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Final Penance

A Spanking and Discipline Story

By HipHopAnonymousPublished 3 years ago 11 min read
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Catherine’s heart thumped hard in her chest, sending blood rushing loudly in her ears. She was bent precariously over a well-worn leather pommel horse in a dimly lit cellar located beneath the church sanctuary. Her short stature and the pommel’s height had forced her to stand on tiptoes in order to properly drape her shapely body over it. The air was dank and cool, and she shuddered at the feel of it on her naked skin. She’d never felt so exposed in her life—and she’d entered a wet t-shirt contest back before joining up with the church! Ironically, her chest and torso were completely covered at the moment, but the skirt of her coarse black habit was rucked up in the back, leaving her completely bare from the waist down.

A crowd was gathered behind her, comprised of both convent candidates, like herself, and established members of the church; as well as several of the high-ranking, exalted clergy. And every single one of them was currently staring right at Catherine’s plump, bare butt! Her face heated, and though she (thankfully!) couldn’t see the crowd from her vulnerable position, she swore she could feel their eyes boring into her naked backside.

She wasn’t the first to be over the pommel this evening, and she had watched with apprehension roiling in her belly as the other girls went before her. That’s how she knew for certain that the crowd had an unfettered view of not only her buttocks, but of everything between her legs, too. She staunchly tried to keep her thighs pressed together as she waited for what she knew was about to happen to her, or more precisely, to her bare bottom! Out of the corner of her eye, Catherine could still see the rest of the initiates who had gone before—all lined up facing the wall, holding their skirts well above their waists to display three pairs of bright red, well-spanked buttocks to the crowd. It was awful to have to go last. She had been forced to watch as each of her Sisters-to-be were publicly spanked like children. Knowing that her turn was coming up next had made her nearly sick with nerves.

When the Elders had gathered the four convent candidates and led them to the cellar this evening, Catherine had not in her wildest imagination expected that a spanking would be the ultimate initiation into the church. They had called it the “Final Penance,” which now felt both overly euphemistic and aptly on-the-nose.

Catherine had been enthusiastic about joining the church as a nun from the start and had participated in a lengthy period of study and preparation over the preceding months. She had fasted, meditated, reflected, kept the sanctuary clean from top to bottom, and taken a litany of tests. After feeling proud of all the hard work she had put into this, she was now apparently expected to ‘show a little humility’ and endure a spanking. And not just a spanking, but a blistering, bare bottom paddling in front of a whole assembly of church members!

Catherine was still reeling over it when one of the Elders—Elder Margaret—began to speak just behind her. “Next is Sister Catherine, aspiring nun. Sister Catherine, are you prepared to enter our convent, spend your days in the nunnery, and renounce your former life to be born anew as a member of our church?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Catherine managed to squeak, squirming in humiliation at all those eyes on her naked butt. She was beyond humiliated but wasn’t about to give up after all her hard work. She was determined to see this through, no matter how ridiculous and embarrassing it was. The other girls had managed, so surely, she could, as well.

“And are you ready to repent all your prior sins and enter the church cleansed and contrite,” Elder Margaret continued, “the penance of your past reconciled at last?”

A cold sweat broke out across her forehead and she took a deep, shuddering breath. “Y-ye ...” she swallowed the lump in her throat, mouth dry as she steeled her resolve. “Yes, Ma’am!”

“Very good, Sister. Then let us begin.”

Catherine knew exactly what came next, and she tensed, instinctively clenching her buttocks. It didn’t do her a lick of good, however, as the first blowtorch hot WHAP! of the paddle to her left buttock took her breath away. An agonizing twin swat was delivered to her right buttock almost immediately after. Then left again. Then right. WHACK! WHAP! SMACK! The paddling continued on without hesitation.

The initial shock had left her breathless and momentarily silent, but the burning pain soon had her shrieking like a scalded cat. Each smack of the paddle against her bare rump hurt! How had the other girls managed to keep so still and quiet?! The deep, penetrating sting was unbearable, and Catherine kicked and scissored her legs, indifferent to the indecent show she must have been giving the crowd behind her. There was no room for modesty when a fire was being lit to her bare bottom!

The paddling was delivered at a steady pace—WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!—not giving her any time to recover or adjust between swats, and she could only howl and squeal as she writhed, flailed, and bucked over the pommel horse. Her rapidly reddening buttocks were jiggling like mad from the ruthless smacks of the paddle and all her thrashing about. At a particularly burning smack to the back of one thigh, every bit of decorum and restraint flew out the window, and she began to beg, desperate for the relentless paddling to end.

“Oh, please—please! No more! It hurts! It hurts!”

“Stop!” A voice from the back of the room rang out, likely one of the male Elders.

Catherine’s body slumped in relief. Perhaps they were taking mercy on her. Thank the Lord!

“It is meant to hurt, child,” Elder Margaret said with an exasperated sigh. “Do you wish to enter into our convent or not?”

A spike of fear shot through Catherine. Oh no! If they stopped now, was she going to fail?!

“Oh, I do! I truly do!” her voice came out wet and broken, and she was surprised to find that she was on the verge of tears, both from the spanking and the fear that she might be failing the final test. Even though her bottom was throbbing painfully hot, she just had to push through, that was all! She could take more! Definitely. She took a deep breath and said, “I wish to enter the convent, please. I apologize for my outburst.”

“I’d suggest using the ginger.” It was the same male voice from before.

“Very well,” Elder Margaret said. “I think that’s a good idea. Sister Susan, fetch me a thumb of the ginger, please.”

Ginger?! What in Heaven’s name were they going on about? There had been nothing about ‘ginger’ with the other girls. What did that even mean? And why had Elder Margaret asked Sister Susan, of all people, to go and get it? Susan, who was already an anointed nun, was obnoxiously stuck-up, and often rude to the initiates when out of earshot of the Elders. Catherine was certainly not thrilled to have her involved in this humiliating affair either!

Elder Margaret interrupted her thoughts, “Restraint is a virtue, child. You clearly need a little extra encouragement to keep still and accept your penance. There’s no shame in that.”

Catherine’s heart sank. Not only did she have to take even more spanking, but apparently, they were upping the ante in some way. Her bottom was still so hot and throbbing that she dreaded taking more of that awful paddle, let alone whatever the ginger was for! She was just mulling over how to best try and beg out of whatever it was, when Elder Margaret placed her hands right on Catherine’s bottom and spread her sore buttocks wide apart. Catherine’s jaw dropped and she made a high sound of dismay. She was now spread open for all to see, astonished by the extreme disregard that was being given to her modesty.

“That’s right, Sister Susan,” Elder Margaret was saying. “Just push it right in.”

And then a small, blunt object was suddenly being pressed right against Catherine’s wrinkled little bottom-hole! Terrified, she tried to clench it tightly, immensely reluctant to be publicly penetrated by whatever this object was. She was a virgin, after all! Surely, they knew that?!

“Relax, girl!” Elder Margaret ordered, giving Catherine’s rump a sharp smack of her hand and then spreading even wider so that she was completely unable to clench. Then the smooth little phallus slid in all at once, and Catherine yelped as it popped past her sphincter, her anus stretching to accommodate it as it was lodged firmly several inches inside her.

It was honestly more bizarre than painful, but still terribly humiliating! At first, the thing was cool, the stretch awkward but bearable, but then a strange tingling began. This tingling grew quickly until it ignited into a burst of fire, scorching her deep inside her tender anus. It was burning her! How could they have put such a dangerous thing inside her?! In anguish, she wiggled and clenched, but found that every movement brought forth a renewed eruption of heat until she nearly believed the flames of Hell were burning right inside her poor little butthole! It was too much to bear. She was going to die! Oh, they had to take it out! They just had to!

“That’s ginger root in your bottom right now, Sister, and it’s called figging,” Elder Margaret explained. “It’s meant to encourage you to keep still and accept your penance. The more you wriggle about like that, the more it will burn!”

And then, without an ounce of mercy, Elder Margaret smacked the paddle harder than ever against Catherine’s bottom—WHAP! WHACK! The swats picked up speed as the woman found her rhythm again. The burning root inside Catherine’s hole stopped the girl from thrashing about as much as she was before—after all, she couldn’t even clench her bottom without a terrible burst of fire erupting within! And so, Catherine’s feet twitched, her toes spreading desperately, her thighs shaking and her face sweaty from the effort of keeping as still as possible while her backside was engulfed in burning agony inside and out.

She could do little more than scream her head off while the paddle descended again and again and again, thoroughly blistering her bare bottom. Thank goodness she had taken the opportunity to use the toilet earlier or else she might have further embarrassed herself with an ill-timed accident from the overwhelming strain of enduring such severe discipline.

Elder Margaret didn’t seem to be aiming for a set number of swats or amount time but continued on and on until Catherine’s piercing wails were reduced to the quiet sob of defeat as she lay limp over the pommel horse, her backside a ball of blazing fire. Finally, Elder Margaret stopped. She must have decided Catherine had had enough or was perhaps simply satisfied by the dark red hue of the girl’s chubby butt.

Sister Susan helped Catherine to stand on wobbly legs, giving her a smug little grin. The ginger root remained lodged hot and tingling in Catherine’s anus, the bulbous end sticking out between her buttocks. It wagged like a little tail as she waddled stiffly to the wall to line up with the other girls. She was instructed to hold her skirts up high to ensure the audience was treated to an unfettered view of her bright red, thoroughly paddled bottom. Beyond mortified, she stood there sniffling, her tear-stained face nearly as hot and red as her throbbing backside.

The crowd spoke quietly amongst themselves while the girls remained on display for what felt like ages but was likely only a half hour. Catherine’s ears burned the entire time as she tried and failed to ignore any commentary she could hear regarding the dreadful state of her bottom.

Elder Margaret finally announced the close of the initiation ceremony and addressed the bare-bottomed girls directly, “You’ve all done well on this first evening of your final initiation and penance.”

Wait, what?! FIRST evening? Catherine’s eyes widened with panic. No! She couldn’t possibly mean ...

“Return to your rooms, girls, and focus on prayers and personal reflection. We shall reconvene a week from today for your second round of final penance and initiation!”

Catherine was almost too terrified to ask, but on her way out, in a small voice, she forced out, “How many rounds of p-penance are there?”

Elder Margaret gave her a sharp look. “Why, as many as needed, of course! And I’ll be sure to see that the kitchen is well-stocked with ginger root, too. Just in case!”

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HipHopAnonymous

I am a fetish writer, primarily focused on spanking, but also general erotica. I've mostly written fanfiction, but would like to share some original stories, as well, and get my writing out there!

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