“To confess,” I told her. “Time to wipe the slate clean.”
She made no move and remained silent, probably thinking about what she should do. What should she tell me? What shouldn’t she tell me?
“Go ahead,” I prompted her.
“I…” Her fingers slipped around the back of my neck,
and she let out a nervous laugh. “Uh…forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been…”
She trailed off as I unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall down her legs.
“Six years since my last confession.”
She stepped out of the pants, to the outside of my legs, and sat down, straddling my lap.
I closed my eyes for a moment, running my hands down to her ass. I was back there again. In the Bell Tower, long before everything went to shit, and I was happy.
“I…” She pressed her groin into mine, leaning in. “I don’t know where to start. I’m nervous.”
“That many sins, huh?”
I heard her laugh, and I smiled.
“Okay, let me help you.” I squeezed her in my hands. “Did you think about me a lot during the last six years?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I dug in my fingers, feeling her smooth skin and the lace of the panties.
“Were some of the thoughts good?” I questioned.
She leaned her chest into mine, her lips brushing my own. “Yeah.”
Electric heat swirled low, and I could feel damn near every little bit of her between her legs. My cock was straining against my pants.
“Did you touch yourself, thinking about me?”
She started panting, slowly rolling her hips against the hardness. I felt her nod.
And I took my hand away from her ass and brought it back down with a sharp whack.
She yelped, jerking back. “Hey!”
She rubbed the area I smacked, but I took her hand, bringing it back to my shoulder.
“That’s pretty naughty,” I told her. “So, what did you use…a vibrator, a pillow…?”
She breathed nervously now. “Um, my…my, my hand.”
I spanked her again and then kissed her hard, cutting off her cry. I rubbed the spot I hit, feeling her body slowly relax again.
“Did you like last night?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
Another whack.
She lurched forward, gasping. “Kai…”