As Father Pavel prepared his weekly sermon, his thoughts wandered to the forbidden fruit that tempted him beyond reason. Every Sunday, she sat in the front row with parted legs, so he could see the glistening treasure that made him shamefully hard.
Closing his eyes, he stroked his cock, imagining he was fucking her pussy while her ample tits bounced.
As he was about to shoot his load, Sister Rose walked in.
She quickly knelt before him to catch his thick seed in her mouth and swallowed.
Father Pavel was grateful, as always.
Sister Rose mentally thanked the redheaded harlot.
“You’re a naughty nun,” Father Pavel said as he wiped his cock on her face. “While I appreciate your delusional devotion, you’ve sinned again and must repent. Now, on your knees. You are to say ten ‘Our Fathers’ and ‘Ten Hail Marys,’ then you’ll bend over my counter so I may castigate your whorish haunches to help quell your aroused sex.”
“I’ll say the prayers, Father, but please don’t punish my backside again. I’m not aroused; I swear it.”
“I can smell your juices dripping from your ripe cunt, Sister Rose. Be a faithful servant and take your punishment like a good girl.”
“Yes, Father Pavel,” she replied subserviently. “What method will you use today?”
“Kneel, Sister, and say your prayers. You’ll see soon enough what I have planned for you.”
Pouting, she knelt and began her penance.
Meanwhile, Father Pavel went to his desk to select a ruler to use on Sister Rose. His spent cock was twitching back to life at the thought of reprimanding the naughty nun. In his heart, he knew he would be picturing the lusty redhead from church while he meted out the discipline on Sister Rose’s firm, round butt cheeks. Thank goodness this vestal virgin existed to take care of the needs stirred by the scarlet hussy who sat provocatively in the first pew, teasing him with her wanton behavior.
If he could, he’d fuck the shit out of the crimson cunt who practically dared him to ravage her week after week. But he’d lose his appointment at this very prestigious shrine and be shuffled off to some shoddy little one-room church in some desolate podunk town. So, he resisted the sultry siren and used the innocent, raven-haired novice to suppress his true desires.
He was careful. He never touched Sister Rose with his hands. Sure, he wiped his cock on her face or frock, and he had spanked her with different implements of impact, but he could truthfully say that he’d never laid a finger on her.
When she finished her prayers, he instructed her to undress completely. “You can put your clothing on the chair. Now, Sister Rose, you were very naughty when you walked in on my private time and took it upon yourself to drink my seed. For that indiscretion, you must be taught a lesson. I’ve let you off the hook with multiple warnings and given you harsh punishments, but you still haven’t learned that my manhood does not belong in your mouth.”
“Yes, Father Pavel. I’m sorry; I will repent.”
“Good girl. Now, bend over and present your bottom to me.”
“Yes, Father Pavel.”
Sister Rose felt her juices start to flow again. She knew she was a sinner and truly meant to atone each time she found herself in the priest’s quarters. But, for some reason, her body reacted like a wanton slut instead of a repentant woman of the Lord. Still, she held out hope that one of these times, his physical reprimand would sink in and prevent her from trying to be his slutty cum dumpster. If only she hadn’t developed such a taste and longing for his hot, sticky semen.
“Brace yourself, Sister Rose. You will receive ten strokes on each side for a total of twenty strokes. Your derriere will be sore for a few days, which should remind you to keep your cravings in check.”
Smack! Smack!
The first two strokes left a significant sting. Sister Rose cried out and was quickly admonished by her Pastor.
“Hush! Do you want someone to hear you? Then how would we explain your decadent deeds? I’ll have to use your panties to keep you quiet.”
Sister Rose felt a tingle in her pussy as he stuffed her white cotton briefs into her mouth. She wondered if the redheaded hussy had ever enjoyed such a quirky consequence, then laughed when it occurred to her that the big-boobed bimbo probably didn’t wear panties.
Smack! Smack!
Her moans were muffled now, which seemed to satisfy Father Pavel. Although, she suspected that he’d realize her pussy was starting to drip.
Smack! Smack!
“Your disgraceful cunt is leaking!” he chastised. “The rest of the strokes shall be twice as hard!”
A shiver of lust rippled through Sister Rose. She was sure this was heaven but didn’t dare say so.
After the final strokes on her bottom, Sister Rose came hard. She did her best to try and conceal that fact from Father Pavel, but he wasn’t stupid.
“You’re a whore, Sister Rose. A dirty, dirty whore. You seem to enjoy being punished. I’ll have to think of a clever way to rid you of your wantonness. In the meantime, you may rise and get dressed.”
Sister Rose did as she was told. However, she couldn’t help but notice that Father Pavel’s erection looked like it might burst through his trousers.
“Father, do you need further assistance?” she asked coquettishly.
He looked down at his crotch. “Christ, forgive me; I became aroused while administering your harsh consequence. You’re going to be the death of me, Sister.”