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“No,” she whispers bravely. “You can whip me with the belt. It doesn’t matter either way. If this is what my grandmother wants, even though she knows my dislike of belts, then that’s what is best.”
So there is a story here.I want her to confide in me, but these feelings are confusing to me. I shouldn’t want these things. My only job is to complete these inhumane punishments meant to cleanse her soul.
I scowl as I think about it.What’s the worst thing a barely nineteen-year-old could possibly do?I don’t think she’s lived long enough to do anything truly irredeemable.
Twisting the belt into restraints, I show them to Chastity. I’m pretty sure she'd stopped breathing, until I showed them to her.
“I want you to turn and put your arms behind your back,” I instruct, my words biting and hard.
I wish I could be softer when it comes to her, but I just don’t know how. I also don’t think it’s a good idea, because if I show any softness, I won’t be able to complete my tasks. I may not be a real priest or teacher, but I am still here to do a job.
Turning, she puts her arms behind her back, her eyes wide and fixated on the cane. Slipping her small wrists through the loops, I’m acutely aware of how much smaller she is than me. Tightening the belt so that it’s secure, I push down on her back.
“Flat on the desk, Miss Cross,” I command. She lays her cheek onto the wood, and I can’t help myself as I stare.
She’s absolutely gorgeous, and just for a moment I imagine that she’s naked and here of her own volition, waiting and begging for my cock. Swallowing, I stare down at my dick ruefully. Thankfully, it is still hidden under my robe. I sober slightly as my eyes draw back to the cane.
“Tonight, we will be doing something a little different,” I explain. “You will lay there and pray to Our Father while I discipline you using the cane on your thighs, and ah, buttocks.” I almost broke character and said her ass. I’m not going to lie, I’m salivating at the thought of her juicy ass.
Biting my lip, I wait for her to respond. I make her agree to everything that we do, and it's honestly the only thing that makes me feel slightly better about this. I’m not sure I could accomplish these sessions without her consent.
“I submit to this,” Chastity whispers, and I close my eyes. Fuck, why is this my life. In another life… But this is my life, and I have a task to perform, even if I don’t understand why I’ve been asked to do it.
Pulling up her skirt, I watch as goosebumps rise on her thighs. Taking the hem and pushing it into the waistband of her skirt, I kick her feet apart, guiltily enjoying her surprised gasp. Grabbing the cane, I take a step back to survey how exceptional she looks, bound and laying on my desk.
“Begin your prayers, Miss Cross. I don’t want you to miss a single word, is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says softly and I bite my fist, knowing she can’t see me from where she’s at. I could ask her to call me Father, but once she started calling me Sir, I refused to. It’s just another one of my guilty pleasures.
Chastity begins to pray, and I step to the side to begin her punishment by caning. I have never done this to anyone before, and I’m unsure of how much force to use.
As I raise my hand, my eyes focus on white scars all over her inner thighs.What the fuck?!Making a promise to myself to find out more about her past, I decide to keep a very close eye on her. Some of these marks are fresh, others days old, and the white ones could span back years. Her life hasn’t been easy over the last few days, and I know the ‘Bitch Squad’, as the boys call them, have been bullying her.
Inhaling deeply, I bring the cane down across her thighs. I didn’t count down. Like a true asshole, I caught her by surprise. Crying out in pain, Chastity does her best to continue reciting prayers. Watching the redness well, I decide to give her ten of these blows, making sure to change where I strike her.
Chastity will definitely not be able to sit well tomorrow. I give a silent prayer of thanks that tomorrow is Saturday, and she’ll receive a break from the rigors of sitting for hours a day in class. These ten strikes from the cane will be red and puffy for days, and I decide to change the punishment for tomorrow to something less traumatizing.
I make myself a ‘lesson plan’, detaching myself emotionally with each swing. Soon, Chastity is unable to pray, merely screaming with each strike, tears running down her face.
Without blinking, I leave her crying on the table as I collapse the cane so it’ll fit back into my desk drawer.
Unbuckling the belt, I leave it loose as I state dispassionately, “Be sure you apply wound ointment on the affected areas tonight so they don’t scar. I will leave you to clean up after yourself, and I’ll be back later to lock up. Have a good night.”
Stepping away, because if I break from character, I’ll want to gather her into my arms and take her from this place. Chastity continues to sob, and I do the only thing I can do, flee.
I feel sick as I leave my office and classroom far behind. I step outside, into the fresh air in the hopes it’ll help me breathe. Frogs welcome me as they sing tonight, and I swear I can hear their judgment of my actions. Never once did she beg me to stop. She just laid there and tried to continue to pray, until the pain overcame her.
Struggling to regulate my breathing, I remember why Chastity is so important in the grand scheme of things. I have to do whatever Mother Cross wants because her granddaughter has to stay at this school.
Several days ago, I met with the Elders and my father, and they revealed the identity of the Adams’Eve. I close my eyes as I remember what was said, and how important Chastity Cross is to the Locked Souls.
“Levi,we want to share with you the identity of Eve. We are pulling for your group of boys to make it through initiation, so they can claim their Eve. Being that as it may, we decided to give you some insider information,” The Eagle, my dad, says.
Nodding, I feel excited as I realize I was put in the boys’ lives to make this happen. “Who is it?” I ask. “They’ve worked so hard, and knowing would be a huge boost.”
My father stares at me, and I worry I may have overstepped. I try to be professional when I’m in a Council meeting, even though he’s still my dad.
The Dragon offers me a rare smile. We are in a secret meeting room, housed within the Academy, and while they are still masked from the forehead down, I’ve always felt like there was something familiar about him.
