Tale of a Naughty Nun

Chapter 1

Two weeks ago the first class had finished. The boys, eighteen year olds, had giggled and asked awkward questions, as expected. Though on the whole Sister Chastity thought the hour went well.

"Young man, I want a word with you," Sister Chastity announced. She tried to put a harsh determined tone into her voice, though a soft country lilt masked the attempt.

Fred stood at her desk waiting patiently after the others had left. He was worried he might be in trouble, by going too far this time. He had a rebellious streak, and tried to behave in Sister Chastity's class. Everyone liked her as she was easy going and fair, unlike the others.

They all asked questions, and she was obviously way out of her depth, only able to mumble a generalised reply. She wasn't a member of the teaching staff, therefore only assigned this class because she was the acting matron.

Her duties involved organizing the laundry, tending to cuts and bruises, as well as comforting those missing their mothers. Everyone liked her, and some adored her as a surrogate mother. Some of the boys had a crush on her. She probably had a good figure under the black bat cape; as they called it.

"That picture being passed around, show me," she demanded.

There was only a few weeks to end of term, when they would be free of school. He didn't want to spend the time in detention, instead of having fun with his friends. There was no way around it, he had to hand it over. There was also something naughty and compelling about showing her.

"This is rude. Why did you pass it around Fred?" she asked, again trying to sound cross.

It was just like Sister Chastity, to give him a chance to explain, rather than just issuing a punishment.

"I, err, well you see. The diagrams are confusing miss, I mean sister. This is just clearer that's all," he said.

"So why did it have to be passed around furtively?" she asked, trying to catch him out.

He had to think quickly now. "Well, I thought maybe you might be embarrassed, Sister Chastity," he said. He was putting on his angelic face, with the most innocent tone he could manage.

"Oh? Do you think this is appropriate in class?" She asked.

Inside he whooped, for she seemed to be buying it.

"We have been discussing s****l organs, Sister, and this is an accurate picture, don't you think?" he asked. His eyes blinked rapidly, wondering if he had typically gone too far.

"Well, I suppose so. I'm not sure this is entirely appropriate. What did the other boys think?" she asked.

Fred almost smiled, but managed to keep an earnest expression on his face. "They thought it easier to understand Sister. It's clearer than those diagrams, and more real," he suggested, trying to push her into letting him off.

"Well, perhaps. Do you have any more of these things?" she asked.

"Yes Sister," he blurted out. Damn, she had caught him out!

"Well, in that case, bring them to me, and I'll consider whether to use them in the next class," she told him.

Phew! He had gotten away with it. She obviously wouldn't use them, she was being nice about confiscating them. Wait till he told the others he had gotten away with something, yet again.

***

The guys looked spooked, when Sister Chastity asked Fred to give out the pictures, cut from a magazine. Most of them had red faces as the pictures were passed from one to another.

Fred had seen her with them, thinking she was about to ask if any of the others had such bad pictures concealed in their rooms. Instead she asked him to dish them out to the class. He shrugged his shoulders to the enquiring looks.

"Fred has pointed out that the diagrams, and flowery examples of the process, were confusing. You will not show these to the younger boys in school, is that clear?" she asked.

"No Sister," was the unanimous reply.

"Good! Well. We can go over last week's subject matter using these examples. As you can see, the pictures display female genitals," she began.

"Sorry to interrupt Sister Chastity. Do we have to go over old ground? Could you instead explain what all the bits are?" Fred asked.

The rest of the class hushed their murmuring, awaiting an expected explosion.

"Well, err, I'm not sure I can," she mumbled.

The reverend Mother had told her the import thing was to keep control of the class, as everything else, the subject itself, wasn't important. This opportunity to teach left her feeling it was her duty to make it work. Her lack of knowledge had now been revealed.

"If you are so clever Fred, perhaps you could explain it to the class," she said. It was a phrase she heard teachers use to put students in their place, though it didn't work for her.

"OK. I think I know some of it," he smiled at her.

Sister Chastity was wondering if she would learn something herself. The class seemed attentive, for which she was grateful. He came to a halt after a brief and sketchy explanation. She wasn't so sure he knew what he was talking about.

"Are you sure, Fred?" Sister Chastity asked.

"Well, I think so," he thoughtfully replied. "Does that happen to you?" he asked, and immediately regretted the rude question.

He had been going so well, sounding confident, as though he had some experience. The guys had bought it, confirming his bragging about a cousin. He had recounted an experience during the summer break, which in truth was nothing more than a quick fumble.

Why the hell did he have to ask her that? She looked so embarrassed, she was likely to stop the whole lesson.

"I really can't say. I'm afraid I've lived here all my life and never, err, experienced anything like that," she said, while squirming self-consciously.

Her embarrassment was more from having to admit a lack of knowledge, rather than what was a very personal question. The boys were all looking at her, with sympathetic looks. It was reassuring, though perhaps it shouldn't have been.

"Are you sure a male actually does that to a female?" she asked, from curiosity and surprise.

"Oh yes! It's very necessary, otherwise the err, v****a won't be ready," he explained. He tried to sound confident, though his school tie seemed to be strangling him. it was tightening around his throat, making it difficult to speak.

"You said, it has to be rubbed, to grow large enough. Is that what has happened in some of those pictures?" she asked.

The whole class hung on her question, staring at Fred, wondering how he was going to answer. For the last ten minutes they had been sitting their dumbfounded. How in hell had he got away with such rude statements. They wondered why Sister Chastity hadn't put a stop to it.

"I think so," he said, having never thought about it before. "When the c******s, that little bump, is rubbed the, err, v****a gets bigger," he repeated the earlier explanation.

"Why though? Surely it has been correctly designed to take the male parts," Sister Chastity asked. She wore the familiar frown of consternation, that often replaced the pleasant happy smile everyone loved.

She had left out that God would have designed everything to fit properly. It didn't seem right to mention HIM at that moment. Her curiosity was getting the better of her, overruling a better judgement.

"It's usually too small, to err fit," he said, unsure why, though it seemed a vital point. Especially when he had been rubbing June, his cousin. She hadn't explained anything, though her reaction had been a marvel to behold. Certainly more interesting than the 'marvels to behold', recounted in bible classes.

"The ones I have seen have been small enough to fit. Aren't they all the same size?" she asked.

The boys glanced at each other, sharing smirks.

"No Sister Chastity, I guess that's the reason why. Oh! I guess maybe something else has to be considered," he said, and flushed for the second time.

"That is?" she asked.

"Well. Err, to work properly, err, they have to be, erect. They grow bigger and harder, so as to go inside," Fred quietly said.

"Are you making this up as you go along, Fred," she crossly asked.

"No Sister, honest," he earnestly replied, looking at his friends for backup. They slowly nodded their heads, in confirmation.

"No Sister, honest," he earnestly replied, looking at his friends for backup. They slowly nodded their heads, in confirmation.

"It all sounds so complicated. The last lesson didn't explain any of this properly. I'm grateful to you Fred. So, the female v****a grows larger from stimulation of the c******s. How does the male p***s grow larger?" she asked.

Fred couldn't look at Sister Chastity. "By touching it. Differently to the female," he quietly stated.

All the guys were looking from him to Sister Chastity, wondering what she was going to say next. They all knew the answer to this one. They just hoped Russell didn't pipe up with a rude answer. He was the champion flogger for their year; even breaking a long standing record.

In answer to Sister Chastity's quizzical look he tried to explain. "When the female touches it and strokes it, it grows larger," he clearly stated. He looked across to Russell with a grimace, warning him not to interrupt.

Russell couldn't help it. "Sister Chastity, I can do it too. I'm a champion, for keeping it up for over two hours," he beamed out with pride.

The class groaned in agony. Would this spoil the atmosphere, to bring this outrageous class to an end? Sister Chastity was the only one who would tolerate such a discussion. The others would have called it evil and send them to Father Black for confession.

"I'm not sure how that works, but well done, William," she smiled back at him.

"I can show you if you like, Sister Chastity," he said.

The class thought she was being subtly sarcastic. Everyone made allowances for Russell, though this was too outrageous. Everyone held their breath, waiting for an explosion of anger.

Trust Russell to spoil everything, by bringing Sister Chastity back to normality. Fred had carried it off, as only he could, so far. Even he couldn't talk his way out of this.

"We have another half hour to go, so a short demonstration would suffice," Sister Chastity smiled.

The explosion of air would have knocked a bishop’s hat off. Everyone looked at each other with shocked looks, brightening their faces. Dare they let him? Sister Chastity had seen them in the showers, but here in the classroom? No one was willing to stand up to protect Sister Chastity.

Hell! If this got out they would all be expelled. Fred knew how gullible Sister Chastity could be, but this was pushing it too far. Before he could think of anything to stop it, Russell eagerly skipped to the front of the class, right in front of Sister Chastity's desk.

He got out his already erect c**k, stimulated from the discussion, the lewd pictures, and his furtive fiddling under the desk.

"My! That is big, William. It's swollen and red, does it hurt?" she asked, sounding concerned.

Now she did not know how longer she could keep up the ruse.