Finally: Justice!

[abbot]

They had been at the monastery two hours.They were growing increasingly impatient but had done as they were told and waited in the room,the small room with a Gothic style window which was just large enough to look through but only offered a view of the small chapel used by the monks. It was Paul who stood up and tried the door,much to his surprise it was locked,the monk who had showed them to the room had locked the door,what was going on? Paul turned to look at Catherine,'It's locked,the fucking fool has locked us in'!
Catherine stood up,and thinking Paul was making fun of her,tried the door herself,alarm rose inside her when she too realised it was locked.
'What are we going to do?',but Paul was already pounding on the old wooden door with both fists.Catherine began to call out,but to no avail.They were both wondering what would happen to them when they heard the shuffling of sandalled feet coming along the corridor.

Abbot Proctor positioned his corpulent frame into the chair behind the large oak table.His chin rested on the cowl of his long brown habit.He opened the folder in front of him on the table and viewed the photo of the two people he was about to sit in judgement of,he read their names,'Are these two subjects related?' referring the question to a middle-aged monk sitting at a smaller desk in front of him. This monk replied that both subjects were a 'young married couple'.While the Abbot had read their names,he always referred to those who were about to be judged by him as 'subjects'. The Abbot leafed through the folder and read briefly over the report of what this 'young married couple' had done;FORNICATION ON THE GROUNDS OF HIS BELOVED MONASTERY. The Abbot would hear what they had to say for themselves,but he knew already that their fate had been sealed,the thought of what would happen to them provoked a feeling under his habit,he felt his penis become stiff;he cleared his throat,took a sip of water and ordered the SUBJECTS to be brought before him.

The key had turned in the lock: both Paul and Catherine had stood back,not knowing what to expect.The door to the room opened with a loud creaking noise.The old monk who had showed them to the room stood in the doorway and beckoned them forward with a crook finger;'The Abbot will see you now,this way please!'. Paul and Catherine followed the monk down a long,stone flagged corridor,then they reached a wide staircase,they ascended and walked along another corridor before arriving at a heavy oak door.The monk knocked and the door was opened from within,Paul and Catherine were ushered inside. The room they were in was lined with bookshelves and smelled of floor polish.Almost at once their eyes were drawn to the old Abbot sitting behind the table.They were ordered to stand in front of the table.Paul heard a sound behind them and glanced around to see a middle-aged monk pull up a chair and sit directly behind them,the monk had a wry smile on his face,he looked to be excited about something. Paul looked at Catherine and was about to speak to her when his eyes were drawn to the Abbot again whose booming voice filled the room with the word,FORNICATORS'.

Paul and Catherine stood rooted to the spot as the Abbot sentenced them to be 'Taken to a private room,there to suffer undressing and each to receive a flogging;not less than fifteen stokes of the whip each,after the flogging they are each to spend time,not exceeding one hour on their knees in front of the statue of Saint Benedictus,the founder of our monastery,before being set free and their names noted on the monastery register,so that if they ever came to the attention of the monks of the monastery again,they would suffer a far greater punishment and receive the cane,not less than fifty strokes.' The Abbot glared at them,a smile of satisfaction on his lips as he announced that 'Our dear Brother Deaglan would be given the task of administering the flogging to these two errant subjects'. The monk sitting behind them immediately stood up and ordered Paul and Catherine to follow him.Catherine gripped Paul's hand as they followed the monk from the room. They entered another room and two other monks immediately approached them.Paul was led to a table at one side of the room while Catherine was led to a table at the opposite end of the room. Both Paul and Catherine could not see each other.Both were bent over their respective tables and much to their surprise their wrists were tied to metal rings on the tables,once tied the monks removed their clothing from the waist down,Paul's tracksuit bottoms were pulled down quickly,followed by his shorts.Catherine was wearing jeans,so the monk slid his hand around her front and unbuttoned her jeans,pulling them down,he them slid down her g-string. Brother Deaglan who had sat behind them during their time in front of the Abbot then approached Paul,he held a thick strap in his hand and placed the strap across Paul's bare bottom,Brother Deaglan raised up the strap and brought it down hard across Paul's bare bottom. On the third stoke of the strap Paul began to cry out.The sweat began to poor from Brother Deaglan's forehead as he brought the strap down and across Paul's bare,read,sore bottom again and again.The monk was clearly enjoying himself. Once the fifteen strokes had been delivered,Brother Deaglan approached Catherine.He took a deep breath as he raised the strap up and brought it down across Catherine's quivering bottom,her screams immediately filled the room. Paul begged Brother Deaglan to give him extra strokes and to not whip Catherine,but Brother Deaglan was too engrossed in whipping Catherine to even care what Paul was saying. Finally Catherine's ordeal finished and the two were untied.As they were taken from the room by the two monks Paul and Catherine noticed the smile of satisfaction on Brother Deaglan's face.

Upon returning home Paul and Catherine inspected each other's bottoms. They both promised never to go into the monastery grounds again.