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   Sometimes at night when I'm lying in the lower bunk, I make the springs
squeak even though I'm trying extra hard not to.  Sometimes one of the nuns
who is walking rounds will hit the foot of my bunk with those pointer
sticks they carry.  It is scary and embarassing, `cause then the whole room
knows it's you going *squeak* *squeak* *squeak*.

   Last night as I was trying so hard not to let the bed squeak, my covers
were suddenly thrown off.  The lights went on and there I was, caught with
my hands under my nightgown.

   The nun grabbed me by my arm, and yanked me down the hall, her black
robes flying.  As she pulled me out into the cold night air, I resisted.  I
can't be outside with only my nightgown on!  She pulled me all the way to
the rectory.  I was in trouble.  Big trouble.

   The nun knocked, then hissed at me, "We didn't have to take you in you
know, we took pity on you because you were an orphan." The door opened, and
we were bathed in a warm, yellow light.  She didn't talk at all, just
yanked my arm over to hand me to the priest.  Father Nocita took my arm,
and nodded seriously at the sister, who huffed away.

   He closed the door behind him, and he seemed like he was shaking his
head at her behavior.  But then he looked down at me, an excited twinkle in
his eye.  "And you, little girl, come with me."

   He led me down the carpeted hall to his office.  There was a couch at
the left and a desk straight ahead.  He told me to sit on the couch.  He
took the chair from in front of the desk and sat it in front of me, so we
were face to face.

   "I hear from Sister Patricia that you have been a very naughty girl."

   I shook my head, "no."

   "She says you've been making funny noises at night.  What do you do that
makes funny noises?"

   He looked me right in the eye, stern, but like he was kind of enjoying
himself.  That made it even more scary.  I just shrugged my shoulders.

   "Give me your hand."

   I shook my head no, and quick as a flash, he grabbed my hand and to my
utter horror, he smelled it.  He looked at me with a strange look in his
eye and did not let go of my hand.  He said, "Lie down on the couch. 
Pretend you are in bed.  And show Father what you do."

   We both knew what he meant, but I was frozen with shame and fear.  I sat
uncomfortably on the leather couch.  He said, "I TOLD you to lie down.  If
I have to tell you again there will be consequences.  Severe consequences."

   So I lay back on the couch.  He said, "Now be a good girl and show me. I
promise if you behave and do everything I tell you, it will be OK.  Now,
are you going to be a good girl for me?" I nodded.  "Then show me what you
were doing - NOW."

   Embarassed, I let my right knee fall open, and brought my left knee up.
I reached down and started to pull up my nightgown.  Father Nocita started
nodding.

   "Good girl, show me, show me, that's the way..." I left my nightgown up
around my waist and pulled my panties aside, towards my left leg.  Father
leaned forward and looked right at me, all naked and exposed, and I wanted
to die of embarassment.  I started to close my legs and he said in a low
voice, "Don't...you...dare...."

   So I kept my legs open, but covered my nakedness up with my hand.  He
said, "Now rub.  I know you want to do it.  I know you need it.  That's
what bad little girls do.  Bad, nasty, little girls.  Show me what a nasty
girl you are." I reached between my pink lips and I started to push down
with my hand, making little circles.  Father Nocita watched closely,
nodding, and sweating a little bit.

   He said, "Now pull it open all the way and show me the inside." I was so
humiliated, so exposed.  I looked pleading into his eyes, but he stared
back at me hard and I knew he meant business.  I pulled my pussy lips open
and knew he was staring at my little clit, at full attention.  He said,
"Now rub that clit for me, little girl.  Make yourself feel good for me. 
Show me how much you like it." I reached down, and could feel myself
already wet.  I started rubbing, and then I couldn't stop.  He said,
"That's the way.  Good girl, such a naughty little girl, can't keep her
hands off of herself, can't stop rubbing her pussy.  Her pussy needs so
much attention..." and I started to tense up and just as I felt like I was
getting all warm, he grabbed me.

   He stood me next to the desk and pushed my face down on it.  He held me
there, trapped, bent over the desk.  He let go and I started to look up,
and he growled, "Don't move."

   I said, "But you promised...you said if I behaved..."

   He said, "You're not done behaving.  You're going to keep behaving,
aren't you?  Now stay still." I felt him lift the bottom of the nightgown,
and felt my panties pulled down to my knees.  Then it was quiet.  Suddenly,
"CRACK!" What WAS that?  I realized it was the heavy ruler they punish us
with in class.  It's Father's favorite.  He spanked me hard with the ruler,
maybe seven times, til I cried out.

   He rubbed my bottom with his big, rough hand and his hand felt so cool.
I started rubbing back against his hand.  He said, "See, see what a nasty
girl you are?  Even after being punished you can't help rubbing up against
me." He spanked me so hard with his bare hand it stung way worse than the
ruler.  "That's for being such a nasty girl.  Now let's see how nasty you
really are."

   He slid his hand between my hot cheeks and down to my pussy.  He
tentatively reached with a big finger, and it slid right down.  That's how
wet I was.  He rubbed his finger all around, and I strated to relax.  I
started to LOVE it.  His finger was way better than my finger then SPANK!

   I looked back, feeling so betrayed.  He said, "What a little slut.  So
nasty, your pussy gets so wet when you touch it.  I've never felt such a
wet little pussy before." SPANK!  his hand came down again.  "Do you know
what happens to wet little pussies, Carmen?"

   "No, sir."

   "They get FUCKED"

   I was so shocked by a priest using that kind of language, and then more
shocked when that finger slid right down to my little hole and started
pushing its way in.  I wiggled, but that only seemed to make it go in
deeper.  Father fucked me with his finger, while he grabbed and pinched my
ass with his other hand.  "Such a nasty girl, such a dirty girl, can't help
herself."

   I felt something rubbing against my hot bottom and it wasn't his hand,
it was smoother.  He asked, "Do you want it?" I didn't know what he meant,
but his finger felt so good, I said, "Yes"

   He said "Tell me you want it."

   "I want it"

   "Tell me you need to get fucked"

   I wasn't sure what to do.  I'd get punished for using that word.  He
spanked me HARD.  "Tell me you need to get fucked." I was quiet.  He pulled
his finger out and I whimpered.  He said, "Now tell me."

   Oh my God, I needed it so bad...soooooo bad and I yelled, "I need to be
fucked!" and all of a sudden everything went white and I thought I was
blind.  It hurt so bad, then it felt so good.  He forced it all the way in,
over and over.  Father was moaning, and I was yelling, and I didn't want it
to ever stop.