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You can't imagine the painful memories that were being brought back to the surface as I sat in the rectory waiting for Sister Aimee. It's probably the reason I rebelled as an adult, having spent my adolescent years in a strict household and years of Catholic School torture. Now I was back, having received a letter requesting this meeting.

Sister Aimee was one of my teachers during the last three years of my Catholic School experience. I remember her because she was new to the Church when I was a student and, probably because she felt she had something to prove, she was unusally strict. I recall her being only a few years older than the high school students she was responsible for, perhaps 23 or 24, which probably added to her need to be tough on us. And we're not talking about rulers on the knuckles. She would often keep us after school and have us strip to the waist, administering paddlings on our behinds until we could not sit down for days.

I had no idea why she had written me, asking that I come meet with her, but a part of me felt obligated to do so, while another part of me secretly desired to tell her all the things I had bottled up inside, even though I knew I would probably never do so.

I heard the door open behind me and in walked a beautiful woman dressed in street clothes. At first I did not recognized this woman, but the face was the same as it had been 10 years ago. I forgot that Nuns did not wear habits at all times anymore and, even more so, had forgotten how pretty a woman Sister Aimee was. As thoughts that should never be thought entered my head, she extended her hand to welcome me.

"Thank you for answering my letter and agreeing to meet with me John," she said. "I wasn't sure you would, but I'm glad you did."

"Of course, Sister," I answered, paying her the respect she deserved despite my feelings of hatred towards her. "Why did you want to meet with me?"

She sat in the chair next to me and placed her hand on mine. Again, I found my mind filling with thoughts that would surely send me to an eternity in Hell, but they were interrupted when she spoke.

"I know I was hard on you and your fellow classmates when you were a student here, John. It has weighed heavily on my soul for all these years and I wanted to make amends."

"It's been a long time Sister. It's water under the bridge. You know... turn the other cheek and all that good stuff," I joked.

"You're sweet, John. If only it were that simple. But I feel I must make things right with you it they are to be right with our maker."

"OK," I said. "So what did you have in mind?"

"I plan on making things right with all of your friends, but wanted to start with you, as I treated you the harshest. And, while it may seem unusual to you, the Bible says an eye for an eye. So..."

"What? You want me to strip you to the waist and paddle you?" I said half kidding.

"Exactly. See, I knew I was right to start with you."

With that, she stood from her chair and began to unbuckle the belt to her slacks. I quickly stood up and urged her to stop.

"This is ridiculous," I said. As much as I wanted to pay her back for her years of torment, I knew this was not right.

"Please John," she urged. "I need you to do this for me if I am ever to take my rightful place with our Lord."

I stood frozen as she finished unbuckling her belt, and unzipping her pants until they fell to the floor. Then she stepped out from them, and walked to the corner of the room, picking up the all-to-familiar paddle from the corner. She handed it to me, the turned and leand across the desk.

For a quick moment, I wanted to do it. For another, I wanted to drop the paddle and run. And for another, I wanted to drop my pants and fuck her right there.

"Do it," she said, pushing her behind up towards me.

Instinctively, I reared back and struck her ass with the paddle.

"Yes," she cried out. "Again."

I paddled her again, then again, and yet again, before stopping. I found myself becoming aroused and knew I had to stop.

"Why are you stopping?" she asked. Then turning around, she saw the bulge in my pants. "Oh, I see," she exclaimed. "This is perfect. How foolish I am to think that a few strokes of a paddle can equate to years of abuse. To make things right, I must allow you to defile me as I did you and your friends."

I stood in silence, my feet frozen in place, as she removed her blouse, bra and panties, standing before me just as she had entered the world.

"Now I know I have no right to ask this of you," she said. "But, try to go easy, as I have never done this before."

Was this for real? Sister Aimee was asking me to take her virginity? And, as much as I knew this was wrong, I could not deny the feelings in my pants.

I quickly undressed and when Sister Aimee saw my erect cock I could tell she had second thoughts. But now my own urges were taking over and I knew there was no stopping this.

I laid her down on the floor and positioned myself on top of her. Placing the head of my cock against her virgin pussy, I slowly pushed it in. To say she was tight would be an understatement. It took a while to penetrate her, but soon I felt the head of my cock against the fleshy membrane of her hymen.

"Here's for years of fucking abuse," I yelled out as I gave one final thrust, tearing away all that was pure in her. I felt the warm rush of blood surround my cock, lubricating the way for me to fuck her like a cheap slut.

She lay silently beneath me as I thrust back and forth until I felt my orgasm approaching. I began to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me back in.

"Cum inside me John. Punish me for how I treated you."

That pushed me over the edge and I felt my balls erupt, shooting a lava flow of jism inside her cunt. I lay there on top of her, my cock gorwing soft inside her, for a few miuntes. Then I pulled out, and stood up.

Sister Aimee lay on the floor, her legs still spread, and I could see the mixture of blood and sperm oozing from her pussy. I found the site very arousing and my cock began to grow hard again.

"My, my," she said. "It appears you aren't through punishing me John."

I walked over to wear she lay, and extended a hand to help raise her from the floor. Then I told her to lean over the desk, just as she had when I was paddling her. I stood behind her, and began to fuck her standing up. This time, she was more involved, pushing her ass back to match my thrusts. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pounded her hard and fast.

"Yes, John. Fuck me like the whore that I am," she cried out. "Show me the error of my ways."

I can't recall how many times I fucked Sister Aimee that day, but every load was spent inside her pussy. And as much as I enjoyed the opportunity for vengence, I take greater pleasure from knowing that the resulting pregancy created a huge scandal in her church, from which she was ultimately expelled.