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I felt a shameful pull deep in my belly.

“Take this, in remembrance,” Rhyder said, and his hand landed on my ass.

It was a light smack, his fingers sliding between my cheeks for a second before bringing them back up again.

Hell, I didn’t even know his handcouldspank me that lightly.

The shameful squirmy feeling deep inside me twisted again, wet between my thighs.

He raised his hand and spanked me again, another light smack that barely singed my ass.

And I felt the disapproval of the Congregation, felt it like a horrified tingle down my spine.

My brother’s cock was fucking hard as a rock, his breathing catching now, loud and heavy in his throat.

This was not how a whore was supposed to receive Spiritual Guidance

I felt so fucking frightened there were trickles of sweat going down the back of my neck, dripping down my sides.

Was there any point in pretending he was hurting me?

Not with how light his blows sounded, how they barely touched my ass with little barely-there pops.

And before I knew it, my panties were up covering my wet pussy and he sat me up, dragging my cunt across his thigh.

“Wil you do better about memorizing more of the Holy Words?” he asked, and I nodded.

Then he set me on my feet and stood up, his huge hard cock extremely visible in his khaki work pants.

“You may return to your place,” the Prophet said, but he darted another glance at me, his piggy eyes narrowing as he stroked his straggly yellow-gray beard.

This wasn’t over

After we had been dismissed, Rhyder’s hand was on the back of my neck, guiding me with firm pressure outside the circle, away from the staring eyes and hard looks.

But when he flipped me around and pressed me up against a thick tree just outside the camp, his impatient fingers lifting up both edges of my skirt, I saw Generosity’s face over his shoulder.

Her eyes burned into mine, her lips curving downward in an angry, jealous frown.

Rhyder had never given even the slightest shit about her.

My stomach wrenched. I remembered it so well.

Generosity had always been the prettiest girl in our Congregation, and as such, she clearly believed Rhyder was her birthright.

Health and fitness was prized in our Congregation, and she was strong and hearty, while I was small and weak.

I remembered one time we had all been fishing on the banks, my knees almost knocking together with the spring chill, shivering as my heavy wet skirt dragged me down. We couldn’t hitch our long dresses up because it would be immodest to.

Generosity was strong and quick, scooping up so many fish in her basket, while my frigid fingers seemed to slip past every fish.

She and her friend Prepared snickered at me.

“How many have you gotten, Temperance?”

My shoulders slumped as I looked at the one measly grandfatherly fish I had managed to catch.

I knew I was a drag on the Congregation