The Priest Teaches His Flock

Chapter 2 Sally Gets a Present

Sally seemed to have learned her lesson and studied hard to make sure that she would not be punished again. The next day she answered all of Father John's question. There was no mention of what had transpired the day before and no mention of his phone call with her mother. His cock strained his trousers as he taught Sally, sitting close to her at the table, her fragrance intoxicating to him. Her mother’s permission to punish Sally just made his job easier. Easier to molest that fine, young body that was so close to him. He would not punish her today, he had other plans. They soon finished their lessons, moving from the table to reach into his desk.

"You have performed wonderfully today, Sally. Yesterday’s punishment has seemed to have helped your study habits. Did you enjoy the desk yesterday? Did you like your legs spread open wide as punishment?" He cock jerked in the thoughts of her young body spread open for him yesterday. He had run out of time before he had a chance to feel that young pussy. Next time that would not be the case.

"No, Father John. It hurt. I heard my mother telling you it was OK to punish me. I don't want to go through that again."

"Well, you did well today and I have a reward for your good work." He saw her eyes light up. He reached inside his desk and took out a white box. "I know how much you like the cross, so I have a special one for you."

Sally cringed when she heard the word cross. She remembered how Father John had forced her to spread her legs wide open with the crosses making sure she obeyed. What was he planning to do?

Father John took a shiny metal cross out of the box. It hung from a slender metal chain. It was about three inches long and two inches wide. He let it dangle from his fingers, it slowly spinning in the light.

Sally looked at it. It wasn't flat, it seemed to have some design on it, with ridges running up and down the different pieces. She could almost see little points running along the ridges.

"It is a special cross for you. The design has vines running all around it, with thorns on them. Just like Jesus had on his head as he was crucified. It is to remind you of the pain he had to suffer to forgive your sins. It will be a constant reminder of his gift to you."

Sally felt him move behind her, his hands moving to place the cross around her neck. He attached it tightly, letting it hang down her front, the cross falling between her breasts. He sat down in front of her, staring at the cross nestled tightly between her cleavage.

"Do you like it Sally?"

"Yes, Father John, I am honored by your gift." She reached down to touch the cross. "OOOWW," her finger pricked by the sharp thorns on the cross. "It's so sharp, is it suppose to be that way?"

"You must learn to suffer as Jesus has suffered for you. It is only a tiny bit of the pain that he endured for you." He pulled his chair closer to her, his hand reaching out for the cross, pushing it to the side, letting it rest against her left breast. "But you must wear it next to your heart," his hand reaching out to the top button of her blouse. He watched her eyes widen as he slowly fumbled with the button until it opened. He pulled her blouse open, her pale skin revealed, a tiny hint of cleavage showing through. He moved down to the next button, watching her lips clench as he did, her hands gripping the arm rests tightly. He unbuttoned the next button, pulling her blouse open even wider, her bra peeking out, ample cleavage now revealed to his gaze. She had large breasts for such a young girl. He loved that, shifting in his chair, his cock trapped in his trousers.

"Please Father John, your embarrassing me," her hands reaching up and pulling her blouse shut, clutching it tightly to her bosom.

"Nonsense young lady. I'm a priest. If I get sexually aroused at your body, it is your fault for tempting me. Now put your hands down!" He gave her a stern look, staring into her eyes, waiting for her surrender. He did not have to wait long before he saw her arms fall to clutch the armrests tightly.

"I'm sorry Father," she murmured, allowing him access to her young body again. She feared what he might do. Yesterday she just barely escaped his fondling of between her legs, worried that today she would not be so successful.

He smiled, his fingers returning to her blouse, unbuttoning a third button before grabbing both sides of the material of her blouse and slowly letting it part. It was now open below her bra, her naked upper breasts now revealed, her cotton bra now the only thing between his fingers and her perky tits. He pulled it wider, seeing her discomfort as she was slowly exposed to him, the first time any male had ever seen her half naked body. "Good girl, Sally," tucking the blouse to the side.

Sally watched as he moved the cross out from in front of her blouse and moved it towards her naked breast flesh. "OOOHH," she moaned as it felt like her skin was burning as the cross touched her skin. She could feel Father John's hand touching her, making her feel very uncomfortable. He pushed the cross in between her cleavage, pushing harder on it, the tiny thorns beginning to prick her skin. "OOOOWW, that hurts Father John."

"Hush child, it is for Jesus." He let the cross slowly play over her upper breast, making sure that the tiny thorns moved harshly over the tender flesh. The skin began to turn a light pink as the tiny thorns scratched into the flesh, barely cutting in the flesh, more like an abrasion. Her chest was heaving as she breathed heavily, his fingers dragging the heavy cross between her cleavage, rubbing in the gap between her large breasts before moving back up to the top of her breasts. The naked skin turned red as he scrubbed her skin harshly with the painful cross. He let his fingers touch the skin, not making any pretense for the fondling of her young tits. Her tit flesh was so springy, his fingers making soft indents, the thorny cross following, tearing her flesh.

“It hurts, Father John, please,” she begged. He stopped, but moved behind her. He was not finished with her, she knew that. He just wanted a better position, and he found it behind the chair, looking down at her upthrust breasts.

Sally cringed when she felt his other hand on her bra strap, letting the strap slide down off of her shoulder and arm. It moved to the other side, repeating the procedure, her bra hanging loose in front, the small clasp in the back the only thing keeping her breasts covered.

“Raise your arms up, Sally, now!” He ordered her. He watched as she slowly let them rise, his arms grabbing her wrists, impatient to get back to the young tits exposed to him. He pulled her arms up high the back of the wooden chair. “Palms out flat,” pulling her wrists back until her hands were bent backwards. He moved forward, pushing his crotch into her waiting hands.

Sally jumped when she felt him push his penis into the palms of her hand. She could not stop, her hands pinned beneath his crotch, his body pressing in hard.

“Good girl, Sally. I don’t want your hands moving.” His hands moved down to her half naked breasts again, grabbing the cross and moving down the gentle slope of her breast until it reached the edge of her bra. He slowly let his cock rub on her hands, feeling her trying to jerk her hands out, but only stimulating his crock to greater hardness. Today she would not be so lucky. Today she would have to make him cum before she went home. “Don’t move your hands!”

He now had access to inside her bra cup, the cross moving inside the cup, trying to find a hard nipple to abuse. “You have nice large breasts, Sally. So important for breast feeding your children when you get older. It is important that your nipples are big so that your babies will be able to suckle them.”

Sally was flushed, her hands forced to grab his hard penis, her fingers feeling the member jerking in response to her touch. He moved the scratching cross inside her bra, his other hand pulling it from her body, his eyes able to see down inside it. She knew that he could see her nipples, but she could not stop him from molesting her body. “OOOOWWW, AAAGGG, that hurts soooo bad,” she cried out, her fingers jerking, pushing on his hard penis, the thorns on the cross finding her delicate nipple and scratching it hard, the tiny thorns feeling like nails on the hardened nipple.

“Your nipples were made for nursing, I can see that they are very large. Let me move this bra out of the way,” pulling her bra down, revealing her naked breast to his gaze.

“Don’t uncover them, please Father John,” she begged, her face turning red in humiliation as she was stripped naked to the waist for the first time in her life to a male.

“Nonsense, child, I am your Priest,” his hand reaching under the globe of her right breast and hefting it up in his palm. He moved the cross to the nipple, his cock twitching as he saw the dark red nipple, the cross already teasing it into hardness. He let the cross touch her nipple, watching as tiny goose bumps appeared on her areola, the dark skin accented against her pale breasts.

“AAAAHHH, NNNNOO,” she moaned as he dragged the sharp cross over her hardened nipple, letting the thorns rub harshly over the nipple and areola. “That hurts toooo much.”

“It is for Jesus, to show him that you will suffer for him.” He pushed harder, letting the cross rub on her nipple, seeing it turn dark red as the thorns abraded the tender flesh. It would hurt her later when he sucked her nipples into his mouth, but he did not care. Her pain would make his cock harder. He rubbed his cock on her hands, “good girl,” his cock jerking in appreciation to her soft hands. He let the cross rub over her entire breast, his hand hefting the globes up in his hand, his fingers often brushing across the hardened nipples, plucking at the youthful flesh.

Sally could feel Father John’s fingers brushing across her breasts, but the painful cross made in inconsequential that he was molesting her. The painful scratching of the cross on her breasts and especially her sensitive nipples was more important. She felt him rubbing his hard penis against her hand, unable and unwilling to stop him, feeling it jerking as she moved her hand to keep it from cramping, pinned between the back of the chair and his groin.

He stopped rubbing the cross on her naked breasts, letting it drop between her naked cleavage, nestled between the twin hillocks. He looked at her young breasts, now red and sore, her nipples swollen to twice their size, a dark red instead of the light pink when he started. He knew that they would be tender and sore for a while and that made his cock twitch in excitement. Whenever she moved around, her bra would scratch painfully against her nipples, keeping them in constant erection, reminding her of the punishment.