Erotic short. A man takes penance over the priest’s desk.

Johannes T. Evans


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1.8k, rated E, M/M. Featuring spanking, mild anal play, power dynamics, of course the priest aspect, age difference. Tiernan Borel and Marshall Mullen first appeared in Confession and Penance.

Tiernan smells the fresh polish on the walnut surface of Father Mullen’s desk, felt the cool weight of the wood under his palms. It’s a nice desk, antique — it had been here for seventy-five years longer than Father Mullen had, and would be here long after he was gone. It’s a comforting thought, the constancy of it, the continuing nature of the church and its contents.

Mullen’s hand makes contact with Tiernan’s backside with a resounding smack that echoes through the room, and Tiernan whimpers into his hands at the sudden heat of the blow and then the stinging pain that accompanies it. These, too, are an enduring and constant set of forces — discipline, punishment, and pain.

His cock is so hard it aches.

“Tell me,” Mullen orders him in his clear, quiet voice, and a burst of hot shame runs through him, shame that makes his balls feel tight and drawn up, makes his cock twitch and bob beneath him.

“Can’t I just — ”

The next blow comes down hard against his other cheek, and Tiernan chokes on air at the amount of strength Mullen manages to pack into the blow — how is it that a priest manages to keep such upper body strength? It’s different, somehow, receiving his punishment with the warmth of Mullen’s palm instead of his belt or some other instrument — it’s more intimate, warmer, and at the same time, so much more shameful.

His mother had never laid a hand on him, but his father had, he thinks — he distantly recalls over-the-knee spankings when he was far too young to understand what they were for and why he was getting them, let alone think about how he should or could change the behaviour that inspired them.

“This is the agreement, Tiernan,” Mullen says, and his hand slides smooth and warm, his fingers calloused, over the meat of Tiernan’s backside. His skin feels tender from the two recent blows, and fuck, but it’s been good going home from his confession with the sting following him, the heat lingering on his skin…



Johannes T. Evans

Gay trans man writing fantasy fiction, romance, and erotica. Big on LGBTQ and disability themes, plus occasional essays and analysis. He/him.