*Just something I wrote quickly and off the cuff.*
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Ethelwyn sat in the dark confessional yet again, one more time in countless times before her, a routine part of her life these past thirty-two years in this, the year of our Lord 1389. Always the same.
Until today.
“Blessing upon you, my child,” murmured Father Othred in the chamber alongside her.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession,” she began.
“I am ready,” he said, waiting for the usual; a curse word, a fleeting,improper thought, a snack stolen from the evening meal’s preparation.
“Father, last week I committed the sin of adultery in my heart.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Go on?” he said, expecting nothing more than a sideways glance at the tavernkeeper or the like.
“Father, you know the new blacksmith within the town? The one arrived from Derryshire?”
“I do?”
“Well..,” she paused for a second, “I looked at him like a woman looks at a man.”
“I see?”
“And…and I did more than that! Many times I stole past his foundry – though I could have taken another path! – in order to gaze upon him. And…and I did more still!”
“Yes? Tell me, so I might purge your sin?”
“At night, while I lay with my husband, I imagined it was the *blacksmith* on top of me. Oh, I know it was wrong, but I could not help myself! In my heart, I pictured the more carnal acts with the innocent man, and that is my shame!”
Father Othred was silent for a moment. “You are aware, goodwife, that this is a most grievous sin? That in the eyes of our Lord the thought of the act is equal to the committing of the act?”
She cast her eyes down. “I am, Father, and I am sorry. I truly did not mean to sin,” and she began to cry.
“Yes, well, your words may claim that you did not, yet your actions show your heart’s true intent. If you are to purge your sin in the eyes of our Lord, we must castigate that which led you down the path towards Hell. Go now to the day nun,and ask her to take you to the Penitent’s Confessional. She will stay with you until I arrive.” She nodded, and gathered up her bible. “Go, now. I will attend you shortly.”
She left the booth and found the senior nun sitting in a front pew, deep in prayer. Ethelwyn relayed the priest’s instructions, and the nun nodded, stood, and brought Ethelwyn to a small room lit by a high window. The nun bid her stand in the center of the room, and took a chair by the door. Ethelwyn looked around at the room, bare granite blocks save for a narrow cabinet along one wall and a large basin of water along another. In silence, they waited.
After an hour or so, Father Othred entered and closed the door behind him. He paced around Ethelwyn, giving her a considering look as he did so. Then he stopped before the trembling figure and pointed at her. “So. You have fallen prey to the demon of Lust, have you? *Show* me, goodwife…where in you have you committed this sin?”
“In here,” she told him, clasping her hands over her heart. “My sin is in here.”
He shook his head. “No,” he told her, “in your heart you hold love, love for your husband, love for your children. Love for your parents, your siblings, and above all love for the Lord and his Church. No,” he said again, “it was not in your heart you committed this sin. Now show me…*where*, where have you sinned?”
“Father, I’m not certain what you mean…”
He shook his head sadly. “I see. Even now you hold sin within you, even as your words claim a desire for absolution. Do you *want* salvation, goodwife?” Shaking harder still at his words, she nodded. “Then *show* me your sin!”
Still she shook there, shaking, not understanding what he meant. He waited for her to move, then sighed and opened the cabinet, taking a long wooden cane from within. He went behind her, loosened the laces of her Sunday dress, and pulled it down off of her, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in her underclothes. “Not here!” he said, tapping her breasts with the cane, then pulling her topshirt up over her head, throwing it against the wall. “Here!” he said, pulling her smallclothes down roughly, his fingers raking through the hair at her waist, down to her ankles. “Here!” he said again, slapping the cane across her thatch. “Here is where you hold your sin! Here is where the demon Lust entered you and had his way with you! Is that not right?” he asked her sternly, and, crying, she nodded.
“Then what must we do?” he asked her. “We must ask the purity of God to drive out the demon of sin. We must let the sanctity of the church purify by touch what has been corrupted by the host of Hell. Sister Beatrice,” he motioned for the nun to stand, “please prepare this woman for absolution.”
The nun stood and moved to the basin, where she soaked Ethelwyn’s topshirt in the water. She then washed the woman’s breasts,waist, between her legs. She probed between them, and *tsk’d* at how dry she was. Methodically, she began to run her fingers along Ethelwyn, rubbing and teasing, fingers skilled at attending many a confessional, until she was could feel Ethelwyn become wet, slick, ready to receive the cleansing of the Lord.
“She is ready, Father,” Sister Beatrice told him, and returned to her chair. Nodding, he ran his hand along Ethelwyn himself, placing one finger, two, up inside of her and nodded again at the feel of her. “Yes, she is. Ethelwyn, are you ready to be purified within and without?” Wordlessly, she nodded. “Then receive God’s mercy.”
He walked her over to Sister Beatrice and bent her over the sister’s knees, having the nun take her arms in her hands. Then the priest lifted his robe, and entered her from behind, with every thrust uttering a prayer in a language Ethelwyn supposed was Latin but knew nothing of. The priest was rough, hard, and she began to cry again at the feeling of the priest within her. “It is all right to cry, goodwife,” he told her, “for what you are feeling is the demon being chastised by the power of God. Now,” he said, withdrawing, “turn around, and feel the glory of the Lord fill you.” He took a simple wooden cross from within the cabinet, and ran it along her chest, her breasts, her waist, between her legs, looked with satisfaction at the sheen at the base. He pushed her gently down to the cold floor, lay between her legs, and entered her once again. “Feel the chill of sin behind you with the warmth of the Church within you,” he murmured in her ear, moving within her. “Feel how the demon is no longer within, how the spirit of the Lord fills you completely.” His breath began to speed up, as did his hips upon her. “Feel the Church with in you, feel…feel,” and here his thrusts grew faster still, then a violent thrust up, up inside of her, almost to the edge of what she could handle, then sticky warmth down her thighs and bottom cheeks, “feel your sins be washed away.” He withdrew from within her, and another rush of sticky mercy ran down her thighs.
He stood. “Sister Beatrice, your duty, please?” She nodded, and he moved to her chair. “The expurgated sins must be cleansed by the church and only within the church,” he explained to Ethelwyn, as Sister Beatrice took him into her mouth, and cleaned him of both the Church’s absolution but the sins of Ethelwyn entwined upon him, sucking and licking until he went limp, the demon of Lust cast once again back into Hell.
Once he was cleansed, he handed Ethelwyn her shift and clothing, and bade her dress. “You have been expunged of all sin, and are pure once again in the eyes of the Lord. Go forth, goodwife, and sin no more.” And with that, she was left within the chamber to dress and go without into the village, pure with the cleansing of the Church drying upon her legs.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r4805f/the_absolution_of_ethelwyn_mf