Feature Writer: HeyAll
Feature Title: CHURCH GIRL DISCIPLINE
Published: 01.12.2016
Story Codes: Religious Themes, BDSM
Synopsis: Necessary punishment from the priest and nun
Author’s Notes: Special thanks to letitallgo2014 for her unique thoughts and philosophies / Your votes & comments are appreciated.
Church Girl Discipline
She studied the priest with a cautious intensity. She analyzed everything about his facial features as they sat closely together; examining his sharp eyes, the lines on his face, his prominent nose and chin, and the few streaks of grey on the sides of his slicked back hair. She even took time to notice his perfectly pressed black outfit and the white collar around his neck.
Celeste wished that she could read his mind, praying that he wouldn’t be mad at her, or judge her in any particularly harsh way.
“Tell me more about your transgressions against the teachings that God had bestowed upon us,” Father James said calmly, with that booming deep voice of his.
She hung her head. As a devout Catholic, this had given her so much shame and self-loathing. Worse, she had enjoyed it. As a young woman nearing her 20’s, were these feelings normal? This internal struggle. She had no idea. There was no one else to turn to, except for Father James. Surely he must know, right?
Thankfully they were alone in his private chamber, on the upstairs floor of the church. The building was an old structure, but large enough to accommodate everyone in the area. In their tight knit religious community, this church represented the strong moral values which they had all cherished. Due to a recent passing, Father James was now the moral authority of the town, a position he took with the utmost pride and prestige.
Celeste looked him in the eyes. “It was with a classmate from my university studies.”
“You gave him your purity?”
There was a look in Father James’ eyes that was piercing and deep. As if it could penetrate Celeste’s soul and condemn her to eternal damnation, with just that very look. She gulped, hard.
“Not all of my purity,” she said, hoping it would make things better. “Only part of it.”
“Be specific.”
Celeste gulped hard again. “My mouth.”
“And?”
Once again, the priest gave a sharp glare without intending to. That was just the natural reaction he so often gave. It was because he cared, Celeste liked to think, and that was part of the reason she had to confide her transgressions to him, a man of God.
She nervously twirled her fingers together. “I let him touch me. Down below.”
“Through your dress, undergarments, or bare skin?”
This was pure torture.
“I let him touch my bare skin,” she admitted.
Father James leaned in closer. “Did he force himself?”
“No. No, he didn’t. It was consensual.”
The stoic priest turned away and rubbed his chin while he thought. There was something pressing on his mind, and Celeste wondered what it was. Surely this has happened before. Surely this man has heard about sexual transgressions throughout his years. So what was the dilemma?
Celeste expected this to go differently. She wanted to confess her sins of the flesh, receive her penance, be told that she was still a good girl, and maybe even cry a few tears if it came to that.
“Those on the choir must be pure,” he finally stated in a firm manner. “And purity must be absolute for those performing Mass on the birthday of our Lord and Savior.”
How badly Celeste wanted to weep. It was like a stab in the gut. She had been with the church choir since her teens. She had always loved to sing and perform. It brought her joy, along with joy to her family. Plus all her friends were involved with the choir too, so they always had a good time during rehearsals and performing together.
Christ’s Mass was different though. It was the most prestigious event given the importance of its date. Everyone in town would attend this event, wearing their best clothes, and would celebrate afterwards. Those in the choir would also dress in special gowns and have their hair fixed with extra attention.
The thought of being unable to perform during Christ’s Mass felt like a devastating blow and she fought back the tears, resisting the urge to break down in front of this holy man.
How utterly humiliating it would be for her if she were removed from this service. What would she tell her family and friends? A tear ran down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away.
“Please,” she said softly. “There has to be another way.”
Father James gave a look of sorrow. “These rules have been in place long before I was assigned to this church. The rules have never changed, as I understand it. The choir girls must be virgins, so that their voices ring with purity.”
“But…I’m still a virgin, based on the definition of the word.”
He shook his head. “I’m not so sure. The definition is open to some interpretation, but it’s better to air on the side of caution. I will not defile the day of Christ’s Mass in any way, shape, or form.”
“What about my repentance?” Celeste shot back respectfully. “What about penance for my sins? I could have kept this a secret but I came to you instead. Do I get punished instead? Punished for being honest?”
The young woman had a point, and it was something the priest had to consider, after all, he was a fair man and it was his job to encourage confessions and guidance, not to discourage it. It was an important point to consider.
He thought quickly and rubbed his chin again. His role certainly wasn’t easy and obviously involved a lot of dilemmas, especially in the area of moral standing.
“It would be harsh to deny you this opportunity,” he conceded.
Celeste’s eyes went wide. “So you’ll let me perform?”
“I’m not saying that either.”
“Then, what? Can I continue my repentance? Beg forgiveness from the Lord? Will you help me?”
He gave a short nod. “I am here for you. Always.”
“Thank you, Father.”
“To be candid, physical desires are the most frequent things that people confess to me. It’s the hardest sin to overcome. The flesh is weak and has its craving.”
“Then you must understand,” she said cautiously.
A conflicted look came over Father James’ face. Of course he understood! He is a man like any other man, with needs, longings, and desires. But as a holy priest, this was nobody’s concern but his own. Celeste understood this by the simple expression on his face.
He changed the subject. “Was your physical transgression out of love, or was it purely desire?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, it does matter. If you plan on marrying this man, then the sin is considered to be lesser.”
With great regret, Celeste shook her head and felt even more embarrassed over this whole thing. She didn’t love the guy she had transgressed with; in fact, she didn’t even want to marry him. It was purely lust of the highest order.
The look on her face was clear and she knew that the priest understood it.
“He’s someone I enjoy spending time with,” she said. “We’re friends.”
“Friends don’t cause each other to sin.”
Celeste hung her head briefly. “I know.”
“Was he the pursuer? Or were you?”
“He was.”
Father James nodded. “Did this young man pressure you? Coerce you?”
“He commanded me when we were alone.”
“Commanded you?” the priest asked with a tone of disbelief.
And his disbelief was reasonable too. Celeste was a smart girl, who was strong and devout. How could a young man have commanded her to sex? It was something Celeste couldn’t fully understand either.
“Yes, he commanded me,” she said. “Not forcefully. But the way he asked. There was something about his command which drew me to him, which made me obey him in that way. I felt it was intoxicating.”
“In what way? Be specific. Do you mean sexually?”
She slowly nodded. “Yes. I was commanded sexually, and I obeyed his commands.”
“I am familiar with this concept of sexual control,” he said calmly.
“You are?”
“Women speak to me. Men, too. I hear everything. I know the secrets of human flesh. I know the weaknesses and desires.”
“Then you must forgive me,” she pleaded. “Am I a sinner?”
“You’ve committed a sin, because only God commands, and a husband can command his wife; all stated in the good Book. What you’ve done is outside the scope of moral law.”
Celeste wanted to weep. “I can stop it. I will force myself to stop!”
“In all my years in the priesthood, I can tell you that human desire is unstoppable. You are unmarried, and you will not marry the man you’ve transgressed with.”
She clenched her eyes shut. “I will stop seeing him. I promise I will stop.”
“How many times have you obeyed him sexually?”
“Several.” Her voice was shaky and tears nearly burst.
“How many? Be precise with your answer, as it is important for you to be forgiven.”
“Eight times,” she said, opening her watery eyes to look at the priest. “We did things eight times.”
“How far did you transgress with each meeting? Tell me honestly.”
Celeste felt her cheeks burn. “We did the same things each time. When he commanded me, I exposed my womanhood to him, so he could see inside. I let him touch the outer part only. He never went inside, I swear!”
“And your mouth?”
She gulped. “I took his penis inside my mouth. Until he climaxed and white fluids gushed from it.”
“Did you…” The priest was far too modest to finish this sentence.
She nodded in humiliation. “I swallowed it.”
“Every time?”
“Yes,” she nodded again. “Please, I beg to be forgiven. There must be a way. Performing on Christ’s Mass is everything to me. I want penance for my sins! I will do anything to be forgiven!”
Father James was a strong man who resisted allowing his emotions and sympathy for Celeste to interfere with his judgment. Upholding his vows was everything to him. Like many in the priesthood, he had seen his fair share of crying and begging, and he never let that interfere with his decisions.
But issues of morality and sex were always tricky. Father James wasn’t the man who made the rules; he only provided guidance and clarity, and upheld the rules of this sacred church. But where did the rules fall on this? He simply did not know. He understood his own limitations as a priest and as a man.
“I will consult with Sister Mary,” he said in a soothing tone, to make Celeste feel at ease. “As a woman, she will help guide me in these matters. I feel that is the fairest solution.”
“Thank you.”
Although Celeste thanked the priest, she secretly dreaded this. That particular nun was known for her stern authority. She had been with this church far longer than Father James had, and was integral in running it.
Even worse, Sister Mary used to be Celeste’s teacher and had disciplined her a few times with a ruler across her bottom. Celeste could still feel the stinging sensation across her butt whenever she saw this nun, a feeling she’d never forget.
Her eyes were locked on Father James as he left his private chamber and headed down the stairs to look for the nun. Celeste hunched over a little, feeling sick in the pit of her stomach, and sat upright again to look around the room. She admired the priest’s devout way of living, and it reflected in his chamber.
She estimated that took a few minutes before Father James returned with the nun by his side. They entered the private chamber and shut the door. There they were, both standing in their black outfits.
Making matters even more intimidating, the nun had brought with her a leather travel bag, which she had placed on the floor.
Although the priest had an intimidating aura about him, he always tried his best to be open with people, and to understand their problems. Sister Mary, on the other hand, was unrepentant in her icy demeanor. She stood tall with a robust, voluptuous figure which reflected her middle age.
By the cold, nearly angry look on the nun’s face, Celeste realized that this wasn’t going to be easy. They stood near Celeste, who was still sitting down, and the priest spoke:
“Fortunately, we both agree that you should be given a chance to perform at Christ’s Mass,” the priest stated. “However, Sister Mary feels you should be punished for your transgressions as penance. Frankly, I’m inclined to agree. You have sinned on multiple occasions and should face a rigorous atonement process.”
“I understand,” Celeste answered, secretly hating this.
The priest continued, “Sister Mary has recommended rather unorthodox means for your penance. But we agree that it should be enough to allow you to perform during Mass.”
At this point, Celeste felt more like a prisoner than anything else. But this was her choice. She wanted this, no matter how torturous this was going to be. She wanted to seek forgiveness, no matter what the cost. However they chose to discipline her, she deserved it, she thought.
Celeste tried to appear brave. “I understand, and I’ll do anything.”
When the priest and nun looked at each other and nodded in agreement, Celeste knew that it could only spell trouble for her. After all, the only time it ever seemed like Sister Mary ever agreed with anyone was to dole out punishment.
Sure enough, Sister Mary stepped forward, looking as intimidating as ever, with her voluptuous body, stone face, and large wooden cross that hung across her chest.
“Did you enjoy letting the young man defile your body?” the nun asked, with a tone which suggested that you better not lie to her.
Celeste breathed deeply. “I did.”
“And you said that he commanded you. Meaning you like to take orders and be at someone else’s mercy, don’t you?”
“Well…umm….yes?”
The nun’s eyebrows arched, making her look even more menacing. Although Sister Mary wanted the truth, she didn’t seem happy to receive it.
“Explain yourself,” the nun said. “Explain to us why you would let a young man, who is not your husband, desecrate your body in such a demeaning way.”
Celeste felt her cheeks burning again, which she was certain had become a bright shade of red. The humiliation of having to explain herself to this cold-hearted nun and the respected priest was almost unbearable. But she had wanted this. This is necessary, she thought. It was her chance at forgiveness so she could perform at Mass.
“It made me feel good,” Celeste said in a small voice. “Like I was comforted in some way.”
The nun winced. “You felt good by taking a man’s penis in your mouth?”
“It’s not just that. Well…I liked that it made him feel good. And it made me feel good in return. I can’t explain it. These are power feelings inside me.”
The nun stared right through Celeste. “Did he touch your body?”
“Yes,” she reluctantly nodded.
“Roughly, I’d imagine. He used your mouth and brought submission to your body, and you enjoyed that aspect, didn’t you?”
Celeste nodded again. “Yes.”
“You’re one of those kinds of women,” the nun said with blatant disdain. “I’ve heard about women like you, and your lustful, sinful ways. Abhorrent! Disgusting!”
Tears welled in Celeste’s eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Where did that conniving young man touch you, Celeste?” the nun asked sternly, in a strongly demanding way.
Celeste brought her hand below and gestured to her crotch and butt, then around her breast area.
“These parts,” Celeste said.
“And how far did he go inside of your mouth?” the nun asked, as if in disgust.
She gulped. “Near my throat.”
Both the nun and the priest paused. It was like they were disgusted hearing this, particularly Sister Mary, who had always had a powerful disdain for sexual acts outside of procreation. The expression on Father James’ face was harder to read, but Celeste was hopeful that he was more understanding about this.
“It’s time for the cleanse,” Father James stated. “The Sister has advised me on a particular method we may use. It’s unorthodox, but your body and soul should be sufficiently cleaned, so that you may perform at Christ’s Mass.”
“Is this the only way?”
“Yes,” the priest said bluntly.
Celeste held her chin up. “Do whatever you need. Cleanse me for the Lord so that I may be forgiven.”
The priest and nun exchanged glances once more. They were ready for the acts they were about to perform. Sister Mary lifted the leather travel bag and placed it on the table, opening it.
“Undo your blouse,” Sister Mary said.
Father James nodded his affirmation. “Do what she says.”
“Why?” Celeste tensed hard, clenching her chest.
“We need to cleanse your defiled parts,” he explained. “That includes your breasts and other areas. Now, expose them.”
Celeste fought her urges of shame. After all, these are holy people, serving God the best way they can. They were here to help, much like a doctor would. That’s how she fought the shame of this all, by treating this as a doctor’s visit, where the goal was her health; nothing nefarious to it.
Gathering up her courage, she began to unbutton the top of her dress, loosening each tie and pulling them apart. She did the same with her blouse, taking every ounce of bravery she possessed to undo everything.
While still wearing her dress, she pulled the front of her top down to reveal her breasts to the holy figures. Those pert tits of hers. Slightly bigger than handfuls, with a curved round bottom, and pink nipples which were already erect from exposure. For a moment, Celeste was afraid that they would mistake her erect nipples for a sign of arousal. How tragic, she thought.
They stared at her bare tits, then the nun reached into the leather bag for a long thread of rope and a water container. Were her sins really this bad? Celeste had to wonder.
“Remain still,” Sister Mary said, putting down the water container and approaching her with the rope. “I’m going to bind your breasts.”
“Bind them? Why?”
“No questions,” the nun shot back. “You’re lucky enough to cleanse yourself of these sins.”
And so Celeste remained silent, as the nun forcefully went to work, wrapping the rope tightly around each of Celeste’s tits, causing them to form a round shape from the squeezing. She looked down and saw that her tied breasts were turning red, and that her nipples were now protruding as a result, while also turning a dark shade of red. Next, the nun tied the breasts together, giving them an intense feeling of pain, with a hint of unexpected pleasure.
The nun stepped back, and they both looked at Celeste with those bound breasts.
“Now for your cleansing,” the nun said, reaching for the container. “This is holy water. You’ll need it.”
The nun repeated chants in Latin while pouring the holy water onto her fingers, then throwing it all over Celeste’s bound breasts. For her part, Celeste did her best to remain brave and to accept it. What other choice did she have?
Father James reached down and softly rubbed each of Celeste’s tits, which were now becoming sore. At first it was soothing. But then he squeezed them, making them ache further, and pinched her nipples hard, making her scream. All while the nun continued chanting in Latin.
“This is to purify your breasts,” the priest said to calm her. “Now we’ll need to purify the rest of you.”
Sister Mary added, “Where else did that young man touch you?”
You know where! Celeste wanted to scream at them. Of course, she would never do that. Yelling at church authority was outside of her character. So she remained calm about it and accepted the humiliation.
“My butt,” she said softly. “And my vagina.”
“Bare skin, correct?” the nun clarified.
Celeste nodded. “Yes, my bare skin.”
The priest and nun exchanged glances once again. They didn’t need to speak. This had already been planned out when they spoke earlier. They knew exactly what they were going to do in an effort to cleanse Celeste of her immoral sinning ways.
“Please stand,” Father James said. “And lay face down on the table, bending over, with your feet on the floor. It will be okay. The sooner we begin, the sooner this will all be over.”
As she stood, Father James quickly cleared the small table, pushing everything aside, moving things, and placing the leather bag onto the floor. Celeste had never felt so defeated. She simply obeyed and bent over, so that her feet remained on the floor, and the side of her face was pressing down on the wooden, dirty table.
Worse, those sore, bound tits of hers were also pressed onto the hard table, making them ache with more pressure. And her nipples. Goodness, those nipples of her must have become a dark shade of red by now from all the squeezing.
“Relax,” the priest said soothingly. “Don’t resist.”
I wasn’t going to, she thought.
She felt hands sliding up her dress. It must be the nun’s hands, she figured, as Father James would never do such a flagrant thing to her. As the hands went all the way up her dress, Celeste felt, in one swoop, her panties being yanked down to her ankles. Now she was bottomless, with the dress covering her modesty. She lifted each foot so that her panties could be taken away.
Celeste felt her shoes being removed, one at a time, and she helped by lifting each foot. She became barefoot on the hard floor. Then she felt her ankles being gently nudged apart, so that her legs became spread. Then wider.
She felt the priest and nun tying each of her ankles with separate pieces of rope to a different leg of the table. Now her legs couldn’t move, or resist, from that spread position.
Finally, and most shocking of all, her dress had been lifted and tossed over her back, leaving her naked womanhood on full display for these holy people to see. She wanted to die of embarrassment, but forced herself to remain strong.
“Be brave,” the priest said, clenching her hand. “Sister Mary will paddle your bottom to vanquish the evil. It will be painful. But you will endure.”
Celeste turned wide-eyed as the priest clenched her hand tighter, and she clenched his hand in return.
The first strike of the paddle was painful, but it was a soft blow. She fully understood that this was only the beginning. Sure enough, the second blow came from the wide, wooden paddle. It stung more, giving her a chilly feeling on her butt, and it made a loud slapping noise which echoed in the private chamber. Then another. And another.
She gritted her teeth hard with each spank of the paddle. Then there was a moment of pause and she prayed this was all over.
“May your flesh be absolved of sin,” the nun said, putting down the paddle so that she could flicker holy water onto Celeste’s sore butt. “We will need to continue.”
Sister Mary put down the holy water and wielded the paddle once again, this time hurling slurs along with the blows.
“Heathen!”
The paddle crashed against Celeste’s butt, more painfully this time.
“Sinner!”
An even harder blow, causing Celeste’s eyes to water and her jaw to clench.
“Whore!”
The room echoed as Celeste was being punished to the extreme, with a tear rolling down her cheek.
“Relish the pain,” Sister Mary said harshly. “For this pain will lead you towards the path of salvation.”
Celeste rested her face on the wooden table. Now the aching in her breasts was the least of her worries. It felt like her butt was on fire and she wanted to burst into tears so badly.
Yet with the pain also came pleasure. Ironically, the feelings of lust and desire had returned. Instead of casting out the sins, this was only fueling the fire. Celeste prayed that neither the priest nor the nun would notice that her pussy was most certainly wet from this spanking and powerful act of sexual submission.
A soothing feeling came unexpectedly. Sister Mary had poured holy water onto her hand and rubbed Celeste’s butt with it, to cleanse her of sin, and to ease the fiery pain.
“We’re not done yet,” Sister Mary said. “That deviant young man had touched your womanhood, hasn’t he?”
“Yes,” Celeste groaned.
The paddle was tossed to the floor, thank goodness. Celeste felt a hand now rubbing her pussy, spread wide open from the ankle bondage holding her legs apart. Sister Mary was now rubbing her cunt. How good it felt. How amazing. Celeste cursed herself for enjoying the sexual touch of a Sister of God.
But that was short lived. The caressing stopped, and the nun slapped Celeste’s pussy. It caused her to scream as her clitoris was directly targeted. She screamed more as the nun spanked her pussy harder. Screams of pain. Screams of pleasure.
Celeste couldn’t decide why she was screaming. All she knew was that her body was reacting to this intense sensation that she was now feeling, at the hands of this authoritarian nun.
“Please, stop!” she begged.
“No!”
More slaps came. Sister Mary slapped the pussy in fast, consecutive motions, causing Celeste’s toes to curl and her legs to stiffen.
“Please, you have to!” she begged further. “You have to stop!”
“Why!? This is your penance! You want forgiveness, don’t you!?”
Celeste cried, “I do!”
“Then what is it?!”
“If you don’t stop…I’ll…I’ll…”
Of course, the nun didn’t stop. She wasn’t one to back down, especially not from a moral sinner like Celeste, who was bound and helpless on the table.
More slaps came to Celeste’s pussy, fast and hard, hitting her open cunt, labia, and clitoris. Her body tensed hard and her lower back arched. Her toes curled so hard, she thought they would remain in that position forever.
She screamed for mercy as the slaps rained down on her pussy, and a sudden rush of fluids ejected from her womanhood. She panted and cried as more fluids gushed. God, what a humiliation. What a punishment. What pleasure. What joy.
Her face fell onto the table and her muscles relaxed. She breathed hard and trickles of sweat had formed around her.
The nun stood in front of her face. When Celeste looked up at her, she saw that mean glare.
“Your womanhood has been purified,” Sister Mary stated, then held out her hand. “But this still leaves unanswered questions about you. Drink it! Know what a sinner you still are!”
There was a puddle of fluids in the palm of Sister Mary’s hand. It was Celeste’s fluids. The nun brought her hand to Celeste’s mouth and forced her to suck it up, which she did. It was Celeste’s first time tasting herself, and she did so to help finish the process.
Sister Mary stepped back, and Father James came into view again.
“We need to cleanse your mouth,” he said, rubbing her hair as she lay bound on the table. “This is almost over. Okay?”
“Yes…” she slurred.
To her unexpected surprise, Father James lifted his robe and undid his pants in the most casual manner. He fished out his penis in front of her face, holding it in his hand. It was halfway erect and bigger than the guy in her university class.
She gulped, wondering why this man of God was exposing himself so openly in front of her face. She watched the penis stiffen, possibly with excitement, and she understood why.
Father James brought the cock to her mouth. “Now, show us how you did it, Celeste. Take me where you took your classmate.”
The nun brought the container of holy water and poured it across the priest’s erect penis. It shined from the water and further stiffened.
Celeste looked Father James in the eyes. “Are you sure? I’m…I’m embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. We are here for your benefit. For your sake.”
He stepped closer, bringing himself within an inch from her mouth. She did her holy duty and opened her mouth wide enough to take the penis inside, leaning forward to take in the most respected member of the community, this priest which her family had known for many years.
Celeste closed her lips around his shaft and was officially sucking the cock of the revered priest. Her mouth was now filled with a hard cock and holy water; a most unusual combination, she thought. She then did what she did for her previous partner, which was to provide pleasure in the most submissive, delicate way.
Although she was still very much inexperienced, she knew what made a man feel good, and how to make white substance shoot from the tip of his penis. She sucked tightly. She slowly bobbed her head. When it was in deep, she focused solely on her mouth’s suction. When only the tip of his penis was in her mouth, she focused on sucking and swirling her tongue around the ever-sensitive head of the cock, making him groan.
“Take it deeper,” Father James commanded. “Take me to the top of your throat, so your voice can be cleansed for Christ’s Mass. So the people can hear you sing with purity.”
How joyful those words made her feel. The priest pushed himself deeper into her mouth, and she accepted it, relaxing her throat so that she could accept more. Even after that intense climax between her legs, Celeste still felt those forbidden desires of sexual immorality raging within her.
As she sucked his cock while bound to the table — her wet pussy and butt still exposed — Celeste wondered if this was all for nothing. This was supposed to absolve her of sin, yet her pussy had never been so wet in her entire life. She had never felt so overwhelmed. As she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock, she wondered how badly her pussy was dripping from all these terrible emotions, and if the nun was looking at it, quietly judging her for being so aroused.
But those worries weren’t as important as pleasing the cock in her mouth. The priest rubbed his hand through her hair and spoke:
“Swallow what I give you,” he said with a heaving breath. “Just like you’ve done those times before. Swallow. Cleanse yourself.”
She only sucked on the tip of his cock, working her tongue, as the priest stroked himself in an almost violent manner. Celeste wondered how long it had been since the priest had last been with a woman, and how pent up he must have been sexually.
The answer came as Father James bucked his hips and shot a massive load of cum to the top of her mouth, which also coated her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. The second shot was just as big, going in deeper to the back of her throat, which nearly made her gag. She did her best to gulp and swallow everything down, so nothing would be wasted, and she wouldn’t gag on it.
After several heavy spurts of cum, Father James finally relented, and his once raging hard cock was now becoming flaccid. This left an unusual mixture of sperm and holy water in Celeste’s mouth, a taste which she’d never forget, as she tried licking her lips clean and gulping it all down to remove the flavor of it.
“Your penance is complete,” he said with gratification, gently rubbing his hand through her hair. “You will sing center stage at Christ’s Mass, as you are now the purest of them all.”
Celeste beamed and smiled, “Thank you, Father.”
Before the priest could reply, there was a knock at the door.
“Father James,” a feminine voice called from the other side of the door. “The new mayor is here to see you.”
The priest answered back that he’d be down in a moment.
“Fix yourself properly,” Father James said to Celeste as he used a cloth to wipe his penis clean, tucking it away under his black robe. “Then come down. Pay your respects to the new mayor.”
Father James left the chamber and the nun was left with the task of undoing the bondage. It felt so good having the ropes removed from her breasts. Blood flowed again. Celeste could feel life returning to those sensitive tits of hers.
“You did well,” Sister Mary said, putting the rope back into the bag. “You’re a strong young woman. But I still have some concern. I saw how wet you became when the Father was in your mouth.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, Sister,” she tensed nervously, before deciding whether to reveal her true thoughts. “It’s just…that’s the way God made me, I suppose.”
The nun knelt down. “I’m going to unbind your ankles. And I’m going to help you. You’re right, God made you this way. Who am I to judge God’s creations?”
Sister Mary got directly behind Celeste’s open pussy and butt, and while undoing the ankle bondage, she pressed her face in between Celeste’s womanhood. Celeste gasped aloud as the authoritarian nun tongued her wet pussy and asshole, slurping down the fluids in a ravished way. The nun did this for several seconds, plunging her tongue deeply in each hole, probing around, sucking the fluids from Celeste’s pussy especially.
Sister Mary pulled her tongue away when the ankle bondage was undone, allowing Celeste to pull her dress down and stand upright once again. They both stood face to face. The nun seemed unabashed by what she had just done.
“I will keep this,” Sister Mary said, holding Celeste’s panties. “It’s so I can pray for you.”
“Yes, Sister Mary. I understand.”
“And I trust the last part I did for you will remain our secret. Father James certainly doesn’t need to know about that.”
For once, there was a crack in the nun’s icy cold demeanor. She was slightly nervous, and Celeste knew it.
All Celeste could do was smile. “Yes, Sister, I agree that this should remain our secret. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m expected in the church hall. And by the way, before you come down, there’s something on the side of your lips.”
The nun blushed hard as she used the back of her hand to wipe pussy fluids away from her mouth. Celeste politely excused herself once again, put on her shoes, and left; smiling to herself as she exited the chamber.
THE END