Chapter 8
One Sunday, Father John delivered a sermon on the importance of discipline in the home. In it, he stressed the obligation of parents to discipline their children in the time honoured manner.
While many bottoms squirmed uncomfortably on the hard benches, he described various methods which could be employed, depending on the size of the culprit and the seriousness of the offence for which punishment was being administered.
As he talked on, he wondered how many men in the congregation were getting horny at the thought of beating the behind of a nicely developed daughter.
As a part of his sermon, he stressed that punishment should not be reserved only for children, but that it must be administered as long as sons and daughters lived under the parental roof.
Following mass, as he mingled with the congregation on the steps in front of the church, he was approached by a widow who asked to talk to him.
Taking her aside, he listened as she told of having a daughter of sixteen with which she was unable to cope. The girl, it seemed, was bigger and stronger than her mother and refused to submit to spankings.
"You poor dear," he commiserated, "it must be difficult having to rear a child alone. Bring her to me tomorrow afternoon and I shall do what I can. Do not tell your daughter the purpose of the visit. She will find out in due time."
"What do you mean, Father?" the woman asked.
"I think that if I were to force her to submit to a bare bottom spanking from me, she will not again refuse to accept such treatment from you, since refusal would mean a return visit."
Either way, John reasoned, he would be a winner. At least once, he would get to bare and spank the bottom of the girl. If she happened to enjoy baring her arse and submitting it to a man, as he hoped she would, then she would return for more spankings.
Thanking the priest profusely, the woman took her leave and promised to arrive at the rectory the following day at two o'clock.
Mother and daughter arrived promptly at two and were greeted by the priest with a mixture of warmth and sternness. Taking them into his study, he seated them and conducted a quick inventory of the girl who appeared to be only a little nervous.
She was almost as tall as he, John noted, and appeared to have a full figure with well developed breasts and, he guessed, a splendid firm ass. He guessed that the local boys were probably sniffing after her like a bitch in heat, and wondered whether she allowed any of them into the secrets of her crotch.
"Is your daughter still a virgin?" he asked the woman and saw them both blush.
"Yes, Father, she is, but it is a constant worry to me since many young men are after her and she seems to enjoy their attentions."
"Are you absolutely sure she is a virgin?"
"Yes, Father. I checked her before leaving home. I thought you would perhaps ask that question."
Damn, John muttered silently. He wanted the job of peering between her thighs and inserting a finger in her little slit. He tried to be philosophical about the setback and to console himself with the anticipation of uncovering and spanking her arse.
He moved the conversation then to the subject of discipline and the sin of a parent neglecting it, or of a child refusing to accept it. Before long, he forced the girl to admit that she refused to allow her mother to spank her even when she admittedly deserved it.
From there, it was a simple matter to draw the girl completely under his influence so that she could neither refuse or question him. Fortunately, he thought, she had been brought up with a proper sense of respect for and fear of the church and its priests.
If all parents did as well with their daughters, John thought, priests would enjoy even easier pickings than they already did. He decided he would make that the subject of his next sermon, through obviously not mentioning the motives he had in mind.
The priest knew that he could then have ordered the girl to come over his lap with her arse bare, but he decided to stretch out the enjoyment of the moment, to savour at much greater length the anticipation of spanking her bare arse.
"Catherine," he spoke firmly but without anger, "I am going to test you now to ensure that you are truthful when you tell me that you will submit to spankings from your mother in the future."
"Yes, Father," she said meekly, her head bowed, dark hair falling over her pretty face.
"Get up now and go to your mother, dear. She will raise your clothes above your waist, take you onto her lap and give you ten spanks on each cheek of your bum."
"Oh, Father," she gasped, but after looking into his stern visage, she stood and walked nervously to the chair on which her mother sat.
The mother looked even more nervous than her daughter, but when the girl reached her, she managed to raise the girl's skirts up her legs until John was able to admire luscious thighs and bum nicely denuded of clothing. As he had guessed, the girl was the owner of a bum so lush looking that John felt his mouth watering and his prick throbbing with desire to have at her.
Admiring the beautiful development of her nether cheeks, the priest decided she was more woman than girl. As he did, he vowed that he would soon take her to bed where he would have all of her splendid young body to see and to fondle.
As the girl draped herself across her mother's lap, she flashed the priest a look that caused him to tremble. It was not either fear or anger, but rather, there was a hint of an excited smile on her face, not quite right on the surface, but, he guessed with elation, just a little below.
Holding the girl tightly and blushing furiously, the woman raised her right arm and, at a signal from the man, began the spanking. The first couple of spanks were given nervously and rather lightly, but then she gained confidence and, no doubt thinking of the many spankings her daughter had escaped in the past, she began to spank with greater force.
Just before she completed the twenty spanks, the girl began to sob and twitch her ass in a thoroughly delightful manner, at least it was delightful to the priest if not to the girl.
When the spanking ended, the woman was too quick in pushing her daughter to her feet and allowing her clothes to fall back into place. Still, there was time enough to see the warm pink tint that had been spanked into the big, smooth cheeks.
"Now then, Catherine," the priest said in a warm and somehow exciting tone, "You have demonstrated to me that, in future, you will accept spankings from your mother. I am pleased with that, but there remains one thing that we must yet establish."
"What is that thing, Father?" the girl asked, giving him the same look he had seen as she went over her mother's lap a little before.
"I am going to demonstrate what will happen if I hear of you forgetting your promise to obey. Raise your clothes over your waist and hold them there."
Catherine was facing him, her back to her mother. There was a little tremor in her body that he could see, and it was even more clearly noticeable this time that her expression indicated arousal of a sexual nature.
Her clothing came up with studied slowness and his eyes followed the perfection of her flawless white thighs until they were diverted to the triangular patch of ginger hairs on the bottom slope of her belly.
"Come to me now, Catherine," he commanded, fighting to control his voice, "and lie across my lap so that I may spank you. It is intended as a lesson to you for the future, and punishment for your past misconduct and flagrant refusal to accept justified punishment from your dear mother." The girl walked proudly to him, holding her gown above her waist, her white thighs flashing, the ginger cunny bush seeming to wink and blink at him.
Her mother became so embarrassed at this, that she stood and turned her back to the scene. She was blushing hotly in her shame and confusion.
Counting that as an unexpected bonus, the priest took advantage of it to feel her hips and thighs as he drew the partially nude girl over his lap. He was positive he felt a favourable response from her.
When her bared body pressed down on him, he felt warm pressure on his cock. Flexing the muscles of his tool, he caused it to throb against her, knowing that she could not help but feel it. As if to prove his point, she wriggled, her firm body rubbing back against him.
Checking to ensure that the mother was still not able to see him, the priest fondly cupped one flaring cheek and rubbed it lovingly in a way the girl could not fail to see as being erotic play.
He made the point even more clear then by running the side of his hand down into the warm silken depths of her crack.
To keep the woman from becoming curious as to what was happening and why the spanking had not begun, the priest began to lecture the girl on the importance of true and constant submission.
As he talked, he moved the tips of his fingers down the crack of her arse, and the little darling opened her thighs wide to admit him father. He was quick to take full advantage of that, and was soon rubbing a warm little pussy. While he did, she writhed on his lap, her pink arse cheeks twitching in anticipation.
Calculating that he could afford to wait no longer without arousing the mother's suspicions, John began to spank the sweet, tender arse of the girl. Although the spanks sounded hard, the priest spanked only teasingly, hoping that she would enjoy that enough to make her want to come back for more. When she did, it would be without her mother, he knew.
Each spank was delivered with a cupped hand meeting her big, plump bum cheeks so that the impression of severity was given without actually hurting the girl more than a little. He was aware that she knew what he was doing, and she demonstrated it effectively by raising her lovely bum to meet each spank.
In addition, she impressed her mother by crying loudly and begging for mercy, all the while wriggling her lovely arse in a most provocative manner.
"All right, Catherine," he said loudly enough to ensure that her mother would hear, "you have taken a most severe spanking. I shall give you two more spanks and then your ordeal will be over."
While he was talking, his hand moved between her parted thighs to give her little cunny another rub. Just before he pulled his hand away, he slipped a finger up into her slit and felt the barrier of her virginity.
Thrilling at the thought that his cock would soon ram through that barrier, he pulled his finger out, gave her the promised two more spanks, then, after rubbing her arse gently, he helped her to her feet. Going along with the act of fooling her mother, Catherine continued to cry as she stood rubbing her ass through her clothes which then hung primly in place. In truth, she was crying with desire to see and touch the big, stiff cock she had felt through the priest's clothes.
Before mother and daughter left, the priest reminded the woman to look after her responsibility to the girl, and told her that if Catherine again refused to accept a spanking, she was to send her to see him.
"Send her?" the woman asked.
"Yes," the priest assured her, "I think her chastisement will be much more effective if you do not accompany her."
Again, John read that same look on the girl's face.