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POLLY & HER PREACHER
PUNISHING POLLY #4
Polly & Her Preacher
Copyright © 2014 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Names, characters, places, businesses, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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“You have sinned, and to earn forgiveness you must be punished.”
After her recent misadventures nineteen-year-old Polly can’t stop thinking about sex, and the memories leave her burning with sinful desires. It was bad enough doing all the things she did to get out of trouble, but did she have to enjoy them, too? Then she remembers the one person who might be able to help—her preacher seems to be the kind of man who can handle any sort of problem. But as part of her penance the preacher insists that she must be punished for her sinful deeds. Will Polly submit to the preacher’s punishments to relieve herself of her wicked longings?
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POLLY COULDN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT SEX.
Every night dreams of her encounter with her doctor and his nurse haunted her with images of Bobbie’s glistening, pink sex bared before her and the sensation of Dr. Stillman’s cock filling her until she awoke in a sweaty tangle of sheets with her pussy drenched and throbbing. During the day flashbacks of her boss bending her over his desk left her clit so swollen and hard that it took all of her willpower not to slide her hand beneath her desk to soothe the desperate ache, and in the evenings when she went home the temptation to go across the street and beg her neighbor, Josh, for the relief she craved grew more overwhelming every day. The erotic desires which had been awakened inside her threatened to drown her in humiliation, and guilt haunted her like a malignant shadow.
It was bad enough that she kept using sex to get herself out of trouble like some little whore, but did she have to enjoy the way all these people had used her? What was wrong with her that she still dreamed about it, craved it? Any normal person would have been horrified, wouldn’t they? Yet whenever she turned her memories loose and relived those scenes her pussy trembled and her clit ached until she was ready to scream. It wasn’t right, couldn’t be right, and she hated herself each time she gave in and rubbed herself to an explosion of pleasure that was the only way to quiet the burning urge between her legs—at least for a while.
But of course it never satisfied her for long, and by the time a week had passed after her visit to the clinic Polly found herself considering going back and claiming she didn’t feel well in hopes that Dr. Stillman and Bobbie would be able to work her into their no doubt busy schedule. That was just crazy, though, and she simply couldn’t go on this way—too desperate to function or think straight and ready to put out any time that she got in a jam. There had to be an answer, a way out—something that would help her to say no and keep her hormones firmly under control.
She thought about it all day Saturday, ruthlessly suppressing every thought of sex that popped into her head so that she could concentrate, but nothing came to her and she began to worry that there simply wasn’t an answer and that this was going to be her life from now on. It wasn’t as though she had anyone she could talk to about her problem, either. She had no friends who were close enough that she would feel comfortable unburdening herself about something like this—her friends from high school had drifted away after graduation, work was very competitive and it was hard to get to know people when everyone spent their days with their headphones on, and she had been far too busy with work and studying to make any real friends at school. While there was always the option of seeking professional help, given what had happened the last time she saw a doctor the idea didn’t hold much appeal.