I feel full and I love it. "Sir, slap my ass, I need to be punished for screaming"Still pulling my head back Tom's hand comes down hard on my left ass...check. It stings for a second, but it gets warm. I yell"HARDER"A second hand comes down onto my ass and it is harder. It is more then stinging this time."You like that you slut. He is another for the dirty slut on the bed"WHAM another comes down on my ass. Another 5 slaps connect with my ass. My ass is on fire. Tom walks back to the front of the. "Monsignor Flavin interrupted her, "You address me simply as 'Master', not as Reverend anything. I am your teacher and Master while you are here, not your confessor."Somehow she heard the capital M on the word Master and shivered slightly."Sir, I became a nun because I had always been intended to be a nun. It was something I knew had to happen, even from childhood, before I understood anything about Our Lord."A smile broke over the Monsignor's face, "I thought so. None of the V's?"Seeing her. Angie stirred something I’d kept buried for years. Maybe I felt sorry for her because she seemed unhappy. Maybe it was the knowledge that I’d be taking it easy in a couple weeks, and a woman wouldn’t have to compete with my job. She was a younger than I, but at our age, a few years wouldn’t make that much difference. All my attempts at making conversation with Angie failed miserably. She seemed to be avoiding me except when I waved for more coffee. At about eleven, I gave up and left. The next. It was the feeling that she received that was so eerie, though. It was as if Marion’s own eternal salvation depended on her telling Caroline the whole truth.Finally, she answered Cara’s question. “I think so,” she said softly. “But I lost count at about sixty-five and was unconscious at about ninety. So it’s only a guess. But the way my body was torn up, it had to be more than 100 lashes.”Then Cara asked detailed questions regarding the whipping, such as the size of the whip, how she had been.