The Priest Teaches His Flock

Chapter 10 Sally Rides the Cross

Father John hadn't even said hello to Sally. Pulling her along the corridor again, Sally knowing that they were going back into the basement again. She shuddered when she saw the cross. It was huge, standing over eight feet high, four feet wide, made out of heavy wood. It was a little strange for a cross, it looked like it was upside down, the cross piece lower down the upright, not near the top like a normal cross. At least the altar was gone, but she feared the cross, not sure what it would be used for, but scared that her body would somehow be secured to it. Father John seemed to enjoy that, stripping her and tying her up, leaving her body open to whatever he desired to do to her.

"You look very lovely, Sally. Are you going to be a good girl today?" He moved towards her, grabbing one of her hands and moving it to his crotch. "See, you have already made my sword hard. Rub it for the Lord." He enjoyed the feel of her tiny hand, not even able to fully grasp his cock, her hand moving up and down his shaft as he stared into her eyes, seeing her humiliation, seeing her submit to him. It felt good, her hand rubbing up and down his cock. She was learning quickly to please him. Today she would learn much more, today she would learn to please his cock with her pussy. While she was technically not a virgin any longer, the cross having taken her hymen, she still had not felt a cock inside her snug pussy.

She rubbed his sword, cringing when his hands moved towards her chest, bracing herself for the inevitable fondling. She felt his hands encircle her globes and squeeze hard, not stopping until he heard her moan in pain as her breasts were tightly trapped in his powerful grip. His fingers moved to her blouse, slowly opening the buttons, his eyes staring into hers as he gradually stripped her naked again, unable to stop him from having his way with her. His hands pulling her blouse to the side, her plain white bra now exposed, her hand still rubbing his sword up and down, feeling it jump in his pants.

Father John let his hands roam over her bra, feeling the resilient flesh beneath his fingers, molding her breast meat as she continued the slow, sensuous massaging of his eager cock. He longed to sheath it inside her tight pussy for the first time and feel her squeeze until he filled her with the Lord's seed. "Slip your blouse off for me, Sally," his hands running over the top of her breasts, delighting in the feel of her naked flesh. She slipped it off her shoulders and arms, placing it on the floor. "Back to my sword, Sally, but don't let my seed spill yet or you will be punished," slowly rubbing his cock again. Moving closer to her, his hands slipping behind her back, his mouth next to her ear as he unhooked her bra, his hands rubbing over her back, letting her feel how naked she will be in a minute. "I just love your breasts, Sally. They were meant to be shared with the Lord," moving away, pulling the bra straps off her shoulders and letting them slide down her arms. "Let it fall to the floor," he ordered her.

Sally let her bra fall, not even attempting to hide her naked breasts, knowing that Father John would simply force her to expose them. She moved back down to his sword, rubbing it back and forth, hoping to get it over soon. She felt his fingertips move to her nipples, feeling them instantly harden, his fingernails rubbing over the swelling tips, stimulating them to hard little points.

Father John was pleased with the way her tits looked, the youthful globes with no sag, her nipples almost pointed, the dark areolas encircling the pink nipples, almost like a target. A target that his fingers found instantly, pinching the flesh between his powerful fingers, watching her face grimace in pain as he had his way with her flesh. "The Lord has given you a beautiful pair of breasts, Sally, and such wonderful nipples, so hard and pointed," twisting them as he talked to her. He enjoyed the sight of her half-naked body, his hands boldly running over her breasts while she stood before him, her hands slowly masturbating his hard cock. "God has given you so many talents, Sally. Your hands do such a wonderful job on my sword. Now, move over to the cross, Sally. I have such a treat for you today," pushing her until she was facing the cross.

Feeling Father John behind her, his hands on her naked waist, his penis thrust up against her. She cringed when she heard his voice and saw what he had in his hands.

"Put your wrists together, Sally. The Lord wants you bound to his cross, just as Jesus was. He wants you to give your body to him as an offering." Father John began wrapping the leather strips around Sally's wrists as she held them together for him. He tightened them, seeing the black leather digging into her white skin. He took her bound hands and attached them to the rope hanging from the pulley at the top of the cross. He began to raise her arms, the rope slowly pulling her wrists higher and higher until they were well above her head.

Her naked breasts straining upwards as Father John continued to stretch her arms above her head, almost fully extended before he stopped. His hands returned to her body again, rubbing up her naked sides, Sally fidgeting, his fingers tickling her as they moved towards her breasts, again. His hands molding her breasts, hot hands hefting them up, fingers playing with her nipples until they became hard again, pinching and pulling them up higher, stretching them from her body.

Father John's hands molding her hips before reaching back and unhooking her skirt, the zipper sliding effortlessly down, his hands letting the material fall. He admired her ass cheeks, the white panties molding them tightly. His hands running over the taut flesh, feeling her clench as he did. "The Lord loves your body, Sally. He has given you so much to offer Him." His hands grabbing the panties at the top and slowly peeling them down over her flaring hips, down her legs. "Step out of them, Sally," he watched as she moved one foot up at a time, pushing the panties to the side. Naked, her arms bound high over her head, so vulnerable and that is how he liked her, naked and open.

Sally pulled on her wrists, Father John pushing his penis against her naked butt, his hard sword rubbing up and down her cheeks. "No, not any higher," she cried out, stretching out on her toes as Father John pulled her wrists up further, Sally's lithe body yanked firm, her toes already aching from balancing on them.

"I like your body, Sally, so taut and ready, your muscles tightened. We must prepare you to receive the Lord's offerings." Father John moved to the side of Sally, admiring the silhouette of her naked body, her nipples still hard and pointed, her legs stretched tightly. He had another leather strip in his hand, bending down to grab her left ankle, wrapping the leather strip tightly around it, one end left trailing on the ground.

Sally felt her foot pulled from the ground, Father John's hand encircling her bound ankle and moving it up towards the cross. She now understood his plan for her. He wanted her legs bound to the crosspiece, his hands moving her leg higher and higher, her crotch opening up as she precariously balanced on one leg. She knew once she was bound, she would be spread wide open, her sex completely exposed. She knew that is what he wanted. "Mmmmm," she moaned in pain as her leg was bent, lifting it high over the cross piece before letting it fall again, this time the wooden cross keeping it from returning to the ground. Father John made quick work of securing her ankle to the wooden cross, but not before pulling her leg outward to the farthest reach, pulled wide, her crotch already splitting. She felt the rough wood on her tender skin, small slivers of wood jabbing into her flesh reminding her of how she was bound.

Father John let his hand rub along her open thigh, enjoying his handiwork, her leg spread wide, her sex splitting open for him. Rubbing his hand up and down her thigh, moving to her sex, touching it for the first time, today. He felt her shiver as he did. "So open, Sally. So open for the Lord."

He moved to the other side, quickly securing her other ankle with another leather strip, pulling her ankle up, seeing her other leg open wider, her crotch now split wide. "Hold tight, Sally," feeling her body tense as he pulled up, her entire weight now supported by her wrists. "Once I have you secured, the pressure will be off your hands."

Sally thought she was being split up the middle, her sex stretched unbelievably open as Father John pulled her other leg up and out, moving it wide to the far reaches of the crosspiece before securing it tightly. Her butt slumping down; gravity doing its job. She could feel how open she was, embarrassed at how she must look, feeling Father John standing behind her, staring at her open sex. Her pussy lips pulled apart widely, her butt crack stretched open wide. Even when she tightened her cheeks it did little to protect her tiny anus from his gaze. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, moving up behind her, feeling that she was at the perfect height for his sword. That is what she feared. While not technically a virgin, she still had not had a penis inside her vagina, a fact she was now sure that Father John was going to rectify, his cock adequately aroused by Sally's hand.

Father John slipped his fingers between her spread pussy lips and began to slide up and down her slit, feeling the moisture begin to form. "Be a good girl, Sally and get wet for the Lord." One finger pressing a pussy lip to the side, the other finger running up and down the inner silky flesh, touching every spot on her lips, forcing the juices to flow. Now the other lip, pulled outward, fingers rubbing the wetness up and down, lubricating her for when his cock would thrust inside her. Father John pulled both pussy lips apart, her tiny vagina nestled tightly inside, the elastic opening so small. He moved his fingers up higher, seeking out and finding her clit, not surprised to find it already erect. While she might verbally protest his rude fondling of her body, she could not stop her body from hotly responding to the bondage and forced masturbation.

Her thighs aching, the spread of her legs pulling her muscles tight. She had never felt so humiliated; spread open and bound naked, Father John behind her, his fingers taking too many liberties with her body. She jumped, startled when she felt a hot, rubbery piece of flesh pushed up against her pussy, knowing that Father John had taken his penis out and was rubbing it up and down her slit. The giant head pushed aside her lips, sliding effortlessly up and down her damp slit, so embarrassed, certain that Father John believed that she was willingly participating in her own debasement. She felt his hand guiding it, moving it around her vagina, the flesh huge. It would never fit!

"Yes, it is big," Father John feeling her reluctance as he pressed his cock against her tiny pussy. "But you can take it, Sally, take it for the Lord. It will hurt for a while, but a little pain for the Lord is not much to ask for." He let his hips slide forward, feeling her vaginal opening slowly spread wider to accept the huge intrusion, his hands holding her hips tightly, unable to contain his enthusiasm, eager to feel her silky insides massage his hot cock. Such wonderful girls the Church brought him, such sacrifices the girls gave to the Church, their nubile bodies at his disposal to do with as he pleased. He could not wait any longer, shoving hard with his hips, her pussy forced to spread wide and accept the red, bulbous head of his cock, tightly gripping beneath the head, trapping it, causing her pain, her scream making it so much more pleasurable. He enjoyed it when the girls screamed for the first time as they were entered, a scream that could not be duplicated; the girls always would remember how Father John's cock felt for their first time, something their boyfriends or husbands would never know.

"Ahh!" Sally screamed, her pussy feeling like it was tearing, the tight bondage leaving no room for escape, forced to accept the big, hard piece of flesh inside her. She could not control her muscles, her pussy clamping tightly onto his penis in response to the pain, prompting even more pain as she clenched tight, the flesh pulsating inside her as it enjoyed her tightness.

Father John thought that Sally was going to squeeze the head of his cock off, her body clamped tight on the head, squeezing the blood from it. He made it jerk, feeling her body respond by clenching and unclenching, delighting in the way he could force her body to respond to his cock. "Such a smooth silky pussy you have, Sally. The Lord gave you such a lovely passage to share with His servants. Can you feel my sword inside you, delighting in the way you are responding? Your parents would be so proud of you as you serve the Lord." He pushed harder, feeling his cock slide further inside her, her wetness aiding its entry, feeling her pussy walls clenching tightly on his big cock, stretching open to receive his instrument of lust.

"Oh, it's too big!" Sally cried as she tried to push away from the hard cock entering her, Father John easily following her movements, Sally unable to escape the inevitable. "God, it hurts," she sobbed, feeling the ridge running over the head, his cock slowly pushing inside her, the large vein running up the length of it pulsating with his blood, throbbing against her virgin walls.

"Yes, Sally, God loves the feel of your body, take some more of my sword inside you," pulling his cock until only the head was grasped by her pussy then pushing in again, this time harder and deeper, his cock plowing her virgin flesh aside, Father John grunting from the exertion of having to force such a large instrument into such a small hole. Luckily, she was getting wet as his cock began to push in and out, each time touching virgin territory, each time awakening new desires in her body as she finally felt the feel of living, pulsating cock meat inside her.

"Ugh," she grunted in pain, taking his forceful fucks inside her, the cross keeping her bound and spread for his taking. Her pussy clenched tightly on the hard sword as he pulled it out almost as if she didn't want it to leave, trying to relax her muscles as it slid back in again, each time his thrusts getting harder and deeper. She thought it was going to come out her mouth each time he plunged in, expecting him to hit bottom, surprised when the next thrust when even deeper. "Isn't it all the way in?" she cried out, hoping that she had taken it all.

"It's only half in, Sally, you have so much more to go," pushing with his cock hard, burying three quarters of his cock in one painful stroke that knocked the air from her lungs.

The sudden thrust plowing aside all the resistance her pussy could muster, his hard, unrelenting cock penetrating deeper. How could a piece of flesh be so hard? It felt like an iron bar shoving into her vagina, unyielding as it forced her passage to painfully accept its power. In and out, it continued to penetrate, his cock feeling as if it was endless. "Please, no more," her pussy now a maze of conflicting emotions. His cock painfully tore in and out, but her vagina was gripping the cock as it plunged back in, the tight band rubbing up and down the hard meat, massaging it. It felt strange, almost good. She kept trying to think of the pleasure, wanting her pussy to continue getting wet, his cock sliding easier on the slick walls. When she tensed up, her pussy would painfully clamp on the cock inside her, Father John painfully dragging it out.

"Yes!" Father John sang out as he finally bottomed out into the depths of her pussy, his cock head banging hard into her cervix. It felt like a giant glove wrapped around his cock, fingers playing lightly over it as it plunged back and forth, her pussy beginning to spasm from the hard cock. He tried to concentrate on something else, not wanting to cum yet, wanting her to get sexually aroused from his fucking, wanting to make her cum first.

His stomach slapped nosily into her ass as she was fully impaled on his sword, his hands moving her hips in a circular motion, forcing her pussy to thoroughly massage his cock. "I'm so full," Sally pushing out, trying to relieve the fullness inside her. She could feel every twitch and jerk of his cock, as he stayed buried inside her.

"It's time to please the Lord, Sally. I want you to squeeze my sword when I pull it out and relax as I plunge back in. You are going to go from full to empty and then back to full again as I begin to rock my sword back and forth in your body. Please the Lord, Sally," he ordered her, feeling her begin to tighten up on his cock as he slowly pulled it from her pussy.

It pulled out so slowly, creating a giant vacuum-like suction dragging out her insides. The seconds ticked by so slowly, her pussy twitching on the hot flesh as it pulled out. She felt the rim of the head pass through her vagina, his cock pausing, Sally holding her breath for what she knew to be the inevitable. She did not have to wait long, Father John growing impatient, her pussy bringing such delightful feelings in his balls. "Ugh," she grunted in pain as his cock plunged in, sheathing itself in her tight pussy in one powerful thrust, burying itself up against her cervix again.

Father John continued to stroke faster and harder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh ringing off the walls of the room, punctuated by short gasps of pain and surprise from Sally as she was forced to take a particularly hard or painful angle with his cock. His cock pleasured by her silky insides, sliding up and down in her pussy, the tightness threatening to drag the sperm from his balls. It was time to cum inside her, let her feel for the first time the hot sperm bath her pussy. He wanted her to feel the pleasure, his fingers circling around in front of her, running through her bush before finding his intended target, her swollen clit. His fingers pushing along the edges, squeezing her clit hood out of the way, his calloused finger finding the hyper-sensitive tip and rubbing, her gasp of pleasure ringing out.

She pushed back onto Father John's sword buried deep inside her, twitching in pleasure as his fingers found her clit. "God, please," she begged, her hips trying to move, her tightly bound and spread legs preventing her, forced to stay still when she really wanted to rock back and forth on the hard flesh inside her. His cock stroked faster and faster, his finger becoming more urgent in the assault on her clit, slapping the hard rubbery tip with his fingernail, a masochistic pleasure erupting in her body from the pleasure mixing with the pain of his sharp fingernail. Clenching her pussy on the cock inside her, gripping it as tight as she could, her mouth clenching as she tried to drag as much pleasure from his cock as she could. Hating herself for feeling this way, from gaining pleasure from the sword of Father John, feeling fulfillment from being bound naked and spread, unable to stop him from having his way, unprepared to even try if she could. She just needed to cum and cum now.

"It's time, Sally. Time to cum for me. I want you to feel me filling your once virgin pussy with my hot, demon seed. You are so naughty to do this to me, Sally, a shameful girl. I am going to have to punish you when I am finished cumming in you. Now cum for the Lord, cum for me, drain the semen from my balls," he ordered her, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy, the only sound in the room of their lust.

He was right. It was shameful for her to do this to a priest. What would her parents say if they knew? She would have to pay for her sins, she would accept whatever punishment Father John deemed appropriate. She had to cleanse her soul; he would help her with this. But first she couldn't wait any longer, his finger masturbating her clit, her pussy stroked hard and fast. It was time, time to cum. She heard him gasp in pleasure, his cock seemed to grow inside her, feeling the vein twitching, the head swollen in pleasure. She was about to feel her vagina filled with hot semen.

Father John tried to push his cock as deep inside her teenage body as he could, his cock banging painfully against her cervix, buried deep inside, twitching in pleasure. His balls were painful, swollen with his cum. "Yes, now, Sally, cum with me," the cum shooting up from his balls and filling her pussy with his hot cum, mixing with her juices. "Feel the hot demon seed in you, Sally. You are such a whore, Sally, your pussy forcing such pleasure from my body." He slapped her ass hard, feeling her pussy tightening on his cock as he spilled his jism inside her.

A whore, but he had made her this way, forcing her to strip naked, tying her spread and open, taking her virginity from her once innocent body. She knew that this would not be the last time he would take her, each time he had further degraded her, committing unspeakable acts on her body against her will in the name of God. These thoughts of what he would do sent her into a powerful orgasm, her body shaking, her pussy clenching and unclenching as she felt his powerful cock hose her insides down with his hot cum, bathing her walls with the demon seed. Her body was drenched in sweat, glistening as her nipples poked out, feeling his juices run down her thighs as he began to fuck in and out again, aided by her pussy soaked in his cum. His fingers tightened on her clit, pulling and twisting the hard button, multiple orgasms overwhelming her teenage body, unable to comprehend what he was doing to her.

She was the best he ever had, her inexperienced pussy bringing such pleasure to his cock. He always loved the untrained girls, their bodies responding to the acts he committed on them, not trying to please him, but reacting only to the animal impulses he had unleashed in their bodies. He only hoped that her sister, Charlotte, would be as good, the Bishop certain to have already begun leading her down the path to her eventual degradation and humiliation. His cock began to soften as he finished cumming inside Sally, slumping down over her body, her soaked pussy already beginning to push his soft cock out. "God loved what you did with your body, Sally. He liked the way you dragged the demon seed from my mortal flesh."

She began to cry, embarrassed as to how her body had reacted, cumming with Father John. She deserved to be punished. Father John's hands still stroking her body as his cock fell out of her pussy with a loud pop followed by a rush of fluids running down the insides of her thighs.

Father John began to untie Sally, eager to punish her, his cock already stirring again at the thought of abusing her body. First her legs, untying them, helping her to put them back onto the ground again, Sally sighing, relieved that her legs were no longer painfully split apart. She felt her arms lowered, Father John releasing her wrists, Sally rubbing the feeling back into them. "Over here," he ordered her, pushing her over to a clear spot on the floor. "Lie down on your back," watching as she bent down onto her knees, her ass displayed for him as she turned over and let her back hit the cold tiles of the floor, her nipples hardened from the cold. At least she was not bound, the floor hard and cold as she lay down, Father John towering over her, his semi-erect sword still out, glistening from the mixture of their cum.

"Feet flat on the floor, knees bent. I want you to push your ass up off the floor and spread your legs wide open. Let your knees bow open."

Sally was frightened as she began to follow his instructions. With her legs spread and her butt off the floor, raised up high, her sex was the highest point of her body. Father John said he was going to punish her, would he actually punish her sex! "Wwwhhat are you going to do?"

"I'm going to spank you, Sally. The Lord wants me to spank you between your legs, punish the pussy that tempted my sword. I want you to help me by giving me complete access." He moved onto the floor beside her, pushing out on her knees, "wider, Sally, I want your pussy lips spread back, I want your inner pussy to receive the spanking."

Sally couldn't do anything except let him push her into the position he wanted. His hands slipped under her ass, pushing upwards, forcing her to arch up, her pussy high in the air, her legs bent and spread, the area between fully open for him. He gripped her sex with his hand, fingers pushing between her pussy lips. Rubbing up and down, his fingers forceful and powerful, not the soft masturbation that he had performed on her before, but the hard touch of someone that had control over her body, someone that enjoyed hearing her cry in pain. "Please, not there, spank my ass," she begged him, afraid of the pain he would inflict on her.

"You dare refuse the Lord, Sally? It was your pussy that tempted my sword; it will be your pussy that will receive the punishment. Now raise up higher," his hands urging her butt up off the floor until it was over two feet up in the air. "Yes, the Lord likes you presenting yourself that way. Now I want you to keep that position, even when I spank you. Do you understand Sally? Are you going to obey the Lord and take your punishment?"

Sally trembled but raised her butt off the floor, seeing Father John's sword already swollen again. Why does she do this to him? How come she can't control herself?

Father John smiled as he looked down on her, her pussy spread wide, sticky with the mixture of cum already drying, her body trembling as she presented herself for his punishment. "It will be ten, Sally. Ten slaps on your spread pussy. If you move, I will start all over. Now rise up," his hand ready to inflict the first hit on her spread and open sex.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to see his hand, preferring to feel the pain first, the anticipation worse. She didn't have to wait long, the sharp smack of his palm on her unprotected sex driving her body up higher as his hand swung in from below, slapping her low on her sex. "Ow!" she cried out in pain, her legs trembling in pain, but she kept the position, the sting of his hand on her delicate sex throbbing.

He rubbed her pussy again, feeling her body tense, his fingers gripping her pussy tightly, a cruel grip to show her the power the Lord had over her body. "Yes, the Lord is pleased with the way you are taking your punishment," his hand leaving her sex, getting ready to hit her again.

She held her breath in anticipation, the sound of his hand breaking the air as it swung in an arch, upward to hit her low on her sex again with a resounding thud, her body arched up higher from the force of the blow. "Tttooo hard!" she yelled in pain, his hand hitting her harder, making her feel his power.

"That's two, Sally. Now brace yourself, I'm going to spank downward between your legs, I want your ass off the floor at all times. If it touches, we will start all over again." He watched as the muscles in her legs tightened up, waiting for the force of the blow to drive her downward, ready to stop it from happening, not wanting to begin again. A quick goose of her pussy, his large hand able to encircle her whole pussy, fingers finding their way between her lips, pulling her upward.

She felt him abuse her pussy before the hand left her again, her ass arched up high, braced for the next onslaught. God it hurt, each time his hand hit harder, eagerly drawing out a louder scream, Sally not disappointing him, her voice ringing out, "AAAwww!" the powerful hand eliciting a painful response from her body.

"Three," his voice tapering off, his hand returning to fondle her sex, feeling her skin begin to heat up. The slaps were becoming harder and quicker, four and five almost in succession, Sally only able to gasp in pain before she was struck again.

Six and seven moved up higher, preparing her for eight and nine, both hits targeting her exposed clit, Father John successful in drawing the loudest scream from her lips as her delicate clit was smashed by his palm.

"EEEH!" she yelled in pain, the tenth hit by his palm the most painful, almost slamming her body into the floor, Father John putting all of his power behind the last and final spank. She saw his sword, swollen and hard again, her screams bringing in back into a state of erectness.

Father John couldn't contain himself, her spread body, her screams of pain had made his cock hard. He flung his body between her legs, his hard cock finding and shoving inside her pussy again before Sally could even protest, her scream of pain as his cock tore into her making it jerk in pleasure.

Sally could only lay there, her legs splayed out to the sides her knees bent submissively, giving him access to her sex again, his cock plunging in and out of her, her head turned away as Father John rutted away into her once virgin pussy again. He didn't last long before she felt the now familiar hot sperm bathing her insides, clenching her pussy onto the cumming sword, hoping to quickly end her suffering. She felt him get off her body, stand up, pushing his cock back into his pants. "Get dressed, Sally, stop acting like such a slut or it will be another punishment for you."

Sally quickly got dressed and left, crying once she left the church, unable to contain the mixed emotions in her body, her sex burning from his cock, but she still remembered cumming while Father John was inside her, embarrassed that she couldn't control her own body.

"I think we should take both of them on the retreat, Bishop. What do you think?" Father John smiled as the Bishop told him of the way Charlotte had allowed her body to be used.

"Yes, definitely, I will talk to their mother tomorrow. We'll leave on Friday night, that way we have the entire weekend to enjoy their nubile bodies. Sally will be a bit of problem, but it will be enjoyable to punish her. Charlotte will do anything to be like her sister, so I think we should show her sister performing, giving her instruction on how to please the Lord."

Mary answered the telephone. "Yes, Bishop, I appreciate what the church is doing for my daughter, Sally. I think it would be a good idea to have Charlotte join the retreat. Yes, Bishop, I'm glad you are taking such a personal interest in Charlotte, just as Father John does in Sally. No problem for the whole weekend, we will not expect them until Sunday night. Yes, I'm glad that they will be taught how to serve the Lord. Of course, young ladies need the guidance that the Church can give them in doing that. I only wish I had had the same opportunities that they are receiving."

"She did need to be punished, Bishop? What did Father John do to her? He spanked her? I think that will teach her a lesson in not obeying the elders of the Church. Yes, you have our permission to do the same to Charlotte, if you think it is needed. Young people nowadays are raised too leniently. A little punishment goes a long way in making them more willing to obey their elders. Thank you again, Bishop. We will have the girls ready for you Friday at seven."

To be continued