Chapter 5

“You want me to strike you?” I asked gingerly. Jayne had sounded disappointed with me that I wasn’t beating her ass enough. It puzzled me anyone would WANT pain, but she had been nothing, but clearly, she was ready for me to hit her butt a lot harder.

“I don’t want to be hit, but I sassed. God is watching, and if I confess and offer contrition, I can be forgiven. Do you want to help me or not, Sir?” she seemed confused that I would ask the question. Jayne’s feet were still planted far apart, but she was half standing.

“Can’t you be forgiven without contrition, just by asking?” I didn’t get spanked anytime I sinned. I didn’t see why she should be spanked. If calling me a name was a sin, then many people did it before she did and got away with it too.

“No, the essence of salvation is suffering. Penitence is a moral virtue of the will, producing painful detestation of past sin, with the purpose of casting off that sin and of bearing whatever God may lay upon me for my actions,” Jayne said that so succinctly it sounded like something she memorized and repeated before.

“Is this too hard?” I smacked the frond against her ass pretty hard, and it didn’t break.

“Three, no sir.” She answered as she moved back into position and grabbed her pretty ankles.

“What about this?” I hit her even harder. Heather giggled. I wasn’t sure if she was laughing at her sister’s predicament or at me for being concerned about her welfare. It seemed sadistic to me, but I didn’t want to judge her too harshly. These girls obviously believed that this was all necessary to enter the kingdom of heaven one day.

“Four, no sir, and would you please stop asking?” she replied.

“Why?” I asked and hit her again even harder. This time I could hear the slap of the wood to her ass and see her smooth skin flutter. Her butt cheeks turned pink with the imprint of the wood.

“Five, You are tempting me to tell you that it is too hard and ask for mercy that I do not deserve. I know you are concerned about me, but I care less about my flesh than I do my soul, Sir.”

The answer was so proper and concise that it sounded plausible. Jayne really believed what she said. My dick was getting hard despite my reluctance to spank her. Her willingness to let me do this to her was turning me on unexpectedly.

“What if I were to hit you so hard it broke the skin?” I turned the wooden frond at an angle and let the edge slap across her ass. It didn’t break the skin, but I could tell it stung. Jayne’s face seemed much more earnest, and it was apparent it caused her a little distress.

“Withhold not correction from the child: for if thou beatest her with the rod, she shall not die. Thou shalt beat her with the rod, and shalt deliver her soul from hell, Sir! Six!”

“You didn’t answer my question. I hit her again.

“Seven, thank you, Sir! I was quoting the Bible. God’s will shall guide your punishment. You are a man of the house and our shepherd. If I were to bleed then, that would be his will. The sin does not always equal the punishment,” she said as she sucked on her lip.

I hit her again, nearly breaking the stick across her ass. I didn’t know what I was doing. I wasn’t acting on God’s will. I wanted her to understand that I really needed to know if I was breaking a boundary, but she seemed to think there was none. “Are you sorry for calling me weird?” I asked.

“Eight, thank you, Sir! I am sorry for disrespecting you that way. It is not my place to judge you. I accept your decision to punish me and thank you for it. I apologize to God and to you for my error,” she added.

She seemed so willing to apologize that I had no desire to punish her further. However, I felt I had to do at least ten to make it official. The stick was in pieces now, and I used the base to deliver a hard paddling on the middle of her ass-crack.

“Oooohh,” Jayne shivered, and her legs quivered. She looked bewildered for a moment. Then she announced she had an orgasm and apologized for that too.

I hit her again the same way, but this time she seemed ready for it and accepted it. I asked her if that was a bad thing.

“Ten, yes, Sir! Only the wicked and depraved are aroused by divine punishment, and my nipples are hard, and my cunt is wet. I’m so sorry! I didn’t expect you to do that!!” she didn’t sound angry.

The first thing that ran through my mind was that I had made her orgasm. I had never imagined I could do that just by hitting a girl. I had no idea what a girl’s orgasm was even like. I assumed they spooged just like I did when I jerked off.

“Can you get the cum through the little holes in the grate?” I asked naively.

The girls giggled, and Jayne admitted there wasn’t enough cum that we’d have to build an ark just yet. She stood up and asked if I was done.

“Yes, only ten, I think?” I asked.

“Well, usually when I have naughty thoughts when I get punished, my mother starts over,” she admitted. She didn’t seem to be encouraging me to start over – only stating a fact.

“Do you have naughty thoughts frequently when you get punished?” I asked.

Jayne smiled and wagged her finger. “This is not confession! That’s a question that should wait until later, Sir”. She rubbed her ass with her hands. It was pink and rosy.

My dick was super hard, and I found it difficult to walk. We continued on into the woods. I wasn’t sure where we were going. I dropped the front and followed the girls. I liked walking behind them so I could look at their butts. I think they knew that.

“Are you limping, Sir? Did you hurt your leg?” Jayne was the first to observe that I was walking funny.

“Oh my gosh, is that your dick?” Heather’s eyes grew wide. They both smiled and covered their mouths as if stifling laughter excitedly. The more they looked at my crotch, the more excited I got.

“Uh, these are tight pants,” I admitted shyly. I knew they could see the outline of my boner and I blushed. I realize they were both nearly naked but I felt like the one who was exposed and vulnerable.

I think it was because the two of them seemed so natural in their chastity belts. They wore them with confidence – but they were sexy teenage girls. I didn’t want them staring at me but they didn’t look away.

“I thought that was a screwdriver or a carrot or something!” Heather joked. “Is it really that big?” she seemed impressed.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Can we see it?” Heather asked. Jayne scolded her and said that they would both end up having to admit that in confession. “So? I have never seen one that big!”

“You really want to see my dick?” I asked them.

Heather looked down at her feet and looked embarrassed. “I know, we are supposed to be good girls. You just don’t know what it is like wearing this thing. I was getting horny, and I am sorry for asking. You can probably touch and play with that thing anytime you like.”

I could – and that seemed like no big deal to me. These girls had the kind of parts that would be interesting to play with. I asked them how long they had the chastity belt on each day.

“We take it off to shave our cunts and clean them, and then they go right back on. If mom ever caught us playing with them, we probably couldn’t walk for a week,” Jayne admitted with a little chagrin.

That did sound awful, and the girls were extremely wound up. “You can have an orgasm through with that belt on?”

“Yeah, the chastity belt protects from worldly pleasures but not from depraved thoughts,” Heather explained. They both freely admitted they had lots of fantasies about sexual situations.

That really intrigued me, and I asked them to tell me more. “Temptation is a trial of our faith to God. Please don’t ask us to tell you details of depravity unless it is in confession. If we tell you now, it will only be for vanity and our own amusement – true wickedness, Sir.”

Well, that was a buzz-kill. I had lots of ideas about what their fantasies MIGHT include, though.

“You think it is unhealthy to have these dirty thoughts?” I asked.

“Obviously,” Heather continued walking, and I followed. “Girls bodies and minds were designed for wicked pleasures. The only solution is absolution,” she said it like she had said that many times before as well.

“Am I going to need to confess my dirty thoughts to you?” I asked.

“No, that is between you and God,” Jayne looked at me like she was confused; I didn’t know that.

“Then why do you have to tell me?” I asked.

“You keep asking questions like we are confessing right now. You know exactly why, Sir!” Jayne smiled. I could tell she thought I was just testing her knowledge of the Bible. I told her I wanted to hear it from her. “You can ask me any question you like during confession, and I have to tell you. It’s embarrassing to have to admit how weak of flesh and fortitude the female is compared to man. Please Don’t make me talk about it, Sir.”

Jayne was being coy and didn’t seem entirely opposed to the conversation. She acted as if it was just naughty to talk about unless it was part of a confession. I asked her to tell me anyway.

“Well, Eve is the one who succumbed to temptation and led Adam astray from the teachings of God. Eve was created to be a companion to Adam, but she was his undoing. The woman is wicked, manipulative, prideful, vain, stubborn, and mischievous by nature.”

I assumed men were capable of those things as well, but Jayne seemed to think all of this was the “Female Condition.” I told her to explain in a little more detail.

“I guess this would come out in confession anyway. This morning when you followed us, we were obviously ignoring our chores. We were heading to a boy’s house not too far from here. When you started following us, we changed our plans and brought you to our swimming hole so that you would not be mad at us.”

She pulled up the branch of a wild orange tree growing in the swamp. The fruit on it looked dirty and over-ripe. Just behind the tree was a clear stream that seemed untainted by swamp water.

“You swim in those chastity belts?” I asked.

“We do almost EVERYTHING in these chastity belts, Sir. We shower, we shit, we piss, we work, we go to school.”

“You say you are a Christian, but you cuss all the time. I’ve heard you say cunt and shit. Isn’t that punishable?” I asked.

Heather and Jayne looked at me like I was crazy. “Are you being serious right now?”

I assumed they thought I was being a prude. “A woman has a cunt, and a man has a cock. There is nothing about admitting that which is sinful. The sin would be not acknowledging it.”

“You don’t think the words sound rude?” I asked.

“If you take the lord’s name in vain, that is rude. If you say the lord’s name in praise, that is worship,” Jayne explained to me as she made a duck face. “If you call a cunt a cunt that is the truth. What should I call the wicked little flap between my legs? The oyster?” she giggled.