This story was a smutty masturbatory fantasy that worked for me. So much so that I decided to sit down and write it while basking in the afterglow of an orgasm of Biblical proportions. As a fan of edging, I enjoyed the teasing quality of the story. My hope is that it does the same for you. Maybe, if you enjoy it, there could be more.
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Please read and take note. This work explores themes of power imbalance, older man/younger woman, corporal discipline and the corruption of Christian traditions in a historical context. If you find such themes offensive, distasteful or upsetting, please do not read this story. Please understand that it is a work of fiction directly from the creative mind of a fellow human being freely offered up for the enjoyment of those who would like it. Troll comments will be deleted with extreme prejudice.
'Father?' The clearing of a throat. 'Father... May I speak with you?' The quiet, slightly muffled voice behind the heavy oak door followed a timid knock, almost as though she did not want to be heard. As though this would give her absolution to walk away.
Unseen, he smiled, delighted, before schooling his voice. 'Enter, my child.'
The door slowly opened, just enough to admit the trembling girl. At just over 5 feet 4 inches, she only reached his chest when standing tall, and today, she was visibly shrinking into herself, making her seem even more vulnerable and childlike. However, while innocent, at 19 years old, she was no child.
'Well, come in, my dear, and tell me what is on your mind.'
Slowly, reluctantly, she fully entered the room and came to sit where he directed, on one of the two large, leather wingback chairs facing the fire. The ghost of a smile graced his lips. Perched as she was on the very edge of the seat, she was in real danger of sliding to the floor. The hands clasped so tightly in her lap would have been better holding the polished armrests, he thought wryly.
Taking the other seat, he leaned back, spreading his thighs and luxuriating as the heat from the flames warmed his balls. Looking everywhere but at him, she appeared to be gathering her thoughts. He was in no hurry. There was nothing like anticipation to make the treat that much sweeter.
After a few minutes of silence, marked only by the crackling and occasional pops from the fire, a falling log broke the spell, and she finally made eye contact. He raised one intimidating brow.
She began. 'Forgive me, Father,' an intriguing start, he thought, 'for disturbing you so late, but I could not sleep, and I...' she hesitated again, looking into her lap as her hands wrung the blood from her knuckles.
'Continue,' he instructed.
'I..' after a deep breath, her voice came out in a rush, 'have been having impure thoughts.' Looking at him imploringly, 'Please, Father, help me.'
And there it was. While he couldn't say he was surprised -- his sermons were almost wholly focussed on the sins of the flesh and the need to stay pure to avoid the licking flames of Hellfire -- he had wondered how long it would take before the graphic images of devils tempting the flesh of innocent maids would take root in the mind of his young ward.
Looking at her sternly, he asked, 'And what form do these impure thoughts take, child? Perhaps you wish to laze in bed instead of doing your chores or have had unkind thoughts towards the other girls in the parish? Perchance, you are coveting their pretty dresses and ribbons?'
Shaking her head vigorously, she seemed relieved to be able to disabuse him of these thoughts. 'Oh, no, Father, nothing like that.'
'Not Sloth, Wrath or Envy, you say? I know you are generally a good, obedient girl. What could possibly be keeping you from your rest?' He suppressed a smirk as she looked even more uncomfortable, and a flush worked its way from her cheeks down her long, pale neck to disappear beneath her dress. 'What sin do you have to confess to me at this late hour?'
Another rustle as her hands fidgeted with her skirts. Another deep breath, held, then exhaled slowly. 'Lust, Father.'
Almost too low to hear, the confession came out on a strangled half sob that made him swell in anticipation. He was tempted to make her repeat herself, insist she proclaim her shame in a loud, clear voice, but he wanted to reward her bravery with a modicum of kindness.
'So, you have been entertaining lustful thoughts, my child, and your first impulse was to come to me for help? Such a good girl to understand that this is a serious matter that needs to be nipped in the bud before it is allowed to grow wild and untamed. You have done the right thing, and I am proud of you.' He allowed her a small smile, which saw some of the colour returning to her cheeks and a tentative smile offered in return.
'However,' she blanched at the change in his tone, his smile disappearing as quickly as it had arrived, 'as you are aware, a sin of this magnitude cannot go unpunished.'
She really was just perfect. Acquiring her from her indigent father, who was often in his cups and all too ready to hand her off to someone of his standing in the community, was the best decision he'd ever made. She'd been with him less than a year, but she had been so grateful for his charity and attention after a lifetime of neglect that he truly felt she'd come to love him.
She'd quickly accepted his strict rules, seeming to thrive on the structure he was only too happy to offer her, and she had even willingly submitted to his occasional physical punishments -- a spanking with his hand or her hairbrush -- when she had erred in some small way. He had impressed upon her that these stinging chastisements were for her own good, to ensure she grew up pure of mind and spirit, to become the best young woman she could be. He believed that she welcomed them as a sign of his love because he took the time to discipline her in such a way when her own father had not. After each punishment, he gave her a long, warm hug, stroking her back and hot, red bottom until her tears subsided before drying her eyes and giving her a chaste kiss on her flushed cheeks and forehead.
On this occasion, after waiting so long for her to begin her sexual awakening, the punishment and comfort would be so much more profound.
'Look at me, child.' He waited until her eyes met his and held her gaze with his unforgiving stare. 'Tell me exactly what manner these impure thoughts have taken. Have you entertained wicked scenarios in your mind, or have you gone further and let your naughty fingers wander where they shouldn't?'
With her fingers writhing in her lap and her thighs squeezed together, she was almost enacting her sins of the flesh as she haltingly confessed her guilt.
'I touched... my... under the covers. I'm so sorry, Father. I tried to stop, but... I kept being drawn back.'
There followed a long silence that he chose not to break until she finally looked at him from beneath damp lashes, white teeth sunk deeply into her plush lower lip. She already looked so penitent that it seemed almost cruel to punish her further, but he truly felt that this was for the best. For both of them.
'I cannot say that I am not disappointed in your shameful behaviour, but before punishment is meted out, I believe I shall have to establish the extent of your sin.' Wide-eyed, she sucked in a breath. 'Did you violate your purity entirely, or did you leave your final innocence untouched?'
Her seeming confusion with the question did not rule in favour or against the breaking of her maidenhead. Her mother had died young, and her father had never taken another wife who could talk to her of such things. As a man of God, he had purposefully kept her sheltered from what most young women of her age knew, treasuring the fact that he would, one day, be the man to relieve her of her innocence. Today, it would seem, was the day.
'Well, hurry now, girl, and disrobe. It is time to shed light on what has been done in the dark.'
With a stricken look and quiet whimper, she reluctantly unbuttoned her dress, carefully folded it and laid it on the chair she had so recently vacated. Standing in only her undergarments, the thin cotton shift was translucent in the glow of the fire, revealing her shapely silhouette to his hungry eyes. She looked at him imploringly. At an almost imperceptible shake of his head, her hands moved to divest herself of even this thin layer of protection until she was standing, shivering before him, her arms wrapped tightly around her small breasts -- whether for modesty, warmth, or protection was unclear. The fact that the region which had caused this trouble was completely exposed did not go unnoticed.
Walking towards her, his hands moved to hers and gently but firmly, he unclasped her cold fingers from her upper arms. He moved them to the small of her back, urging her to grip her forearms neatly behind her, so that they rested just above the swell of her arse. Not only did that remove the temptation for her to cover his view, but it also had the added benefit of pushing her small breasts forward as if begging for attention. Indeed, her surprisingly prominent nipples had pebbled pleasingly at his proximity. Despite being of a mind to give them the attention they so clearly desired, he steeled himself to take the time to punish her properly before moving on to their reward.
'Girl, I can see the signs of lust upon your body as clear as if the word was painted on your skin.'
Stepping even closer to the naked girl, he towered over her and reached out with one large, slightly hairy hand to cradle her soft cheek, angling her head back to look deeply into her blown pupils. 'The black pits of your soul have opened wide to let in the devil, eating up the wholesome blue of your purity.'
