Chapter 3.
Another time, he invited me to role-play, me as the innocent parishioner, him as the strict priest punishing me.
We were in the rectory that night, the room dim with just a lamp on his desk casting shadows on the walls.
He had texted me earlier, telling me to come dressed in a simple white blouse and skirt, with no bra or panties, like a good girl going to confession.
I showed up like that, my n*****s already hard from the cool air and the anticipation, my p***y getting wet just thinking about what he had planned.
He was waiting in his full priest outfit, his cassock buttoned up, the collar in place, but his eyes were dark and hungry when he saw me.
"Come in, my child," he said, his voice deep and authoritative, slipping right into the role.
He locked the door behind
