The priests were more direct. Xxx “The paddle doesn’t work.” He gasped when he felt my nipples hardening. “Maybe you need a lesson from the holy staff!”
“Oh god,” I moaned as he pounded me harder, his fingers squeezing both of my nipples, sending hot shocks down to my pussy. Finally, he waved his hand toward the door, not looking at me. Not by a long shot. But we were good Catholics, or we were supposed to be, and if you spared the rod, you’d spoil the child. So the nuns and the priests attempted to curb my voracious appetites for four years. SMACK! owwwww!”
His hands spread my legs wide, pressing my thighs open and my eyes widened in panic and a dawning horror. “This thing is useless with you!”
He threw the paddle and it clattered on the marble floor. He moved away from me then, leaving
