Page 7 of Spare the Rod

My hand went under my robes, already slick with precum as I gripped it tight, the pressure building and I knew I would be unable to resist this beautiful temptress. “You have no need to apologize for your curiosity. I am here to help you, though.”

I saw her look up, her bright blue eyes shining and I recalled the way they looked at me in wonder as her lips met mine. My breath came out in a shallow pant as I slowly stroked my length, precum coming out slick to cover my hand beneath my robes. “Thank you, Father.”

My breath hitched.

“What do I do?”

“Do you have the actual intent to stay away? Is that what you want?”

“Yes, and no. I want to stay away. I don’t want to sin. But I want to see him again. I want to feel free. Is that so wrong?”

My heart soared at her words. Though it shouldn’t have. I stomped it out a long time ago.

“I asked about him after he left. Apparently it was his first night there. He’s some well-known Dom and it was the first time anyone has seen or heard about him in years. Why would he choose to help someone like me?

“What makes you think you are not worth helping?” my question came out strained as I gripped the base of my shaft, knowing if I let loose now she would know.

“If you could see me, Father, you would understand.” Her swallow was audible and I wanted to tear apart the world to find everyone that had ever made her think she was less than what she was. To make her see she was worth every second of devotion and more. But now was not the time or place.

The problem was I had seen her. Almost every glorious inch and I wanted to worship it. To devour it and then to repeat it until she forgot every single bad thought that had ever been put in her head. The very thought of it had me holding tight, willing myself for control. It wasn’t always about the gratification, sometimes it was about the journey there, so I forced myself to hold on and not stroke, no matter how much I wanted to, or how bad the pressure built. As I told her, this was about her.

“God does not make a mistake. All of his creations are worth helping. From the times you have been here, I can tell your soul is beautiful, and you try to do the right thing, despite the war that wages within you. When you leave here, I know that no matter what, you will try to do what is right again. Whatever has been told to you in the past does not matter, it is what you believe.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“Will you return again this week?” I asked, not sure if it was more a question for her soul, or for me. Hating that I couldn’t sort it out as my precum slid down my fingers.

“I don’t know,” her voice was quiet, almost shy. “I know I shouldn’t.”

I knew what I should say. What I should advise her to do. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I offered to pray with her. A cop out of epic proportions. I know, and I hated myself for it. So as I gripped my throbbing shaft in one hand, and braced my other one against the confessional wall, I prayed with her for God to aid her in her decision in the coming week, knowing I was likely damning myself at the same time. As we ended the prayer and the door closed behind her, I found myself caring less about my own damnation and more about finding my salvation buried deep inside the beautiful blonde in the place called Club Wonderland.

Chapter Four

When the next theme night came around, I sought out Father Rinaldi, asking to be excused to seek out the parishioner who needed my help the week before, both hoping I would find her and praying I wouldn’t. Eagerly he agreed, praying that God be with me on my journey to help the woman. Guilt followed me as I changed my clothes for the evening. God was the last one that would be with me as I made my trip to Club Wonderland, but I was determined to take this one night before I put it behind me for good.

This one night to taste the forbidden fruit before I returned back to the path of the righteous. I would use this one chance to teach her what I could, to show her what she deserved, should she continue to seek out this lifestyle before I disappeared back to my life of the cloth. It might mean my eternal damnation, but I would spend the rest of my life seeking atonement for my sin. There was no turning back from it now.

I put my mask in place as I got out in front of Club Wonderland, and entered to the greeting of the butler. This time, he recognized me instantly, his eyes going wide at my return, assuring me the gentleman had been addressed and was no longer a concern.

“Thank you for taking care of it.” I nodded and made my way into the crowd, squaring my shoulders and all too easily slipping into my old role. I hoped I arrived early enough to find the woman before she partnered with someone before the evening.

My eyes scanned the crowd, my breath hitching when my gaze met hers through the throngs of people. Despite the mask, I knew in an instant it was her. From her wavy blonde hair that fell in clouds around her shoulders, to her full lips and the way her eyes shone when they met mine, there was no doubt it was her.

Time seemed to stand still as I crossed the room to her, studying her every move to see if there was any recognition on her part. As I stopped in front of her I realized how much shorter she was than me, the top of her head only coming to my shoulders. “It’s you,” she breathed.

“How did you know?” I tucked her hair behind her ear.

“It’s the way you carry yourself,” she blushed. “I would know it anywhere, Sir.”

I couldn’t help but smile at how easily she slipped into a submissive role, while at the same time wondering how true it was that she would recognize the way I carried myself anywhere. Hoping it really was not the case, because if she could really tell, I would be in deep trouble come the time she saw me outside of the confessional. I was under no delusion the mask would keep my identity a complete secret. That was a problem for another day, though. Tonight was about bringing her the pleasure I had thought of for months now.

“It pleased me a great deal to see you here tonight, my beautiful temptation,” my voice was low and full of need as I struggled for restraint.

“Why do you call me that, Sir?” Her words came out in an awed whisper, the warm light from the candelabra reflecting in her blue eyes.

“Because it is what you are to me. My beautiful temptation. Something I swore I would never be tempted by again, and yet here you are. Tempting me with the forbidden.” I ran my finger over her bottom lip, recalling the way she tasted, excitement thrumming through my veins.

She was a delectable contradiction between innocence and sin. Her shy demeanor and blonde, angelic features coupled with the sexy lingerie she wore made up of strappy leather that criss-crossed across her chest, barely covering her chest, complete with a matching set of leather panties that left very little to the imagination. It made me imagine what it would have been like in the old days to have my collar complete the look. This was not the old days though, this was tonight. One night only. “Will you allow me the honor of showing you what true pleasure and freedom can be tonight?”

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