MANDY LOVES HAVING HER TEENAGE NIPPLES AND SKIMPY PANTIES DESTROYED  by Kim Hardwick

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MANDY LOVES HAVING HER TEENAGE NIPPLES AND SKIMPY PANTIES DESTROYED

(Kim Hardwick)


"Young women tend to be rebellious and obnoxiously disrespectful of authority, in particular during their early teen years. That's why at Holy Rosary Academy, we believe that it is not old fashioned to show discipline when dealing with young girls. In fact, I am convinced that one of the reasons we have such a high demand for placement is due to our intractable devotion to an iron fisted approach to discipline." Mother Superior could see how impressed the parents were at her speech. In the years since taking over as the head of Holy Rosary, Mother Superior had never failed to exceed the previous year's record for enrollment. All parents want to make sure their little angels turn out to be virtuous young ladies, willing to defend their chastity for the sake of Jesus and the Church.
What the parents didn't know though, is that Mother Superior and her handpicked teaching staff employed unconventional methods which all shared one thing in common. Pain. Extreme pain.
"Mother Superior, our daughter, Mandy, has been expelled from several schools, the last being Saint Joseph's. We are at wits end on how to deal with her. We don't want to send her to a public high school, but we may be forced to. Please Mother Superior; we would do anything to keep Mandy in the Church!" Mandy's mother was actually crying. This was a good thing, thought Mother Superior. Bodes well for a good Catholic upbringing.
"We'll try our best. You said Saint Joseph's expelled her. I know the head of that fine school; if it's alright with you both, I'll contact him and see if I can find out more details regarding her time there. In the meantime, yes, I will accept your daughter into our high school. Nothing pleases the Lord more than to save lost souls."
The parents were so happy and the ensuing small talk only confirmed their love for their wayward daughter.
"I suppose it's time to introduce me to your daughter." The Mother Superior was eager to see Mandy.
"Mandy dear, please come in." The mother obviously was the head of the family, as the father kept quiet during most of the interview and barely made eye contact.
Mother Superior had to contain herself upon first seeing Mandy. The young girl, a child really, in spite of being 18, was petite, barely over five feet, blond, stunning blue eyes and an extremely attractive athletic body to go with a stunningly beautiful face, framed by shoulder length hair. She was the type of student Mother Superior wanted for Holy Rosary. Innocent looking yet slutty inside.
"Mandy, as head of Holy Rosary I would like to welcome you to our school. Your mother said you've had trouble in your previous schools. I want you to know that here, my door is always open and you may come in to discuss anything that may be bothering you." The more she looked at Mandy, the more convinced Mother Superior was that an extreme bout of bullwhipping and nipple piercing would be the answer. She only hoped it wouldn't come to her putting on her dildo strap and taking Mandy's pussy by force.
"Mandy, dear, aren't you going to answer Mother Superior?" Her mother again; I was beginning to suspect she may be the reason for Mandy's attitude.
"Yeah, whatever. Nice to be here Sister." Mandy replied with obvious disdain and lack of respect. She will be a challenge indeed, thought the Mother Superior.
At this point the father got up, walked over to Mandy, and gave her a tremendously hard slap across her face. The force of the blow knocked Mandy over to the floor, with the chair over her, exposing her baby blue panty as the skirt rode up.
"Listen young lady, you show Mother Superior more respect, or else, we get to discuss certain things again tonight. Got it?" The first words out of the father's mouth were words of future torture. I like the father, thought the nun; bodes well for future training.
While the father and Mandy glared at each other, Mother Superior kept my eyes on how nicely rounded Mandy's butt was and how tightly her panty fit her. She could tell both Mr. Stein and Carlos would have fun with her. And yet, she felt that what Mandy really needed was a harsher hand; a stricter interpretation of the rules.
"Please, let's calm down. Let me call Mr. Schiller over. He's our math teacher and he'll be responsible for mentoring Mandy."
She pressed the intercom and requested Mr. Schiller's presence. While waiting for him to come, Mother Superior couldn't help but note that the behavior of the three, the parents and Mandy was odd; as if there was a secret they were hiding. This was something she would have to mention to Mr. Schiller.
After a few minutes, filled with awkward silence, Mother Superior looked over towards Mandy's mother and noticed the barest hint of a dragon tattoo peeking over her blouse collar. Very interesting she thought. The longer she observed, the more this family intrigued her.
Continuing her observations of the parents, she also noticed that the father had some tattoos sticking from his shirt sleeve cuffs, and they had a satanic motif. She then directed her gaze back to the mother who was glaring at both Mandy and the father. The mother had a pronounced erection of her nipples. Even with the bra, blouse and light weight sweater, her bullets were ready to tear the flimsy cotton fabric of her blouse. Sister smiled imagining Carlos having his way with the mother's nipples. He would resort to his usual bestial and ghastly techniques. Good old Carlos was such an incorrigible sadist.
"Hello everybody! Hello Mother Superior! I hope I haven't kept you waiting?" Mr. Schiller was in fact, early. He was a stickler for discipline and punctuality. He was also more of a sadist and advocate of brutal pain in the training of young girls than Carlos. This made Mother Superior smile and at the same time, acknowledge a certain warmth and moisture developing deep within her womanhood. She knew what Mandy was going to experience shortly and that filled her with sinful thoughts.