Novel & Cerita Penance

"He that blasphemeth the name of the LORD shall be put to death and stoned. Remember that when you feel the pain of my hand, Olivia." Brack startled me by gathering me close and placing his head against mine so we both listened. "Where's my father?" I demanded. "That's better. I have instructions for you, Olivia. You will follow them to the letter. Please bring that man with you. The one you've been with lately." His voice took on an eerie quality. "If a man commits adultery with another man's wife, both the man and the woman must be put to death." He breathed heavily and then gave a sadistic laugh. "You may choose your father or lover to pay for your sins. One shall die and the other walks

I crushed her with a kiss. "I'll wait that Roden." .. The Unchaste Punishment

Penance was for if there was a possibility for redemption. No. For him, there was none. No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No

"I-I have the ring, Haven. We could start over. Do it right. You'll be more sexually vulnerable with me and I'll be faithful and communicate better." I shook my head. "You're delusional. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I'm done." "Please, Haven, give me another chance. Please forgive me." "I am not God, Gabriel. You can't just repent and then expect me to forgive you. It doesn't work like that." I said firmly. "Well aren't we supposed to try to be more like him?" He asked. "Yeah. And you should probably work on that," I said scathingly.

* She texted and that's what I'm doing right now. I'm on the flight. Flying back to Washington when I actually should right now say the yes word to my beloved. I can feel the pain she has right now finding out that the broom ran away from the altar. But I hope someday they understand. I try to get rid of this mind for now. It's hard and I'm struggling.

"Yes, Father." My thighs clenched again. I was dripping. It was humiliating how fast I crumbled. He took his time responding. Like he knew what he was doing. Like he needed me to beg. My voice came out raw. "Of course... after confession, there should be penance, right?" I was trembling. But I leaned in anyway, voice barely above a whisper. "Father..." I swallowed. "I want your cock as my penance." A pause. I could hear him breathe. Rough. Controlled. Dangerous.

"Good girl. Now go. Your penitents await." *** The confession booth was a traditional three-part structure...a central booth where the priest (or in this case, nun) sat, with two smaller booths on either side for penitents. Screens separated the booths, allowing voices to carry but faces to remain obscured. Veronica entered the central booth and settled onto the small bench. The space was cramped, maybe four feet by four feet...with the bench, a small shelf with a Bible and prayer book, and shadows in the corners. Father Marcus slipped in behind her seconds later.

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 did not answer his mother and tell her what he had been through over the years. However, his mother bent her knees and kneeled. "I'm sorry. I have wronged you. From today on, I will start a hunger strike. I will starve myself to death. From today on, I will curse myself to fall straight into the deepest ends of hell after I die. Let me endure all the sufferings in hell. Let me stay in hell forever." The old lady was not saying that out of anger. It was more like a kind of guilt and repentance. However, what she said made Vireo feel pain as if his heart had been sliced by a knife.

I clutched my chest, gasping for breath as tears blurred my vision. My fists clenched so tightly my nails dug deep into my palms, using the pain to keep myself upright. “Wandi spent a year overseas, recuperating, before she was willing to forgive Neve. In a couple of days, I’ll stage a medical ‘miracle’, stand up again, and let her resume being the Donna. This year is a penance for her willfulness.” Each word of his was uttered coolly, piercing deeper into my heart. “But… it has been a year. Will she buy it?” someone asked hesitantly.