Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2014 08:42:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aislinge Murphy <aislinge.murphy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Catholic    Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Father Arder escorted his young charge down a dimly lit hallway with
pictures of saints spaced along both sides of the corridor. At the end of
the hall was a set of large double wooden doors. Rapping polity on the
door, Father Arder waited for permission to enter with Brian.

"Your excellency, it's Father Arder with young Master Brian," Father spoke
into the door.

"Enter," a female voice replied.

The room was cast in red light. Sitting in a hard back chair was an elderly
nun in full habit, with a whip in her hand. Seeing the nun and whip, Brian
pushed back against Father Arder. The nun saw his reluctance to enter.

"Come in my child, the whip is not for you but for the Bishop," she said
rising from the chair and approaching them. "Close the door as you leave
Father," she said to Father Arder, who turned and walked out the door,
securing it as he left.

"You are beautiful my child," she said walking towards Brian, then taking
his little hand in her bony fingers and directing him to the king size bed
covered in red satin sheets. "How old are you child," she asked, patting
his cheek.

"10, Sister, but I'll be 11 next month," he answered politely.

"Ah such a wonderful age, do you know why you are here my little darling?"
She asked admiring the tiny cock in Brians black jock strap, the light
bouncing off the gold cross Father Arder had placed hours earlier and the
Bishop kissed before kneeling and pulling it back up his legs.

"No Sister, just the the Bishop wanted me to be with him tonight," Brian
answered looking up at the tall nuns smiling face.

"I am His Excellency's In persona Christi . My name is Sister Anthony, do
you know what an In persona Christi is young child." she asked directing
him to sit on the end of the bed as she moved her hard back chair in front
of him.

"No Sister," Brian answered, as the nun placed the short cat o nine tails
on the bed next to Brian's naked white thigh.

"It means that I represent Christ in hearing His Excellencies confessions,
and exact penance for the absolution of his holy soul," she answered
stroking Brian's chest with her slender fingers.

Brian would be the 4th child she would groom for the Bishop. She knew that
Brian would be replaced when he was 14, and another young, dominant boy,
would be chosen to take his place. She had been giving the Bishop
absolution for his sins since he was a monsignor in the parish she was
teaching in.  When he was elevated to Bishop, she was dismissed from her
teaching duties and accompanied the Bishop as his personal aid. But it was
more than that. The Bishop was a sinner, for his need to have young boys to
enjoy was uncontrollable. It would be maybe once or twice a week that
Sister Anthony was called over to the rectory to hear the priests
confession, then he would strip, kneel on the prie dieu in his room, and
sister would lay the whip to his back, ass and legs till the penance was
exacted.  It was not until he was elevated as Bishop that she began
training young boys to dominate the Bishop and aid her in exacting severe
punishment to her Bishop. She looked Brian in the eyes as she caressed his
bare flesh. She loved touching the young boys, to watch them shiver from
her touch, to see their little cocks rise in anticipation. But she knew she
was no more than a "fluffer" for the Bishop. She had never, and would
never, complete a sexual act with her charge. It was not allowed, only the
Bishop would taste this boy's first cum, only the Bishop would savor his
piss, only the Bishop would love and penetrate his ass with his tongue. All
sins, all absolved with confession and the whip. Her only relief would be
through masturbation. At 60 years old she had never had a cock in her
pussy, only implements easily accessible in the church. She had fluffed
many a young cock to breed her Bishop, but never tasted the sweet young
cum. She had been tempted many times as she fingered the cum from the
Bishops ass to feed it to his open mouth, to taste some, but never did.

"Master Brian," she started, holding his chin in her palm, looking directly
into his blue eyes, "His Excellency will join us when I call for him. He
will kneel on his prie dieu, I will move my chair over in front of him and
hear his confession."

"You are to remain on the bed, till I call you to me, do you understand
Master Brian?"

"Yes sister, will I be able to hear his confession?", he asked smiling at
the nun.

"Yes my child, most certainly, yes my child," she said bending to peck his
lips with hers.

"Enter sinner", she barked, and a door opened into the room. The Bishop had
a white cassock covering his old body, his feet were bare, his eyes cast
down, his hands clasped in prayer.

"Remove the cassock," Sister barked in even a sterner voice, startling
Brian.

The Bishop complied keeping his eyes cast down. "Kneel sinner," the order
once again given in a stern voice.

Standing the nun moved her chair in front of the kneeling Bishop, placing
it so she could sit sideways in front of the Bishop - she sat, her eyes on
Brian sitting on the end of the bed.

"Bless me Sister for I have sinned, it has been one day since my last
confession," the Bishop started, I have committed mortal sins as well as
venial sins and seek absolution.

"Begin sinner," the nun said, her hands stroking the tails of the whip in
her hand.

The Bishop began telling his sins, all of them, retelling his evening with
Brian, in very lurid detail. Telling not only what had happened but his
feelings. When the confession was done, and the Bishop prayed for
absolution, Sister Anthony directed Brian, with her hand, to her.

Brian raised himself from the bed, and walked towards the sitting nun. She
spread her legs, her habit stretching across her thighs and moved Brian
between her legs, facing the Bishop, her arm around Brian's waist.

"Is this the boy you sinned on?"

"Yes sister," the Bishop replied.  This boy will be important in your
absolution, do you understand."

"Yes sister."

"you are to pray for this boy to be your Master, you will vow to meet all
his needs, if he chooses to lay the whip to you you will be thankful, do
you understand that without his acceptance of your pleas, no absolution
will be given."

"Yes sister."

"Make your plea."

The Bishop raised his head and looked into Brian's eyes. "Master Brian I
pray that you accept me as your subject to use and abuse in any manner you
seem fit. I beg for your cock in my mouth. I pray for your golden pee to
fill my stomach, I pray for your young virile cock in my ass, my cunt, at
anytime you wish. I pray for the first taste of your cream, the cream from
your cock."

Brian remained silent.

"I vow that I will not be with another boy unless you order or allow. I vow
that I will insure your safety and that of your family. I vow my life to
you." He finished, bending his head back down, his hands still clasped in
prayer.

"Do you except this worthless holy man as your slave, to do all that you
order?, if so I will continue with this sinners penance, if not I will
return you to Father Arder, and no absolution will be given."  Sister
Antony said, her fingers now stroking the form of Brian's cock through the
black jock strap. Brian's state of arousal told the nun what is answer
would be.

"Yes Sister, I will take him," Brian said, looking at the nun, not the
Bishop.

"For your sins you will receive a minimum of 20 lashes from my hand, and
what ever Master Brian chooses to give."  "Do you accept this penance?"

"Yes sister," the Bishop answered, his eyes still cast down.

"Stand sinner," she once again barked in her authoritarian voice.

The Bishop stood, his hands still in prayer. "Spread your legs, sinner,"
the nun ordered.

Handing Brian a long leather lace she placed her hand on his shoulder and
moved with him behind the Bishop. Reaching between the Bishops legs she
grasped the top of his hanging sack and pulled down on the flesh till only
the form of 2 balls could be seen.

Taking the leather lace from Brian's hand she tied it to the top of the
sack she was stretching. She then brought Brian next to her, replacing her
hand with his stretching the Bishops sack. Then showing Brian how to wrap
down the stretched skin, she stepped back.

"No slack, young Master Brian, wrap it tight," the nun instructed her
charge.

Brian pulled down on the old Bishop's sack till the Bishops knees
bent. "Stand up straight," Brian barked the first of many orders he would
give.

When Brian was done, the nun moved next to him and showed him how to secure
it so it would not loosen till he chose. Once done, they stood behind the
Bishop admiring Brian's work.

The Bishops sack was stretched a good 5" down from his tiny limp cock. "A
fine job Master Brian, " Sister Anthony said, patting the young boy on the
shoulder.

"Slap the sack," the nun instructed Brian raising her whip in the
air. Brian complied, and the Bishop jumped and the whip came down on his
back.

"Do not move sinner," she ordered the Bishop.

"Again Brian, harder this time, and keep slapping till you are satisfied."
Brian went at his task with the fervor that only the young possess. When
the Bishop moved, the whip came down on his pale old body. The faster Brian
slapped, the faster the whip in the nuns hand kissed the Bishops back, ass
and legs.  Brian closed his fist and took a final punch as hard as he could
unto the swollen sack. The Bishop fell to his knees crying in pain.

"Up on your kneeler sinner," The nun said as she lashed her whip through
the air onto his back.  The Bishop slowly moved up on to his prie dieu.

Sister Anthony took Brian's chin in her hand again and lingered her lips on
his, raising her head, she said, "Oh, you will be the best my darling
child, you enjoyed punishing the holy man didn't you?'

"Yes sister," Brian said with pride.

"We have a long night ahead of us child," the nun said, handing the whip to
Brian, "whip this sinner to your pleasure while I gather and prepare all we
will need to grant absolution to this sinner."

Brian took the whip from the offered hand and began whipping on the red
welted flesh kneeling before him. Brian heard the start of the rosary
emanating from the Bishops lips, this was going to be a long wonderful
night.

Sister Anthony picked up the bed side phone and instructed the person on
the other end to bring timmy and one other altar boy, presented in panties,
to the Bishops quarters.