What Happened Next by Emily Harrison
(This is the second part, and continuation of my story 'My First Spanking, In The Beginning, so you may wish to read that before you start on this)
A month or so had now passed, with Father White still diligently performing 'dads' requests to spank me a couple of times every week. I had thoroughly enjoyed every second and I think Father White had begun to feel much more comfortable spanking me now too.
He was still very respectful of the position he found himself in, he still treated me as his innocent teenage parishioner. But he had seen more of me than anyone else alive, and although I was thoroughly enjoying being spanked by him and him seeing me nude, my mind had started to wander. Something I was hoping his hands would do too, but throughout each spanking, he still only had his hands on my bum
My solo night-time masturbations were however longing for his hands to be on me. I was getting increasingly desperate for more, but couldn't see how I could persuade this lovely elderly man to touch parts of my body that only I touched at night. My devious mind had started to formulate a plan though and this is how I was going to fulfil my wishes.
Since his visits, Father White and I had become good friends. We shared a very similar sense of humour; we read similar books and had a lot of the same likes and dislikes. Hard to imagine maybe, an 18-year-old virgin and a 72-year-old Parish Priest, but we did. He was of course very mindful of the position he held, of his standing in the community and his sense of moral correctness. I was amazed that he ever agreed to spank me and wondered if he was now secretly enjoying it. He knew that neither of us would ever divulge to anyone else the fact that he was spanking me. I was quite happy with it being just between us, and I knew he wasn't about to tell anyone else either.
But what happened once my front door was closed and he and I were alone, well it was just between us two. Not that he had as yet done anything remotely risqué or inappropriate while he was in my flat, he was still simply carrying our 'dads' wishes and spanking me. He would gently rub my bare bum between each smack, which felt wonderful, but that was the limit to how he would touch me. A few times when I feigned sobs, he would gather me in his arms after a spanking, but there always seemed an invisible line in his mind that he never crossed. I so wanted that to change, however, so this is how my plan unfolded.
Before Father Whites next scheduled visit, I got into one of my nighties. Nothing overly sexy or revealing, I was after all an innocent virgin, unwise to the ways of the world and how my body could affect someone of the opposite sex if clad in slightly revealing nightwear.
Yes, he'd seen me fully naked a number of times now when spanking me, but I didn't want him getting the impression that I was in any way trying to be 'sexy' in his presence.
I went into my bedroom and messed my bed up a little, I wanted this to look believable, and after all, I had been feeling 'rather unwell'. Well that was the story anyway, yes I know I'm devious, but for my plan to work I needed to look unwell, completely weak, unable to do anything for myself. Unable to eat, or dress or anything, in fact, I didn't even have the energy to have a bath, and I so desperately wanted a bath. Ok, I guess you've now guessed where I wanted this to go. I don't like being so deceptive and devious, but it was being done in such an innocent way that I hope you can all forgive me. But would Father White take the bait and help me?
The knock on the door brought my mind out of my 'planning mode'. I delayed a few more seconds than I normally would, after all, I needed to show how unwell and weak I was didn't I! I wasn't going to sprint to open the door in my 'condition'. As I opened the door there was Father White, who immediately saw by my appearance that all was not right.
"I'm sorry Father," I said in my best impression of someone who is so obviously unwell, "I've been ill, I feel pretty bad."
"Oh my child I'm so sorry, why didn't you ring me?" he said as he gathered me in his arms, "I would have come straight over if I'd have known."
"I didn't like to bother you, Father, I was in bed when you knocked, I just feel so weak."
And with that, Father White, with his arm around me, walked me back to my bedroom and ushered me back into bed.
"I suppose you haven't eaten or drank much either have you," he said.
A shake of my head led to an arm around me as Father White sat on the edge of the bed comforting his sick parishioner. He was so caring and attentive, I must admit to feeling slightly guilty of this deception. But what can a girl do when feeling so desperate? He took off his jacket and went into the kitchen, a nice hot cup of tea is a cure for most things, when he came back he was clearly concerned for me.
"I just feel so urgh," I said, "and I've just felt so weak I haven't even had the energy to have a bath."
"Well how about I run you a nice bath now, and by the time you've drunk your tea, it should be ready."
"You're so kind Father, and I would absolutely love a bath, but I just don't have the energy." And with that, I crumpled into a fit of sobs which brought another embrace from Father White, his arms around me and my body snuggled into his chest.
"I'll be right back," he said, "how do you like your baths, warm, hot or very hot?"
"Not boiling," I said, "sort of medium hot," and we both laughed.
"I'll be right back," he said, and with that, he was off to the bathroom.
My heart was fluttering, my whole body was tingling and my nipples had decided to harden with the thoughts of possibilities here, 'could Father White be persuaded to...?' my mind was leaping to what could happen in the next minutes.
The sound of bath taps being turned off alerted me to Father White's imminent arrival back into my bedroom. I placed my now empty cup on my bedside cabinet just as Father White came back in.
