Chapter One

 

After what seemed an interminable amount of time, I felt the hem of my surplus being released, then heard the bolt being drawn on the doors behind me. Moments later, they were opened, flooding me with light and removing the pressure on my back, shoulders and head.

"Tammy, I want you to remain in position for a moment while I apply cream to the bruises on your posterior," Joyce said.

I had recovered from the punishment but felt some resentment that I hadn't been given some indication of what was involved in the confession process. During the half hour, or so, that I had to wait, I tried to work out if Tony had given Reverend Smith an indication of my sins before he listened to my confession. I decided that he hadn't for the priest was genuinely surprised when I told him that I hadn't finished.

However, his actions, making me masturbate him while I confessed, suggested that he suspected that I was guilty of one or more major league evil acts. Weirdly, it was a relief to get the sordid details off my chest. However, I wished that I could have gotten everything out in the open and then move forward with a clean slate.

Joyce worked quickly, with one hand holding up my surplice and the other applying the cream. The six strokes had landed on the top half of my cheeks, probably because the machine thrusting fake cocks into my twin holes was in the way of my lower slopes and upper thighs. Those were the tenderest parts of my nether region, so that was a minor positive note in among a whole lot of negative ones.

"There, all finished, Tammy, let me give you a hand..."

With Joyce's help, I was able to back out of the medieval mini prison and finally stand upright. I turned to face the smiling, attractive young woman who apparently was a major angel within the church hierarchy. I glanced around the small room to see if the fucking machine was still there, but it had been removed.

I must have been red faced as I rubbed my glowing ass to try and massage some of the pain away. "That wasn't a very nice experience, Joyce," I blurted out as my tears started to resurface.

"First confessions never are, Tammy. But, don't you feel better having freed yourself from the guilt associated with your sins."

Reverend Smith hadn't allowed me to confess all my sins, which worried me intensely. "What happens next time?"

Joyce raised her hand and put it on my left shoulder. "Tammy, you have until next Sunday to mull over your past life and decide if you want to recall any of the sordid events when you return to the confession box. You're entering a new phase in your life and hopefully from now on you will find everything you need within the family of our church."

"Everything I need? Um, do you mean sex?" I asked tentatively.

"Tammy, as I've been designated your guardian angel, I'm going to be in charge of your sapphic education." She moved a little closer.

I was surprised by the direction of the conversation. "Er, were you listening in on my confession?"

"Yes. Only Reverend Smith and I are aware of the sins you committed with your girlfriend who we consider to be an outsider."

We were both barefooted, but Joyce was a couple of inches taller than me. She was bold, confident and forthright, whereas I had a shy personality. Her manner reminded me of Lucy's, but the major angel was more feminine in appearance. Her features were more delicate, her skin lighter and her hazel green eyes larger. Then, I noticed her soft and plump lips.

"Um, Joyce, I'm not a lesbian."

She lifted her right hand and placed it behind my neck. "Neither am I, Tammy, but our church has a modern outlook on life. If you are a member of it, then provided we perform acts with respect and devotion, gender isn't an issue. Tammy, we are all equal in the eyes of the Lord."

The moment she said 'Lord', she gently pulled on the back of my neck, then as soon as our lips met, she became more aggressive and encouraged me to kiss her passionately. As our tongues fought and our heads turned one way, then the other, I embraced her, but only briefly, because she leant back and broke the kiss.

"Oh, that was..." I began breathlessly. "...um, unexpected."

"Tammy, you've passed the first hurdle by confessing your sins in the confession box. I don't think that there's a better way to welcome a JA to the fold than with a tender kiss..." She lifted my chin with the fingers of her left hand. "Now, it's your turn to show your GA a different kind of passion. And, Tammy, we in the Church of Modern day Conservation believe that the most respectful act is an intimate one."

Joyce gripped the back of my neck and applied downward pressure, leaving me in no doubt about what she had on her mind. As I bent my knees and lowered myself into a kneeling position, she lifted the front of her dark blue surplice until the hem was above her mons. Then, Joyce opened her stance to give me access to her baby smooth, tight sex lips.