by B. B. Blaque
“Kiss the cross . . . do it like the repentant slut you are.”
She put her full pink lips to the base of my tattoo and licked the area just above my cock.
Thou shall not sin.
“What’ve you been doin’ that made you need to show up like this to confess?” I reached in and lifted my cock outta my jeans. “Don’t touch it . . . tell me . . . what have you done, sister? It’s been far too long since your last confession.”
The dirtiest thoughts were the ones I wanted to hear. The things that’d make me wanna punish her hard. I hated to wait between her visits, the rest of the slits I used were piss-poor substitutions for her. The longer I waited, the harsher I was on her penance.
Do her.
Punish her.
Kick her the fuck out!
“It’s been a hundred and twelve days since my last confession . . . I’ve counted every one and they’ve made me crazy with lust and impure thoughts like you wouldn’t believe.” She lifted her blue eyes to mine and quickly looked to the ground again. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you . . . when I left the last time, I was so sore and it lasted for days. I couldn’t help it . . . the more I felt it, the more sins I committed.”
“Spit it out, sister! Make me a believer. You know I expect you to tell me specifically what you did. In case you forgot, I’m not a real priest and you can’t just water shit down for me. Tell me the dirty words and things you thought of.” I rubbed my cock slowly around her lips and thought about how hard it was for her to say the words. I raised my voice, “How. Did. You. Sin?”
“Every time I moved or sat down, I could still feel you stretching me inside. I was so lost in thoughts of you and nothing seemed to make it go away. I masturbate—”
I cut her off before she could finish the sentence.
“Don’t use sterile words. What. Did. You. Do, sister? Tell me or you won’t get any of it. I can find a lot of beds to sleep in as soon as I walk out that door. If you don’t believe it, watch me.”
One last time.
“I fingered . . . finger-fucked my . . . pussy. I played with my clit and shoved three fingers inside myself and even in my ass. Is that what you want to hear? Everywhere you hurt and defiled me, I touched again and again. Surely I’m possessed.”
The more she tried my patience, the harder I got. I loved to hear her struggling while she tried to say the words that were probably like poison in her mouth. I knew once I was inside of her, they’d flow like holy water.
“How many times? What were you thinking of . . . tell me, you sinful slut! What did you wanna feel inside that filthy cunt?”
I smacked her mouth hard with my dick and her bottom lip quivered.
“I fucked my pussy 258 times since my last confession and every impure thought was about you, Crucifix. Your cock filling me and pounding me so hard I’d cry . . . your cock in my mouth and how good it is when you just do it even when I beg you to stop. I’m helpless to stop doing it! You’re all I think about and I tried to walk around with my panties on so I wouldn’t feel it so much, but the friction against my skin was too much. I was wet constantly. I’ve tried to stay naked and it didn’t help. My lust for you and your cock is almost unbearable. I don’t know how I can ever atone for it.”
She was almost in tears, but the words were breakin’ free. The nastiness that made her choke on them shot straight to my dick. I wanted her to be helpless and finally give in completely.
If she leaves—she can’t come back. I can’t take this shit anymore.
“Absolution will all depend on you, and you know it.” I grabbed the back of her head and started to bounce her mouth on my cock as it pushed its way to her throat. “All will be forgiven and you know the price. Break your vows completely, sister . . . come be mine. It’s where you belong now. That. Should be. Your. Confession!”
I was gettin’ pissed off just thinkin’ about how much she kept from me. “Confess, you dirty bitch! Tell me you know it’d take all of this impure bullshit away. Just give in to me!”
I pulled her to stand and pushed up the stupid gown. It was a symbol of everything that had broken both of us. It also drove me to punish the fuck outta her and any other chick I got to dress the part for me. It all came back to the fuckin’ skeezy, sleazy nun—Sister Antoinette.
Rot. In. Hell.
Time to show her how fuckin’ real what she wants is. It was part of what she came for and I’d make damn sure she came all over my cock and suffer for it. I lifted her off the ground and slammed her back against the iron gate.
“You shoulda been mine since the start . . . and you will be, whether you like it or not. I had to leave you when I did, but make no mistake, I’ll kidnap your ass and you won’t have a choice.”
I would so do that. She has no clue.
I held her hips and slammed her down hard onto my cock. She was so wet that I slid right in, lifted her again, and made it more vicious when I thrust into her. It wasn’t in me to make love to her or anyone. Gingersnap woulda been tortured even more without the brutality and punishment I loved to give. It made sense—we learned together and were so entwined that it couldn’t have worked any other way. When I finally snatched her by the hair and dragged her to my bike, it wouldn’t change—I’d still punish and she’d still pray for me to hurt her.
“Hold onto the bars . . . I’m gonna fuck you just to hurt you right now, but I can’t have you fall.” She spread her arms wide and gripped the cold metal tight as I started to jackhammer from below.
You’re mine. Decide. I can’t take this anymore.
The thoughts made me get more vicious. I’d never wanted to hurt her as much as I did then. When I slowed, I pulled her down, blocked her in with my arms, and whispered, “You’re a cock-tease . . . and that, sister, is a very, very bad sin. You make me think impure thoughts when you show up with a wet pussy . . .” I ran my fingers up the middle of her pussy, pushed a couple inside, and kept strokin’ as I thought of the first time I touched it. I need to be back inside her.
“You’re a sinful seductress playin’ on my desires and my fuckin’ heart. You should be ashamed.” I reached down and slid my belt out of the loops and spun her away from me. When I touched her thighs they were tremblin’ and I roughly pushed them apart.
“Why are you shakin’ . . . sister?” I spit the words as I dragged the belt down her back and stepped away. Beautiful, baby. I flipped the black gown up to her shoulders and looped the belt over her head. “You like that mouth to be full? Huh, slut? Answer me!”
You know damn well you do!
“Yes, Sir . . . my mouth is just so lustful I can’t stop imagining how good your cock feels in it and how good your seed is.”
Bitch! You know I hate that word.
“What the fuck did you just say? Use the words we both know go through your mind when you finger that pussy quietly under the sheets . . . you don’t fantasize about my fuckin’ seed! Do you?”
She cut her eyes up to me and the tears made them shine in the light comin’ in from the sunrise. I smacked at her chin and grabbed it tight. “Answer me!”
“No . . . I imagine your cum going down my throat . . . I hear your gruff voice calling it unholy communion and that makes me feel so much better than it should. Please, punish me.”
“Hold on tight, sister.” I fed the belt between her lips like a bit and closed her mouth around it. “Use your teeth!”
I walked behind her, grabbed both ends of the leather strap, and thrust in hard enough to make her head hit the gate. Maybe I’ll knock somethin’ loose.
I was tryin’ to get outta my head and do it just for me like I do with everyone else. She’d still get off and I needed to take my heart out of it and just use her like a thing. I still can’t fuck her outta my heart. My cock started to slam in quick bursts that could leave bruises on my hips. Each one pushed her into the gate and I tried to do them harder. The more I thought about hurting her, the better I felt and looked forward to the punishment I
’d dish out after she came for me. She felt too good and I choked up on the belt and yanked her head back.
“Come for me . . . sister . . . come on your confessor’s big cock . . . cleanse all those unclean thoughts from your mind for just a few seconds of lust and pleasure.” I wouldn’t stop until I’d made her feel just bad enough to appreciate the punishment I needed to give. “Let the whore outta the convent, sister . . . show me who you really are!”
I let go of the belt and grabbed up the veil with a fistful of hair. I wanted to strip her bare in every way I could, especially the filthy mind and that conflicted heart.
“Gimme the body, sister . . . the sins of the flesh . . . I feel you startin’ to pulse on my cock . . . get used to that word while I fuck your dirty cunt.” Weavin’ the seeds of guilt to serve penance for. “It’s almost time for communion . . . you better come for me or you’ll walk away like you never confessed . . . with all the nasty thoughts fuckin’ up your mind.”
She was pantin’ hard and I loved breakin’ her to put her back together again. My Gingersnap. Don’t go or you can’t come back.
I thrust harder and faster. It was all I could do not to come and I felt her soakin’ my balls and tightening on my cock. She was tryin’ to be quiet. She was tryin’ to hold it all in.
“Speak, sister! Confess! Don’t half-ass it!” I grabbed a hip and hooked my hand into the bone and squeezed hard. Just say you’ll give up all your vows!
She started to squeal and the panting was gettin’ fast as she milked my cock with her pussy. “Give in! Do it! Confess!”
“I love you . . . I want to leave . . . to be with you . . .”
She let out a near scream and I slammed in harder.“And what?”
“I want to be your shameful . . . sinful slut! I know I’ll go to Hell for you . . . I don’t care! I need you! I can’t pray you away.”
The more she fought to get the words out, the harder she slammed herself back onto my cock. She yelped as my grip tightened on her hip and then the pantin’ got faster and the words were impossible to understand. Exactly what the fuck I wanted—to feel her crumble into me. When I knew she was done, I pulled out and yanked her to the ground.
“Suck my cock . . . taste your filthy, dirty confession and lick it off my balls . . . that’s how your sin tastes, slut!” I shoved myself deep into her mouth and held the back of her head to me as I came. When I was finished, I grabbed her hair hard and turned her face up to me. “Now that you’ve confessed . . . it’s time to pay the price for your sins!”
Do the right thing for once or it’ll be the last.
4
The Lady Wore Black
I pulled up my jeans and looked at her on the ground at my feet. I thought of all the other bitches who’d done the same damn thing over the years. Not a motherfuckin’ one of them meant as much to me as she did. It was make or break time, and I could only hope she’d make the choice, one way or the other. I prayed it wasn’t the last time I’d see her kneelin’ in front of me.
Don’t make me choose for you.
“Time to get the punishment for your . . . how many sins was that?” I grabbed her and wrapped my belt around her hands. “It was some fuckin’ crazy number . . . over 200 . . . maybe I’ll give you 250 lashes . . . what do ya think?”
I pulled her toward the door of the club and she was doin’ what she always did at that point—cryin’ her eyes out. “Will that be enough? Will your dirty thoughts go away . . . will the sins you’ve committed be washed down the drain when you try to clean me off of your pristine pussy?”
I punished her every time since the very first night and it’s gone from makin’ her walk around with my cum in her panties to lashing her so bad she’d have marks for weeks. Somewhere between gettin’ off, cryin’, and all of the other bullshit, she feels clean. How the fuck that works, I really didn’t know. Maybe ‘cause I’m a guy, or maybe because I never went as far as priesthood, but the whole confession thing always bugs the fuck outta me. You can do any-fuckin’-thing you wanna do, just as long as you go tell someone—who could’ve become someone like me—your sins. So, she comes to unburden herself and uses me like a fuckin’ bar of soap to clean her soul or somethin’. If I didn’t like the game and fuckin’ her so much, I wouldn’t have ever allowed the shit to go on for so long.
If I didn’t love her so much.
“You stay right here.” I fastened the belt to the brass rail of the service bar. “I’m gonna get my tools . . . see if you can guess what they’ll be.”
I tried to change my toys up on her. It wasn’t as much fun if she knew what to expect. I didn’t want her gettin’ ready for whatever it was. Belt’s out. I’d already decided on a couple canes and my knotted flogger. When I came back down, she was still in position and I was gonna give her every one of the lashes I told her I would.
“You’ve been sinnin’ like it’s your fuckin’ job instead of doin’ your actual job . . . why don’t ya give it up already? Seriously, Fi. You’d much rather rub that pussy thinkin’ about me fuckin’ you like an animal . . . you’ll rub that thing until it bleeds.” I ran a couple fingers between her soft, wet lips. “Masturbation . . . is supposed to be a big sin . . . but self-flagellation for some reason . . . is acceptable. Instead, you let me whip the fuck outta you, and no question, I love doin’ it to ya, but this little merry-go-round between us needs to come to a stop.”
That was all it took to set me completely off. I was over her jerkin’ my chain. The one on my dick could be dealt with in a snap of my fingers. The one that wrapped my heart with barbed wire was what needed to be snipped clean. The inside of my chest was probably like chopped meat and enough was enough.
“Count, sister! Tell me every motherfuckin’ sin you’ve committed! Don’t you dare leave out how you’ve been shreddin’ my heart since I walked through that door tonight!”
I brought the cane down hard. I didn’t warm her up, I didn’t care. Maybe I was tryin’ to make her decide to leave. “You deserve this punishment in the eyes of the church . . . in your own . . . but most importantly . . . in mine.”
I brought the cane down over her shoulders and then across her ass. There wasn’t time in between for counting. Those were all for me and not her penance. As I listened to the sound of the switch cuttin’ through the air and smackin’ against her skin, it fueled me. The vision of the marks as they swelled to the surface were like our pain comin’ to the surface of her flesh. I lost count of how many times I hit her or how many sins she’d named. It was my purge. I was bein’ a selfish prick and I didn’t give a fuck. There was gonna be more pain to follow and I knew it.
“That’s it, sister . . . cry for me! Do you feel all of our agony erupting on your skin? Why should you be allowed to keep shit hidden? I wear mine out in the open with every needle that’s been in my skin across my shoulders . . . down my arms . . . the cross on my stomach . . . all that ink has to do with my pain. I was kicked out by those who think they’re so much closer to God . . . you’re one of them now and I’m so in love with you it should kill me. It hasn’t. It’s made me angry . . . hard . . . bitter. You’re killin’ me slowly, Fi. Repent for that!”
She was sayin’ all kinds of shit, but I was beyond caring. I watched the marks crossin’ over each other and overlappin’. The entire back of her body was becomin’ one swollen mass of red, angry stripes. If I’d been able to control it, I wouldn’t have given her a single stroke of the cane. I knew she’d leave me, go hide all the evidence of her punishment under that fuckin’ black gown, and have what she felt she needed. It would only make her crazy and she’d come back.
I threw the cane across the bar, shoved a couple stools outta my way and they fell like dominoes. Done.
“Get your head together, Fi. I’m done with this shit!” I took the belt off the rail and her hands fell to her sides. “No more for you. Why the fuck should your penance be a loop of pain for me? How the fuck does that work anyway? Is this my Hell . . . like the endless
torment of a seductive nun? Is this the Almighty punishing me for eternity because I snatched the cherry straight outta that box? Fuck, Fi . . . why’d you ever have to confess to me?”
It coulda been any of the others and I wouldn’t have been so fucked up. Sister Antoinette started it, but if Fi hadn’t gone and confessed to me, I wouldn’t have put a finger on her.
“Gio . . . Crucifix . . . you’re calling me Fi . . . not Snaps.
I know you’re hurting too.”
I grabbed the back of her head with the veil still hangin’ from her hair and yanked it back to me. “I’m hurting too? You’ve got some set of balls hidden under that habit! You’re breakin’ me . . . hurt doesn’t even come close!”
“What do you want me to do?” she screeched and tried to spin around to me. She couldn’t move while I held her. I’d keep her forever, but I couldn’t do it like that. Against my sissy-bar, with a property of Crucifix patch, yeah. Not like that, though.
“Break for a break, Fi . . . sister.” I was at an ear and pulled her head harder toward my shoulder. Those blue eyes were filled with tears as she looked up to me. “You’re breakin’ me, bitch . . . break your vows . . . all of ‘em. Then we’ll be even, and I promise I won’t let you regret it.”
I let go and walked behind the bar to get a drink. It was probably past seven, and it seemed like the perfect time. “What’s it gonna be? I told ya . . . and yeah, I’ve told you before, but I can’t take this shit anymore. I love fuckin’ you . . . I damn sure love punishin’ you, which should still be hot and obvious on your back right about now. That’s all cool and shit, but Fi, I love you. That’s the only way you can break me. If it wasn’t for that part, I’d keep goin’ with our arrangement, but I can’t get that part outta me, no matter how hard I fuckin’ try.”
I pushed a drink over to her and watched as she slid the gown down to cover all the marks I’d made to scrub her soul clean. She’d touch them for weeks, no question in my mind, and a couple months later she’d pop back up on my doorstep.