Romans & histoires Penance

She had a plan to say goodbye to this world. This time, the baby suddenly came due to her own mistake. Although she is a bit sad, this child doesn’t have many blessings. Daisy gets worried that this child’s whole life will be filled with difficulties, sadness… But Daisy is a Buddhist, she believes deeply in cause and effect. Daisy is never going to remove the baby. The parents and children meet each other this life because of the previous relationship.

he continued, leaning closer until his lips almost touched mine, “that even nuns get punished when they’re naughty?” His hand slid to my waist, thumb tracing the edge of my belt, slow, deliberate. My breath stuttered. My thighs pressed together, slickness already soaking through cotton. “Father—” The word came out a whimper. “Dean,” he corrected, thumb pressing harder, just above where I ached most. “Say it.” “Dean…” It left my lips like a prayer and a sin all at once. His smile was slow, wicked. “Good girl. Now let’s talk about penance.”

The red sanctuary lamp glowed like fresh blood above the tabernacle. When I reached the altar steps, he finally opened his mouth. “Kneel, peccatrice. Your penance begins.” I dropped to my knees on the cold marble. The skirt rode up instantly, baring my already-wet pussy to the entire church. He circled me slowly, cassock brushing the floor, then stopped behind me and flipped the skirt higher. “No panties,” he murmured, approval thick in his voice. “Good girl.” His palm cracked across my bare ass (once, twice, ten times) until I was sobbing and dripping onto the sanctuary floor.

I will carry that death like penance and redemption in one. I have never pardoned someone at the cost of my own comfort before. I do now...

“I’m not going to die? I wasn’t brought here to die?” “That all depends. A death sentence is not off the table, but you have a chance to remove it.” “How?” I asked, feeling the first spark of hope since the federal agents stormed through my office doors. Still holding my hair, Knox led me to the stairs. “By paying your penance. You will gain your freedom by earning credits. Oz has sentenced you to one hundred credits owed. Once you pay those credits, you are free. Failure to earn them, or failure to earn them at a speed that Oz—and I, as your assigned Monster of Mercy—feel is appropriate will end in death. So, the choice really is up to you. Just as the choice

“Do not beg me, sinner, beg the Lord your God for forgiveness.” How am I supposed to pray when I'm uncomfortable in my own skin? “Please, I'm sorry” I hear the sound of it before his fist connects with my face. And then, almost simultaneously, his hand caresses my cheek. “This is penance, my sinner, I am merely serving my purpose” His voice does nothing to relieve me. This is wrong. I don’t want this, but why can't I move? Why can't I tell him to stop? Pray that you will be good….

But right now, I can't read a thing on his face. I contemplated whether I should let him in or not for a while but eventually gives in. I break the silence. "Come in." He followed me inside but he didn't say a word and we both stare at each other. It was starting to get awkward so I speak again. "Why are you here?" "About yesterday, I apologise for my mom's behaviour." "Is that why you are here?" "I know what she did was wrong so here I am, apologizing on her behalf."

“ Anyways, your clan has been sneaking out of territory lines, “ she says getting back on track and crossing her arms. “ And? “ I respond tilting my head. She scoffs. “It’s not a big deal, “ I try to convince, but there was no way I was getting out of this unscathed. “ It really is, “ she pauses, “ You vampires think that you’ll never get punished for anything, but you will, “ she says sticking her finger at my chest. I easily push her away. She throws me another one of her disgusted gazes. “ Sorry, “ I reluctantly apologize, “ I’ll talk to my clan about it, “

The compassion in his voice felt like a heavy caress, dangerously close to what she craved. “For your penance, I want you to spend some time tomorrow thinking of your colleague. Find three good qualities about her—three things you genuinely admire. And then, I want you to thank her for one of them. Not for the work, but for the person. Can you do that?” “Yes, Father. I can.” “Then go in peace, my child. And may God, who is gentle and compassionate, grant you pardon and peace.” “Amen.”

“Are you going to punish me? Tell the Mother Superior? Or…” “No one else is involved,” he cut in quietly. “This stays between us and God. But penance is still required, Ciara. Real penance. Not just words in a booth.” He pointed at the open book on the table. The pages were handwritten in neat, careful script. The title at the top of the visible page read *Repentance for the Sin of Lust*. “Kneel,” he ordered. My knees folded before my brain even caught up. The stone floor was cold through my thin dress. I knelt right in front of the table, the book inches from my face. The candle flames flickered across the words.