The Priest Teaches His Flock

Author: Powerone

Title: The Priest Teaches His Flock

Part: Chapter 4-5

Summary: Father John is transferred to his third parish. Each time he was caught molesting his parishioners. This time we find him in a small parish in the Bible Belt in the 1950's. Sally is tested again and punished for failing.

Keywords: M/f, oral, anal, humil, nc,

By Powerone. Copyright 2004.

Author may be contacted at controlher@hotmail.com

Chapter 4 Concentration

The next few days, Father John took great pains to only teaching Sally her lessons, not engaging in any punishments or taking advantage of her. He found that this usually left the girls off guard. This gave them time to think about what had happened and the facts of what had transpired tended to get mixed up. They often began to blame themselves for what happened, no longer believing that Father John could have forced them to do anything.

Sally was nervous the next day, but Father John appeared as if nothing had happened. She completed her lessons, knowing all of the answers, Father John praising her. The next day was the same, her lessons and then he let her go home, praising her for her good work. He had even phoned her mother again, giving her a glowing progress report. But the cross hanging between her breasts was a constant reminder, the sharp thorns forever scratching the delicate skin. Her nipples still ached, her bra continually rubbing against them. It seemed that they were forever hard.

It was Thursday, Father John waiting for Sally as she arrived. It was time again. He had waited long enough. Sally sat down, ready to begin the lessons.

"We are going to do this a little differently today, Sally. You have been doing excellent with your lessons. Today we are going to test your concentration. God requires all of us to give him our full and undivided attention. It is important that you are able to block out all outside stimulation and be able to meditate or concentrate on the worship of our Lord."

"I understand, Father John. I can do that."

"We'll see Sally. I want you to stand up here. Take the bible on the table. I want you to begin reading aloud from it. Continue reading it until I tell you to stop. I am going to test you to see if I can break your concentration. You are to listen to what I have to say and obey my commands, but you are not to speak to me. You are to continue reading from the bible. Can you do that, Sally?"

Sally picked up the bible, standing in front of him. "Yes, Father John. That should not be hard."

"I am going to make it very difficult for you. If you disobey me, speak or stop reading from the bible, you will be punished. It is very important that you learn to concentrate on God. Your parents will be very proud if you can accomplish this."

The past thoughts of punishment came back into Sally's brain. Not again. Just when she thought it was over, the nagging doubt came back into her head. "No, you're not going to punish me again, are you Father John?"

"Only if you fail God and his test. You don't want to do that, do you Sally? Everyone would be so disappointed in you."

"No, I can do it. I can pass God's test. Where do you want me to start?"

"Good girl, Sally, I know you can do it. Open your bible to the first page and begin." He watched her as she began to read, slowly and cautiously reading each and every word, her eyes staring intently on the bible.

He pulled a full length mirror in front of Sally, another to the side of her. He wanted her to be able to see what he was doing and he also wanted to see her from all angles.

He moved up behind her, whispering in her ear, "good girl, Sally, keep reading. Move your arms out a little farther in front of you." He watched as she obeyed, her eyes staring at the bible, her voice continuing. "I want to see the cross I gave you, stand very still and keep reading." He heard her voice stutter for a moment.

Sally felt his hands move around her body, his palms rubbing against the side of her breasts as they moved in front of her. Her voice stuttered for a moment, catching herself, her eyes back down to the bible in front of her, reading on. She now understood what he was going to do. He was going to take advantage of her situation. She could not win. If she stopped him, she would have to suffer a punishment. If she didn't, she would have to suffer what humiliation he had in store for her. She felt his hand fumbling with her top button, just like before. He was going to uncover her breasts. Just like before. She caught a glimpse of her image in the mirror, his smiling face behind her, his large hands unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it aside, revealing her naked flesh.

Father John pushed up against Sally's ass, his cock already hard. "Stand very still," moving his cock back and forth over her ass. She felt her body begin to shake in fear, realizing what he had planned for her. His fingers continue the unbuttoning her blouse, now two buttons opened, her cleavage showing, the top of the cross exposed, nested between her perky tits. He pulled her blouse to the side, exposing her upper breasts. His cock continued to rub against her ass, feeling her push back on it, not wanting to be pushed over by his rutting.

Sally continued to read, becoming more difficult, his penis rubbing against her, her blouse slowly being stripped from her body. She felt the third button pulled open, his hands spreading the blouse open wide, her bra now exposed, her cleavage nestling the cross between it. Maybe now he would stop, he could see the cross.

He saw her reflection in the mirror, her large breasts pushing out the bra, almost unable to contain them. His fingers continued their mission, the fourth and fifth button opened, pulling the blouse from her skirt, letting it fall to her side. "Can you feel what your breasts are doing to my sword again, Sally. Your young body is tempting me again. You will have to pay for your sins. You will have to drain the demon seed from my loins again, Sally."

She almost stopped, knowing that she would have to rub his penis again. Rub it until he dumped his demon seed on her body again. But she did not want to be punished. She remembered how she had to spread her legs obscenely before. How he almost molested her. How painful it was. She continued to read, seeing herself in the mirror out of the corner of her eyes, not wanting to lose her place in reading.

She felt his hands unbutton the sleeves on her arms, knowing what was next.

"Pull your top off and let it fall to the floor, one arm at a time."

She hesitated, almost stuttering again, but then she held the bible with one hand, and let the blouse fall off her shoulder and slip off her arm. She repeated the process with the other sleeve until it fell to the floor in a heap at her feet. Sally continued to read, catching a glimpse of her in one of the mirrors, standing there in her bra, Father John behind her, his hard penis still rubbing against her butt.

"God will always be testing you, Sally. He will have boys trying to touch your body, to try to get you to have sex with them. I can help you resist the temptation." He moved his hands around, the palms of his hands grabbing onto her young breasts, his hands clenching onto the springy flesh. "Like this, they will try to grab your breasts like this. They will try to get you turned on so they can have sex with you. You must resist the temptation." He let his hands roam over her breasts, loving the feeling of the perky tits, loving the feel of a young girl's breasts. "They will try to get to your naked flesh, removing your bra so they can feel your naked breasts," his fingers moving to her back, unsnapping the simple white, cotton bra. "Let it slip off to the floor, Sally," he ordered her.

She felt his hands running over her flesh, unable to stop him from fondling her body. He squeezed her breasts hard almost stopping her from reading. She felt her bra strap tension release, her bra hanging uselessly from her shoulders. Her breasts were firm and perky, able to be supported without the bra. She hesitantly complied with his request, letting the bra slip from her arms one at a time until it fell to the floor. She looked in the mirror again, her naked breasts highlighted by the shiny metal cross nestled between them. She continued to read, waiting for his hands to return, knowing that he would now be able to molest her naked breasts. This was the second time Father John had done this to her. Had stripped her naked to her waist.

He whispered in her ear, "boys will test your religious beliefs," his hands moving around to heft her large globes up in his palm, feeling the soft, warm flesh filling his hands. His fingers moved to her nipples, snapping his finger back and forth over the hardening buds, feeling her body shudder as her nipples lengthened to over an inch. "They will rub your nipples like this, trying to turn you onto sex. You must resist the temptation, even when they squeeze them hard like this," his fingers grabbing the nipples between two fingers and tightening on them. He pulled her nipples hard, pulling them from her body, stretching them out over two inches, her back arching to prevent the strain.

It was becoming harder and harder to continue reading. Father John's hands were abusing her breasts, especially her nipples. She could feel the sharp pain in the tips as his fingers crushed them, turning and twisting them, blood squeezed from the tips. His penis seemed to be getting bigger, his hips pushing the steely rod against her butt, moving back and forth. It was humiliating for her to be fondled at will by Father John, his hands moving over her naked flesh, unable to prevent the abuse of her body.

"You're doing a good job, Sally," his hands leaving her nipples, but continuing to heft her large tits in his palm, loving the feeling of the young tit flesh. He continued to caress them, his fingers moving over them, clenching and unclenching on them, feeling them, loving the resiliency in them.

She felt him leave her, moving away from her, his hands no longer on her breasts, his penis no longer rubbing against her butt. Was he finished with her? She did not have to wait long for an answer, hearing him drag a chair over behind her. She looked in the mirror, Father John sitting behind her, quickly catching a glimpse of his hands moving towards her hips, her eyes darting back to the bible in front of her, continuing to read. She felt his hands move onto her hips, hands all too familiar with her body, now moving down below her waist.

"God will test you with boys, making them try to get into your pants, Sally. You must resist their advances, do not let them get you sexually aroused. If you know what they are going to try to do to you, you will know how to stop them. I will help you. I will show you what they want. I will show you what not to let them do." His hands moved down to run sensuously over her ass cheeks. He could feel how firm they were, feeling her tighten the muscles as his hands rubbed over them.

What was he going to do to her now? He had tried to feel her between her legs before when she was spread on the desk. He'd had run out of time, seconds before his fingers would have violated her sex. His hands now returned, this time to her tight butt, his fingers grabbing her flesh, clenching it like he did to her breasts.

"Spread your legs for me, Sally. You have very beautiful thighs, the boys will love to make you open them and let them run their hands up and down them, always trying to get into your pants."

Sally resigned herself to her fate, allowing her legs to open, spread apart at least a foot. She continued to read from the bible, waiting for the touch she knew was coming, waiting for Father John's hands to move between her legs and grab her thighs.

"You can do better then that, Sally, wider, spread your legs wider, like you did on the desk. The boys like little girls with their legs spread wide." He always enjoyed making them spread their legs open, leaving them vulnerable to his fondling. He knew that soon Sally would make a mistake. A mistake that would cost her a punishment. It would be back onto the desk to spread her legs open wide, wider then was comfortable, splitting her up the middle. The crosses would be back, making her comply, making her open and vulnerable to him. If she didn't allow him access to between her legs now, she would when she was spread on the desk. He nudged her legs with his foot, making her spread her legs open, now over two feet. His hands grabbed her hips tightly, "more Sally, I want them open real wide," his hand touching her knees, pushing out on them, opening her legs wider.

Sally kept opening her legs, but Father John kept insisting on more. His hands and fingers probed her, forcing her open, stretching her legs open. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her naked breasts heaving up and down, her nipples still red and swollen from his fingers, her legs now spread obscenely, Father John smiling as he enjoyed her humiliation. She continued to read from the bible, now having read over 30 pages.

Father John went back to the task of feeling up her young body, now half naked before him, her legs spread wide, waiting for his touch, unable to prevent his fondling of her body. His cock felt like it was going to burst from his trousers, his hand reaching down to rub it. Sally would be making him cum again today, but this time he would be giving her communion. He would dump his cum into her hot, little mouth. His hands returned to her ass, feeling the flesh bunch beneath his fingers as he grabbed the tight flesh harshly, feeling her tightening her muscles as he did. "When God tempts you Sally, he is going to have boys lifting your skirts like I am doing, their inexperienced hands reaching under to grab your panty covered flesh." He pulled up on her skirt, watching her naked legs gradually being revealed to him, her legs parted, her firm thighs available to his fondling. "You must fight the urge to get sexually aroused. It will be difficult, they will do many things to make you let them into your panties."

His calloused hands were rubbing up and down her tender thighs, each time going higher and higher, moving between the "V" of her legs. She shivered in fear, afraid of what he intended to do once he reached the secret spot between her legs. She felt the bottom of her skirt pulled up and tucked into her waistband, naked from the waist down except for a thin pair of cotton panties. His hands returned to her butt again, grabbing her cheeks hard, fingers sliding up and down the crease, her ass cheeks clenched tightly, preventing his probing fingers from her most intimate parts. She felt his fingers reach the juncture of her legs, his hand now between her legs, grabbing her sex with his palm, his fingers pushing between her lips. "Please Father John, please don't!" she finally cried out, unable to contain the molesting of her body any longer. She lowered her arms, the bible at her side, tears running down her face, humiliated at what she had been subjected to.

"Now, now, Sally, you did very good, you did the best you could in resisting God's temptations. It is a very difficult task, especially for a young girl like you." He let her skirt fall back into place, standing beside her, grabbing the bible from her hand.

"Thank you, Father John, I will try harder next time, I promise," relieved that he understood.

"I know you will Sally, I know you will try harder next time. You will remember the punishment you had to suffer, just like Jesus and you will try real harder," smiling. He was waiting for this, waiting for the chance to punish her.

The look of shock made Father John's cock jerk in his pants. She had thought she would not be punished. He always loved that, such naïve young girls.

"No, you're not going to punish me, are you Father John? You said I did a good job. And I will try to do better next time, please, please," she begged.

"You will do a better job next time because you will not want to endure the punishment again. You did a good job, but you failed God's test. For that you must be punished. Now step over to the desk, Sally."