Penance Novels & Stories

“Isn’t that enough?” “It is enough.” “Then I am sorry for these and all my sins.” He was silent again, longer this time, long enough that she started to wonder if he had left the booth without her noticing. Then he spoke, and it was the same calm tone he used for every other person who knelt on this side of the wood. “For your penance, say three Hail Marys. And when the thoughts come again, you will not act on them. You will pray instead. Do you understand?”

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

Is it possible that my perfect saint, the one beautiful, untainted thing in my life, is a hopeless, disgusting sinner like the rest of them? My eyes fall on the circular bruises on her thigh. I gently trace the outlines, unable to stop myself. She flinches and tries to pull away, pushing her legs tightly together. “You still haven’t told me who did this to you.” “I do it to myself.” She spits it out like she’s daring me to say something. “It’s penance.” “For what?” “My sins.” “What sins have you committed, Sister Francis?” I let her go and rise, towering over her.

Gabriel opened the door and looked back at me with an expression of wry irony. "Sister Jasmine, 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 Jasmine. 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 Jasmine. So we don't go to hell"

Next day immediately after mass, I ran to the underground chapel which was dimly lit by dozens of candles. Father Ren stood waiting in the center, tall and commanding in his black cassock. Sister Marg and Sister Veronica flanked him, wearing only thin white shifts that did nothing to hide their hardened nipples or the curves of their bodies. “Lock the door behind you, Tanya,” Father Ren said, his voice low and firm. I did as I was told, then walked forward on shaky legs. “Tonight we go deeper into your penance,” he continued. “Your lust runs too deep for simple absolution. Kneel on the altar.”

The words arrived with the sound of something reclaimed, pulled back into the right register by an act of will. "I tried," I said. "I left." "You came back." "Yes." "Why?" "Because it didn't change anything," I said. "Say an Act of Contrition." He answered quickly, I was slightly thrown by the speed of it. "I—" "Now, Elena." I obeyed, and the prayer came out uneven and interrupted and not particularly sincere, because my thoughts were still on the other side of the screen and had no intention of relocating. When I finished, he gave me my penance in the measured tones of someone reading from a script he had forced himself back to. Distance yourself from what pr

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he asked, his voice strained, like he was holding back. "No, Father," I whimpered, looking back at him over my shoulder. "I need more, punish me with your cock, cleanse me inside." His eyes darkened further, and he unbuttoned his cassock, freeing his hard cock. It bobbed out, thick and ready, he grabbed my hips, lining up with my pussy. “Then take your penance," he said, thrusting in deep with one shove. I screamed, the sudden fill stretching me, his cock hitting deep. He started pounding immediately, hard and relentless, his hips slapping my sore ass.

Rumor had it that it was secluded because it was the place where priests chose to seduce parishioners. The confessional was closed, having only one door for the priest to enter. It was a kind of old wooden box. The side windows were covered with screens, so the priest could see the parishioner, but the parishioner could not see the priest. There was a step outside, so the penitent could kneel while confessing.

The chapel fell tomb-silent with the oppressive stillness that came before a storm when humidity thickened the air until breathing became laborious. Thomas finally spoke. "Leonard, what consequences do you propose?" Done with explanations, Leonard answered directly, "Harvey, Beau, and Ethel will undertake a penitential pilgrimage to Atkina Church—kneeling on every third step of the Sacred Way to pray for Xavier's wellbeing." Ethel gasped. "You're making us do the Penitent's Ascent?" The Penitent's Ascent required pilgrims to kneel and cross themselves at every third stone step along the winding mountain path.