As she left Father Montoya said, “You may
remove the harness for using the bathroom, bathing, and sleeping.
Tomorrow is your last day of detention.”
That was it; as if nothing had happened at
all.
***
The Friday school day seemed to pass ever so
slowly. Not only was the harness and its appendages uncomfortable,
but she had tests in three of her classes. On top of that the
reality of what she’d been doing with the Fathers was starting to
weigh heavy on her mind. She wasn’t an unwilling participant most
certainly, but all the same the risk of pregnancy loomed. And the
terrifying thought of
what if
someone else found out? Of
course the idea of someone else finding out was kind of exciting in
its own twisted way. She knew she was going to have to reconcile
all of this somehow. It was so confusing. Yet the closer three
o’clock came, the more excited she found herself becoming. Just the
thought of the priests touching her, penetrating her, and yes, even
spanking her, excited her. By the time she reached detention that
Friday afternoon she was already wet and knew the harness and her
panties were, too.
Father Montoya was already armed with his
crop when she arrived. “Strip down, remove the harness and dildos,
and bend over the desk with legs spread.”
They were such brisk orders that Mindy
bulked.
“Do you need motivation?” he asked, smacking
the crop against the desk.
“No sir,” she murmured. Undressing quickly
and removing the harness, she hurried to the desk, spread her legs
and leaned over it, bracing herself for the spanking she knew she
was going to get. The anticipation of the crop smacking her
backside caused shivers of excitement to run rampant through her.
The first smack caught her square across both cheeks. She jumped
slightly.
Again and again the crop smacked her skin.
Sometimes lightly, teasingly. Other times hard and stinging.
Finally, Father Montoya’s hand caressed her sore rear. “Good girl.
Father Santiago and I have considered locking you up in our private
dungeon and making you our secret sex slave. We’re pretty sure
you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She felt a tingle in her clitoris at the
suggestion. “Oh, yes Father,” she moaned.
“If your behavior doesn’t improve that’s
exactly what we’re going to do to you. We’re going to lock you up
and keep you as our little toy. Spank you and fuck you and make you
serve us naked on your hands and knees like the little slut you are
and you’ll beg for our peniss to fill you. Isn’t that right?”
She whimpered, feeling the sensation of
extreme wetness between her thighs. “Mmm, yes Sir.”
He undid his belt and pulled out is penis,
entering her from behind. Her wet hole took him completely and
without hesitation, sending a pulsating wave of pleasure through
her entire sex. “I want to fuck you every day like this.”
She could do nothing but moan and push back
on his penis, forcing it into her as deep as it would go. Each
stroke made her want more, faster.
His teeth and tongue found her shoulder, one
hand found her breasts, and the other her clitoris. He kissed her
neck then and growled in her ear like a lustful animal as he came.
When he was done he pulled out and continued to rub her clitoris
until she found her release and bucked against his hand until she
was spent. Then he kissed the back of her head, pulled up his pants
and in that very detached and cool manner said, “Now get dressed
and take this, then run along. Your detention is over.” He handed
her a white pill.
“What is it?” she asked cautiously.
“A morning after pill. It should prevent
pregnancy.”
“What if it doesn’t work and I end up…?” she
said, looking at the pill in her hand.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Hopefully it’s not an issue though you are a woman now and you
should consider getting some birth control.” His casual
acknowledgment surprised her.
“Yes Father. “ She got dressed and left as
she was instructed. On the way home she felt a bit sad. She didn’t
want it to end. Not like that. She wanted to serve them on her
hands and knees. Wanted them to use her. There was something
comforting in that thought.
***
The following Monday, Mindy stepped onto
school property with a smug smirk of satisfaction on her face. Her
blouse was far too low cut, her midriff was showing, and she’d
hiked her skirt up a few inches. If anything it would get her the
detention she so desperately wanted, no, craved. So when Sister
Mary Ann sent her to Father Santiago’s office first thing that
morning, she practically skipped there wondering if sex slaves got
to sleep in the same bed with their masters. She guessed she’d find
out. END
***
The
Twisted Virgin Tales
series of
stories may contain elements of bdsm (light spanking or bondage,
and domination/submission), role-playing within May-December
romances, sex toys, anal sex, multiple partners, taboo sexual
partners and eighteen-year-old high school girls
behaving
very
badly.
Check out all the stories
in the
Twisted Virgin Tales
series including
Virgin
Punishment, Virgin Desires, Virgin School, Virgin
Secrets
, and
Virgin Confessions
. If you
like my stories check out my experimental erotic fantasy shorts
(coming soon!). ~ Ella XXOOXX