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."

"Wendy, why isn't your card going through?" Wendy's face froze. "That's strange. This card isn't supposed to have a spending limit." She took the card back, her expression clearly flustered. "Give me a minute. I need to make a call." A few minutes later, Wendy came back, her face pale as a ghost. "I'm sorry. There have been too many transactions on the account lately, so the bank froze my card. It won't be unfrozen anytime soon."

He looked up at the priest, his chest heaving. Father Dominic tucked his softening cock back into his pants and zipped up. He looked down at Leo with a dark, possessive glare. "You did well, boy. But your penance is not over yet. That was just the beginning. Absolution requires total surrender of the body. Come to the rectory tonight at nine o'clock. Do not wear underwear. Do not be late." "Yes, Daddy," Leo whispered, still kneeling on the hard wood, his own cock throbbing wildly in his tight jeans, completely ignored and desperate for release.

Point is living. Surviving. Being present despite everything. That's resistance. That's honoring them. Not dying from guilt. Living with it. Carrying them. Being present with their screaming forever. That's harder. That's real penance. Dying is escape. Living is punishment." Silence. Heavy silence. Network processing. Considering wisdom. Struggling with truth. He was right. Dying was escape. Was relief from screaming. From guilt. From violation. Living was harder. Was carrying screaming forever. Was being present with guilt. Was surviving despite everything.

Even my lips felt raw from repeating desperate prayers over and over, begging for some kind of absolution. Yes, I was doing penance. Please, Lord, forgive me. It had been an hour since I’d woken up from that hot—no, sinful dream. Our Father, who art in heaven… please forgive me. I squeezed my eyes shut, chanting every prayer I knew, adding a few ad-libs for good measure. It was the dead of night, yet here I was, kneeling against a wall like some medieval flagellant, begging for mercy like a sinner in a confessional.

Aiden rubbed his face against hers, making Corinne wonder if, like tigers, wolves also had the urge to bathe their mate with their scent “I love you, my princess, but I won't forget that so easily.” “Having that idiot around isn’t a punishment.” Penelope snorted “It’s a martyrdom. And stop this nonsense of wanting to punish me. I've explained my reasons well enough for you to understand, I'm sure. So, put into practice the advice you gave me yesterday and try to focus only on the present and a little on the future.” She crossed her arms over her chest, but didn't let go when Aiden tried to kiss her cheek.

Finally taking the wheel. “That's all I can remember, Father.” I'm probably lying. I should apologize. He nods again. “Now, you need to sincerely ask pardon from the Lord.” “For my sins, and any sins I've forgotten, I ask pardon from God. Humbly and sincerely.” I bow my head again, ignoring the itch in my throat while he gives me advice. I pray for penance. Still on my knees, I continue with the prayers he tells me to pray next, I try to keep my thoughts holy. Near impossible, but, I gotta try. I don't wanna spend an eternity in the foul and torturous depths of hell with Pappa. “What next, Father?”

That man appeared to be walking-punishment. "For?" His features were still empty. I wondered what was going inside him. "For saving me from him," I replied, to which he smirked and pressed my hand tighter. "Let me remind you I don't accept appreciation verbally. I always have a purpose behind my actions, which I would like to make clear tonight," He rattled out instead of being pleased by my honour. His eyes turned dark and his demeanour changed all of a sudden. I gulped apprehensively, fighting with my mind that pictured all of my fear before my sight.