Chapter Three
Jude howled in pain as the cane made contact with her bare bottom. Tears cascaded down her face as she writhed on the edge of the desk, struggling for breath. She felt Timothy's hand pressing down on her back as he lifted the cane. Moments later, the second blow came. She cried out, then drew in a sharp, desperate breath and wailed out "Timothy! Please don't do this-" She was interrupted by the third whack of the cane. She screamed as she felt a drop of blood make its way down her leg.
Mary laughed maniacally, clapping her hands like a child. She knelt down to look Judy in the face. "How does that feel Judy? Huh?" She leaned in closer, biting her lip teasingly. "How do his spankings feel? Enjoy them, because he'll never touch your bare ass again." She resumed her laughter as she stood and backed away to continue her observance.
Timothy had never had a stronger urge to vomit. The last time his stomach had churned this way was the night of his violation. He fought back tears as his cane made contact with the sobbing woman for the fourth time. "Sister, I believe Jude has had enough," he said hopefully, but with a sense of demand in his voice.
"You will stop when I tell you to." The nun sat on the edge of her desk, staring gleefully at Jude's tear-soaked face.
He let out a soft, choked back sob as he hit her again.
"Harder," demanded Mary.
He hit her again.
"Harder! I wanna see blood!"
He hit her one last time, and the blow broke her skin. Jude's face had become a deep red, and her body had gone limp.
Mary laughed and applauded. "Well done, Timothy! I didn't know you had it in you!" She slid off the desk to stand. "Get up, Jude. Quit your crying."
Shakily, Jude slid back to place her feet on the floor. She stood upon weak legs, wincing as she moved. After wiping away her tears, she looked the Monsignor in the eyes. "Timothy," she whimpered. "I want you to tell me what Sister Mary was talking about. The thing she suggested you tell me."
"Jude, I cannot speak of it, and I will not." He turned toward the door, but was stopped by Jude's hand on his shoulder.
"Timothy, if you are truly my friend, you will be honest with me. Tell me."
Mary snickered, a false sympathetic look on her face. "Oh, Monsignor. Guess I sort of set you up, didn't I? Go ahead, tell poor Judy what you did. Well – what we did."
He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. When he at last made eye contact with Jude, he could tell from the tears in her eyes that she had already put the pieces together. "Jude, I'm sorry,"
"No, Timothy." She stepped closer to him, taking his chin between her finger and thumb. "Tell me what it is you're sorry for. I wanna hear you say it."
"I lost my virtue. Sister Mary seduced me."
Jude let go of his chin and closed her eyes as she began to cry. "That's all I needed to hear." Before another word could be said, she had turned and fled from the room.