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Sanctified Sex (m/f Erotica)by Rachel Chase
Warning: This 3100-word story includes a naughty teenager, a punitive pastor, spanking, oral sex, and rough clergy sex. All characters are 18 or older. Adults only! (Formerly published as Spanking
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Samantha has a big problem: her sexy young pastor has caught her masturbating in the sanctuary. Will his hands-on lessons about repentance have her on her knees?
Warning: This 3100-word story includes a naughty teenager, a punitive pastor, spanking, oral sex, and rough clergy sex. All characters are 18 or older. Adults only! (Formerly published as Spanking Samantha.)
Excerpt: Samantha ran a cloth across the pew she was supposed to be polishing. It wasn’t fair, she thought, that all her friends had gone on the youth group trip, and she was stuck here dusting the furniture. Just because she’d stayed out late was no reason to be so hard on her. She was a senior in high school, but her parents still treated her like a baby.
She looked around to see if she could spot Reverend Harding. No sign of him; he was probably in his study working on tomorrow’s sermon. The youth coordinator was off supervising the trip, and it was Saturday, so no one else was around but the two of them.
Being near the sexy, still-single Reverend was the only benefit of her current predicament. She’d had a crush on him all year, ever since her family moved to town. Just thinking about him now made her pussy hot, and she ached to touch herself. If she were home it would be easy, but here . . .
Samantha looked around again, then slung her leg over the pew, keeping her other foot on the ground. She pressed her clit against the wooden top of the pew, wriggling, then moving her hips to grind herself against the hard surface. A groan escaped her lips as she imagined the Reverend’s cock plunging inside her.
She gasped, slipped, and fell off the pew, landing on her butt on the floor. Before she could scramble to her feet, Reverend Harding appeared at the end of the row.
“What were you doing?” he demanded. When she started to get up, he pointed a finger at her. “Stay where you are.”
Samantha stared at him. He was always sexy, but his stern demeanor now was so hot it made her pussy wet. She wished she could find a way to touch herself. She crossed her legs at the ankles, leaning back on her hands, and squeezed her thighs together.
“Answer me, young lady.”
She shivered at the command in his voice. “N-nothing, sir.”
“Are you lying to me?”
His expression hadn’t softened at all, and Sam began to wonder if she was really in trouble. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I thought.” He shook his head. “Give me one good reason that I shouldn’t call your parents right now.”
“Oh, please, Reverend!” If her parents found out about this, she’d be grounded the rest of senior year. “Please don’t tell them. I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”
He folded his arms and glared down at her. “Samantha, you’re here today because you refuse to follow your parents’ rules. You ignore your curfew, you text with your friends when you should be studying, and you seem to have little respect for authority.”
Despite her worry, Sam’s nipples hardened. He was just so damn sexy, she couldn’t help it, even when he was mad at her. It only made her want him even more. “Please, sir, give me another chance. I can do better, I know I can.”
“Today was supposed to be your chance to do better. You were meant to take this time to reflect on your behavior, and the consequences of carelessness and disobedience.” The Reverend took a step forward, into the row. “Instead you lie to me about . . .” he gestured to the pew. “I’ll ask you once more; what were you doing?”
Despite herself, Samantha’s face flushed. “I was . . .” He said nothing, just waited. She dropped her eyes. “I was masturbating, sir.” Her cheeks flamed red at the admission.
“On a pew.”
She couldn’t look at him. “Yes, sir.”
“How do you think God feels about a girl who masturbates on a pew, Samantha?”
She swallowed. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“How often do you masturbate?”
Her head jerked up. “Reverend?”
“You heard me.”
He was still looking down at her, his expression cold, but she saw something else in his eyes. “I—a lot, sir.”
“Be more specific.”
She squirmed. “Every day. Sometimes more than once a day.”
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