Fish

Sister Ann admired the tight slender blonde for a moment. The girls arms barely covered her large, firm breasts and she could see each nipple was surrounded by large dark aureoles that were perfect for sucking. It was obvious to Sister Ann that Jenna worked out. Jenna's small waist and taught stomach stretched above a soft blonde, triangular mound that had evidence of excitement clinging to the hair. She knew she had the new teacher in a humiliating predicament and she was going to take full advantage of the situation. "Ms. Tarp?" Sister Ann said in stern voice to the unresponsive girl, "Ms. Tarp!"

Jenna recovered slightly and looked down at Sister Ann who was glaring back at her with a look of disbelief and disappointment. Jenna tried to cover herself as she stood naked before the catholic nun, the head mistress, in a classroom for 7th graders on the morning before the first day of school was to begin! Somehow, she had done the impossible, the improbable. She had managed to humiliate herself in the most degrading manner possible. The whole scene was surreal. Her mind clouded over again as she contemplated what she should do and what would happen to her.

Jenna stood motionless, staring into space. Sister Ann stood up and hugged the mortified young woman.

Jenna felt a sudden sense of relief as she was wrapped in the warm robes of the nun. The humiliated young woman closed her eyes to hide her shame and hugged the nun back. "I...I," She wanted to tell her she was sorry, but thought it may draw even more attention to her plight. Jenna wanted to hide her nakedness and pressed herself closely into the robes of Sister Ann. She felt the nun comforting her and stroking her soft skinned back. "She is such a wonderful person for not humiliating me," Jenna told herself, "she recognizes my shame." Jenna buried her face into the nun's chest and took comfort in her touch.

As the two stood hugging, Sister Ann seized the moment. She continued to stroke Jenna's back in soft circles and gradually worked her hand down across the young woman's ass. When she didn't feel resistance to her touch, she squeezed the tight butt cheek as she passed over it. The young woman's soft flesh was so warm. She hadn't touched a young woman for so long, she was overwhelmed by her luck. Here she had a new young teacher naked in her arms. She started telling herself how easy it would be to control her. She could use her position of power to make the young woman 'do' things for her. She sighed deeply as she squeezed the woman's buttocks with both hands.

Jenna felt the nun's seeming growing interest in touching her ass, but figured the nun didn't realize what she was doing. She was a nun after all. Jenna figured it was just her way of keeping her warm. Since her whole backside was exposed to the cool room air and her touch did feel kind of good, she let it pass.

Sister Ann persisted. She began to knead the firm globes with regularity.

Jenna felt uncomfortable and tried to end the prolonged hug.

Sister Ann sensed Jenna's desire to end the hug, but she wasn't ready to relinquish control just yet. She squeezed the young woman tightly and cooed, "it's okay Ms. Tarp, don't feel ashamed, it's okay."

At Sister Ann's words something strange began to happen. Jenna felt a tingling sensation cover her with goose bumps. She closed her eyes and tried to forget what was happening. She wanted this whole ordeal over with. Still paralyzed by what she had done, she couldn't understand why her breathing became shallower. Sister's hands warmed her buttocks and the constant massaging was suddenly relaxing. Something was happening to her that she couldn't explain. Waves of emotion were being pushed up from through her stomach and into her throat. She was beginning to feel weak. Was this right? Was it okay for her to be hugging a nun? Of course it was okay, she told herself. Sister Ann was just comforting her, right?

Sister Ann squeezed the woman's cheeks, lifting and separating them. She could tell by the girls change in breathing that she was starting to enjoy her manipulations. She really wanted to taste the girls sex, but this wasn't the time. She continued to circle Jenna's ass in a "wax on, wax off," fashion. She could see that Jenna was distraught, but succumbing to her touch. She had her right where she wanted her. She'd bring her closer to orgasm before she'd stop and then she'd smack her ass and bring her quickly back to reality.

Minutes later, Jenna was gasping for air, or so it seemed, as her body heat rose inexplicably. Her mind was reeling. She didn't understand any of it. She must be sick for letting these innocent touches by a nun arouse her. But, she couldn't help it they felt so good. She relaxed her legs a bit and spread her feet a little. Secretly she hoped Sister would push a finger into her anus.

Suddenly she felt an electric shock bolt through the center of her body, forcing her to jump and squeal and cover herself. She looked around the room, gathering her thoughts and taking in her circumstances.

"Ms. Tarp!" exclaimed Sister Ann with a smack on her ass, "What are you doing?! Get dressed right now, you have a class to teach." She knew that she had established an early base of control over the young woman and would have lots of opportunity to expand upon the situation.

Jenna was shocked at her own behavior. How could she have allowed herself to become aroused by the touch of a nun? She must be sick. Suddenly she realized she was still naked and standing in front of her new employer. She grabbed her blouse and picked up her skirt and turned around and quickly tried to get dressed. What had she done? How could she have been standing there like that? What was she thinking?

As she buttoned the last button on her blouse and tucked it in, she felt like crying again. She straightened her skirt and wondered what this all meant. "Sister Ann...please forgive me...I'm sorry for...for whatever I did," she said in a sheepish shaky tone.

"We'll let bygones be bygones, Ms. Tarp, so long as you follow all the rules and conduct yourself in a proper manner everything will be fine," Sister Ann reassured her. "Now you have a class to teach." Sister Ann had a devilish plan to add to Jenna's humiliation and self-consciousness so she asked, "What's that smell?"

"Uh, what smell?" asked a shaky Jenna, still somewhat aroused, but humiliated beyond belief.

"It smells like...like..." Sister Ann started as she acted like she was trying to figure out the odor by sniffing the air, "...fish."

Jenna almost passed out. She felt tunnel vision as her heart sank. Was that her? Was that her recent unexplained arousal that Sister Ann smelled? She felt like crawling into a hole. How much more humiliation would she have to endure? She had already violated school policy by wearing undergarments and then humiliated herself by stripping in front of her new boss and allowing herself to feel arousal and now she smelled like sex on top of all that!?

Jenna wanted to quit. She didn't know what to say or what to do. Her parents always taught her to come clean and admit what you did and take responsibility. She knew she'd have to admit that she had somehow become sexually aroused when she had removed her undergarments but that the whole thing was a big mistake. She felt her breath being sucked away as she began, "uh, Sister Ann, I, uh, don't know what happened," she stammered.

"You don't know how what happened, Ms. Tarp?" pushed Sister Ann sensing her humiliation.

"I, uh, I don't know how...but I somehow became aroused when...when I took my clothes off. Oh gawd, please forgive me for I have sinned!" Jenna finally blurted out. Feverishly she tried to explain what happened, "I didn't mean to break the rules and when you told me to give you my undergarments, I thought you meant right then and when I took my clothes off...I don't know what happened. I just became aroused and I almost had an...and I don't know, I don't know!" Jenna sobbed as she covered her face with her hands.

"Now, now girl. It's okay," Sister Ann said as she consoled the distraught young woman. "If I told you how many young girls have become aroused when they stand in front of me, you wouldn't believe it. I think it's the robes," she chuckled. "You're fine," she said aloud while thinking, "oh so fine..."

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