"Crime" and Punishment

Since she was wearing the outfit, I decided to adapt our little game to suit the situation. "Then I think it's time for some confessions, don't you?" I asked. Raven raised an eyebrow before getting it, a tiny giggle escaping her lip before she **** her face into a mournful expression.

Pulling back from me, she knelt down. "I've been having...impure thoughts lately," she whispered, as if it bothered her. Obviously it did not. "About boys?" I asked. She shook her head. "Boys and girls...I know it's wrong, but I can't help it!" she said with a faux choked sob. Not a bad actor.

I stroked my chin, as if in thought. "What do these thoughts entail?" I asked. "I...I shouldn't say..." Raven whispered. "Now, now...how can you get forgiveness if you don't fully confess?" Nodding, Raven sighed. "I...I think of a boy...grabbing me and pulling me into a dark room, having his way with me...ravaging me...and then...then the girl comes...I fear being caught, but she joins us..."

Nodding, I patted her head. "And what do you do when you have these thoughts?" "I...I touch myself," she confessed. "I touch myself and pretend it's all happening right then and there. It feels so good...I'm sorry, Father John! Please, is it too late for me?" Wow, she was hamming it up now.

"It's never too late...but you still must be punished before you can be forgiven." I picked her up and lean over over my knee, hiking up her skirt. She squealed as my hand swatted her butt. She gripped my bed sheets. "Harder," she whispered, pleading with me while trying her best to not break character.