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Sisters Ng: The Virgin Mary Maguire by Deidre Ng


Father McMartin looked up from his desk as the student was ushered into his
office. His heart jumped a little as he recognised her. The door swung shut
behind her, leaving them alone.

The uniform should have made her demure, asexual. Instead it emphasised her
smooth skin that showed between the high white socks and the plaid skirt that
hovered at mid-thigh, her full chest stretching the starched white shirt that
had one too many buttons unbuttoned.

"A little early for the principal's office, isn't it Miss McGuire?"

She didn't reply. She walked slowly over to the overstuffed leather chair
that was placed squarely in front of Father McMartin's desk. She sat primly,
spreading the pleats of her skirt before sitting down on the edge of the
chair. Her hands were folded in her lap and she looked straight forward,
cooly and expectantly holding the principal's stare.

"Mr. Gianelli has already informed me of what happened. Delivering a science
report on the female reproductive system should not be considered an
opportunity for show and tell."

Her demure pose defalated. She looked at the ceiling and slowly let out her
breath, blowing a lock of auburn hair away from her face. She let herself
settle backwards, the leather creaking. With deliberate speed, she lifted her
legs and planted her shoes against the edge of the Father's desk. The
carefully spread pleats slipped down her thighs. The white skin led to plain
white cotton panties.

She stared at the ceiling, seeming to ignore him. Her legs rested against
the arms of the chair. Her hand slipped between her legs, stroking the panel
of white cloth that covered her pussy. Under the pressure of her finger, the
cloth slid into her crevice, darkening slightly as it absorbed her moisture.
No hair at all showed around the edges of her swelling lips.

Her finger pushed the cotton into her vagina, and her hips jerked a little
as the taut cloth rubbed against her clitoris. Her breath caught for a moment
as her finger worked inside her, then was released as she withdrew from her
exploration and returned to stroking the cloth above her clit.

As for Father McMartin, he could not tear himself away from the spectacle
being played out in front of him. He sat woodenly, the pulse quick at his
temple.

She was near to climaxing. Her finger darted in and out, moving to the
rhythm of her short gasps of air. Her back arched as the tension built in her
body. Suddenly she took a great gasp of air and sat straight up.

"Why do you call them lay teachers if you're not supposed to lay them? Not
that I would've, of course. I am a virgin and have no intention of changing."
Her finger was pointed directly at Father McMartin, whose vision of the hot
space between her thighs had been replaced by a view of her heaving breasts
as she leaned forward.

"Miss McGuire, you're behavior is reprehensible. Your punishment will be
correspondingly severe. I believe corporal punishment is called for."

She let her jaw drop as she widened her eyes. "You don't mean…" But before
she finished the sentence she jumped up out of the chair, twirled around and
bent over at the waist. 

Hands at her hips, she flipped the skirt over her buttocks. The fabric of
her panties had collected in her crack, revealing the smooth white skin of
her ass. Nevertheless, she peeled the white briefs away until her ass was
naked, and the panties stretched between her thighs. Her hands slid along her
legs, emphasising their smoothness, pushing the white socks off her calves,
until she had pushed them down to her ankles. She looked up from between her
legs.

"You don't mean a spanking, do you? Oh, Father, I don't know if I could take
such punishment!"

"I mean a paddling that will make you think twice before trying such
impertinence again." He stood up and came around the desk, carrying a wooden
paddle. The wood was as smooth as her skin, but where her skin was tender and
soft the wood was hard and unyielding. 

He looked over her, her accepting posture, the graceful curve of the ass
cheeks, the puffy exquisitely sensitive lips of flesh that still swelled
between her legs. A well aimed paddle might impart a sting to them at the
same time as it brightened the skin of her ass. 

He laid the paddle against her flesh, holding it with two hands. He let it
drift slightly against her skin, brushing her cheeks, whispering across her
exposed lips. She whimpered. Yes, a good strong smack might strike with such
force as to spread her cheeks apart under the force of the blow, letting the
very pucker of her hole feel the sting of the hard wood. He pulled the paddle
back to strike the blow.

"Please, Father, surely there is some other way!" Perhaps there was a note
of true desperation in her voice. "I can be a good girl, I know it. I just
need someone to show me the way. Please, Father, lead me in saying the
Rosary, as only you can."

His arms trembled as some internal struggle was fought within Father
McMartin. In the end, the tension dissolved from his stance and he put the
paddle aside. From the surface of his desk, he picked up a heavy string of
black, smooth stones, all of a similar size until the last before the
crucifix, which was twice the size of the others.

He held the string of stones over her ass and let them drop slowly until
they touched her skin. The dark stones were a stark contrast to her white
skin. As he lowered them, they followed the valley between her ass cheeks.
She gave a little gasp as the cool stones touched her. Finally he laid the
crucifix on her tail bone as the first stone on the string hung free just
next to the pink crinkle of her hole.

He was sweating now, looking down at her. His hand crept along the string
until his fingers came to the end, the stone dangled just outside her dark
entrance. He took it and pressed it softly against her anus. She moaned
softly in response. Increasing the pressure, he began.

"Repeat after me…"


Sister Angela Della Croce sat at her desk, just outside Father McMartin's
office. It never ceased to amaze her. She had expected the biggest
troublemaker in the school would for certain have received a paddling this
time.

She thought how she could hear the muffled whump of the paddle as it
connected with the backside of some unfortunate, but undoubtedly desrving,
schoolgirl. Some of them shrieked, some of them took their punishment
silently, but always she could hear the impact. 

It was almost as if she could feel it herself, as if the tremor was
travelling down the legs of the girl and through the floor and up the legs of
her chair until it connected with her a fraction of a second after it had
with the intended victim. She would give a little start, jumping a little in
her seat, feeling a warmth spreading where she sat.

Depending on the number of blows delivered, the feeling could spread quite
far. It became quite uncomfortable to sit there, outside the office door,
waiting for the paddle to fall again. She knew how many to expect for most
infractions of the rules, as did the girls that broke them. Somehow the last
one always took longer to fall. That was hardest, waiting, the warm tingling
mingling with an electric pulse that throbbed so close by, waiting for the
last blow and the little spark that flew from the tingling of her ass to the
electric pulse that throbbed between her legs held tight together, as she
held her breath waiting, the flush creeping upwards inside her.

She would look quickly at the girl's face as she shuffled out, moving
delicately to keep her skirt from brushing against her ass. Some were
sniffling, tears streaking their cheeks. Some were grim, mouths set. But all
were flushed and red, from bending over perhaps. It matched the color that
had risen in her own cheeks.

She would excuse herself as soon as possible. In the antiseptic stalls of
the toilet, she would try to relieve the uncomfortable pulse that being
forced to listen to the paddling had brought on.

But this one, that deserved it more than the rest, somehow always cheated
the paddle of its satisfaction, and thereby, Sister Angela of hers. Instead
of the meaty smack of the paddle, all she ever heard was the girl saying the
rosary in a slow, heartfelt way. She didn't know what to make of it.


The stones slid from her ass as she sighed.

"Oh, Father, maybe next time I'll let you paddle me, really."

She straightened and pushed the hair away from her face. Reaching under her
skirt, she pulled her panties completely off.

"Now for your reward for being such a good disciplinarian. We'll find out in
a minute if you're a firm disciplinarian, too."

She stretched the panties and fit them over Father McMartin's head. The thin
strip that had been pushed into her pussy was pressed against his nose. He
cupped his hands over his face and inhaled deeply.

She undid his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his pants.

"Now, now, that's cheating. You know hands go behind you." She quickly
turned him around and tied his hands behind his back with the belt.

She sat back down in the leather chair and he kneeled in front of her.
Hooking her legs over the arms, she slid forward until her exposed pussy was
at the edge of the seat. Father McMartin leaned forward, his tongue pressing
against the white cotton.

"Dear girl, before we start, please tell me how it is that your sex is so
beautifully and completely hairless. Nothing has aroused me so much or
brought me to such degradation since you first visited my office. Your lips,
so full, so lush, fouled by not even a single hair that would betray your
bountiful womanhood."

"Well, Father, let me give you a choice. 

The first version is that when I first began to sprout hair I was fascinated
by how it felt. It was kinky and curly and spread into a thick vee and flowed
around the sides of my pussy. I would pat it and run my fingers through it
and keep it out of my pussy. But from touching my hair, I went to touching
myself, and my fingers slid into the delicate slit of my flesh and I
discovered the pleasure of self abuse. 

To atone for this sinful pastime I would pull out one of my hairs each time
I had aroused myself to orgasm, since it was the hair that had led me down
that path. Too quickly, my mound was denuded of cover since I could not stop
stoking the fires of damnation that burned between my legs. Even now, I
examine the soft skin around my pussy several times a day, plucking out any
hair that I feel, though in the way of examining myself I perpetuate the
terrible act also.

The other possibility is that when I use Nair to strip the hair off my legs
I make sure to lather up my pussy at the same time. While I wait for the
proper time before wiping the foam away my fingers stroke my clit, stretching
the tension, teasing until I can't wait any more. Then I wipe the foam away
and hold a mirror between my legs to make sure everything is gone, and as I'm
holding the mirror I stroke my pussy again until I climax, watching myself in
the mirror, watching the spasms squeeze the juice out of my cunt.

You can believe either one you want. Only one of them is true. The other I
just made up right now. But whichever is true, you can see by close
inspection that I am perfectly and completely hairless."

He looked closely at her pussy, his eyes framed by the leg holes of her
panties.


Sister Angela was beginning to worry. The girl had been longer in Father
McMartin's office that anyone ever before. He had a meeting soon. She hoped
he hadn't forgotten.


Father McMartin had slid to the floor, and his wrists were now lashed to the
legs of the chair by his sholaces. The panties were now a gag in his mouth.
His pants were around his knees.

Mary McGuire straddled him, her skirt covering his head, her pussy a
tantalising inch from his face. With one hand she stroked his stiff cock,
just letting her fingertips drift up and down the length of it.

"Of course, I have to protect my virginity from things like this, it won't
be going anywhere near my pussy. And it's got such horrid hairs on it, I
couldn't think of putting it in my mouth. But it doesn't feel so bad to hold
in my hand, don't you think?"

She wrapped her hand around its girth and pulled lightly up and down. Father
McMartin trembled and groaned past the gag. She talked as she stroked him.

"It's not so hairy near the top. Maybe this time I could bring myself to
lick the head of it, or slip it briefly into my mouth. I wonder what the come
tastes like, the moment it spurts so thick and white from inside you. Maybe
I'll find out today." She bent close and breathed soft and warm onto the head
of his cock.

The buzzer erupted on Father McMartin's desk.

"Father? Miss McGuire's father is here for her. It seems she's acommpanying
him to work for a Bring Your Daughter To Work Day. And you have those members
of the Board in five minutes."

Mary turned around, looking at Father McMartin with a smile and a sparkle in
her eye.

"Sorry, it looks like we can't finish our game today. I can't keep my dad
waiting, he's already late for work as it is. But you're such a dear, you can
keep the panties this time."

With that she got up, dusted off her knees, and slipped around the office
door, closing it behind her.


"Sister Angela, Father McMartin said to tell you that he would be spending
the next few minutes in prayer, so he doesn't want any interruptions. But
when the board members arrive, you can bring them straight in."


"Hi, Dad." She pecked him on the cheek. He gave her a hearty squeeze in
return.

"Hows my little Virgin Mary today? Looking forward to coming to work with
me?

She shivered. "I'm so excited. Wouldn't miss it for the world, Dad. What
with everything you've told me about the absorbing work of a corproate lease
attorney, I don't know how I've stayed away this long."

"Don't worry Sugar Plum, it might seem exciting when you see the office for
the first time, but when you go there every day it becomes routine. Don't let
it get to you, just act like you do at school, and everything will go fine."

"If you say so."


They got to the car. There was huge stack of papers in the passenger seat.

"Gee, Dad, guess I'll have to ride in the back. It'll be like you're the
chauffeur. To work, James!" She giggled and hopped in. "Can we ride with the
top down?"

"Sure, it's a nice enough day." 

He started the car as the top pulled back and stowed itself away. They
pulled out of the parking lot of the school and headed for the highway. As
they pulled into traffic, Mary leaned forward.

"Hey, Dad, can I lie down and get a suntan?"

"Well, you can lie down, but we're going to get there soon enough that I
don't think you'll get much of a tan."

"Okay." She disappeared from his view through the mirror. Soon one bare leg
rose and draped across the top of the back seat. They drove on for a while.

"Hey, Dad? Do you think if a girl exposes her genitals to passing truck
drivers she's endangering her virginity?"

"Honey, I can't hear you what with the wind and all. You'll have to hold the
questions until we get to the office. Damn traffic! We're surrounded by
trucks!"


At the office, Mary was introduced to the other attorneys who worked with
her father. Other girls were there with a parent also, but Mary stuck close
to her dad.

"Can I help you with your work, Dad?"

"Sure, Pumpkin. See that stack of papers we brought to work? Those are the
terms of a sale and leaseback agreement. They have to be taken to the office
of my boss, the senior partner. Do you remember who that is?"

"Is he the guy that just smiled when I accidently spilled some coffee on his
pants and wiped it off for him, and said I looked 'fetching' in my school
uniform?"

"Yeah, that's him. Try not to get me in any trouble with him. Just delive
these papers to his office. Tell him that I've reviewed them and that
everything looks fine to me, except the interest rate spread is an eighth of
a point wider than is usual. Can you remember that?" She staggered out the
door of his office, holding the papers in both arms. As she weaved down the
hall, he called out after her. "Don't forget, ask if the spread is too wide!"


She opened the door with her foot. When the senior partner saw who it was
behind the pile of paper, he got up from behind his desk.

"Here, let me help you with that." Together they put the stack down in the
In basket on his desk.

"So your father sent you with these, eh. Probably violating the Child Labor
Act, but I won't tell." He sat back down in his heavy leather chair and let
his eyes wander up and down over her body. 

"Would you like to stay and see how things get done in my office?"

"Uh, sure! Besides, there's one thing my Dad asked you to look at."

"What is that?"

She came around the big desk until she was facing him. She sat on the
blotter in the center of the desk and stretched her legs out to each side.
With one arm behind her for support, she reached between her legs with the
other and opened her pussy lips.

"My Dad asked if you liked the spread as wide as it is?"

His hands trembled as he stared wordlessly, his jaw working up and down. A
definite bulge rose in his pants where she had spilled the coffee on him
earlier. Suddenly he sprang up and stepped quickly to the door. He closed it
and then slumped against it. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his head.

"My dear, that is the most tantalising, breathtaking sight I've seen in many
a year. I'd long ago given up hope of ever seeing in person such smooth young
flesh again. But your father is always going on about his daughter, the
Virgin Mary. I can't believe you're the same person."

"Oh, I am, and I am a virgin and intend to stay one. But don't confuse
virginity and chastity. I don't think I've had a chaste day of my life since
I got out of diapers. Now come back over here and sit back down in this big
chair. I've almost had several orgasms today, but somehow the timing has
never worked out. Maybe you should show me what you're hiding in your pants
right now."

He unzipped his pants and brought out his penis. It was large and covered
with grey hairs. She spread her legs again and began stroking her clit as he
sat down in the chair, watching her, holding his cock in one hand.

"I'm afraid I'll come quite a bit before you, my dear. My friend here hardly
gets to half mast anymore before he starts coming."

"Really? Soft and coming, that's a combination I haven't seen yet. Give me
your handkerchief." She hopped off the desk and took it from him.

"We don't want any more drips on the pants, now do we? You're saying that if
I swirled the smooth end of your cock around in my mouth with my hot little
tongue teasing the dickens out of it, that the dickens will start flowing out
of it before it ever gets hard?" She gave a little pull as she bent over his
lap.

"Y-Yes, most probably. Just the thought of your hot little tongue teasing my
dickens almost makes it come right now." Holding the base of his semi-erect
cock in the handkerchief, she opened her mouth to take him in.

"Mary? Are you in there?" Her father's voice carried through the door at the
same time as the handle began to turn.

"Hi, Dad." As her father entered the room he saw his daughter standing with
her hands behind her back, directly in front of the senior partner, who had
apparently just risen from his chair.

"Hi, pumpkin. You were a little long on your errand so I decided to come
look for you. Is everything OK?"

"Oh, great. I gave the papers to your boss. He's really nice." Her hands
worked furiously behind her. "He was showing me some of his own work, highly
confidential."

All the senior partner could do was smile weakly and wiggle his eyebrows.

"Sir? And how was the spread? Did you get a chance to look at that?"

"The, ah, spread, yes. It was, uh..." He seemed a bit distracted.

"Do you remember how wide it was? I really wanted you to look into that,
tell me if it was to your liking."

"Oh it was fine, splendid, a great spread, gaping wide open smooth, best
spread I've seen in years. I think, oh God, I think I I..." Mary's hand gave
a few firm jerks.

"Sir?"

"Daddy, he was just saying before you walked in what a great job you'd done.
As a matter of fact, he was telling me he thought you deserved a promotion
for it."

"Sir!"

"Oh, he wanted me to keep it a secret, but I have such a hard time keeping
secrets." She looked behind her with a sweet smile. "I'm sure you understand,
don't you? No hard feelings?"

"N-No, of course not."

"You see, Dad, your boss is really a softie. He was just asking me if I
would be his summer intern when you came in."

"Marvelous! Mary, you and I could car-pool with the top down, all summer
long!"

"Yeah, it'll be great fun. Let me finish up here and I'll be back to your
office right away, I promise. My salary demands are a bit sticky and your
wants to make sure he doesn't violate the Child Labor Act."

"OK, see you soon."

The senior partner found his voice again. "Oh, and close the door on your
way out, will you? Thanks."


The door closed softly. Mary and the senior partner both let out a long
breath. She turned and looked at the limp cock nestled in the handkerchief,
the head covered with white come.

"Any regrets?"

"I didn't get to see you come."

"I'll be coming the whole summer, don't worry. I am going to be your summer
intern, after all."

She looked into his eyes and smiled, a virginal smile, but one that was
anything but chaste.


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