A Victorian Household - Part 9 The Convent Part 3
By
The Disciplinarian
We had reached the final day of our stay and early in the morning after the first service we were invited to join Mother Superior. When we arrived we found that Father Paul was with her and they both welcomed us warmly.
"Ladies I understand from the Sisters that you enjoyed your night with them and you were particularly impressed with the double dildo. Because you are clearly close I have suggested to Father Paul that he adapts one to make sure that it suits both of you. If you would like to remove your clothes we can try it for size."
Lady Brackenbury and I removed our garments and Father Paul stepped forward with the double dildo.
"Mabel I think we will start with you. Stand with your legs well apart and we will strap it in position."
I stood and waited while the rear 'cock' slid into me the harness was fitted on me. Lady Brackenbury was then invited to lay back while I penetrated her. At first it was new and difficult but we soon adjusted and with Father Paul checking the angles it became more comfortable. Now it was the turn of Lady Brackenbury to take the rear position and we soon found that the forward cock slid easily into me. We stopped and the contraption was unfastened.
"Well done ladies Father Paul will make a new one with the necessary adjustments and it will presented to you tonight. A final word on tonight before you leave for your duties. We shall retire to the lower room again but tonight is a night of flagellation. There is no party but each participant will be beaten to their limit - and even beyond. There will be no men except Father Paul and Brother Peter present but their function will be to beat us. You have the choice of joining us or declining the invitation but if you do come then be prepared for total and absolute submission to the rod. Will you join us?"
Lady Brackenbury and I looked at each other and we knew that this would be the ultimate test of our endurance as flagellants. For Lady Brackenbury it was what she needed but for me it was a step into the unknown. We both said
"We would like to participate."
"Good! Then report here after dinner just dressed in your gowns with nothing underneath."
At this we left the room and, as we walked back to her room, Lady Brackenbury said:
I hope that you understand what you are doing Mabel. For me this is the final test which I have longed for for so many years. For you it is the make and break as to whether you become one of us. Whatever transpires I shall not think less of you."
She gave me a quick kiss and we parted at her door.
The rest of the day went all to slowly and it seemed an eternity before we joined Mother Superior and three nuns in her office. We left and proceeded to the same large room we had had our overnight orgy in so few days before but this time it looked darker and more sombre. As I looked round I could see various items suitable for fastening us. Besides the chains hanging from the pillars and the ladders attached to the walls there were also what looked like a torture rack and an 'X' frame. Hanging from the walls was a galaxy of instruments from paddles to single thonged whips. Father Paul and Brother Peter were waiting for us by the large fire which flickered in the grate. Mother Superior called us all together and reminded us of what was to happen.
"You have all chosen the path of the flagellant and this means that from time to time we are pushed in our stamina to the point of breaking. Pain is a relative thing and we who follow the route know that ultimate satisfaction is only obtained by giving ourselves over totally in submission to the rod. We will each receive at least one hundred strokes with the cane and the whip on back and buttocks delivered by the two men present. You may choose where you wish to be fastened but the instruments are decided. I will be the first so if Brother Peter will fasten me to the 'X' frame then Father Paul will begin."
She stepped out of her cloak and and naked with her proud breast thrusting forward walked over to the 'X' frame where Brother Peter fastened her hands and feet to the arms of the cross. He strapped a thick belt round her waist so that she had no movement left. Everybody now stood silently waiting for Father Paul to begin. He picked up the whip and cracked it through the air once or twice to remove any snags. Then "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!" the first blow landed across her back with the lash curling round the side and leaving a livid line "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!", "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!" two more fell and left their own tell tale trail. "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!", "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!", "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!", "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!" the whip coninued its route from her shoulders to her thighs with every mark standing out clearly from her body. Ten, twenty, thirty times it fell turning the white skin into a network of ruddy tramlines before finally he stopped.
This was only the pause to change instruments however and we all knew that this was just the introduction to the real test. Brother Peter stepped forwards now and in his hand he carried a vicious rattan cane which was about four foot long with knots along its length it to increase the effect. This was a pure punishment instrument. Up to now most of the work had been on her back and thighs and only a few marks scarred the buttocks but now it would received the full fury of his assault.
Mother Superior was now in a trance where she took in everything but was in a state of ecstacy.
"WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", the brawny arm landed square across the buttocks driving the cane into the flesh. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!","WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", white lines raised on the willing flesh and turned to red. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!","WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", still the strokes fell and did their work. Mother Superior did not flinch. She took the first twenty and then Brother Peter handed over to Father Paul. He was brawnier than his acolyte and knew that he must carry out the wishes of Mother Superior as the cane thrashed her bum "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!","WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!". I had lost count of the number she had received as the two men changed over but as I looked at her bum and then her face I was astounded to see that with each stroke she was in an state which raised her above the beating. The men changed again and Mother Superior's bum was a mass of hard weals turned to purple with the force of the strokes but still she was silent. Finally it ended and they released her from the 'X' frame. She staggered as she was helped to the side but as I watched I saw her remove Father Paul's gown and expose his long thick cock. She lay back with her legs spread and he knew his duty and, as the rest watched, he thrust it home with force and precision. Only now did she give her first cry as the tip slipping in reached the depths and found her uttermost parts. She wrapped her legs round the Father and he thrust slowly at first and then with greater vigour as she responded until after several minutes they gave a cry of passion and came together with his great gouts of cum, too much for her cunt to accept, oozing out between her pussy lips. There was a squelching sound as Father Paul withdrew and we saw his cum dripping down between her legs. We turned Mother Superior over so that we could attend to her back and bum and two of the nuns applied large amounts of cream to the tortured bum.
Now it was my turn and I was apprehensive as I saw what had happened to Mother Superior but I was also tingling throughout and decided that I would be fastened to a pillar. I walked forward and spread myself round the pillar. Brother Peter tied my hands together round the pillar and Father Paul did the same with my ankles. There was one addition with a fur strap also wrapped round the pillar and adjusted to the height of my pussy. I could feel it already before they had started. I was getting more and more frightened as the preliminaries continued. I had never had a whip used on me before and was not looking forward to it. "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!" the shock as the lash curled round my shoulders brought me to my senses as well as a searing pain when it landed. "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!", "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!" the whip lashed me again and again seeming to sink into my back like a hot iron each time and curling round to touch my breasts. Then he lowered it and "HISSS!!", CRACKKK!!" the lash laced across my bum. A dozen more before he stopped and I saw Brother Peter take up the cane. SEVENTY strokes! How could I stand it - I had never received more than thirty before so this would test me to the limit.
I nearly screamed at the pain of the first stroke as "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", it had started and the cane drove my pussy on to the fur pad. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!","WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", I was ready for these and enjoyed the sting on my bum. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!","WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!" I settled to the rhythm of the strokes which came in with efficiency and regularity. Still nothing to worry about. How many had I received? I had not counted them but I noticed that it was now time for Father Paul to take his position. My pussy was now very warm and the contrast with my bum very pronounced. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!","WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", each stroke now had its own agenda and found a new spot to address. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!","WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", was it thirty or forty I didn't know and didn't care as I slipped into that half world where the exquisite pleasure of the flagellation overcame the undoubted pain from the cane. Again the caner has changed and Brother Peter is back. I recognise his flick which stings with an intensity not achieved by the more forceful power strokes of Father Paul "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", there I knew it the flick which seems to cut through me."WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!","WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!" - my bum is now so sore that every stroke sears me to the core.
What is this Mother Superior herself is coming forwards and taking - No it can't be - the long cane. She may not have the power of the men but I don't know whether I can stand these - last ten she says and touches my bum. "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", that was high and "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", now one just above my thighs."WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", she can certainly lay it on "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!","WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!", I must think of the pleasure I will receive from Brother Peter. He stands naked in front of me gently massaging his thick, rigid cock "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!". I just imagine the feeling as it will slip in as this caning cannot go on much longer and I am so randy as the fur agitates my pussy "WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!","WHIPPP!!", CRACKKK!!" and then the cane is dropped and Mother Superior helps to unfasten me before handing me over to Brother Peter. Stiff and sore he leads me to a couch and lays me back with my bum only just touching the cushion and parts my legs. Hurry I need that rod inside me to finish banishing the pain. Ah here it comes large and long, slipping in, spreading me. Wonderful! I wrap my legs round his back and he pushes in an out. How wonderful to feel the friction of the sides as he rogered me. I could not help myself and joined him bucking backwards and forwards to help him. He was wonderful and kept going thrusting and withdrawing while I had a dozen orgasms before finally stiffening and shooting his hot cum into my insides. The hot jism spurts high inside me and he seemed to spurt for ever and I felt his cum mingling with mine as the joint emmission trickle down my legs. Finally I unlocked my legs and he eased out leaving me and my sore bum to the ministrations of the nuns. This also was not simple as I found myself laying on top of one with my mouth on her pussy while another was massaging soothing cream into my bum.
Lady Brackenbury and the nuns received their share of treatment from Father Paul and Brother Peter as well before we spent an hour in play before we all left for bed. Sister Agnes joined me in my room and, although we played and caressed a lot, much of our time was given up to soothing each others bum. We did not however neglect a final play as Sister Agnes fastened on the double dildo.
Sister Agnes left at dawn for the first service of the day and I managed a few hours sleep though the pain in my bum.
It was time to leave and Lady Brackenbury and I joined Mother Superior and Father Paul in her room.
"Goodbye ladies and I think that we have sent you on your way with a final remembrance from us. Father Paul has one more thing for you. Father."
"Ladies I am pleased to give you the double dildo I have fashioned for you. You surpassed our expectations in the way you joined in and bith Mother Superior and I would welcome you back any time. I hope that this will offer many hours of pleasure."
At that he handed Lady Brackenbury the double dildo he had made. caressing it Lady Brackenbury said:
"Thank you for your hospitality and the gift. As a flagellant myself one of my wishes was always that Mabel would join me and this week has proved her suitability. She and I will I am sure put your gift to good use and we will certainly return. Goodbye!
And shaking hand with them both they escorted us to the main door where the coach awaited which would take us to the station. We stepped inside and gingerly sat down on our sore buttocks. This week, especially the final flogging, would remain in our memories for many days to come. Lady Brackenbury smiled at me and kissed me.
"I don't know about you my dear but I know that I shall be returning!"
I smiled back and gave her a quick kiss before we settled back for our journey home.
