Feature Writer: Unknown

Feature Title: Sister Mary Bernadette

Published: Unknown

Story Codes: Religious, Nuns, Sin, Masturbation, Corruption, Under-aged.

Synopsis: A conversation between a naughty boy and a perverted nun.

 

Sister Mary Bernadette

“Sister Mary Bernadette, you said you wanted to see me?”

“Yes Frankie. Please close the door and have a seat.

“I wanted to talk to you about your masturbation habit. Don’t look so shocked. Of course Father Doyle can’t share your confession to him with me or anyone else. But I’ve been teaching boys like you for many years, and I can see in your eyes the mornings masturbate before coming to school. I can also tell you leave the afternoons when you plan to masturbate first thing when you get home. And that’s most mornings and most afternoons, isn’t it? Sometimes you even duck into the boys’ room and do it at Cardinal Monahan High, don’t you?

“Yes Frankie. I can tell. It’s written all over you. You can leave my office right now if you like, but you should know, the Holy Virgin—she weeps for you every time you pollute yourself that way. She’s there with you when you’re doing it. You can’t escape. And I want you to know, there is a cure. That’s right. And if you stay here with me right now, you can be cured.

“You’re about to cry aren’t you because I’ve known along your dirty little secret.

“You’re named after Saint Francis of Asisi, aren’t you? And you must know that he never did anything like what you do to yourself several times each day. You have it in your power to be like him, Frankie. What do you say?”

“I’ve never wanted to be a saint, Sister Mary Bernadette.”

“Perhaps not. But you do want to be clean in the eyes of God and the Holy Virgin, don’t you? We can begin right now. Do you want to be cured? Do you want to stop feeling the tug of the devil pulling your hand onto your private parts once and for all? Do you want to stop wallowing in your guilt and sinfulness you feel each time afterward? You do, don’t you?”

“Yes Sister, but I don’t think anybody can cure me. I mean, I can’t help it. Why do you have to torment me with this?”

“You mean I should just let you descend into Hell of your own accord? You don’t think that part of my mission is to stand between you and the infernal gates?”

“Please Sister. Maybe we could do this on a different day.”

“And how many more times would you offend all the saints before you’d have me cure you? How many more times should I allow you to be the author of your own contamination? How many more times should I allow Satan to have his way with you?”

“Please stop! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I’m such a sinner. I want to be good. I really do.”

“Then you’ll take the cure right now, today?”

“Sister, you can’t possibly know. I mean the desire is so strong. I try not to do it, but resisting is like swimming against a raging torrent. You don’t know how powerful the urge is. You can’t possibly know. And how good it feels—you couldn’t possibly imagine it.”

“Oh but I do, my dear Frankie. I’ve had this talk with countless boys like you. I’ve heard all about it over and over. I know just what you feel, precisely what you feel, before, during, and after.”

“How can you. You’ve never had a uh, uh …”

“You mean a penis. It’s OK. I’ve heard the word before. Yes you have a penis and I’ve never had one. But I know what you feel. And it’s no reason to keep on sinning. I know that whenever your thoughts wander, it makes itself known to you by straining against your pants. Yes, I can see when you have an erection in class. And I know when you’re alone, it begs, pleads, urges, cries out, insists, compels, coerces you to touch it. And I know the more you touch it, the more you think unclean thoughts. Yes I know you have them about the girls in your class, about your mother’s friends. I know that there have been times you have even had them about me—is that not so? It is, isn’t it?”

“Sister, you’re making me feel so awful.”

“But it’s all true, isn’t it?”

“Oh God yes, it’s all the way you say.”

“And you touch it more and more, and the unclean thoughts happen faster and faster. And you feel less and less like a human being and more and more like one big penis—as if you have a penis instead of a soul. And then when you feel as if your entire mind, body, and soul is nothing more than a penis—that’s when Satan floods your insides with his reward—when Satan takes over and shakes your entire being and you lose control, and you feel yourself spewing unwillingly through your pee-plumbing all for the delight of Satan. So do you still think I can’t know what you feel, what it’s like for you, Frankie?”

“I – I – I – please! Oh!”

“It’s OK for you to cry, Frankie. It really is something to cry about—all that sin. And you have an erection right now, don’t you? I can tell.”

“Sister—you’re embarrassing me so much.”

“You needn’t be embarrassed. It’s not like I just learned today that you have erections and that you masturbate compulsively. Your only embarrassment is that until this moment you haven’t fully understood how sinful you become when you do it. So are you ready to take the cure?”

“Yes Sister. Please cure me. Put the fire out for me please.”

“Will you do exactly as I say?”

“Yes Sister.”

“I want you to undress and show me your erection.”

“Sister! No!”

“It’s necessary for your cure Frankie. You can walk out right now with your eyes red from crying and continue to sin every day. Or you can obey my every word and walk out of here clean and pure.”

“Ok, but I don’t feel right about this.”

“You shouldn’t feel right about being a masturbator. Do as I say. Yes. Yes. Very good. Very pretty. And Frankie, why do you think your little penis is standing up straight like that right now at this moment?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s der Teufelszweig—that’s German for Devil’s stick. The devil doesn’t want you to be cured. Now show me how you stroke it Frankie.”

“No Sister. I can’t.”

“Yes you can. If you want to be cured, show me how you do it. Put your hand on it and make it feel so good right here with me watching.”

“I feel so strange …”

“But it’s still hard, isn’t it. Do it Frankie. Yes that’s right. Go ahead. Close your eyes and let the dirty thoughts come to your mind. Imagine how your hard penis will be pierced with pleasure when you finish. Imagine me naked if you like. I’m not offended. Keep going as I take out my rosary. I’m praying for you as you do that disgusting thing. I’m praying for your soul. Keep your hand going as I pray for your soul. Let the devil take his place in your penis as I pray. Oh yes. I can see it happening. Don’t hold back. Let that devil pour his bile out through your penis. Yes yes that’s right yes keep going yes it’s about to happen yes don’t stop yes yes let it flow yes ecstasy’s all over your face yes oh yes you feel the tingle yes there it squirts!”

“Ow! Ow! Ooo! Ouch! Why’d you do that. Damn! Gaa! That really stings. Unh! That rosary is like a whip on my tender flesh. Ow! Stop smacking my penis with it! Ow!”

“No Frankie. This is the cure. Your penis has to learn … there I think that’s enough. You did very well in our first session. Now clean up that mess, get dressed, and come back here Thursday for your second treatment. You’ll be cured before you know it. Yes, together we’ll beat the devil out of that penis of yours.”

THE END