Yummy.....yes, between the earnest fervor of the young novitiates and the teenage mindset of the pent-up school girls there isn't likely to be even ONE shade of grey, just the black and white of sin and punishment.
The young nuns, still adjusting to the finality of their chastity vows put all their thwarted energies into the canes and switches they are using on the father. The two young women holding his arms down and the third kneeling before him as he accepts his painful communion start to feel a kinship with the young novitiate wielding the cane. They see that glimmer of anger and lust in her eyes and note her flush face. Her forehead is glistening from her exertions and her nostrils are reddening like a salamander on the beam of a flashlight. There's a suggestion of a smile as she says 'twenty-five!!'. The father's outcry distracts the others from the groans of the young zealous novitiate whose body is shaken by a sensation she has already given up without understanding the extent of that sacrifice. As she lowers her cane and arm she feels an emptiness in the pit of her stomach. She notices the young woman who is cradling the weeping priest's face in her hands. She notices her slender fingers comforting the repentant priest. Her lovely pale face, her shock of red hair and her look of empowerment. That empty feeling is no more.