Penance Novels & Stories

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.

She had a plan to say goodbye to this world. This time, the baby suddenly came due to her own mistake. Although she is a bit sad, this child doesn’t have many blessings. Daisy gets worried that this child’s whole life will be filled with difficulties, sadness… But Daisy is a Buddhist, she believes deeply in cause and effect. Daisy is never going to remove the baby. The parents and children meet each other in this life because of the previous relationship.

The red sanctuary lamp glowed like fresh blood above the tabernacle. When I reached the altar steps, he finally opened his mouth. “Kneel, peccatrice. Your penance begins.” I dropped to my knees on the cold marble. The skirt rode up instantly, baring my already-wet pussy to the entire church. He circled me slowly, cassock brushing the floor, then stopped behind me and flipped the skirt higher. “No panties,” he murmured, approval thick in his voice. “Good girl.” His palm cracked across my bare ass (once, twice, ten times) until I was sobbing and dripping onto the sanctuary floor.

“I’m not going to die? I wasn’t brought here to die?” “That all depends. A death sentence is not off the table, but you have a chance to remove it.” “How?” I asked, feeling the first spark of hope since the federal agents stormed through my office doors. Still holding my hair, Knox led me to the stairs. “By paying your penance. You will gain your freedom by earning credits. Oz has sentenced you to one hundred credits owed. Once you pay those credits, you are free. Failure to earn them, or failure to earn them at a speed that Oz—and I, as your assigned Monster of Mercy—feel is appropriate will end in death. So, the choice really is up to you. Just as the choice

“Do not beg me, sinner, beg the Lord your God for forgiveness.” How am I supposed to pray when I'm uncomfortable in my own skin? “Please, I'm sorry” I hear the sound of it before his fist connects with my face. And then, almost simultaneously, his hand caresses my cheek. “This is penance, my sinner, I am merely serving my purpose” His voice does nothing to relieve me. This is wrong. I don’t want this, but why can't I move? Why can't I tell him to stop? Pray that you will be good….

But right now, I can't read a thing on his face. I contemplated whether I should let him in or not for a while but eventually gives in. I break the silence. "Come in." He followed me inside but he didn't say a word and we both stare at each other. It was starting to get awkward so I speak again. "Why are you here?" "About yesterday, I apologise for my mom's behaviour." "Is that why you are here?" "I know what she did was wrong so here I am, apologizing on her behalf."

“ Anyways, your clan has been sneaking out of territory lines, “ she says getting back on track and crossing her arms. “ And? “ I respond tilting my head. She scoffs. “It’s not a big deal, “ I try to convince, but there was no way I was getting out of this unscathed. “ It really is, “ she pauses, “ You vampires think that you’ll never get punished for anything, but you will, “ she says sticking her finger at my chest. I easily push her away. She throws me another one of her disgusted gazes. “ Sorry, “ I reluctantly apologize, “ I’ll talk to my clan about it, “