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 understand 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
"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 understand 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
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