The sin of concupiscence

      “Holy Father, forgive your child for his sinful words,” says Renee resolutely as she tightens her grip on the soap bar. Kevin fights against her hold on his hair, but there isn’t much he can do on his knees with his legs and hands tied. The soap tastes horrible for sure, suds and drool trailing down from his mouth. If not for the ring gag, Kevin would probably bite the soap in half at this point, only making the situation worse for himself. Fortunately, Renee had the foresight to help him out.       Kevin coughs and strains some more, but Renee’s hold is unshakable. “Don’t fight it, darling. We need to cleanse your mouth before we do anything else.” She moves the soap so that every inch of Kevin’s tongue is covered thoroughly. Green eyes are looking at her pleadingly, glassy from unshed tears.       “You’re nearly done, darling,” says Renee, putting the soap away. “Now we need to rinse your mouth.” She tugs Kevin closer to the bathtub filled with water which she blessed earlier. The man must see what’s coming because he struggles against his bonds, panicked no’s echoing in the bathroom. His efforts are in vain, the slippery tiles working in Renee’s favor, and soon she has him bent over the tub.       “The Lord said, 'And I will sprinkle on you pure water, and you will be clean from all of your naked uncleanness.'” Renee feels Kevin’s body trembling in anticipation. “Such is the will of God.” With the last word, she pushes his head underwater.       Of course, he tries to fight her off immediately, even though he is at an obvious disadvantage. Some water splashes on her, but she pays it no mind. The struggle gives Renee a rush that goes straight to her groin, the temptation so sweet that she barely resists.       Kevin’s movements become more frantic with every second, but Renee doesn’t let him up for a while longer — the man can last more if he puts his mind to it. Water splashes at the edges of the tub as Kevin twists, trying in vain to shake off Renee’s hands. Tough luck, she thinks.       When she sees Kevin’s trashing slowing down, she lets his head up. He heaves and coughs, water dripping from his hair into his eyes — a pathetic sight but quite pleasing to Renee’s eyes.       “You were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.” She makes a cross sign over Kevin’s head as he continues to cough. As his breathing settles down, she lifts his chin up and looks into his eyes. “Do you still want to please our Lord?”       “I do,” says Kevin around he gag, the word slightly garbled.       Having eased her worries, Renee smiles. “Then come along, darling.” Her sweet tone doesn’t seem to be encouraging, judging by the apprehension in Kevin’s eyes. “That was only the beginning.”       Kevin whimpers, but shuffles after her obediently, fresh tears shining in the corners of his eyes. His knees are slightly bruised from kneeling on the tile floor, the hard surface merciless to his joints. But after tonight, his knees will be the least of his troubles.       It takes Renee no time at all to have Kevin all trussed up on the bed, with his hands and legs tied to the headboard, so that she has a perfect access to his most important bits. The ring gag is swapped for another — a red ball gag this time, which Kevin hates because it makes him drool uncontrollably. As he sends her a dirty look while she buckles it around his head, she says, “It’s to help your mouth stay pure. We don’t want to repeat the soap cleaning, do we?” Kevin’s eyes widen in fear, and he lowers his head. Good.       “The Lord said, 'Whoever suffers in the body is done with sin, for it has been granted to you that for the sake of Christ you should not only believe in Him but also suffer for His sake',” Renee says while looking over her selection of floggers, Kevin tracking her every movement.       But a simple flogger seems like too little — the occasion calls for something with more bite to it. And come to think of it, Renee might have just the thing.       “Be right back, darling,” she says to Kevin.       He replies, but it’s unintelligible through the gag. His unease about being left alone doesn’t last long though because Renee comes back just a moment later, her hand hidden behind her back. Why spoil the surprise too early?       “Close your eyes, honey.”       Renee relishes in Kevin’s last worried look before he obeys her command. Anticipation coils in his body, making it tense all over, which just won’t do at all. At least for now. Renee puts away her accessories, out of Kevin’s sight, and starts massaging his thighs, the strong muscles relaxing under the pressure. Then she slaps and squeezes his asscheeks next, this time not so gently, and Kevin yelps.       “Shush,” Renee admonishes while still doing the massage. Her fingers glide towards Kevin’s nipples, and they pebble under her careful attention. Kevin is still holding his eyes closed, so the stinging bite of a nipple clamp is unexpected for him. Renee waits for him to settle down before attaching the second one, and this time the only sign of pain is a grimace on Kevin’s face.       As the man is trying to get his bearings back, Renee’s hand slides closer towards his hole and circles the rim which makes it flutter under her touch. She spits at it and slides her finger in carefully. Kevin groans at the feeling, the spit not enough to ensure a smooth entrance. With barely any prep, Renee pushes the surprise into Kevin’s hole — a piece of raw ginger, shaped like a small butt plug. Kevin makes a questioning noise, not yet aware what’s in store for him.       When the ginger settles in, Renee straightens up. “Now we can begin,” she says, readying the flogger. “Your thoughts should be occupied only by your love for our merciful Lord.”       Kevin isn’t given any time to react before the leather strips hit his ass and leave a red mark behind. The sting makes him clench his hole, which proves to be a mistake, judging by his wiggling. By now the ginger should have started to burn.       “Remember — this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison.” Renee hits Kevin’s balls next, and this time Kevin shouts.       “So you must bear the suffering.”       The flogger falls repeatedly on his asscheeks and thighs, occasionally hitting the balls and hole too, adding to Kevin’s misery. But through it all his cock remains hard, Renee notes. He has always struck her as a masochist, with his self-destructive tendencies, so she’s more than happy to provide him another outlet.       She looses herself in the rhythm of the flogger, her own underwear wet from arousal. Kevin’s tears and whimpers only add fuel to the fire coursing through her, and she needs to hold herself back from jumping onto him here and there. Every hit elicits a cry from the man, his wrists and ankles red from fighting the ropes.       Renee stops for a while, her arm getting sore. She unbuckles Kevin’s gag, and he sniffles.       “How heavy is your cross?” she asks seriously.       Kevin clears his throat, his eyes still glassy. “Quite heavy,” he says, avoiding eye contact.       She nods and cups his cheek. “Do you want the ginger out?”       “Yes, please,” Kevin says, his tone grateful.       “What about these?” Renee tugs at the chain connecting the nipple clamps. “Do you want them off?”       Kevin bites his lip in thought, then shakes his head. “No, they can stay.”       “And how’s your hand?”       Kevin rotates his left wrist experimentally, as much as the bonds allow him. After a minute, he says, “It’s okay so far.”       Renee smiles at him, feeling so proud. “Good boy. The Lord praises honesty,” Renee says as she takes the ginger root out and dumps it on the floor, to be thrown out later.       The gag goes back into Kevin’s mouth, and Renee brushes a few of wayward strands of hair away from her brow as she steps back to admire the sight before her. Kevin’s hair is a complete mess, so different from his usual put-together look. His body is covered in a light sheen of sweat, thighs and ass red from the earlier flogging. A bit of drool trails down from his chin, and Renee wipes it away gently, which doesn’t fail to make the man blush.       He’s simply perfect.       Renee decides to go for a paddle this time, one that’s on a heavier side. She weights it in her hand as she smiles at Kevin. “We’re not done yet. You need a few more to be prepared properly for our Lord.” Kevin’s eyes water when she takes a swing right at his ass. “Because you’re a lost sheep, but if He finds you, He rejoices over it more than over the ninety-nine that never went astray.”       Kevin bears the paddle without much protest, his eyes clenched shut. A tug at the nipple clamps makes him more lively for instantly, to Renee’s delight.       “Am I boring you?” she asks.       Kevin shakes his head vigorously, his eyes fearful.       “Then show me that you’re properly repenting for your sins.”       After that, he is more vocal with every swing of the paddle, the pain building up after so many hits. His ass is going to be a one giant bruise tomorrow, reminding him of their lovely evening.       When Kevin’s breath gets labored, Renee stops and puts her paddle away. “Good boy,” she says. “You took it so beautifully.” She cups Kevin’s cheek. “Remember that unless one is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.” Her hand sneaks towards his cock, and it doesn’t take long for him to come, his cum splattering onto his chest, a look of bliss on his face.       Renee gives him a moment to recover, and soon, Kevin is freed from everything. He immediately leans towards Renee, and holds him as he cries into her shoulder, her white blouse getting wet from the tears.       “Shh, you’re okay,” she soothes him. “Such a good boy.”       For now, they stay in each other’s embrace, enclosed in their own world.