Nun Nancy has been just a couple of weeks in the convent. Her choice of turn her life to the Church was surely a bit surprising for her family, but they support she answered the call of God. Life has been good, sisters are genuinely nice and helpful, and Mother Melissa is fair… but strict. And Nancy has quite a few little flaws she’s sure Mother Melissa is going to polish in the future. 1st one she already learned about: being late.

Nancy is too much of a sleepyhead, and she’s (or was), used to get 5-to-10 minutes of delay in all places she goes. Mother Melissa, on the other hand, deeply appreciates punctuality, and is not known to give more than a couple of opportunities before she gets hand in the matter, directly. Nancy minimized the risk, obviously, and just gave poor excuses; Mother Melissa just insisted there were consequences if strike three was reached… And Nancy wasted all her three strikes, even if her fellow sisters warned against it, not explicitly telling her what happened if she didn’t apply herself. She’d soon find out.

After mid-morning mass (and unfortunately for Nancy, before her usual bathroom time), Nancy was called into the Mother Melissa’s office, just the same morning once more she got late to matutine prayers. The rest of her sisters knew what was coming to her, something that scared her a little bit. Much she asked about during breakfast, nobody gave her a word about what Melissa had in store for her. Once Mother Melissa closed and latched her office’s door, Nancy found herself alone, in that spacious room that felt so empty and where Mother Melissa looked HUGE, even being petite than her. Her superior only asked once more the motives of her delays, but Nancy got few, unconvincing words that fell into deaf ears, as, rightfully, Melissa just thought she was careless about her responsibilities; once Melissa recovered her turn to speak, she was brief, but ruthless: in few words she let Nancy know she was very upset about not being listened when she reminded her about the responsibilities associated with her choices. Nancy feared the worst, to be expelled, her legs shacking, but from Melissa’s mouth never escaped a threat of expulsion, yet she informed her she was about to be disciplined. Nancy sighted, innocently feeling “safe,” only to be badly surprised when Melissa informed her, she was going to get a cleansing enema. OMG… Nancy couldn’t believe her ears¡ She didn’t get an enema since she was 14, and never for punishment¡ Before Nancy could protest, or beg, the very least, Melissa once more took charge of the conversation and ordered silence in a way it got branded on fire upon her soul. Nancy swallowed saliva, this time thinking, with knowledge, about the misery she was about to experience, and the first blushes of shame showed upon her beautiful, 23-years-old face. Melissa excused herself to the bathroom of the office, where she spent no more than 3, 4 minutes that seemed years for Nancy, sitting in the chair, waiting for her superior to come back, while she heard with anxiety the water running… and smelled some heavy dose of soap.

Once she did, Nancy was trying hard not to cry seeing that big, easily 750cc bag full of the whitest liquid she has ever seen. Flashes of her morning coffee, and even more flashes of her skipping the bathroom to go talk to Melissa, played before her eyes, waking up once Melissa told her in stern, severe, yet not loud voice to get her pantyhose and pants down, and her skirt up; she was allowed, however, to remove her veil, freeing her head and showing her carefully cared of long, straight long hair. Melissa’s indulgence about her veil took an extra layer of despair for Nancy once this “you’ll probably sweat a lot” message sunk in. Nancy was then told to lean on the table, and she obeyed: didn’t know where to put her hands, her mind focused on her asshole, completely at the mercy of Mother Melissa. Soon, she felt some lube in her anus, at once followed by this big, black, ugly nozzle she saw connected to the bag; she found out that Melissa was not much about lubing, as it had enough to say it was lubed beforehand, not a little bit more. -I’m sorry, Mother…- She apologized before starting, getting some nice caresses from Melissa: she was ‘bout to be harsh, but not heartless. “It’s for your own good” she got to hear before hearing CLICK and getting flooded with sensations as the solution transferred from the bag into her colon. UH, she moaned. Vastly different from his real mother’s¡ It wasn’t particularly hot, nor it was fast, but felt way thicker, denser… and for sure WAY soapier. That would be a hard enema to keep¡ -OH…. Oh, God…- She muttered, her bowels accepting the incoming liquid, but having trouble to get it flowing up into her. That enema felt so, so… Filling. Besides the soap making sure she was eager to expel, Nancy had never felt her butthole so packed up, not even constipated. First tears fell down her cheeks, as she turned to see her punisher: Mother Melissa, with the poker-est face once can put, seemed emotionless, just making sure the entire bag got into her naughty daughter. -M… Mother, please… I’m so full…- Nancy begged, massaging her belly in a futile attempt to relieve her cramps, cramps she accepted she would have to cope with until she was allowed into the bathroom. Mother Melissa just inquired the bag had to be taken entirely, but the very least, she praised Nancy’s composure, admitting her punishment enemas are not for everybody. Nancy got strength from her words and sighted deep to accept the little liquid still in the bottom of the bag, which promptly was collected, alongside the rest of 750cc soapy water, in her rectum. Again… OMG, never her real Mom gave her an enema THAT hardcore¡ And, as Melissa warned, she was sweating like in a sauna… So hot she felt, and not only in her asshole (but, yeah, especially in her asshole).

Melissa put both panties and pantyhose back in her place, as she got in front of Nancy. -Okey, young lady. You must hold that mixture inside you, so it can get ride of this vice, until I come back: then you can relieve yourself. I heavily advise you against letting a single drop out of your system, as that means a bigger enema and the ballon nozzle to ensure you get the time done- Oh, my God… Nancy didn’t even have a time to check¡ Just until Melissa told her so…? She already felt like leaking, and more¡ Oh, Goodness… Submerged in her thought, once more pulled back into reality when Melissa inquired her to confirm her orders -Nancy, did you hear me? - She insisted. Could not surprise a little less Nancy how such small lady could impose so much on her… and the rest.

-Y…. Yes, Mother…- She confirmed, between tons of tears. Mother Melissa insisted, forcing Nancy to repeat those words she felt so heavy on her mouth. -I… I must… hold this enema until you come back… Mother- Exactly. “Very good” she heard from Melissa, giving her a kiss in the cheek and going into an adjacent room of her office. Nancy now was completely alone, the room seemed even bigger once Melissa’s presence was not there to fill much of the atmosphere, and now her bottom felt twice as heavy and irritated as before, and that mixed wonderfully with the embarrassment she felt getting that enema as a punishment. She understood why her sisters insisted so much in her punctuality: did they… or do they get enemas, too? Or worse…? So many thoughts storming around as she became more aware of her asshole fighting teeth and claws to keep inside it all that awful mixture she got in. Between plans coming by and off her mind around making sure she was punctual next time, and feelings of remorse and shame for getting in such preposterous situation, some invasive thoughts about how much she needed a dump flashed in between, her mind not taking a break about the state of her colon. -I have to sh*t…. Damn…- She was not caring about language anymore, and that’s odd on Nancy, as she usually is well-mannered. But urges are urges, and getting some curses into the air helped her get back part of her composure.

Surprised she got once she got an answer from behind from Mother Melissa, back from her chores. -No cursing, Nancy. This is a convent, not a brothel- She said, making Nancy swallowed saliva again. -So… you’re clean? - She asked, Nancy nodded. -Are you ready to expel this nasty attitude you put up your sisters with? It’s unfair they do the job and you’re slacking. So, I hope I have been heard this time- Mother Melissa got an enthusiastic YES from Nancy. -Okey, cool- She said, tapping gently Nancy’s filled butthole -You can go. Door open, I want to hear you get back in tracks- Melissa ordered.

Nancy cared ‘bout none of that if it meant she could use the toilet. She got there, dashing as her soul depended on it, lowered her pantyhose and panties to knees, and loudly let herself fall into the seat. -I… can’t…. Oh…. – Not much else to say from her mouth, Nancy’s about to blow asshole opened the floodgates and unleashed a soapy storm on Porcelain Village. Water splashed heavily from her: loud, long, gassy. And smelly, something that Nancy was not excited about, so much she even commented it in deep voice -EW… it smells…- “Yes it does” got from Melissa. Oh, that woman… Can she anything? Nancy wondered. She surely spent 5 minutes there, getting herself cleaned, while she also wiped of her tears…. And the sweat¡ Damn if she needed a shower. That was cathartic, she told to herself… So much relief. Mother Melissa passed by to check, watching her as she rested in the toilet. Tyrant attitude from Melissa has turned back into her usual, stern-but-kind self, and she felt confident enough to give her an apology her superior wasn’t still asked for. She was instructed to apologize to the rest, too, but felt satisfied. Wiped thoroughly, pants up and she was freed from new prayers to rest a bit. Once back with her sister, she apologized as agreed, and could gossip with the rest… It’s seemed this, and similar methods, really worked on these girls¡ Well, Nancy though… surely it won’t be my last enema¡