1. Spank Me


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Male/Female, Spanking, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    * It was a week after the funeral, but Heather was still wearing black at the insistence of her dad, Father Petri. The death of Heather's mom was devastating, but car wrecks are like that, and Heather had already gotten past the crippling grief that still had Father Petri mired in misery. Heather always did have an astounding ability to endure, whether it was the tempestuous relationship between her dead mother and Father Petri, or the spankings he had been administering since she was a child. Stiff upper lip was Heather's coping mechanism, and she was good at it. Father Petri, on the other hand, was a bit of a lost cause. He was weak when it came to women. All through his first marriage it was a struggle to keep his eyes on the Lord rather than the busts of the women of his congregation. Shortly after his first wife died, he ran across the future Mrs. Petri number two at a homeless shelter. Recognizing her potential as a breeding partner (his first wife had failed at this activity) and mindful of the cost of tattoo removal and the fact that he could get the church to pay for it, he cleaned her up, bought her some hot outfits, and started a family with her. Since the funeral, Father Petri had taken to the wine, an activity that had been forbidden during Heather's Mom's tenure in the household. Even Father Petri knew if a young woman had a propensity for alcohol abuse, keeping the bottle out of reach was a much more effective deterrent than relying on willpower or the ...
    benevolence of the Savior. Unfortunately, it was now Father Petri who needed a higher power to temper his alcoholic intake, and that higher power was conspicuously absent. "Heather!" he bellowed, pushing himself back from the dinner table, "see what you did?" Heather knew perfectly well what she had done: nothing. It was Father Petri who had knocked over the vase of chrysanthemums, something that happened fairly frequently when he was in an animated conversation with himself railing at the immorality of the "damned liberals" and waving his arms around "I'm sorry," she said, hanging her head. "Shut up! In my study. Now!" She watched him stagger across the hall and into his dark, musty study. Then she waited, giving him a moment to take off his jacket, roll his padded chair out from behind the desk, and prepare himself for the task at hand. Father Petri was a man of habit, and Heather knew how important it was to not interrupt the precision of his routines -- especially his spanking routine. She entered his study and found him sitting with his left leg crossed over his right, waiting for the weight of her tummy to settle there. She stood before him, said the obligatory "forgive me Father for I have sinned," and proceeded to bend over his knee. Once she was settled onto his leg, he jerked her hip up tight against his groin and let his fingers settle softly on her backside. She waited. And waited. Finally, his deep voice rumbled through the study like God Himself. "You know what this ...
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