"Sister Suri is pulling me in with her docile nature. It calls to me, begging me to shape her, to mold her into the perfect submissive. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering earlier today. I was thinking about all that I would do to her if she were mine, and I couldn't fight the urge to touch myself."
Smack.
"I pictured her here, secured to this cross. Her ample, round ass, red from my hand."
Smack.
Damn it; I need more than what he's giving me.
"What else, Father Ryan?"
"I didn't get to think about much of anything else. It seems the little mouse has a bad curiosity habit--she caught me.
SMACK.
It was one single blow, but Father gave me precisely what I needed. The flogger landed with a hard, calculated sting over the crack of my ass. The tresses flew between my open legs, swatting my balls, then curling upward from the impact, biting at my dick. The fire that licked across my skin a moment ago is back, burning hotter than ever.
My dick is painfully hard, and I think about how glorious it would feel wrapped in the warmth of Sister Suri's sweet mouth. I cry out in painful pleasure as Father's flogger strikes me two more times, equally as hard, once on each cheek of my ass.
My balls tighten up painfully as I wonder if the Monsignor is going to continue raining the flogger over me. As I silently plead for him to do it.
"That was for your stupidity."
"Yes, Father, thank you."
Smack.
Again with the gentle, barely-there touches from the flogger. I know where he's headed, and I am not going to like it. But penance shouldn't be fun. I shouldn't enjoy it as much as I just did.
"I don't believe that you are feeling the way you are because you're going to lose your control again."
Smack.
A little harder this time.
"I believe you feel this way because you're embracing the control."
"Forgive me, Father, I'm not sure what you--"
SMACK.
Another blow to the center of my ass, sending the tresses straight for my dick. Had the buzz from a moment ago not subsided slightly, I would have blown my load all over the wall in front of me.
"Let me finish. You're Dominant above all else. As much as you want to push it down and forget about it, you will never be able to do so. It's in your nature; your true calling."
Smack.
"Claire was never right for you. What happened to you three years ago is proof of that."
Smack.
"If your body is pulling you toward this, you need to embrace it. Frankly, I think it will be good for the girl as well. She makes a horrible nun. The two of you are meant for one another."
I have a hard time keeping the deep chuckle escaping.
"You think that's funny?" Monsignor asks.
"No," I clear my throat, stopping the laughter, "No, Father."