The Blindfolded Nun Demands Her Punishment
So, what kind of punishment should I give the nun with her eyes covered? How should I torment Viola?
One thing was certain: Viola had completely changed from the girl I'd first met.
She was still pure. Still innocent and untainted.
But bit by bit, her lewdness was seeping into her body. Without her even realizing it, her mind was slowly growing as depraved as that slutty flesh of hers.
She still didn't seem aware of it, just begging for punishment.
"…Do you really want to be punished that badly?"
At my question, Viola flushed red but bowed her head deeply. Then, in a small, grumbling voice, she murmured,
"B-because… it's a punishment… I have to receive…"
Her anticipation for the punishment seemed even stronger, but I decided not to spell it out for her. She had to realize it herself.
Well, even if she didn't, it didn't matter.
Viola had already proven with her actions that she was growing more depraved by the day—and deep down, she probably knew it too.
She knew she was changing from her old self. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, it was pointless.
For now, she could still look away, but the more she tangled her body with mine, the more experiences we shared… eventually, Viola would have to admit she was a slut.
And above all…
Either way, she was still delicious. Still so lovable. I wanted to devour her anytime.
If only her pathetic stamina weren't so feeble, I'd shove my cock into her pussy and pound away for days on end.
Since I could keep ravaging her like that, what real problem was there?
So, for today, it looked like I'd have to prepare something special for my perverted masochistic nun.
Something to further stimulate her masochistic tendencies.
*
Night fell, and I stood before Viola's door.
-Knock knock knock
"Miss Viola, are you inside?"
Her voice came from within, as if it were the most natural thing.
"Y-yes… I am…"
Only then did I open the door and step inside.
Viola was sitting demurely on the bed. But she couldn't fool me.
She was already soaking her pussy before we'd even started.
Not dripping like honey yet, but her body was clearly anticipating the punishment from me.
"Good. Then let's begin right away."
"Yes…"
Viola nodded faintly, her eyes fixed on me.
I decided to give her two choices.
"Miss Viola, I'll offer you two options."
"T-two… options…?"
"Yes, two."
I'd actually brought two items.
Which one she picked would be up to her own luck.
"Choose between my right hand and left hand."
"…Do I have to pick just one?"
"Yes."
"Then…"
Viola hesitated, opening and closing her mouth, then looked at me and made one more request.
"Isn't there… a hint or something?"
"A hint?"
"Yes, something to let me know… what the item is…"
"Hm… Alright, fine."
I'd planned to make her choose blind at first, but this could work too.
It would reveal just how lewd she'd become—and what she really craved.
"The right side is a punishment you've experienced before."
"A punishment… I've been through…"
Yeah, one was rope. The same rope I'd used to bind her hands and stop her struggling before.
"The left side, on the other hand…"
"The left?"
"…It'll be a very dark punishment."
"A dark punishment…?"
That's right—a dark punishment. Literal darkness.
Viola listened to both, then made her choice.
"I'll… take the left…"
"Left… Understood."
I dropped the rope from my right hand and pulled out the item from my left… an eyepatch.
I'd made it from black cloth since I couldn't find a real one, but it turned out pretty decent.
"That's… an eyepatch…?"
"Yes, an eyepatch. To cover your eyes, Miss Viola."
With that, I approached her and tied the eyepatch over her eyes.
It didn't take much effort—Viola cooperated fully.
And just like that, her eyes were blindfolded.
I gazed at her with her eyes covered and asked in a leisurely tone,
"Miss Viola, let me ask—how does it feel right now?"
"I can't… see anything…"
Obviously.
"Anything else?"
"I… don't really know…"
She still seemed awkward with the sudden darkness, unsure.
Well, time to make her understand. The real reason for the eyepatch.
I approached her slowly.
Then, I lightly trailed my finger up her right breast.
-Shhhk
"Hngh!?"
Viola shuddered violently. She was startled, of course—unexpected pleasure hitting out of nowhere.
"Miss Viola, trembling like that from just this?"
"N-no, it's just… so sudden, so sudden…"
"Yes, sudden."
I echoed her, then trailed my finger up her left breast.
-Shhhk
"Hnnngh!?"
Viola shuddered again, flustered.
Satisfied with her mix of confusion and pleasure, I asked again.
"How is it?"
"I-it surprised me…"
"And?"
"And…?"
She still didn't get it. Blindfolding did more than just block sight.
I decided to demonstrate by teasing her a bit more.
-Grab!
"Hng…"
-Knead, knead
"Nngh, ngh…!"
I grabbed her right breast and kneaded it lightly.
-Knead, knead
"Haht… haa… haa… hng… huaaang…"
Even with just light kneading, she was reacting more sensitively than usual.
I asked her again.
"How is it, Miss Viola?"
"It's… weird…"
"What's weird?"
"M-more… more sensitive… hngh… hnght… haang…"
She couldn't finish as I kept kneading her breast.
Right—she was more sensitive than usual.
With her eyes covered, her body instinctively heightened its other senses.
And when sudden bursts of pleasure hit in that state? She'd get even more sensitive to cope.
This was the result.
I'd only kneaded her breast a few times, weakly and rhythmically.
Yet her cute nipple was already perked up.
"Excited already? Just from lightly kneading your breast?"
"Hngh… n-no… I haven't… gotten excited…"
Still embarrassed, she denied her arousal outright. Maybe a defense mechanism.
For now, I decided to torment her more.
I released her breast and did nothing for about a minute—a very short time—leaving her alone.
"K-Kas… Father… haa…?"
I didn't answer her call.
"F-Father… haa… haa… are you… there…?"
Breathing raggedly, she kept searching for me.
Desperately calling for me, her breaths kept coming hard. No stimulation, yet her excitement wouldn't fade.
A natural slut, a born masochist.
I reached out to such a Viola…
-Tap!
And flicked her nipple ever so lightly with my thumb.
She was still wearing her bra and habit.
But in her already hypersensitive state, a sudden nipple touch through her clothes?
What do you think happens?
"Hiyaaaaaaaang♡"
She cums like this.
-Drip…
The scent of pussy juice wafted from her crotch.
I looked down between her legs and confirmed her clothes were soaking with it.
Truly a born pervert. Viola.
"Miss Viola, just one nipple tap through your clothes, and you cum already?"
"N-no… I didn't cum… didn't… hngh… haang…"
Her words denied it, but her body was brutally honest.
Shaking, slutty juices still leaking.
Not a flood, just seepage. But she'd undeniably climaxed lightly.
"Miss Viola, now for the next part."
"N-next… you say…?"
"Yes, next."
-Whoosh
"Kyaaang…!?"
A scream—or was it a moan?—burst from Viola's lips.
Judging it both, I lifted her body lightly and stripped off her clothes.
Now she stood before me in just her white underwear.
The only difference from usual? The eyepatch perfectly covering her eyes.