolution for his sins since he was a monsignor in the parish she was teaching in. When he was elevated to Bishop, she was dismissed from her teaching duties and accompanied the Bishop as his personal aid. But it was more than that. The Bishop was a sinner, for his need to have young boys to enjoy was uncontrollable. It would be maybe once or twice a week that Sister Anthony was called over to the rectory to hear the priests confession, then he would strip, kneel on the prie dieu in his room, and sister would lay the whip to his back, ass and legs till the penance was exacted. It was not until he was elevated as Bishop that she began training young boys to dominate the Bishop and aid her in exacting severe punishment to her Bishop. She looked Brian in the eyes as she caressed his bare flesh. She loved touching the young boys, to watch them shiver from her touch, to see their little cocks rise in anticipation. But she knew she was no more than a "fluffer" for the Bishop. She had never, and would never, complete a sexual act with her charge. It was not allowed, only the Bishop would taste this boy's first cum, only the Bishop would savor his piss, only the Bishop would love and penetrate his ass with his tongue. All sins, all absolved with confession and the whip. Her only relief would be through masturbation. At 60 years old she had never had a cock in her pussy, only implements easily accessible in the church. She had fluffed many a young cock to breed her Bishop, but never tasted the sweet young cum. She had been tempted many times as she fingered the cum from the Bishops ass to feed it to his open mouth, to taste some, but never did. "Master Brian," she started, holding his chin in her palm, looking directly into his blue eyes, "His Excellency will join us when I call for him. He will kneel on his prie dieu, I will move my chair over in front of him and hear his confession." "You are to remain on the bed, till I call you to me, do you understand Master Brian?" "Yes sister, will I be able to hear his confession?", he asked smiling at the nun. "Yes my child, most certainly, yes my child," she said bending to peck his lips with hers. "Enter sinner", she barked, and a door opened into the room. The Bishop had a white cassock covering his old body, his feet were bare, his eyes cast down, his hands clasped in prayer. "Remove the cassock," Sister barked in even a sterner voice, startling Brian. The Bishop complied keeping his eyes cast down. "Kneel sinner," the order once again given in a stern voice. Standing the nun moved her chair in front of the kneeling Bishop, placing it so she could sit sideways in front of the Bishop - she sat, her eyes on Brian sitting on the end of the bed. "Bless me Sister for I have sinned, it has been one day since my last confession," the Bishop started, I have committed mortal sins as well as venial sins and seek absolution. "Begin sinner," the nun said, her hands stroking the tails of the whip in her hand. The Bishop began telling his sins, all of them, retelling his evening with Brian, in very lurid detail. Telling not only what had happened but his feelings. When the confession was done, and the Bishop prayed for absolution, Sister Anthony directed Brian, with her hand, to her. Brian raised himself from the bed, and walked towards the sitting nun. She spread her legs, her habit stretching across her thighs and moved Brian between her legs, facing the Bishop, her arm around Brian's waist. "Is this the boy you sinned on?" "Yes sister," the Bishop replied. This boy will be important in your absolution, do you understand." "Yes sister." "you are to pray for this boy to be your Master, you will vow to meet all his needs, if he chooses to lay the whip to you you will be thankful, do you understand that without his acceptance of your pleas, no absolution will be given." "Yes sister." "Make your plea." The Bishop raised his head and looked into Brian's eyes. "Master Brian I pray that you accept me as your subject to use and abuse in any manner you seem fit. I beg for your cock in my mouth. I pray for your golden pee to fill my stomach, I pray for your young virile cock in my ass, my cunt, at anytime you wish. I pray for the first taste of your cream, the cream from your cock." Brian remained silent. "I vow that I will not be with another boy unless you order or allow. I vow that I will insure your safety and that of your family. I vow my life to you." He finished, bending his head back down, his hands still clasped in prayer. "Do you except this worthless holy man as your slave, to do all that you order?, if so I will continue with this sinners penance, if not I will return you to Father Arder, and no absolution will be given." Sister Antony said, her fingers now stroking the form of Brian's cock through the black jock strap. Brian's state of arousal told the nun what is answer would be. "Yes Sister, I will take him," Brian said, looking at the nun, not the Bishop. "For your sins you will receive a minimum of 20 lashes from my hand, and what ever Master Brian chooses to give." "Do you accept this penance?" "Yes sister," the Bishop answered, his eyes still cast down. "Stand sinner," she once again barked in her authoritarian voice. The Bishop stood, his hands still in prayer. "Spread your legs, sinner," the nun ordered. Handing Brian a long leather lace she placed her hand on his shoulder and moved with him behind the Bishop. Reaching between the Bishops legs she grasped the top of his hanging sack and pulled down on the flesh till only the form of 2 balls could be seen. Taking the leather lace from Brian's hand she tied it to the top of the sack she was stretching. She then brought Brian next to her, replacing her hand with his stretching the Bishops sack. Then showing Brian how to wrap down the stretched skin, she stepped back. "No slack, young Master Brian, wrap it tight," the nun instructed her charge. Brian pulled down on the old Bishop's sack till the Bishops knees bent. "Stand up straight," Brian barked the first of many orders he would give. When Brian was done, the nun moved next to him and showed him how to secure it so it would not loosen till he chose. Once done, they stood behind the Bishop admiring Brian's work. The Bishops sack was stretched a good 5" down from his tiny limp cock. "A fine job Master Brian, " Sister Anthony said, patting the young boy on the shoulder. "Slap the sack," the nun instructed Brian raising her whip in the air. Brian complied, and the Bishop jumped and the whip came down on his back. "Do not move sinner," she ordered the Bishop. "Again Brian, harder this time, and keep slapping till you are satisfied." Brian went at his task with the fervor that only the young possess. When the Bishop moved, the whip came down on his pale old body. The faster Brian slapped, the faster the whip in the nuns hand kissed the Bishops back, ass and legs. Brian closed his fist and took a final punch as hard as he could unto the swollen sack. The Bishop fell to his knees crying in pain. "Up on your kneeler sinner," The nun said as she lashed her whip through the air onto his back. The Bishop slowly moved up on to his prie dieu. Sister Anthony took Brian's chin in her hand again and lingered her lips on his, raising her head, she said, "Oh, you will be the best my darling child, you enjoyed punishing the holy man didn't you?' "Yes sister," Brian said with pride. "We have a long night ahead of us child," the nun said, handing the whip to Brian, "whip this sinner to your pleasure while I gather and prepare all we will need to grant absolution to this sinner." Brian took the whip from the offered hand and began whipping on the red welted flesh kneeling before him. Brian heard the start of the rosary emanating from the Bishops lips, this was going to be a long wonderful night. Sister Anthony picked up the bed side phone and instructed the person on the other end to bring timmy and one other altar boy, presented in panties, to the Bishops quarters.