by Faulk, Mercy
I dropped my eyes to my hands clenched in my lap. The last thing I needed was to get all heated up right here in youth group! A bunch of us were lounging around in easy chairs and love seats -- one guy was lying in a bean bag chair -- clustered in a loose circle in the church's rec room. This was not the time for those kinds of thoughts, and most definitely not the place.
Pastor Randy stood and clapped his hands together, moving toward me as he spoke. "Let's pick this up next week, so in the meantime, I want you all to read about Onan in Genesis 38, and how the Lord destroyed him because he spilled his seed on the ground."
We all stood and grabbed each other's hands for our final prayer. Electricity shot through me as Pastor Randy's warm hand folded gently around mine. My head was bowed for prayer but I couldn't take my eyes off our hands, heat radiating up my arm and straight to my three most sensitive points. How could my nipples get hard -- and forget about how my you-know-what was throbbing -- just from someone holding my hand?
"Dear Jesus, our Lord and Savior in Heaven," Pastor Randy intoned, his voice all chocolate and caramel to my senses. A girl across the room sighed. "Please forgive us sinners and shine Heaven's mercy upon us for the sins we have yet to commit."
His hand squeezed mine lightly at those words and my eyes widened at the implications. Was he saying God would forgive my sin of lustful thoughts? Or that he knew I would have more lustful thoughts so I'd better watch myself? Or that he was having lustful thoughts about me? No! That was ridiculous. Pastor Randy could have any woman in the congregation, maybe the world. No way could he be interested in a geeky, skinny girl like me. Besides, he was much too pious.
"...Amen." I'd been thinking so hard about that hand squeeze that I missed the rest of the prayer. Another black mark on my record. Great.
I moved to drop Pastor Randy's hand but he held on tighter, keeping me by his side as everyone milled around, gathering their bags and coats. "Goodnight, everyone. Sleep well, stay pure, and I'll see you all in church next Sunday!"
I was terrified to look him in the eye, knowing he intended to have a talk with me about what I did in his office. I'd tried to get out of coming tonight, but Mom had laid down the law and driven me to the church herself. "I'll pick you up at nine, and if I don't see you coming out those doors with all the other kids, you'll be grounded from the Internet for a week!" As a total computer nerd, that was a life sentence.
So here I was, about to be scolded, perhaps punished, for doing unthinkable things in the pastor's office, of all places. How stupid was I?! I just prayed that Mom wouldn't lose her job over this.
Pastor Randy lowered his voice so only I could hear him. "Stay right there, Ms. Richards. I'd like to speak to you in private."
Oh, God!
I was left to stew and fret while he escorted everyone out of the church. What was the punishment for a sin like that? Had he told anyone? Did he like what he saw? Stop that! Thoughts of Pastor Randy enjoying the show I accidentally gave him made me tingle all over. I tried to push them out of my head but once the seed was planted, it grew like a weed.
A few minutes later, he came back into the room and pulled a chair in front of where I was sitting. Settling himself, he leaned back and leveled a stare at me that at once set my blood pumping and made me want to crawl inside myself from embarrassment. His dark blue eyes pierced my soul like fire. I fidgeted and tried to tear my eyes from his gaze, but all I could think about was swimming in them.
"I told your mother that you offered to help me tidy up and that I would give you a ride home," he said after an eternity. I nodded. That couldn't be my punishment, could it? Cleaning up after youth group?
"Now I know you're probably embarrassed--" I huffed at that.
"Nevertheless, this situation cannot be merely swept under the rug. Action must be taken, for your own good. For the good of your soul. Understand?"
I nodded meekly, flicking my eyes back down to my hands.
"I wonder what your mother would say if she were to find out what I witnessed in my office."
I gasped in horror at the very thought. No way! He was going to tell my mommy?! The expression on his face told me he was deadly serious.
"And I suppose if I were to report this to the deacons, you would be kicked out of the church. Of course, your mother would lose her job, naturally..."
"No!"
His face clouded over and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Are you defying me?" he asked, his normally loud voice terrifyingly quiet.
I willed the tears pooling in my eyes to go away but they refused to obey. They spilled over, the dam bursting. "I'm so sorry, Pastor Randy! I didn't mean to! I just got caught up in your sermon, and then I was in your office and I started feeling things I'd never felt before. It was my first time ever, I swear it was!"
By then I was overcome with fear and grief and longing for Pastor Randy's forgiveness. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed uncontrollably. Before it had even begun, my life was over. Mom was going to have to go back to the maid service, if they'd even take her back. I'd probably have to go with her, if she didn't kick me out.
Pastor Randy reached out to gently pull my hands from my face, wiping the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. "Now, Stacey, calm down. Take deep breaths."
Calm down? How could he tell me to calm down? My life was falling apart because I couldn't control myself. I was so weak. Oh yeah, and going to hell. That made me wail even harder.
He got up and sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I leaned my head onto his shoulder, snuggling my face into his neck. His spicy musk calmed me and set me aflame. All I wanted to do was breathe him in. I could stay right here for the rest of my life and die a happy girl. My sobs quieted and my breathing slowed, while his had speeded up. So had his heartbeat. I could hear it thudding away under his sweater, the cashmere soft under my burning cheek.
His big hand petted my hair comfortingly as he shushed me. "Shh, child. We'll figure something out. Shh..."
I loved his touch and wished he would stroke me that way all over my body. My lips were so close to the pulsing vein in his neck; if I was a vampire, I'd be tempted to bite it, but I just wanted to kiss it, lick it. Drool pooled in my mouth, forcing me to gulp loudly. No way would I get into Heaven now.
"Shh..." he kept whispering as he caressed my head. I sighed.
"Shh..." His hand brushed farther down my back with each stroke. I snuggled into him.
"Shh..." Now his hand was grazing my butt cheek. My clit tingled.
"Shhhhhh..." At last his hand settled on my ass, rubbing sweet circles. My nipples tightened and I held my breath. Was Pastor Randy grabbing my ass? Ohmigod, he was! Oh, sweet heaven, I was in bliss. But also confused. What was happening?
"Pastor Randy...?" I looked up at him questioningly.
"Shh..." he interrupted, gazing down at me with a heat in his eyes that I'd only seen when he got really fired up during a sermon. It was a look of passion and I melted under it.
As he leaned his head down toward mine, I could smell peppermint tea on his breath. I couldn't take my eyes off his lips, willing them to come closer but afraid at the same time.
I tilted my head back and a moment later, his lips were on me. Sweet and tender and soft, it was always how I imagined my first kiss would be, and I'm afraid to say a little moan tickled up my throat in response.
Pastor Randy pulled back slightly, half-lidded eyes searching mine. "You like that?"
I nodded. "Mmm..."
"You want some more, you filthy little whore?"
I started to nod, then blinked, confused by his words, and pulled back. "Wha...?"
"I said, do you want more of what I was giving you. You filthy. Little. Whore." Each word was punctuated by a stinging slap to my butt cheek.
Scrambling away from him, I huddled in the corner of the little sofa, more confused than ever. He'd just kissed me like a man kisses a woman, and now he was spanking me and calling me horrible names. I didn't understan
d what was going on.
"Get back over here, harlot!" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me over his lap, my rump thrust upward. My head was swimming and I lost my breath as I hung upside down, waiting for my punishment.
"Did you think you were going to get away with committing such a disgusting act in my office?! Answer me!"
"No! I mean, yes! I mean, I don't know. I'm so sorry, Pastor Randy. I wasn't thinking."
"Clearly. And now you're going to find out what happens when you do such things. I just pray to Jesus that he will accept my punishment as his own so you may not suffer an eternity of hellfire."
With that, he shoved my dress up around my waist, his warm hand pausing to lightly caress my ass. "So young and fresh..." he whispered, almost to himself.
Then he tugged my panties down far enough that I was fully exposed. I wriggled in embarrassment and fear of what was about to happen. Tears of shame dripped off the tip of my nose as I sobbed quietly, waiting.
He gave me one more caress and then whap! I jerked and cried out in surprise and pain.
Whap! Whap! His spanks peppered down on me fast and hard, alternating from one cheek to the other, sometimes lower, sometimes higher. My butt was burning and I was completely humiliated.
But I was also completely turned on.
Each spank drew more dampness from my core. Blood was flowing through my lower region, and when he spanked me down low, my pussy lips tingled. I didn't know how much more I could stand but I didn't want him to stop. "Oh, please, Pastor Randy!"
"Please what, slut? Please stop? Please don't stop? Tell me!"
Sobbing across his lap, I was defeated. I couldn't lie to him. "Please don't stop," I whispered.
"That's what I thought," he muttered, rubbing my burning skin, soothing it. His fingers traced the crack of my ass, all the way down to my entrance. More than anything, I wanted to press my ass into his hand but I was afraid he would stop so I lay perfectly still, waiting for whatever was to come next.
"You say that was your first time committing the sin of masturbation. Is that true? Don't lie to me, child."
I nodded, my hair dangling in my face. "It's true. I never even kissed anyone before...until tonight."
I could hear a sharp intake of breath from above me. "So you're a virgin."
Another nod.
The finger at my entrance was working back and forth, easing in farther and farther. I clenched down on the groan that was forming on my lips.
"Well, if you would dishonor the house of our Lord as you did this morning, you could just as easily be lying. I guess there's nothing else to do but to find out for myself. If it's true, then maybe your soul -- and your mother's job -- can be saved."
I nodded frantically, wanting his finger farther inside me even more than I wanted to save my mom's job.
Slowly, he wiggled his finger, one hand firmly on my butt, holding me down. It was all I could do not to wiggle back, it felt so good. With his free hand, he pulled my cheeks apart and I spread my legs a little to allow him better access. Whap!
"Ouch!"
"Don't move unless I tell you to, do you hear me?"
"Yessir." Sweat glazed my skin and my entire body was shaking in anticipation and shame.
His warm hand grazed my reddened cheeks as his finger slicked up and down my virgin slit. I'd never had anyone else touch me there, but I'd dreamed that person would be Pastor Randy.
He pressed harder, liquid seeping out from between my folds as he burrowed into me, slowly...sooo slowly. I could feel a pressure inside me as he dipped in, and just as quickly pulled out. His finger was wet from my arousal and he slid it down to my engorged nub.
"You're so wet, Stacey." His voice was thick and I could feel a bulge pressing into my side. His erection. He wanted me as much as I did him!
"Yessir."
He pressed a second finger against my clit and rubbed like I'd been rubbing myself earlier. I tried not to move but it was almost impossible. Tension was building inside me, like it had before, and I needed release. "Oh, God..."
Whap! "How dare you take the Lord's name in vain, harlot!" Whap! Whap!
I groaned in response, letting my head dangle. His two fingers probed my folds again, pushing into me until they met resistance. He maintained a firm pressure until they popped through, burying themselves deep inside me. "Gaaaah!" I cried in pleasure.
Pastor Randy slowly pumped in and out of me, getting me used to the sensation. His fingers felt foreign but oh-so-right. I was silently sobbing with shame and desire and need. I ached for release but was terrified I'd go to hell for it.
"Well, you weren't lying about that, at least," he finally said. "I wonder if you're a virgin elsewhere, as well."
I didn't know what he meant. How many more ways were there to be a virgin?
I found out when he slid his well-lubricated fingers up to my tightly puckered entrance and began circling it. I gasped in horror. My head shot up and my body stiffened at his touch. He chuckled softly and moved away from that scary spot.
"I guess so."
I relaxed back over his lap, hoping he would continue touching me. I could feel his hardness against my side and pressed myself into it as much as I dared. It was enough to get a sharp intake of breath.
His hands roamed my ass and thighs, the smooth palms -- the hands of a preacher -- easily sliding over my hot skin.
"What am I going to do with you, Stacey? Hmm? You need to be taught a lesson, that much is plain."
His fingers slipped into me again, pumping slowly, taunting me. I clamped my pussy walls down hard onto his fingers, which sent me to a new level of pleasure. I kept tightening those interior muscles as he pumped in and out, the friction and pulsing building tension inside of me.
"Mmm, you're so tight," he groaned, as his other hand reached down and started circling my clit.
Oh, God! I was no longer in control of my body or voice. Just like this morning, when I was jacking off in Pastor Randy's office, I heard my own cries of joy from a great distance. I was vaguely aware of my body rocking back and forth across his lap but could control myself no more than I could control the tides.
"That's it, my child, release the demon inside you." Even Pastor Randy's words were almost drowned out by the blood rushing through my ears.
A moment later my world exploded and my body tensed in a massive spasm. The aftershocks were nearly as intense because Pastor Randy continued fingering me and playing with my clit. I bucked against him, powerless, wordless. I wanted him to stop. I would kill him if he did. Finally, he slowed his pumping hands and I wilted into a puddle across his lap.
3
As I lay there, panting and trying to catch my breath, Pastor Randy's hands continued to roam all over my body. I couldn't believe I wasn't self-conscious and trying to hide most private of places, but I figured he'd already seen me spread wide in his office, so there were no great mysteries. Besides, he was Pastor Randy. I trusted him. He only wanted what was best for me.
"Now that the lustful thoughts have been purged from your body, we must decide on an appropriate punishment."
"The spanking wasn't my punishment?" I gasped as my breathing slowed to normal.
A low chuckle shook his body, pushing his hardness into me. "No, my child. That was to simply prepare you for your punishment."
If that was just the appetizer, what was the main course going to be? My heart raced in fear and exhilaration.
"We should pray so that the Lord might show us the way. Come, kneel with me, Stacey."
He helped me stand upright, the blood rushing to my head and making me woozy for a moment. Pastor Randy caught me to his chest, wrapping his left arm tight around my back to support me while his right hand grabbed my ass. I couldn't help noticing that it was wedged pretty far up.
I regained my footing and he released me, keeping one hand on my lower back. My dress swooshed down around my knees, coming to the same level as my panties. Should I pull them up? Take them off? Ignore
them? I glanced up to him for guidance, unsure what would be seemly, under the circumstances.
"You may remove them, if you wish." He nodded sagely as I bent to skim them down my legs. I kicked them over toward my purse so I wouldn't lose another pair. Which reminded me...
"Excuse me, Pastor Randy, but did you happen to find the pair I put in your coat pocket by accident?"
He was silent as we walked out of the rec room into the main hall. Christ looked down on us with pity.
"There are no accidents, my child," he finally said. I wasn't sure how to respond to that.
We approached the dais and Pastor Randy pointed me to the kneeling platform before the great crucifix. I knelt, clasping my hands in front of my face, ready to be forgiven for my sins.
"To be truly repentant for our actions, Stacey, we must supplicate ourselves before the Lord. We must come to him with an open heart, accepting that we are no better than the animals that inhabit the field." His volume was increasing as he preached to me. I could barely believe it but it was totally turning me on. I really was an animal!
"KNEEL, child! Kneel on all fours, like the dirty animal you are! Down with ye!" The hard shove he gave my upper back caused me to catch myself before I did a face plant in front of Jesus. I was at a strange angle, with my knees higher off the floor than my hands, but I understood that I needed to beg for forgiveness.
"Now pray. Pray that God will enlighten me with the punishment he deems fit for your sins. Pray that He will give you the strength to take it. PRAY!"
I was quaking with desire and a little bit of terror. His fervor was overwhelming.
"Dear God, please show Pastor Randy the way that I might be redeemed."
"YES! And will you accept the punishment He demands?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, God, I will accept whatever you decide. Please, forgive me, Lord, please."
"PRAISE JESUS! I have seen the light! Yes, God has shown me what must be done to purge you of your sinful ways, my child. Praise Jesus."
