Purity Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Purity Ch. 08

... plump bottom and thighs were burning like she'd sat on a hot griddle and showed no signs of abating any time soon. Thank goodness it was not the sabbath, or she would have had to bend for a Sunday Scourging on top of her current torment. It gave her little comfort, though, as she knew she would still have to face Father Edmund after being caught in such a scandalous position in the smithy. For all her girlish dreams of becoming Mrs Seth Blackstone, she could scarcely believe that the burly man didn't protect her from her guardian's wrath, and for him to take up the whip and punish her himself was beyond the Pale! He was not the man she thought he was, despite his mouth-watering physique and impressive husband skills. As such, she was almost tempted to cross him off the list of her potential suitors.

Getting dressed, she walked stiffly to the kitchen to make breakfast, hoping that Edmund was still abed. He was not. Standing silhouetted against the Sun's early light streaming in through the window, he fixed her with a patrician's glare as she busied herself getting the stove lit and the water on to boil.

When the tea was ready, and the porridge bubbled on the stove, she could avoid his stare no longer.

'Sit, Alice,' he commanded.

'Oh, Father, couldn't I just...?'

'Sit. Now!' And despite the throbbing it set up in her newly ignited welts, she perched atop one of the hard wooden stools.

Edmund paced across the room until he was towering over her, and she ...

... shrunk into herself, wringing her hands as they rested in her lap.

'You are aware, I trust, that your wanton behaviour is out of control?' He raised a grave eyebrow, expecting an answer, and she nodded woefully. She did know, and try as she might, she just couldn't help but to act on her urges. The pleasure she felt, initially alone and then last night with Seth, was just too heavenly to forego, and even Edmund's cruel punishments did not deter her. In fact, they only added to her unbearable excitement.

'I have had to consider what is best for you, girl, to ensure that your lustful ways do not lead you to ruination. You will have heard of the Sisters of the Blessed Virgin?' Alice drew in a sharp breath. She had indeed heard of this horrible institution, which was spoken of in hushed tones by the girls of the parish. The miller's girl had been sent there after she was found to be unwed and with child, and she was never seen or heard of again.

Seeming pleased at the look of horror on her face, Edmund continued, 'The nuns there are extremely strict and have a wonderful reputation of reforming wayward girls of whom others have washed their hands. Perhaps this would be the most appropriate place for you to reside so that you can learn to live a life of obedience and virtue?'

He couldn't mean it! First, her own father washed his hands of her care, and now Edmund? 'Please Father!' she cried, falling to her knees, and clutching at his robes, 'Don't send me away, I beg of you. ...