Chapter 9
Work went apace on the convent once John decided to make the dream a reality. From the fund that had been carefully nurtured to build a new church, he bought the house which adjoined his residence.
The church, he reasoned, was good enough for the poor fools who attended it with such devotion and gave him the money they could ill afforded to give. Far more important, as he saw it, was that the convent should be established to house his personal harem.
But there was even more involved. The convent could, if properly administered, become a source of revenue even more rewarding than the collections and special funds which did not bring in enough revenue to meet his demands.
David had told him how his convent and the services of the nuns, was available to the wealthier members of the congregation who paid generous donations to the church in exchange for the right to strip nuns naked and roll with them in bed.
Their incomes were such that they could afford the most expensive whores in London, but there was added zest for them in watching a nun disrobe and present her pure white body to be taken in any way they wished.
Once the convent was established and properly staffed, he reasoned, it could be developed into the most profitable whorehouse in all of London.
With this in mind, he preached an impassioned sermon one Sunday in which he stressed the importance of nuns to the spreading of the faith and of God's good works on earth.
"A daughter who becomes a nun and dedicates her life to God," he explained while seeming to writhe in the pulpit, "is a guarantee, an absolute guarantee of heaven to her mother and father."
He went on the extol the virtues of the life of nuns, that the initiation into the order was the ceremony of becoming the bride of Christ, and that nuns lived a full and very happy life.
Before he completed his sermon, he had convinced not only the parents of the potential candidates, but the young girls as well. He made it very clear that the nun who came to the comfort and relative luxury of the convent was by far more fortunate than the girl who married a common labourer or unemployed man and became destined to a life of poverty and want.
"It is a glorious thing," he ranted, "to taste the joys of motherhood, but not if they take on the gall of poverty and deprivation. A nun has all her needs assured. She lives in material and spiritual comfort, and she is assured of a seat on the right hand of God when she leaves this earth to take up her place in heaven."
As he spoke his carefully prepared piece, Father John felt that he held the congregation in the palm of his hand. He had delivered it well, he knew, and everyone in the church had been moved by it.
After mass, he began to receive enquiries from anxious mothers on behalf of their daughters. In each case, the mother was told to bring her daughter to the rectory for an interview. The young beauties he would keep for himself, the others, he would refer to one of the legitimate orders where beauty was not a factor.
Catherine's mother, he was delighted to see, was one of them. She reported that her daughter had again refused to submit to a spanking, and suggested that convent life might be the answer to the problem.
Expressing agreement, and complimenting the woman on her wisdom, he instructed her to have Catherine visit him that very afternoon.
"I shall give her bottom a brisk spanking," he told the woman, "then attempt to enroll her as a nun in training."
"I" wish you success, Father," the woman sighed, "but while I am sure it would be a good life for the girl, it is not very likely to be her wish."
"But you forget, madam, I am a priest and have much more influence at my disposal than meets the eye. There are ways of convincing your daughter that her future can be most enjoyable and satisfying under me."
"Oh yes, Father. You can do so much more for her than I can."
"True my dear lady," he smiled. "Your daughter may be filled with problems, but I can penetrate her to a great depth and fill her with solutions to lay them all at rest. It will require my being firm, but I can be very firm, stiff as a rod, when it is called for."
The thought of plucking the young beauty's maidenhead, and the excitement of telling her mother about it in veiled language, had caused him to become stiff as a rod already, but his priestly garments concealed that.
Catherine arrived early for her appointment, and, even thought she knew she had come to be punished, she wore a sweet smile as he admitted her to the rectory and led her into his study for a talk.
"Well, my dear," he said after a little while, "it is my understanding that you again refused to submit your pretty bum to your mother for a spanking. Is this true?"
"Yes, Father." Again he saw that faint, teasing smile on her pretty face.
"And I trust you know what that means?"
"Yes, Father. I fear I shall have to raise my clothing, bare my bum and lie over your lap for a spanking."
"And you are not afraid, Catherine?"
"No, Father. I do not even fear that big lump I shall feel when I lie over your thighs." As she said it, she stared directly at the region of his cassock which covered his already stiff tool.
"Shall I raise my clothes now, Father?" she asked with a more open smile.
"Yes my dear," he told her as he sat on an armless chair. "Uncover your pretty bum and show it to me. I must first look carefully at it so that I may plan an appropriate spanking for it. As I recall, you have rice plump cheeks which require careful planning before they are spanked so that they glow a warm pink."
He saw the girl trembling a little as she turned her back to him and began raising her garments. As she had done before, she raised them slowly, baring her splendid, white legs and thighs a little at a time until the bottom curves of her arse came into view.
While she was still pulling her clothing higher, John reached out and caught her by her firm, smooth hips so that he could draw her closer to him. At once, he began fondling her lovely ass which writhed in obvious passion under his cunning hands.
"I fear you will have to come to me often to bare your chubby arse and have it spanked by me, Catherine," he told her as he went on feeling the firm, smooth cheeks.
"Yes, Father, I fear you are right. I am a naughty girl, and I fear I shall deserve many spankings over your nice lap. Are you going to begin spanking me now?"
"Not just yet, my dear. I have decided to add to your humiliation and so increase the effectiveness of your punishment. You will remove all of your clothing and submit yourself to me bare naked."
Catherine turned to look at him, and the priest saw her eyes flashing with a desire she could not, as a virgin, fully comprehend.
Forgetting the teasing slowness she employed previously, Catherine hurriedly stripped naked. She trembled visibly at the sound of the priest's gasp of admiration and wonder when she bared her breasts.
"Can it be that you are only sixteen, Catherine? You have the breasts of a mature woman."
"Thank you very much, Father. I am glad that my breasts please you. You are the first man who has ever seen them."
"Come and kneel before me, my dear. No, better yet, wait a moment."
With that, the priest got up, stepped out of his robe, and stood naked before the girl.
"Oh Father," she gasped in disbelief, "how long it is."
"Yes it is, my dear," he replied with a smile, "but if you are aware of that, then you have seen other cocks. You must tell me all about it. Come kneel between my legs now."
She knelt and he held her tits with both hands, moving them all over the firm slopes of her big melon-like boobs. Her pink nipples jutted boldly and he stimulated them to greater hardness and length with finger and thumb.
"I have seen only my little brother's cock," she told him. "When we have the chance, we play a game whereby I let him play with my tits and suck them for a little while, then I take his hard young cock in my hand and rub it until it shoots cream."
"Do you do other things with your brother?"
"If I am of a mind to, I will pull up my gown and allow him to see and feel my cunny and bum for a little while, but that is all."
"He is a very lucky boy to have such a sister. Is it pleasant for you when I fondle your breasts in this way?"
"Oh yes, Father. It is most exciting. But is it not a sin?"
"There is no sin, Catherine."
"Then it is all a fraud? I mean all the teachings of the church. My mother is a fool for believing such things?"
"Do not be too hard on your mother. The world is full of people who believe, and they provide us with a wonderful life. You are fortunate in finding this out while you are still full of youth and beauty. After I have spanked you, I shall thrill you in many ways while I thrill myself with your beauty. Have you ever felt the joy of a mouth sucking on your lovely cunt?"
"Oh no, Father. I have never heard of such a thing. You are not just teasing me?"
"You will see how I tease when my tongue laps that little pink slit of yours, my dear Catherine."
"Oh, Father. I cannot wait to know such joy."
"You will, my dear, after I have spanked your sweet arse."
"But if I have committed no sin, Father, then why are you going to spank me?"
"Because it thrills me to spank a bare female bum, and yours is the most beautiful I have ever spanked or seen. I shall spank you at every opportunity in the future. Come, lie across my thighs now and turn that lovely, smooth arse up to be spanked."
Nervously, the young beauty draped herself across the lap of the priest, and he began to spank the lush cheeks. He spanked only moderately hard, and alternated the spanks with rubs and squeezes of the gradually warming and coloring mounds which quivered under every loud slap.
Before long, the girl sobbed, then cried. After that, he gave her only a dozen more spanks before taking her off his lap and helping her to the couch.
Lying her back on the couch, he then began to kiss and suck her tits as she squirmed with desire. They were far too big to fit entirely into his mouth, but he kept trying and it was a delight to both of them.
Turning her over then, he began to kiss and lick her bum. Not only did her tingling bum cheeks feel the licking of that rough tongue, but when he parted them to lick her crack, even the little pink circle of her arsehole knew the feel of being licked and tongued.
"And now, Catherine," he told her in an excited whisper, "I am going to put my face between your legs and suck you off. My mouth will claim your hot little pink cunt and you will go wild with joy. Open your legs nice and wide, darling. There, that's it. Oh Jesus what a delightful, delicious little twat.
"There now," he went on as he moved into position, "I'll hold your warn little arse like this, then I'll lick you well all around your pussy, then I'll get my mouth right on it and suck it until you come."
He made good his promise then, holding her squirming bum with both hands. After a few minutes of playful licking, the priest fastened his mouth to her dewy little cunt and went to work on it with his lips and his tongue while the girl panted and cried out in excitement.
John wanted to make sure that her first cunt lapping was so great that she would always want more of it. As a result, he lapped as he had never lapped a cunt before, so that there was never a moment when she was not moaning and sighing in an orgy of sucking lust.
When he felt that she was ready to come, he gripped more tightly onto her arse with both hands, then sent her over the edge into the heights and depths of ecstasy. His tongue went on licking her virginal dew until Catherine cried for mercy.
"Oh my God, what joy," she sighed in a little while. "I did not know a person could experience such feelings."
"It is only the beginning, my dear. When your cunt, hot and wet, has been opened by a stiff cock, you will know a new world of supreme joy."
"When will that be, Father?" she sighed.
"Now, Catherine my darling. Right now, while your cunt is hot and wet and ready. Take my cock into your mouth, and bathe the sensitive head with your spit. Make it wet so you will feel it slip easily into your little slit."
"Will it hurt me?"
"If it does, you will not realize it, so great will your joy be."
He moved over her, and Catherine panted in expectation. She had long wondered at the feel of taking a hard cock into her tiny, sensitive little cunny, and at last she was going to know. That the cock she would feel belonged to the priest made it even more thrilling.
Catherine felt the big end pushing in her crotch, pressing between the wet lips of her hot little pussy, then stretching it as it pushed inside.
The priest never stopped talking even for a second as he kept feeding stiff cock into her virginal twat. In whispers, he told her of her beauty and of his excitement at giving her-her very first taste of cock, told her of the ecstasy she was to experience in just a little while.
And then, without warning, he was straining and stretching the barrier of her virginity. There was a sharp, tearing pain, then his tool was ramming all the way up her slit and moving in and out at a great rate.
Catherine still felt pain, but there were other things as well, sensations of joy and excitement which spread through her body like ripples on the surface of a pond. They fanned out and grew until she forgot about pain as though she was going to die of ecstasy, felt sure that her heart was going to explode.
Her heart did not, but the rest of her did, as she came very strongly, even more so than when he had done it to her with his mouth.
Just as her come was finishing, he groaned, rammed his tool all the way into her, and, leaving it there, ground in her crotch, twisting and jerking as he fired his cram into her belly.
Before Catherine left that day, she had enrolled as a nun and promised to report to the convent the following morning.