Beg God for Forgiveness

Sister Mona caught the two of them whispering about licking pussy. Rage flashed across her face. She slammed the door behind Sister Charlotte and fixed her eyes on Riley. Charlotte ran straight to Mother Superior, tugging her back down the hallway. They burst in to find Mona’s strap slapping red lines across Riley’s bare ass. Mother Superior’s voice cracked like ice—Mona froze mid-swing. The moment the young nuns were gone, the room shrank around the two older women. Mona let the strap drop; her stare burned. Mother Superior did not flinch. She stepped closer until their habits brushed, daring Mona to cross the line she had already drawn with her own body. Mona smiled, slow and sharp, taking every last second she had been given.