The reprimand begins

"Prepare the penitant," Mother Minerva commands. One of the white robed girls goes to the cabinet and returns with a wide mouthed jar. Chanel watches anxiously as the lid is removed and two other girls dip their fingers into the jar, coming out with dollops of pale gel. She moans as they massage the gel between her labia, her folds flowering open as they work.

Another girl rubs the gel over the tip of the mighty dildo, coating it with shiny lubricant as Chanel watches in moaning fascination. You can see that her nipples have hardened to diamond tips at the attention her cunt has received, and the candlelight glitters on the moisture of her pussy.

"The penitant is prepared," one of the girls reports. The scarlet robed figure gestures, and the phallus is given to two other white robed figures. They stand between Chanel's spread thighs, each of them holding it with one hand while they finger her labia wider with their other. The naked girl squirms and moans at their touch, and two other girls take her arms and hold them pulling them out from her body so she looks like she's being crucified.

"Begin the reprimand," Mother Minerva commands. The girls rub the bulbous tip of the phallus between Chanel's folds, spreading them as she whimpers in anticipation and dread. When they start to press it into her she arches her back with a frantic whine, her head snapping back as her body tenses. You can see that she's biting her lips, trying to stop herself from crying out as the mighty shaft is slowly **** into her.

Her hands clench into fists and you can see that every part of her body is quivering as she is slowly impaled. The two sisters ease the phallus into Chanel a fraction at a time, stretching her cunt and extending her torment. Athough you notice that her muffled whining has taken on an excited tone, and realise that there is a certain pleasure to be taken from this punishment.

Mother Salus begins a chant, once again in Latin, and it is responded to by the white robed girls, both those who watch and those who minister to their naked sister. To your surprise you see Chanel trying to mouth the words as well, but her gasps inhibit her ability to follow. With her arms held tight she has little ability to squirm, although you see her legs twitch and flex as the phallus fills her.

You wonder how much she can take. The thing is at least a foot long, and you have little doubt that if it was driven fully into her it could do serious damage. You feel conflicted, on the one hand wanting to intervene, and on the other finding yourself immensely aroused by the prurient display.