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"Bless me, Father... "
" ...for I have sinned."
That's the way it always began. For most people. But for Diane Foster, those simple words, spoken quietly to Father John in the confessional at St. Anthony's one late Saturday afternoon a year ago, had drastically changed her life.
Before that, her confessions had always been something small -- an imagined offense just large enough to seem suitably repentant of her sins. No one ever went to confession without having a sin to confess. Did they? Well, that day she had had a big one to confess.
Diane hadn't thought it was a sin. It felt too good to be sinful. But Mother, holier-than-thou church-going woman that she was, had assured her that it was. That it was evil and that she would burn in the eternal fires of hell for it.
You see, Diane Foster, a forty-something woman who had never left home, had been caught masturbating. Her penance, if you could call it that, was to repeat the act in different places, at different times, with different people and then shamefully describe the events.
And so it was.
Every Saturday evening since, long after "regular" confessions were over, Diane would quietly knock on the door of the rectory and make her confession in person to her spiritual guide. Father John had assured her that it was the only way for her to find salvation.
A God-fearing man of the cloth wouldn't lie about something as serious as that now... would he?
Join myself and bangerog2 as we explore the dark and twisted path Father John encourages Diane to take in order to ensure her place in heaven rather than in the fiery furnace of hell.
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Diane dressed carefully, putting on her favorite lace bra and matching thong under a low-cut and revealing blouse and free-flowing skirt that buttoned down the front. Black thigh-high nylons and spike heels completed the ensemble -- one of several she kept hidden from the eagle-eyes of her saintly mother. These were for her eyes alone. Hers and those of whomever she chose to show.
It was raining, so she slipped into her mac and covered her head with a silk scarf before putting on a pair of sunglasses. Checking to see that Mother was still resting comfortably, Diane let herself out and hurried to the car.
Today she would go to the cinema. Oh, not a local one. Diane didn't "play" too close to home. She did her research though and usually found the setting she required somewhere within an hour or two of home. This theater was such a place.
Arriving just moments before the film was to begin, she parked her car on a side street and walked into the time-worn building that now showed art films and others of a seedier genre. Diane had made a prior visit to see if it would suit her purpose. It had, and today she would put her latest scheme into action.
She paid for her ticket, stopping only briefly at the concession stand to buy a small popcorn and a drink before entering the balcony of the theater. From there she could look down at the sparse audience to see just where she'd actually sit. Unless, of course, there was something of interest up here.
Diane was in luck. There was a young man sitting alone in the last row down below. Within a few short minutes she had slipped off her coat, leaving it draped over the seat behind her and eased herself down into one of the worn velvet covered seats only one away.
Now it would begin...
The movie was perfect. From the sound of moans and groans that emanated from the screen, they were already getting it on. Diane glanced surreptitiously at the young bloke who was beginning to shift restlessly in his seat. His eyes were glued front and center and she had more than a little idea that she was cramping his style -- or at least interrupting it.
Well, boyo. This is your lucky day. Without giving him a second glance, Diane began unbuttoning her skirt so that she would have better access to the treasures that lay hidden beneath and the dirty sweet release that waited there.
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Tony settled into his seat as the opening credits began to roll. He was looking forward to seeing 'Un homme et un femme', hoping that his french was now good enough to understand what was being said without reference to the subtitles. He was aware of a woman coming to sit two seats away, but thought no more of it.
Diane was ready. She felt heightening excitement as she spread her legs wide, and slid her fingers down to her already slightly pouting pussy, and gave a gasp as the long finger found the little love button. Looking along the row she was disappointed that the young man seemed to be concentrating on the film. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She wanted him to look at her and watch.
Getting no reaction from him, after a few minutes she picked up her coat and moved into the seat next to his, letting her coat drape over her knees. She spread her legs, and let her knee make contact with his for an instant applying gentle pressure before withdrawing it. There was no response. Again she opened her legs, wider this time, so the pressure on his knee increased, Yet again there was no response as she withdrew from contact'
'Christ' Tony thought, 'Can't this bloody woman sit still?'
He moved his leg away from her slightly, thinking that that should give her enough room, though heavens know why, in an almost empty cinema she had to come and sit in the seat next to his. To make matters worse, she was now making a hell of a racket eating popcorn.
He tried to concentrate on the film, and was glad when the noise of her eating ceased, but then almost immediately the pressure on his knee started again, more insistent this time, Out of the corner of his eye he could see that she was looking at him, and once again he moved his leg , only for her leg to open wider and keep up the annoying pressure. He turned to face her, intending to let her have a piece of his mind. Seeing that she was old enough to be his mother, he thought she should know better. She was looking him straight in the eye, but then her eyes dropped, and when his automatically followed her gaze, she slowly lifted her coat.
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11-02-2003, 06:32 AM
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Diane
Normally Diane just waited to be "caught out", but it seemed this bloke just wasn't going to take notice of anything. Seeing that, she moved into the seat beside him. If he wouldn't look on his own, she would make him.
Spreading her legs, she pressed hers against his thigh to no avail. All he did was move it away. He didn't turn when she ate the popcorn loudly either. Diane wondered if she would have done better to sit behind him. At least then he would have turned around. Frustrated, she decided to try rubbing her leg against his one more time.
This time he turned. It had certainly taken him long enough! Diane moved the coat and parted her unbuttoned skirt so he could get a better look at what she was doing. Even in the dim light of the theater, she knew that he would soon realize and hopefully...
The gusset of her thong slipped between her puffy outer lips as she rubbed her fingers over the thin material. She liked the feel of it pressing against her as she began. It was wet from her juices and the unmistakable scent of sex began to permeate the air around them. She liked that, too.
The young man hadn't said a word, but she saw that he was stirring restlessly. Diane felt a thrill run through her body at the thought of what he might do. What she hoped he'd do. Even if he didn't do it here, she knew that he would later while he thought of her. And she liked that as well.
Certain now that she had his attention, Diane used her left hand to pull the thong aside as her other hand moved downward over her curly mound -- closer to the petal-soft folds of her hot, wet sheath. A low moan of anticipation escaped her lips. This was so dirty and sweet.
She watched the young man through half closed eyes as she touched herself, spreading the slick wetness with her fingertips as she slowly began to massage her swollen nubbin.
Father John had told her that it was called a clitoris. He had told her the names for all of her parts, in fact. Mother always just referred to them as her dirty bits -- if she referred to them at all. Father John. Her spiritual guide. Her mentor. Her savior. Her...
Diane's hips gyrated rhythmically with the movement of her fingers. Her orgasm was only a breath away and she altered the tempo of her movements, allowing the feelings to surge and ebb. She wasn't ready. She didn't want it to end...
just...
yet.
Even so, Diane could not deny it and cried out softly as she lost control.
Slipping over the edge as that strong lovely sensation claimed her, she stiffened. Her voice was low, pleading, raspy and wanton. Her breathing came in shallow gasps and she was drowning. Drowning beneath a wild wave of pleasure. Her body was wracked by uncontrollable, shuddering contractions as she called out quiety, "Bless me, Father... Ohhh... "
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Tony could not believe what he was seeing. This was the stuff of fantasy and he had almost to pinch himself to convince himself that he wasn't dreaming. He had heard that there were men who approached women in the movies in a similar way, But a woman!!----- and doing it to him.
His eyes were almost popping out of his head as he watched her, taking in the pale skin above her black nylons, hypnotised by the finger moving between her thighs, and savouring the pungent aroma of a female arousal. She was moaning softly and breathing heavily, causing him to look round to see if anyone else had noticed, but they were sitting in relative isolation.
Her moans were gettinng louder, and her finger movements moree frantic and then her whole body stiffened and she let out a pssionate 'Bless me Father---' before her body slowly relaxed and her hand was withdrawn from between her thighs and her legs closed slightly. Then she did something that Tony had not known a girl to do. She took her glistening fingers to her nose and sniffed deeply before placing them deep in her mouth and sucked them clean, seeming to find perverse pleasure in so doing. He wondered what her father had to ddo with it. Was she thinfing of a family fuck?
He was fully erect by that time, but that final act of hers seemed to make his cock twitch to greater heights. He needed release. With another quick look round, to see no one was looking, again, he half turned towards her and undoing his belt, unzipped his jeans, pushed his boxer shorts down, and withdrew his turgid tool. As he did so he looked at her.
She was starting to breath heavily again and her eyes were fixed on his manhood. He wasn 't particularly long but he knew from jack off sessions with his friends that he was much thicker than average. He took himself in hand, and pulling the foreskin right back exposed the swollen helmet to her for a few seconds before starting to stroke himself.
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He was so excited. Exposing himself like that in public provided an added thrill. However he was close to cumming and he wanted to savour this moment. He stopPed wanking himself and pulling his hand to the base of the shaft, drew the foreskin back, and squeezed. Diane's gaze was transfixed on the swollen mushroom which, even in the semi darkness of the cinema was glistening and as he squeezed a big clear drop ogf pre-cum juice appeared from his pee-hole. With some primeval instinct she licked her lips.
It was her turn to look quickly round to see if they were being watched, and satisfying herself that that was not he case, she turned to face him. He was looking her in th face and she gave him a nervous and tentative half smile. Then once again she spread her legs wide, and pulling the gusset of her thong to one side with onehand, used both of them to pull the swollen labiae apart so that she was exposing her inner self to him.
'Show me your tits.' he ordered in a loud whisper
She felt herself blushing deeply, as she withdrew one hand from her cunnie, and like an automaton undid, first the top buttons of her coat, then the buttons of her blouse, finally pulling the tits out of her bra. The nipples were already stiff peaks on the mountains of her breasts, and she started to squeeze and twist them alternately, at the same time, with a gasp, sliding the middle finger of her other hand deep into her slippery slot she began to finger fuck. She was really gushing, and feeling soooo hot.
Tony tried to sieze his chance and letting go of his prick, reached over with one hand trying to squeeze her breast, while the other went down to cover that between her legs. Her body stiffened, and her legs closed quickly. Not in climax this time, but in rejection.
'NOOO!!' she protested loudly, looking round in embarrassment, thanking god that no-one seemed to have heard except Tony who had rapidly withdrawn his advances.
She half closed her eyes as she felt the feeling starting to build, as she recommenced playing with her nipples, once again opening her legs so that he could see the pistonning finger as she masturbated.
Tony started to rub himself, slowly at first, then faster, the noise of his jerking off transporting Diane back into the confessional.
He was moaning on the vergge, and she suddeenly felt a perverse urge.
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Where was the priest in all this - had he not understood the 6th commandment?
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Diane didn't want him to touch her. There was only one man she had even considered allowing, and he was beyond her reach.
Secure in the fact that the stranger had backed off, Diane spread her legs again and continued to masturbate, watching fascinated as he stroked himself. The glistening bead of precum on the head of his erection held her rapt attention. She wondered...
Taking a chance that she had never risked before, Diane extended her index finger toward the young man. His eyes were fixed on her cunny as she played, but he slowly raised them to meet hers when he saw her reach out.
Unsure of what she wanted, yet not wanting to break the seductive spell that surrounded them, he moved closer -- just within her reach. He gasped as she touched him, tracing her finger over the swollen purple helmet of his erection.
Diane drew in her breath. It was thicker than water -- kind of syrupy -- though it wasn't sticky at all! Her eyes widened in almost childlike wonder as she drew her finger away and noticed that there was a glistening strand connecting the two.
It snapped as she brought her finger closer to her mouth, her lips parting as her tongue flicked out to taste it. The young man moaned audibly and she smiled. It wasn't something she'd want to make a steady diet of, but it wasn't horrible. A bit tangy -- sort of salty-sweet. Diane couldn't help wondering what he would taste like.
The thought spurred her on as she returned her hand to her pussy. She was still pistoning in and out of her cunny and began to rub her clit furiously with the fingers of the other. She was ready. Very, very close. But she wanted something more. Did she dare?
Light-headed, driven by her lascivious and wanton desires, Diane wondered what her penance for this would be as she whispered hoarsely, "Cum on me. I want you to cum on my breasts."
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The Housekeeper
Mary Stafford was a widow, Harry having gone to his maker five years before and leaving her to fend for herself at fifty two. She hadn't had much schooling and wasn't suited to life in the business world, only knowing what she had been doing for the last thirty years. That was keeping house and cooking and making sure that her husband was content in all manner of speaking.
Not knowing what to do, she went to the parish priest with her troubles, as she always had done. Father John was more than understanding, offering her a live-in position as his housekeeper. The man was practically a saint in her eyes, and if not that -- her savior at the very least.
It was all quite awkward at first. Mary wasn't sure how to act around a priest -- they were next closest to God than anyone save the Pope. However, they grew more accustomed to each other as time wore on, falling into a comfortable and companionly routine of sorts. Most times it was just the two of them in the rectory, and they quite liked it that way.
The cups clinked on their saucers as she carried the tray of tea things into his study. Diane Foster would be coming soon for her "Private Counselling" and Father John was always especially edgy toward week's end. He'd need a bit of soothing to be sure, she thought with a knowing smile.
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'Damn,' he thought 'Spunk on her tits. She wants me to spunk on her tits.'
He looked at her face and she was concentrating on his glistening glans, not looking at him, but with a dreamy, almost ghostly, smile as if she had transported herself to another land.He was so close to coming that he could almost feel the semen preparing itself for the journey from his aching balls. He started to piston his fist rapidly up and down the stiff stalk, and as he did so Diane moved from her bent position and half leaning against the arm of her seat, slid her bra straps down and pulled her blouse even wider open so that her swollen breasts were even freer for him to desecrate.
Because she had moved he had to get himself into a semi-standing position to facilitate aiming his spendings in the right direction. He was watching her finger pistonninig in and out of her juicy vaginas as she urgently stimulated her clit with the fingers of her other hand.
'Pleease. Do it! Do it now!! she whispered urgently. 'Cum on me.'
He needed no second bidding, he was so close. He took the loose skin between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it right back again, once again baring the glistening glans, with its now droplet of semi milk precum to her gaze. Then one more quick flick and his cock contracted, then expanded and spat a great glob of cum cream in an arc in the air to splatter on her tit.
'AAAAROOOOPH!!! AAARooph!! Aaaaroooph!' He moaned loudly as his prick contracted time and time again sendin jet after jet of seminal fluid all over her breasts. Moving forward slightly as it did so, he ehabled all his spendings to cover her tits, except for a small trail down her stomach.
As the first splat landed on her, Diane went over the top, and all feelings of pleasure seemed to drain from the rest of her body to centre on her cunnie. She held the finger deep inside her, feeling the contractions in her vagina forcing the lovejuice out to soak the edge of her seat. She was cummmming. Cummming as she never had before as she removed the hand from her clit and putting it to hr breast began to massage his gism into the soft skin.'
She was mewing quite loudly in pleasure.
As he came down from his climax and his penis softened, Tony suddenly realised that now they were being looked at. He was no gentleman, and hurriedly put his cock away, zipped himself up, and forcing himself past Diane, almost ran out of the cinema.
Diane for her part was in the middle of a secondary orgasm, as, suddenly, a light was shining on her, baring her perverse nudity. She turned to the light embarrassedly trying to adjust her clothing, and was dazzled so that she could not see who it was that held the torch, assuming it was the usherettte. Then the usherette and the light were gone. Even though she still felt the need to reach the secondaary climax Diane adjusted her clothing as quickly and as best she could, not caring what effect the drying cum had on her clothing.
Fully dressed once more, she too could not get out of the auditorium quickly enough. As she went through the exit through which she had entered, the way was blocked by the usherette. She was a tall blousey redhead, with a plumpish figure. Diane's heart sank as she thought of what the consequences of her actions were going to be.
'Excuse me madam.'
'Yes?'
'If you come to the matinee next week, sit next to my jump seat, and when the cashier's , cashed up and gone, we can have some fun in the office.'
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Diane didn't reply to the usherette's lewd suggestion, unsure if it excited or sickened her. Maybe a little bit of both. She'd never considered intimacy with a woman before -- then again, she'd never thought she'd be roaming around diddling herself for men to see.
Mother was just waking when Diane arrived home and looked in on her. "Have you made tea yet, Diane?"
"No, mother. I was just... "
"Where have you been?" the old woman suddenly asked as the fact that her daughter was wearing a coat finally registered in her still sleepy mind.
Diane hesitated before answering -- lying. She would add that to her list of transgressions when she went to see Father John. "I've been round to the shop, Mother. Just let me hang my coat and I will start it directly."
"Yes, well. Hurry then."
Certain that she'd heard a hint of suspicion in her mother's voice, she blushed and hurried to her room. She glanced in the mirror as she removed the coat. Her blouse was still unbuttoned, her bra around her waist and the young man's cum had dried in patches over her heavy breasts. Tempted to finish what she hadn't at the theater, Diane stripped and slipped a housecoat on instead. Mother could be so impatient at times. It would have to wait until later.
Once in the kitchen, Diane filled the kettle and put it on to boil, the whole time wondering what Father John would think about the redhead at the theater and her proposition. The thought made her whole body tingle and she was tempted to touch yet again, but the sound of Mother's voice brought her down from her fantasy and she quickly prepared something for her to eat.
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Father John
Father John sat at his desk. He should be working, but his thoughts were filled by Diane. He knew from her confessions that today was the day she chose to go on her 'wanderings' and he wondered what she had done that she would confess on Saturday. As he thought of her sitting or standing there confessing, busy with her hand between her legs and the other playing with her lovely breasts, his penis rose and because it was uncomfortable he unzipped himself, withdrawing it. He started to alternately gently squeeze it, then stroke it slowly a couple of times.
She was about ready, he was sure, for him to absolve all her sins by applying the holy unction, and in his mind's eye he could picture her either bent, kneeling, or lying before him, ready to recieve him and the look of rapture on her face as she received his spendings. At the same time he had a battle with his conscience. He, as a priest was doing wrong. He should be celibate, or that was what his parishioners thought.
He knew different though. Were the brethren celibate when they beat him for having an erection, and then sodomised him, reaching round to masturbete him to climax, so that he remembered the pleasure of ejaculatory release more than the pain. He thought that when he went to the seminary things would be different. Even there the priest tutors used their charges. Of course he had masturbated, but from them he learnt how much more pleasurable the touch of another on his manhood was.
Since he had been ordained, he haad discovered that housekeepers had other duties than keeping house, but as they were usually much older he got much relief, but little pleasure.
Since he discovered the need of some female parishioners for the special absolution that came with holy unction, he supposed he had had about twelve who seemed to know when the unction was no longer needed, but none had obsessed him the way that Diane was doing. He wanted her so much and yet, even though in other cases he would have taken them on their first visit to the presbitery, with Diane he was frightened that it might break the spell that he had put her under, causing her to rebel.
He could see her now, her mature figure and her big breasts. He could almost smell the subtle perfume she wore, mingling with the smell of woman, as her fingers squishilly pistonned back and forth in her vagina. OH!! How he wanted her, needed her. Needed to sink himself into her.
His hand was moving faster and faster up and down the shaft of his hardness. He knew that he should save it for, but he was powerless when he fantasised. He lost all will.
Just as he was about to approach, the home straight, of his manual stimulation, there was a knock on the door.
'Tea Father?' asked the voice of his housekeeper muffled by the door.
Then the handle began to turn, and he hurriedly tried to make himself decent, but he seemed to be all fingers and thumbs. He couldn't get it away. The door was opening and in desperation he pushed it down between his legs and crossed them, hoping against hope that it was hidden and that she would not glance down past the desk top as she entered.
Then she was there at the open door with his tray.
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Mary smiled as she entered Father John's study and set the tea tray down. "Good afternoon, Father. I thought you might be a bit peckish by now so I brought some of your favorite biscuits as well," she added, beginning to pour.
When he didn't answer right away, she glanced up at him only to notice that his face was quite flushed. Perhaps it was a fever.
"Father, are you well?" The motherly instinct in her brought Mary around the desk to Father John's side. Placing her hand on the back of his neck first and then on his forehead, she felt that he was cool to the touch, but also noticed that he was sitting rather stiffly with his hands on his lap.
Why, it's no fever at all. Least ways not that kind of fever, she thought. She knew he was testy when it was time for that Diane Foster to come round, but she hadn't realized...
Somehow it seemed a bit demeaning for a man of the cloth to have to resort to such things. In a way it shocked her. Mary had never considered that a priest could have a lustful thought, though after some consideration she reasoned that they were only men. And men were that way. Her Harry certainly had been.
Harry often said he'd burst if she didn't do her duty, but she'd never hesitated long enough to find out what exactly did happen if a man was not relieved of certain pressures. Harry had merely said it was quite painful, and she didn't like to see anyone in pain.
Did she dare to 'do her duty' for this man -- this priest? She thought for a moment, feeling a long forgotten and unbidden tingle between her thighs. Mary was in service to Father John even as he was in service to the Good Lord. Would anyone fault her for offering to ease a bit of this poor dear man's discomfort?
Her decision made and tea things forgotten, Mary knelt down beside him. He first looked at her as if she were daft, struggling to hide the frustrated look on his face. Of all the times! "You wish to pray, Mary? Is something wrong?"
"Father John," she said softly, placing her hands over his and moving them aside to reveal his semi-erect penis which was bent at an awkwardly painful looking angle. The poor darling man! Now more than ever, Mary was certain that she would only be doing him a good deed.
"Mary... " Father John struggled to keep his legs crossed as his housekeeper began to unfasten his belt.
"Husheen," she murmured, nudging his legs apart. "It will be all right." The gasp she heard as she took his manhood in her hand told her that she was right.
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'What are you doing, Mary?'
'Ssshh, Father. I'm just going to make it better, going to stop that aching in your testcles.'
So saying she pulled his foreskin back and, making an'O' with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, began to to masturbate him at the base of his cock, with an almost imperceptible , but rapid, up and down movement. With the other hand she coveed the peehole with her thumb, and feeling the copious pre-cum juice beneath it, began to massage it into the rapidly swelling mushroom tip with a circular motion.
Father John was moaning as if in pain.
'Please Mary! Stop!! You mustn't. You'll make me come.'
Her reply was to remove the 'O' from the base and to take his now rigid rod in her fist and, removing the other hand from his glans, start to furiously jerk him off. Her hand was almost a blur as it moved up and down his potent prong, and she felt that tingling in her nipples, and between her thighs that she had always felt, when she was doing her duty for her dead husband. A tingling that he never really satisfied, or very rarely, leaving her busy with her fingers between her legs when she was sure he was asleep.
Father john had stopped pleading with her to cease what she was doing, and his body was stiffening, and he was was moaning loudly.
'Oh, my God, woman, do you realise what you are doing?'
'Sssssh, Father. I am only doing my duty.'
Suddenly she felt it. He was going to shoot. She knew it. However, her hand seemed to have a life of its own and she couldn't stop it fisting him as he started to cum. As a consequence, he was spunking all over the place. On her dress on her face on her hand and on her arms.
Suddenly, Mary rememebered something from her past. The time that she had been spanking her youngest son, and at the end of the chastisement, he had lain over her lap, humping her skirt. With his trousers round his ankles, he was jabbing at the skirt between her slightly open thighs, and then he was moaning, spunking onto her navy blue skirt, staining it with great globs of white sticky cum.
'What a mess Father. What a rude boy you are. All that naughty spunk has gone all over me.'
The tingle increased in her body, as she told him that she was going to have to use the cane.
'I'm so sorry Mary.'
As if in a trance Mary was back in yesteryear.
'It is too late for sorry. Fetch the cane.'
Father John stood up and with trousers round his ankles, rummaged behind a curtain, and brought out a bamboo cane. His mind, too, was going back to schooldays, and the pleasure of a fondling hand, after he had been beaten. His still glistening cock began to rise, and seeing it start to stiffen, Mary began to juice.
'He;s a randy beggar, just like our Liam. It's my duty to cane him, and my duty to get rid of his stiffy. I'll make sure that he does his duty by me, as well.'
She took the instrument of punishment from him------
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"Lean over the desk." Mary commanded and Father John didn't hesitate to obey, his erection almost fully revived.
The cane whistled through the air as she wielded the first blow, his buttocks clenching when it struck his tender flesh, leaving a bright red welt. "You're a naughty one, you are" Mary said as she smoothed her fingers gently over the mark. "It's my duty, you see." She raised the cane and struck again.
Father John moaned softly. "Not a sound! This is what you deserve." Mary's hand played across the priest's ass, yet again. Caressing the welts she was placing there.
Swoosh!
He flinched, his erection throbbing. "No, no. We can't have that, Father." Mary's voice was low and husky, an aching deep inside her puss growing to match his more than obvious arousal. "You'll not soon forget this indiscretion."
She rubbed the pattern of raised weals that was developing on the priest's posterior, feeling their heat and soothing the sting almost tenderly. It was her duty to discipline him, but there was still more to come.
Mary continued for ten strokes -- the sharp swish of the cane cutting through the air alternated by the sound of her voice, gently reprimanding as she smoothed her hand over its latest mark. Finished at last, she bade him rise.
"Now, Father" she said sternly. "Now I will show you where you should deposit that mess instead of on my clothing."
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