Father Dan’s sexual exploitations of young girls (Chapter 1) Religious Power misused
Posted Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:30 PM
This is purely a fiction and imaginative story and written due to thefact that this type of exploitations do happens and would advice all of you tobe careful and not to be carried away by your religious thoughts.
Kristina is punished
It was a small town with a low population mostly in farming. The economyis booming, with bountiful harvests. Even in good times farm life is stillhard. The farmers in this region have a deep religious background and thispermeates from the job into the family life and upbringing of the children. Thechurch has an enormous hold over the lives of the people.
Father Dan, the local Catholic priest had only been in this part of the country for about a month. He was just starting to get use to the rural life, his other parishes being in very large cities. But his new parish was nolonger in a big city, no longer a large church, they had moved him to a smalltown hoping that he would have less chance to re-engage his past problems.
The church had about 100 members including all of the young members. It wasover 150 miles to the nearest good size city. In this town, Saturday night wasthe movies and then home. Sunday was set aside for church and family. Father Danwas welcomed graciously by the town folk, them being without a parish priestfor over six months since their last one passed away of old age. To the town,Father Dan was their saviour, a fairly handsome man in his mid forties,intelligent, personable with the entire town folk, especially the woman and awise, religious man.
The first thing Father Dan did was to begin giving private religioustraining after school and on the weekend for some of the children. Some of theparents had spoken to him about their rebellious children, especially some ofthe girls. The parents had been brought up strictly and continued to raisetheir children in the same tradition. Many had been punished using belts andsevere spankings and thought nothing of continuing that in raising theirchildren. Some had even given Father Dan permission to punish their children ifthey misbehaved.
Kristina was the eighteen year the oldest daughter of Stan and Mary. Shehad a younger sister, Becky and an older brother, Mark, who had alreadygraduated from high school and was helping his father work the farm. Becky wasthe level-headed girl in the family, with Kristina seemingly always gettinginto trouble. She followed her heart more then her head and that usually thatgot her into trouble.
Kristina a very pretty girl, 5 feet, 7 inches tall, a bouncy pony tailalways in her light brown hair. Her breasts were 34-C’s, creamy white fleshaccented by dark brown areola’s about the size of half dollars and her nipples,a deep red, grew to a inch long when hard and erect. She had shapely legs dueto the exercise she got in helping her family on the farm doing chores. Her asswas firm and pert. She was still a virgin. Almost everyone in this small townwas a virgin until they married, or at least were engaged. No one could sufferthrough a scandal in a small town if caught engaging in pre-marital sex,especially good Catholics.
Kristina was sitting on the big desk not able to answer to the test Father Dan had prepared for her and now it was time for her punishment, her legs were spread wide; herskirt had ridden up her thighs, way above her knees. Her thighs ached, her legswanting to close but Father Dan had placed a cross in a small hole on the edgeof the desk. He made Kristina place her legs outside the cross. She was orderednot to touch the cross with any part of her body. If she did, God and Father Danwould punish her.
“Please Father Dan, it hurts,” Kristina cried.
“Now, now, Kristina. The Lord requires you to suffer for him.” Hestepped in front of her, gazing down at her half naked legs. His cock bulgedout the front of his pants, but Kristina was too interested in her own problemsto gaze at him. His hands reached down and rested on her knees. He could feelher body trembling, her muscles pulling to keep her legs spread so wide.“Fifteen more minutes. You must be punished for not remembering your lessons.”He let his fingers slowly move over her knees, stroking the young flesh. Shedid not protest his seemingly innocent touching.
Her parents had already admonished her when she had tried to protestthat Father Dan was being inappropriate with her. Her Mother had slapped herface, telling her that she was imagining it and was just a young girl foolish thought.A priest does not have impure thoughts. Kristina was told to do everything thatFather Dan wished. He would teach her the ways of the church. They had evengiven him permission to punish her in whatever manner he saw fit. That was theend of the conversation forever.
Father Dan saw no resistance on Kristina’s part so he increased his fondlingof her young flesh. “I can feel your muscles straining. I know it is painful.You must not touch the crosses or you will have to suffer further punishment.Here let me help you.” His hands slid down to the inside of her knees and beganto apply pressure. “Now don’t touch the crosses, but let your legs part open,yes, such a good girl,” watching as her legs began to bow open. His hands movedup her inner thighs, feeling the taut flesh, the muscles straining from theobscene position her had placed her in. He had done this many times before,using the crosses to force young girls into spread positions, their young,nubile bodies open for his fondling. He had many more position that he wouldplace Kristina in, each time using the crosses to keep her open and available.
Kristina’s thighs ached, her muscles trembling in pain. It had been overforty five minutes, the clock in front of her slowly ticking off the time.Father Dan had placed her on the desk, making her slide back. She was leaningback, her arms outstretched behind her keeping her upright. He had her open herlegs, first her right one, opening it all the way until it hung over the sideedge of the desk.
“Very good Kristina, now I’m going to place a cross in the hole in thedesk. I want your leg on the outside of it. Don’t touch it with your leg. Ifyou touch the blessed cross I will have to punish you severely.”
He had to help her with her left leg, his large hand grasping her slimankle, slowly spreading it over to the other side of the desk. It immediatelybegan to hurt. No matter how young her body was, it was just not that limber.“Please Father Dan, that hurts,” she begged him, but he continued to pull heropen, feeling like she was being split up the middle. She did not even noticeher skirt rising up high on her thighs.
When her left leg hung over the side of the desk, he got out anothershiny cross, placing it in a hole in the desk. She had not noticed the holes.Her thighs ached; her groin felt like it was splitting up the middle as shewatched the clock slowly count out the seconds.
Father Dan watched her strain, her face grimacing in pain as the minutespassed. The position she was in forced her young breasts up, straining thebuttons on the school blouse she was wearing. He could see some naked fleshbetween them. Soon he would have her stripped to the waist, her breastsavailable for him to fondle but also to punish.
He was now enjoying the feeling of her young flesh beneath hisfingertips as he caressed her naked, inner thighs. He stood between heroutstretched legs, his arms under her skirt, his fingers clenching andunclenching on her tender flesh. ‘Almost finished Kristina, just ten moreminutes,” his hands moving up higher, her skirt slowly rising. He caught thefirst glimpse of a pair of white cotton panties. His hands moved to the top ofher legs, sliding up and down from her knee up until it reached under herskirt.
Kristina was to busy trying to survive the next ten minutes to worryabout his fondling hands of her naked legs, her lips clenched tightly,straining to keep the obscene spread of her legs. Father Dan’s hands actuallyalmost felt good as the rubbed her tired muscles. She looked down, her faceflushed as she realized how high her skirt had ridden up. He had his hands highup under her skirt, feeling the rough, calloused hands rubbing over her tenderinner thighs. He was running his fingers close to the spread of her legs,feeling the fingers begin to pinch her tender flesh. “OOOW, that hurts Father Dan,OOOOW,” his fingers feeling like he was bruising her thighs. She let her legsspread wider, the pain in her groin increasing.
“Good girl Kristina,” pleased that she spread her legs wider, thinkingthat she was allowing him even greater access beneath her skirt. He pushed herskirt up high onto her stomach, her white panties now completely exposed to hisglaring eyes. His hands grabbed her legs on each side of her exposed groin, hisfingers resting tightly against her pussy lips, pushing down onto the virginflesh.
“Father Dan, it’s time, I’ve finished the hour, please let me up.”
Father Dan looked at the clock, she was correct, the hour was up. Hemoved out from beneath her legs, pulling the crosses from the corner of thedesk.
Kristina closed her legs as soon as she saw the crosses removed, sittingup quickly.
“Kristina, pull down your skirt!” Father Dan admonished her. “This is achurch!”
Kristina looked down, realizing that her skirt was not even covering herpanties, pulling it down quickly, her eyes staring at the floor, not wanting toeven look into his eyes.
“You may go now, Kristina. I will see you tomorrow at the same time. Nowthis time, make sure you learn your lessons.” He watched her as she ran out ofthe room.
Kristina walked into the house, hearing her mother on the phone. Shewalked into the living room, her mother sitting down talking on the phone.
“Yes Father Dan. Thank you very much. She did? I can’t thank you enough.If she misbehaves again, you have our permission to deal out whateverpunishment you think is appropriate. Thank you, Father Dan, see you in mass onSunday.”
“Father Dan says you were bad and had to be punished.”
“Yes, Mother, but let me explain.”
“Nothing to explain. Father Dantold me how well you took your punishment. He was very proud of you. Says youare doing very well, except for a few cases of your misbehaviour. But he saysthat he has devised some very clever punishments to make sure that your behavioursdo not repeat themselves. As I told him, he has our permission to do whateverhe feels is necessary. We have complete confidence in Father Dan to do what isright. Now go upstairs and change your clothes, I need some help with dinner.Hurry now, the men will be inside soon and they will be hungry. You know howyour father doesn’t like to wait for his dinner.”
To be continued all comments and suggestions will be appreciated......
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if i read right the girl in this story is 18 so loosen up and get facts straight
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