Dear Diary,
I’ve always been a devoted servant of the Lord, a woman of faith, virtue, and discipline. I teach Sunday school, molding young minds, instilling values, and sharing the word of God. But recently, my class has become… challenging.
There’s a particular group of boys, Liam, Jake, and Ethan, who have been testing my patience and pushing my boundaries. They’re always making inappropriate comments, giggling during prayers, and disturbing the sanctity of our classroom. I’ve warned them, lectured them, but nothing seems to work. Today, I decided it was time to mete out a punishment that would truly make an impact.
I called the boys to the front of the class after service. They looked nervous, their eyes wide with a mix of innocence and mischief. I handed each of them a piece of paper with ten Hail Marys written on it. “This is your penance,” I said firmly. “But you will not simply recite them. You will write them out, fifty times each.”
The boys exchanged glances but nodded meekly. I directed them to the back of the classroom where we keep old desks and chairs. I sat behind a larger desk, observing them as they began their task. The room was quiet except for the scratch of pens on paper.
As I watched, I noticed Liam’s hand straying below the desk. I could see the outline of his growing erection pressing against his pants, the tip glistening through the fabric. I felt a chill run down my spine, a mixture of outrage and something else—something forbidden.
I stood up and walked over to Liam. “What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, my voice stern. Liam looked up at me, his eyes filled with guilt and defiance. “I can’t help it, Miss Vivian,” he whispered. “You’re just so… distracting.”
I felt a rush of power. I glanced at Jake and Ethan, noticing their pants were also tented. I sat on the desk, crossing my legs slowly. “If you want to behave like animals,” I purred, “then I will treat you like animals.”
I tied their hands behind their backs and stroked them as they wrote out their Hail Marys one-handed—panting, moaning, trembling. The room was filled with the scratch of pen, the heat of arousal, and the scent of sinful submission.
“You love this, don’t you?” I whispered. They nodded. Trembling. Obedient. Mine.
They finished their penance, hands aching, cocks dripping, faces flushed. “You have learned your lesson,” I said, adjusting my skirt. “Go in peace… and sin no more.”
And as I watched them leave, I already knew… I would do it again.
Yours in sin,
Angel Vivian