The Bishop’s visit.

It was about a month later that Sister Agnes and Sister Megan told me with great excitement that the Bishop was due to visit the nunnery and he had specifically asked to see me. This news confused me but due to the way it was communicated I felt I should feel very happy. Why would the Bishop want to see me? I asked the two nuns who said he often took an interest in any of the novices particularly if they had experienced certain reactions to the exorcising of the Devil. They had informed him that I had reacted extremely well to their treatment and he was keen to see it first hand. They also said in cases where the novices had experienced repeated possession by the Devil he had developed his own treatment. This did not explain anything to me at the time but I knew not to argue.

The evening that the Bishop visited the nunnery half a dozen of us girls were invited to eat with the senior nuns and the Bishop. I was the only one of the novices who slept in the dormitory with the younger girls. I felt very privileged. The Bishop seemed very old to me. He was no taller than most of the nuns with a belly that no amount of clothing could have hidden. He was generally of a stern disposition. Everyone drunk some fruity looking liquid that tasted bitter and not to my taste at all. It was made quite clear that whether I liked it or not I should drink it. When the meal was finished the other girls were escorted out and slowly nuns left the room leaving only Sister Agnes, Sister Megan and the Bishop.

The Bishop turned his chair away from the big table and asked me to come and stand in front of him. He then told me that he had been told that my reaction to the exorcism was nothing short of spectacular. He asked me if I had felt cleansed and spiritually uplifted by the experience. I told him that while being extremely painful it had been the most wonderful religious experience of my life. I was surprised and a little hurt when he seemed to be laughing at that.

“The sisters’ tell me that they are greatly concerned that they may not have been able to fully rid you of your troubles. They asked me if I would consider spending some time with you and help you overcome your demons. I am a very busy man but if you would like me to I could spare you some time this evening. Would you like that?”

I did feel very honored but was not sure I wanted to spend any more time with the Bishop than I needed to. He made me feel uncomfortable, not just because he was a man but he looked at me in a strange way. None of that mattered, what I had to reply was clear to me. The only question was could I make it sound sincere?

“Oh that would be so kind of you Bishop. I am sure I am not worthy of your time you must have so many much more important things to do than spend time with me. Thank you for even considering me.”

“Nonsense my dear girl. As long as I am doing God’s work it is time well spent. Now take off your habit.”

I looked towards the two nuns before realizing that I would get no support from them. They had spent the whole dinner doing everything they could to please this powerful representative of God. I slipped the habit off trying to disclose as little of my body as feasible. I then put one arm across my chest (I had never been allowed to wear a bra) and the other covering my crotch. His next opinion seemed to fly in the face of everything the nuns had ever taught us about our bodies.

“Please uncover yourself and show me the joy that is the body that God blessed you with.”

Confused I did what he said. Standing covered only by a pair of knickers, in front of a man, even if he was a Bishop, felt so very wrong.

“Please remove your underwear my dear.”

It felt even more wrong when even this last small security was removed.

“Oh you were so right Sisters. God made this girl a vision of perfection. What a terrible curse this will be for her all her life. It is no surprise that the Devil would seek to pervert such a vision of beauty for his evil ways. We must use all our powers to help this helpless child to stay away from temptation. Does the Devil visit you at night child?”

At the time I had no idea what he was alluding to. If I had known I would have been able to say no but instead I stood them completely dumb. After a short pause he patted his thighs and said

“Never mind I think that we need to start your treatment over my knee. I find that a good spanking with the hand makes the girls understand what is expected of them, don’t you Sister Agnes?”

“Yes Bishop this girl responds very well once her bottom has been warmed up.”

When I was settled across the Bishop’s lap I could feel his stomach when he moved. His hand started to caress my bottom. For some reason I now wanted the spanking and the pain to start. He took his time before he landed the first spank without warning. It was hard and seemed to echo as I registered the pain. He spanked me hard, more than a dozen times, with no time to recover between each strike. It hurt but it was a pain that I welcomed. My bottom was hot, a heat that had already spread between my legs. If necessary I would have begged to be spanked more, much more by this man of God. I wanted more heat more pain.

He stopped and I pushed my bottom up towards his hand as he caressed the spanked area. He did not limit the caressing to my bottom as his hand slipped between my legs. I felt euphoric as his hand played with me.

“You couldn’t be more right Sister Agnes. Her response to having her beautiful bottom warmed up is quite extraordinary. The Devil has clearly not been banished from her perfect body. I think her reaction to his evil will be hard to counter but I am certainly ready to start the fight.”

I was completely confused at this point. He was saying my body was perfect but also suggesting that the Devil was within me. He was still playing between my legs as he said all this and I knew I was moving towards another religious experience of great importance. We had been taught that we must not be proud of our bodies but the most essential man of God that I knew of had just praised my body. Maybe I was just a pretty vessel that the devil was tormenting. Whoever or whatever was exciting my body was doing such a wonderful job my mind was incapable of reasoning.

He traced his fingers back through my legs briefly moistening the puckered skin at the heart of my bottom. I couldn’t fathom out why this was exciting rather than disgusting. I did not have time to ponder all these confusions as the spanking was quickly restarted. I wanted everything, the attention of this great man, the heat throughout my lower body and the promise of a spectacular release from the grip of the Devil. If last time was anything to go by my mind and body craved nothing more.

The spanking was continuous for some minutes. Given everything I was feeling I was surprised that tears were rolling down my face and I was crying out. I was not asking him to stop but I left him in no doubt that his spanking was getting through to me. The degree of pain seemed to be matched by the degree of joy and expectation. I hardly noticed that the spanking had stopped but the nuns took me off his lap and laid me on the dining table. I was on my back right in the corner so that Sister Agnes could stand on one side of the table and Sister Megan at 90 degrees on another. From where they were each held one of my legs bending them back towards my chest, bent at the knee and spread wide aside.

“I am sure you are very tight my girl so I am going to loosen you up so that you suffer less pain later. Sisters please keep the girls legs spread wide while I ensure the girl is as receptive as possible.”

With this he poured something between my legs that might have been the same as the Sisters’ had used before. He massaged the area between my legs paying particular attention to what I now know as my clit. Every now and then he would slide his middle finger down until it edged just inside me. Each time he did this he pushed just slightly further in. The pleasure was excruciating until he pushed further in and met some resistance. As soon as I tensed up he took his finger out and added more of the fluid. Unlike before the fluid did not seem to add heat to the already warm wet area. More and more he concentrated on adding fluids and pushing his finger inside me. His thumb would occasionally brush my clit and as he did this he pushed in deeper.

“She is very tight. We need to get her more relaxed. Please take a nipple each in your mouths and suck it gently. I have found this sometimes helps girls to relax and open up. As for you my dear I want you to relax and even push out a little as if you are trying to pass water. Oh yes that is perfect my finger is reaching much further.”

I was gutted when he withdrew his finger until he coated two fingers and worked them both into my fast opening pussy. Two fingers were more than twice as good as one but my excitement was short lived. As soon as he had managed to get them a couple of inches in he withdrew them.

“Sister Agnes please remove my cassock.”

“But Bishop are we not going to cane this wretched girl to weaken the Devil’s grip on her?”

“Are you questioning my instructions Sister Agnes? Can you not see that this girl needs me to flood her body with the seed of life to help her fight the evil spirit? There will be plenty of time to cane her once the devil is weakened. Now if you do not wish to receive the cane, I suggest you follow my wishes.”

I saw real fright cross Sister Agnes’s face as she realized that she had angered the Bishop. She was quickly behind him and awkwardly pulled the cassock over his head. I had never seen a naked male and what I saw was repulsive. He was pale, hairy and very fat. Even in my complete naivety my eyes were drawn to what was between his legs. I knew men were different but now I had my first real evidence. Looking back with the knowledge I now have of the male body he had a very small penis. I could only see a shiny purple head that reminded me of the mushroom I had had for breakfast. He was actually fully erect but what length he did possess was completely obscured by his fat stomach.

His outburst towards Sister Agnes had made me frightened. As specific as what he had said was I still didn’t know what he intended to do to me. It wasn’t until he coated his penis with what he had used on me and moved towards my secured legs that I started to put two and two together. I panicked and struggled to escape the grip of the Sisters’.

“Can you not hold the girl still for me? She may be possessed by the Devil, but she should be easily held. Now, my dear, steady yourself and welcome my phallus into your troubled body. I intend to battle the spirits inside you until you are able to expel them. You will feel the greatest joy a girl can experience if you give yourself over to this battle.”

I knew the joy he was referring to and I was very excited by the prospect of experiencing it again. It was at the third time of trying that the purple head pushed through causing me to scream out in pain. I quickly knew that we would win this battle as the pain of the penetration became very bearable. He may have had a very small penis but it felt gigantic as he stroked it in and out. I had hardly noticed the attention being paid to my breasts by the Sisters until my nipples were being rolled, pulled and squeezed in perfect unison.

Each time the Bishop pushed into me as far as feasible his fat stomach rubbed against my clit. While I had no idea about my clit I did know that the pressure and friction his stomach applied was wonderful. At this point nothing in the world mattered other than the pleasure coursing through my whole body. I didn’t think of the Bishop as an ugly fat man only as the owner of a phallus bringing me great joy.

“Oh Sisters you are so right this girl really does have the most extraordinary responses to ridding herself of her demons. I suspect she will be spectacular when she finally wins the battle. Are you ready to expel him my dear.”

I was more than ready as I struggled for breath with my heart beating so hard I wondered I would explode. As I did explode so did my voice. I do not know what I said but I think I was praising and thanking the Bishop and describing how I could feel the devil leaving my body. The Bishop had started to thrust into me hard and fast and this triggered even more waves of raw pleasure to rip through my helpless body. It might have lasted five seconds or five minutes but the ecstasy I felt was infinite.

My body broke down completely and I was sobbing helplessly from the extreme emotion of what had happened. Nothing could possibly feel as wonderful as being free of the devil as I was sure I now was. My body was so relaxed I felt unable to move a muscle as the Bishop slipped out of me.

I am not sure that the Bishop was greatly interested as the Sisters’ insisted on caning me. They gave me a dozen that offered only pain without any of the previous pleasure. When I was stood back up after the caning Sister Megan said that I should be very grateful to the Bishop and thank him. She said that he had had to summon all of his strength to poison the devil with his seed as he had. She asked the Bishop whether he wished me to help him regain his energy. The Bishop said he wondered that would be very appropriate.

I was told to kneel in front of him. The Bishop then moved so that his now shrunken phallus was offered to my mouth. Without words it was made quite clear what was required of me. As repugnant as it was to me I was surprised when the shriveled penis expanded quickly back to it’s former size. He then said something about making quite certain that the spirits were all expelled.

He sat on one of the chairs and got me to sit on his lap facing him. He entered me with no issue and not too much pain. He told me I was to ride him hard as if galloping on a horse. Much to my surprise after a few minutes the rubbing of his stomach and the penetration became briefly pleasant. Without warning this changed as my body once more exploded without warning.

The Bishop seemed delighted with this. I had no idea that he had once again pumped his seed into me until I got off his lap. His seed was once again pouring out of me. He announced that I had been so extraordinary that he felt compelled to bring the nunnery’s benefactor to witness my performance next time. I had not realized that there would need to be a next time.