Bride of Christ

Bride of Christ

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Monicka is a child of Christ, sworn to pray each day and night to her mighty Lord...But a woman has their sinful urges. ? ?

Summary

Monicka is a child of Christ, sworn to pray each day and night to her mighty Lord...But a woman has their sinful urges. ? ?

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Submitted: June 24, 2012

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Monicka first found her lustful needs when she earned her first whipping for missing an afternoon service. She didn't want to enjoy it, knew that it was a sin...But that just added to the pleasure. After that, she frequently gained punishment for a secret seduction.

"Sister Monicka! You have been a very misbehaved daughter of the Lord! Have we not taught you well of Obedience and punctuality?" Brother Simon scorned her as he dragged her by her headpiece into one of the monastery's bed chambers. She didn't struggle because she knew that was a sin...Or so she was told. The Brother was accompanied by a few of the elder Monks who drifted behind him, all with a disgusted look on their old faces as they flooded the room. Forced forward as to press her face to a bedside cabinet, Monicka felt the fabric of her robe slide gently up the back of her legs, then the top of her thighs. It was hastily pulled up over her rump to rest in a rippled pile on the bottom of her back. It grew silent as Brother Simon tugged at her intimates, revealing a firm, smooth buttocks. Monicka felt ashamed, closed her eyes tight as she felt him press the whip's cold, leather tail against her warm flesh. She could hear the old dog's breathing heavy, felt their secretly aroused eyes burn away her innocence.

The whip lifted, she could hear Simon stepping back a few feet.

"Don't you move, Sister. Or another few strikes will be in it for you..." The Brother gave a hidden grin of empowerment, keeping it sly so the Monks would not see his arousal.

A swift sound broke the air as the whip's first lash licked at Monicka's pale skin, soon making it quite red after a few more flay worthy strikes. She bit her lip to keep in a sultry moan...She was beginning to find pleasure in it, pushing her now raw behind slightly into the air. The Monk's were salivating, slightly growing hot and bothered beneath their robes. Monicka felt a rush of plasure about to show itself from between her legs but couldn't allow it, knowing it was wrong and sinful.Brother Simon gave a final lashing before letting the whip slip from his grasp, himself panting as he strode over to Monicka's side. To his surprise, she was smiling broadly, fingertips being playfully teased with by her lips. He didn't say a word, simply pulled her up to break her blissful state; he didn't want the Elder's to know she found enjoyment in it...As did he. As her robe slowly unfurled to drape to the ground, The Monk's sneered at her, leaving the room in a mumbling mass.

Brother Simon was about to follow but was reeled back by the tug of a shaking hand on his arm. It was Monicka, of course, her luxuriously curvy form soon pressing itself to his as she firmly pressed full lips to the man's neck. His arms instinctively wrapped themselves about her, large hands wandered over her back to squeeze her sore bottom. She groaned softly, pulled gently at the back of his golden blonde hair. He grinned, releasing her rump to give it a kind rub and a spank. Her hands drifted to his front, slowly lowering to give a delicate touch to his groin. He sighed, looked up with a smirk.

"You know we can't...They'll find out. Now about your whipping...Tomorrow?"

"Of course...I'll curse Sister Faith...That will get their attention. Maybe even 100 lashes this time..." Monicka licked her lips seductively, causing Simon to chuckle and grab her hips to throw her carefully onto one of the beds. Footsteps echoed down the corridor outside the room. Brother Simon hastily grabbed the whip and rushed out to hide their forbidden affair. Monicka just grinned, still full of heated bliss. She knew that she was going to hell for all of it...But perhaps the torture there would give her satisfaction.


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