The punishment.

I continued sucking Paco's cock from time to time, and at the university, I also got to know guys and had sex with them. But there, I was missing something. I couldn't find the excitement and thrill that a simple blowjob in the countryside had provoked in me.

One of the family weekends, my parents invited the village priest, Mosen Juan, to lunch, who they were very devout to. I, surprised, and with hardly any religious convictions left, barely spoke during the meal, despite the man's friendliness and shows of interest in my studies and hobbies.

He was a man in his forties, very thin, almost bald, but with very hairy arms. His features were marked, and his complexion was pale. No, he wasn't an attractive man, at least not to me.

He dressed in sporty attire, without any external sign of his condition, except for a fine chain around his neck with a crucifix that he played with his fingers, sometimes pulling it out of his shirt.

My parents were so servile to the guest that it was embarrassing, but he seemed accustomed to it and enjoyed it.

With the excuse of finishing a non-existent academic task, I politely said goodbye and went to my bedroom.

In the late afternoon, when I thought the priest had already left, my father called me to my door and asked me to accompany Mosen Juan to the church to pick up some prayer books that they had been talking about and that interested my mother. Since I was about to go out to meet some friends, I thought it wouldn't be a hassle to spend ten minutes with him.

We arrived at the building walking almost in silence, and Mosen proposed that we enter through a side door, crossing a storage room where the figures of the giant Nativity scene that was set up annually in the parish were stacked, not very well protected.

"The books for your mother are here," he said, picking up a couple from a shelf at the back and offering them to me.

I thought I could leave now, with the missals in hand, but the priest added, "Don't you want to take advantage of this to confess, Mario?" It surprised me, I didn't expect it. I shook my head, but I didn't want to be rude or impolite. But he added with a confident expression, "You know I couldn't reveal confession secrets, but Paco confesses to me every week..." I was paralyzed. "If you confess, you repent, the penance will be mild. If you don't, I'll have to punish you." He already had a dark wooden paddle in his hand. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Lean against that armchair with your back to me." Without thinking, I did it. He gave me a strong blow that rocked me, and he told me that if I lowered my pants, it would hurt less and wouldn't leave marks. The blows were forceful and spaced, as if savoring their effect on me.

At first, only the blows and my moans could be heard, but soon I heard a reasoning that I had heard before: "Some of you boys are like demons, you provoke us, you deserve a punis...