Heather Mulqueany [Chapter 14 posted 11/4/26]

[tiger_kitten_2025]

12) 14 Years Old - Picnic Table

It was a couple months later. Work had gotten busy for Jeff and he was working longer hours, and Heather had picked up some additional extracurricular activities above and beyond volleyball and keeping her grades up, so her time was limited too. They naturally had less time for evenings up in her bedroom. Heather hadn't done anything particularly wrong which would require a spanking, but as she and her dad had worked out, if she mentions the word 'pinapple' it means she is itching for that kind of attention. Jeff knew if he didn't address Heather's feelings when they crept up that it did lead to misbehavior or dropping grades.

Heather had whispered "pineapple" in her dad's ear the night before, which is why she was currently naked, whimpering, and had a very stripey bottom from her 'birthday cane'. Jeff had taken some advice from his brother and tried to make the experience more advanced for Heather. Her arms were sore and shaking because her dad made her kneel on her bed but put her palms on the floor for her caning. It exposed her pretty parts so much better. Another addition was the purple base of the smallest buttplug her uncle had given her was sticking out of her bottom. Jeff tapped the base with the cane because Heather hated the vibrations in her rectum.

As much as Jeff enjoyed stripping his daughter and bringing her to tears in her bedroom he could feel that it wasn’t as special as when his brother turned such things into an event. Jeff tried to think of some ideas that would surprise Heather within the next month or so, but he was never the creative one. He talked to Tony regularly and together they came up with something daring but with minimal chance for anyone getting into real trouble. They devised a plan. It took a fair amount of recon and logistics to get a good location found. He also attempted to make the planning come to fruition three times prior to today. However, each time there had been other adults around that ruined it so he had driven past while Heather sat in the passenger side none the wiser that it had almost been her lucky day.

Today was the day. Jeff and Heather drove past the secluded neighborhood park and conditions were as perfect as when Jeff had been scouting it out. There were no adults at the tennis courts or parents with young kids at the swings. Instead, the park was abandoned except for six boys who were probably in the range of ten to twelve years old. They were climbing on the play equipment and fighting with sticks in a way that appeared to be like pirates boarding a merchant vessel.

The only way into the park was across a foot bridge over a fast moving creek. The tennis courts and playground were visible from the parking area on the other side of the creek, but a whole pavilion with picnic tables was blocked by big trees. Similarly, the back of the park was heavily wooded to guard it from the noise of the highway beyond it. Jeff pulled in and parked. He sent Heather across the bridge to the playground. That was when Jeff hung some very legitimate looking signage from chain he brought with him that appeared to be from the city government about the bridge being dangerous and that it was closed until a safety inspection could be done by the State. This would almost guarantee their privacy.

Jeff crossed and sat at a bench watching the playground where the boys barely noticed him during their epic swordfight battle with sticks. The pavilion was empty as he had expected and hoped. Heather had went to the swings and was equally ignored by the boys. Heather sensed her dad was up to something devious but she didn't know what. So she just kept swinging and waiting. After ten minutes of keeping an eye on everything surrounding the park, Jeff decided it was safe to 'play'.

He said "ok Debby, it's time to go home. You've swung enough and its just putting off your chores." Heather heard the fake name and instantly knew this was part of her dad's plan. She knew what to do and said "I'm not ready to leave dad. Plus, chores are stupid". Under her breath, but just barely attempting to conceal it she added "and so are you". Most of the boys were still playing but a couple heard the stern voices and watched out of the corners of their eyes. Jeff said "what was that, young lady?" Heather dug in saying "you heard me!". The commotion and some elbow pokes had gotten most of the boys' attention now.

Jeff looked over at the boys and they all averted their eyes and pretended not to be watching. Jeff said "I think you are trying to show off how big you are to these boys with your smart mouth and bad attitude. I was going to deal with you when we got home, but if you insist on staying at the park AND you want to show off, then you will get your wishes granted young lady". He turned to the boys. He said "things are about to get a bit unpleasant for my daughter, Debby. You certainly don't have to watch if it makes you uncomfortable, but you are more than welcomed to watch. It may even help get the point across." He got nods from the boys. As he had anticipated, all of them wanted to observe whatever might happen and none of them wanted to leave to tell an adult. If any did mention what happened today, they would be long gone and their search for 'Debby' would come up empty-handed.

Jeff approach Heather and pulled her roughly out of the swing. He spun her around and put her over the seat on her tummy as Heather said "no dad no! We can go home. Not here! Please?". He said "it's too late for that. You embarrassed me so now you will be the one embarrassed". He gave the denim seat of her pants ten firm hand swats. He needed to be sure no boys would defect. He stood her up again. He said "you don't get punished in your jeans at home do you, Debby?" Heather legitimately blushed as she looked at the boys watching her. It was like with her cousins, but more intense because they weren't family. She answered "no dad. But....we are at the park". He said "I don't care where we are. Hand on your head, young lady." She complied. The boys collectively held their breath as Jeff undid her jeans from behind her and then pulled them down to her ankles. She hadn't been warned about today so she had on just a pair of plain white cotton bikini cut panties with yellow trim and a yellow bow in front.

They had every boy's unwaivering attention now. They were close enough that they could see the outline of her girl parts through the thin white cotton. The emotional intensity was real for Heather even if the situation was fake. Her eyes welled up with tears involuntarily. Jeff then said "do you get punished in your underpants at home, Debby?" Heather whimpered "no, neverbdad....but..." She was cut off as her dad pulled her panties to her ankles too. He expected that most of these boys would not have seen girl parts before, or if they had little sisters, they would not have seen a 14 year old girl's pussy with the little bush she was so proud of. He could hear the heaviness of Heather's breathing, and recognized it from sessions in her bedroom. He knew she was full of electricity as the group of stranger boys saw the pubic hair she'd been growing as will as her delicate little bubblegum pink parts. Now the boys knew this was serious and something they never could have imagined happening. He waited while the boys took in the view and acclimated to the situation. Jeff said "there....that is how punishments start for Debby. She learns a better lesson like this".

Only once the boys all resumed normal respiration did he start the next part. He said "Debby, go up there and ask those boys if we can borrow one of their sticks. Don't dawdle, it will only make me madder". Heather was frozen for ten seconds before she nodded and started to shuffle the dozen feet to the play structure. She had a very tough time climbing the ladder with her ankles tangled up in her bottoms. Jeff knew his daughter was probably as horny as ever, and he wasn't wrong. Heather said with a shaky voice "may I.....borrow a stick?" She could feel all the young male eyes on her crotch. She wanted to die and cum in equal measure. One boy wordlessly held out a stick not much difference in dimensions from her birthday cane. Jeff looked to the parking lot across the creek. It was dead, so he increased the intensity. He said "you'll fall on the ladder like that, Debby. Don't be stupid. Remove your shoes and socks then leave your bottoms up there." She said "but dad..." Jeff snapped his fingers and Heather did as instructed. As if to reward the boy for offering his stick, she handed her panties to him. She again muttered under her breath for herself and the boys, this time saying "he thinks he's tough bossing around a 14 year old". Then she went back down the ladder completely bottomless.

Jeff said "I wish I didn't have to be tough and boss around a 14 year old, but you can't shut your smart mouth can you?" One boy announced the obvious, saying "he heard her!" with his hand over his mouth in shock. Jeff took the stick and said "come with me young lady. You boys can come too if you want". He pulled her over to the hidden pavilion with picnic tables. Having Heather partially undressed was fine for a couple minutes near the play equipment, but he knew they needed more privacy from the parking lot to be more intense. Now he felt comfortable saying "I'll show you just how tough I can be, Debby. I wasn't going to make you do this but you've pushed me too far. Shirt and bra off too. Now!". She didn't move until he smacked the closest picnic table with the stick. She then quickly took her top and bra off so she was completely naked. Her small breasts jiggled as she involuntarily shivered. Her nipples were still puffy, which let Jeff know there was more room for arousal. The boys were practically drooling now at the sight of Heather completely stripped by her father, blushing in the fresh air and sunshine. Heather felt her dignity shed with each article of clothing. It also tickled the little part of her that held misogynistic ideals and where she actually wished the world permitted fathers to strip and humiliate their daughters in public at will.

Heather felt a swell of love for her father in that moment. He had cared enough about her idiosyncratic sexual needs that he crafted a scenario where she could be ordered to remove all of her clothing for a half-dozen boys almost her age. She felt the intense shame of the situation and it drove her libido into overdrive. Jeff wasn't done though. He said "bend of the table Debby". She did. She had to open her legs somewhat wide to get her waist even with the tabletop. The boys moved to get a view of her femenine clamshell. Then Jeff wasted no time giving her ten good welts across her bottom. He would have loved to feel between her legs like he did in her bedroom and have her wetness coat his fingers, but he was trying to convey that this was just a harsh punishment and not him taking sexual advantage.

He then made her change positions. She was 'forced' to lay on her back on the table top with her arms stretched out past her head. The soles of her feet needed to touch, which made her knees part. If the boys thought they saw her pussy pretty well before, perhaps only a gynecologist could get a better view than they had in this moment. Jeff took his time letting Heather marinate in the humiliation of being so exposed to the boys. Then Jeff gave her five matching red welts on each of her inner thighs. He surprised everyone with two more, one to each of her small breasts under her nipples. Heather squealed and cried at the new flavors of pain. He again took his time making her stay in position with her slippery, glistening, bubblegum pink slit exposed and the focal point of all eyes.

Finally he said "ok boys. I am sorry you had to witness Debby's awful behavior and her much needed comeuppance. Maybe it will at least make for a pleasant memory. I'll let you boys get back to your games and get Debby out of here. Before you go, if you want to pull out one of her.....big girl hairs....as a momento, you may." Of course each of the six boys jumped at the chance to pull out one of Heather's curled pubic hairs to prove, if only to themselves, that today actually happened. Heather said "ah ouch ow" as the boys plucked on their way back to the play equipment. Jeff needed only to place a single finger on his daughter's clit as the boys had their backs to them before Heather writhed and quivered in a paralyzing orgasm.

Jeff very much enjoyed watching his daughter cum. She left a wet spot on the picnic table that would make Rorschach proud, and her nipples were now stiff and pointy. He helped her up onto unsteady legs. He admired the welts on her smooth pale skin. He handed her the shirt she'd discarded, but not the bra. She wasn't upset, the bra wouldn't be comfortable after getting her tits swatted. Then they went to the play equipment. Heather slowly climbed the ladder and returned the stick as she got her shoes, socks, and jeans. The boy with her panties held them out to her. She said "you guys keep them. It's an apology for ruining your afternoon." Jeff tossed the boy her bra to go with it as he saw the others placing Heather's plucked hairs into an empty Altoid tin.

Heather re-dressed and they walked across the park to the foot bridge. Jeff removed the chain and sign. He looked back to see the boys taking off a cap from one of the supports for the equipment and then stuffing Heather's bra, panties, along with the tin, into it for safekeeping and hiding. Jeff said "I think you just became part of the lore of this park, Heather.....or is it Debby?" On the drive home, Heather undoes her jeans and takes her father's hand and slides it down the front of her pants. She said "thank you dad. Today was wonderful.".

[jojo12026]

Tiger kitten well done. The spanking didnt go to far. Most does for my tastes. Thank you very much!

[tiger_kitten_2025]

Glad I was able to include it without going too crazy

[alberic]

I'll bump it because my previous reply got approved late and got lost on the previous page.

Really great story. I love this. And I hope it gets continued (and escalated further.)
Heather should be spending more quality time with Uncle Tony.

[tiger_kitten_2025]

I plan to keep going until she turns 16. I don't have the chapters pre-planned at this point, so I really appreciate any thoughts readers have. It's tough to know what people want to see more of, so thank you for the comments.

[Emily]

I’m excited to see this continue. I love the unique relationship Heather has with each of her family members. And I love how her dad knows how to embarrass and drive her wild at the same time.

[tiger_kitten_2025]

13) 14 Years Old - Our Sister of Perpetual Hope

Heather had now felt the pure joy of an orgasm twice in her life. The first was when her cousins bathed her. It had been unexpected, disorienting, and confusing but stayed in her memory. The second had been when her father touched her clit very specifically after he'd orchestrated a surge of arousal. Heather now figured out that having her pussy touched could give her that amazing release. Of course she tried masturbating, but whatever climax she was able to achieve on her own when she was alone and not otherwise stimulated paled in comparison to her first two.

Heather no longer wished to wait for bedroom punishment sessions to be molested by her dad. Just like in the car after the park, she wanted his hand in her pants whenever possible. She convinced her dad to do it while she sat on his lap, while they watched Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy as a family. She put a blanket over her lap. Her father was careful and teased her a lot until her panties were slimy with her snail trail, but didn't touch her clit or let her cum.

After a few days of this, her mom told them both during the Final Jeopardy commercial break "I know what you two are doing. Frankly, Heather is always misbehaving and needing spanked in her bedroom. So, she probably deserves to be fondled, to remind her who's in charge. It worked on me with my dad." With those few sentences, it became clear to both Jeff and Heather why her mom encouraged the initial punishments and now the intimate touching. It's what she'd grown up with and felt it was the model for raising a daughter. Neither of them tried to change her mind since it's what they both wanted anyway.

From then on, Jeff was no longer guarded at home about playing with Heather. He'd slip a hand down the front of her pajamas while she was waiting on her toast to pop up from the toaster or reach down her shirt while she was folding laundry. Whenever Heather's mom happened to see it, she nodded approvingly with a slight "hhmmph" which seemed to mean 'serves her right'. Jeff became an expert of Heather's sexuality. He could make her slime her panties in just a minute or so if he wished by tugging at her pubes. He also figured out that twice a week was the sweet spot for helping her cum. It was often enough to keep her attitude in check while not letting her get desperate enough that she would settle for masturbating herself.

When Jeff talked to Tony on the phone, Tony was quite proud of his brother for being the 'hands on' father he should have been all along. Jeff told him that he had helped Heather move up to the largest butt plug from her birthday gift during spankings with her equally helpful birthday cane even though she still dislikes any focus on her bottom hole. Tony was happy to hear his gifts had been well used. Jeff even told his brother that he occasionally will even reward or punish Heather in public if they can find a mostly private spot. Rewards are a finger in her little virgin pussy, but only one so as to not break her hymen. A public punishment is a finger pushed up her butt. Jeff enjoys applying either one equally.

As much fun as it was to plug Heather's bottom and spank her or fondle her whenever the whim struck him, he knew it wasn't as exciting as their trip to the park. He genuinely wanted to give Heather the big experiences she lived for so he was constantly trying to devise plans or think or new ideas with limited success. However, he also didn't scoff when luck smiled his way. He was in line to get his driver's license renewed one day and was behind two older ladies who were chatting. One said "I've been trying to get my granddaughter involved in a youth group. I went to one once a week as a girl and I found it spiritually nourishing during my teen years". The other lady said "I think the church on Park Street has one. Whatever you do don't go to Our Sister of Perpetual Hope though." The first lady said "is that the old dinky church with the peeling paint near the railroad tracks? I can't believe enough people go there to keep it running." The second lady said "exactly. I heard the pastor there may have at one point been on one of those pervert offender lists or whatever they're called. I've also heard whispers that he hasn't much changed his ways even if he doesn't have to tell his neighbors when he moves anymore. Maybe it's not true, I don't much go to that side of town. I just know I wouldn't risk it with my granddaughter." The other lady said "thanks for telling me" before she got called up to the counter.

The next Sunday, Jeff was in the last few on the left at Our Sister of Perpetual Hope. It was a sparse crowd but the offering plate seemed to take in a very legitimate haul. He'd never seen a pastor with knuckle tattoos, but he got the impression from the sermon that Pastor Chip Rails was a born-again christian after living a somewhat godless prior life. After the service Jeff waited for the other parishioners, mostly what appeared to be old widowed men but there were middle-aged couples too, to go into a room off to the side that was labeled "Fellowship" before having a one-on-one chat with Pastor Rails in the church.

It began with general pleasantries and telling the pastor he heard about the church while renewing his driver's license of all places. Then Jeff said "I have a 14 year old daughter Heather and I was looking for a youth group or teen bible study for her." Pastor Rails said "we don't have many teens in the congregation but I do have a small group I work with on Wednesdays. It's just four boys and two girls currently. It's some bible study but honestly, part of it is these particular kids don't have strong father figures like yourself, sir, and the session is at least half of instilling the discipline and morals a father would usually provide. We focus on christian fundamentals with these young people". Jeff said "I actually think that is exactly what Heather needs. She's an only child so she doesn't always get the peer pressure feedback that is so essential to driving godly behavior".

Each of the men spoke in a veiled code trying to figure out if they were truly of 'like mind'. Jeff decided to make it unmistakable what he was driving at. He said "maybe you'd like to see Heather. Here is a picture." He hold out his phone and it's a picture of Heather getting an award at school. He scrolled to the next and it was Heather at her aunt's wedding. He scrolled again and it was Heather playing volleyball. He watched the pastor's eyes as he scrolled once more. The was Heather standing nude in her bedroom corner with red welts on her bottom. Without looking at the photo Jeff said "oh my gosh, scrolled too far." as he went back to the prior photo. Pastor Rails didn't react with shock, he cracked a slight grin. He said "maybe Heather would fit right in actually. She may find she has something in common with the other girls. A young lady that age can never have too many friends. I am actually just about to start an eight week Wednesday night focused bible study for teens". Jeff said "I'll drop her off on Wednesday then. I think this will suit her well." The two men shook hands, both grinning at the idea of what Wednesday might be.

Jeff didn't tell Heather much of the details he'd arranged for her, and left her thinking this was a really intended to help her grow as a person despite them never having been very religious. Jeff bought Heather a new but modest summer dress for her first Wednesday. As he drove her there, he reached under her dress. Anymore, it would be suspicious if he didn't. He barely put any pressure on her crotch because he mostly wanted to assess how damp her panties were before her bible study compared to after. He kissed her cheek as he stopped in front of the shabby church. Heather got out and headed inside the unfamiliar building. As much as Jeff wanted to be there, he knew Heather needed some independence.

Inside Pastor Rails greets Heather warmly and introduces himself. He already knew who Heather was before she told him because he'd see the pictures her father shared. There was a small classroom at the back of the church. The other kids were already there and introduced themselves. Then they got into some legitimate bible study and religious discussion. That went on for an hour and had Heather lulled into believing this really was about personal growth.
They all took a quick snack and bathroom break. In the ladies restroom the blonde girl from the class, named Ashley, said "now is the crazy part. I guess we are splitting the money three ways now". The red haired girl, named Candice, said "that's ok Ashley. It's still a good and fair amount". Heather said "what do you mean? Crazy part? Money?".

Ashley said "you know. It's why you are here right? We do what Pastor Rails says and we get an envelope of money.". Heather plays along, but is still very confused, by saying "oh.....right.....yeah exactly why I'm here". The three girls return to the classroom and take their seats. The four boys seem to be on edge now in a way they hadn't be before. Pastor Rails says "in Ephesians 6:4 is says 'Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.'. In this instance, as your Pastor, I am like your father. We have also covered some instruction of the lord. Now it is time to focus on discipline. Since we have a newcomer today, we will make today's focus on the girls. Come stand at the front ladies".

Heather's ears perked up as she heard the word 'discipline'. She followed Ashley and Candice up to the front. They stood there nervously and the boys were now smiling. Pastor Rails said "I won't go too crazy today since this is our first week. Still, I happen to know that none of the seven of you have attended religious studies regularly. For that you have to pay a penance. Today will be the girls' turn. While it is proper and even godly to conduct yourself modestly in your daily life, when apologizing to god there are different rules. Girls, please remove your dresses and place them on my desk". Heather looked to the other two, whom seemed to somewhat expect this. It finally occurred to her that her dad knew something like this would occur and had all but arranged it. It was one thing to have her dad or uncle lead her punishments, but a strange man with knuckle tattoos felt different. It made her fear and embarrassment more real, which stimulated her more as a result.

Slowly the girls began to help each other unzip and remove their dresses. Then they stood awkwardly in their bra and panties in the front of the class as the boys and Pastor Rails watched. Heather had worn lavender cotton bikini cut panties and a white cotton-cupped bra. Ashley had a pink bralette and a white thong on. Candice had on a pink bra with green polka-dots and black boyshort panties. Pastor Rails said "this is our first session so I know there is a learning curve, but when it's time to learn discipline I expect only undergarments on and to stand with your hands on your head". The girls nodded sheepishly then removed their shoes and socks and got into position. It reminded Heather of the many times up in her bedroom with her dad. The Pastor surprised them when he took out a Polaroid camera and took a picture of the girls.

The boys watched, half excited because they were seeing the girls in their undies, but half dreadful because from the sound of it, Pastor Rails intended next week to be their turn. Pastor Rails said "ok girls. Face the wall and grab your ankles. God wants to hear you cry". The girls did as he said, giving the boys an even better view of the crotches of their panties tugged tight against their girl parts. They heard the Polaroid take another photo. The Pastor then walked back and forth down the row of girls, hand spanking their bottoms quite hard. Heather's soul felt nourished even as her bottom stung like fire. He didn't stop until all three girls were openly crying.

Pastor Rails had the girls stand up and face the boys. He took another photo. It was several minutes before the pain began to dissipate and they could calm themselves down. All three had noticeable wet spots in their panties. The pastor said "ok, that's all the time we have tonight. Boys, your parents should be waiting out front. Girls, you can get dressed". The boys left and the girls put their dresses on. The pastor handed each of them an envelope. Heather looked inside at the stack of bills. The other girls walked out first. Heather stayed behind and handed the envelope back to Pastor Rails. She said "I don't need this. Give the others my share. See you next week". The pastor gave her a hug and she went outside.

Her dad was waiting in the parking lot. She got in the car and he pulled out. He slipped a hand under her dress. He could feel the heat and wetness between her legs. He asked "did you have fun?" Heather cracked a smile and said "you knew I would". They both chuckled.

[alberic]

Awesome chapter. I like where this is going.

[flyingmonk]

Religious instruction and discipline do seem to go hand in hand

[tiger_kitten_2025]

14) 14 Years Old - Wednesday Bible Study

The next day Jeff received a call from Pastor Rails. He wanted to tell Jeff that Heather had been a great addition to the Bible study group and make sure that Jeff was OK with Heather turning down the money. Pastor Rails, now feeling comfortable that Jeff and Heather were of like mind, explained the details of the situation. Basically, the congregation gave generously on Sundays so that Pastor Rails could fund participants for Wednesday nights. In turn, the trusted congregation has access to the fellowship room where bookshelves were filled with Polaroid albums for them to enjoy. Jeff reiterated Heather's wishes and that they require no money for her enthusiastic participation. Pastor Rails had not come across this before, but he was quite happy also.

When Heather got home from school the next day she was horny from the evening before and Jeff hadn't helped her cum since Sunday night. She dropped her bookbag on the floor then immediately pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles. She shuffled through the house, past her mom who gave a wry smirk, until she found Jeff in the front room. The curtains were closed and the sun could barely sneak in around the edges. She said "dad, can you help me? I feel so wound up after Bible study". She had figured out that her odds were better if she arrived with her girl parts out looking sufficiently pathetic.

Jeff looked at her and prolonged his decision saying "I don't know Heather, I'm pretty busy." Heather pulled her shirt and bra up around her chin saying "please?....". Jeff had thought every one of her ages had been his favorite, and 14 years old was no different. She had enough boobs to play with now but nothing about her was quite fully developed. He said "fine. Get all that stuff off. But, the condition is that you have to go get your big plug and put it in first." Heather scrunched her face. She hated butt stuff still but not nearly as much as she loved cumming. Jeff was always mixing the bitter with the sweet for her experiences, and she'd miss it if he stopped challenging her. She said "deal" as she threw her clothes in a pile on the floor. She ran off naked, using her arm to keep her boobs from bouncing all over.

She returned the same way, this time holding her big butt plug and a bottle of lube. Jeff said "get it in, then we can talk about you cumming young lady.". Heather bashfully said "ok dad". Jeff enjoyed watching his daughter lube up the plug and her crinkled hole and especially the initial struggle as she squatted and tried to 'sit' on the tip of the plug. She made the cutest faces and noises as she allowed more and more of her body weight to focus on the tip of the plug. With gravity's help, her tight bottom hole stretched and stretched. There was some pain but it was mostly just an unnerving sensation. She was determined though. She kept going until her eyes gave away her shock as she reached the thickest part of the plug and then in snapped inside of her with the base slapping her anus. Jeff knew Heather had the equivalent of a lightbulb shoved up her butt, and that made him smile.

When Heather stood up, she didn't stand completely straight. The mass in her rectum made her naturally want to stay slightly hunched. Jeff said "stand up straight if you want to cum, Heather". She did and groaned slightly while doing it. Her dad knew how to torment her better than anybody. He pinched a tuft of her pubes and pulled her across the room like it was a pussy leash. He took her over to the front window and cleared off the end table that was next to the recliner. Jeff said "up here on your hands and knees. Part the curtains and put your head out, looking at our front yard. If anybody is out there I want them to see your face even if they don't know what's happening behind the curtain.".

Heather nodded. She remembered how apprehensive her dad had been in the beginning when she demanded to be naked. Jeff was no longer timid with her, and he had become quite creative at humiliating her publicly but in a safe way. Heather looked outside. Some cars passed by, but other than that, she could see no other people. That didn't matter, of course, it was the possibility that someone COULD see her 'O' face that gave her goosebumps. Jeff started by playing with Heather's small boobies hanging under her. As he fondled her tits she bit her lip, winced, or moaned depending on what he did. Her involuntary expressions made her feel almost as exposed as if the curtains had been wide open.

Jeff tapped on and wiggled the base of her butt plug at unpredictable intervals. Heather could feel it deep in her insides. Only after she had dripped a small puddle of her arousal onto the table did Jeff finally decide she deserved her release. He spread her labia with one hand and pushed a single finger in her pussy with the other hand. Heather rocked back and forth fucking his finger, fully displaying her pent up horniness. Heather closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the glass. Jeff then used his thumb to find and rub her swollen clit. It took no time for Heather to climax. She drooled as she softly moaned and quivered.

When she opened her eyes, a middle aged guy was letting his dog pee in the grass. It didn't seem like the man had noticed her or watched her cum, but the chance filled Heather with a wave of embarrassment, and she had a second small orgasm just from that. Jeff helped her off the end table. He gave her bare ass a playful but firm swat and said "good girl".

Heather could hardly wait for Wednesday to arrive. It was a painfully slow week. When she finally got dropped off at church, she patiently waited for Pastor Rails to get through the first hour of class. However, when it got to the second hour, this time it was the boys up front, which was disappointing for her. She had not really had much experience with boys or seeing them in their boxer briefs. It's not that she didn't enjoy seeing the front of their undies poke out or seeing them cry from a hard spanking. She had curiosities like any girl her age. She just preferred to be the one crying.

Afterwards, the boys left with envelopes and the other girls followed. Heather was almost at the door when Pastor Rails said "Heather, can you hang back a second?" She nodded and went over to his desk. He said "I couldn't help but notice your mood today. I think I might call it....jealousy, which you know is a sin." She said "sorry Pastor Rails. I hadn't considered it would be the boys' turn this week." He said "the other girls were relieved for the break. Your dad said you were different. It seems like that was true." Heather looked at the floor bashfully, but didn't answer.

Pastor Rails said "lay on my desk Heather. I already worked it out with your dad that we'd take an extra 20 minutes." Jeff had looked up the pastor's criminal history, and his proclivities lined up with Heather's pretty well with one small exception. Jeff had a feeling Heather would be ok with it, even if it was a surprise for her. Heather laid on her back on the table. Pastor Rails said "close your eyes. If you open them, even for a second, I'll stop immediately and send you home." It sounded like a sort of safe word. She nodded and closed her eyes. She felt the pastor reach up her dress the way her dad does. He felt her damp panties and rubbed her slit through the cotton. Maybe opening her eyes was for consent, but it felt like more like holding her orgasm hostage. He helped her wiggle out of her panties until they were crumpled on the floor.

Pastor Rails pulled her dress up exposing her pussy. He said "someone is looking grown up down here" as he tugged at her brown curls. Heather moaned and squeezed her eyes closed tighter. Then Heather heard a zipper. She couldn't understand exactly what she was hearing, but she also couldn't concentrate once Pastor Rails slid a finger inside her. He teased her clit while stroking himself. He whispered "almost.....almost....keep your eyes closed no matter what." The pastor took a deep breath and held it right before Heather felt something warm and gooey on her face. She might have instinctively opened her eyes had it not been for the warm gloop on her eyelids. It was on her nose, her lips, and a little on her forehead.

Before she could even start to process what happened, she felt something brand new between her legs. Pastor Rails had knelt next to the desk and was now licking her slit. He folded his tongue around her clit and used it to stroke her clit until she exploded with the biggest climax of her life. She soaked the pastor's face. Once she calmed down he said "ok. You can open your eyes. Don't wipe your face off. Your dad is waiting.". Heather carefully opened her eyes. She picked up her panties and went out to the parking lot. It wasn't easy, because her legs felt like wet noodles.

Jeff smiled when he saw his daughter's glazed face. It was just what he and Pastor Rails had arranged. While Heather understood about male and female biology and the basics of sex, she was still pretty naive to the details. Jeff explained what her body had done and what was on her face during the drive home in response to Heather's questions. A new pang of arousal hit her as she learned it was the pastor's sperm on her face like a badge of shame and humiliation. She didn't wash off the crusted cum until the next morning before school.

All week Heather begged to have more cum on her face. She knew her dad could do it if he wanted. Jeff refused though. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he just had other plans first. Finally Wednesday arrived again. Heather was nearly beside herself with anticipation. She sat down and struggled to pay attentionto the Bible verses the first hour. Pastor Rails knew why she was squirming. The other girls looked nervous. This was the 'big week' for them. The boys looked relaxed this time and also looked forward to the evening's entertainment.

Finally they were given their mid-class break and the girls were told to "be ready and in position like you learned the first week" by Pastor Rails. In the bathroom Heather chatted with Ashley and Candice. Candice said "this is going to be the big night. I wish the boys were going first." Ashley said "I don't. I'm glad we will have our part over with so we can watch the boys next week without having this hang over us". Heather said "I think I agree with Ashley. We better get ready". The three girls got back to the classroom and slowly undressed down to their bras and panties. They stood in the front with their hands on their heads as the boys and Pastor Rails returned too.

Pastor Rails took a couple photographs with the Polaroid of the scene, with four teen boys looking at four teen girls looking naughty and embarrassed. Pastor Rails said "good job so far girls. You learned pretty quickly. But today we are going to really help forge a strong relationship with God. For that we can't have any fabric between you and the almighty and you will have to atone for any sins you have committed as well as the ones He knows you will commit in the future." With that he moved behind Ashley. She looked frozen with nervousness as the pastor unhooked her bra and made her drop it on the floor. She had the smallest chest but it didn't detract from her allure. Then he tugged her panties down to her ankles from behind as she faced the boys. Her pussy was shaved bald and was quite pale. Next he moved to Candice. She had the biggest breasts of the group and illicited excited looks by the boys. When her panties came down she too was shaved. She had freckles everywhere, including her pussy. Finally Heather had her bra removed then her panties lowered. Pastor Rails already knew Heather had a bush the boys were not expecting it. He said "girls trying to be good make sure to remove their hair not hide from God. You'll need to stay after for additional study". Heather said "yes sir".

All three girls stood there completely naked with four boys their age happily looking on and gawking at them. It reminded Heather of punishments up in her bedroom or at her uncle's house. The girls all were blushing, but handling the situation well. Pastor Rails was not nearly done though.

He said "since man was created in God's image, and he lives in all of us, those of us observing will act as God's eyes. As the fairer gender you girls were given special pink parts as a sign of femininity. Show it to us now". The girls looked at each other then down at themselves as they figured out what he meant. Slowly they each reached down and pulled their labia apart like butterfly wings to leave no morsel of their intimate bits unseen. The girls had yo stay like that as Pastor Rails moved back and forth between them with a Bible. He used it first as a paddle for their bottoms, then to slam each of the six nipples in the Good Book. Finally, he used the spine to strike each girl several times on her open pink slit.

All three of them looked a bit miserable but Heather had an odd twinkle in her eye This was just the warm up. Pastor Rails said "ok, now that you are focused on God, it's time for your penance. Turn and face the wall, then grab your ankles." The girls did, which gave the boys, and God, a very interesting view of vulnerable naked bodies. Pastor Rails walked past the girls and lightly touched their bare bottoms. Then he took three yellow #2 pencils out of a cup on his desk. One by one the girls had the eraser end pushed up their bottoms until just the sharpened point stuck out their buttholes. The girls groaned, especially Heather. The boys couldn't help but chuckle, and the pastor didn't try to stop them.

Of course he took Polaroids of every step of the punishment, including closeups. The congregation would be very happy with these newest photos. Pastor Rails produced a ping pong paddle from his drawer. With firm precision he smacked the girls on each cheek over and over while avoiding the pencils. After a dozen or so swats, the pencils would inch out of the girls' bottom a bit. He would gently push it back up their butts before continuing. He didn't stop until the girls cried and there were three fire engine red bottoms. He said "these red stinging butts are only a fraction of the burning that you'd feel in hell. Remember that." After some more pictures of them, front and back, he said "ok. Class is over for tonight. Everyone can go.....except Heather. Girls, throw your pencils in the trash please."

Candice and Ashley removed their butt pencils and got dressed before collecting their envelopes. The boys left too. Heather stayed, still naked with a pencil up her ass. Pastor Rails came over and put an arm around her. He said "you can take the pencil out and throw it away, Heather. But you know I need to punish you extra for not keeping this little pussy shaved." She nodded and gladly got rid of the pencil. He tugs at her pubes like a leash, just like her dad does. She wondered how much they have talked about her.

He guides her out of the classroom and down the hall to the main sanctuary. Heather feels her heart rate speed up. Being naked in a small room is not as scary as being naked in a giant room. He tugs her intimate hair pulling her right padt all the empty pews and to the very front of the church. It was mostly dark except for the lit candles on the altar. In front of the altar was a knee-high height table with a top about the size of two pizza boxed laid side by side. He helps Heather to lie down on the table.

Pastor Rails says "since you wanted to keep your special parts obscured, we will take it one more step for your punishment young lady". He took a candle off of the altar and from a height, poured the melted wax onto Heather's fluffy bush. She said "ah ah ah hot ah ah" and arched her butt up off of the table as she felt the sudden and painful hot wax on her sensitive parts. The pastor emptied one candle and then grabbed a second. Heather was breathing fast as she tried to deal with her cooking pussy. In reality it wasn't so hot as to burn her, but it was unpleasant. The pastor emptied five more candles worth of wax onto her crotch. Her pubic hair helped the wax completely coat her slit in one contiguous thick layer. Pastor Rails put the candle down and said "the heat is to help you envision hell. That part is over though. The rest of the punishment will take you a week as you pick, pull, and scrape to get the wax out if your fur. Part of it you'll be forced to do tonight, because your little clam is wax sealed shut to the point I doubt you could pee". Heather's eyes got huge as she realized her predicament. She was taken out of her thoughts by a bright flash, as the pastor photographed her.

Finally, Pastor Rails took a cloth off of the alter and placed it over Heather's eyes. He said "don't remove it". She said "yes sir". Then she heard a zipper and rustling. She yelled out "yikes!" as she felt a finger push up her butthole. It was fatter than her dad's finger. That finger went in and out of her asshole for five minutes before she heard a grunt and felt hot liquid on her boobies, her tummy, and her chin. It wasn't wax though and now she understood it was Pastor Rails' cum. His finger left her bottom and she heard the zipper again. The cloth was removed and more photos were taken before her eyes could readjust.

She laid there a few minutes so the semen would start to dry, the the Pastor helped her up. They walked to the classroom where Pastor Rails picked up her pile of clothing. Then he walked her to the door and guided her out naked into the dark parking lot. He handed her the clothes and said "tell your dad I said hi". She nodded and turned to head towards the waiting car. The hardened wax made it awkward and uncomfortable to walk. She got in the car and her dad said "looks like you had a good class." She said "I really did". Her dad touched her wax seal and laughed

Pastor Rails hadn't been wrong about it the wax being a lingering punishment. When she got home, she had to push her pussy against the corner of the bathroom counter to crack the wax enough that she could pee. She thought a hot shower would make the wax easier to remove, but it only made it mushy, which tangled into her curls even more. In the end, she picked and peeled and scraped all week, often painfully pulling out individuals pubic hairs as she did. Even her dad helped pull some wax off a few of the nights while they watched TV.

When Wednesday came around again, Heather knew she and the other girls were not the main attraction. Her pulse was still elevated though, because despite everything she'd been through, she had still never seen a boy naked before. She knew about their anatomy from health class and textbook illustrations, but never a real penis. Pastor Rails seemed to have just as much fun making the boys strip as he had the girls although he didn't give the same speech about pubes to the boys even though none of them were shaved. Right after the mid-class break she now was seeing the four boys with their four erections at the front of the room. They all looked very similar, which she hadn't expected. The pastor photographed them all.

Pastor Rails used his Bible to softly but firmly smack their dangling ball sacs. The boys whined and groaned more than the girls. That shrunk their dicks in a hurry. They were back to rock hard though as soon as the pastor pushed pencils up their butts. The pastor spanked them soundly and at the end gave them their envelopes. Their four week class was over and Pastor Rails would be finding new 'students' for the next session. Before Heather could leave he said "hang on Heather. Your dad wanted me to give you your first communion. Let's go into the sanctuary."

Heather followed him, surprised that she was still fully dressed. He took her to the front and had her kneel on the padded kneeled. He said "close your eyes and open your mouth. I will feed you the seed of life". She did it, knowing what Pastor Rails intended to do.

(This is going to be the next-to-last chapter. If anyone has any suggestions for how you want it to end, please share. I haven't written it yet and only have a high-level idea of where it is going to go.)