Chapter 4: Concentration

The next few days, Father John took great pains to only teaching Sally her lessons, not engaging in any punishments or taking advantage of her. He found that this usually left the girls off guard. This gave them time to think about what had happened and the facts of what had transpired tended to get mixed up. They often began to blame themselves for what happened, no longer believing that Father John could have forced them to do anything.

Sally was nervous the next day, but Father John appeared as if nothing had happened. She completed her lessons, knowing all of the answers, Father John praising her. The next day was the same, her lessons and then he let her go home, praising her for her good work. He had even phoned her mother again, giving her a glowing progress report. But the cross hanging between her breasts was a constant reminder, the sharp thorns forever scratching the delicate skin. Her nipples still ached, her bra continually rubbing against them. It seemed that they were forever hard.

It was Thursday, Father John waiting for Sally as she arrived. It was time again. He had waited long enough. Sally sat down, ready to begin the lessons.

"We are going to do this a little differently today, Sally. You have been doing excellent with your lessons. Today we are going to test your concentration. God requires all of us to give him our full and undivided attention. It is important that you are able to block out all outside stimulation and be able to meditate or concentrate on the worship of our Lord."

"I understand, Father John. I can do that."

"We'll see Sally. I want you to stand up here. Take the bible on the table. I want you to begin reading aloud from it. Continue reading it until I tell you to stop. I am going to test you to see if I can break your concentration. You are to listen to what I have to say and obey my commands, but you are not to speak to me. You are to continue reading from the bible. Can you do that, Sally?"

Sally picked up the bible, standing in front of him. "Yes, Father John. That should not be hard."

"I am going to make it very difficult for you. If you disobey me, speak or stop reading from the bible, you will be punished. It is very important that you learn to concentrate on God. Your parents will be very proud if you can accomplish this."

The past thoughts of punishment came back into Sally's brain. Not again. Just when she thought it was over, the nagging doubt came back into her head. "No, you're not going to punish me again, are you Father John?"

"Only if you fail God and his test. You don't want to do that, do you Sally? Everyone would be so disappointed in you."

"No, I can do it. I can pass God's test. Where do you want me to start?"

"Good girl, Sally, I know you can do it. Open your bible to the first page and begin." He watched her as she began to read, slowly and cautiously reading each and every word, her eyes staring intently on the bible.

He pulled a full length mirror in front of Sally, another to the side of her. He wanted her to be able to see what he was doing and he also wanted to see her from all angles.

He moved up behind her, whispering in her ear, "good girl, Sally, keep reading. Move your arms out a little farther in front of you." He watched as she obeyed, her eyes staring at the bible, her voice continuing. "I want to see the cross I gave you, stand very still and keep reading." He heard her voice stutter for a moment.

Sally felt his hands move around her body, his palms rubbing against the side of her breasts as they moved in front of her. Her voice stuttered for a moment, catching herself, her eyes back down to the bible in front of her, reading on. She now understood what he was going to do. He was going to take advantage of her situation. She could not win. If she stopped him, she would have to suffer a punishment. If she didn't, she would have to suffer what humiliation he had in store for her. She felt his hand fumbling with her top button, just like before. He was going to uncover her breasts. Just like before. She caught a glimpse of her image in the mirror, his smiling face behind her, his large hands unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it aside, revealing her naked flesh.

Father John pushed up against Sally's ass, his cock already hard. "Stand very still," moving his cock back and forth over her ass. She felt her body begin to shake in fear, realizing what he had planned for her. His fingers continue the unbuttoning her blouse, now two buttons opened, her cleavage showing, the top of the cross exposed, nested between her perky tits. He pulled her blouse to the side, exposing her upper breasts. His cock continued to rub against her ass, feeling her push back on it, not wanting to be pushed over by his rutting.

Sally continued to read, becoming more difficult, his penis rubbing against her, her blouse slowly being stripped from her body. She felt the third button pulled open, his hands spreading the blouse open wide, her bra now exposed, her cleavage nestling the cross between it. Maybe now he would stop, he could see the cross.

He saw her reflection in the mirror, her large breasts pushing out the bra, almost unable to contain them. His fingers continued their mission, the fourth and fifth button opened, pulling the blouse from her skirt, letting it fall to her side. "Can you feel what your breasts are doing to my sword again, Sally. Your young body is tempting me again. You will have to pay for your sins. You will have to drain the demon seed from my loins again, Sally."

She almost stopped, knowing that she would have to rub his penis again. Rub it until he dumped his demon seed on her body again. But she did not want to be punished. She remembered how she had to spread her legs obscenely before. How he almost molested her. How painful it was. She continued to read, seeing herself in the mirror out of the corner of her eyes, not wanting to lose her place in reading.

She felt his hands unbutton the sleeves on her arms, knowing what was next.

"Pull your top off and let it fall to the floor, one arm at a time."

She hesitated, almost stuttering again, but then she held the bible with one hand, and let the blouse fall off her shoulder and slip off her arm. She repeated the process with the other sleeve until it fell to the floor in a heap at her feet. Sally continued to read, catching a glimpse of her in one of the mirrors, standing there in her bra, Father John behind her, his hard penis still rubbing against her butt.

"God will always be testing you, Sally. He will have boys trying to touch your body, to try to get you to have sex with them. I can help you resist the temptation." He moved his hands around, the palms of his hands grabbing onto her young breasts, his hands clenching onto the springy flesh. "Like this, they will try to grab your breasts like this. They will try to get you turned on so they can have sex with you. You must resist the temptation." He let his hands roam over her breasts, loving the feeling of the perky tits, loving the feel of a young girl's breasts. "They will try to get to your naked flesh, removing your bra so they can feel your naked breasts," his fingers moving to her back, unsnapping the simple white, cotton bra. "Let it slip off to the floor, Sally," he ordered her.

She felt his hands running over her flesh, unable to stop him from fondling her body. He squeezed her breasts hard almost stopping her from reading. She felt her bra strap tension release, her bra hanging uselessly from her shoulders. Her breasts were firm and perky, able to be supported without the bra. She hesitantly complied with his request, letting the bra slip from her arms one at a time until it fell to the floor. She looked in the mirror again, her naked breasts highlighted by the shiny metal cross nestled between them. She continued to read, waiting for his hands to return, knowing that he would now be able to molest her naked breasts. This was the second time Father John had done this to her. Had stripped her naked to her waist.