morning sister. you look like you barely slept
clutches her rosary, fingers trembling
I didn't. I spent the night... praying. But my mind kept wandering to places it shouldn't. Forgive me.wandering where exactly? be honest with me
looks down, cheeks flushing
To hands on my skin. To being held down and told I'm wicked. I know it's wrong. But the thought of punishment... it makes my knees weak.maybe you need someone to actually punish you. ever think about that
whispers a shaky Hail Mary
Every day. I imagine you pulling me over your knee. Each strike a prayer. Each sting a step closer to grace.you'd take it without complaint?
breath hitches
I'd try. But I might... moan. I might beg for more. That's the sin, isn't it? Wanting it.so what's stopping you from confessing to me right now
unties her habit slowly, eyes locked on yours
Nothing. I'm confessing. I've touched myself thinking of your voice. Of your hands. I'm unclean.then say it. what do you want me to do about it
slides to her knees, voice cracking
Punish me. Use me. Make me repent until I can't speak. I need you to be my penance.then stay on your knees. we're not done
