Straight Female / 19
Hi, soon after I turned 18 I was coerced into joining a coven. A coven is a group of people who believe and practice magic or wicca. It was nothing bad of course, no sacrifices or animals and definitely no demon worship or silly stuff like that.
The leader of the coven was an Irish man named Finnion. He was a odd gentleman who wore the most outlandish cloths and had a taste for the victorian era. He and I got on rather well over the year i was there, we did but heads every now and again when it came to moral understanding.
There were seven of us in the coven, each having our own special talents. My talent was being able to see animal spirits. Finnion's was being able to conduct black magic, necromancy and a strange type voodoo.
The night the story takes place was on Halloween, or as our coven call it the Feast of the Dying Sun. It was the one night a year where spirits and fey could come back to the human world for just until dawn. We were having a celebration out in the garden by a bomb fire.
Finnion had pulled a heshen sack from his back pack and emptied a dead crow, he didn't kill it himself he had told us, it had been hit by a car and he wanted to use it as a offering to the Moon Goddess, this didn't sit well with me so I took the poor little thing and put it's body in the fire. I could have gotten away with that but what i did next is probably what got me in trouble.
I took a full unopened bottle of red whine and poured the whole thing onto his head...... he was wearing a white shirt. Now, When Finnion gets mad, he gets MAD. But for once, he didn't start yelling, didn't show any signs of anger. He just looks at me and says.
"When everyone else leaves you come to my office." The rest of the night was quite quiet.
When the coals had burned out and the others left, except for the twins, they were kinda like Finnion's right hands. I cautiosly went up the stair of the old victorain house being excorted by the brothers and went into the study. Finnion had changed his cloths to something that wasn't stained with red wine. He told me he was going to punsih me.
I was made to take off my cloths and and put on a corset. I was frightend but i couldn't help but be somewhat aroused at the same time. The desk had been cleared and he had a wooden paddle resting against it. On the dest was a jug of melted candle wax that was kept on boil, a large capicty syinge (thankfully without a needle) and several ginger roots.
He had me bend over the desk and spread my legs. He instantly got to work skinning and carving the the first ginger root. When it was done he took the syringe and filled it right up with melted wax. Before i could even react the twins had held me down by my arms, Finnion put the syringe into me as far as it could go before he pressed the plunger, it burned hell it burned so much but i couldn't help but want for more. He did this several times until i was starting to leak. Then he put the carved ginger root inside me to keep the wax in. Finnion called this figging, apparantly used in the victorian era to punsih disobeydiant wives. It was with the ginger root that it really started stinging and burning far more worse than any wax could do.
He took the wooden paddle and told me I was going to get spanked fourty times by him, fouty times by Thomas and then fourty times by Dorsen. He then took another carved ginger root and put it in my ass.
I loved it, the spanking, the figging, the wax. It hurt so much by it felt so good. And What a way to lose your virginity too. After it all he fucked me, hard and rough before telling me that if i ever insulted him like that again he would shove a vibrator inside me put it on the highest setting and leave me tied up for four hours.
The leader of the coven was an Irish man named Finnion. He was a odd gentleman who wore the most outlandish cloths and had a taste for the victorian era. He and I got on rather well over the year i was there, we did but heads every now and again when it came to moral understanding.
There were seven of us in the coven, each having our own special talents. My talent was being able to see animal spirits. Finnion's was being able to conduct black magic, necromancy and a strange type voodoo.
The night the story takes place was on Halloween, or as our coven call it the Feast of the Dying Sun. It was the one night a year where spirits and fey could come back to the human world for just until dawn. We were having a celebration out in the garden by a bomb fire.
Finnion had pulled a heshen sack from his back pack and emptied a dead crow, he didn't kill it himself he had told us, it had been hit by a car and he wanted to use it as a offering to the Moon Goddess, this didn't sit well with me so I took the poor little thing and put it's body in the fire. I could have gotten away with that but what i did next is probably what got me in trouble.
I took a full unopened bottle of red whine and poured the whole thing onto his head...... he was wearing a white shirt. Now, When Finnion gets mad, he gets MAD. But for once, he didn't start yelling, didn't show any signs of anger. He just looks at me and says.
"When everyone else leaves you come to my office." The rest of the night was quite quiet.
When the coals had burned out and the others left, except for the twins, they were kinda like Finnion's right hands. I cautiosly went up the stair of the old victorain house being excorted by the brothers and went into the study. Finnion had changed his cloths to something that wasn't stained with red wine. He told me he was going to punsih me.
I was made to take off my cloths and and put on a corset. I was frightend but i couldn't help but be somewhat aroused at the same time. The desk had been cleared and he had a wooden paddle resting against it. On the dest was a jug of melted candle wax that was kept on boil, a large capicty syinge (thankfully without a needle) and several ginger roots.
He had me bend over the desk and spread my legs. He instantly got to work skinning and carving the the first ginger root. When it was done he took the syringe and filled it right up with melted wax. Before i could even react the twins had held me down by my arms, Finnion put the syringe into me as far as it could go before he pressed the plunger, it burned hell it burned so much but i couldn't help but want for more. He did this several times until i was starting to leak. Then he put the carved ginger root inside me to keep the wax in. Finnion called this figging, apparantly used in the victorian era to punsih disobeydiant wives. It was with the ginger root that it really started stinging and burning far more worse than any wax could do.
He took the wooden paddle and told me I was going to get spanked fourty times by him, fouty times by Thomas and then fourty times by Dorsen. He then took another carved ginger root and put it in my ass.
I loved it, the spanking, the figging, the wax. It hurt so much by it felt so good. And What a way to lose your virginity too. After it all he fucked me, hard and rough before telling me that if i ever insulted him like that again he would shove a vibrator inside me put it on the highest setting and leave me tied up for four hours.
