Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
He tells me to unbuckle my belt and slide my pants down. "Bend over, son." I obey.
"Christ received 39 lashes. We'll start you at 13. Count them out, one by one. If you miss one, we start over." He starts to spank me with his hand - hard. I count them. "One." Spank. "Two." Spank. "Three." I feel my ass heating up, the sting of each blow. I picture my skin reddening beneath his hand in the dim light of the church.
This may strike an uneasy chord with some folks - the intersection of desire and faith usually does - but it's a common role-play scenario fore folks with fetishes for religious imagery and ritual. This and other less-know fetishes don't get talked about enough. Shame keeps them behind closed doors.
Opinions among sociologists differ over at which point on our evolutionary timeline we learned to wield shame as such a powerful tool. No one denies the potency of shame in politics, religion, economics and every social institution you can think of. We feel shame the strongest in our sex lives. Most of grow up believing that desire operates according to certain triggers and rules - that arousal is formulaic and simple - and those those whose interests fall outside these boundaries are "abnormal" and "wrong."
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