Since our affair was found out by the Reverend, Sheila and I were no longer able to get together for our afternoon play dates. My body ached for her and I thought of her constantly. I missed her green eyes staring into mine as she slid her hand into my pussy. I missed the way she cried out my name when I made her come. Instead, I looked forward to each Thursday night when I attended Bible study with Sheila. Or rather Mrs. Ward. The Reverend forbid me from using her first name.
Although Mrs. Ward was forbidden from being alone with me at her house, we were able to drive back to her house after Bible study together. I relished those 15 minutes alone in the car with her, when we could talk freely. The Thursday night after the Reverend's first punishment was the first time Sheila and I had had a chance to talk. It was only 2 days since our last tryst.
"Are you doing OK?" she asked me, as soon as we were alone.
"Yeah. I'm a little sore, but not too bad," I answered. The truth was I had been in a lot of pain from the beating with the Reverend's belt. In fact, my parents had noticed I was walking a bit stiffly and I had told them I pulled a muscle running. But after 2 days of Tylenol and hot baths, the pain was a dull ache.
"How are you? Has he hurt you?" I wanted to know.
"Actually, no. That's the crazy thing! He used to beat me nearly every day, over minor things or nothing at all, although almost never as hard as he hit you. But ever since you were here, he's been subdued. I wouldn't say he's been gentle in bed, but he hasn't beat me," she replied.
I was glad to hear that. I wondered if he was saving it for me. Maybe now that he had a new outlet for his domination, he would go easy on Sheila. I suspected that my reaction to his punishment was more exciting for him than Sheila's, since I actually got aroused from his harsh treatment.
"Are you sure you are OK with this? You don't have to go through with it. He can't force you."
He couldn't force me to come over for "atonement" sessions. I knew that. But he could tell my parents and the community about my lesbian relationship with his wife. And while it would not be the end of the world, I really didn't want anyone to find out. Not because I was ashamed of my relationship with Sheila. I didn't believe the church's teachings on all that. But it would seriously complicate my life in our conservative town and I didn't have the resources right now to pick up and start over somewhere new.
"I'm sure. I'm not doing this because I have to. I mean, yeah, it would make my life harder if he followed through on his threats to tell my folks. But it wouldn't be the end of the world," I responded.
"I'm doing it because I felt so alive the other night. I've been wanting someone like the Reverend in my life, but didn't know exactly what I wanted. Plus, it's the only way I'll get to see you outside of church," I said, smiling at her.
"That's true," she laughed. "And I'm looking forward to seeing you. I had no idea how erotic it would be to see him punish you and then fuck you. I wanted to kiss you while he was fucking you."
"Mmm. That would have been nice," I said as I reached my hand out to squeeze her thigh while she's driving.
"Hey, careful. You'll make me crash. I'm already wet thinking about seeing you in my bed tonight."
When we parked at her house, I leaned over and gave her a deep kiss. Careful not to keep the Reverend waiting, we ended the kiss quickly and headed into the house.
Inside, we found the Reverend in his study, pacing with a glass of bourbon. His sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was unbuttoned at the top. He looked like he'd had a long day. When he saw us come in, he told Sheila "Take her upstairs and get her ready."
Sheila led me upstairs. It seemed they had already made plans for me. I felt dizzy as we climbed the stairs, my head swimming with possibilities. As we walked upstairs, Sheila asked me quietly "Are you on birth control?"
"Yes, I have been for years. That's why I didn't freak out when Mike, I mean, the Reverend came inside me the other night," I told her. "I love the feeling of a man cumming inside me so I've always preferred the pill to condoms."
"I wondered about that. I've never been on the pill and always used condoms before I got married. I would have been scared of getting pregnant if that happened to me. But you needn't worry anyway. Mike's sterile."
"Really? Why did you never tell me? Is that why you don't have kids?" I asked.
In her room, she began to undress me in a rote manner, as if she were my lady's maid in another time.
"We tried for years. After the first year, I had tests done. Everything looked fine. Mike refused to get tested for 2 more years. He was adamant the problem had to be on my side. Finally he went in and they said his sperm count was too low to reproduce naturally. We could have tried in vitro, but he doesn't believe in interfering with creation."
Once she had my clothes completely removed, she had me get on the bed, face down. She cuffed my hands to the headboard, spread far apart. Then she pulled out cuffs from the foot of the bed and pulling me taut, cuffed each foot to one corner of the bed.
We heard his footsteps on the stairs then and we stopped talking. When he appeared in the doorway, Sheila asked "Is this how you wanted her, Reverend?"
"Yes, that's fine, Sheila. Get me the cat."
