>>20121912Masala feels the burning palm connect with her cheek. All is pain. Then silence. Mary Alice seems to have vanished, but she's left the insolent young wrestler a souvenir, a red handprint on her left buttock.
>The bitch left a ma- OUCH!!No sooner do the words leave Masala's mouth then the pain returns.
>Bloody hel- OUCH!!A terrible thought occurs to Masala.
>Bitc- OW!>Whor- OW! >Cun- OW!Masala sinks to the floor, her theory is correct.
>That horrible nun has made it so I can't say naughty words.. How is this fair? That's half my vocabulary gone, just like that>Well if I can't say naughty words naughty thoughts will have to suffice Masala imagines herself spanking Mary Alice with an enormous paddle, but every time she strikes the nun's ample ass flesh she feels the blow herself.
>NO! NO NAUGHTY THOUGHTS EITHER?! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!!Suddenly she remembers Mary Alice's ominous parting message.
>The punishment for disrespecting the Holy Mother is to walk the path of the saint...>BIG SIS, HELP ME!!