I never thought I would fall this far.

Sister Elena. Twenty-two years old. Novice nun at St. Augustine’s Abbey. I had taken my vows of chastity, poverty, and obedience with a pure heart. Or so I believed. But for the last three months, every time Father Dominic’s deep, commanding voice echoed through the chapel during Mass, my body betrayed me. My nipples would harden beneath my habit, and shameful wetness would soak my plain white panties.

Tonight, after midnight prayers, I couldn’t fight it anymore.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I whispered through the latticed screen of the confessional booth, my voice trembling.

Father Dominic’s silhouette shifted on...