Beth
by Allene
Chapter 25
I started out trying to be as innocent as possible. The
Priest did not seem too upset about my masturbation but when I
told him Mary and I had gone down on each other and then had
group sex, he came unglued. Normally you speak in low voices or
whispers in the confessional but when he heard what I had to say
he almost yelled, " Girl! You have committed an unpardonable sin!
I will have to think of a way to try to save your soul."
His outburst didn't allow me to confess to enjoying pain.
By this time I was crying and told him I was willing to do
penance.
He said, " I can't think of a proper penance. You could not
say enough Rosaries or Hail Mary's in your lifetime to atone for
this. I think it will have to be a painful punishment."
At that, the only thing I could think of were the wooden
paddles the nuns used at school. I told him that I had only
received ten swats by the nuns when I was younger and it had
bruised me so badly my Dad had noticed my discomfort right away
and I had to tell him I had been punished. I said it would take
hundreds of swats to atone and my father would know for sure. I
would rather kill myself than have him know what his only child
had done.
The priest told me that he understood my dilemma but that he
thought he had a solution. He said that rather than one terrible
punishment I would be better trained by several less severe and
had a form of punishment that would hurt me but not bruise me
badly enough to keep me from sitting comfortably.
I asked him what that would be but he countered with " I
think it would be best to show you. Do you have some time now?"
I told him that I had told my father I may be home late. He
told me to follow him. We went through a door and down into the
basement past the furnace. We then went through another thick
wood door and down more steps to a sub-basement. Another door
opened to a store-room and on across to another door to another
room. It was very spooky as it was dimly lit by low wattage
bulbs. When he turned on the light in this room it was a scene
right out of the Spanish Inquisition. There were cuffs and chains
hanging from the walls and ceiling, tables with cuffs attached,
one special table with a winch mechanism to stretch the body, and
a large wheel standing vertically so a person attached to it
could be turned to various positions or spun around. On closer
inspection I saw the leather cuffs were lined with sheepskin to
keep from cutting the skin, and various kinds of whips, switches,
canes, and paddles hung from the walls.
I told the priest I would not have believed such a room would
exist in the church and asked him why it was here.
The priest explained that such punishments were more common
many years ago. Women criminals would ask for privacy rather than
be whipped in the town square. In this place screams could never
be heard through all the earth and many thick doors.There was
still a need for special cases like mine, and the nuns asked to
be punished regularly to relieve their guilt for various sins.
I realized I was at his mercy but was totally committed to do
what was necessary to save my soul.
He went over to a wall and brought back a whip. It was "deja
vu" time. The whip looked like the ones the penitents had used
and much like the one Paul and the boys had used at the cabin. In
spite of my good intentions I felt my pussy getting wet.
He said, " I think this will be appropriate in your case. It
will turn the skin quite red, but healthy skin will be back to
normal in a few days." I knew it would be less than that with my
healing lotion but did not think I should mention it.
I asked him not to hit me where it would show. I then went
under some cuffs in the center of the room and asked if this is
where he wanted me.
He smiled at my willingness to cooperate. " Don't you want to
know how many lashes you will receive?"
I told him I thought I would leave it up to him. He said,
" Yes, I think a hundred or so would be about right."
I was shocked and told him I would surely faint long before I
could take that many.
He agreed explaining that he planned four or five sessions
depending on my reactions. By spreading them out I would have a
chance to heal. Also, the anticipation of the next session would
serve to remind me of my sins.
In agreement I raised my arms toward the cuffs above me.
" No, You aren't ready. You saw how light this whip is. You
wouldn't even feel it with all those clothes on. Please take them
off."
I hesitated as this embarrassed me for two reasons. I was
ashamed to be naked in front of a holy man, and I was afraid I
had become wet enough to show on my panties.
He simply stared at me until I turned my back and took off my
blouse and jeans. I laid them on the stretching rack as I gave a
little shudder at the thought of what it could do. I was relieved
to see that any wetness on my panties would not be visible in the
dim light and turned around to face him in my panties and bra.
This was not good enough. He told me to take off everything.
When I had done as I was told he said, " By not complaining you
are indicating a lack of modesty. I may have to add more
punishment for that."
I did not argue the point as he lifted my arms up to the
cuffs. After buckling them to my wrists he went to the wall and
turned a winch slowly till my heels were pulled off the floor.
He held the whip up to my lips and told me to kiss the whip
and ask him for my just punishment.
I kissed the whip and being ashamed that I was feeling
sexually excited said," Please punish me severely. I know I
deserve the pain."
He smiled and gave me three evenly spaced lashes on my butt.
Just as I was starting to turn the pain into pleasure he switched
to my back at my shoulder blades. This just hurt and I screamed.
He kept going from areas that turned me on to simply painful
areas for twenty lashes as if he knew just when to stop my
approaching orgasm.
By this time tears were flowing onto my breasts and my
screams had turned to moans as my mind and body was confused by
the alternate thrill and pain.
He stopped at this point and attached cuffs to my ankles
which he then pulled apart till I looked like an inverted "Y." I
assumed he was going to whip the inside of my thighs. This gave
me mixed feelings as the pain was quite severe in that area, but
I could still convert it to thrill if the blows were spaced far
enough apart.
He went over to a chair to rest his arm and watch my body
shudder. I was sure he was getting a thrill out of my punishment
but in the dim light with his dark pants I could not tell if he
had a hard-on nor did I really care.
" We really haven't gotten to the areas that have caused your
problem. Have we?"
I was in so much pain I did not know what he was talking
about so I just shook my head in agreement and sobbed.
He then got up and hit me right across my breasts. They
danced all over my chest and the pain shot directly down to my
crotch. He must have liked the effect as he hit me two more times
right across my nipples. Now I was sobbing in the effort to come
rather than for the pain and when he switched to my pussy I went
out of control, I don't know how many times he hit my pussy as by
the ninth ot tenth I passed out from a monster orgasm.
When I woke up I was lying on the rack while he was applying
some sort of lotion to my body. He seemed contrite and a little
frightened as he apologized for hitting so hard.
I was afraid he would cancel further sessions and I would go
to Hell so I reassured him that I deserved it and that he should
be glad he was helping me. He regained his confidence and
became stern again. Saying,
" The Church is having a rummage sale in about a month. You will
tell your father that you will need to stay after school on
fridays to help. I will be waiting for you in order to finish
your punishment,"
" Yes. Oh yes. You'll see how good and obedient I can be."
At that he helped me put my clothes back on except for my
panties and bra. I told him that my breasts and crotch were too
sensitive to wear them. Actually I wanted free access to them
when I got into the car. On the way home I managed to have two
more orgasms just by reliving my experiences in the basement and
touching myself. When I got home I was so tired I went directly
to bed and to sleep.
