Chapter 2
Betty was still fifteen then, just short of her sixteenth birthday but looking much older. She had the body of a woman and her father had been very much aware of it.
There had been times when he had stolen glances at the outline of her lush, woman breasts and wanted to tear her blouse off and fondle them. Another big temptation was the sight of the girl in tight pants.
Her buttocks would be beautiful, smooth and firm, he sensed and he could easily achieve an erection at the thought of baring that lovely bottom and taking her over his lap for a spanking.
But that was out. Long ago, when she was just a baby, he and his wife had discussed the matter of spanking their children. Because to them spanking was an act of sexual stimulation, they had agreed that they would not spank their children for fear it would lead to something else.
It wasn't easy as the children grew up, but they kept their promise, fearing that baring and spanking their pretty bottoms carried with it a danger that could prove too great for them to resist. It could have gone on that way until the children left home, could have if it had not been for Father Trudeau.
Even there-there had been an element of luck involved. Betty had come home from confession that Saturday afternoon and had gone straight to her room. Her mother thought she had noticed something strange about the expression on the girl's face, but had shrugged it off and gone about preparing for the party that evening.
Still, the thought nagged and she walked quietly toward the girl's bedroom. Reaching the door, she paused, then heard the sound of soft, partially muffled crying.
Normally, she would have knocked before entering, but that time she didn't. She pushed the door open and walked into the room. She saw her daughter lying with her face on the pillow, crying softly, her body trembling. Lying on the night table beside the bed was a pair of white nylon panties with spots of blood on the crotch.
Her daughter, Marie told herself, had not gone to confession that afternoon, had gone somewhere else and had done something which would need to be confessed.
Shock came first, then anger threatened, but that passed as she looked at the trembling body and felt a wave of sympathy sweep over her.
"It's all right, darling," she said in a warm, maternal tone as she sat on the bed and heard a gasp of shock from the girl whose body went rigid. "It's all right, dear, what's done is done. Virginity doesn't last forever."
Her hands turned the girl, then Betty gave a cry and threw herself into her mother's arms, crying as though her heart were broken, as though life were finished. After a long time, the crying stopped and Marie was able to talk to her daughter.
"Was it rape, dear, or did you just get too excited?" she asked.
"It wasn't either one, Mother. I wasn't excited, I didn't want to, but I had to."
"Then it was rape, dear."
"No, it's different, but I can't tell you. Please, Mother, I'm not allowed to talk about it. It would be a sin."
"A sin? My God, dear, did this happen to you in church?"
"Yes."
"Listen, Betty, somebody has been feeding you a line and I just can't let it happen. You have to give me some answers. Believe me, dear, I know what I'm talking about. Now then, was there a priest involved in any way?"
There was a pause, the girl held her breath and her body tensed, then she said "yes."
"Did you go to confession?"
"Yes."
"Did the priest make you stay in church after?"
"Yes."
"Was there something about penance?"
"Yes, in a way, Mother, but I can't tell you a thing. I may have sinned by saying too much already."
"Listen, my darling, somebody well may have sinned, but it wasn't you. Did anything happen in the confessional box?"
"No."
"Then you can tell everything. The moment you stepped out of that confessional box, the seal of the confessional was broken. After that, the priest was just a man. He took advantage of you and tried to protect himself with a lot of crap about the seal of the confessional."
Betty's eyes went wide with horror, but she still did not quite break down. It took a little more talking on her mother's part, then she realized how she had been taken advantage of, saw that the priest had made a fool of her. After that, she was able to tell the story right from the beginning.
In her anger at the priest for what he had done, she even did the forbidden by telling her mother some of what had been said in the confessional box.
"Darling, don't be upset about having fingered yourself. Every female in the world has done it and done it often. Lord knows, I did often enough and I did it even after I was married. So what did he say about it?"
"He asked me a lot of questions about what kind of things I had been thinking, whether I was in my bed, if I was bare naked, all that sort of thing. I had to answer everything, all my thoughts and everything. He made me."
"What happened after confession?"
"While I was saying my penance," Betty told her, he left the confessional and went to the front of the church. I guess he locked the door. The place was empty, I was the last one. When I finished, he told me to go into the sacristy with him. He still had the cloth around his neck and told me I was still under the seal of the confessional."
"The rotten, lying bastard. It just isn't so. Did he just go ahead and rape you?"
"No, he talked for a long time about how priests have special powers and about special penances. He knelt with his eyes closed and said he would ask God for guidance. After a while, he got up and told me he had been told what had to be done and told me to take all my clothes off. He took his off too. His ... thing was so big, I was terrified."
"You poor lamb," her mother said with feeling. "What then?"
"He took me to a couch and said things in Latin while he felt me up all over. He sucked my breasts and licked my nipples, he felt me up everywhere, then he ... made me open my legs and put his face right in my crotch. He sucked ... it and got his tongue in it and licked it and everything, then he got on top of me and made me keep my legs wide open. He told me that if I resisted, God would strike me dead and my soul would burn in hell for all eternity.
"It hurt, it was awful and that big thing kept ramming in and out of me. After a while, I felt liquid shooting in my belly, filling me up. He was grunting and acting like a wild animal, all sweaty and everything. He was so heavy lying on me. After a while, he took his thing out of me and got up. He told me again that I was still under the seal of the confessional and that I must keep silent about everything that had happened for the rest of my life. I believed him, Mother, honest I did. Oh what a terrible fool I must be."
"No darling, you were innocent and trapped. I have a feeling your father and I are far more guilty than you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that for a long time, we've doubted the church. Instead of doing something about it, we just closed our eyes and went on with it. We set you up for what Father Trudeau did to you today."
Mother and daughter talked for a long time, then went to the bathroom and Marie ran a warm bath for her daughter. She helped her bathe and assured her that the pain would pass in time.
"Mother, I can't understand why women ... have sexual intercourse. It hurts and it's dirty and it just isn't any fun."
"That's the worst thing he did to you, darling. You see, it isn't that way at all. Let's not use such formal terms, fucking is beautiful. Your father has been fucking me for seventeen years now, since I was just nineteen years old and I still can't get enough of it. The actual act of fucking is yummy and so are all the other games that go with it. We do lots of exciting things together and it's like we're still on our honeymoon."
"Gee, Mother, you make it sound so beautiful. But damn it all, it hurts. It's still hurting. He had such a big thing."
"It has to hurt the first time, when you break your hymen. After that, it's sheer ecstasy if the man is a good lover. I doubt that his prick is at all bigger than your father's, probably not as big, your Dad has a beauty, he's really hung, but if it were even bigger I'd love it even more. The cunt is a beautiful invention, dear, it can stretch to take even the biggest cock and the more it gets stretched, the better it feels. Take my word for it, darling."
"Gee you're a wonderful mother," Betty said as she hugged her tightly. "I guess I always loved you, but I never knew how really great you were. Imagine being able to talk like this with my own mother."
"That's the way it should be, dear. Somehow, we humans, Christians especially, have allowed the churches to come between us and life, allowed them to destroy all the beauty and goodness of life as it was meant to be."
"Isn't it just that Father Trudeau is a bad priest, Mother?"
"Sure he is, but perhaps they all are. I believe that churches have corrupted humanity. Your father and I are going to have a long talk about it this evening."
Taking Betty back to her bed, Marie gave her a sedative and told her to rest, assuring her she would feel better later.
When Colin returned from his golf game, Marie poured stiff drinks for the two of them and asked him to go to the bedroom with her.
"Anytime, darling," he told her, grinning and patting her on the bottom, "but if I can't handle my pecker any better than I handled my putter today, I may go off in your left eye."
"No dear," she replied with a grin, then turned serious, "this time it's to discuss something very important."
Her look alerted him and carrying his drink, he followed her to the room which was their sexual playground, knowing they weren't going there for sex this time.
Pleased that she was able to remain calm and keep her tone controlled, Marie told her husband what had happened to their daughter. At first, his hands shook with shock and rage, spilling a little of his drink, but then he calmed down, proud that his wife was able to keep her composure as she did.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," he told his wife, "but somehow, I'm going to make the bastard pay."
"I know how you feel, darling, but you must promise you won't do anything rash. I want you here with me, not in jail."
"Don't worry, dear, I'll give it a lot of thought. I want a particularly exquisite form of revenge. When I have my plan worked out, I'll tell you about it. It will be exquisite, I can assure you."
"I know it will be, darling. You're a very brilliant and imaginative man and I'm proud of you. I told Betty a lot about you today, things a mother doesn't usually tell her daughter."
"Like what?" he asked, his interest quickening.
"I had to stop her from thinking that sex is ugly and painful, so I told her about us. I told her what a lovely big cock you have and how much I enjoy fucking and playing all the sex games with you."
Marie told him more about the conversation, then went on to talk about her changed attitude toward all forms of religion.
Colin felt even more strongly about it than his wife and they talked at length, discussing the philosophy of life and of religion, agreeing that a terrible perversion had been performed on the human race in the name of God and in the interests of power and money.
"Sure," he observed at one point, "the church is very chummy with the fascists who run Spain, Portugal and other such countries, but it doesn't seem so interested in fighting oppression, racial intolerance, poverty and all that."
"Right. Even if there is a god," Marie took over, "there's no need for a church as middleman. We were born with brain and will power and all that. We were given a mind to use and bodies to use and I have a hunch we were meant to enjoy them, not to consider our bodies as unclean, sinful things."
"Right you are. If they are sinful, then what kind of a God is he to make sinful bodies. No, I'm in agreement with you all the way. We have to save what's left of our lives and keep our children from falling into the trap we did. Hell it's too late to save them, we have to get them out of it. They're already in it."
They went on with their discussion and became amazed at the directions it took and the intensity they achieved.
"All right," Marie said at one point, after he had refreshed their drinks, "so who is better able to show Betty what a beautiful thing sex is, than her parents."
"Damn right," Colin agreed, eagerly. "Hell, we love her, who says love should be restricted. I think it would be in keeping with nature's plan for me to take her to bed and make love to her. You could be right there with us, all of us naked together."
"God, darling," she said, trembling, "I never thought I'd ever feel this way, but my eyes have been suddenly opened. Life has been hidden from us all these years and now we can see for the first time. Our children are going to be liberated and free to really enjoy life."
"Yes darling," he said, excitement mounting, his penis throbbing with desire. "This is going to be a family filled with love, real love the way it was intended to be. In the privacy of our home, we'll walk proudly naked, we'll play with each other, love and laugh together, we'll fuck and suck and do anything we want to provide mutual pleasure."
"Oh yes, darling, yes. Oh my God, I'm so horny, my darling. Think of it, darling, now we won't have to get the kids out of the house when I want a spanking."
"Right angel and we'll have three tender young bottoms to spank."
"Oh yes, dear, but we'll have to teach them to enjoy it as we do. We'll let them see how I love it when you spank me. We'll have to teach them all about happy tears."
"What a pleasure that's going to be. Does Betty have as beautiful a body as I think she has?"
"Christ yes. When you see those woman tits of hers you'll flip, but when you get your eyes and your hands on that ass, you'll go off in the air, darling. I've never seen a ass as beautiful. Those cheeks are perfectly rounded and oh so firm and silky. My ass was never nearly as beautiful as hers."
"I find that hard to believe, darling. You have a beauty now and it was beautiful, I mean outstandingly beautiful from the first time I saw it. Remember the first time I spanked it?"
"Oh yes, I still tremble with excitement when I think of it."
"Look, in line with our new philosophy, why don't I take your panties down and give you a spanking right now?"
"We can't, darling, not now. The kids don't know what's happening. They'd be terribly upset if they heard you spanking me and heard me crying, especially Betty. She's so upset right now."
"Yeah, you're right, of course."
"Dear," his wife whispered, "you could still take my panties off. It wouldn't be noisy if you lapped my cunt and I could be careful not to cry out when I come. You could also push that big beauty up my cunt when it's nice and juicy and give me a first class fucking. Does all that appeal to you at all?"
"I'm not sure, darling," he told her as he got up and began undressing, "but I think it does, a little bit at least."
"I'm so relieved, darling," Marie told him and opened her dress to take it off. "I was afraid you had lost interest in sex."
"Baby, I feel as though I'm just on the very verge of discovering sex." As he pushed his pants and briefs down, his stiff, throbbing penis waved at her as though to prove the point.
"Me too, lover," she told him with a sigh as she tossed her bra away and her lush breasts bobbed before his eyes. "What a beautiful thing life is going to be for all of us."
"Yes, my angel, for all of us. Christ, what lucky people we are."
"We're lucky because we dare to be lucky, darling," she told him as she stepped out of her panties and they met on the bed. "Think of those beautiful children. If only they could know what is in store for them."
"When will they know, darling? There's no point in delaying, now that we've made up our minds."
"You're right, dear. What say we save it until after dinner. Dinner is going to be a bit late, but what the hell, it is Saturday and we can all sleep in late in the morning."
'What," he gasped with pretended horror, "do you mean you won't be getting up to go to early mass in the morning? Marie, I'm shocked. What would Father Trudeau say?"
"Father Trudeau can kiss my ass," Marie replied.
"The hell he can," Colin protested. "Your lovely ass is my private property. I'll do the kissing of it and I'll teach our son how to do it too."
She rolled over with a sigh and he kept his promise, not just kissing the lush cheeks, but parting them and playing exciting games with his tongue in her crack.
They romped through a long session of lovely lust and dinner was very late that evening, but they didn't regret it for a moment.