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

    "Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven! Twelve!" It happened so fast, she was totally unprepared for it. The sensation was like a wave crashing through her body, a tingling rushing wave that made her ache all over. But it was a sweet ache, an ache of pleasure streaming out from between her legs. She heard herself sobbing, she felt her body quivering uncontrollably, she imagined a puddle of her pee soaking into his slacks. It was then that Father Petri grabbed her hip and jammed it even tighter against his body. She just assumed it was his signal that she was not yet allowed to get up. She waited, the wave of release still rolling through her body, and she noticed the wave seemed to be transferring to Father Petri's body too, creating a similar quivering sensation. Suddenly, Father Petri gave her a swift shove, sending her sprawling onto the carpet. She just lay there, helpless, her dress still bunched up under her bust line, her panties and pantyhose still down around her knees. "Be gone, you insolent Jezebel" he sputtered, sending his spittle sailing clear over onto her bare hip. She felt it dribble down into her close-cropped bush. "Be gone and pray for Jesus to save your soul!" She tried to get up, but she was so weak she had to grab the edge of the desk for support. Struggling to her feet, she noticed there was no pee stain on Father Petri's leg, but there was a wet spot in his lap, which she assumed was from the wine. "Cast your eyes away from me!" he demanded, quickly ...
    shuffling a newspaper into his lap. Heather complied, hobbling towards the door. It wasn't till she was out in the hallway that she dared pull her pantyhose back up, and even then, she didn't pull them all the way up. She felt so sensitive down there, so alive and tingly, she didn't want to ruin the feeling by covering it up with her underwear. As she stumbled up the stairs, stopping every couple of steps to grab the railing while her body shuddered, she came to the conclusion that God had something to do with what had just happened. In her prayers that night she thanked God for helping her through the spanking, and she asked God if it would be okay if she slept with no panties, since she was still tingling down there and she didn't want to ruin it. ***** After the funeral, the spankings seemed to occur roughly twice a week, depending on what sort of imaginary infraction she had involuntarily committed. The spankings in the middle of the week would usually occur upstairs in her pink bedroom, the spankings on Sunday would take place in his study. "Heather!" he would say, after his third glass of wine, "do you see the spots on this glass? Your mother never left spots on the wine glasses." Heather would hang her head during these humiliating episodes, acting as if she was dreading her punishment, when, in fact, she was now looking forward to it, even relying on it. She had tried -- oh how she had tried to replicate the bare-bottomed spankings in her bedroom, but to no avail. She ...
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