My mouth dropped open and I gaped at her, for once I didn't have a smart retort.
“I see that you're at a loss for words. I do believe that is the first time that I have seen you unable to put that mouth to use.” One eyebrow arched finely above a wide blue eye. “Come here to me, I have a use for it.”
I slowly stepped towards here, a little scared at what she was planning to do, she had once made me eat soap and I prayed silently that that wouldn't happen again. To my shock as soon as I reached where she was sitting in her chair, she turned towards me and spread her legs under her habit.
“Get down on your knees in front of me and lift my skirts. You seem to like the taste of women's flesh, I want to see if you really do or if it's just an act.”
Goosebumps broke out over my body and I knelt shakily in front of her. I was afraid that if I tried to do what she asked I would be punished, my ear didn't feel like being abused again. I looked up at her dumbfounded.
“Do it!” she barked at me and lifted her own skirts, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved me face first into her hot crotch. Sister Mary Catherine had removed any undergarments she had been wearing and her naturally hairy pussy was all that met my seeking mouth.
She let out a small moan as I gingerly licked a small ways up her slit tracing the moist folds with my hesitant tongue. She smelled musky with a hint of a sharp soapy smell. The aroma was all woman without any perfumes or lotions to mask it. I had never felt so raw and animalistic as I did in that moment. I couldn't wait to sink my face into her coochy.
I set to work giving her the best oral sex that I could. My tongue delved deep into ever crevice and fold of her womanhood, licking her womanly nectar. My tongue twirled over and around her hard clit causing her to buck her hips into my face. I slid one finger over her hot hole and then pressed gently, easing it all the way into her.
Her body convulsed around my digit and I realized from her tightness that she could very well be a virgin, with a man anyway. It was obvious that the headmistress liked to get head.
Soon my face was covered in her abundant love juice, the smell of her filled my nostrils as her taste filled my mouth. All at once her body tense a small flow of cum streamed out of her tight hole, down my hand. I pulled myself from her and sat on the floor looking up at her, my face glistening with her own moisture.
“That was good, now go get cleaned up and then come right back in here. There are some things that I need to teach you.”
As I stood and turned around to go to the small attached lavatory I felt something slap across my ass. It burned so badly that tears filled my eyes. “As soon as you get back, you'll get a real spanking for all of your naughty behavior.”
As I walked away I felt an odd sense of longing. I almost couldn't wait to get back and be punished.
That day began the longest and most interesting 2 years of my life which I am putting to paper now, for you to read about. The things that Sister Mary Catherine did as a punishment were sometimes cruel and unusual, but almost always well deserved.