Spare the rod, spoil the parishioner

"Coming Reverend," an airy voice shouted back, as Sylvie bounced up the stairs.

Once in the office, Sylvie stood in front of the desk, hands clasped in a polite posture. Almost 6” tall she towered over the reverend, wearing short, athletic bright orange shirts, and a black and orange themed long-sleeved one in the local college colors. A tiger in every sense of the word, and a proud member of the volleyball team, there was very little that was soft about her. Save her chest, perhaps, maybe B-C sized cups that were taught against her shirt.

Now standing behind his desk, Holmes continued, “Sylvie, as are you aware, due to the informal posture of those preceding you I must now dictate manners during confession, thank you for your show of respect.”

“Of course, Sir!”

“Now please elaborate on what sins you have committed this week.”

“Oh at the start of the week, I only spent a few minutes talking about Christ at the local orphanage I meant to go for longer like I said last week I was going to, but Tyrone he was leaving town, and I just wanted to give him something to remember me by for a bit.”

“What?”

“Oh you know,” she blushed. “Sex. Hard, vigorous sex.”

“What –”

“After that my boyfriend was out of town, so I watched some porn, stuff that really gets me going you know.”

“Err, no not really.”

“Huh?” said Sylvie. “I could have sworn I told the previous Reverend many times, maybe he didn’t leave any notes behind. Yeah, I really like black on black porn. Really gets my motor going you know?”

“Actually, I should probably go into detail, since it’s your first week and all. I know I’m not supposed to watch porn, but when Tyrone – my boyfriend – is out of town it helps. I like the size of the dicks, or cocks their called most of the time, much larger than ones like crackers, or chinks have right?”

Holmes stared in disbelief at the polite young woman he known all of a few days as she spewed garbage to him.

“Those are just too small to satisfy.” Gesturing to her lower half. “Here let me show you.”

She yanked her shorts down and displayed her young, but clearly abused pussy. The lips were stretched wide as she moved them with her hands.

“You, see? Tyrone really fills it up, and I like to watch porn of black men on white men too sometimes,” she said guiltily. “I know homosexuality is a sin, but there’s nothing like a cracker, bent over a firm, bed, getting railed from behind with this huge black cock!”

“Like you know it’s real when there’s that tinge of blood? And the face screwed up? Hard to find that quality though, acting just ain’t that good anymore like my Mama says. So, most of the time I watch the black guy while I masturbate, I have several huge dildos at home I like to use, I’m kind of debating getting a butt plug too.”

“I kind of like pain a bit as well, right that sort of feeling is good sometimes when mixed with a bit of pleasure. And . . . “

As she went on and on Holmes furiously slapped the desk, “I’ve had enough! This is beyond unacceptable young lady, take of those shorts entirely, grab the front of my desk with both hands, and lean forward! Some corporal punishment is clearly required.”

While clearly, and surprisingly given the last few minutes of words, uncomfortable with the command, Sylvie did just that, firmly gripping the front desk.

The Reverend now behind her corn-rowed head, saw two dark cheeks, clutched by stretched red panties with a fringe of lace pattern on the sides over a taught ass. Yanking the panties down, he slammed his right hand firmly on the left butt cheek.

“Count!” he yelled over the squeal.

“One!

Again, almost harder he continued, with a “smack” echoing through the quiet church.

“Two!”

This time he held the ass cheek firmly in his hand, feeling the heat of the impact.

“Sir? Are there more.”

“Of course there are more”

Again, and again the blows rained down, Sylvie faithfully counting away, “. . . four . . . seven . . . twenty!”

Here Holmes stopped for breath. Looking down he saw below and between the darker ass cheeks, panties stretched by things, tight legs quivering, sweating head looking straight forward, that stretched black pussy. Still as dry **** Valley, and possibly a bit wider.

“Are we done now, sir?”

Holmes, flashed back to younger years in South Carolina, when he asked out Martha for the prom, and Martha said no, and then along came James. An athletic, star quarterback, the sole reason that school came easily out segregation, who asked her out next. Black James.

“No,” Holmes said. “Step outside for a moment. And Sylvie? Good job on your outreach, it’s important we spread the word of the lord. I just must come up with some homework for you. It’s important that I help you with the absolution of these sins. And help poor Tyrone too.”

“Phew, thanks Reverend.”

With a small wince, she collected herself, and stepped out somewhat slowly, before closing the door behind her, and proceeding back to her post by the front door.

Hands still shaking, from excitement and fury the Reverend pulled his trusty book out once more.

“Organization: New Light Baptist Church “

“New Rule: There is a box in the closet of Jason Holmes office that when closed and opened provides what object Jason Holmes desires.”

Pausing before he continued, he looked at his computer.

“I’ll need to do some research.”

A few hours later, “Sylvie, get back up here! I have what you need now!”

Once in the office, Sylvie once more looked at Holmes.

“Now,” said Holmes grimly. “Your homework. It’s clear that some absolution is in order. Strip, spread your legs, hands behind your head.”

Sylvie stood once more, legs split, full breasts out, clean shaven pussy visible. Clear blush at the provocative stance, but not an ounce of unwillingness as she obeyed her Reverend.

Holding odd, transparent, white latex undergarments in one hand and a jar of white cream in the other, Holmes approached.

“It’s truly incredible, what new technology can do, I need to rub this in.” Saying so Holmes rubbed the cream into her labia, and around it with his hand, watching it visibly close up, and clean up, before grabbing more and rubbing around her anus, as it too seemed tighter than before.

Judging from the noises above, it was a not unpleasant experience for the 21-year-old.

And from the squirming after, there was a clear persisting sensation.

Then he stuck his fingers in her mouth.

“Suck, sinner.”

“Hmmmph,” she replied, doing just that, all part of the absolution.

After Holmes assisted in lifting her legs, sliding the white latex panties in his hand over her naked cheeks.

Adding more cream, Holmes grabbed her breasts, fingers clutching in hard enough that Sylvie winced, as he spread it around, paying particular attention to the nipples. First lifting, then squeezing, several twists, as if checking to make sure they didn’t come off.

Steeping back, he briefly admired their reddened state before once more sticking his fingers between her lips.

Gazing in approval as she sucked.

“Good.”

Then helping her in the latex bra, the material holding the cream firmly against the skin.

After returning behind his desk, Sylvie was still maintaining the correct posture, but a small trembling showed effects were still present.

“Now, every sinner needs redemption, come sit in my lap,” Holmes reclined in his chair and gestured down as Sylvie gingerly lowered herself onto him, straddling him cowgirl style. Latex covered breasts in his face.

Gently the older man reached up and stroked the side of her face, feeling it flush against his hand.

The cream continued to burn hot against Sylvie’s genitals and breasts.

“As you have probably guessed by now, the cream also acts as an aphrodisiac, the garments preserve its nature far longer than simple thread. There are other important effects that you will note in time. But all for the better. While some of the physical damage has been undone, the mental is much harder and will require some serious effort on your part.”

“I have spent some time doing research, while some would argue that we should simply abandon your porn habits, that is clearly not enough. The lasting mental impact is far too severe. We must counterbalance it.” As he spoke, he reached around here and pulled out some simple wireless earbuds, before reaching up and putting them on Sylvie.

“Massa. White dick. Black whores . . .” the race play porn echoed through ears in Sylvie’s head as Holmes reached over and grasped both breasts, squeezing and groping them like there was not tomorrow.

Hunched over his chair she began humping his lap desperately as her nipples tingled, and she felt an endless heat burn through her.

However, no matter her hip movements, and no matter the amount of **** used on her breasts, she stood ever at the edge.

“As you can now see, the cream amongst it’s many wonders, also prevents climax.”

Looking up into her face, a fervent smile stretched across his face as he spoke over the fading noise of the headset, raised voice ensuring she heard every word, “Your outstanding homework is to put on your clothes, go home, take the rest of the day and week off.”

“Every morning wake up and masturbate for another 30 min, still in the this latex and white cream. Eat a large breakfast.”

“Then spend several hours studying scripture, it’s important to keep up with your faith.”

“Take a large lunch. After lunch, some punitive actions are in order.”

He gestured to a box, “In there are several items with instructions for their use. Black cream that will itch and burn and ginger roots amongst them for example. Use them as described for the afternoon, while gazing at images of Tyrone.”

“In the evening you may do as you will, so long as it does not contravene the spirit of these instructions. No exercise. Eat a large dinner.”

“Every night before you sleep reapply this white cream and these clothes, masturbate to visual and audio porn similar to this for 30 minutes, and go to bed.”

Removing a simple white dildo, that emerged out of a pacifier with straps in her hand from the box on his desk and placing in her hand, he continued.

“Don’t forget to strap this around your head before you sleep, it is a simple replica of my own. Such on it, memorize the shape, focus on the sensation, and you will find yourself closer to the lord. You may name it Redemption.”

“This is a lot, all of it is written down in the box, follow all these instructions and your sin shall be absolved, we shall of course reconvene next week.”

Nodding seriously, Sylvie got up and moved to put on clothes and leave the office.

“Oh and Sylvie?”

“If anyone from the Parish asks, say it’s to absolve sins, don’t inform any others, also I have a few things I need you to express to Tyrone as a one off, listen closely . . .”