Penance Novels & Stories

Adam opened the door and looked back at me with an expression of wry irony. "Sister Sarah, you must continue your penance, or you might go to hell" "What about you, Father? Aren't you scared of hell?" "Having a tight cock with no way to relieve yourself and no one to help with it is hell enough, sister Sarah. So, I think I gave been in hell" ‘We’re both going to Hell, you know that, don’t you?’ I asked him very seriously, even though I couldn't help but laugh again. "But that why we have penance, sister Sarah. So we don't go to hell"

A man of God. “These are grave sins, Noah,” he said, his voice thick with a strange, dark emotion. “Sins of the flesh. The devil has a strong hold on you. A simple penance will not be enough. You need a more… severe form of correction.” “What… what do you mean, Father?” I asked, my heart pounding.

Confirming some form of punishment would take place, several Elders in attendance gave nods of agreement to their demands. The guards receiving a signal to return to their posts, they vacated the area around Chiri. Before the Judge announced sternly, “For this display of aggressions and holding the court in contempt, a further ten years shall be added your sentence.” He declared, as a glass like domed shield materialized. “As a penalty for your appalling actions within this courtroom, Capital Punishment shall be enacted at this time.” Elder Crouse finished coldly.

Still, Draco was on his knees in his stead, begging Silverbell, "Please, Lady Silverbell… give that scumbag a chance for my sake… I-I'll definitely straighten him out! This won't ever happen again, I promise!" Meanwhile, the other inmates in the cells on both ends of the hallway were gaping as the usually high-and-mighty warden went down on his knees. The inmates who were insulting and even fantasizing were especially ashen-faced. "Well, I can spare him…" Silverbell spoke, her earlier smile gone as her expression turned as cool as ice. "Sent him to the penance chamber to reflect on his mistakes." "What?!" Tigris gaped, petrified. Draco was stunned too, while F

Tastes her sins and decides she’s his! His to discipline, to sanctify, to break beautifully at his altar. Bound by desire and unholy devotion, Grace descends into his world of punishment and worship, where her body becomes his temple and her pain, his prayer. Every Sunday, she kneels for penance. Every sin is another reason to be used. But salvation has a cost. And Father Lucien doesn’t preach mercy. He preaches ruin. Father Lucien Moreau’s P.O.V. ⸻ “If God was watching, He didn’t stop me.”

"Are you going to tell me what else you bought?" "When the time is right. Perhaps when I'm actually demonstrating on you all this thing is capable of doing, Friday night." Another twinge. "What's this thing here?" I pointed to a small bar sitting up just off the floor. "It's a penitent bar. You can either be bent over the top or sit on it." It didn't have much width, so I imagined sitting on it for any length of time would be uncomfortable or even painful, especially after my bottom had been paddled or spanked.

"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 mumbled around him, gagging as he pushed deeper. “Good girl,” he groaned, guiding my head. “Deeper. This is communion. Swallow every drop as sacrament.” I choked, saliva dripping down my chin, but the rhythm of his thrusts matched the prayer. He edged me later on with his fingers while I was bent over the altar, spanking my bare bottom harder than before. Each strike landed with a crack. “Penance for your lingering doubts,” he said. “Recite: ‘I reject the world. Friends, college, all temptations mean nothing beside my god’s cock.’”

Chapter 19: Don't Blush Jasper “Here is another instrument to restrain a submissive, this is called a punishment bench but it can also be used for pleasure. There are specific spaces for the legs and the arms, everything can be articulated to asf the required position.” Baron explained.

A thick strand of arousal stretched from her hole to the wood and snapped, dripping down the inside of the screen. Father Elias made a low, guttural sound—almost a growl. “You are dripping like a whore in heat, Sister. Look at this filthy cunt… leaking all over the sacred booth where penitents come to be cleansed.” Maria’s face burned with humiliation and need. “I’m sorry, Father. I can’t stop. It aches so much.” “Of course it aches. You’ve denied it too long. But sin must be punished before it can be forgiven.”