Nothing major at first

“Do you mock me on purpose, or are you really that stupid!?” High Priest Beldan sneered as he turned from the petite figure cowering on her knees. He waved Brother Luis away and immediately a progression of servants arrived to transform the large working table into a lavish mid-day feast.

“Please your Holiness,” Pleaded Mika from her knees. “We meant no disrespect, it is all just so overwhelming.”

“It is clear to me that you and Sister Winlay suffer from the sin of pride.” Beldan announced in a flash of inspiration. To deny an accusation of an excess of pride is in itself an arrogant act, Mika would have **** but to accept his decree and thus any punishment that followed.

“No your Holiness...” The young initiate seemed to realize her mistake “Yes, your Holiness, perhaps we were not attentive enough to the will of the Church.” By now the majority of the servants had disappeared and only Beldan's butler and a large pox-scarred serving man remained by the table, they and the two Holy Guardsmen who stood in the shadows of the great hall were the only ones left between him and absolute privacy.

Beldan moved to his great chair with a calculated somber step and sat back down at the luncheon table, the muscular servant strained to shift him and his chair under the table and some small part of Beldan's brain realized that the man held his position in spite of his marred face because he was one of few men on his staff with the strength to perform this task. From his seat on this side of the table Beldan could no longer see the pretty initiate, but he had not forgotten about her.

“Bring a large silver laver with soap and rags.” He told the servant happy to see his ugly face gone from his side. He waited patiently while the butler opened a bottle of dark red wine and poured it into his glass. With an abrupt flick of his hand he dismissed the second man leaving only the guards to witness his punishment of the initiate.

“Girl!” He summoned “Come here where I can see you.” Pleased to see Sister Mika scurry obediently around the table and kneel at his feet again. Beldan watched the timid initiate out of the corner of his eye as he admired the selection before him. Mother chided him for the increase in his weight, but with delicacies like these it seemed inevitable that his waistline would grow somewhat.

“Sister Mika, are you too prideful to serve your High Priest his lunch?”

“No Your Holiness, it would be a great honor.” The little tease got that right, she rose gracefully to her feet and took his plate in her hand as she studied the score of dishes that filled the table. “My lord, what is your pleasure?” She asked clearly not sure where to start. His pleasure would be to bend that sassy little ass of hers over the table and fill it with his meat, but that could wait. He pointed to the tenderloin medallions in cream sauce, the roasted mushrooms and duck livers, and a glazed chicken breast that his chef made stuffed with crab imperial. As the initiate filled his plate a serving maid rushed in with the silver laver he had ordered.

He presented his strong hands to the blonde initiate who washed his fingers deferentially with the rose-scented water. The way she massaged his hands as she washed them thrilled Beldan, and she even ended her service by kissing each of his fingers as she dried his hands. This was going to work out wonderfully he decided as her soft fingers stroked his with the white linen towel.

“Very well done my child.” He told her resting his hand on her shoulder and gently squeezing the firm muscles under her robes in recognition. “Now show you humility to the Church by washing my feet as I eat.” The delightful young thing bobbed her head in almost devout reverence making her wild blonde curls bounce and tumble across her pretty face. Beldan turned his attention to the plate of food before him as he felt Sister Mika pulling his slippers from his feet. The food was as delicious as always, but he ate today with a renewed appetite as he felt Sister Mika tenderly bathing his feet.

“The Church now believes you and Sister Winlay acted without malice.” Beldan told her when he had at last sated his hunger. “As such each of you will need only submit to a brief chastisement and this matter will be dropped without any permanent effect on your service.”

Sister Mika crawled from under the table and knelt at his side. “Thank-you Lord Beldan.” Her trusting eyes were nearly tearing in relief. “I humbly submit to any punishment The Church deems proper.” Beldan almost crowed in triumph as he cupped Sister Mika's warm cheek in his hand stroking the soft skin under her ear with his thumb. He'd spank Mika's bare ass today and Sister Winlay's round butt tomorrow and if Sister Winlay was as easy to bend to his will as Mika had been they'd both be serving him in more ways than that in less than a fortnight.

“I have decided that because your failure was childlike in its innocence, that the punishment I will administer will be that a father to his child.” He felt the initiate tremble against his palm. “Do you agree my child that a spanking would be appropriate?” She lowered her eyes from his for a second and then nodded in compliance.