II "Get the damn stool, and assume the position." David snapped at Gabi when she opened the door from the attic and stepped through it. He towered in the hallway, watching her with harsh eyes. "Your sinful ass is getting punished right now!" Shit! She was going to get spanked, again. Spanking wasn't the only punishment he dished out, but at least it was be...
Author's note: This piece is pure fiction, and in no way reflects the realities of being a nun, as far as the author knows. No disrespect to God or nuns was intended. ... It was a sunny summer's day at the Mohaka Convent on the hill. The nuns were all busy doing the things nuns do: the daily chores, the weaving and sewing, prayers and meditations, scriptu...
Milyn looked around the room hopelessly. There was no way out that she could see. The door was sturdy and locked, and there were no windows. The only piece of furniture in the room was the simple stool she was seated on. Folding her hands together in supplication, she knelt on the hard stone floor, bowing her head in prayer. Only the One God could save her n...
“Who is the next patient, Nurse Ratchit?” I asked. “That’s Cratchett, Doctor Livingston. You know that,” the crone replied. “Next you see Sister Agatha. She wouldn’t tell me what her problem was. Please explain to her that I must know these things. And don’t take too long with her. It’s the end of the day; all the other staff and patients are gone. You have...
1686. England. The crypt of the ruined church was cold, and Eloise felt her nipples harden and ache as she stepped to one side of the stone altar, releasing the clasp of her cloak, and casting it aside. Two of the acolytes approached her; Thomas, a farm-hand from one of the estates, she knew, and Lisette, the scullery maid from the manor's kitchens. They wo...
This story takes place in the shared universe created / structured by the author Stormbringer. Hopefully you should be able to enjoy this without knowing much of the background but I encourage you to track down and read "The Coxville Curse" by Stormbringer for much more of the same. You can find links and information on Stormbringer's author page here on Lit...
Author's note: This is rather different to anything I have posted here before. Hope you like it. *** Paris, summer 1965. I had arrived to spend two months living with a Parisian family, the parents speaking no English; and attend classes (in French of course) at a prestigious lycee in Cinquieme - the Latin Quarter. It was a school exchange, and I was just...
We dated all through high school, as steady a couple as could be. Yet, I never got past kissing her. "I'm saving myself for my husband, Bob" is how Tina explained it. Sometimes going to Catholic schools instills great will power - it certainly did for her, anyway. "I'm going to be your husband, someday" I told her, not just as an attempt to get past that...
Claire's parents had not really wanted her to enter the convent. They had not been blessed with other children and had hoped that at least she might marry a local boy and provide care for them in their old age. They carried on hoping for a long time but in their hearts they had known since she was eight years old and they found her found praying at the conve...
1st February 2013 Me: Hi Sylvie, did your day go well? I had your words and images on my mind all night. Sylvie: Yes a busy day today again and a late one with friends last night. I am not available really for our exchanges Friday to Sunday as this is when my usual life happens. I hope you don't mind. I look forward to continuing our new adventure on Mond...