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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

She opened the door, went out into the dusk. It had been a beautiful day. Flora walked along, humming happily to herself. Mr Thackeray waved at her as he got in his car. It only took five minutes to reach her destination. She opened the gate and walked to the door, lifted the latch and entered. Looking round, she couldn’t see a single soul. She picked up the pile of books on the side, began to put them out. “Hi Flora,” she turned. Mrs Smalley was besides her. “I’ve just finished the flowers, so I’m heading off”. “Bye, have a great weekend” Flora said, feeling butterflies at the thought of being alone in this place.

She carried on putting the books out. She’d just about finished when she heard the door opening and he walked in. “Oh hello Flora” he said, smiling at her. “Hello, Father Michael, I’m just about finished, do you need any other help this evening.” “I could do with some help with sorting my robes, they’re all not hung up properly.” He walked off into his private room.

Flora put the final books out. She felt a slight trepidation as she walked towards Father’s private rooms. She knocked on the door. “Come in.” He shouted. She entered the room and he was sat writing at his bureau. “Which robes did you want sorted.” “ Oh those over there hanging on the wardrobe” he said without looking up. Flora went across the room. She opened the wardrobe door, got some coat hangers out, as she did she noticed a strange item, it looked like some kind of whip. Why would Father Michael have that. Flora busied herself sorting the robes and hanging them on the hangers. She then placed them back in the wardrobe.

I’ve finished she thought. She turned to tell him and realised he was already standing up. “ Can you help me take this cassock off?” He asked. She went over and he started lifting it over his head.

He was staring at her, she felt herself blush under his gaze. He pulled the cassock off and she realised he only had trousers on, no top. He was in pretty good shape. What was she thinking! He had taken an oath to be celibate. “Hang it up for me Flora,” he said jovially. She turned to hang it up, as she did she felt him right behind her. He was far too close. He lifted her hair at the side, his fingers caressing her neck. Then he kissed her neck gently. Flora didn’t know what to do.

This was all wrong. She turned to give him a piece of her mind. As she turned, he held her waist and kissed her on the lips. She was so taken aback, she raised a hand and before she’d had time to think, she’d slapped him round the face. “Ouch! That hurt!” He said quietly. “Don’t you want this Flora?” “I’m married! “ she exclaimed. “I know,” he responded, “but no-one needs to know. “

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By *antric ecstasyMan
over a year ago

Co Durham

Kink in the kirk... oh yes!

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By *ames WhyteMan
over a year ago

Near Manchester Airport

Deja vu reading this?

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By *onsi69Man
over a year ago

llanfairpg

Lovely start

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Now it'll be interesting to see how the whip comes into play?

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

He moved to his desk and sat down. “Will you come over here?” He asked. She was in two minds whether she should flee to the safety of home. Like the spider to the fly though, she walked towards him. “Now turn around.” He said. She did as he had asked, then felt her dress being lifted. “Beautiful.” He murmured. “I don’t think you need these, do you?” He slipped her thong off, she stepped out of it, feeling in a bit of a daze. “Turn back to me.” He sounded so assertive. He moved his head forward parted her lips and began to lick her clitoris. “Jesus” she gasped.. “How about sitting on my desk?” She did as he asked and watched as he buried his head in her pussy.

This was so wrong. She shouldn’t be enjoying it, she couldn’t remember the last time she had received oral from her husband. He tended to just turn his back on her in bed nowadays.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” she whispered. At the same time, she put her hand on the back of his head and held him there. Wanting to take a photo so she could remember this later. His tongue lapped at her clit. Her nipples were aching, she wanted to free them from her dress.

He sat up. “Father Michael I should go.” “No Flora, I think you should stay.” His eyes were mesmerising. “Now turn around and bend over my desk.” She was taken aback. She should go home, but all that was waiting there was an evening in front of the TV watching football. Slowly she stood up and turned around. He lifted her dress, caressed her bottom cheeks. “You’ve been a naughty girl haven’t you Flora?” She could see her wedding ring glinting in the light. “Yes Father” she affirmed. Spank ! His hand contacted her skin. “And what happens to naughty girls?” “They get punished” she replied.

12 spanks, her bottom hurt. She knew she’d have handmarks on her skin. “Now stand up.” She did as he said. “Kneel before me and confess your sins.” “I haven’t sinned.” She said. “ I’m a good girl.” “On your knees” he commanded. She knelt down. He began to unbuckle his belt, he pulled it out of his trousers and placed it round her neck. He did the buckle up and held the other end. She wondered what he would do next. “Well if you wont confess you can crawl behind me Flora.” She crawled on all fours towards the corner of the room. “Now kneel there, facing the wall, whilst I get on with my work. You’re a distraction and you can think about what you need to confess.”

He lifted her dress, tucking it into her bra. Why was he exposing her, she thought. Did he want to humiliate her. “Put your hands out.” She did as he asked. He got one of the belts he used for his cassock, and started to bind her wrists together. Flora thought, why don’t I just go home instead of doing what he was wants. Why am I allowing this to happen.

Remember Flora “Revelation 3:19 - Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline; therefore be zealous and repent.' He said into her ear. It felt strange having her wrists bound. He went to his desk and came back with a communion cup. He held it and said the blessing. Then held it to her mouth. “Thanks be to god” she said quietly. He then placed the host in her mouth saying “The body of Christ” and she replied “Amen.” What was she doing, was this God testing her, she shouldn’t be behaving like some kind of harlot.

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By *akeyjohnMan
over a year ago

ossett

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

“Anything to confess?” He asked. She shook her head. “Remember Romans 8.28. All things work together for good, for those who love God and are Called according to His purpose.' He took the lead from the floor and pulled slightly on it. “You’re not getting up off your knees until you confess your filthy thoughts.” She looked up at him and his eyes looked so dark, she couldn’t fathom out what he was thinking. He thought it was her fault she was now knelt, half naked with bound wrists. How did that work, she was going to give him a piece of her mind.

“I think you’re not behaving like a vicar at all! Now undo my wrists Father Michael.” She sounded cross. “You haven’t imagined this then Flora? I’ve seen the flirtatious looks you’ve given me when I’ve been preaching from the pulpit. You’ve been deliberately wearing dresses showing cleavage, almost bordering on your tits being completely out. I don’t think good Catholic girls wear clothes like that. Do you?”

He thought she was a bad Catholic. “How dare you say that, I’ve seen how you look at Miss Trent when she comes in to help do the church flowers. I can tell you want her.” Flora felt really angry now. “Oh, so you think I’d rather her Flora, do you? “ he asked. She realised she had felt jealous. “Still nothing to confess?” She shook her head. “Turn around” he instructed. It was difficult to turn on her knees, but she balanced on her hands and managed it. He was stood directly in front of her, her eyes were level with his crotch. He began to undo his leather belt. She gulped.

He unzipped his trousers, she could see his erect cock in his boxers. “Remember Flora the Bible speaks about lust in 2 Timothy 2:22, Flee also youthful lusts; but pursue righteousness, faith, love and peace. Do you feel lust now?” Between her legs she physically ached for him. It was so long since there had been any lust in her life. “Still no confession?” He asked again. Silence.

He put his hand to his boxers and pulled out his erect penis. Flora knew there was an almost insane hunger in her eyes. “Suck it.” He ordered. He couldn’t mean it, she’d never touched another man genitals since she took her marriage vows. “Now !” he sounded so stern. She opened her mouth and took his cock in it. Slowly enveloping the length of it in her mouth. He was thrusting into her, effectively face fucking her. How could a man of God behave so devilishly. He withdrew slightly and she circled the end of his cock with her tongue, she heard him moan. He moved further back so she couldn’t reach it. “Still nothing to confess?” He asked. She remained silent, looking down at the floor. He took hold of the lead, and her hands,”Stand up harlot.” She managed to stand, feeling a little shaky. He lead her to his desk, pushed his work out of the way, moved his crucifix to the back. “Bend over Flora.” She did as she was told and her eyes met with the crucifix.

“You will confess your sins.” She heard him getting something and then ouch! That man of God was whipping her with his belt. “Perhaps this will teach you a lesson and how you should behave.” She knew she’d have welts on her bottom, how on earth would she explain those to her husband. “Still no confession ? Well let’s have silence for a while then.” He was tying something around her mouth, it was her knickers. He’d used them to gag her. Now she really was completely at Father Michael’s mercy.

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Wow great story Bronte

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By *us man1957Man
over a year ago

Guildford

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over a year ago

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By *akeyjohnMan
over a year ago

ossett

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"Wow great story Bronte "

Thanks Doc.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The belt won't leave such good marks as a fibreglass lunging whip? And that first proper spanking for a girl is special and memorable isn't it?

Great story!

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Very hot

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

She heard someone outside the office. “Father I’ve come to finish the flowers” Miss T called cheerily. Oh my god,she can’t see me like this, Flora thought. “Ok, carry on” Father Michael responded. All Flora could see was that damn crucifix starring at her. “Ready to confess? I bet Miss T would confess straight away.” He whispered in her ear. She shook her head. “She doesn’t inflame my desires like you though Flora, you are the devil sent to test my resolve. “ he sounded angry.

Spank, what was he using now to spank her. She realised it was a wooden hairbrush. In between spanks he brushed the bristles over her already sore bottom cheeks. Her bottom must be so red now. Then unexpectedly she felt his fingers against her pussy. “Oh no Flora, you are wet? Is that with desire? You a married woman.” She felt something hard and uncomfortable inserted in her pussy.,”Know what that is?” She indicated she didn’t. “The end of a crucifix, the holy symbol, and you, fallen woman have it in your pussy. Nothing is sacred to you, is it.”

She had forgotten Miss T was even in the church. “All done Father” she shouted, “See you for the service in the morning, I will lock the church doors now.” Her footsteps faded. Father Michael stroked Flora’s bottom and pulled the end of the crucifix out. “Stand up,” he commanded. He untied the gag and she could move her mouth again. He had hold of the lead, the collar was feeling tight now. “Let’s go.” He opened the office door and lead her into the church itself. He took her up to the altar. “Do you think God believes you are a good wife to your husband? “ he asked. “ I am” Flora said.,”Even though you have inflamed my suppressed desires?” He asked. “From now on, you will not wear knickers whenever you are entering this building, do you understand?” “I can not do that” Flora responded. “Can not or will not?” He raised an eyebrow. “ Bend over the altar” he commanded. Flora hesitated. “Do you not love God? By pleasing him you are pleasing me.”

She moved forward and bent over the ornate altar. She did love God. She felt father behind her, her dress lifted again. Then Flora felt it, at the entrance to her pussy. It was his cock. He was not going to surely, he had taken an oath of celibacy. This was not permitted. “You are making me do things I am not supposed to Flora, it is your fault, you realise that. You will have to beg forgiveness for this.” With that he pushed his hard cock fully into her. She gasped. He did not move, just let her become used to the feel of him. “Only a woman of sin, would allow this Flora.” He said. He began to move and enter her again and again. Her pussy was getting so wet. “Do not dare orgasm without my permission, or there will be repentance required.” Her senses were reeling. She looked ahead and could see the altar candles.

“Oh Flora, remember Thou shalt not commit adultery is one of the Ten Commandments,“ he said. “Stop then.” She said quietly. “You do not want me to Harlot, you are soaking wet and moaning with pleasure. Or shall I stop?” He knew her answer, she shook her head. “So temptress, you wanted this did you not?”

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By *onsi69Man
over a year ago

llanfairpg

Truly fantastic x

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By *arriedfun51Man
over a year ago

Northern Ireland

great story,more pls

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

She didn’t answer, “maybe you dont want cock then?” Father Michael asked. He withdrew from her. “Stay right there” he instructed. She knew he had moved away. Then she felt it on her back, what the hell was that. It was hot and runny. She realised he’d got one of the altar candles and was dripping wax onto her back and buttocks. “You need redemption, Flora.” “That is hot.” She stuttered although she knew it wasn’t burning her. “Well we need to exorcise the demons from you Flora, you need to earn God’s forgiveness for your recent behaviour. “

He was dripping more wax from height and it was cooler by the time it made contact with her skin. She wondered what the wax looked like against her skin. Then it stopped, she felt leather across her peachy bum. He had that belt again, “Say God forgive me after each strike Flora.” “Why am I asking forgiveness? You started all this not me” she exclaimed. “Oh” he replied, “you’re going to be insolent? That is 6 more then” another strike fell across her bottom. It hurt and she wanted to cry, there was no way though he was having that satisfaction. After each strike she repeated “God forgive me.” It was not God she was worried about, it was her husband waiting at home, watching football and none the wiser.

They heard a rattling “Father Michael, are you in there.” It was Miss Potts, the organist. She could not see her like this. “Stay quiet harlot.” Father Michael whispered in her ear. What would Miss Potts think if she witnessed this scene. Flora leant prostrate over the altar with her dress up, collar and lead round her neck, bottom on display covered in wax and welts from the belt.

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By *onsi69Man
over a year ago

llanfairpg

Prays miss Potts is in on it....

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By *eet or funMan
over a year ago

peterborough

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Miss P obviously thought no-one was there and gave up trying the door. She felt Father Michael behind her again, he took hold of her hair and her head was pulled back slightly. She could feel his hard cock buffering against her entrance.

“Do you take contraception Flora?” He asked.

“ you know I am not allowed Father, it is against my faith.” She responded. “I am going to fill you with my seed, and hopefully breed you. We are going to do this every week until you are with child.” She knew he meant what he said. The thought filled her with shame and such euphoria at the same time. She felt him enter her and the waves of an orgasm began to ripple through her body. After he had finished, she sat on his knee and he stroked her hair. She was shaking with the aftermath of orgasming heavily. “Time to go home,” he said “or your husband will wonder where you are. “

Flora got to her feet unsteadily and out of the church, back along the footpath home.

She snuck back in the house, thank goodness he was already in bed. They slept separately nowadays. She crept upstairs and into her bedroom. Slowly undressed, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her bottom was covered in welts from the belt,she even had some bite marks on her. Christ, there was even a love bite on her left breast. She looked like a wanton woman. He had said he was marking her to show she was his.

Flora found some cream to put on her sore bits. It was cold and soothing. She cleaned her teeth and fell into bed, exhausted. She thought back to what had happened that evening. What if she was pregnant? How was she explaining that, as she hadn’t had sex with Mr H for ages. He just never seemed interested.

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By *us man1957Man
over a year ago

Guildford

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By *Bigal.Man
over a year ago

attlebourough

Great story keep it coming

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

More

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"Great story keep it coming "

Thanks.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Great story Bronte . I have always had a fantasy if fucking someone o er the alter in a church . I do hope there is more to come in this hot horny story

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By *arriedfun51Man
over a year ago

Northern Ireland

great story

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By *asey666Man
over a year ago

Dublin 13

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

As she thought of events, Flora felt turned on. She began to finger herself, playing with her swollen orb, she was still wet with her own juices plus she had his spunk inside her too. Reaching to the side of the bed, she found her wand. Quickly plugged it in and held it on her clitoris. It felt so good. Flora pinched one of her nipples, wishing Father Michael was there to assist.

She thought he really didn’t want her to wear knickers to Church. There was a service in the morning. She would wear her blue polka dot dress and nothing else. Sit at the front, with her legs slightly apart, so he could see up her dress during his sermon. Flora wondered if that would put him off his train of thought. Hopefully it would, she felt the need for forgiveness so would ask to pray privately with him too.

The wand was really getting her going now and she felt herself begin to orgasm. What was wrong with her, she was becoming insatiable. She fell asleep quickly, thinking it would soon be Sunday.

Father Michael watched at his parishioners filed in for the Sunday service. Flora walked in, holding hands with her husband. Talking animatedly to others, then walking up to the front. He felt a stirring in his loins that he tried to ignore. She put things into his mind that no one else ever had.

He had prepared his sermon with her in mind. Everyone was now seated, he nodded to the organist who started playing “Lord of the Dance.” Everyone joined in, he felt Flora watching him. The hymn came to an end.

Father Michael climbed up into the pulpit. He was about to start when he glanced at Flora, the hussy was sat with a dress that was far too short. She had no knickers on, he could see everything. He felt so turned on, but couldn’t do anything about it.

He began his sermon : Colossians 3:5;-

“So put to death the sinful, earthly things lurking within you. Have nothing to do with sexual immorality, impurity, lust, and evil desires. Don’t be greedy, for a greedy person is an idolater, worshiping the things of this world.”

When it was time for communion, he blessed the host and waited for those who were confirmed to come forward. It was Flora’s turn. She was looking up at him, her lipstick tempting him. Damn that woman, she would be his undoing.

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