Religious Instruction

Religious Instruction 1

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. * * * * *

Religious Instruction (Part 1)

Vicki O’Rourke had always liked Fridays.

At 12.30pm sharp, after preparing a cold supper Vicki’s housekeeper, Mrs Simons, would leave, not to return until early on Monday morning. Tom, the gardener, didn’t work Fridays, so Summerlands, the large detached house where Vicki O’Rourke lived, would be unoccupied, or almost unoccupied, for the duration of the weekend.

Vicki’s lunch that Friday had been with Violet and Blanche. Their meeting at the country club was necessary but dull. As head of the Church Committee Vicki was bound to consult them both about the forthcoming budget but she knew already that they would have very little to contribute. Violet, as usual, seemed obsessed with the materials used in the graveyard: ‘not that cheap marble, it’s hideous!’ and Blanche more interested in talking about her prowess on the golf course. It was three thirty by the time Vicki had managed to get away.

When Vicki arrived home, she took a minute to relax. It was ten minutes after four. This gave her almost an hour to prepare, more than enough time.

Vicki smiled to herself at the thought of wearing her new leather skirt suit for the first time. It was black, fitted and made of the finest full-grain leather, with a calf length pencil skirt slit to the knee. The suit would match her glacé kid opera gloves. Underneath she would wear a matching black latex halter-neck brassiere, garter belt and panties. Completing her outfit: sheer seamed, fully-fashioned black nylons, her new strappy sandals with five-inch stiletto heels and hooped silver earrings. A silver crucifix and a silver key on a chain nestled between her firm breasts.

The deep red shiny lipstick and dark eye shadow suited her perfectly. Sitting at her dressing table, Vicki primped her bobbed grey hair and stood up to admire herself in the full-length mirror. She looked and felt wonderful. An innocent observer might imagine that Vicki O’Rourke was about to go out for the evening. She looked a little, shall we say, outré, for a woman of fifty-two and would certainly have turned a few heads in any restaurant, but Vicki wasn’t going out. She had other plans for the evening.

A clue to those other plans lay in Vicki’s last action before leaving her bedroom. Opening a small cupboard Vicki removed from it a thin, straight rattan cane with a black acrylic handle. She swished it two or three times, listening to the vicious sound as it cut the air, then flexed it in her gloved hands.

Yes, she was ready.

The basement suite lay beyond two heavy doors in a part of the house that Vicki kept permanently locked. It consisted of a large room about forty feet square, windowless, with its own air supply and had been thoroughly soundproofed. Over the years it had been furnished with a variety of pieces, several bought from warehouses that specialised in decommissioned church fittings. Indeed, if one had happened upon this room without knowing its true purpose, aside from the large mirrors one could have been excused for thinking it a chapel or place of worship, which, on occasion, it was.

Three further rooms led off the large one. The first was a tiled shower room, the second a sizeable bedroom and the third a spacious dressing room with extensive fitted wardrobes and shelves.

Locking the second door behind her, Vicki took a moment to let her eyes become accustomed to the low light of the principal room. Some small electric lights lined the walls and at the far end of the space two large candles burned on either side of a dark wooden throne. In front of the throne was a low prie-dieu.

To Vicki’s left, kneeling in the corner of the room, head bowed, shivering although the space was comfortably warm and with his face to the wall was a slim, young man with fair hair. He was naked and looked barely sixteen.

“Madam’s leash!” Vicki’s contralto cut through the silence. The young man looked up, his eyes blinked and he scuttled off on his knees, returning to the older woman holding a thin, black dog leash on his outstretched palms.

Vicki put her cane on a nearby table and took the leash. “Kneel up!”

As the young man raised himself, he could be seen to be wearing only two items. Around his neck was a thin black collar, to which Vicki clipped the leash. The other item of clothing, if it could be called that, was a black perspex chastity cage locked around his penis.

Vicki sat down, picked up her cane and looked at the young man. “Kiss my high heels!”

The young man bowed his head and began to kiss the thin black straps of Vicki’s stilettos. As he kissed the youth was careful not to moisten the material of the older woman’s sheer nylons. Vicki watched with pleasure as the boy continued kissing her heels. “Now boy,” she said, looking at the bowed head of the pallid youth paying homage to her sandals. “I do hope you have been behaving yourself over the past week. Madam is going to examine you. And if she finds evidence of misbehaviour, she is going to discipline you. Do you understand?!!”

“Yes, Madam.” A thin voice spoke from below her in the brief pause between the kisses he was planting so delicately on the leather of her sandals.

“I do hope so,” said Vicki. “Because wicked boys, boys who disobey the teachings of the Church, have to be punished, don’t they?”

“Yes, Madam.”

“And you know precisely what I mean by wickedness, don’t you? We both know. As a weak, sinful male you are tempted by desires of the flesh. And this is why Madam has put you into chastity, isn’t it boy? For your own good. To prevent you from being sinful. Are you grateful to Madam?!”

“Yes Madam. Thank you, Madam.”

“Are you truly?”

“Yes Madam. I am very, very grateful.”

“I should think so.” Vicki looked down at the youth, still kissing her stilettos. “You may kneel up, boy. I wish to examine your nipples.”

The young man crawled nearer to the older woman and knelt upright. Vicki put her cane to one side and reached for his nipples. Almost at the moment her leather gloved fingers touched them both nipples hardened. Vicki toyed with them, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from the young man. She continued with her rubbing as she spoke. “I see you continue to respond to Madam’s touch. That means you are continuing to have sinful thoughts, even though I have told you that they are forbidden. This will not do, young man. This will not do. Sinful thoughts always lead to sinful acts. And we both know this is why Madam has had to lock your penis in a cage, do we not? If your penis was not caged, you would weaken and yield, wouldn’t you? We cannot have that. We will not have that.”

“Now, show Madam your penis!” The young man arched his back, thrusting his caged penis upwards.

Vicki felt for the boy’s testicles, cupping them in her left hand. Her right gloved index finger touched the tip of his penis through the gap at the end of the chastity cage. The boy shuddered, quivering with a mixture of fear and overwhelming sexual arousal. Vicki withdrew her finger. A thin, sticky trail of precum had attached itself to the leather.

“And what is this?!!” Vicki pursed her shiny red lips in mock displeasure. “Have I not told you about this? You know it is sinful for you to become excited when being instructed by a Lady of the Church, do you not?”

“Yes Madam. I’m very sorry, Madam.”

“Sorry? Sorry? You will be sorry boy, when I have finished with you.” Vicki paused to let her words sink in. “And why are you excited boy?”

The young man swallowed and looked pleadingly at Vicki. “K-K-Kissing your high heels, Madam. It makes my p-p-penis want to get stiff. I’m sorry, Madam. I promise I will try harder.”

“I see,” said Vicki, taking her cane in her right glove. “Kissing Madam’s high heels makes your penis become stiff, does it? You know perfectly well that such an act is wicked, and yet you still do it! Madam wears her high heeled sandals because she wishes to look elegant and attractive, not because she wishes to arouse naughty little boys.”

“Yes, Madam. I understand, Madam. I am very sorry Madam.”

“It sounds to me as though this particular little boy needs to be taught a lesson. A lesson in how to behave. Do you think you need to be taught a lesson, boy?”

“Y-Y-Yes, Madam.”

“I think this boy needs to have his bottom spanked, and spanked very hard.”

“Yes, Madam. Thank you, Madam.”

“I’m going to remove your chastity device and put you into your penis rubbers. Then I am going to have you fetch my spanking boots from the wardrobe. When you have helped me into them, I shall put you across my knee for a spanking. Collect your rubbers from the drawer. Away you go! And crawl properly!”

The youth crawled carefully over to a small chest of drawers. He removed from it an extra thick condom and a heavy latex penis sheath and then returned. Once Vicki had unlocked his chastity cage, she rolled the condom over the boy’s, immediately erect, penis. She then fitted the rubber sheath over the condom. The sheath fitted tightly over his penis and around his testicles, the combination of the two layers of rubber ensuring that, although released from chastity and erect, his penis would be unable to receive sufficient stimulation to orgasm and ejaculate. The sheath was designed to allow the young man to remain at a high pitch of sexual excitement throughout a spanking, but without being able to climax.

With the young man now safely in his rubbers Vicki removed her leather jacket. She could sense her own aroused nipples pressing against the shiny rubber cups of her latex brassiere. Vicki noticed that the sight was not lost on her young companion.

Smack!! Vicki’s leather gloved palm slapped the boy’s cheek. “You insolent boy! Did I give you permission to look at my breasts?” Smack!! “Did I?” Smack!! Smack!!

“N-N-No Madam. I’m very sorry Madam.”

“No, I did not. You are a wicked, disobedient young man and you need to be taught how to behave.”

“Yes Madam.”

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! “Kiss my high heels!”

“I’m sorry, Madam.”

Smack!! “Kiss Smack!! my Smack!! high Smack!! Heels.” Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!

His face now bright red from Vicki’s continued slaps, the boy knelt down once again and pressed his lips to the thin straps of Vicki’s sandals. He could feel her nyloned feet squirming with pleasure at his attentions. After five minutes Vicki told him to desist.

“Now, fetch me my spanking boots!”

The boy crawled over to the dressing room and removed a pair of long, black patent, stiletto heeled, crotch-high boots. Vicki had removed her skirt, sandals and panties and was standing, admiring herself in the mirror opposite. The young man helped Vicki into the boots, which reached almost to her stocking tops and together with her garter belt, framed her naked, shaven pussy. He zipped up the boots and then retired to his kneeling position.

Vicki stood, hands on hips, watching the young man at her feet. He was trembling with anticipation of his discipline. Vicki’s gloved hand went to her pussy. She was already moist with arousal and could feel her labia engorged and hard through the thin, black leather of her glove.

“As I told you, you need a spanking, young man.”

Vicki told the boy to move the upright chair opposite one of the mirrored walls. She then seated herself, motioning the young man to kneel before her.

“You will kiss my boots.”

After watching the young man pay homage to her boots for a few minutes Vicki spoke curtly to him.

“Ask Madam for your spanking.”

The young man cleared his throat and said, in a weak, reedy voice. “Please Madam, I have been a very naughty and wicked boy. I deserve to be disciplined. Will Madam please put me across her knee and spank my bottom.”

“Come here boy. Over my knee. I want your penis between the tops of my boots.” Vicki smiled as her charge slid his rubbered penis between the shiny patent leather of her boots. She clamped it tight, tighter, and felt a half spasm run through the boy’s slender body.

“Now I want you to stay as still as possible while I punish you. You will look at my high heeled boots while I spank your bottom and you will think about your wickedness. This is going to be a long spanking because you have been very, very naughty. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Madam. Thank you, Madam.”

Vicki laid the boy gently across her lap, feeling his steely hard but impotent erection clamped between the tops of her boots. Carefully adjusting his naked bottom to the perfect height, Vicki ran her gloved palm over his pert buttocks, noticing how his skin was still a little mottled from previous punishments.

She was going to enjoy this spanking.

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