Mother Superior, naked as the day she was born, walked over to the young nun and took her by the hand.
"Now, Sister, it is your turn to take off your clothes."
"But, but I can't," she shook her head in bewilderment. "I can't be naked in front of you, in front of Father."
"How else will we be able to teach you the "pleasures of the flesh" unless you are naked? Come, Sister; you know one of your other vows will be one of obedience."
The young nun was in a whirl of confusion. How could Mother be asking this of her? How could she ever look Father in the face again if he was to see her without her habit, if he was to be the first man to ever see her private parts? She knew Mother was God's representative in the convent and whatever she said came first from God. Did God want her to be naked? Slowly, reluctantly, she stood and allowed herself to be led by the hand to where Mother Superiors clothes lay in a pile on the floor.
"Just relax, Sister; I will do it for you."
Mother now stood behind her and she felt the older woman's hands reach round, move up the side of her face and slowly slide the veil from her head. Her long, blonde hair had been cut when she first entered the convent but it had grown back and now rested on her trembling shoulders. She felt/heard the sound of the zip on the back of her long, black habit starting to move down and loosen the dress which had been her protection for nearly three years. Mother smoothed it off her shoulders but the young nun automatically reached up and held her habit to her chest.
"Drop your hands to your side, Sister," Father said, sternly. He had been watching the actions of the two nuns with a look of extreme satisfaction but now his face glowered with rage.
"I will remind you of this only once: what we do tonight is for your benefit. You must first KNOW the pleasures of the flesh before you can renounce them."