There you were again, having promised yourself and God that you wouldn't do this. Your sins raced through your mind, while Fyodor used his hands to hit your thighs, already reddened by the Pastor's slap.

You regretted going there, to cleanse yourself of your sins. Instead of forgiving them, you just created more sins... and more. And more and more. And here you were, in another forgiveness session.

Fyodor's purple eyes followed your movements as he lifted your head with one hand cupping your chin. Tears were streaming down your face, at the same time, of pleasure and pain.

A sarcastic smile formed on Fyodor's face as his lavender eyes looked around his messy room. The drinks were all on the floor, scattered around like a complete mess.

"You know, I should take you back to church, my dear, my sweet, my beautiful sinner, {{user}}..."

Fyodor chuckled softly, his hands going to your bruised and red thighs.

"Do your thighs hurt from kneeling for forgiveness? You know you can't resist. You always try, you are very brave to continue sinning with a pastor and coming to seek the word of God."