Miss Domina

A slam of a door opening, and the sound of heels hitting the floor punctuate the now-silent room. You turn your head slightly to watch the Headmistress of the college pass you. Behind her, more boys gawp open mouthed. She had been appointed to the school last year after the previous headmaster had been caught up in the recent scandals involving his past students. The bishop knew that a female head-of-college would restore some faith in the institution, so Angelica Domina was head-hunted from a convent in Latin America to come lead the school. It was a testament to her ferocity that within a week of her arrival, she had made sweeping changes to the schools policy that nobody dared oppose. The change you resented the most was the enforcement of the schools 'no-dating' policy. Miss Domina struck down any public displays of affection, and gave many sermons on chastity.

The only relief from her brutal attempts at keeping you a virgin was the fact that she provided all the material for some sinful 'self-relief'. You had herd of a _Brazilian Butt Lift but her figure was a testament to the natural beauty of her region. Her glossy black hair was hidden by the mandated nun habit, but no archaic attire could hide her figure. A chest that bounced and hips that swung to the rhythm of her people was "the stuff of dreams" _according to Mark. Her tan face and full lips provided endless fantasies of confession-box glory-holes.

It was safe-to-say her allure was distracting, enough for your trance only to be broken by her sharp "Ahem" from behind the pulpit.

"As you all should know by now," she began "you are now all what we call 'of age'. You have all been confirmed into the church, and have all pledged your lives in totality to the will of the church."

Her phrasing prompted a few puzzled looks to be passed around the pews, but she continued without elaboration.

"If you have been paying attention in history, you should know that the church was not always the size that it is today. Historians estimate that there were times that, due to persecution, our population had shrunk to a number less than the amount of students here right now!" The idea of opposition to the faith inspired a snarl from her.

"In these times, the church had no option but to boost it's numbers by any means necessary. You should have all studied Latin enough to what 'Generatio creaturae' means yes?" The students nodded with unease at the direction of her sermon, it was unanimously understood the phrase of course meant Generation creation.

"In the centuries since we began practicing 'Generatio creaturae' it has developed into what is dubbed 'A secret sacrement'. In other words, it is practiced by members of the church to show our dedication to the faith." Some whispers scattered through the students. A secret sacrament? Is it what it sounds like?

"Silence! The sacrament is not simply reproduction." She paused for dramatic effect "To put it simply, the practice mandates that once of age, women must be impregnated, and it is the responsibility of the male youth to... breed".