Follow Sister Charity

I walked back to the monastery, my legs a bit weak from the sheer bliss of orgasm, of cumming, that Mr. Hawk had given me. He was such a thoughtful man, though something about him seemed off somehow. I couldn’t see how though. He’d taught me some meditation techniques to keep the building pleasure in check until I could come to his shop again.

I felt my cheeks flush as I recalled the punishment he’d meted out so… so calmly and seriously. Goddess what was wrong with me? I loved every minute of it. The pain of penance washing away the shame with bursts of pleasure and bliss so mingled with the pain that I hardly felt as though I were being punished… Though perhaps I had been, tortured even, as he left me on the edge of bliss so close and yet so far from release, perhaps that was the true punishment, I mused.

Charity, I needed to follow her, in secret, and be sure she too was being punished for breaking the rules and masturbating. Surely she was. She must know the risks as Mr. Hawk explained to me, she was a full Sister after all. Still, it made sense that she would not turn me in if she herself had something to hide.

But how to do it?