Sorry about last week. Things were nuts here. But hey, you get an extra long one this week since I had to cram two weeks together! Last time, Chelsea narrowly avoided running into Mark (but did see him kiss one of her friends) and went to the sex shop with her fiancé.
~Richard
“Excited to see me in this?” Chelsea asked while they walked back to the car.
“I am,” Arnold said, blushing. “Is that weird?”
“Not at all. I’ve worn way worse than that. In public, even!” I should’ve changed at the store and driven home in it.
“What’s the worst thing you’ve worn?” he asked as they got in and she started driving.
“Worst?” she laughed. “I had this stupid ‘village bicycle’ costume in college. It was like, these cardboard wheels that I drew on with Sharpie and a black bodysuit. Not like, sexy fishnet body suit, one of those ones you wear when you’re painting. It was stupid.”
“You… what… just… why?”
Chelsea laughed again. “I don’t fucking know. I think I just wanted to be as slutty as possible in the cheapest and laziest way possible. I was going to some stupid party with a guy I was fucking, but not really into, and he wanted to show all his friends what a slut he was dating. Because somehow, that was an accomplishment to him. We were at his house, and it’s not like we had any money or anything, so I just grabbed random shit half an hour before the party. I don’t know. I was young, I was dumb, I was upset because the guy I’d been dating had ghosted me. It was a weird semester.”
Arnold leaned back in his seat and started laughing too. “Is this why you don’t talk about your wild college phase very much? Bonnie blabbed about it once or twice, but she made you sound like this crazy porn sorceress or something.”
“What’d she tell you?”
“Not a lot of specifics. I think she was worried she’d traumatize me. She was teasing me about how I must have a giant dick or something to get you to settle down.”
“You do have a nice dick. As a porn sorceress, I would know. You can’t summon a good incubus if you don’t know how to examine a penis.”
This is nice. I should talk to him about kink and stuff more. He’d probably do some of it.
“So why did you stop? Being a porn sorceress, I mean?”
Chelsea drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she pulled onto her street, taking a deep breath. Or he could ask the hardest question right off the bat.
“I was never really the sorceress, if I’m being honest. I was the familiar or something. I don’t know, I’m dragging this metaphor out. The guy I was dating, Mark, ghosted me, like I said. He was the one who really got me into a lot of that stuff. I dated some guys who were kind of crappy at it afterwards. Douchebags, mostly. Decided it wasn’t worth it. Dating is hard enough without having to decide if you trust a guy with a taser, or to handcuff you and let you go, or not to leak your nudes onto weird websites.”
“You could trust me with that stuff. If you wanted. Maybe not the taser, I’d probably zap your nipple by accident.”
Chelsea shivered a little and parked the car. Mmmm, that’d be a good accident.
“We are doing some of that stuff. We got the costume, right? And the ring. I bet most of your friends have never even had a cock ring on, let alone bought one.”
“What do we do now? Just go upstairs and put them on?”
“Well, what kind of a naughty nun am I? Am I like your teacher and punishing you? Are you a priest that I’m confessing my sins too?”
“You like being submissive, and thinking about fucking my teachers is creepy. The youngest one was over sixty. I think the second one.”
“Then I go upstairs and change. And you just hang out until I call you. Have some water. Hydration is important. Get the ring out of the box and I’ll put it on you once we need it.”
She leaned over and kissed him, then dashed out of the car and up the stairs.
Okay. You can do this. You’ve been all kinds of things. Sexy nun is easy. This is his first scene, so don’t do anything too weird.
She quickly stripped down and unpacked the outfit. Stockings with crosses, check. Lacy white bodysuit that was mostly see through except on her nipples, check. Cheap thong, check. She’d replace that if they started doing it more often. Elbow length white gloves, check. Veil, sure, why not. She flipped it over in front of her face, the dark fabric sheer enough to barely see through. Should she put on some heels? Probably not. Arnold wouldn’t care.
“All ready, sweetie?” she called down.
“I am. Have you been bad?”
She reached down and rummaged around in the toy bag, pulling out a small leather paddle.
“So bad. I’ve got a secret that I’ve been keeping, come on up and see it.”
She sat down on the bed, legs crossed, and lightly tapped the paddle in her palm.
“Another toy from your bag?” he asked, eyes following it.
“Mmmhmm. I don’t think it’s very appropriate for a bride of the church to have a naughty toy like this. But maybe you should test it to make sure, Father.”
She held it out to him. He grinned and took it, slapping it against his palm. A little too hard, judging by the wince he made.
“I see. You have been very bad. I suppose some sort of punishment is in order.”
“Yes, you wouldn’t want me to surrender to temptation, would you?”
“Bend over the bed and show me your bottom. I want to see how this instrument of sin works.”
Chelsea giggled and rolled over, the thong leaving her ass cheeks on full display.
“Lustfulness. That’s three Hail Marys and two Our Fathers.” He gave her a light hit on the right cheek.
Chelsea wiggled her ass and gave a little hum. He hit her again, harder.
“Did you hear me, harlot! I said two Hail Marys and three Our Fathers!”
The only prayers I know are ‘Now I Lay Me…’, maybe The Lord’s Prayer, and from Boondock Saints…
“Umm, I’m sorry, Father. I don’t know the Hail Mary.”
He hit her again and she moaned.
“Is your head so full of lust that it’s forced out your vows?”
“I don’t know Father. Maybe if you spank me some more it’ll jog my memory.”
Arnold slapped her left cheek. “Hail Mary, full of grace.”
“Hail Mary, full of grace.”
Right side, “The Lord is with thee.”
“The Lord is with thee.”
Left, “Blessed art thou amongst women.
“Blessed art though amongst women.”
Right, “And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”
“And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Are you going to breed me, Father?’
Both sides in rapid succession. “I’ll make you say it again.”
“No, Father; sorry, Father.”
Both sides in one swat “Holy Mary, Mother of God,”
“Fuck! Holy Mary, Mother of God.”
Twice on the right, “Pray for us sinners.”
“Ooooh, Pray for us sinners.”
Twice on the left, “Now and in the hour of our death. Amen.”
“Now and in the hour of our death. Amen.”
“Again!”
“Hail Mary, full of grace, The Lord is with thee. Umm, Blessed are thee among women.” He hit her twice for her mistakes. “Oww! And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus!”
“Stop saying it sexy, whore!” Three more swats.
“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.”
“Now do the Our Father!”
“I don’t know the Our Father… Father!”
“Our Father, who art in!” Slap, slap, slap!
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation,but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.”
“That’s the Protestant version, you fucking slut!’ One extra hard slap.
“I don’t even know what that means! I’m sorry!”
“Stop after deliver us from evil!” Swat, swat!
“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”
“Better. Again! Like you mean it!”
“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”
Arnold hit her a few more times and then tossed the paddle down.
“Turn and face me.”
“Yes, Father.” she did, looking up at him through the veil.
“Look what you’ve done,” he pointed to his jeans, which were bulging out.
“I’m sorry, Father. Do you want me to get down on my knees and pray that away too?”
“I do. After you show me how to use this,” he said, pulling out the cock ring. “Might as well put your perversion to good use.”
Chelsea licked her lips.
This is getting towards the top out length that Jayden likes me to stick to, so I’ll stop there. We’ll see if I sneak in a bonus update next week or if we technically end November in December. Stay nasty!
J R Vincente 