Troubling thoughts

I watch Alison's sweet ass disappear up the stairway with a particular interest. I remember just how good those tight young cheeks had felt as I gave her first her spanking. I still can't believe I just spanked my sweet tenant's bare ass - it doesn't seem real. Her faith in Jesus and God's plan for the world is something I had long abandoned. What little faith I had in a greater power was shattered by the drunk that took Francine from me.

When I was still a young man my parents **** me to read the 'good' book every night. As a horny teenager, I made it a point to hunt out every passage and reference to anything sexual. In addition to the various **** stories, there were multiple references to laws and customs that placed young women in the hands of nasty old men like me. Most people are at least somewhat familiar with the way young women of captured cities were passed out as plunder to the very warriors that had slaughtered their menfolk, but there are other less well-known passages too. Somewhere in Numbers I remember reading a line of text indicating that powerful patriarchs in Biblical times could legally take as handmaidens the unwed daughters of families unable to pay their debts.

Those young women were for all practical purposes bound into servitude by their family's debt, and I had no doubts about how the elder statesmen of the wild tribes would expect 'payment' from their newly acquired handmaidens. More than once jerked off as I imagined what it would be like to have a shy young maiden brought to my bed to deflower.

Alison's odd request started me down a dangerous path. In spite of my best intentions, I kept coming back to the same troubling thought. If she wants me to be the instrument of God's justice, then she'd better be ready for some Old Testament justice. I didn't take her that night. I didn't even masturbate that night in my room, but I did think about the pretty young woman just up one flight of stairs from my bedroom.

Friday night Alison sends me off as she goes about doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. About twenty minutes later she is standing in front of me wiping her hands on her tight jeans, her cheerful demeanor suddenly gone.

“I still don't have my rent money, Mr. Patterson.” She murmurs softly.

“I told you not to worry about that, Angel.” Even as I speak Alison is shucking off her tight jeans, any hope I have of doing the right thing evaporates when I see her long legs step out of the denim.

“I know you did, Mr. Patterson, but I told you yesterday that if I'm not paying my way that I need to be disciplined.” She turns around and pulls up the flaps of her shirt exposing a pair of light blue panties that hug her cheeks perfectly. “You'll need to spank me again, Sir.”

“Not like that, Angel.” I stop her before she can stretch over my lap again. “This time I want you all the way naked.”

“What?” This is just the first of many wicked things I imagined a Biblical clan leader might want when his new handmaiden is brought before him the first time.

“You heard me, Alison.” I use my teacher voice to make sure she knows I'm serious, “There's more than one way to punish a naughty girl who is behind on her rent.” Her hands move to the collar of her shirt and then pause. “I'm not going to ravish you, Angel, but you are indebted to me, and I want to see you naked.” It takes her a while to slip out of her shirt and even longer to pull down her light blue panties, but I'm in no hurry. Her timid undressing is easily as sexy as the hottest strip teases - no, it is way hotter.

After initially hiding her assets, she relents and puts her hands behind her back almost like a new recruit waiting for a drill sergeant's inspection.