Fill yourself with courage and go in

Being a "good" little girl I went into her office. Once I closed the door behind me, I took my place as a spectator to see how Mother Superior punished Sister Trinity. Despite poor Trinity's begging, I enjoyed seeing how she was spanked. Something had changed deep within Mother Superior.

After a few delightful minutes of observing the tender nun cry her eyes out, Mother Superior ran out of stamina. I started to grow afraid I was going to be next in line to get punished but, thankfully, Mother Superior gestured for us to leave.

Once back in my refuge, which now seemed to me like a den of sin, I got naked, anxious to feel the rapture deep in my loins. Or, to put it another way, it was an excuse to take advantage of the weakness of the flesh and in that way earn further punishments from the Lord for my lust.

After an enormously enjoyable session of caresses sponsored by the book of Revelation, I let my body fall, exhausted, onto my cot. Despite just having pleasured myself, every orgasm I had only calmed my desires for a brief period before my mind was invaded by the infinite and pleasurable possibilities outside my room.

Alas, though the mind was willing, the body was not. It had been a long day. I kissed the rosary that Father Martín had gifted me, took it off my neck and put it by my bedside before falling asleep. On the verge of tears, I fell asleep hoping for my salvation.