Chapter 4
Angela had been comforted to find that there were no parishioners in any of the pews. She walked to the very last of the three curtained confessional booths and entered it. At once she knelt down, hastily crossed herself, and began to pray silently, suppressing a sniffle every now and again.
Suddenly she heard footsteps which grew closer, then stopped. She knew from this that the priest had come to hear her confession.
"F-forgive me, F-Father, for I have sinned," she blurted.
Then Angela uttered a loud sigh in which both relief and shame were mixed. But now the uneasy knowledge that she must tell the truth and yet not involve either her mother and father, or Betsy and least of all Father Edmund, weighted heavily upon her disoriented young mind.
"I am here, my daughter. How have you sinned?"
It was a deeply resonant baritone voice, and its very solemn one made her start and her lovely gray-green eyes widened with dismay. Was it possibly Father Joseph? No, he was white-haired and his voice cracked sometimes. Maybe it was Father Thomas, though usually his voice was lighter and less grave. Quickly striving to compose her rambling thoughts, she stammered, "I-I have had sinful th-thoughts, Father. About things of the flesh."
"Yes, my daughter? Go on!"
"I-I have done a forbidden thing ... w ... with myself at n ... night, Father."
"That is to say, you have played with yourself - is that correct?"
"Yes, Father. I ... I'm ashamed."
"Have you done this many times, my daughter?"
"N ... not as ... not as often as the last few days, Father. But ... but when - c ... can't sleep, sometimes I..."
"It is a selfish and corrupt thing, my daughter, and you must repent your sin. Also, you will tell me why it is that you have committed this sin more frequently than usual the last few days."
His voice was very deep, very grave now.
Squirming nervously on her knees, Angela Carruthers frantically tried to compose her thoughts into harmless words that would not betray those dearest to her.
"I-I - " she falteringly began.
"Yes, my daughter, I am waiting. Do not try to hide anything, for that in itself is a deception at this sacred moment of confession," the deep voice prompted her.
"I'm trying, Father. But - but I didn't actually do anything wrong - I mean, about what I saw, Father. It - it was just an accident - "
"Tell me about it, my daughter," the voice reproved her, and the note of impatience in it made the lovely young virgin squirm restlessly on her knees, as if seeking a less uncomfortable site from which to describe the shocking visions which had been revealed to her.
"Well, Father, accidentally, I - I saw a grownup woman in bed with ... with a man, and they - they were doing things, Father."
Angela's face turned crimson, her young breasts rose and fell erratically.
"He ... he was kneeling behind her, Father, and ... and pushing himself against ... against her b ... bottom, and she didn't have any clothes on."
"Was that all you saw, my child?"
"No ... no, Father. Later the same afternoon, I ... I went to see a girl I know, and the door was open and she ... she was in bed too, with a man, and they were both un ... undressed, and kissing and ... and things - " her voice trailed off.
"And you watched, without turning away, my daughter?"
"Y ... yes ... I know I shouldn't have, Father, but I ... I was so shocked, I didn't know what to do," Angela quavered, very close to tears.
"And on both those occasions, I take it, you played with yourself ?"
"Y ... yes ... I did, Father."
"That was a wicked sin of the flesh, my daughter. For your penance, say a hundred Hail Marys and humbly resolve not to offend either by eavesdropping on such damnable scenes or by gratifying your own weak, shameful flesh as you have told me you do, my daughter."
"I ... I will, Father."
"See that you do, my child. Now repeat the prayer of contrition with me, and then you may go. Say, 'Oh God, I am heartily sorry I have sinned and offended thee - ' "
Trembling and with bowed head, Angela repeated the prayer to the very end, and then heard the priest say, "Go now, daughter, and resolve to sin no more."
She rose unsteadily, her dimpled knees aching from the long sojourn on the hard leather-padded prayer stool, drew back the curtain and moved towards the door. She uttered a stifled cry of alarm. Someone seized her wrist and was drawing her round the booth towards the door of the sacristy. She saw the black robe of a priest, but she saw only his back.
There was a vague metallic click - the turning of the key in the lock - and then the priest turned to face her. She recoiled, a hand at her mouth, her eyes enormous. It was Father Edmund!
"Oh, my poor unhappy daughter, you have sinned grievously, and you must do penance," he said, shaking his head and staring at Angela, till she felt her knees threaten to give way.
"Father Edmund - -were you the one who - just now?"
"Yes, my child. Young though you are, Angela, there is latent corruption in you. To be able to stand by and watch fleshly wickedness without courageously shutting your eyes against its carnal temptations and, worst of all, to commit the dreadful sin of Onan, shows a deplorable weakness of character. Clearly, you must suffer corporal penance as well as the spiritual penance I have already imposed. Avow your wickedness, my child, and humbly submit yourself to this penance, that it may mortify your weak, yielding flesh and strengthen you to bear the tests which alone can redeem you for salvation."
"Yes, Father. I-I didn't mean to watch, honest I didn't - "
"Hush, child, do not add the sin of mendacity to your already numerous offenses!"
He shook a warning finger at the trembling girl. Then, taking hold of her wrist again, Father Edmund led her, unresisting, towards a straightbacked chair in which he seated himself. Next, to Angela's embarrassed consternation, he adroitly pulled her down over his lap.
"Ohh - Father Edmund - what?" she gasped in a choked, incredulous voice.
"Be still, Angela! I am going to administer the discipline called for by your transgressions of the flesh - it is only fitting that I chastise those parts of you which sinned," he announced as she squirmed helplessly over his knees.
Then he reached down to tug up her skirt and roll it high on her back, revealing the firm jouncy oval globes of her bottom shaped out in the most provocative way by the tight little white cotton panties.
His left arm clamped round her waist, and he passed his right palm lightly and lingeringly over the jutting, impudently upreared globes of her maiden bottom. Angela wriggled frantically, glancing fearfully back, her cheeks crimson with shame.
"Oh, please, Father Edmund. What are you g-going to do to me?"
"Chastise you, child, and on the place nature has designated for such discipline. It must, of course, be completely unprotected in order for the punishment to be effective. Prepare yourself, daughter, and remember, submission is a virtue that will redeem - though not entirely, to be sure - your many sins!"
To the girl's shame, Father Edmund inserted his fingers under the waistband of her little panties and began to tug them down. Angela implored him to spare her this supreme humiliation.
"Oh no ! Oh please, Father Edmund, leave my panties on - if - if you have to punish me, I - I'll submit. Please ... can't you punish me over them?"
"No, my daughter, it must be on the naked flesh, as I told you! Now lie still and resign yourself. And while I am administering correction, tell yourself it is for your own good and your ultimate salvation!"
As he concluded this declaration, Father Edmund's fingers gave an energetic tug and poor Angela found herself with her panties pulled inside out at the middle of her long, nervously muscled naked thighs, the satiny ovals of her virgin bottom lasciviously bared. A sobbing wail of mortification announced her anguish, followed by a squeal of mingled indignation and fear when his right palm again caressingly palpated the enticing contours.
"Submit yourself humbly, now, my child," he reminded her, pulling Angela in more closely with his left arm and edging it down over her right hip.
Then, lifting his other hand, he brought it down with a smart, noisy Smack!
"Ohhhh ! Oh please don't spank me, Father Edmund!" Angela groaned, her little hands clenched in front of her.
This was the first time she had ever been spanked on her bare butt. Only her mother had ever spanked her, and then over her panties or dress, on the spur of the moment for some childish prank. Angela's last actual spanking had occurred about three years ago. And that was exactly why she was crushed with humiliation and shame to find herself so ignominiously and helplessly draped across the priest's lap.
Smack! Smack!
Warming to his task, the black-robed priest applied two crisp, stinging blows with the flat of his palm, each against the ripest curve of a tensing, shivering bottom. Angela's feet kicked up in a flurry of distress and discomfort, while she again glanced back over her shoulder to try to beg herself off this atrociously humiliating penance. With all her might, she tightened the muscles of her up-raised naked behind, clenching her thighs together so that Father Edmund couldn't see the most intimate part of her exposed virginal body.
His hand rose and fell without pause. Half a dozen rapid but stinging slaps visited her upturned bare bottom, distributed from the top of the twitching, huddling oval globes to the base, just where her lovely long thighs merged. Angela twisted like an eel and finally rushed one hand back to cover up, sobbing, "Oh please don't, oh I'm so ashamed, Father Edmund!"
His answer was to swing his right leg out from under her while his left arm shifted her slightly forward. Then his free leg clamped solidly over her calves, preventing Angela from kicking while this angling of her body over one knee instead of two served to arch up her rosy-splotched naked bottom even more prominently. Angela's sobs and groans at once indicated that she was aware, naive though she was, of how much more of her maiden nudity she was thus being obliged to show him.
Overwhelmed by shame and the even more complex distress of knowing that this handsome, domineering priest had shut himself up with her own mother - just as he was with her right now - Angela tried to stave off the stinging pangs of the spanking as well as to shield her unprofaned young naked flesh from his sight and touch by pressing both soft hands over her upthrust, reddening bare behind. But with a sly, soft chuckle, as if he had anticipated this very maneuver, Father Edmund hunched over the wildly struggling half nude girl and slipped his left hand round and under her, his forefinger's tip attacking the silky-fleeced apex of her virgin cunt.
"Ohhh nooo, don't touch me there, F-Father Edmund. Please, not there!" she tearfully shrilled.
She tried to plunge both hands under her to grab at his profaning hand and wrest it away from the most private nook of her delectably nubile young body.
"Stop that at once, you disobedient, rebellious child!" he scolded hoarsely. "Shall I tell your parents how you resist your holy confessor and refuse to accept your penance?"
"No, Father, but oh don't touch me there, it - it's not decent!" was all the sobbing young beauty could poignantly counter as she frantically kept weaving her loins in a desperate attempt to dislodge his finger, which had, during her struggles, found the dainty little nub of her clitoris and was now insistently tweaking and rubbing it, then pressing it back down into the protective cowl of soft girlish pussy flesh and letting it bob up again, visibly stiffening from the lascivious friction of his cunning manipulations.
"Oh, my misguided daughter," he at once replied, purposely pressing his forefinger against her hardening little lovebud to make it disappear inside the tender, moistening pink flesh of her maiden pussy.
His right palm roamed at will over her contracting, rosy-flushed bottom cheeks.
"How can you use such a word when it is you, by stealth and shameless deception, who have committed the greatest indecency - that of spying on your elders. You should have at once turned your eyes away from the corrupting sight. But no, you watched as if you longed to take part in such infamous orgies - and thus, poor Angela, you sinned as greatly as those you now condemn in the confessional! Resign yourself, it will be a long penance and you must feel all of it to achieve the degree of contrition which alone can save your soul!"
With this sententious statement, which could not help but impress the, frightened, shamed young beauty because of her strict upbringing and her constant attendance at church, Father Edmund gave her behind a smart slap which drew a plaintive squeal from the distressed brunette, and then sternly ordered, "Now then, my daughter, clasp your hands and hold them out in front of you. Do not dare to protect your impudent bottom, or I shall be obliged to tie your hands, and then of course your penance will be the more severe because of your rebelliousness!"
With a groan of deepest shame, poor Angela obeyed, closing her eyes and squirming feverishly, trying in her gyrations to dislodge his finger from her peehole. But she could not. Even as she became aware of hot, throbbing sensations in her most secret niche, Father Edmund resumed the spanking with a pair of crisply resonant slaps that flattened the ripest summit of each bottom-globe in turn and drew a sobbing plea for pardon from the helpless young captive.
"Oww - ohh, F-Father, please, n-not so hard!"
"You must learn to suffer pain and bear it courageously, Angela," he countered, pulling his circling left arm towards himself so as to drag her closer to him.
He said it without releasing her quivering little clit. At the same time, he reached out to roll her rumpled skirt back up again so her condemned bare seat would have no protection as he applied four vigorous spanks, two to the base of each vividly reddened buttock. His eyes gleamed to see poor Angela's naked hips lunge and twist and arch and flatten; which disclosed to his eagerly vigilant gaze the bewitching sight of her soft, pink, cuntal lips framed by the luxurious silky black curls. At times, when the contractions of her bottom relaxed to display the furtive sinuosity of her anal groove, Father Edmund had the delicious and forbidden pleasure of observing the soft, petulant shell-pink lips of her virgin bottomhole puckering and twitching as if moved by erotic stimulus from the spanking.
Again he let his right palm rest caressingly on her crimsoned naked behind, savoring the uncontrollable flexing of her girlish, tender flesh. His left forefinger momentarily released her turgid little clit to tickle the soft coral rims of her quivering cuntal lips.
Angela, tears running down her contorted face, moaned and continued to wriggle this way and that, but by now it was not entirely just from the expert frigging Father Edmund was inflicting since her tender behind was beginning to smart intolerably.
"Are you beginning to be less rebellious, my daughter, and to repent your sins?" he asked her, and, when she could not speak for trying to catch her breath, punctuated the question with a hard smack of his palm over the narrow, sinuous shadowy crevice that separated her satiny buttocks.
Angela's naked hips lunged and jerked.
"Ow, oh, yes, yes, I am, oh please no more, Father, please!"
As Angela kept squirming fitfully in her distress, she was vaguely aware of a hard, unyielding object that kept poking her lower abdomen and inner thighs, but, still virgin, she did not recognize it as the swollen and by now savagely erect prick of her confessor-executioner.
"For shame, child!" Father Edmund scolded, having poked his finger all around the lips of her maiden vulva and inside, up to the virgin barrier of her hymen. "The wetness which I detect with my finger tells me, Angela, that you are again experiencing naughty, forbidden pleasures. Yet you are here to be properly punished, not to experience your own wicked, selfish satisfaction. Get yourself ready for a really hard chastisement!"
Reluctantly withdrawing his finger from her twitching maiden cunt, the priest ordered her to put her wrists together behind her back. Then he gripped them tightly with his left hand. With his right leg already locking her calves in a vise of steel, the young brunette was totally unable to prevent his doing whatever he wished.
For the moment, however, Father Edmund was quite content to spank her jouncy, firm, satiny naked behind, with slowly applied slaps, equally distributed to both wriggling, contracting, angrily reddening globes, ignoring her shrill increasingly plaintive and almost incoherent cries for pardon.
When he paused, his face brick-red with lust, his eyes glittering at the lascivious sight of her angrily inflamed, quaking buttocks, Angela was crying as if her heart would break, weaving and jerking her bare hips about so wildly that he constantly beheld the yawning pink inside of her virgin cunt as well as the amber rosy orifice of her equally virgin asshole. And it was this latter maidenhead which Father Edmund determined to enjoy.
"There now," he panted, pressing his palm down over the crease of her flaming buttocks, "are you ready to obey without question and to submit to any penance I see fit to give you, Angela?"
"Ahhh - ohh - ouu - ahhh - boo hoo hoo, yyes, Father. I'll do anything you say, only please, pleeeeease, d ... don't sp - spank me any more!" she sobbed hysterically.
"That shows a better attitude of contrition, my child. Very well. You may get up. Do you see that armchair in the corner?"
"Yes Father," Angela said tearfully.
Having been released, she staggered to her feet and promptly clapped both hands to her bottom and began to rub, heedless of the enchantingly juvenile spectacle she made of herself thereby.
"Very well. You are to remove your skirt and your panties completely, Angela, then walk over here, kneel down on the seat and bend your head and arms over the top. That will be the beginning of your final penance this afternoon!" he commanded.
She stared at him, her lips trembling and tears glistening in her dilated gray-green eyes.
"What are you gonna do to me, Father Edmund?" she quavered.
"If you don't obey me, child, I'm afraid I'll have to give you a much harder spanking," he sternly replied. "This time it will be with a leather belt!"
"Oh no !" Angela moaned.
Feverishly she began to unfasten her skirt. When it dropped to the floor, she stopped, wincing from the hot pangs that at once were rekindled in her spanked bottom, tugged the twisted panties off, and then, blushing to her earlobes, almost ran to the chair and knelt down, welcoming the opportunity to hide her pussy from his glittering eyes. Father Edmund moved slowly towards her. He had put his hand into the pocket of his robe and was taking out a little tube, unscrewing the cap.
"Bend well over the top of the chair, Angela," he hoarsely instructed, "or I shall be forced to spank you again to teach you the meaning of humble and prompt obedience!"
With an anguished groan, the lovely young brunette obeyed, thus arching and thrusting out her vividly reddened bottom, which was in exciting contrast with the deeply hollowed smooth back and long, lovely squirming thighs. His eyes feasted on the tender virgin flesh of her buttocks and thighs, and the stifled sounds of her timid sobs and fearful sighs made the black robe suddenly thrust forward at the level of his crotch, indicating that his massive virility had been furiously roused by this preliminary chastisement of the nubile young virgin.
"Now, hold very still and do not dare to prevent what I am going to do to you, my daughter," he solemnly intoned as he smeared some Vaseline onto his right forefinger. Then he bent over the kneeling, trembling teenager and suddenly opened the jouncy oval cheeks of her crimsoned bottom to expose the shrinking rosette of her maiden asshole.
"Ohhh, Father, Father Edmund, oh don't - do - t-that!" Angela moaned, upset by the unexpected exposure of her most secret orifice, never before viewed by a man's profaning eyes.
"Silence, daughter, this is part of your act of contrition and must be humbly endured if I am to grant you absolution from your wickedness," was Father Edmund's hoarse rejoinder.
As he proceeded to rub the ointment all over Angela's dainty shrinking anus, he nearly made her faint with shame by dextrously inserting the tip of his forefinger just inside her butt lips and rubbing here and there to make certain that the passageway to bliss would be thoroughly lubricated.
Angela's blushes deepened and she began to sob softly as she bowed her head, utterly annihilated in her tender virginal modesty by such handling of her nakedness. But Father Edmund used this understandable physical reaction as a pretext for chiding his helpless young captive.
"Impudent, sinful girl, is this your way of expressing humility and gratitude for the absolution you seek to gain? Now then, daughter, bend your rebellious head and shoulders farther down and stick out your impudent bottom for the application of holy oil."
As she tearfully obeyed, Angela was dying of mortification to realize how indecently she was arching out her satiny posterior. Father Edmund swiftly rucked up his robe and revealed himself naked save for socks and black shoes beneath. His penis was savagely erect, the dark veins angrily swollen and the lips of the glans were twitching with spasmodic agitation, a testimonial to the erotic excitement into which poor Angela's confession and subsequent chastisement had drawn him. He squeezed more of the greasy ointment onto his finger and proceeded to anoint his organ from tip to testicles. Then, face reddened and eyes narrowed with lustful anticipation, Father Edmund approached the crouching, trembling sniffling girl.
"Now then, my daughter, resign yourself and accept your penance," he muttered, prying open the quaking, tightening cheeks of her reddened behind ramming greased tip of his cock against the shrinking rosette of her virgin asshole.
The swift directness of Father Edmund's procedure had stunned Angela. Before she could twist away she felt his glans probe against the tender petals of her bumhole and force between them. Only then, horrified at the sensation, did she protest.
"Ohhhh, don't do that, it hurts, don't poke me there, please, Father!"
"Hold still, and don't dare pull away, my child, or I'll be forced to spank your naked behind very hard indeed with a stinging belt! Now, Angela, you remember what you told me at the confessional, that you had seen a grownup man pushing against the bottom of a woman - isn't that so?"
"Ah - y-y-es, F-Father - ohhh, please take it out of my asssss!" Angela wriggled like a fish on the end of a harpoon, imploring reprieve from this incredible penetration, the sensation of which was entirely new and extremely painful to her.
"No, daughter, you must suffer it bravely and humbly, for it is your penance, as I warned you. But now, what I am doing to your bottom, my child. Isn't it what you saw this man do with this woman? Tell me the truth, sinful girl that you are!"
At this, Father Edmund thrust violently forward, his hands gripping Angela's bare hips tightly so that she could not jerk away. With a wailing, rising cry, Angela announced both the martyrdom of her anal virginity and the affirmation of what she had truly seen.
"Aiiiii - ouuuyessss - ahhh, ohh."
The tightness of her delicious anal sheath was, quite naturally, greater than that of her maiden cunthole. Father Edmund, face twisted and darkened with his lust, groaned aloud as he felt the walls of Angela's rectal canal clench spasmodically against his almost entirely imbedded prick. With another hard lunge he managed to hilt himself to the balls, redoubling the frantic contractions which gripped and clamped his organ in the most indescribably rapturous way as if poor Angela were sexually responding with all her adolescent ardor to her first bottom-fucking.
"Yes, daughter," the priest panted, glorying in the feverish clenchings of Angela's asshole against his throbbing prick, "you shall have first-hand evidence of what you alleged you saw this man doing to this woman ... do you feel me inside your dainty little bumhole, my eavesdropping, sinful child?"
"Ahhhrr - yes - oh, Father Edmund, please stop. Oh take it out of meee. It's splitting me apart, I'm begging you to stop it, owouuuhh - pleeeeease," Angela hysterically wailed.
But by now his rut was ungovernable. Slipping his left forefinger to the apex of her soft pink cuntal lips and finding the dainty nub of her virgin clit, Father Edmund began to rub it furiously while his other hand reached round to clamp against her belly and thus compel Angela to meet his relentless charge. He began to bottom-fuck the squirming black-haired girl with formidably deep strokes, drawing back to the ring of sphincter muscles at the very brink of her asshole, till, with a bellow of ecstasy, Father Edmund felt himself burst all his pent-up essence deep into her quaking bowels.
Slowly, he pulled out with a noisy "Plop!" Taking out a handkerchief from the pocket of his robe, he wiped his stiff, greasy penis.
Angela, huddled on her knees, bowed over the back of the armchair, sobbing softly, felt turmoil seething in her entire being - for Father Edmund's frigging of her clit had, at the last moment, procured pleasurable sensations that offset the aching torment of her nether lovehole.
"You have done penance, my child, so you may dress and go," Father Edmund panted as he smoothed the robe, and left the sacristy.
After a few moments, the distraught girl collected her discarded panties and skirt, put them back on, and tottered from the church to return home. The enormity of what had taken place had numbed her mind. Perhaps her mother, she thought, could explain why Father Edmund had been so dreadful to her...