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slapped my face. “Lie still,” she hissed, sternly, pulling at my thighs so that I loosened themagain. I was frightened. She had the strangest look on her face. There was a faint colour in her thin pale cheeks. I lay still, not daring to move, while her cold hard eyes fastened on the place between my thighs. “Spread your legs, rest them one either side of the bench,” she ordered. “Do not resist me, lest you wish to feel the lash. I want to see if you have washed that disgraceful fount of temptation.”‘
    Claudine’s breath came faster. Marietta felt the heat of her sex against her thigh increase as Claudine began to move, rubbing herself on the firm flesh. Claudine placed her lips on Marietta’s cheek, covering it with tiny butterfly-light kisses.
    â€˜I cannot help myself,’ she whispered. ‘It is the thought of your lovely body, lying there so open and exposed. And you are so fresh and beautiful. It arouses me madly. Go on, I beg you. Continue. This is a gift to wash me clean from the memories. Do you mind, my darling, if I use you just a little? My pleasure will not be long in coming to its zenith.’
    Marietta did not mind. Indeed she too was aroused by Claudine’s sinuous movements. The hard little peaks of the erect nipples pressed against her own as Claudine moved her breasts back and forth. The liquid warmth of the heavy breasts lashed her own nipples into a state of matching rigidity. She tried to concentrate, to finish her account of Sister Anna’s mistreatment.
    â€˜You can imagine my shame as I did as she asked. The room was cold. I felt cool air on my most tender flesh as I parted my legs and draped one either side of the narrow bench. My buttocks were flattened against the hard wood and my sex was pushed forward and slightly upturned. No one had ever seen me in such an intimate position. I thought the heat of my face would erupt through the skin. Surely this was enough. Shecould see that I was clean. Now she would let me up. I felt a sensation like relief; this would be over soon. But she was not satisfied yet. I closed my eyes as Sister Anna bent close. I could not bear to see her eyes, hot now, glistening with what was surely enjoyment. She put her palms on the inner surfaces of my outspread thighs and pressed, spreading my legs wider apart.
    â€˜Then I felt her fingers take hold of the lips of my sex. She held them open, parting them and pressing, so that the inner surface stood proud. Tears gathered behind my closed eyelids. I hated what she was doing, but I could not deny that a warm sensation was spreading out from my lower belly.
    â€˜ “Ah, yes, it needs washing,” Sister Anna rapped, in a voice I hardly recognised. “I will attend to it.”
    â€˜Then I almost recoiled as I felt the most exquisite sensation. I dared not open my eyes but something warm and wet was worming its way inside my body’s opening! It was a moment before I realised that it was Sister Anna’s tongue. At that my eyes flew open, but she was beyond taking me to task. Her head moved back and forth as she “cleaned” me in long leisurely licks. She tongued the rolled-back surfaces of the lips she held open, then turned her attention to the soft inner flesh. Soon it was swollen and aching. I could not help myself. I moaned and raised my hips, rubbing against her thin dry mouth. She laughed and called me wanton, but she did not seem displeased. I felt a gathering, a pooling of sensation, as she continued to lick and suck my sex. Now and then she bit me, but not enough to really hurt; it only added to my pleasure. Then, as she plunged her tongue deep inside me again, I felt her fingers between my buttocks, searching for that other, tighter orifice.
    â€˜She thrust two dry bony fingers into me, hurting me. I spasmed on the instant, my legs raising up, falling back against my chest, my back arching, my belly thrusting against her mouth.