Kitty's Confessional

Kitty hadn’t always been bad but it had been a while since her last confession….

As it was now December it was time for a little soul cleansing.

After a few deep breaths she headed into the depths of the church for her unburdening.

Taking a seat in the empty booth, a kindly voice behind the screen beside her prompted her to begin.

She began to recount her escapades of late – not going to church as regularly as she should, drinking, swearing, having sexual fantasies and fornicating.

The priest had heard it all before but perhaps just not in the graphic detail that Kitty delivered.

“Hail Mary’s aren’t going to cut it this time” she thought.

The priest was thinking the same thing…….

“My goodness – entering a motel wearing a sexy white corset and lace panties and lying blindfolded on the bed waiting for him; all the while with a vibrator humming inside you.

And then being spanked by him – hard; fellating him and taken by him in all sorts of positions…..”

“Yes father”

“If that wasn’t enough you were then seduced by a total stranger in a shoe shop”

“Yes father”

“You need to be punished”

“Yes father”

“Not just verbally”

“…Yes father” A tingle of nervous anticipation crept into Kitty. What did that mean?

“Follow me to the vestry”

Demurely she followed him. He held the door open, firmly closing it and quietly turning the key in the lock. “Now we won’t be disturbed”

Kitty nervously glanced around the vestry. There were some robes hanging on the wall, a small desk in one corner, a buttoned leather couch and … holy shit!, a St Andrews Cross…….in a church? WTF?

The priest ordered Kitty to undress. She hesitated.

“Come now” he reassured her. “Christ died on his cross for our sins. You’re not going to die. You’re merely paying a penance for being a dirty little whore”.

She unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her skirt – both fell to the floor. As she removed her bra the priest said “Leave your shoes and panties on and stand in front of the cross”

She moved into the star position. Ass facing out. She was going to atone for all of her filthy sins. He secured her limbs with the leather ties attached to the cross and walked to where the robes were hanging. Reaching behind them...his hand returned with a cane.

Kitty glimpsed this out of the corner of her eye and knew what was coming. She braced, ready for the impact. The priest lifted his arm high in the air, and swiftly brought it downwards. Whoosh! The strike came within a gnat’s bollock of Kitty’s flesh. She flinched.

“Just flexing” smiled the priest.

The priest repeated the action, this time connecting. Kitty gasped. The pain was sudden and stung.

Again the priest lifted his arm high, growling at Kitty "This is what happens to dirty whores". The cane struck again, hitting its target beautifully.

Red welts are rising across Kitty's ass cheeks. A warm glow radiating through her.

Knuckles white and breathing heavily, the priest went to the desk, pulled out a glass and a bottle of whiskey. He poured himself a drink and swallowed. He undressed and put on a robe. Next to the desk was a bar-fridge. Opening it, he removed some ice-cubes from the freezer tray.

Cupping them in his hands he returned to his captive disciple.

Reaching around, he placed his hand over her left breast.

Kitty wasn’t prepared for the shock of the ice cube on her nipple. He moved it around her areola, over her nipple, up her neck and into her mouth. “Suck my fingers whore” She complied.

He slipped his other hand inside her panties – what was left of them after being struck with the cane.

His fingers felt cool next to her skin but not as cool as the remaining ice cubes that he slid inside her.

“How does that feel, my child? Do you like that?

“Or maybe you’d prefer this” pulling her hips toward him and impaling her on his rock hard cock.