1 comments/ 56915 views/ 12 favorites Service Provider Ch. 14-23 By: IdeeFixee Chapter Fourteen — Sunday School When she'd gone to Mass as a teenager on the old Headmaster's orders, Janice had been struck by the appearance of the Father leading the service. He was tall and rough looking, with large, craggy features and recessed but gleaming dark eyes. He had also noted the presence of the gorgeous, sensuous young brunette sitting in the third or fourth row. After Mass, as the parishioners filed out, she thanked him and he asked her name. He then held out his hand to shake and passed her a note. Excited by the private message, Janice read the message as soon as she had some privacy. It told her to attend late afternoon service during the midweek and sit in the front row, wearing her school uniform. Two days later, she arrived at a nearly deserted church and took her seat. Remembering that the Father was a "close friend" of the Headmaster, she'd taken care to wear lipstick and hitch up her plaid skirt by an extra couple of inches. Only two other parishioners attended the service, both seating further back and away from her. When the Father made eye contact, she felt a restless excitement. He was intense and powerful. She felt so stirred up that she widened her legs to feel more stable. The Father noticed the leggy beauty had opened her tanned legs and thought it was to tease him. A few minutes later, during a pause, he stared intensely at her. Janice felt controlled and dominated by his gaze. Unconsciously, she spread her legs as far as the plaid skirt allowed. Father Hood saw all the way up her thighs to the thin, tight white school regulation panties at their apex. On the following Sunday, Janice was in her Sunday school class when the Principal's assistant announced that their regular sister would not be teaching today. Instead, they were lucky to have a special substitute teacher. To everyone's surprise, Father Hood walked in. He immediately noted that two of the girls were whispering to each other while another couple were giggling away. In order to break up the two pairs, he ordered them to rearrange their seats. In the process, half of the girls had to stand and move. Hood directed some of them to specific seats. The classroom was the kind that had tiers of seats. He told Janice to sit in the rearmost and highest tier. The hot teen climbed the steep steps and sat alone in the center of the last row. Father Hood began teaching. While all the girls' heads—except for Janice's—were bent down scribbling notes, his eyes met Janice's and he nodded, almost imperceptibly. Janice guessed what he wanted and spread her legs open as she had done in Mass. She was sitting at such a raised level that he had a perfect view of her lovely thighs. He signaled his approval and nodded again, wanting more. Concerned that the other students would notice something, he wrote several ideas and questions on the board and told them to begin writing an essay, turning on his portable radio to a classical station as an additional distraction to shield Janice's privacy. Pretending to concentrate on her essay, Janice idly pulled her plaid skirt up as high as the two large safety pins holding it together would permit and began idly caressing the insides of her thighs with her left hand. He saw no telltale white flash of the regulation cotton panties. Janice thought of what she could do next to tease the Father, the pencil's eraser resting on the tongue of her open mouth. Her long tongue flicked around the bottom of the eraser, drenching the pink rubber tip in a luridly suggestive fashion, wrapping around and licking the pink nubbin, treating it like a prick or clit, drenching it with saliva. Realizing her skirt was no higher than it had been in Mass, she undid the two large safety pins. Her thighs now free, she raised both legs and hooked them around the crossbars on the sides of the chair. She continued stroking with her left hand, but higher up her inner thighs. The Father, his palms perspiring, swallowed thickly at the nymphet's brazen actions. Unlike before, she now wore no panties. He reveled in the sight of her naked mons, her legs spread so obscenely that the dusky, glistening lips gaped openly, revealing the shining entrance at her core, surrounded by sparse, short black hairs that gleamed with wetness. As he stared at it, the end of her pencil entered his tunnel vision and the pink eraser began roaming over her clit and slit, the rubber nubbin stroking, prodding and tapping the engorged clit and lips. Father Hood cleared his throat and announced that, since it was late, the girls deserved a break and were dismissed. The students glanced at each other, surprised that the Father, with his reputation as a stern disciplinarian, was being so easygoing. Janice unhooked her legs from the chair, returned them to the floor in front of her and lowered her skirt, pretending to gather her belongings, but did not get up. "Go along, out you go," he said, herding them out the door. By the time he'd closed and locked the door and turned around, Janice had resumed her previous position, thighs spread wide, her gash exposed. As if nothing had changed in the classroom, she returned the pencil to her face, tapping the wet end against her cheek, leaving a trail of cunt juice and utterly tormenting him. After a few seconds, she immersed the pencil even deeper into her sopping slit. Then, as if lost in concentration about her assignment, Janice extracted the eraser, trailing a long thick strand of juice, and tapped the soaked end against her blouse, above the left nipple. Transfixed, he watched the black nipple slowly made visible and taut under the persistent, wet tapping. After reloading the pencil between her vaginal lips, she moved the eraser to her right nipple. But instead of tapping gently, she now flicked it hard, beating a steady rhythm against the dark teat. Once she became bored with that tease, she slowly dropped the pencil to her groin and actually sank it directly into her cunt hole, moaning ever so quietly. Under the desk, the Father's overlarge cock was straining against the rough wool of his cassock. As if hypnotized, he watched as she pumped the pencil in and out its entire length of six inches. He glanced at her face, the large hazel eyes hooded in unbridled excitement. She found a second pencil and pushed it in next to the first one. He could see her enormous dark nipples pressing against her cheap, thin school-issue bra and blouse, damp from perspiration. He began harshly stroking his jerking, bumpy member. One of the large safety pins came into view. The Father felt like he had never been so excited. This girl was nothing if not creative. Janice was not even thinking; her actions were entirely on the spur of the moment. She positioned the end loop of the shining metal pin over her hood, tugging and bending the stalk of her clit till it was bent over to all four sides. She moved the safety pin to one of her puffy labia, placed it along the outer edge and forced it over the slick lip, grunting at the effort. The girl squirmed as she manipulated the swollen flesh into its imprisoning metal cage. The Father's cock was so hard it knocked into the underside of the desk. The safety pin crushed the middle of the labia, which also swelled hugely above the metal edge, The shameful girl repeated the process with the other labia and safety pin, till both livid lips bulged out from the constricting metal fence. Once her cunt was framed by the lips in their metal bondage, she pumped three pencil dildos in unison, her mouth hanging open with lust. The squishing sounds of the three pencils invading the schoolgirl slut's dripping cunt permeated the room along with the sounds of the Father beating his cock, as she cried out in her first climax, thrashing around on the chair. But one cum was apparently not enough. Dissatisfied with the triple pencil dildo, Janice rummaged in her knapsack and removed an object the Father couldn't discern. Slowly, she removed the pencils from her leaking cunt, striking her clit and the reddened lips protruding above the safety pins. She opened the hand holding the object and revealed, lying in her palm, a rubber band and two wedge-shaped pink erasers, the kind that were three inches long, two inches wide and a half-inch thick. She held them together lengthwise and wrapped the rubber band around so they were six inches long. With one hand she spread her metal-bound lips wider and with the other shoved the blocky eraser up inside her, the thick pink rubber disappearing into the wet pink gash, her left hand tugging downward on both safety pins, stretching the abused lips, her head thrust back and rolling from side to side in silent orgasm as the Father's veined and knobby cock, under the desk, shot off a geyser for a full thirty seconds. After a few minutes she recovered, raising her head and opening her heavy lids so that she looked into his stern, sweating face. Staring at him defiantly, she wrapped the skirt back around her thighs, fastening it with a couple of small pins -- but without removing either the eraser or the safety pins. He was incredulous that she was going to leave the eraser dildo in her cunt and the safety pins clamping her labia. She saw that his expression was perhaps even more severe than before. She interpreted that to mean that her behavior had been shocking, and that she would surely be punished for it. They both knew that things between them were only beginning. Janice collected her items and sauntered to the door, smiling innocently at him. "Leave the door locked," he commanded hoarsely. "Come here," he ordered hoarsely. She walked to his desk, standing contritely as he swiveled toward her. "Kneel," he said, and she sank down, her knees touching his toes. He flipped back the hem of his cassock, revealing a small lake of fresh jism coating the inside. Her eyes widened at the huge amount of thick semen. "Lean forward." Without hesitation, the girl complied. He dragged his bony pointer finger through the accumulation of seed and held the dripping digit over her head. She tilted her head, as if her upturned face was begging for it. Strands of thick cum dripped down and splashed onto her forehead, nose and cheeks, mixing with the drying trails of cunt juice. "Have you ever serviced a man in your mouth before?" She shook her head. "This begins your penance for being such a shameless sinner in class." She opened and he slid the finger into her hot grasping mouth. "Lick the underside; swirl your tongue around. As I withdraw, close your lips over the top." She moaned at the incredibly delicious taste; it seemed like precious nectar to her, warm, rich and salty. He removed the finger as her thick lips clamped around it. "Good." He dragged his pointer and middle finger through the goop and she took both digits easily, all the way in. The Father finally wiped his ring finger, along with the two others, in the spunk, and she sucked in all three noisily, laving them until he withdrew. He bent over and raised the front and rear of her skirt to waist height, exposing her tight ass and pussy, picked up a pencil from his desk and dragged all six inches of it through his spunk. "Spread your cheeks." The girl reached behind her and spread them wide. He leaned forward, pulled her toward him, pushed her sticky face to the floor and coated her lovely, puckered roseate with cum as she groaned with the new sensation. He reloaded the pencil in his wet lap and inserted it into her rosebud, pumping it deeper with each stroke. "Oh God!" she voiced, wailing pleasurably. He leaned back and pulled her head off the floor. "Clean it," he said, pointing to the residue on his cassock. Janice began the sizeable task of licking up his deposits, which she did with enthusiasm and thoroughness, scooping her thick tongue along the coarse fabric of the cassock while the Father pumped the long pencil all the way in and all the way out of her ass while the student slut ravaged her cunt with the erasers. When she had finished collecting his ejaculate, he yanked her head back, looked at her face, the forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin totally smeared and dripping with his thick cum, and twisted her clit. She cried out in her first vaginal and anal orgasm, shaking and shuddering. When she subsided, she appeared spent. The Father slapped her and she roused herself. "Give me the erasers." Moaning, she pulled the slimy erasers out of her. "Get up and straddle me," the priest said. He squeezed each of her nipples beneath the sodden blouse and pulled as she scrambled to her feet and placed her long, tanned legs on either side of his thighs. He held up his drenched robe and roughly scraped the jizz-filled fabric across her slit and mound. She cried out as the coarse wool scratched across her labial lips and safety pins. He stared at her cunt, his clotted spunk dripping onto his robe. He grabbed her purse from the floor and rifled trough it, removing two bobby pins. "Push your bra beneath your tits so we can begin the next punishment." Wary, the slavish teen unbuttoned her regulation blouse and released her tits from the demi-bra. Father Hood paused, mesmerized by the heavy tits and extraordinary nipples. "Lubricate these two bobby pins and fasten them to your nipples," he ordered. Janice dragged the metal pins through the residue of jism and pulled each bobby pin onto a nipple, pulling down until the nipples were forced into the ends of the bobby pins, the dark agonized buds bulging above the metal. The sadistic priest loved the effect. "Cross the ends." Reluctantly, she forced the bottoms to cross each other, gasping in pain as the pressure on her nipples doubled. He opened a desk drawer and removed four wooden six-inch rulers that had been fastened together to form a square, makeshift dildo. Without stopping, he slid the entire assemblage up her cunt as she gasped. "Stroke my shaft," he commanded, raising his robe to reveal his ugly cock. Janice exclaimed in surprise at the mottled, veinous member with its enormous head. But she dutifully scooped up a handful of cum and began shafting the appendage, her hot hand spending plenty of time on manipulating the underside and the glans. As she stroked, he began pumping the ruler-dildo in her cunt and she worked the pencil in her ass, sweating and moaning incessantly. With his free hand, he alternated between slapping her breasts and pulling/twisting the bobby pins, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the tortured black nipples being abused. As they both approached release, he reached down to the edge of his chair and picked up the final instrument for the afternoon session. Eyes lidded, the teen slut was building to an orgasm when Father Hood leaned forward and struck her back and ass with the cane. She hissed in pain when she felt the searing pain across her back and ass, but shook from the thrill of being thrashed — all while she was being drilled in both her cunt and ass, and giving the respected priest a messy hand job. The caning spurred her on to even more frenzied movement. Emboldened by her response, but finding it difficult to lean forward enough o strike her back and ass, the priest struck her satin-smooth abdomen. The girl screamed but didn't stop for a moment. He snapped the cane against the lower half of her breasts, watching as a weal formed below the jerking bobby pins on her nipples. He then slashed the cane into the tit flesh above her nipples. As the girl climaxed, he finally struck into the center of her squeezed fat nipples, so the pleasure would be perfectly melded with pain, sending her way over the top. He aimed his cock at her face and let loose a jet of jism. The first gob smacked Janice between the upper lip and nose, splattering clumps onto her eyebrows and cheeks. The next two blasts struck her bound nipples as he yanked down on the bobby pins, while the final shots covered the rulers hanging from her hole until he shoved them all the way back up. Screaming in her climax, she fell forward, collapsing onto him. Placing his hands under her arms, the strong priest lifted her effortlessly and laid her on the floor. He straightened his clothing and gathered himself, but she still lay in a silent heap at his feet. He took a handkerchief and roughly cleaned off the worst of his spunk from her face as the beautiful slut licked her sopping lips. "Get up and put yourself together." Janice returned to the world and kneeled, still dazed. "This commences the punishment, but only for today. Leave the rulers in your cunt and the bobby pins on your tits." "What?" she exclaimed. "I have to go home and sit down to dinner with my family!" "You must atone more today for your depraved taunts against a man of God. Wear your blazer during dinner." Resigned, she awkwardly pulled the bra up, hissing as the black material knocked the bobby pins and further inflamed the suffering nipples. Gingerly, she buttoned the blouse and dropped her skirt. "Go now." Unresponsive, he slapped her breasts. She stirred but didn't stand. He squeezed both nipples through the blouse and pulled her to her feet, howling in pain. She stood shakily, her eyes flashing angrily from the sudden pain of her abused nipples, and reached behind to remove her first anal dildo. "No!" he barked, "leave that in until after dinner tonight also. As well as the rulers in your cunt and the safety pins on your lips. You must suffer for your shocking behavior." Amazed that their session was over but her punishment was not, Janice gathered her books and purse, wondering how she would make it through dinner with her handsome father and cute brother sitting only a few feet from her. She decided not to think about it. At the door, she turned back to Father Hood, smiling flirtatiously, figuring that he still sat at the desk in order to clean the semen stains off his robe in private. There was nothing like the power of a teen tease over an older man, especially a beautiful teen reveling in her blazing sensuality. He nodded at her. "I want you to attend confession with me tomorrow afternoon." "Yes, I figured as much," she said, smirking. "Dressed exactly the same as I am now?" He knew she was referring to it all: the anal and cunt dildos, the bobby pins and safety pins. "Bring the instruments with you." "And how will I atone in confession tomorrow?" "Not that it's any of your business to know now, but there's one area of your sinner body that has been let off the hook today." She looked at him curiously. "I mean that your fat clit will suffer like your cunt lips did today." She wondered if the clit torture would bring her off even more intensely than today. "Thank you for an instructive class, Father." "My dear, your instruction has only just begun." For the first time ever, she saw the shadow of a smile upon his face. Chapter Fifteen — With Daddy in the kitchen When Janice's father, Jay, arrived home from his meeting at the church, all he could think about was the slutty way his daughter had been acting for the last several months. It had increased drastically during this unusually hot summer, during which she'd become a flagrant tease, taunting him and his son with increasing boldness in a thousand ways, defying his admonitions and daring him to do something about it. The meeting had been with the church's capital development steering committee, chaired by his friend, Father Hood. Jay owned a development company that was seeking a huge contract to remodel the diocese's buildings and erect several new ones. After the meeting, Father Hood had drawn Jay aside and warned him that he had no longer been able to ignore Janice's brazen behavior in school. He had been forced to punish her, and urged Jay to continue the strictest of discipline henceforth. Jay appreciated that the Father had informed him and promised to be strict with his flagrant teen. But as Jay stepped into the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks, his cock throbbing. Service Provider Ch. 14-23 Janice was on her knees, legs spread wide and bent over, cleaning a pool of yogurt that she'd spilled on the floor. Jay stared at her long tanned thighs and the plaid skirt that barely covered her ass. It swayed as she dragged a cloth across the floor. He felt like ripping the indecent skirt up to her waist, yanking down her panties and taking her right there. At first, he didn't understand why she'd be wearing her school uniform on Sunday, but realized it was because she'd been to Sunday school. Of course, he had no idea that the uniform Janice wore was a couple of years old and a size or two too small. Neither did he suspect that she tucked 2--3 inches into the inside of her waist, making an already abbreviated skirt obscenely short. Actually, she would never be able to wear the indecent uniform to school. Upon her return home every afternoon, she entered via the garage, where she stripped off the regulation uniform and squeezed into this one in order to torment her good-looking, sexy father. "Janice, what have you done now?" She turned her head to look at him but remained in the posture, her ass pointing straight up at him. "Hi, Daddy. All the counter space was full, so I put a big bowl of yogurt on the top of the fridge while I was cutting up fruit to add in. When I stretched up to bring down the bowl, I lost my footing and the bowl fell onto the counter, splashing all over me. I slipped and fell to the floor and it fell off the counter onto the floor right in front of me and made this mess all over the floor." "Turn around and show me." She rotated around on he knees and he gasped. The gooey white stuff was all over her, gobs of it in her dark short hair, a strand along the inside of her left thigh, a big streak rising up the other thigh beneath the hem of her skirt, and a big blotch on her chest, dribbling down into her big cleavage. She looked as though he'd just jerked off all over her. His cock twitched in his pants. "Daddy, what should I do? You always said not to waste food." "Well, scoop it up and eat it." Contritely, she slowly slid two fingers up her thigh, scooping up the deposit, and held the finger to her lips. She opened her mouth and extended that long tongue of hers, sliding it along the fingers, slurping up the stuff. "Mmmm," she moaned. "I like the way it tastes." However, there was so much gunk on her fingers that it dripped off onto her blouse. She appeared not to notice. He watched, transfixed, as her tongue meticulously cleaned her fingers, watching him all the while. He walked over to the bar and made two double vodkas with ice, handing her one. "It's hot, drink this." Gratefully, she swallowed half of the cocktail, as did he. Then she put the fingers at the base of her other thigh and slowly moved them up, scooping up more of the stuff until she reached the hem of the skirt. With her other hand, she raised the hem in tandem with the two fingers sliding upward. She revealed a couple of red lines on her thighs. He guessed that the discipline the Father had alluded to included the corporal kind. If she continued pushing up the skirt, he'd see her white panties. Since the streak continued, she eventually pushed up the skirt to her waist, exposing her panties. Stunned, her father stared, his cock jerking. Not only was she not wearing regulation plain white panties, her panties were a sheer gauzy gray, completely exposing her pussy. And it was completely shaved. His knees were buckling, but he managed to pull a chair up to her and sank into it. Apparently oblivious about her exhibitionism, she held the dripping fingers up and, rather than lick them clean by extending her tongue, pushed both fingers into her mouth, pumping them in and out, moaning as she stared into his eyes. Stalling for time, he said, "Finish your drink." They emptied their glasses. "You've got that stuff all over your school blouse," he said hoarsely. "Take it off." "Yes Daddy." She unbuttoned the sticky blouse and opened it wide. "Oh God," he thought. Her bra matched the lewd panties. Although it was full-cup, it was also sheer, exposing her big tits, capped by the dark aureole and massive nipples she'd been cock-teasing him with all summer. He sat on the edge of his chair so his aching balls could hang more freely and opened his legs. He held out his hand, trying to prevent it from shaking. "Give me the blouse and I'll clean off your hair." Janice balled up the blouse, handed it to him and inched closer. He grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her closer so he could wipe off the goo. But he was stronger than he realized and her face wound up in his groin, his hard cock jerking against her face. "Damn!" he yelled, pulling her greasy head away. "Look what you've done to my good suit pants!" "Daddy, I'm sorry," she lied, pleased that she'd been able to feel his thick cock twitching against her hot face. "I promise I'll take them to the cleaner on my way to school." He was beside himself with confusion and frustration. When she saw he was still angry, she said "Would you feel better if you slapped me?" He slapped both of her greasy cheeks and said, "That doesn't make me feel any better at all." "That's because I meant for you to slap my breasts, not my face," she said, pouting. He stared, amazed that even his slut of a daughter would offer punishment to her tits. "But could I have another drink first, to help with the pain when you slap them?" Awkwardly, his cock enormous, he walked over to the bar and refilled both glasses. They drank, and he made a decision. Who was he to deny her? "I'll even help," she added, smacking her lips, placing a hand under each breast and lifting them up and out to him. He slapped each breast harshly as she yelped, massaging the reddened globes. "Thank you Daddy for slapping my tits. Now stand up and I'll fix your pants." Once he stood, shaky on his feet, she removed his leather belt. Then she undid the front button and unzipped the pants. They dropped to his feet, and suddenly his daughter was kneeling at his feet as his shorts tented out from his hardon, an inch or two from his face. His briefs were so stretched that the front slit exposed the first several inches of his member. The next thing he knew, she had snaked her tongue sideways into the slit and was licking his prick. After a minute, she pulled on the sides of his shorts and his cock was now totally exposed, jutting out into the room until she engulfed it, going all the way down on his thick six inches. There were four sounds in the kitchen: the low hum of the refrigerator, the ticking clock, the slurping mouth of his teen daughter as she wetly deep-throated his penis, and Jay's moans. "Wait Daddy." She leaned back and pulled the tight panties down by six inches. He watched as the wet gusset was forced away from the sopping labia. Janice reached into her panties and slowly withdrew most of Father Hood's ruler dildo from her sucking slit, until it hung in the air, glistening obscenely. Jay had never realized she'd had a dildo inside her. She reached down into the bowl of yogurt on the floor next to her, scooped up a handful and massaged it into her palms to warm it up, then reached into his shorts from underneath and began slowly kneading his balls. She immersed the other hand in the bowl, warmed it as best she could with one hand, and slathered it onto his cock, pumping the base of his shaft as she sucked the head and below. Then the other hand abandoned his sac and began pumping the ruler dildo in and out. Within a minute, he pushed her face off his cock and erupted onto it, followed by her breasts and belly, shooting harder and longer than since he was a young man, drenching her in the real thing. When she'd milked the last spurt out of him, he crumpled onto the chair in a state of shock. "Daddy, are you going to whip me now with your leather belt for being so clumsy with the food?" He stuffed his cock back into his briefs, picked up the belt, stood and pulled her up by her hair. "Owww!" she cried, scrambling to her feet. He pulled her over to the sink, which and was filled to the brim with hot water in preparation for doing some dirty dishes. "Take off that filthy bra," he ordered, yanking the dildo out of her cunt. "Yes Daddy." Ever so slowly, she unhooked the bra, slid down the straps and pulled off the soggy garment while he undid his necktie. Grabbing her wrists, he wrapped the necktie around them and fastened the tie to the faucet, forcing her down until she was leaning across the sink, her big breasts hanging down and almost touching the hot water. It wasn't until he'd forced her tight panties down to her knees that he noticed the marks across her back, ass and thighs, plus the black object embedded in her ass. "Who whipped you, and what is that object?" he demanded furiously, knowing full well. "Why, your friend, Daddy, Father Hood. But the dildo and butt plug aren't my fault. I was ordered to wear them through dinnertime." Trying to recover, he stammered, "If Father Hood told you to do it, I'm sure he had every good reason to do so." Enraged, he began whipping her back, ass and thighs, adding a rash of weals to her gorgeous skin. When her cries became too loud, he looked out the window behind the sink to the house of his neighbor, Paul Collins, the contractor on his construction projects. "What if Uncle Paulie sees you whipping your naked daughter, Daddy?" "Be quiet," he said, grabbing a dishtowel, folding it into a small size and shoving it into her mouth. He started slapping her dangling breasts as she whimpered. Without thinking, he pushed down on the small of her back, forcing her breasts into the hot water. She screamed in panic at the searing heat, legs flailing. He held her down for five seconds before releasing the pressure. Her chest lunged up out of the water, the tortured tits sprouting nipples that were a half-inch longer than before. Once he noticed the streams of pussy juice extending down both of her legs, he freed his cock from the boxers, kicked her legs apart, and drove his dick between the swollen reddened labia into her furnace-like cunt, pumping away in a delirium as he felt the girth of the butt plug imposing on her pussy. His hands mauled her abused breasts mercilessly, pulling and viciously twisting the hot nipples as she made deeply guttural sounds of pain and lust. They both climaxed in a sweaty, shouting mess. He couldn't believe that, so soon after cumming all over his daughter's front, he was again shooting over and over, this time into his daughter's hot shaved snatch. Janice collapsed, hanging off the counter by the necktie imprisoning her wrists to the faucet. Her father's cock popped out of her cunt as she sank down, listless. He staggered back, watching as his load began to dribble and then stream out of her hole. As a lesson, he decided to leave her hanging until after he'd taken a shower. Before walking out the door, he looked back at her dangling young body to be sure she was real. He'd been seduced and manipulated into an incestuous blowjob by his Catholic school daughter, followed by a combination whipping and cunt fucking. Yet, rather than being paralyzed with remorse, all he could think about was flipping her over, clamping and weighting her big luscious tits till she screamed, flipping her back and fucking her in the ass that had been made accessible by a sizable butt plug. Perhaps he should confer with Father Hood about the most suitable discipline session? Chapter Sixteen — 1st Confession The next afternoon, thrumming with excitement, Janice had worn a sexy bra but no panties. She had actually seduced both her father and the most intimidating priest in the parish! He had been completely under her spell. And she had come hugely. Plus she'd had her first ass dildo and was learning to suck cock like a pro and swallow delicious cum. She stuffed the panties into her knapsack and rushed off to church. The dim sanctuary was mysterious, the faint scent of incense alluring. In the dark recesses of a nave, she inserted the double eraser in her throbbing, wet pussy, forced the safety pins over her slick, distended lips, lubed a pencil and forced it into her puckered ring. Once inside the dim confessional, she was surprised to see a wood end table rather than a chair. Two thick pillows lay on the table. She knelt on them and realized her groin was at the level of the small shelf on the top of the partition dividing the confessional into two chambers. She began squirming restlessly while awaiting him, toying with her nipples, thrumming her fingers on her imprisoned labia and pushing around the pencils. "There are you are, my child." Although she couldn't see him properly through the screen, Father Hood's tall frame felt enormous in the confined space of the booth. She felt like the air was electrified. He adjusted the custom screen he'd had installed so he could see the sexy girl. "Headmaster tells me you've been a very bad student and have much to confess." "Yes, Father," she said, humiliated by his bluntness, but grateful that he didn't know about yesterday's seduction of her father. "Tell me." He forced her to be agonizingly explicit about her lurid sessions with the Headmaster, to the point of re-enactment. Janice explained that the Headmaster had tied her knees to the chair arms and bound her arms behind the chair. The priest shuddered with pleasure. "Go ahead," he said, since those were not possible with the limited equipment at hand today. "Would you like me to be gagged?" she asked him in an innocent voice, hearing his chair creak and floorboards groan as he shifted uncomfortably. "With a pair of my panties?" Unfortunately, there would no longer be a narrator if she were gagged. He was silent, so she continued with the story. While speaking, she unbuttoned her blouse and spread it open. When she unclasped her bra and revealed her whipped breasts, she heard a gasp from the other side of the screen. Her breasts were perfect, full and high, capped by thick 1-inch nipples. He was stunned to see a multitude of marks on such a young girl's breasts. "Raise the skirt to your waist in the front and rear." He confirmed the safety pins squeezing her bulging labia but could not see the eraser in her cunt. "Lean back and spread your inner lips." Sure enough, he saw the rear edge of the eraser wedged into her cunt. He placed an identical double eraser on the shelf. "Add this as well." Struggling, she wedged the second pair of erasers next to the first. "Now place this ring on yourself." He held out a metal disc with a hole in the center and she realized it was a common washer. Gingerly, she took the flat disc and positioned its hole at the top of her clit, which was already so aroused that it extended far beyond her clit hood. "Ugh!" she cried, for the hole in the washer was too small for her oversized clit. "It's too small to put on," she whined. His bony arm reached through the opening beneath the grill and slapped her clit. Janice jumped in pain, the reddened clit throbbing. "Do as I say," he said in a tone brooking no contest. Painfully, she forced the washer over her clit until she was panting with a mix of shame, pain, lust and pride. "He reached under his hassock and collected a load of pre-cum that he smeared on her nipples, lubricating them roughly. He handed her two more washers and, with difficulty, she barely managed to push them over the black, greasy nipples. "Turn around. Kneel on the pillows with your legs far apart and your head on the table. Excitedly, the limber teenager maneuvered herself into the awkward, debasing posture, her privates spread open in a degradingly submissive way. She heard a steady sound from his side as the Father began masturbating, so she diddled the erasers with one hand and pumped the pencil in her ass with the other. Mesmerized, he watched as she rotated the thick erasers in her cunt, forcing the walls to widen against the safety pins and clit ring, while slowly withdrawing and reinserting all of the pencil into her anus. Her legs were splayed so widely he could see through her juice-streaked thighs to her heavy, sweating breasts smashing into the table as she writhed in her peaking excitement, the nipple washers knocking against the wood. They orgasmed at approximately the same time. "Turn around," he said. Shakily, the girl turned back to him, her short black hair a spiky mess, face flushed and breasts heaving, the huge nipples extending further than he'd ever believed possible. He placed a small bowl on the wood ledge between them, the reek of semen strong in the air. "Lick this bowl as penance for your sins. Each mouthful will equal ten Hail Mary's." Thirstily, she lapped up the hot slimy spunk, again coating her nose and cheeks with gobs of it. He removed the half-empty bowl before she could clean it entirely. "Cleanse yourself," he said. She pulled her panties out of the knapsack and dried her face. She had no idea that she was a classic submissive. All she knew was the Father's complete, commanding authority -- and her duty to obey. "I want you and your father to meet me at the Rectory on Saturday night." "Yes, Father," she agreed, head bowed to hide her dread and excitement about the three of them being together. "Do you want me to wear any special clothing?" "Your father will see to that at the proper time." "Why do you want to meet us at the Rectory at nighttime?" she asked, mischievously. His meaty hand reached through the opening and slapped her left breast. She gritted her teeth and hissed while taking in air. "Why do you think? To administer punishment for your lewd behavior in class." "But I thought the Hail Mary's were my punishment," she said, feigning innocence. He slapped her other breast. "Don't be impertinent. You know that your punishment will be severe, even more so than the ones the Headmaster administered. "But why does my Daddy have to be there?" "Because a wild girl like you needs to have discipline administered by more than one person." "Yes, Father," she said meekly. "As a discipline for your smart mouth, I want you to put on these." He held out another pair of washers. She took them but her nipples had swollen so much from the first set that she could not force the new ones over her turgid nipples. "Lubricate them." She dipped the washers in the cum bowl and again placed them over her nipples, his spunk dripping onto her belly. Holding her breast flesh steady with one hand, she screwed the washers onto the nipples and down to their bases, her jaw clenched in pain. The Father stared at the bulging nipples, bound in greased metal, rivulets of his cum running down her breasts and dropping onto her mound. "Good. Get dressed and go now, my child." "Should I remove the dildos and safety pins and washers?" she asked, provocatively. "No, leave them as a reminder of your punishment to come." Slowly, the teen beauty stood and whirled around, flashing her ass before slowly lowering the skirt over the protruding pencil jutting outward. She twirled back to face him so he could view her groin one last time before she teasingly lowered the front of her skirt. She struggled to clasp the tight bra over her gorgeous mounds, the priest staring hungrily as the bloated, imprisoned nipples disappeared from view and she buttoned the tight blouse. "Thank you Father," she said, extending her pinky to scoop up a last taste of jism from the bowl and smearing the thick goo over her ripe lips until they glistened. "See you Saturday." Smiling, she left the confessional. However, the two were never able to rendezvous in the Rectory for her lengthy, formal punishment session. That week, Father Hood was suddenly reassigned to a distant parish, a transfer that had nothing to do with his disciplining Janice. It was simply bad timing—for them both. For years, the two of them regretted their bad luck. They both wondered and fantasized at length what that depraved evening would have been like. Neither of them forgot the lost opportunity. Service Provider Ch. 14-23 Chapter Fifteen — Daddy and the Father At 9:00 pm on a sweltering Saturday night, Janice and Jay, her father, entered the Rectory by the side door and went upstairs to Father Hood's private apartments. She'd had little sleep the night before, worrying excitedly about what the next night's scene would entail. The Father let them in and the three entered his spacious living room. The priest told the teen girl to make three double vodkas with ice. She served the cocktails and kneeled as instructed on a low, oversized ottoman between the two men, perspiring through her new, long-sleeve, high-necked white blouse. She pulled the loose skirt up to mid-thigh, exposing her spread thighs. Thirsty and hot, they all drank deeply. She had been told to buy the shameful top at a slutty boutique. The thin fabric was wispy enough with its loose weave to be luridly sheer, yet was even more lewd by being a size too small. "Daddy, why are you and the Father going to punish me?" she asked innocently. "I've been good all week, haven't I?" she added, tauntingly. It was true. Jay squirmed in his seat and looked at Father Hood for an answer. "Because it's only a matter of time before you commit another transgression," the priest answered smoothly. "We're simply being proactive. And school discipline is best administered with the cooperation and participation of a parent. Wouldn't you agree, Jay?" Janice's father nodded his assent, trying not to stare at his daughter's tits, pressing against the thin, sweat-soaked blouse. "Let's proceed," the Father said. "Remove the skirt." Janice undid the waist and, glancing back and forth between the two men, unwrapped the skirt and slowly pulled it away, revealing too-small sheer panties that only accentuated her newly shaved, bulging pussy lips and sweating clit hood. All three drank, Janice more than the men. "Now the blouse," said the priest. Knowing her power over them, the tease slowly unbuttoned the damp top and pulled it off her shoulders, baring the breasts forced into the small bra. She sauntered in her three-inch heels over to the bar, where she poured herself another big drink, but without ice, and returned to the ottoman, spreading her thighs as widely as possible. The priest picked up a pitcher at the bar, crossed to her and poured a stream of fresh white jizz into her tumbler. They all stared at the hot spunk as it sank to the bottom of glass and disseminated into the chilled vodka. "This is a new concoction I've developed just for you, Janice." He poured in enough so that the cum formed a peak above the surface." Jay realized how incredibly degrading this was to her. "Lick it off," the priest said. Stunned with the humiliating command, Janice was frozen until the priest reached into a pocket of his cassock and slammed a studded black leather tawse into her left tit. While her mouth gaped in shocked pain, he struck the other breast. Before he could return to the first tit for another blow, Janice licked the mound of semen off the surface of the alcohol. "Now show your father." The submissive girl turned to Jay and opened her thick lips, showing him her wide mouth filled with a huge lake of cum. Jay was disgusted, but also out of his mind with excitement. The priest stepped back. "Jay, restrain her." Jay stood in front of his kneeling teen as she held out her hands, joined at the wrist. He tied them together with a leather strap and fastened it to a heavy metal hook above the ottoman, tightening it until she groaned from the stress on her stretched arms and shoulders. But finally she had them, together at the same time. Chapter Sixteen — Reunion and a Self-Administered Test Something was knocking painfully loud on the left side of the door. The hitting switched to the right side. Janice opened her eyes. She was staring down at her thighs, spread wide on a black wrought-iron chair, the legs immobilized on the outside. At first she thought her legs must be heavy as lead, then she realized her ankles must be fastened. Both her breasts ached. The knocking had been slaps applied to first her left and then the right breast to awaken her. The memory flooded back. For a couple of weeks she'd felt strangely restless, thinking about the church and Father Hood. Finally the urge or call became too strong to resist. She thought it would be put to rest by going to church. Unconsciously, she wore an outfit similar to the school uniform in which she'd first seduced the priest: a tight white blouse and short plaid skirt. There was no service, but the organist was practicing. She sat in the last pew of the empty church, remembering her brief but intense experiences with Father Hood, the most magnetic and sensuous man she'd ever encountered. Quickly she fell into a reverie, eyes closed, the organ music helping her drift off. She played out their lurid scenes together, unaware that she'd raised her skirt with one hand and slipped the other into the front opening of her blouse. Unbeknownst to her, a tall figure stood in the shadows of a nave with a perfect view of the sluttish woman, fondling herself in a pew. Her breasts strained against the thin white blouse. It was obvious she wore a black bra underneath. He was pleased that she was still wearing a short skirt and heels, although it was hardly a demure outfit for churchgoing. She looked ten years younger than her age. And now she was sacrilegiously openly squeezing and twisting her nipples with her left hand while the right plunged in and out of her pussy. By the time that the organ reached a crescendo, Janice was cumming. When she returned to reality, she opened her eyes, horrified to realize she'd been pleasuring herself in plain view in God's house. Feeling increasingly frustrated and resentful at the father's transfer out of her life so many years ago, she stood abruptly to leave. A little dizzy from standing abruptly after a cum, she turned around and almost bumped into a priest. Her head tilted up to his face. When she saw Hood's grim face and intense eyes looking down at her, she fainted away. The Father swiftly caught her and swept up Janice in his massive arms. Her skirt slid off her thighs and bunched at her waist. His right arm supported her naked thighs, burning hot in his hand. She wore white panties, the same color as in school issue so long ago. But this pair was skimpy, sheer, and sopping. He carried her to his office, shutting the heavy door behind him and depositing her in the chair in front of his desk. He tied her arms behind the back of the chair so she would not fall over and bound her ankles to chair rungs on the outside. She looked even better than he remembered or imagined she'd look. Her lustrous black hair was shorter than before, and she'd lost any baby fat she'd had as a teenager. He gasped at the sight of her big tits, at the dark aureole and huge nipples, which looked thicker and more prominent than he recalled. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like her breasts and nipples were larger due to childbirth. And her thick cunt lips were definitely longer, by at least a half-inch. That happened only as a result of training. She raised her head and stared into his eyes. "Father," she said hoarsely, "I have sinned." "Yes, my daughter, that is why we are both here together. Here, have some brandy to revive you." A large crystal brandy snifter stood on the edge of the desk, in front of her. He grabbed a handful of her short hair and tilted back her head. She swallowed two large mouthfuls. "Mmm, that's good," she said gratefully, licking her lips, the taste and scent of the brandy mixing with another smell that made her involuntarily lick her lips. She examined her body. Her black bra had been opened and was dangling on both sides of her breasts. Metal washers had been forced down to the base of her nipples and clit, which had been generously lubricated with cum that dripped down to her thighs. The panties had also been removed so that two erasers could be inserted into her cunt. Large safety pins were squeezing her labia. She shuddered with pleasure. It was like they were picking up exactly where they'd left off in the past. "Yes, it's expensive. Very smooth," he agreed. "Why have you tied me?" she asked. "You fainted. I had to make sure you didn't fall out of the chair and hurt yourself." "Oh. . . How long have you been in town?" "For years I have tried to transfer back here." "To be with your family?" she said. "No. To finish your penitence." Janice shuddered. "I have been back for a couple of weeks, but was too busy to contact you. Busy learning about you and preparing a special, unused room in the rectory for your punishment. But I knew you would sense my presence and come here." "Learning about me? Special room? What do you mean?" "The Headmaster has filled me in on your willingness as a good mother to help your son's college admission." Janice colored with shame, her nipples hardening. "He and I have known each other since college. Here, drink more." He lifted the snifter to her mouth and she drank. "Except that I am not a good mother. On the contrary." "I have been friends with the Vice Chancellor since grade school, so he has also been most helpful and descriptive." She flushed even more, her head hanging, squirming with embarrassment in her bonds. "He is talented and stern, but even he cannot give you what you need, only I can. The special room? It is a place for your contrition and discipline. It has taken time to design and outfit with instruments, devices that are equal to your. . . capacity, your appetite, for sinning." Janice's head shot up. Her cunt shuddered. "What kind of instruments?" "All in good time. Tell me about your marriage." "There's so little to tell. He was an okay guy, but he was weak, indecisive, plain, boring. I had a few relationships afterward, but they were all disappointing and brief. And they all took time away from my son. For that, I've been a bad mother." "How is your son? Does he also think you're a bad mother?" the Father inquired. "Matthew's doing well in college, thank you," she said proudly. "And he is strict with me, which I respect and admire. The opposite of his father." "Strict in what way?" he asked directly, even though he knew the answer. Perspiration appeared on her forehead as she flushed with humiliation. But Janice felt her cunt juicing. "I exercise at lest two hours a day, six days a week. I'm actually much more fit and weigh less than I did when we. . . when I was a teen. I'm even fitter than I was a few months ago." "Yes, you look extremely well, and many years younger than your age." But she knew he wanted her confession. "Please give me another drink." The Father gave her a healthy swallow. "Matthew is the man in the house and he controls me. He doesn't let things go. . . he disciplines my bad behavior, regularly." The priest waited silently. "Umm, he even whips, canes or flogs me," she said in a whisper. There was a long pause; the silence was oppressive. "For example, on graduation night, I had the first encounter in years with a man. I was drunk. Matthew disapproved because I was drunk and didn't even know the guy." "What did you do with this total stranger?" "I. . . I gave him head." Silence. "I went down on him, I sucked him off, I blew him. Matthew said that I was acting like a drunken slut and must suffer the consequences." "Which were?" Hood asked, eyebrow arching and cock hardening. "Matthew removed my skirt, pulled down my panties, and spanked me." There was no sound or movement in the room. "With a wooden kitchen tool." The Father was aware that she was describing the least lurid of all her son's discipline sessions, but he chose not to press the matter. "The remainder of the preparatory work requires time and effort. If I am to complete the room and we are to proceed, I must have proof of your good faith." "Of course, Father," she vowed contritely. "Whatever you decide." "Then I decide that you are to administer a self-punishment." Her eyes widened. "That is, a self-flagellation." "But Father," she protested in a humiliated panic, "I've never done such a thing." "That's exactly why I'm here," he stated in a self-evident tone, opening the center drawer of his desk, removing a two-foot flogger with a rectangular piece of leather at the tip, and placing it on the desk in front of her. "Do you mean now?" she croaked. In reply, he stood and untied her hands from behind the chair. Immediately, she reached for the snifter and drank several times. "What will you have me do?" she muttered, her breathing deepening. She swayed ever so slightly from all the brandy. She also noticed that he shifted in his chair and adjusted his cassock. They both shared the same thought, that all these years of waiting had finally borne fruit. "You are to whip your breasts. And because you voiced an objection, you are to flog your nipples as well. At the same time, you must punish your pussy. Why do you shave yourself?" She finished the double portion in the snifter. "Matthew says being shaved is a sign of my submissive status. Also, that my labial lips are unusually thick and long, and they show more prominently without any hair. He insists my lips be stretched even longer, and it's easier to apply clamps, chains and weights when I'm bald there." They also show wetly, the Father thought to himself. "Your lips look longer than I remember? Is that correct?" "Yes, Father, when Matthew is here, he makes sure they're clamped and weighted every day. They've extended at least a half, maybe three-quarters of an inch since I became obedient to Matthew." The Father opened a closet door and removed a two-foot shaft of wood that he fitted into the edge of his desk. It sloped down. She lifted herself up a couple of inches so that its flat base could rest across the seat of her chair. She'd never seen anything like it. He draped the white panties over the wooden shaft as a shameful symbol of her subservience. The priest crossed to a chest, unlocked a drawer and returned with two dildos that he attached to the seat of the chair. One for her cunt, the other anal. The priest plugged in the electric cords that dangled from each. "I imagine you've never see these before. It's a new design. The exterior is pliable rubber or plastic that stretches. The shafts extend to almost double their length." Janice was amazed—and transfixed. "Please give me more brandy," she begged. The father refilled her glass. She drank while he untied her ankles and greased the dildos until they were dripping. He shoved the panties into her mouth. "Begin," he ordered. Using her long, strong legs for leverage, she raised herself several inches and gasped as she lowered herself onto the dildos. Knowing that the Father would brook no half measures, Janice held the flogger far away and swung it across her body into the side of her left breast. She grunted in pain, waited ten seconds and slashed the tit flesh on the top, then the inside, leaving the bottom for last. Father Hood turned on the switches to the lowest setting and she yelled in amazed pleasure as, without her having to move, the one dildo extended itself up her cunt and retracted, whereupon the second invaded her ass. They continued to alternate. The sensation was so novel that she resumed the flogging even more strenuously on her right breast. The Father watched as welt marks appeared on her left breast. Apparently the dildos were well designed, according to Janice's groans and the sheen of sweat on her tight stomach. "Pull the hood off your clit and strike it," he commanded. She grabbed the thick covering and pushed it aside, revealing the glinting washer, for a tentative hit directly on her fat clit. She moaned, more in pleasure than pain. "Harder," he directed, turning the dildo speed to medium. The thrusting dicks impelled her to a much harder blow on the second stroke to her clit. "Again." She struck a third hit. "Turn over the flogger." She rotated the device and fear showed across her face: the opposite side was studded with a dozen metal pinpricks emerging from inside the leather. "Do it, or I'll do it even harder than you." She began whipping her breasts again, screaming into the panty gag, humping her pelvis on the ceaselessly thrusting dildos. Her strokes became fewer and more erratic as her orgasm approached. All she could focus on was her ass and cunt. She held out the flogger to him, her eyes pathetically pleading that he take over. He yanked the flogger out of her hand, turned the dildo mechanism to high, gripped a sweat-soaked nipple and jerked it outward till she screamed. Holding the thick black nipple only by the tip, he slashed the studded tip of the flogger into the outstretched nipple. Janice was lost in the pounding dildos as the searing pain erupted in her abused nipple. It spurred her obsession to cum. The Father attacked her other nipple and turned the dildos to their highest setting. Dementedly delirious, her head whipped around furiously, sweat flying, the father spread her clit hood and repeatedly smashed the studs into her bloated clit. As the metal spikes struck her inflamed clit, the priest's submissive began a series of climaxes so intense and violent that they were frightening to watch. A minute later, she collapsed backward as the priest raised his Cossack and sprayed her down with a torrent of semen, completely drenching her slack face and taking special aim at the burning breasts covered with red microdots from the vicious flogger's impact. He jetted onto her mound and the luridly inflamed clit, milking the last spurts along her slack forearms and the fronts of her sweaty thighs. When Janice opened her eyes, she reveled in the shocking power of her multiple orgasms and then remembered the degrading acts of self-abuse she'd committed. The office was empty. She stared down at her breasts and their throbbing nipples, but her tits were so covered in cum she couldn't detect any visible damage. She pushed up shakily, her drenched cunt and grasping asshole reluctantly releasing the dildos, which had returned to their original, compacted size. She stared at her pussy, her clit aching. She opened her mouth and the panties slowly slid out onto the floor. She staggered over to a closed door. Sure enough, it was a washroom, but there were no tissues, towels, paper towels or toilet paper with which to clean herself. The bastard had removed everything. She was glad he'd ruined her panties so they could not cause even more distress to her whipped clit. Unbelievably, his semen coated her seemingly everywhere, torso and limbs. She scraped it off her face, arms and thighs, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of the delicious cream. Then she fastened the skirt around her sticky thighs and put on the bra, moaning as the tight fit pressured her sore nipples and beaten breasts. At least the jizz covering them insulated the bra fabric from the flesh. It wasn't easy to pull on the blouse, considering how sticky were her arms and chest. A note on the desk said, "You have passed the test of sincerity and obedience. 11 pm, Sat, 10 days from now, Rectory." Knowing she must smell like a cum bucket, she carefully opened the office door by a crack and peered into the dim, deserted corridor. Relieved, she slunk out the door, walking briskly but quietly until she found a little-used door to the outside. En route home in her car, her facial expressions were torn by conflicting emotions: reuniting with the man she'd obsessed over for years, fear of the ironclad hold he had on her, excitement at the devastating orgasms, and overwhelming shame at the debased punishment she'd willingly imposed on her tits and pussy. If this degrading, pain-filled scene had been proof of her "goodwill," then what could the main session possibly be like? In reponse, her cunt fluttered.