Chapter 2(orphan)
Franklin was blushing crimson as he stood fully dressed in the office of the Mother Superior of the entire orphanage. He was in a lot of trouble.
"You disgusting perverse young man! I will not have perversity in my orphanage!" The Mother Superior bellowed at him in outrage.
Franklin said nothing, standing at attention. He would not move or speak unless told to.
"You are the son of depraved perverts, looks like the seed falls close to the tree! Despite our best efforts to beat the sin out of you you grow up to be like your parents!" The Mother Superior accused horribly.
Franklin's face went purple with shame at this accusation. The words cut him deeper than any knife. Franklin had tears running down his face, silently weeping with shame and repentance. She was right, he was a disgusting sinner!
"Confess your sins right now young man!" The mother superior demanded.
"Yes Mother Superior, I confess the sins of erection and... ejaculation," Franklin answered in crimson shame.
"And what perversions were you thinking in your mind? What caused this filth to happen?" The Mother Superior demanded.
Franklin thought and admitted that he hadn't been thinking of anything perverse.
"I will not have lies young man! Confess!" She barked at him.
"I was contemplating the pain of the cold on my testicles, Mother Superior, and I got a sinful swelling. I willed it to go down but it wouldn't go down. The Sister chastised me with canes to the penis, I thought only the desire for it to go down and thought of the shame I felt. The touch of the cane to my penis caused the ejaculation. I repent." Franklin explained with brightly blushing cheeks.
The Mother Superior paused, and a dark look filled her face.
"Do you swear on the Emperor that this is the truth?"
"I swear on the Emperor this is the truth," Franklin vowed.
"Very well. For your sins you will spend the night repenting in the scourging rack without sleep. In the morning you will be forgiven of these sins. Do NOT sin again young man!" The Mother Superior commanded sternly.
***...
Franklin was feeling very tired the next day as he ate his morning meal with measured routine spoon motions. The events of last night had upset him greatly.
The night in the scourging rack had been extremely tranquil and calming, and had done much to calm him down and put him at ease.
In fact, a night of being flogged nonstop had been quite pleasant. Heavenly even, to be scourged for so long without pause.
A warm glow of agony throbbed through his back even now, filling him with a wonderful feeling of peace. Today he would experience even more pain, as his fatigue and throbbing back would add to his usual pain. The thought gave him thrills of anticipation.
Thinking about how painful today would be, Franklin felt a horribly familiar pleasant feeling in his penis...
A sinking feeling filled him and he discovered that he had another erection!
***...
Sister Mary Cortez of the Orphanage of Strict Chastisement felt deep pity and concern for poor little Franklin, as he was made to sleep outside in the freezing rain as a punishment. He was trying so hard to be a good boy.
Sister Mary was a lower ranking nun here and had been working here at the Orphanage of Strict Chastisement for over 20 years, and had raised so many children into fine young servants of the Emperor. In her years she had seen children develop Franklin's problems before.
Despite what they told the children, it actually wasn't all that uncommon for some of the boys to get erections and ejaculate over the nuns during a caning. These boys Franklin's age were entering puberty, and with puberty came new problems that these boys had never had to deal with before.
These boys only knew punishment, and the only females they had around them were the nuns who constantly disciplined them. It was inevitable that with the onset of puberty some of them got sexually confused, and responded this way to the nuns. Franklin certainly wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last.
In time these boys would be trained to be completely celibate, but that is not something that they would master immediately.
Sister Mary had helped raise Franklin from since he was barely a few weeks old. She had bottle fed him as a baby and had helped teach him how to talk and walk. Despite her strictness she was very fond of these children. In her own stern way she loved them.
Franklin had never been a difficult child. He was totally obedient and humble, perfectly disciplined (until now), and perfectly devout in his prayers and penitence. He responded perfectly to the whip, was intelligent, and even wanted to work for the Inquisition when he grew up! Really a promising boy in all regards.
Sister Mary moved on from the window, and continued to patrol the halls of the orphanage, ready to punish any child not in bed. The children were not allowed to play, they lost this privilege when they were born to heretics.
These children were shown a great mercy having their lives spared and sent to this orphanage. Most children of heretics were burned alive with their parents, only the youngest and most innocent babies were spared, they had to have no taint to be shown mercy like this.
In return for their lives these children were to daily earn their salvation with punishment and service. They did not get to play, did not get to have fun, did not get to be silly. Every moment of their lives belonged to the Emperor, any time spent enjoying themselves was time stolen from the holy Emperor!
Sister Mary held her cane at the ready, and checked every single room for wayward children, poised to administer an instant beating. Her footsteps echoed through the dimly lit silent orphanage, drowned out slightly by the terrible howling rain outside.
Sister Mary shivered, it was getting really cold even inside with this terrible rain. It must be near freezing outside right now!
The thought of this worried her, and she went to a window to again peer out to check on poor little Franklin. She could just make him out curled up naked in the middle of the courtyard. A glaring floodlight shone on the spot he was ordered to sleep in, lest he try to sneak off to find shelter, but the rain was so heavy that she could only just see him.
Sister Mary frowned, he might die of hypothermia out there in this! He was to be punished, not killed!
Sister Mary hesitated for a moment and then made a judgment call, he couldn't stay out in this or he would die!
Sister Mary rushed down the hallway to the umbrella stand, and got a big black umbrella for herself. She unfolded it and moved to the main door to the courtyard, straining to push it open against the screaming wind.
The wind caught her umbrella instantly as soon as she stepped outside, and ripped it from her hands to fly off into the darkness! Sister Mary braced against the pelting rain and wind, utterly freezing after only a second!
Fear for Franklin's safety gripped her and she forced her way out through the wind that was trying to knock her over. The cold of the rain was just incredible!
She was panicking now and raced to reach Franklin. He was purple with cold and shivering weakly, looking barely alive.
"Franklin get up and come with me!" Sister Mary shouted at him urgently.
Franklin barely moved, moaning deliriously. Sister Mary felt her panic rising and physically wrapped her arms around the child and dragged him as best as she could towards the doorway inside.
She was soaked through and cold to the bone by the time she dragged him inside and closed the door. She sat on the floor gasping, back against the door, shivering violently. It was absolutely horrible out there!
As soon as she was strong enough she raced off to inform Mother Superior and the other nuns that Franklin required immediate medical attention. The nuns then quickly carried the half-dead child to the infirmary to stabilise him and bring him back to safety.
***...
Hours later the nuns stood around his infirmary bed, they had almost lost Franklin. The boy's body temperature had dropped dangerously low, and if Sister Mary hadn't rescued him when she did he would have died!
"Let this be a lesson to him not to do this again," Mother Superior said softly.
Sister Mary nodded but asked, "what if he can't help it? This wouldn't be the first boy who can't control it."
Mother Superior frowned and paused, before saying, "I certainly don't want little Franklin dead, but given the nature of his parents we must be especially vigilant. His salvation depends on us raising him right."
Sister Mary and the other nuns all murmured in agreement of this profound truth, his very soul depended on them being so hard on him. They dearly wanted him to enter the afterlife and finally know eternal peace, it's why they were so merciless, to save his soul!
"I fear that his mother is the cause of his problems," another nun named Sister Martha admitted.
"We can't think like that! We got him as a newborn, we raised him right!" Sister Mary insisted crossly, fear for his soul making her so upset.
"We can't assume anything. We have to increase his discipline just in case, prune out any corruption he may have inherited," Mother Superior insisted sagely.
The other nuns nodded unhappily. For the sake of his soul they needed to be very cruel with him.
The poor little thing.
***...
