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»Sister Mario!«, I said to the startled nun, »you are following me around to tempt me into sin again, and I will have to give you a good spanking to lead you back onto the path of the Lord!« We both laughed like children, and hand in hand we took the path down to the green meadow by the stream . . .

 

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Pierre d'Amour

Sinful Nuns

The Devil is tempting all of us, and only he makes sinning a pleasure!

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Sinful Nuns

 

 

Sinful Nuns

by Pierre d'Amour

BookRix Edition 2016

Copyright by Amé

 

 

Pierre d'Amour:

SINFUL NUNS

 

 

The Devil is tempting all of us,

and he makes sinning a pleasure!

 

 

Cover Illustration from Pinterest

without Copyright attached to it!

 

 

 

1 - The Recruitment

 

 The Recruitment

 

The Capobella family was once the richest in the valley, the trading between France and Spain was a lucrative business during all the unrest and war, especially the taxfree blackmarket of tobacco and heavy spirits! Ten years ago an earthquake hat covered the narrow road over the mountain pass with a huge landslide, and there was no means to dig through it with less than a thousand strong men - the Pyrenees were an unforgiving place to live: hot rocks in summer and cold ice in winter! Don Marcello had capitulated under the hopelessness of the situation and had decided to go mad: he had ended up at the end of a rope up in the attic - and with all his frantic exertions in the bedroom he hadn't had the stamina to produce a heir! But at least he had spawned four daughters, three of them with his aristocratic hooked nose and with his flaming red hair - and they were certainly not selling all to well to the affluent bachelors in the region!

 

I was the youngest of them all, my nose was straight and my hair was blonde - somehow I didn't seem to fit into the family and my three noble older sisters had to show me their jealousy about my beauty every day! I ended up as the cleaning maid in the household and my once fine dress was now dirty and worn from all the scrubbing work on my knees - more and more frequently my sisters had to punish me for laziness or neglect just to hurt me. Every night I had to pull up my skirts to the waist to feel their hate, to get a taste of the cane or a sting of the scourge on my bare bottom, to keep me in my place as they lectured me. Dolores, the oldest sister had turned into a mean bitch and she made me strip naked in the company of the others to shame me completely: she was enjoying herself by whipping my breasts until my nipples were bleeding - my live in the Capobella mansion had turned into a nightmare and I often dreamed about running away, but I never had the courage: pretty young girls like me weren't safe out there!

 

My mother Donna Philippa had turned sour too under the dire circumstances, her black hair had lost its luster and her brown eyes had lost their brilliant shine - living poor was killing her, living only from beans and potatoes had changed her once luscious body into the shape of a bony praying mantis: her once fitting dresses hung loose from her shoulders like sails out of the wind. She had been a very religious lady, but she seemed to have lost her faith in the Lord after a thousand of unanswered prayers, by now she hardly left her bed anymore, and whenever I served her a plate of boiled vegetables she scorned me for being late, but she didn't touch the tasteless food anymore. It hurt my soul to see my mother wilting away like a bean stalk in autumn, but I didn't had the heart to leave the dying woman alone to my uncaring sisters - I had never believed in an invisible and unresponsive god, but I definitely knew what was right and what was wrong, a human quality my three bully sisters would never attain in a hundred years!

 

The medieval village of Monterina was once perfectly walled in to protect its citizens from marauding soldiers or pillaging bandits, but now the walls were crumbling from neglect and the heavy gates had rusted off their hinges. The center piece of old town was the small convent of Santa Maria, which was highly dependent on donations from the community to survive in such hard times, and Donna Philippa's coffers were empty. The Capobella family had been a generous sponsor of the nunnery for centuries and my religious mother suffered greatly under the frequent requests of the abbess for financial support - and on the last visit of the abbess she called me into the drawing room. I had seen Abbess Ernestine before at Sunday Mass in the chapel, she was an impressive woman from noble birth, well educated and well spoken - she said that the convent surely needed money to survive, but that on the other hand it was also in a desperate demand of young novices because of the steadily dwindling number of the nuns.

 

»I'm well aware about your dire financial situation, Donna Philippa, and your suggestion of donating your youngest daughter instead of money to the monastery has merit to me!«, Abbess Ernestine declared in ernest - I was selected to pay the debt of the family by serving the nunnery and marry the tiny Lord Jesus on his wooden cross at the wall as well for the rest of my life, a thought which appeared completely abhorrent to me at first, but then I found, that every way to get out of this miserable house was a much better option than to be whipped every night by jealous bitches. I smiled wide and bowed deep to impress the abbess, and she said to my mother: »I assume that Virginia is still untouched: the Lord Jesus doesn't take second hand brides!« Now there was a new aspect of my new consignment: I would have to live in celibacy and would never have the chance to meet the prince of my dreams, the one in shining armour on the white stallion - but I doubted that he really existed and had dumped him as a fairy tale hero!

 

So I finally agreed to the deal and kissed my poor mother goodbye, I followed the abbess up the narrow cobble stone alley to the convent like a lamb to the slaughter with mixed feelings of fear and curiosity: the ancient building with the small windows and the crumbling walls had never impressed me as a worthwhile place to spend the rest of my life, it looked more like a prison for virgins to me, the ones with a pitch-dark dungeon and a blood-stained torture chamber in the basement! On the abbess' knocking a nun in a clean habit was peeping through the tiny window in the gate and she opened the door for us - and when the heavy gate fell into the lock behind me I had left the world behind me forever. The nun, Sister Clementine, was ordered to check me for nits and to give me a proper scrubbing in the tub before she dressed me up like a novice, to be presented to Abbess Ernestine for an inspection. I was longing to get out of my shabby dress and the prospect of a hot bath sounded like heaven to me, so I followed her to the lavatory.

 

But I had to find out quickly that the Lord didn't provide his brides with warm water, not to awaken their senses or to feel too comfortable - hardship and suffering was to be my future: the whole convent was a cold and forbidding place and the only cozy spot was probably at the hearth in the kitchen! Clementine stripped me naked and at the sight of my still red buttocks she said to me: »You must have been a very naughty girl, Virginia, you better behave here or you will get more of the same!« She wasn't really threatening me: Clementine was a gentle woman with strong hands, and her lovely smile was proof that she enjoyed herself more by caressing me that to give me pain! Although: she was relentless to scrub my scalp with the rough bristle brush and to rub my skin red with the abrasive sandsoap! And she nearly drowned me in the cold water of the tub in the attempt to rinse the soap out of my hair - but Clementine wasn't a killer: I understood, that women locked up in convents had to get their kicks somehow too!