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

    invite a fellow pastor from out of town to stop by and have dinner now and then. Depending on who this dignitary was, (or, Heather would soon realize, if he was with his wife) Father Petri would request a certain dress for Heather to wear: "The red satin one," or "the shimmery blue one." These were all dresses her mother used to wear, but they were ill-fitting on Heather's curvy frame. In fact, Heather thought the dresses looked stupid, like in Victorian times, when a woman's chest was all smooshed up on the verge of escaping from its containment system. She shared her concern with Father Petri, but there was no arguing with the man. "That dress doesn't fit me," she would say softly, so as not to annoy her very persnickety father. "It's too small, and I'm afraid my bust is going to pop out." He would lower his spectacles and look at his daughter adoringly. "We're honoring you mother's memory dear. Now run along and get changed, and put on that pretty red lipstick. You're looking more like your mother every day." She had no choice but to do as her father asked, even if she couldn't wear a bra underneath her Mom's dresses. She would put the dress on and adjust it so that her nipples weren't showing, but her nipples were always mere centimeters from revealing themselves. It was nerve-wracking, and she took to having a glass of wine whenever she was required to dress that way. "Go ahead and refresh Bishop Oglivey's glass, darling?" Feeling the comforting buzz of the wine ...
    cushioning her every move, she would bend over at the Bishop's side, her quivering breasts inches from his face, and minister to his needs. "You're such a pretty girl," the Bishop would say, talking to her breasts instead of her face. "You're going to make some lucky young man very happy one day." Then he would lean back in his chair and adjust the napkin in his lap while she refilled his wine or removed his salad plate. She readily accepted the woman's role of subservience because it seemed to lead to more attention. She liked having these strange men tracing their fingers across her bare shoulders and along her collarbones, or grabbing her around the waist and plopping her in their laps. It made her feel special, loved even, and wasn't that what Jesus wanted for us all? While Father Petri's taste in dinner dresses was rather liberal, he was not as accommodating about swimwear. He would have no part of this new, modern-day trend with women revealing every inch of their sinful bodies in a tiny bikini. He was adamant that Heather was to wear her old red speedo, the one she got during her sophomore year at the Christian Academy she had just recently graduated from. "But father," she would say, turning around and showing him her backside, "see how it's too small? If I take two steps, it rides up between my bum cheeks." Then she would face him. "And here?" she would say pointing to how her breasts were bulging out like squished water balloons overflowing the top of her suit, "don't you ...
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