After the disastrous shoplifting incident that led to a hot threesome with not one, but two hunky security guards, Kelly’s strict conscience has her worrying about the state of her immortal soul. She decides to confess to the rather forbidding priest in the old chapel, but Father Donovan has very old-fashioned ideas about discipline, and what constitutes a suitable penance. A harsh spanking across the altar is only the start of an encounter that will leave Kelly thoroughly chastised…and not at all chaste. Warning: This story contains religious themes. Please don’t buy it if you’re likely to be offended by lecherous, blaspheming priests taking thorough and graphic advantage of naive but willing young college girls. EXCERPT"Confess.“The way he said the word made it sound much more like a command than a question. His eyes glinted in the darkness, and the back of Kelly’s neck began to ache from keeping her head tilted to look up at him. She found herself nodding automatically. Something about the sheer presence of the man made it hard for her to even think about disobeying him.“Yes, Father…“Donovan. Tell me, were you punished for your transgression?“No, Father. That’s the problem.“Now she was telling the scary priest that she needed to be punished? As soon as she got out of here, Kelly decided she would simply staple her lips shut and have done with it, before her mouth got her into even more trouble. Her answer seemed to spark something in Father Donovan’s eyes - a dangerous gleam that brought a sudden lump to Kelly’s throat, and made her heart skip a beat. The priest gave a small, curt nod, his penetrating eyes never leaving hers. He gestured towards the corner of the chapel. Now that her eyes had adjusted to the dimness, Kelly could see a single confessional with one of those yellow plastic signs in front of it, like supermarkets used to warn you about something spilled on the floor.“Roof leaked. Haven’t got the funds yet to repair the damage. I’ll take your confession r
