Beth
by Allene
Chapter 29
On friday the priest met me at the door. He put a note on the
outside of the door then locked it. This was new so I asked him
what the note said. He told me the women working for the rummage
sale were dropping by un-announced. The note said he was away and
to leave a message for his return. He explained he did not want
anyone wandering around looking for him while we were having our
session.
When I took off my clothes this time I faced him and removed
them slowly as in a strip-tease without music. When I was naked
he said again that he would have to think of something to cure my
lack of modesty at another session. This session would test my
obedience.
I assured him that I would do whatever he asked no matter how
it may hurt my body or my feelings. He seemed pleased by my
answer and said, " That's fine. You know I want you to be a
brave, obedient, and good girl don't you?" " Oh yes," I replied,
" You will see how good I will be."
As I was speaking he was removing his coat and shirt. When
done he said, " The first test will be regarding your attitude
toward heterosexuality. Come over to me. Get on your knees and
take down my trousers." When I had done as he asked, I noted
that this was the first time I had seen his dick soft. Even soft
it was larger than most of the boys I had been with when theirs
were hard.
With an authoritarian tone he said, " Put my penis in your
mouth and make love to it. If you cannot get it all in your mouth
you may be punished." I had it all in my mouth until it got hard
then it proved impossible. It was just too large for my throat.
No matter what I did I would gag and back off when it started
down my throat. He finally pushed my head back off his dick. I
really felt bad I had not been able to please him and apologized
copiously. He ignored my apologies saying, " Ask me to put my
penis in your pussy." I did as he said but he was not satisfied
until I was begging him to please fuck me and promising him I
would not fail to please him again. When he relented and started
fucking me with long strokes the fact that I was forced to beg
him to fuck me added enough thrill that I was about to come
without pain. He stopped! " Ask me to put it in your anus."
This time I began to beg immediately and when he drove that huge
mass into my asshole I was glad he had fucked my pussy first to
get it wet and slick. Even with this lubrication my poor ass-hole
was stretched to the point it felt as if it was ripping and his
dick was so long it must have come close to hitting my stomach. I
managed to come before he did. As I was hugging him after he
came, I reinforced my opinion that the treatment was working. I
had come with just a little pain and with no women around. Again
the orgasm was not as strong as the ones I got with pain but I
felt it was a start and was crying and thanking him in near
hysteria.
He let me calm down then informed me that there would be
further tests. He told me that since I had failed the first test
He had another that I could not fail for any physical reason. I
begged him to let me take it and promised again I would not fail.
He told me he was glad to hear I had the right attitude.
"On a piece of plywood on the floor by the wheel you will find
fifty thumb-tacks. I want you to pick them up and bring them to
me on your hands and knees." I thanked him for the easy task,
but he said, "It won't be so easy. You can't use your hands.
Those tacks are all pointed up. You will pick them up by lying
your breasts on them hard enough to make them stick in your
skin."
As you remember I had used the slicker-brush and other things
to pierce my skin so still did not think this would be too hard.
and told him I would be glad to do it if it would please him.
"There is more to the test. When you come back I will count
the tacks. You will get two lashes for each tack missing."
Although being lashed again did not seem that bad to me I was
determined to please him.
What I had not taken into account was the fact that thumb-
tacks are not very sharp. I really had to press down hard to get
them deep enough in my skin to stay. In order to get them all to
stick I had to let down on them several times causing tacks
already stuck in me to push in even further till the ones around
my nipples were pushed in all the way to the heads. Since they
were not sharp they seemed to tear my skin on the way in. I tried
to miss my nipples but he had put the tacks so closely together I
ended up with two or three in each nipple and worse these were
pushed in all the way so I could get the others on the outsides
to stick in. This really hurt but the idea that I was pleasing
him and God by my actions and the fact that I was able to turn
even this pain to sensations directed to my pussy kept me to the
task. I had to put my weight on the tacks several times as
sometimes the tack would roll over on their sides and others
would not go deep enough to stick.
When I was sure I had them all I began to crawl back to him.
My breasts hanging straight down would swing with every movement
and I heard some tacks hit the concrete floor as my breasts
bumped against my arms. He had made the task no easier by sitting
on the chair at the far end of the room.
When I got to him he had me get up on my knees with my hands
behind my head. while he counted the tacks. He pushed in on every
tack as he counted it pushing the ones that were only half in to
go flush with my skin. By the time he got to the end my body was
pulsating like mad and I was pushing toward his finger with each
count.
When done he said that I was ten tacks short. By this time I
had no idea if the count was right nor did I care. He lifted me
to my feet and led me over to the wheel. When I was tied to it
forming an "X" shape he said, " Since you tried to do your task I
will let you choose the areas to be punished." Since my breasts
were so tender by now I said, " Please give me four on my breasts
and the rest on my crotch."
He seemed surprised saying, " None on your stomach or
thighs?"
I explained, " I failed at my task. I should be punished in
the most sensitive areas." Actually I did not know my stomach
and thighs were an option before my choice. I was not going to
back down now.
I hung on the wheel waiting for him to remove the tacks for
my whipping. Instead he started taking tacks out of the box
saying, " I'll put back the tacks you missed." Then he began
pushing them into the outer lips of my pussy. When he finished
there were vertical lines of five tacks on each side of the slit
of my pussy. Each tack increased the level of my excitement. He
seemed pleased that I simply moaned as each was pushed in.
He started with my breasts and the first few lashes were
excruciatingly painful as the tacks were pushed and twisted in my
skin by the whip. Each lash caused tacks to pop out so the last
lash did not hit a tack. Even this pain turned to pleasure
although there was some delay because of the intensity of the
pain.
He saw that I was coming by the time he had turned my breasts
to fire on the last lash. He stopped to watch me gyrate, pant,
and sweat as I came back down.
When my gyrations slowed down and I started to breathe almost
normally he unlocked the wheel and turned it so I was standing on
my head. He said," You won't pass out with all the blood going to
your head." He was right and I would have liked to pass out
before it was over. My pussy did not shake like my breasts and
with his overhand swings directly on my cunt the tacks stayed in
place causing much deeper and mixed pain. What made it bearable
was the fact he began hitting me easy increasing the strength and
speed as my excitement increased. By the tenth stroke some of the
tacks had come out and I was able to come close to orgasm. When
he saw me pushing out my pussy to meet his blows he started
saying, " Good girl, or brave girl." with each swing. By the last
lash juice from my pussy was running down my stomach nearly to my
belly- button. He buried his tongue in my pussy then kissed,
nibbled, and lapped at it till I no longer had individual
orgasms. Just constant thrill while my mind spaced out.
Then he spun me right side up and buried his monster dick in
my pussy. He was wild this time and our bodies collided like a
trip-hammer while the few tacks left on my pussy dug in. When he
came he literally fell back to the floor. By the time he had
recovered enough to untie me I had settled down to spasmodic
twitches.
He carried me back to the rack and began to gently remove the
remaining tacks and apply the salve as he kissed and fondled me.
There was blood on my breasts and pussy so he got a towel and
wiped off the blood with the salve. He was glad to see the blood
stopped almost immediately but must have felt guilty as he said,"
I think you have paid for your sins. You don't have to come
back."
" I don't think I have. I failed the tests you gave me. I
should at least have to make up for that." I argued.
He smiled and said," You are so brave the Saints and Martyrs
would be proud of you. Of course you are right. Your punishment
should end only when you feel you have been saved.
This really made me feel proud and I would have been willing
to suffer more in spite of my now very sore body if he had not
put on his clothes and began to dress me. I started to protest
the panties and bra but he told me that this way I would feel the
pain all the way home. He was right. I could hardly wait to get
to my room and my table leg to have one more orgasm before I went
to sleep.
Just before I left He took out a tape measure to measure the
distance from the floor to my pussy, my breasts, and my ass. This
naturally piqued my curiosity but when I asked him why he was
doing it he would only say " It is a surprise. Wait till friday."
