In the convent, Sister Mary had been struggling with her desires. As Lent approached, she knew she should be fasting and praying, but her body ached for release. When Easter arrived, Father Gregory visited to check on her progress. Seeing her flushed cheeks and heaving bosom, he suspected she hadn't observed the fast properly.
"I see you have not been following the rules, Sister," he stated sternly. "You have sinned against both God and yourself." With that, he motioned for her to kneel before him.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she obeyed, her head bowed in shame. She felt his warm hand on her cheek, lifting it gently towards him. His gaze was intense, and she could feel the heat radiating from him.
"You need to be disciplined," he said quietly, his voice rough with desire "You need to be disciplined," he said quietly, his voice rough with desire, as he ran his finger down my spine, sending shivers down my entire body.
