Story : Secrets of the confessional
domino
while back. Like mija I was raised a roman catholic, though like
Barrister I think I am more spiritual than religious these days :-)
Like Mija again, I see in myself the confession/penance thing learnt
as a child has now transferred to my core sexuality. I may write more
about that that (or dig up what I've already written on the subject)
when I get back home.
love
domino
Secrets of the Confessional
The beautiful notes of the old plainsong echoed in the rafters "Deus
homo factus est naturam erante, Mundus renovatus est a Christo
regnante" as intoned by the choir of novice priests preparing for the
great feast day.
Others of the order cleaned, dusted and scrubbed, preparing the church
building for the feast of the birth of the Christ-child. Joyous
vestments and church cloths were brought out of closets and sent to
the nuns at the nearby convent for any renovating, for washing and
pressing. The gold and silver accoutrements of the church, the
festive rather than the everyday ones were polished in readiness and
the wooden pews and confessionals were burnished to a high sheen.
Father Abbot, carrying out his daily inspection, nodded in
satisfaction. Although it was only late afternoon, the winter sun was
already low in the sky, casting a golden glow through the church. As
the choir practice came to an end, and the household trappings were
removed, Father Abbot gave the signal to the Brother of the Door that
the church could now be opened again to the general public.
And today was a special day indeed. The new confessional was finally
in place, and he was rightfully proud of it. It was the product of
his imagination, his response to requests and pleas from various of
his parishioners for him to take some - any! action at what they
perceived as a loosening of morals, a lack of respect of modern youth.
Parents of unruly children, husbands of errant wives had beseeched him
to help, and it uplifted his soul to think that the Good Lord had
seen fit to inspire him.
All of his parishioners knew that tonight was to be the unveiling of
the new confessional, and he expected that all who could attend would.
He suspected that some would be forced to attend who would rather be
absent, and he smiled. As the doors of the church swung open, Father
Abbot stood proudly beside his invention.
A throng of folk surged into the church, spreading out, and looking
with wide eyes at the highly polished confessional. It was about
twice as long and wide as any they had seen before. Looking at it, to
the right-hand side was the place where the confessor would sit, with
a half-door to the bottom and a curtain across the top, so that priest
could not be seen, and penitent would not know who had heard his or
her confession. The people could not see that inside the priest's
box, it differed from the norm in that the wall to the rear where the
seat was attached was in fact a door.
To the left of the priest's box was the penitent's area, and this was
larger than usual. Allowing the folk a moment to take in the sight,
Father Abbot stepped forward to reveal the workings of the new
confessional.
On the adjoining wall was the expected gauze speaker but instead of a
kneeler below it was a table. Father Abbot signalled the nearest lad
to come to him. The boy approached nervously. He was all too aware
that his mother had dragged him to church for confession that evening.
Father Abbot indicated that the child was too small to easily bend
over the table, but as he spoke from under the table he wheeled out a
set of steps and told the boy to climb up until he could easily lie
across the table, his head towards the wall adjoining the priest
cubicle.
Father Abbot demonstrated how the strip of leather served, by means of
holes along its length and a conveniently placed nail on the far side
of the table, to fasten the penitent to the table. A curtain drew
along the top of the table parallel to the strip of leather, and
another drew across front, ensuring entire visual privacy for the
penitent. No mention was made of the rack of instruments at the rear
of the confessional, although all present had seen them.
Releasing the boy, Father Abbot said that he hoped his parishioners
would be pleased with the results of his labours and that if they
would form an orderly queue, confessions would commence. After some
shuffling, some order obtained in the pews alongside the confessional,
and Father Abbot entered the confessional then motioned for the first
penitent to approach. A girl of around ten or eleven was nudged
forward by an older woman - her grandmother maybe.
The grandmother pulled the girl into the box and with the assistance
of the father who had been seconded there to assist until the
parishioners became familiar with the workings of the confessional,
the steps were mounted and the girl fastened across the table.
Kneeling on the leather covered step in front of Father Abbot, the
grandmother crossed herself. "Please father," she said, "Help this
wicked child. Three times this week did she run off leaving me to do
her chores" Father Abbot nodded sagely and making the sign of the
cross above her, motioned the woman back to the pews. Sliding the
little wooden plate which covered the speaking gauze, he said "Well,
my child?"
He was answered by a sniffle and a gabbled "Bless me father, for I
'ave sinned"
"Yes," said the priest, "I know, and God knows, and God wants you to
be saved and join Him in heaven, so tell me your sins, that you may be
cleansed child."
Whimpering in fear, the girl admitted that she had tired of fetching
and carrying and working and had thrice that week escaped into the
woods to avoid doing the farm work.
Sternly the priest asked who else there was to carry out the work.
"Big Rob ploughs the fields," she replies, "And Jeb tends the sheep
and cows"
"And do they work hard?" asked Father Abbot. Grudgingly the child
admitted that they did. "and Grandmother", continued Father Abbot,
"Does she sleep all day?"
"No Father," said the child, reluctantly, "She cleans and cooks"
"So," said Father Abbot, righteous indignation in his tones, "who of
these hardworking folk should do your work because you choose to be
idle, child?"
A sob now, and the priest could hear the child weeping as she admitted
that it was wrong of her to have run away. Father Abbot, satisfied
now that the child had been brought to a state of contrition, smiled
and said "That's right girl. We must not shirk the work that the Good
God has seen fit to give us. But God is merciful and will forgive
your sins once you have atoned."
As he spoke, he rose, and using the rear door, he let himself around
the back of the confessional. Unhurriedly he reached for one of the
smaller wooden paddles hanging on the wall, and then he stood behind
the girl. All that was visible was her rear end, bent over the table.
He raised her skirts and petticoats, tucking them into the leather
strip which held her down.
Taking aim, he smacked the paddle down onto her little-girl backside,
and she yelped. "The proper response," remonstrated Father Abbot,
"is Deo Gratias. Remember that you are in God's house my girl and
although it is expected that your chastisement will make you cry,
there should be no unseemly shouting"
"Yes, Father," she sobbed, "De-Deo Gratias"
Father Abbot had debated with himself whether to announce a set number
of strokes as a penance, but had decided that it was best not to -
that the discipline should continue until he was satisfied that the
sinner was truly penitent, had truly atoned for her or her
transgression.
Outside on the pews were various looks of approval and of dismay,
denoting easily who were the prospective penitents and who were the
wronged parties as the stifled sobs of the girl intermingled with the
smart thwacking sound and the plaintive Deo Gratiaea which emanated
from the confessional.
Inside Father Abbot wielded the paddle calmly, allowing time for each
stroke to have its full effect before laying on another. He saw
himself as an avenging angel placed here by God to bring sinners back
to the fold. The girl's hind quarters were a vivid red, and she
struggled against the leather which held her down, squealing Deo
Gratias after each stroke, lest God personified by the father saw fit
to punish her further. Father Abbot could hear clearly the sounds of
her weeping, and judging that she was not far off complete contrition,
he delivered a flurry of strokes as hard and fast as he could so that
the child could barely catch her breath between each sobbing Deo
Gratias.
Giving the child a minute to recover, Father Abbot resumed his seat in
the confessional, releasing the leather strip as he went past. "Have
you repented, child" he asked
She sobbed her acknowledgement, Father Abbot intoned "Ego te absolvit.
Go and sin no more," and blessing her, instructed her to rise and
leave the confessional and to spend some time on her knees thanking
God for his infinite mercy before she left the church.
Yes, thought Father Abbot, peering out at the parishioners awaiting
their turn, this confessional might be hard work, but it was surely an
engine of God.
Secrets of the Confessional Part 2
It was some weeks now since the installation of the new confessional,
and such had been it's success that the initial long queues had
reduced to a steady stream, easily handled. It was also entirely
gratifying to Father Abbot that several of the neighbouring parishes
had requested one, providing an extra source of income for the priory.
Christmas was long past, and thoughts were turning to the commencement
of lent. Father Abbot kneeling at the back of the church, for he was
a genuinely pious man, was contemplating the text of his sermon the
following day… something along the lines of mortification of the flesh
maybe… when his thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.
"Please Father"
Looking around, a very young woman stood there anxiously looking at
him. Father Abbot looked her up and down - whilst not a noblewoman,
she was clearly not a peasant. She was pleasingly plump and even had
her dress not shown her to be of an affluent merchant class, he would
have known it. Rising to his feet, he courteously enquired how he
could assist her.
A deep flush spread over her face. "I…I… will you hear my confession
please Messire" she stammered.
"Certainly milady" he replied and made to lead her to one of the more
conventional confessionals, and was momentarily startled when she
hesitatingly proceeded to the newer one.
Placing the stole around his neck, he took his seat and waited until
the young lady had taken her place. He did not fasten the leather
strip around her, arguing that if she had willing come there she would
need no restraint.
Opening the hatch he waited for a few seconds. He could almost feel
her blushing as she struggled to find the words. "Bless me Father for
I have sinned" she said in a low voice, ashamed. Again, he waited….
"Oh please, Father," she begged, "Can you not give me penance and
absolve me"
"Certainly milady," said Father Abbot, somewhat astonished "I do not
think your sins are heinous enough to require papal intervention"
"no," she replied, confused, "I meant… what I wanted was… I mean… can
you not forgive me without hearing my sins"
"indeed not, milady" said the priest sternly "How can I forgive thee
for I know not what? Confession is exactly that - you must tell me
what it is that you have done if you wish the Lord to forgive. Come,
come," he continued as the lady began weeping, "I am sure it cannot be
so very bad"
At this sobs engulfed her and it was a few minutes until she recovered
herself enough to hear the priest saying "There, there - most folk
save these tears for their penance, you will use yours up and have
none left!" This brought a faint smile to her lips, and composing
herself, began again…
"Bless me, Father," she said, "for I have sinned against the
commandments 2, 4, 9 (parents, Sabbath, covet?)" She sighed. "My
father wishes me to marry, but the man he has chose for me is older
than he is and I feel no love for him, and although my father is a
good man and has never beaten me, he is much angered that I will not
wed Simon. But - oh - I *can*not!" Another sob caught in her throat
"Is there more?" asked Father Abbot
"Yes," she acknowledged sadly. "I cannot wed Simon because I have
these past six months been secretly betrothed to another. But that is
not the worst of it. His father wishes him to be married to my friend
to advance his position, so I have betrayed her too."
She choked back another sob. "Yet, the most evil thing I have done is
deceive my father into thinking I was ill so that I could miss church
and instead lie in the arms of my beloved." Her tears were falling
freely now.
Father Abbot leaned closer - "And how many times did you commit these
sins milady?" he enquired, "And what has prompted you now to confess?"
The wailing sob which she let out indicated to the priest that these
questions were unwelcome, but after some shuffling of a handkerchief,
she replied that over the past six months she had missed church on six
occasions. She sniffled and said that she had been feeling guilty
ever since she had begun and was at her wit's end how to resolve the
situation happily for all concerned.
Father Abbot nodded. "Well, milady," he said, "This is indeed a
collection of very serious transgressions, against God, and your
father, and your friend, not to mention the sins of the flesh. Art
thou still a maiden?"
"Noooooo" she moaned.
"Very well," said the priest. "Prepare for your penance."
He made his way around the back of the confessional, deliberated for a
minute in front of the implements hanging on the wall, then making his
choice, he took up position behind the young lady. He noted that she
had already lifted her garments out of the way, as a symbol of her
acceptance of her penance.
"First," said Father Abbot, "We will address the sins against your
father and your friend. Sins of deceit and defiance." He swung the
heavy leather strap and landed it with a meaty thwack which brought
forth a keening sound from the girl. By no means a brawny man, Father
Abbot was nevertheless a muscular one, and the next solid stroke
caused the young woman to gyrate her hips and yelp.
"Young Lady," said the priest, "Kindly refrain from unseemly noise and
thank the Good Lord above for cleansing you of these nasty
transgressions. I expect a clear Deo Gratias for each cleansing
stripe."
"Oh-oh-ooooh!!!!!" sobbed the girl, "Deo Gratias!!"
Another hefty blow painted a vivid red welt along the girl's bottom,
and involuntarily she shamelessly waggled it in an attempt to disperse
the pain. Neither Abbot nor girl counted the strokes. Inexorably
they fell, and in between strokes admonished her on her behaviour
until her rear was well-reddened and her stifled cries were growing
more anguished.
Father Abbot laid one more stripe, with his full strength, jarring the
girl forward and eliciting a very high-pitched Deo Gratias out of her.
"Now," said he, "let us address your sins against God, you ungrateful
child. What more heinous sin could there be than breaking the
commandment to keep thou holy the Sabbath day!"
He had changed implement now, and as he finished his sentence he
slashed a cane down onto her womanly curves. Twin lines sprang up a
deeper red on a crimson background, and it was only through the
determined grip she had on the edge of the table that she did not leap
up. With a series of low moans interspersed with thanks to God, it
seemed to the Abbot that her voice harmonised impeccably with the
whistle of the cane as it descended… Whistle, thwack, *moan* and Deo
Gratias, followed by a series of little sobs and cries, a refrain
which repeated itself all the way down her charming bottom and all the
way back up again, the strokes so close together that her hind seemed
corrugated.
Father Abbot paused then, and laid the cane aside, waiting for the
girl to become calm again. He was pleased to note that she did not
reach back in an effort to ease her suffering. "You are behaving very
well, my child," he said approvingly, "It is good to see that you are
accepting your penance in so compliant a fashion."
A muffled word of thanks came from behind the curtain, acknowledging
that she deserved everything that the Father chose to inflict on her.
"Well," said the Abbot, "We are nearly done now - all that remains to
be addressed are the sins of the flesh. And for this," he continued,
"I require you to place your feet outside the table legs."
A slight gasp escaped her lips as she moved her feet to comply,
realising that she was now most shamefully spread before the priest,
and she covered her head with her hands as if to prevent her blushes
as the Abbot quietly said "Yes - it shames you to be on display before
me, does it not. Yet willingly you displayed yourself to a man not
your husband. For that sin of lust, you must atone, and the base part
of you shall suffer."
With that he grasped a birch from the tall waterfilled stand in the
corner and without more ado began flicking it downwards along her
bottom, then upwards, catching her thighs, and her hidden coynte. The
birch was fresh and springy, with several tiny buds, and it was not
long before the cumulative effect of the myriad stings had left a
thousand minute bruises and cuts on the girl's already welted and sore
skin.
Her bottom swayed form side to side, and her thanks to God were now
one long wail following another. Still the Abbot whipped the girl,
ensuring that no secret part was left untouched - inner thighs, inner
rear cheeks, and her secret woman's part were chastised without regard
to her laments until Father Abbot deemed her atonement was complete.
Retreating once more to his seat, the Abbot settled down to enjoy the
tears of the repentant woman-child. Another one saved, he thought,
Deo Gratias. Several minutes later, when the sounds from behind the
partition were calmer, he spoke again. "Ego te absolvit, milady" he
said, "But forgiveness cannot be yours unless you are resolved to go
and sin no more."
"Oh Father," she said, "I do not wish to sin more, but…" the tears
were falling again, causing the Abbot to shake his head and wonder
where women got all the water from to produce such copious floods.
"Now then," he said sternly, "This is what you must do. Go home and
ask your father to attend me here, and seek your betrothed and bid him
do likewise. Do you come too, and let me speak with you all.
And so, within an hour all three duly gathered in the sacristy. . The
young woman looked distinctly uncomfortable, and she refused a seat.
Her father and her betrothed were clearly puzzled at the summons and
uncertain as to the reason.
The Abbot enlightened them in short order, by ordering the young lady
to tell them how she had spent her afternoon. With eyes cast down she
said she had been to church. To confession. She paused there, with a
shamed look at the Abbot, but he only gazed austerely at her, and as
words failed her, he approached her and bade her turn about and raise
her petticoats.
"Her afternoon" explained the priest as father and lover gazed on the
aftermath of the girl's chastisement, "as you can see, was suffering
penance for her many sins."
The girl remained exposed and made no effort to lower her skirts,
sensing that things would go better for her if she left all
explanations to Father Abbot. Briefly he explained to the father that
her defiance in the matter of taking the husband of his choice was due
to her having already taken a husband in all but name. Deftly
stepping between the older and younger man to avoid violence, the
Abbot proceeded to lecture the father on the stupidity of wedding a
young woman to a much older man, and suggested that it was by God's
good grace that this folly was not perpetrated. As the girl was now
unfit to be wed by any other, the Abbot
recommended that she be married forthwith to the young man who had
abetted her in her sin, further advising the man that if he wished to
see his grandchildren he would accept his son-in-law with a good
grace.
The man stood as if stunned, so the Abbot turned towards the younger
man and let loose a tirade which would have made the devil himself
quake in his boots. The lad hung his head and with a hang-dog
expression nodded mournfully at all the abbot was saying. He agreed
that he deserved a good drubbing and acknowledged that his father
would likely break a stick on his back when he heard the story.
Shaking his head, and telling them that they would need to make their
own explanations to friends and neighbours, he ordered the trio into
the church, and without ceremony read the wedding rites over the young
pair. This done, he presented them with the marriage lines which he
had written whilst waiting for them to arrive, and bade them all
farewell, with a parting advice to the young husband to tup his new
wife well that night to ease her penance.
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Mija
> Like Mija again, I see in myself the confession/penance thing learnt
> as a child has now transferred to my core sexuality. I may write more
> about that that (or dig up what I've already written on the subject)
> when I get back home.
That my indulgent little mind dump would encourage you to share this is
a delightful thing. :) I enjoyed the story very much. And especially
loved the happy ending!
Peace,
Mija
--
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
Email is: mijita(at)thetreehouse(dot)net.
The Treehouse: http://www.thetreehouse.net
SouthBayDog
> I don't think I've posted this here before, although I wrote it a
> while back. Like mija I was raised a roman catholic, though like
> Barrister I think I am more spiritual than religious these days :-)
>
I liked your story, and I feel particularly close to fallen away
catholics (although oddly, I was not raised catholic -- it seems that
everyone I know is one, and everyone assumes the same about me. I was
not raised with any religious education/dogma, so I don't where my
deep-rooted, "classic catholic guilt" comes from!).
Anyway, nicely written and well done. I wouldn't mind stepping into
your confessional and receiving absolution!
Dog
PhillyGirl
lost...this was really hot, Domino...feeds into my Catholic childhood
fantasies too. Some years back, I re-visited Catholicism and during
that time, I found I really loved attending Stations on Fridays in
Lent. I remember once seeing this man crawl over to the big wooden
cross on the floor and reverently kiss it...it was so wildly sensual.
I've kissed the hand that's spanked me in the same way, just came
naturally.
On May 6, 5:21 am, domino <dom...@Domin-o.org.uk> wrote:
> Father Abbot paused then, and laid the cane aside, waiting for the
> girl to become calm again. He was pleased to note that she did not
> reach back in an effort to ease her suffering. "You are behaving very
> well, my child," he said approvingly, "It is good to see that you are
> accepting your penance in so compliant a fashion."
The praise in the midst of the punishment...devastating...love it.
Lots of sweet scolding. Good stuff. And a happy ending to boot!
Nice job.
Lisa
domino
wrote:
>I posted my praise when I read this yesterday, but the post was
>lost...
it wasn't you know - though obviously my reply to it was :-) I also
saw your first reply to Denny.
>this was really hot, Domino...feeds into my Catholic childhood
>fantasies too.
thanks :-)
> Some years back, I re-visited Catholicism and during
>that time, I found I really loved attending Stations on Fridays in
>Lent. I remember once seeing this man crawl over to the big wooden
>cross on the floor and reverently kiss it...it was so wildly sensual.
>I've kissed the hand that's spanked me in the same way, just came
>naturally.
Yes indeed - there is a great deal in most religions that can be
kinkified, but catholicisim is one of the better religions for that
purpose because it's so full of ritual and display.
Must see if I can find what I wrote before...
love
domino
zprymantis
very next favorite.
:)
z
Kass
> while back. Like mija I was raised a roman catholic, though like
> Barrister I think I am more spiritual than religious these days :-)
>
Me to, I had to get away from the Catholic guilt. Your story brought
back some childhood fantasies of my own. Very hot, so strict and
harsh. Priest + paddles + canes = wet panties for Kass. Thanks.
Kass
>
> --
> Barrister
Larrister,
Well..yeah, it's all part of being a pervert :-)
Kass
PhillyGirl
> it wasn't you know - though obviously my reply to it was :-) I also
> saw your first reply to Denny.
Hmm...I still haven't seen either of mine or your prior reply. Weird.
> Yes indeed - there is a great deal in most religions that can be
> kinkified, but catholicisim is one of the better religions for that
> purpose because it's so full of ritual and display.
yes, and all that suffering to be "offered up."
Lisa
Jim
Ah, yes...priests and perversion. A time-honored concept.
I "offer up" an oldie for your amusement:
A woman takes a lover home during the day while her husband is at
work.
Her 9-year old son comes home unexpectedly, sees them and hides in the
bedroom closet to watch. The woman's husband also comes home.
She puts her lover in the closet, not realizing that the little boy is
in there already.
The little boy says, "Dark in here."
The man says, "Yes, it is"
Boy " I have a baseball."
Man "That's nice"
Boy "Want to buy it?"
Man "No, thanks"
Boy "My dad's outside..."
Man "O.K. - How much?"
Boy "$250"
In a few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the lover are in the
closet together.
"Boy "Dark in here"
Man ' Yes, it is."
Boy "I have a baseball glove"
The lover, remembering the last time, asks the boy, "How much?"
Boy "$750"
Man "Sold!"
A few days later the father says to the boy, "Grab your glove, let's
go outside and have a game of catch.
The boy says, "I can't, I sold my baseball and my glove."
The father asks, "How much did you sell them for?"
Boy " $ 1,000"
The father says, "That's terrible to overcharge your friends like
that. That is way more than those two things cost. I'm going to take
you to church and make you confess."
They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the
confession booth and he closes the door.
The boy says, "Dark in here."
The priest says, "Don't start that shit again; you're in my closet
now!"
Jim
Olympiada
them or just pervert them.
Olympiada
zprymantis
> I wondering if the people that pervert the religions actually practice
> them or just pervert them.
I use to be a good little kinky catholic child, and thought that my
fantasies and self inflicted punishments were somehow a sign from God
that I should become a nun. I seriously considered it. When I had my
first orgasm at the age of 12, I realized that the good feelings I had
were sexual feelings .. and I quickly dropped the nun idea and picked
up an alternate habit. masturbation
:)
z
GrumpyOldPapa
dot-...@roti.alt.net> wrote:
>
>>> I wondering if the people that pervert the religions actually practice them or just pervert them.<<<
The problem is that some religions attempt to repress sexuality,
either for some people like priests and nuns or for the whole
congregation. This is an unnatural condition for most people and is
difficult to maintain over a lifeltime. So people may begin by
believing in the correctness of their religious teachings, but find it
difficult or impossible to follow them strictly in practice.
Papa
"We sleep safe in our bed because rough men stand ready in the night
to visit violence on those who would do us harm." ...George Orwell
GrumpyOldPapa
wrote:
>
>>> I use to be a good little kinky catholic child, and thought that my fantasies and self inflicted punishments were somehow a sign from God that I should become a nun. I seriously considered it. When I had my first orgasm at the age of 12, I realized that the good feelings I had were sexual feelings .. and I quickly dropped the nun idea and picked
up an alternate habit. � masturbation<<<
Well, from what I have heard (not having been a nun myself),
masturbation is not unknown in even the best of convents.
Olympiada
better for it.
Olympiada
Olympiada
Olympiada
PhillyGirl
dot-...@roti.alt.net> wrote:
> I wondering if the people that pervert the religions actually practice
> them or just pervert them.
> Olympiada
Thank you for your curiousity; happy to oblige. I grew up Catholic.
Was once Very Catholic. I no longer am.
Lisa
PhillyGirl
> them or just pervert them.
> Olympiada
Thank you for your curiousity; happy to oblige. I grew up Catholic.
PhillyGirl
dot-...@naan.alt.net> wrote:
> Oh come on now, must we discuss this? This is highly offensive!
> Olympiada
What, masturbation? Masturbation offends you? Like, when you touch
yourself till you cum, you're offended? Wow...kinky...cool...
Lisa
Olympiada
just had to say that because this is a slippery slope.
Olympiada
Olympiada
am not allowed to masturbate, its considered a secret for the
confessional. Goodness gracious where are we going?
Olympiada
PhillyGirl
dot-...@naan.alt.net> wrote:
> Oh boy here we go. I am not going to pervert my religion, I refuse to, I
> just had to say that because this is a slippery slope.
> Olympiada
Well, with all that masturbating going on, it's bound to get
slippery...but in a nice way...
Lisa
PhillyGirl
I've never seen a nun masturbate. Really, though, they seem to have
so little else, it'd be a shame to deny them some good self loving.
> and actually according to my religion I
> am not allowed to masturbate, its considered a secret for the
> confessional.
Masturbating in the confessional...damn, that's hot.
Lisa
Pablo
Two nuns in the bath.
"Where's the soap?"
"Yes, it does, doesn't it."
Pab.
domino
wrote:
>I've never seen a nun masturbate. Really, though, they seem to have
>so little else, it'd be a shame to deny them some good self loving.
When I was quite young, I once saw a nun self-flagellate....
The habits they wore at that time had a thick fairly soft rope (maybe
3/4 inch diameter), with knots on the end as a belt, and due to a
convoluted story I won't enter into now, I was spending the night in
the orphanage dormitory. This was an exciting thing for me because I
loved the idea of boarding school.
There was a nun in charge of each dormitory, but her bed was curtained
off into a cubicle, affording her privacy the girls were not accorded.
I just could not get to sleep, so I lay in my bed quietly till a long
time after lights out, and at some point the nun-in-charge came to her
bed. Her curtains weren't pulled tight and I could see into her
cubicle.
The moon must have been quite full that night because although she
didn't put a light on, I could still see her quite clearly.
She removed her veil and scapular (thereby solving one of my childhood
mysteries for me :-) and then her habit - she was wearing a long shift
thing underneath it. She was facing her bed because she had laid the
clothes there, so I could see her in profile from my bed across the
way.
Then she picked up the rope belt and swung it backwards over her
shoulders so that the knotted end landed - I would say on the top
third of her back. I don't recall how many times she swung that rope,
maybe a dozen... And she wasn't swinging hard - it was more ritual
than anything.
But there ya go :-)
love
domino
GrumpyOldPapa
dot-...@naan.alt.net> wrote:
>>
>>> No, nuns masturbating offends me and actually according to my religion I am not allowed to masturbate, its considered a secret for the confessional. Goodness gracious where are we going?<<<
Almost all sexually capable people masturbate. This includes priests,
nuns and monks. It is a normal and healthy part of sexuality. It
also is much safer than other forms of sex as long as you wash your
hands before and after. (And makes ure any devices, vegetables, etc
which you employ have been thoroughly washed.
AFAIK, there is nothing in the Bible which prohibits masturbation.
(The story of Onan is about birth control, not masturbation.) Nor was
masturbation considered improper until the 19th century in the USA.
IrishWinks
wrote:
>Almost all sexually capable people masturbate. This includes priests,
>nuns and monks. It is a normal and healthy part of sexuality.
In Catholicism it is considered a grave moral sin. It is my
understanding that they consider any sexual activity in which
conception is not possible to be unethical ... So, does that mean
that having sex with your post-menopausal wife is unethical? :)
Winks
*Note email addy is munged. Correct email is irish...@bresnan.net
Olympiada
Some priests are married. And masturbation is not allowed to our
celibate priests as well as monks and nuns. In fact predilection for
masturbation bars from the priesthood. I am not qualified to carry on
this discussion on a canonical level. It is a rather embarrassing
subject. I am going to have to ask around for canonical support to my
statement.
Olympiada
IrishWinks
<amkemail2...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>Some priests are married. And masturbation is not allowed to our
>celibate priests as well as monks and nuns.
What do you mean when you say "our"?
Winks
*Note email address is munged. Correct email is irish...@bresnan.net
JackSprat
>I am going to have to ask around for canonical support to my
>statement.
While you're about it perhaps you could ask them their position on spanking and
spanking newsgroups? Nah. I guess we know already. They've probably been
lurking here for quite a while.
Any canons of the church care to delurk? I have many sins to confess. And I am
so unworthy...
-Jack
IrishWinks
wrote:
LOL! She posts religious quandaries in kinky groups and kinky
questions in religious groups. I believe that she's not well, for
real, but sometimes I try to understand her anyway. Must be the
masochist in me. :(
JackSprat
>I believe that she's not well, for
>real, but sometimes I try to understand her anyway.
Yes, if that's true it's not so funny. I was a little impulsive.
I wish I could say the devil made me do it. But he *should* have been beaten
out of me by my childhood catholic fathers <g>.
-Jack
PhillyGirl
>
> Then she picked up the rope belt and swung it backwards over her
> shoulders so that the knotted end landed - I would say on the top
> third of her back. I don't recall how many times she swung that rope,
> maybe a dozen... And she wasn't swinging hard - it was more ritual
> than anything.
>
> But there ya go :-)
>
> love
> domino
My goodness, but you had some childhood adventures! I don't imagine
an image like that every melts away!
Love ya,
Lisa
IrishWinks
wrote:
Trust me - that could not have been less productive than what we're
both doing right now, and it would be far more interesting!
Winks
PhillyGirl
> Some priests are married. And masturbation is not allowed to our
> celibate priests as well as monks and nuns. In fact predilection for
> masturbation bars from the priesthood.
How strongly must one appreciate masturbation in order for it to be
considered a predilection? Like...how is the masturbatory potential
of the perspective priest measured?
Lisa
PhillyGirl
> Any canons of the church care to delurk? I have many sins to confess. And I am
> so unworthy...
>
> -Jack
I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours ;-)
Lisa
PhillyGirl
>
> LOL! She posts religious quandaries in kinky groups and kinky
> questions in religious groups.
...which really goes a long way in demonstrating how closely the two
ideas (religion and kink) are linked, even the minds of those who wish
it were not the case.
Lisa
Olympiada
Sorry, just had to express my enthusiasm that finally someone gets it!
Olympiada
JackSprat
> JackSprat wrote:
>
>>Any canons of the church care to delurk? I have many sins to confess. And I am
>> so unworthy...
>>
PhillyGirl says...
>
>I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours ;-)
>
>Lisa
>
Lisa, I just knew there was more to your background than you were letting on. A
canon of the church too? This is going to be fun!
"Forgive me Mother Superior. I have sinned ..."
The usual pertinence I suppose?
-Jack
(Well here's one of my sins. Yesterday when I read your masturbation comment in
this thread, I couldn't stop laughing all day).
JackSprat
>
>
>The usual pertinence I suppose?
>
Yeah, dumb - make that penitence. Another sin, I hope?
-Jack
PhillyGirl
dot-...@roti.alt.net> wrote:
> Sorry, just had to express my enthusiasm that finally someone gets it!
Exploring the uncomfortable in fantasy can be a very healthy thing.
And it's safe.
Lisa
PhillyGirl
>
> "Forgive me Mother Superior. I have sinned ..."
Now, now, let's begin this properly...on your knees, boy...
> (Well here's one of my sins. Yesterday when I read your masturbation comment in
> this thread, I couldn't stop laughing all day).
I'll let you have that one :-)
Now...on to more serious matters...come to my office...now...did I say
get off your knees?
Lisa
JackSprat
>
>Now...on to more serious matters...come to my office...now...did I say
>get off your knees?
>
Gulp! I guess I'm in real trouble for calling you, of all people, a
"canon of the church". Nothing worse I could have said, I know. Why
do I always do that? Hey, you're a lot taller than I remember...
-Jack
(starting to get really worried about what she meant by "all that
offering up"...)
PhillyGirl
> Gulp! I guess I'm in real trouble for calling you, of all people, a
> "canon of the church". Nothing worse I could have said, I know. Why
> do I always do that? Hey, you're a lot taller than I remember...
Well, certainly from your position at the moment...now, I've always
believed that a truly contrite state leads to a more sincere
confession. Bring me that paddle hanging on the wall...no, not that
one, the one next to the strap...yes, you can reach it from there and
you really don't want to dawdle like that...
pornosite
JackSprat
>Well, certainly from your position at the moment...now, I've always
>believed that a truly contrite state leads to a more sincere
>confession. Bring me that paddle hanging on the wall...no, not that
>one, the one next to the strap...yes, you can reach it from there and
>you really don't want to dawdle like that...
I'm thinking I really need a prayer right now:
Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi voce mea ad Dominum deprecatus sum
Effundam in conspectu eius eloquium meum tribulationem meam coram illo
adnuntiabo
Cum anxius in me fuerit spiritus meus tu enim nosti semitam meam in
via hac qua ambulabo absconderunt laqueum mihi
Respice ad dexteram et vide quia non sit qui cognoscat me periit fuga
a me non est qui quaerat animam meam
Clamavi ad te Domine dixi tu spes mea pars mea in terra viventium
Ausculta deprecationem meam quoniam infirmatus sum nimis libera me a
persecutoribus quoniam confortati sunt super me *
Educ de carcere animam meam ut confiteatur nomini tuo me expectant
iusti cum retribueris mihi
-Jack
*Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me from
my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
PhillyGirl
> *Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me from
> my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
Don't you think you should be addressing your supplication to me at
this point?
JackSprat
>
>Don't you think you should be addressing your supplication to me at
>this point?
Actually I was. Ok, bad choice of Latin (it's Psalm 141 BTW) I was
looking for something a supplicant might say in the style of "offering
up my sins". But being a (very) lapsed catholic, that's all I could
come up with - it's really a prayer of protection (which I might need
too, I suppose <g>).
> Bring me that paddle hanging on the wall...no, not that
>one, the one next to the strap...yes, you can reach it from there and
>you really don't want to dawdle like that...
He fetches the paddle and hands it to her.
-Jack
PhillyGirl
>
> I was
> looking for something a supplicant might say in the style of "offering
> up my sins".
You can offer up your penance; your sins are mine, boy.
<taking the paddle>
We'll begin over here, on the kneeler...bend forward...now, as we
begin, you should consider your most grievous faults and how fortunate
you are that I am going to deal with them here and now, so that you
need not carry a stained soul any longer. <lands the first smack full
against your bottom)