Once I was done, the nun helped me up from the bed, and led me over to the prie dieu. This little prayer bench had a leather padded top about three feet high where the person praying would rest their arms while kneeling on the low padded knee rest. She bent me over the top so my head reached almost to the floor and my bottom was completely exposed. Then Sister Mathilde used a cord attached to the outside of the base of the prie dieu to tie my left wrist and ankle together. She did the same to my right wrist and ankle. The now clearly excited nun explained that for penance this painful we naughty girls could not be expected to hold their position. It seemed we needed to be tied so our movements wouldn’t interfere with our punishment. By this point I was truly scared. I knew that my bottom was in for an ordeal and that I had no recourse whatsoever except to endure whatever she had planned for me. My helplessness was completed when she made me open my mouth and inserted a leather bit which she tied in place behind my head. She told me I could bite down on it to help me bear the pain, and that it would also keep my screams from disturbing the other nuns at their devotions.

So there I was, stark naked and completely bent double. My arms and legs were tied four or five feet apart so that my bottom was completely exposed, and my mouth gagged to prevent me from even protesting effectively. Sister Mathilde then stood where I could see her and reached down to remove the leather slipper from her right foot. It was held by the heel to make a paddle. She then significantly slapped against her left palm with a loud smack, indicating what was in store for my buttocks. The triumphant nun stepped behind me where I couldn’t see her at all, and my spanking commenced. I had never been hit even once in my life. So the pain of the leather slipper on my bare bottom was shocking. I screamed into the gag, which permitted me to emit only a muffled squeak. The stinging soon graduated into a diffuse burning pain as the implacable nun systematically worked her way around each of my squirming bottom cheeks. I could not help from clenching them like mad to try to avoid or at least mitigate some of the pain. All the while she spanked away at my burning moons, she kept up a chiding monologue, describing how bad I’d been, and how much my naughty bottom deserved what it was getting.