Penance Novels & Stories

Always waited just long enough that the quiet pressed against my ribs. “I see,” he said finally. “For your penance, three Our Fathers and five Hail Marys. And make an act of contrition.” I recited the words automatically. Voice soft. Eyes on the lattice. I could see the faint outline of his shoulder. The white square of his collar. Nothing more. When I finished he spoke again. “You seem troubled still. Is there something you hold back?” I shook my head even though he could not see it. “No. I’m not a big sinner, Father. Not like some.”

I'll make her die without knowing how. My father looked at me disapprovingly. "You see, Penelope, you're acting impulsively again! Don't make a sound to attract the jailer!" "All right, dad, but I feel really bad!" I propped my head against the iron gate in frustration. "Listen, it's not that bad..." my father whispered, "Charles's punishment for you now is to repent here, and after a while, if you repent seriously, they'll let you out. You know what I mean?"

she pointed out. “He doesn’t want me to get worked up.” “The soft, loving looks and touches,” she countered with more force. I blinked back a few tears. “I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know if I can put myself out there, give myself to him again. How do I trust him with my heart?” “Time. He’s offered himself to you on a silver platter as penance.” Tears slipped down my cheek. “I don’t want it as penance!”

For a long moment, there was only the sound of my ragged breathing and his silent, tense presence. Slowly, I withdrew my hand, bringing my fingers to my lips. I licked them clean, slowly, audibly. “My penance, Father?” I asked, my voice husky and spent. A long, tense pause. When he spoke, his voice was raw, stripped of its clerical calm, down to the naked man beneath. “Return,” he said, the word thick. “Return tomorrow. Same time.” It wasn’t forgiveness. It was an assignment. A slow smile spread across my lips. “Yes, Father.”

But when the confessional door clicked shut on the penitent’s side that Thursday night, he stayed right where he was. “Bless me, daddy- Father,” Sophia said, her voice already thick with heat. “I’ve sinned again.” Elias gripped the edge of the bench. “Go on.” “I tried to do the penance you gave me. I really did. But every time I started the Hail Marys, my mind went straight to you. I kept picturing your face, or your hands, or your voice telling me how dirty I am.” She shifted closer to the lattice. Elias could smell her again,that warm skin mixed with the sharp scent of a wet pussy.

“The last update I have is that they were still scrambling to meet the penalty.” Cornelius waved his hand dismissively. “Then it’s simple. They owe payment, confiscate property equal to the penalty.” Bernard nodded quickly, began writing but paused as he raised his head with a hesitant expression, “What if they don’t have property equal to penalty?” “Then throw them in prison. Let them rot for the rest of their lives.” Corenlius spoke in a lazy tone; he wasn’t interested. What they have done would eventually land them there…. Whether they pay the penalty and then go to prison debt free… or pay with everything they have and then go still owing… it really didn’t make a difference.

He asked me and I paused, I wasn’t ready to let go of her nor was I ready to let any man near her. “Yes father” i just lied, i just fucking lied during confession” “Very good then, God is always ready to forgive sinners like us and he won’t hold our sin against us. You have to recite the art of contrition twenty times and kneel before the lord statue for half an hour. The almighty will see your pure heart and forgive you your sins” “Thank you father” My penance didn’t take much time and in no time I was on my way to the airport again. I would be in time to conduct confession for the church, well not like I was looking forward to it by the way.

I was so hard that I could barely restrain myself from thrusting into her, hard and fast, and thrusting until she was screaming my name in pleasure. I looked up, she was sweaty, wet, and ready, when I took my member in my hand and gently rubbed the tip of her entrance, gently penetrating her, to make a way for myself, because I knew what she had gone through, and in what way, not wanting to is to hurt.

She bit her lip shyly, glancing at him through her lashes. He noticed the blush, finding it endearing—the way her shyness colored her reactions without overwhelming them. "Good. Now, for kinks and activities. We'll keep it light for the trial, tailored to your comfort. Things like light bondage and perhaps soft cuffs or ropes, nothing extreme. Impact play, such as spanking with my hand or a paddle, but only if it helps with release, not punishment. What are you comfortable with? Any hard limits?"