Penance Novels & Stories

“Being taken. Hard. Not asked. Just… used.” I wanted to die. The silence on the other side was suffocating. Then his voice dropped lower. “And whose hands did you imagine?” My whole body trembled. I couldn’t say it. “I—I don’t—” “Yes, you do.” His voice was absolute. “Say it.” Tears burned my eyes. I choked out, “Yours.” The word shattered me. Finally, his tone shifted. Priest again. “For your penance, you will pray ten Hail Marys tonight. And you will pray for strength to resist temptation.”

I am Gabriel Washington, I kneel for no one, except this lady who is currently on her knee for someone else. “Pride was the fall of mankind.” One of the ladies stated, her voice smooth as silk. “Get rid of the pride human, it will do you know good over here.” Persefoni tugged on my pants again, but I simply took a step away from her. Burying my hands into my pockets, I puffed my chest out. They might be the lord over these witches, but I’m no witch, so I owe her nothing. “Pride may have been the cause of man’s downfall, but risk has gotten us thus far.” She stood up gracefully. “I’m taking my risk with you by not kneeling.”

Please believe me! I scoffed at him and said, "Make it up to me, you say? How are you going to make it up to me? I don't need you to do anything of the sort, Miles. There's no possible way you could ever repay me in this lifetime. Get lost!" Faith looked up at me in terror and pleaded, "Please forgive him, Ms. Moore. He's gone mad. He'll kill me if you don't forgive me." I pinched her chin and said in disdain, "Then, die."

"First, there is no such thing as lifelong penance. Second, there is no evidence of contemporary churches giving penance for incest. I even contacted a local priest..." "You what?" Sharon stares at him disbelievingly. "Don't worry. I told him I was teaching a theology class and a question came up about penance for consensual sex between an adult brother and sister. The priest said that first of all, the occurrence isn't as rare as people think and secondly, rather than penance he would recommend counseling to help the couple dissect their relationship and make a sou

I repeated. "Now that you have confessed before a priest, Sister Jolene, you must be made whole and new again." I almost chuckled, but I held firm to my laughter. If father was in character, it would do me well to be continue in character with him too. Especially if I want a repeat experience with his beautiful cock again. "So this is your penance, you are to come to my office every Wednesday morning to get your penance handed out to you personally." I knew exactly what he meant and it filed me with no greater joy than to have hom again soon. Wednesday was in six days, the wait would be a long one, but I could do it.

He didn't deserve to even speak the word. The next morning, under the watchful, disgusted eyes of the entire pack, Robert and Grace arrived at the grave of the female leader who had died a century ago. They forcibly dragged the slender, disheveled Kaden with them. He was shoved down onto the stone monument to begin his long, undignified penance. According to my instructions, he had to remain kneeling there without rest until the arrogance in the depths of his soul completely vanished. "I repent! I repent for my crimes!" Kaden wailed before the grave. "Please forgive the ignorance of our ancestors! Please forgive my sins!"

With a final, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt, he roared, his body shuddering as he pumped his hot, thick release deep inside me, claiming me. We collapsed on the floor, a heap of sweat-slicked limbs and ragged breaths. His cum was already leaking out of me, onto the cold stone. For a long time, the only sound was our panting. Then, he slowly got to his knees. He looked down at me, at the mess we'd made, his expression not of regret, but of grim, dark satisfaction. He traced the cross on my sweaty back with his finger. "This changes nothing," he said, his voice once again the deep, commanding baritone of the priest. "And everything. You will be back. This is your confession now. And

The members of the pack who had congregated in the palace to see the drama observed in gloomy quiet, their faces displaying a feeling of justice being done in unison. The elder's sentencing was delivered by the Alpha, who had expressed his disapproval. The severity of the penalty was appropriate given the seriousness of his offenses. Five days of nonstop beatings were to be inflicted against the elder as a kind of punishment designed to exact revenge and discourage future offenders from considering similar offenses.

To prove to himself that he could get her into bed and make her change her mind about becoming a nun. “It’s good that you realized the precarious situation you were trying to put this soon-to-be sister in,” the priest said. “But, yes, you’ve still sinned. Your penance is to attend ten masses in a row and donate money to the convent this young lady wants to be a part of. Give thanks to the Lord for he is good.” “His mercy endures forever,” Julian said. It was traditional to say that when a priest gave instruction for penance and end the session by telling the sinner to give thanks to the Lord.

he continued, leaning closer until his lips almost touched mine, “that even nuns get punished when they’re naughty?” His hand slid to my waist, thumb tracing the edge of my belt, slow, deliberate. My breath stuttered. My thighs pressed together, slickness already soaking through cotton. “Father—” The word came out a whimper. “Dean,” he corrected, thumb pressing harder, just above where I ached most. “Say it.” “Dean…” It left my lips like a prayer and a sin all at once. His smile was slow, wicked. “Good girl. Now let’s talk about penance.” “Get on your knees, Dear lamb..”