TESTING YOUR FAITH
By AmazonFan - Written For DTM / Amy's Conquest
A parochial school student learns a few new lessons





Chapter One - The Challenge


Immaculate Conception Academy is a private Catholic boarding school
located in rural Hunterdon County in New Jersey. Students from the
seventh through twelfth grades receive one of the finest secondary school
educations in the country. And though for many years the school pushed
its graduates onto Catholic colleges like Holy Cross and BC and
Georgetown, in recent years the school had adopted a more liberal policy.
As a result, ICA has one of the highest acceptance rates at Ivy League
colleges. As a result, parents clamored to have their children admitted
to ICA.


Thomas Fitzgerald Callahan is a third generation student at Immaculate
Conception ^# what the admissions committee called a legacy. The fact
that his family had contributed a few million to the school's endowment
no doubt cemented his admission, but Fitz probably would have gotten in
anyway. He is a very bright student. Perhaps a bit of a bookworm. But
hardly the thick glasses, pasty skinned nerd type. Because he was
self-conscious about still being short, he works out daily.


How short is he? Well, Fitz is a tad under 5 feet 4 inches tall. 130
pounds. He tells himself that he is just 16, only a junior in high
school, that he will continue to grow, that he would be taller as an
adult. But there is a gnawing, aching fear deep inside him that he will
always be short. He'd seen the growth charts. His height is in the bottom
ten percentile for his age. Right in the middle of the charts for his
weight. By the time he will be a freshman in college he'll be around 5'6"
or 5'7", if he follows the statistical norms.


Short people compensate for their hidden insecurities in different ways.
Some become quite extroverted, comedians, the life of the party. Fitz
compensates with his brain, but that affects his attitude. To make it
clear, Fitz is a know-it-all. And while he was insensitive enough not to
see it, one of the reasons his parents shipped him off to ICA was the
school's renowned discipline. They figured he'd get a great education and
have the chip knocked off his shoulder at the same time.


So we turn now to the spring term of Fitz's junior year at ICA. Fitz has
adjusted to life at boarding school, feels reasonably happy. He has a
small clique of bookish friends, although, to his disappointment, they're
all boys. Fitz still hasn't cracked the secrets of attracting the
opposite sex at Immaculate Conception.


He sits in his second to last class of the day - Social Studies. Sister
Anna Maria Velasquez presiding. The first hints of spring have come to
the Garden State. The forsythia is blooming. The trees are budding. The
well-manicured lawns of ICA are turning green. Fitz has spring fever and
really doesn't want to be sitting in class.


"Mr. Callahan! Today we are talking about the redefinition of women's
rights in the second half of the last century. You seem to be
daydreaming," said Sister Anna Maria.


Fitz was caught off guard. He, along with several other boys, found
Sister Velasquez more than a bit irresistible ^# a sex object shrouded in
a habit. Despite her order's mandate that nuns wear the habit while
teaching so as to distinguish themselves from the small number of lay
faculty, there was no hiding the fact that Sister Anna Maria filled out
the chest of her habit in a most distracting way. And she was so tall! It
just added to her allure.


"No, Sister," he replied, trying to evade her. "I was thinking of what
Timothy said in Chapter Two: " A woman should learn in quietness and full
submission. I do not permit a woman to teach or to have authority over a
man; she must be silent. For Adam was formed first, then Eve. And Adam
was not the one deceived; it was the woman who was deceived and became a
sinner."


"Clearly his holy father the Pope has decided that women of the faith can
teach boys."


"I think that the Bible is in favor of a differences between the sexes,"
he said.


"The Bible calls for respect," the nun lectured. "Peter said 'Husbands
must always treat their wives with consideration in their life together,
respecting a woman as one who is equally an heir to the life of grace.'"


"You left out something," Fitz replied. "Peter said 'though she may be
the weaker partner.' Even Saint Peter knew there were differences between
the sexes."


"I'm not going to take up the class' time debating this issue with you,
Mr. Callahan. But it is obvious you need some remedial instruction. I'll
take this up with you after class,"


At the end of the period, Fitz sheepishly walked to the front of the room
to Sister Velasquez's desk.


"Instead of study hall, you are to report to the gym," she ordered.
"Change into your workout clothes."


Chapter Two ^# The First Lesson


At 4:00 Fitz walked into the main room in the ICA gymnasium. There was a
small group of guys playing pickup basketball and a handful of the
cheerleaders practicing in another corner of the main gym. Sister Anna
Maria walked into the gym and motioned for him to follow her. The boys
and the cheerleaders looked over for a moment. Fitz heard the girls
laughing and imagined that they were directing it at him. The nun led him
to one of the rooms off the side of the main gym that the wrestling teams
used. Since it was the off-season, it was empty. Wall to wall wrestling
mats with the circles used in amateur wrestling. They walked in and she
closed and locked the door behind them.


"Though she may be the weaker partner," she said condescendingly. "Is
that what you think, Mr. Callahan?"


"I'm just quoting scripture."


"You think you're smart to hide behind the teachings of the Bible," she
replied. "But there are lessons to be learned that are not taught in the
words of the disciples." The nun walked to a side door off the main
wrestling practice room and unlocked it. In walked Amanda Donoghue.


Fitz immediately recognized Amanda, a senior in the school, nicknamed
"the goddess". She had a body to die for ^# a full firm chest that
distracted every male at school. She was wearing full baggy sweats.


The fact that she stood 5 feet 10 inches didn't immediately intimidate
Fitz. In point of fact, he looked at Amanda and looked at Sister Anna
Maria and wondered what was going on.


"Amanda volunteered to teach you a brief lesson in who is the weaker
partner," Sister Velasquez announced.


"Pardon me, but I don't know that this is all about."


"Put up or shut up, buttface," exclaimed Amanda.


"Amanda! Your language!" the nun rebuked.


"Sorry, Sister."


"Now Mr. Callahan," Sister Velasquez resumed, focusing her attention on
the boy, "I thought we'd start with something simple. Would you like to
challenge Amanda to an arm wrestling contest?"


"You can just call me Fitz, Sister."


"Fine."


"Yeah, I'll take her on."


"Are you right handed or left handed?'


"Right."


"Well, let's assume, like most people do, that you are stronger in that
arm. So if you first challenge Amanda, who happens to be left handed, and
you can beat her stronger arm with your weaker arm, well then, I guess
you've made your point and we're over and done with here."


"Sounds okay to me if it's okay with her."


Amanda dropped down prone on the mats and patted them to indicate that
Fitz should join her. Fitz sprawled down opposite Amanda. She already had
her left arm ready in position. Sister Anna Maria knelt down beside them.


Amanda was amused that as Fitz placed his arm down it was obvious that
his forearm was shorter than hers. She surveyed his upper arm and saw
there was no significant challenge there. They clasped hands, his were
smaller.


"Are you both ready?"


"Yeah."


"Yes, Sister."


"Ready. Set. Go!"


Amanda and Fitz stared at each other the moment Sister Anna Maria said
go. Fitz tried to get the early jump. He pressed hard, but his pressure
was instantly matched. Amanda held him at center for a moment, her eyes
glimmering with glee. She blew on their hands and then slammed Fitz to
the mat.


He was distressed it was over so fast. He figured he'd been surprised
somehow.


"Amanda wins," the Sister declared non-committally.


"I think she got a jump on me," Fitz protested.


"Switch hands. Now you have the advantage of your stronger arm, Fitz."


The two teenagers switched arms and assumed the starting position. Fitz
was keen on making sure their arms were perfectly straight. When Sister
Anna Maria saw they were ready she gave the order to start.


Fitz definitely jumped ahead at the start, proud that he was slowly but
surely forcing Amanda's arm down. He got her arm bent to about a
thirty-degree angle off the floor when suddenly here resistance seemed to
stiffen. He pushed even harder, convinced she must be on the verge of
defeat. Still, he could make no further progress. He leaned harder,
trying to put more weight behind his effort.


"I'll count to ten," Amanda abruptly announced.


By the time she reached three, their arms were straight up. At five,
Fitz' wrist slammed to the mat.


"I didn't think I'd need the full ten," Amanda laughed, rolling sideways
and bouncing to her feet.


"Well, you were ahead there for a bit, but Amanda seems to have won
again," the Sister said. "Have anything to say now, Fitz?"


"That arm wrestling stuff isn't just strength. There's wrist technique
involved, or so I've heard, and so I don't think that's a fair test.
Besides, it's just the arms."


Sister Velasquez just smiled. He hadn't tried her patience yet. "Then
let's try something that will involve the whole body," she resumed. "See
the circle on the mat? You two will start in the middle and the object is
to get your opponent outside the circle."


"Kind of like sumo wrestling?" he asked.


"Only in terms of the objective. I don't think either of you look like
those wrestlers."


"Best two out of three?" Amanda challenged Fitz.


"Sure."


The two teens moved to the center of the circle, a couple of feet apart.
Fitz took a wide stride, bracing himself.


"Start whenever you're ready."


Swiftly Amanda dropped to a three-point stance, charging forward and
slamming her shoulder into the boy's midsection. The rush drove Fitz back
several steps. Sheer momentum and the piston-like churning of Amanda's
powerful legs finished the job, forcing him over the boundary.


"Hey!" he objected, looking for help at Sister Anna Maria. It was clear
from the quizzical expression on her face that she didn't see anything
wrong.


"Try again, Fitz," she said calmly.


The two combatants returned to their starting positions. Amanda smugly
stood there, gesturing for Fitz to come and get her. Fitz faked grabbing
for her shoulders and dropped down, planning to hit Amanda low and drive
her out, just as she'd done to him. Lowering his head and thrusting
forward he realized too late that Amanda had sidestepped him.


She grabbed him from behind, lifting him off the mats. As she walked
backwards towards the edge of the circle, she swung him hard from side to
side. Then, spinning 180 degrees, she flung him several feet past the
edge of the ring.


She slapped her hands together as if she was knocking dirt off them.


Fitz was embarrassed and angry and wanted to take it out on the Sister.
"What was that? I thought you were supposed to lock up and try to push
each other out. One time she charges me and the other time she lifts me.
I don't think that's how it's supposed to go."


"Well, Fitz, I think I made it clear that the objective was to get your
opponent outside the ring, and from what I saw, Amanda did that. I didn't
say that lifting was against the rules and besides, isn't being able to
lift and throw you a measure of this girl's strength?"


"She's always tricking me."


"Whose fault is that?" Amanda chimed in.


Fitz glared at Amanda. Sister Anna Maria stepped between them. "We'll
give you another test, Fitz ^# something very straight forward. I'll
state the rules clearly so you can assure yourself that Amanda can't
trick you. All I propose is that you two stand facing each other. You
will raise your arms up and clasp hands and then the winner is the one
who forces the other contestant to drop to one knee."


"A test of strength like they do on pro wrestling on cable," Amanda
commented.


"I'm afraid I don't watch that kind of television," the Sister replied.


"I know what she means," Fitz confirmed.


"Fine. I'll make sure that you start out even. Does that sound okay to
you, Fitz?"


"I think so, Sister."


Amanda moved into position first, lifting her arms high. Fitz came up to
her and raised his arms. She chuckled when his hands didn't even come
close to hers.


"Oops. Sorry," she smirked.


She interlaced her fingers with his and then started raising her arms
again, forcing the boy up onto his toes.


"Amanda! Stop that! I want a fair start." Sister Anna Maria admonished.


"Sorry, Sister, it's just that, well, he's short."


"By the time he's a senior like you, he'll have grown, don't forget
that."


"Oh yeah sure, send out a bulletin to the basketball team."


"Amanda, I'll have none of that sarcastic tone!"


Sister Anna Maria watched with veiled delight as Amanda began to exhibit
her physical supremacy over the outmatched junior. She knew that Fitz
would never be a match for Amanda's 175 pounds of power ^# it was merely
a matter of how long her prot'g'e would persecute the wimp before forcing
him down ignominiously. She watched as his thin wrists were bent
backwards, the pain registering on his face. His arms trembled from the
strain. His knees began to buckle. With one authoritative shove, Amanda
forced him down, ending the latest contest.


"I didn't see any tricks, Fitz. Do you have anything to say now?" the
Sister asked.


"She's taller. She's got leverage pushing down."


Sister Velasquez shook her head, not believing that Fitz would continue
to try to come up with excuses. "Okay, Mr. Callahan, I see your point.
Let's give you the advantage this time. Amanda, lie down on your back.
Fitz, straddle her and pin her wrists down on the mat. That gives you a
clear and unmistakable head start. I'll count to three. We will see if
you can pin her down for the count."


Amanda showed no hesitation. Fitz gingerly positioned himself on all
fours over her, being careful not to brush against the twin mounds
lifting as obstructions off her chest. He clamped down on her wrists,
raising his butt up and leaning forward to try to get as much weight as
possible over her.


"Ready? Go!"


At the count of two Amanda thrust her arms upwards, locking her elbows
and ending any chance of Fitz' pinning her. She lowered her arms slightly
and then thrust up and forward, forcing Fitz to bend to the rear. She
swung her legs up in the same motion, hooking his shoulders and pulling
him backwards. She deftly rolled forward, pinning him under her.


"Reversal and pin," the Sister declared. "Have anything to say now,
Fitz?"


"She got lucky."


"Maybe you'd like to wrestle a little more then, to see if your odds
improve," Amanda challenged.


"Fine by me."


Amanda got up off the boy and stripped off her sweats, revealing a sports
bra and tight tiny shorts. Fitz did a double take at the astonishing
physique displayed before him. She ran her left hand over the back of her
right hand, up the forearm, cupping her triceps as she flexed her arm.
Her biceps ballooned in rock hard definition.


"Perhaps it's a bit more apparent to you now why Amanda is ahead in your
competitions," Sister Velasquez remarked.


"He keeps losing because he^#s a puny little boy," Amanda said
derisively.


"Amanda, it's clear to anyone that you are bigger. No need to be
bad-mannered," the Sister said.


The girl jumped at Fitz, scooping him up in her arms and dropping him to
the mats. She hooked a leg and the back of his neck and squeezed him
tightly. Then she lifted him a foot of the floor and began slamming him
into the mats. After a dozen smashes Amanda shifted her arm from behind
his neck to across his collarbones. Sister Anna Maria slapped the mat
three times to signal the pin.


"Quick count!" Fitz protested.


"You^#ll come up with any excuse, won^#t you?" Amanda replied.


"I could have gotten out."


"I trashed you, wimp. But hey, prove me wrong. Let's go again."


Stubbornly, Fitz got to his feet and moved towards his taller, heavier
opponent. He took a quick look at Amanda's arms, not fully comprehending
how a girl could be so much bigger than he was. But disbelief fueled a
conviction that he must be stronger because he was the male.


Amanda led the charge again. She scoop slammed him and then danced around
his prone body. "Get up, sissy boy. Get up," she taunted.


As Fitz barely managed to stand she stormed him, forcing him to bend
forward so she could lift him upside down. Amanda bounced him up and down
in her arms several times, pulling in tightly on his upper body. Since
she knew Fitz couldn't see her face from the position he was in, she shot
Sister Velasquez a conspiratorial wink and a huge grin and nodded twice.
She flung Fitz brusquely to the mats.


Sister Anna Maria stepped between them. "Hold it there for a moment!" The
nun offered Fitz a hand to help him to his feet. "It's almost 4:20. I
have to assemble my notes for a 4:30 conference call with some parents of
a child here who is having a difficult time adjusting. So I can't stay
any longer. But Fitz, it is clear that our lesson is not complete, even
though I thought Amanda was a convincing teacher. You must report back
here tomorrow at the same time.


"Now I know that this room is booked for 4:30, but if you two want to
continue for, say, another five minutes, to give you time to neaten
things up and be out on time, well I suppose that's okay, even though I
wouldn't be supervising."


"What do you say, weenie? Afraid to be alone in a room with me?" Amanda
smirked arrogantly.


"I'm not afraid of you, you bitch!"


"Mr. Callahan! YOUR LANGUAGE! Apologize to Ms. Donoghue immediately or I
shall be forced to file a report with the Headmaster."


Fitz knew he'd been goaded into too much anger. But he couldn't afford a
bad report in his record or word getting back to his parents. "Okay,
Amanda, heat of battle. I'm sorry."


"All right then. I think you've been having a frustrating time, Fitz. So
I'll let this go. But don't let it happen again. And make sure you are
here in this room again tomorrow promptly at 4:00."


"Yes, Sister."


"I'll use my key to lock the door from the outside so no one tries to
come in early."


As soon as Fitz heard the deadbolt click he hissed to Amanda, "I still
think you're a big bitch!"


"Oh, naughty boy." She waved her finger acerbically "You think that just
because she isn't here you can get away with calling me that? You're
still in deep doo-doo. Only difference is that now I'm in charge of
disciplining you, not the Sister."


Amanda marched at Fitz and gamely he stood his ground. As she got within
inches he raised his hands, but it was too late. She clubbed him across
with chest with a forearm, whacking him back a few steps and forcing him
to wheeze. She charged, shoving with both hands against his shoulders and
he lost his footing and fell on his back. She measured carefully and
quickly and kicked him in the side, just below the ribs.


Fitz groaned and intuitively rolled away from her. Amanda measured again
and elbow-dropped him squarely between the shoulder blades, making sure
all 175 pounds of her was behind the blow. Fitz cried out from the sharp
pain, but Amanda wasn't sympathetic to his discomfort.


She sat around, facing his feet and slammed her hard glutes into the
center of his back. Fitz felt what little air left in his lungs expelled.
He thought he was practically put out of action.


Amanda leaned towards his thighs, knowing her weight would keep him
contained. She grabbed his gym shorts and underwear and yanked them down
to his knees in one sharp tug.


"What the hell are you doing?" he protested.


"Doling out punishment ^# deserved punishment."


Amanda clenched her fists and began pounding down on Fitz's ass with
machine gun speed. He gasped and moaned, imagining that this must be what
it's like if someone took two sledgehammers to your rear end.


"Oh, fuck! What are you doing?!"


"Told you already, puny ass."


"That HURTS!"


Amanda could only laugh. "That's what it's supposed to do, asshole."


Fitz hoped he could hold out, that she'd tire from the furious speed and
power of her barrage. But the assault wasn't diminishing.


"Please stop punching me!" he pleaded.


"Okay. No punching^#"


SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!


Amanda simply opened her fists and continued with her open palms,
administering a blistering spanking that nearly instantaneously had
Fitz's butt beet red.


"NO! NO! PLEASE STOP!!" Tears streamed down his face as Fitz begged to be
relieved from his corporal punishment.


Amanda looked up at the clock on the wall and figured she was out of time
anyway. After giving him ten more whacks for good measure, she relented
and stood over his sad sobbing frame.


"I don't think you'll be calling me bitch again, shithead," she declared.
She shoved a foot under his side and flipped him onto his back. She took
one long look at his privates and then picked up her stuff and turned to
leave.


"You'd better clean yourself and this place up before the 4:30 group
comes," she warned." She pulled on her sweats and marched out the door.


Chapter Three ^# The Conference


"Did he buy the story about the conference call?" Sister Anna Maria asked
as Amanda strode proudly into her private office.


"Buy it? I don't think he'd question it for a minute. Who'd not believe a
nun?"


"I did want to give you a little time together, alone. How'd it work
out?"


"Well, I was hoping to put some submission holds on him, but the idiot
called me a bitch again the minute you stepped out the door, so I just
beat the crap out of him."


"Any visible marks? We can't have others raising questions."


"Not unless he drops his pants in front of everyone. I beat his ass to a
pulp."


Sister Anna Maria smiled contentedly at Amanda's cleverness.


"There was one surprise, Sister."


"Oh?"


"Based on what I saw at the very end, I'd have to say that even though
God may have made him short and not very strong, the Creator did choose
to grant him quite an endowment."


"Amanda, you'll make me blush!"


"Let's just put it this way. I may not have extensive experience being
just a senior, but I'd guess that even in his diminished capacity he's
bigger than nearly everyone else in this school when they're at their
full potential!"


The Sister passed two fingers over her lips to tell Amanda to say no
more. The nun stood up and came around her desk to the chair where Amanda
was sitting.


"Why don't you lie down for a few minutes on my couch?" Sister Velasquez
invited.


Amanda slid over gracefully, resting her head on one of the arms. Her
feet were flat on the end cushion, causing her legs to be bent. Without
saying a word, Sister Anna Maria sat on the edge of the sofa and deftly
pulled down Amanda's sweat pants and shorts. She ran two fingers down
each side of Amanda's labia. The senior shivered. She began to sit up,
reaching for the nun's breasts.


Sister Velasquez gently pushed her back. "No dear, just enjoy. This is
all for you for doing such a good job and making all my special girls
proud." She gently placed her lips on her prot'g'e's pussy.



**** For The Full And Complete Story, Come Visit us In Our Brand New Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com) Exclusive, Members Only, Text Stories Section ****