"I should be the one to renounce my vows, sir? It's my fault." You're so wonderful, my child. You wouldn't have to renounce your vow. Not if you did i.... But I can't ask you. You would despise me." Oh, No, Father. I wouldn't. I'd do anything for you. You know that. What do you want me to do, sir? Let me do it." But, Sister? You know I can't let him loose in your vestal jewel box. You would be re-possessed if I did. It must be in your... no... I couldn't ask you to take it there. But we might be. Fathers approach was similar however he like to differ the time distance between each strike. At the end of this I have tears streaming down my face and with deep red marks across both bum checks as well the top of each thigh. Things continued along these lines for a while however slowly began to include the added elements of degrading and humiliating me as both (using their words) thought my behaviour wasn’t really improving and therefore required extra methods . This started with once the. And omg it was like a baseball bat if never seen any cock being so big and thick. He slapped it in my face,trying to focre it into my mounth but i try to kept it close, i could feel more and more hands all over my body, trying to pull up my tanktop popping out my boobies from my bra n then just ripping the bra into pieces so my boobies dangeling free.i could feel a guy's hands grabbing my ass wanting to lick my little pussy and ass. when his wet tounge touched my little asshole i got a shock a. Or do you prefer sleeping on the floor?” I shook my head. “But I thought - I thought I’d have my own room.” The feeling of despair from earlier was once more crashing down on me. “The bed’s big enough for both of us. Don’t worry.” “Can’t I just sleep on the couch?” I asked, my tone almost pleading. “I’m afraid not. Bridget has a habit of watching TV late into the night, and she doesn’t want us to do the same.” I hung my head. Whatever I had envisioned beforehand, this was going to be worse..