The Priest Teaches His Flock-Ch 4-5

She felt his hands running over her flesh, unable to stop him from fondling her body. He squeezed her breasts hard almost stopping her from reading. She felt her bra strap tension release, her bra hanging uselessly from her shoulders. Her breasts were firm and perky, able to be supported without the bra. She hesitantly complied with his request, letting the bra slip from her arms one at a time until it fell to the floor. She looked in the mirror again, her naked breasts highlighted by the shiny metal cross nestled between them. She continued to read, waiting for his hands to return, knowing that he would now be able to molest her naked breasts. This was the second time Father John had done this to her. Had stripped her naked to her waist.

He whispered in her ear, “boys will test your religious beliefs,” his hands moving around to heft her large globes up in his palm, feeling the soft, warm flesh filling his hands. His fingers moved to her nipples, snapping his finger back and forth over the hardening buds, feeling her body shudder as her nipples lengthened to over an inch. “They will rub your nipples like this, trying to turn you onto sex. You must resist the temptation, even when they squeeze them hard like this,” his fingers grabbing the nipples between two fingers and tightening on them. He pulled her nipples hard, pulling them from her body, stretching them out over two inches, her back arching to prevent the strain.

It was becoming harder and harder to continue reading. Father John’s hands were abusing her breasts, especially her nipples. She could feel the sharp pain in the tips as his fingers crushed them, turning and twisting them, blood squeezed from the tips. His penis seemed to be getting bigger, his hips pushing the steely rod against her butt, moving back and forth. It was humiliating for her to be fondled at will by Father John, his hands moving over her naked flesh, unable to prevent the abuse of her body.

“You’re doing a good job, Sally,” his hands leaving her nipples, but continuing to heft her large tits in his palm, loving the feeling of the young tit flesh. He continued to caress them, his fingers moving over them, clenching and unclenching on them, feeling them, loving the resiliency in them.

She felt him leave her, moving away from her, his hands no longer on her breasts, his penis no longer rubbing against her butt. Was he finished with her? She did not have to wait long for an answer, hearing him drag a chair over behind her. She looked in the mirror, Father John sitting behind her, quickly catching a glimpse of his hands moving towards her hips, her eyes darting back to the bible in front of her, continuing to read. She felt his hands move onto her hips, hands all too familiar with her body, now moving down below her waist.

“God will test you with boys, making them try to get into your pants, Sally. You must resist their advances, do not let them get you sexually aroused. If you know what they are going to try to do to you, you will know how to stop them. I will help you. I will show you what they want. I will show you what not to let them do.” His hands moved down to run sensuously over her ass cheeks. He could feel how firm they were, feeling her tighten the muscles as his hands rubbed over them.

What was he going to do to her now? He had tried to feel her between her legs before when she was spread on the desk. He’d had run out of time, seconds before his fingers would have violated her sex. His hands now returned, this time to her tight butt, his fingers grabbing her flesh, clenching it like he did to her breasts. 

“Spread your legs for me, Sally. You have very beautiful thighs, the boys will love to make you open them and let them run their hands up and down them, always trying to get into your pants.”

Sally resigned herself to her fate, allowing her legs to open, spread apart at least a foot. She continued to read from the bible, waiting for the touch she knew was coming, waiting for Father John’s hands to move between her legs and grab her thighs. 

“You can do better then that, Sally, wider, spread your legs wider, like you did on the desk. The boys like little girls with their legs spread wide.” He always enjoyed making them spread their legs open, leaving them vulnerable to his fondling. He knew that soon Sally would make a mistake. A mistake that would cost her a punishment. It would be back onto the desk to spread her legs open wide, wider then was comfortable, splitting her up the middle. The crosses would be back, making her comply, making her open and vulnerable to him. If she didn’t allow him access to between her legs now, she would when she was spread on the desk. He nudged her legs with his foot, making her spread her legs open, now over two feet. His hands grabbed her hips tightly, “more Sally, I want them open real wide,” his hand touching her knees, pushing out on them, opening her legs wider.

Sally kept opening her legs, but Father John kept insisting on more. His hands and fingers probed her, forcing her open, stretching her legs open. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her naked breasts heaving up and down, her nipples still red and swollen from his fingers, her legs now spread obscenely, Father John smiling as he enjoyed her humiliation. She continued to read from the bible, now having read over 30 pages. 

Father John went back to the task of feeling up her young body, now half naked before him, her legs spread wide, waiting for his touch, unable to prevent his fondling of her body. His cock felt like it was going to burst from his trousers, his hand reaching down to rub it. Sally would be making him cum again today, but this time he would be giving her communion. He would dump his cum into her hot, little mouth. His hands returned to her ass, feeling the flesh bunch beneath his fingers as he grabbed the tight flesh harshly, feeling her tightening her muscles as he did. “When God tempts you Sally, he is going to have boys lifting your skirts like I am doing, their inexperienced hands reaching under to grab your panty covered flesh.” He pulled up on her skirt, watching her naked legs gradually being revealed to him, her legs parted, her firm thighs available to his fondling. “You must fight the urge to get sexually aroused. It will be difficult, they will do many things to make you let them into your panties.”

His calloused hands were rubbing up and down her tender thighs, each time going higher and higher, moving between the “V” of her legs. She shivered in fear, afraid of what he intended to do once he reached the secret spot between her legs. She felt the bottom of her skirt pulled up and tucked into her waistband, naked from the waist down except for a thin pair of cotton panties. His hands returned to her butt again, grabbing her cheeks hard, fingers sliding up and down the crease, her ass cheeks clenched tightly, preventing his probing fingers from her most intimate parts. She felt his fingers reach the juncture of her legs, his hand now between her legs, grabbing her sex with his palm, his fingers pushing between her lips. “Please Father John, please don’t!” she finally cried out, unable to contain the molesting of her body any longer. She lowered her arms, the bible at her side, tears running down her face, humiliated at what she had been subjected to.

“Now, now, Sally, you did very good, you did the best you could in resisting God’s temptations. It is a very difficult task, especially for a young girl like you.” He let her skirt fall back into place, standing beside her, grabbing the bible from her hand.

“Thank you, Father John, I will try harder next time, I promise,” relieved that he understood. 

“I know you will Sally, I know you will try harder next time. You will remember the punishment you had to suffer, just like Jesus and you will try real harder,” smiling. He was waiting for this, waiting for the chance to punish her.

The look of shock made Father John’s cock jerk in his pants. She had thought she would not be punished. He always loved that, such naïve young girls.

“No, you’re not going to punish me, are you Father John? You said I did a good job. And I will try to do better next time, please, please,” she begged.

“You will do a better job next time because you will not want to endure the punishment again. You did a good job, but you failed God’s test. For that you must be punished. Now step over to the desk, Sally.”

Chapter 4 The Punishment Again. 

“Not the desk, you’re not going to make me spread my legs wide again are you. That hurts soo much.” 

“You must learn, Sally, you must learn to obey. You disappointed God. You’re suffering shows that you are truly repentant. You want to repent for your sins, don’t you Sally? The more you suffer the punishment, the more you show God you want to repent for your sins.”

Sally knew she had no choice. She was going to be punished by Father John and she knew that he would make her suffer. “I will do whatever is required of me. I disappointed God.”

“I will help you repent your sins to God, Sally. I will make you suffer so God will know you are repentant of your sins.” He watched her half naked body move over to the large desk, her tits bouncing as she walked, her skirt still having fallen down covering her legs again. He would have it above her waist again real soon. “Onto the desk, Sally.”