“Please make it fast,” she finally said.
“Ask and ye shall receive, my child,” he said to her, and the subsequent lashes came on fast. One, crack! Two, thwack! Three, four, five… on they went until her ass was stinging and she couldn’t help but cry out and he stopped.
“We aren’t even half way there yet, my child. Do you not have it in you to bear this penance for your Lord and Saviour?” he asked her, his hand rested upon her burning ass cheek, stroking along that smooth, stinging flesh.
But her entire body was quaking, her knees threatening to give out as she tried to push herself forward, away from the punishment. She couldn’t take anymore, her face contorted in pain and anguish as her breath was so hard.
She wanted so badly to have the job, his acceptance, but she couldn’t take another of those lashes.
“Please!” she said simply, and she didn’t even know what she was begging or pleading for. For there to be another way.
“Hush my child,” he said to her softly, reaching his free hand up to push her hair back from her face. “There is but one other way, my child. One simple way and you can have all the Lord’s blessing, and walk out of here with your head held high. You just need to offer your flesh up, without question… without regret. Can you do that? Can you hand yourself over so willingly?” he asked, sounding so sweetly interested in helping her.
Perhaps it was her naivety that had her agreeing so quickly to his demands, or else just a desire to not feel any more of those cracks against her tender ass. She looked at him so pitifully as she nodded, her lips dry beneath her tongue as she licked them over.
“Good girl,” he said to her, and he laid down the leather strap. Though what he did then confused her, though she dared not ask a question.
He circled back around his desk, and opened a drawer. Out of it, he pulled some ropes. Very skillfully he wound one about her wrist, and then tied the other end to the leg of the table. He repeated this with the other arm before going back around before her.
“Think hard on our Lord, my child, a
nd it’ll all be over soon,” he said as he worked open his frock.
The Father was insatiable. After all that time watching her pale cheeks turn red, when he pulled open his black vestments his dick was bulging and ruddy, throbbing with need as he looked down upon her poor, abused cunny lips.
“This child offers herself up to the Lord, and through me… He accepts,” and with that, he pushed his hips forward, brushes that thick, purple crown against her bare folds, teasing them with the pre-cum glistening tip of his manhood.
She let out an incredibly startled cry, so uncertain of what was happening. She was a virgin, never touched, and his sudden press made her feel so many conflicted, confusion emotions.
She tried to shift away, but those bindings...
Amy couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything more that bite down on her lower lip and feel him so wholly against that most sensitive part of her body. She was throbbing so hotly with a longing she didn’t understand, her cunny pulsing with a need that Amy didn’t have words for.
She had never indulged with boys in all her years growing up, had always been a good girl. So when the Father pushed through her hymen and stretched that barrier taut about his dick, it was the first time she’d had a man inside her.
He let loose such a deep, satisfied groan, his cock swelling inside her. He clutched onto her ass and hips, and sank right to the very hilt in her. The large, husky man trembled with the overwhelming pleasure of her cunny.
It was even more intense than the lashings, though in an entirely different way. Her mind sparked with sensations and she let out another cry, her pussy throbbing about him as he took her virginity so rudely.
Yet his lashings, her humiliation, it had wettened her for him, and made her grow hot. Another bead of sweat ran down the hollow of her throat between her collarbones before soaking into her too tight top, her skirt flipped up over her hips.
Father Mackay bent over her, his fingers moving through her hair as he tugged back just slightly. He kissed the back of her head and murmured to her quietly.
“You have been a very good girl all these years, Amy,” he said to her so appreciatively. “The Lord will reward you for this… I swear it,” he said, tugging back his hips and beginning to pump into her. The thrust of his cock sent his balls swinging pendulously up against her cunny as he rocked, such lewd, low moans filling the air as he took her atop his desk.
He was her priest, the one who’d always taught her right from wrong, and even though her stomach was twisted with confusion, she still trusted him.
That what he said, what he was doing, it was only right. Only just.
But still she couldn’t stop her quivering atop his desk, the rope biting into her limbs as she panted against him. Every time his hips slammed against her ass, another shock went through her, and she couldn’t stop herself from whimpering.
He sank his fingers into her hips and ass cheeks, made her flesh dimple about his digits as he squeezed and rutted into her. He was huffing, panting hard as he fucked her atop that desk, made her little knees tremble.
That thick cock of his plowed in deep, its bulbous mushroom tip stretched her out with each thrust, eased her little virginal cunny wider, trained it to take him better as he fucked her so enthusiastically.
He even held her braid like a reign, as he felt himself tense, his balls tighten beneath him.
“Oh fu—” his words were cut off, and he trembled against her.