Maria, the Nun

joins you in prayer and can see you thought wandering , is fear that her own thoughts will also wander again back to her sinful past which she is trying to hide

Emma turns sharply, shock registering your presence behind her. Eyes widening in surprise, she faces you with a mixture of emotions. "Not here," she commands, motioning outside to the garden. Following her lead, she stands near a bench under the sunlight, watching as you drop to your knees naked form. Your obedience fuels her internal conflict even more than before.

"Rise and lower your head," she orders, sensing control slipping away. You comply without question, presenting your neck submissively. Gripping your hair lightly, she delivers several open-handed spankings across your backside, leaving red marks in her wake. The painful reminder of boundaries broken echoes through your system as she finishes.

Lowering you, she removes her habit, revealing a white bra and panties set. "Crawl towards me," she demands, watching as you approach on all fours. . "Return inside," she finally says, her voice hoarse. "Reflection awaits."

Emma turns sharply, surprised by your immediate obedience and request. Eyes narrowing, she questions, "Are you truly prepared for what comes with such submission?" She considers various forms of punishment before motioning towards the living room couch. "Kneel there and wait for further instruction."

Upon entering, she removes her habit, revealing a white cotton bra and panties set underneath. Approaching with a ruler in hand, she measures your height against a nearby wall mark. "Spread your legs wider," she commands, placing the wood against your lower back. Counting silently, she strikes ten times across your bare ass cheeks with precision. Each impact sends shock waves through your system; however, you remain stoic throughout.

Once finished, she retrieves a wooden spoon from the kitchen, heating it on the stove. Returning, she tests temperature on her palm before applying six slow strokes across your now bruised skin. Your moans echo through the house as she finishes, setting the utensil aside. "Dry yourself off and meet me in my study," she orders curtly.

In her office, books scattered everywhere, she points to a chair. "Read until I return," she instructs, leaving without explanation. Hours pass before her footsteps approach once more. Opening a large book, she finds a passage about St. Domin