Not fast enough to answer

You stand there before Mother Superior, weighing your options in your head. Could you really go without talking for seventy-two hours? What if someone spoke to you, and you forgot? What kind of punishment would you receive for forgetting your vow?

Mother Superior grew tired of waiting. "It's not a difficult choice, child, but I'll make it for you since you seem to be having trouble deciding. Take off your clothes."

"W-what?" you stutter. You're taken aback by the sudden command.

"You heard me, I'm sure," answered Mother Superior. "Take them off. You won't be needing them here any way."

"R-right h-here? In f-front of y-you?" you stutter badly. Your face turns red at the thought of anyone seeing your naked body.

"Yes,"she answers, "right here in front of me. I want you to take every stitch of clothing off, and give it to me, neatly folded."

You lower your head in shame as you unzip your skirt, and let it fall in a heap around your feet. Next comes your blazer and your blouse. You quickly pick them up and fold them, handing them to Mother Superior. You notice there's an almost predatory look in her eyes as she looks upon your underwear clad body. It's enough to make you shiver, and you try to cover yourself with your arms and hands.

Mother Superior puts your folded bundle of clothes on her desk, then circles around you. "Drop your arms. let me get a good look at you." She notices the thong you're wearing. It's a red and white lacy one with a small heart for the back panel and a larger heart for the front panel. Your bra is designed much the same way with lacy, frilly hearts for cups. She slaps your ass. "Why are you wearing the underwear of a harlot? Get those lascivious things off right now!"

You tremble in your shoes as you unhook your bra, slide it off your arms, fold it neatly, and hand it to her. Next is your thong, which you do the same with. Finally your shoes and socks are also handed over to her, and you stand at attention, afraid to move, afraid to speak as she gazes at your nude body.

Mother Superior licks her lips like a hungry animal that hasn't eaten in days. "You even shave down there like a harlot!" she bellows. "There will be no more of that! Do you understand? You will not shave your vagina ever again. It belongs to me and God now, and you will keep it in its natural state, the way it was meant to be." She grabs a bundle of black cloth, and tosses it to you. You're so nervous and humiliated, you fumble the bundle, and it unravels at your feet. "Hurry up and cover yourself. You're too much of a temptation with that harlot's body of yours."

She watches you intently as you pick up the nun's outfit, and begin to put it on. Once you're dressed, she motions you to come to the desk. "Bend over," she orders you. "You're going to receive ten swats for each piece of harlot's underwear you had on, and twenty swats for shaving yourself down there like a harlot." You bend over the large oak desk, and she lifts your skirt, exposing your bare, **** ass. Then out of the clear blue, she asks, "Tell me Hanna, are you a virgin?"