Chapter 1: Sally is Punished

It is the late 1950's in the farming region of the Bible belt. The economy is booming, with bountiful harvests. Even in good times farm life is still hard. The farmers in this region have a deep religious background and this permeates from the job into the family life and upbringing of the children. The church has an enormous hold over the lives of the people.

Father John, 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. He had been on a "retreat" for the last six months, the church forcing him to undergo a forced re-indoctrination training. It was because it was his third offense. He had been caught two other times for "sexual misconduct". The other two times he was just transferred to a new parish, in a new part of the country. The Bishop usually admonished him for his sins and made sure that he was no longer his problem. When transferred, his new parish never knew about his past "sins". The last time involved some thirteen year old girls, Father John preferring them younger and younger each time. He had to undergo a period of "meditation" at a seminary for "trouble priests." He had played the game well, confessing his sins, humbled by his transgressions and acted genuinely repentive of his sins. The church welcomed him back, a new man with a new parish. But his new parish was no longer in a big city, no longer a large church, they had moved him to a small town in the bible belt hoping that he would have less chance to re-engage his past problems.

The church had about 100 members including all of the children. It was over 150 miles to the nearest good size city. In this town, Saturday night was the movies and then home. Sunday was set aside for church and family. Father John was welcomed graciously by the town folk, them being without a parish priest for over six months since their last one passed away of old age. To the town, Father John was their savior, a fairly handsome man in his mid forties, intelligent, personable with the entire town folk, especially the woman and a wise, religious man.

The first thing Father John did was to begin giving private religious training after school and on the weekend for some of the children. Some of the parents had spoken to him about their rebellious children, especially some of the girls. The 1950's had brought rock and roll, Elvis Presley and television to the heartland. The parents had been brought up strictly and continued to raise their children in the same tradition. Many had been punished using belts and severe spankings and thought nothing of continuing that in raising their children. Some had even given Father John permission to punish their children if they misbehaved.

Sally was the oldest daughter of Stan and Mary. She had a younger sister, Becky and an older brother, Mark, who had already graduated from high school and was helping his father work the farm. Becky was the level-headed girl in the family, with Sally seemingly always getting into trouble. She followed her heart more then her head and that usually that got her into trouble.

Sally is a very pretty girl, 5 feet, 4 inches tall, a bouncy pony tail always in her light brown hair. Her breasts were 34-C's, creamy white flesh accented 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 due to the exercise she got in helping her family on the farm doing chores. Her ass was firm and pert. She was still a virgin. Almost everyone in this small town was a virgin until they married, or at least were engaged. No one could suffer through a scandal in a small town if caught engaging in pre-marital sex, especially good Catholics.

Sally was sitting on the big desk. Her legs were spread wide, her skirt had ridden up her thighs, way above her knees. Her thighs ached, her legs wanting to close but Father John had placed a cross in a small hole on the edge of the desk. He made Sally place her legs outside the cross. She was ordered not to touch the cross with any part of her body. If she did, God and Father John would punish her.

"Please Father John, it hurts," Sally cried.

"Now, now, Sally. The Lord requires you to suffer for him." He stepped in front of her, gazing down at her half naked legs. His cock bulged out the front of his pants, but Sally was too interested in her own problems to gaze at him. His hands reached down and rested on her knees. He could feel her 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. She did not protest his seemingly innocent touching.

Her parents had already admonished her when she had tried to protest that Father John was being inappropriate with her. Her Mother had slapped her face, telling her that she was imagining it and was just a young girls foolish thoughts. A priest does not have impure thoughts. Sally was told to do everything that Father John wished. He would teach her the ways of the church. They had even given him permission to punish her in whatever manner he saw fit. That was the end of the conversation forever.

Father John saw no resistance on Sally's part so he increased his fondling of 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 began to 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 moved up her inner thighs, feeling the taut flesh, the muscles straining from the obscene 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 would place Sally in, each time using the crosses to keep her open and available.