FATHER PHILLIP, THE CONFESSOR

BY CHARLES DODGSON

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, and
unintentional.

Part 1

As Jane Patterson, age nine, backed down the steps from her top
bunk bed at her boarding school to the floor, dressed in her
night clothes, a white see through short teddy nightgown, her
lower bunkmate, one of the four girls sleeping in the room, and
still in her bed, laughed.

"You didn't wear panties again did you? I can see your little
cuny. Been jillin again?" Ten year old Jennifer laughed.

"So what if I don't wear panties to bed? You girls all masturbate
too." Jane said defensively.

"We do?" Eight year old Laura from the other top bunk bed asked
in mock seriousness.

"We ought to have a jilling party some night." The fourth girl,
nine year old Maria said from her bed. "It's fun when you do it
together, do each other."

"How would you know?" Jennifer asked.

"I know, that's all." Maria said not wanting to get into it right
then.

Jane went into the bathroom, closing the door, and brushed her
teeth, and took a quick shower, keeping her hair dry. Afterwards
she brushed her long dark hair carefully, and looked in the
mirror at her little girl cunt area, her vulva, her mound, her
slit. It seemed long for her age, and somewhat longer than she
had seen on the others girls at the school from time to time. Her
vulva was slightly puffy all around her pussy lips and just above
the top of her girlcleft. Jane's preteen slit was slightly parted
and her clit peeked out of her slit near the top. She loved to
masturbate. Maybe that's why her clit stuck out. It felt so good!
But she knew it was wrong, was a sin, and she shouldn't do it.
Jane really tried not to, but at least once a week, and usually
3-4 times a week she just had to release all that built up
pressure, strong erotic feelings she had, and masturbate to a
nice cum. Sometimes she thought about Father Phillip, imagining
him naked, but tried not too. He was her priest. That was wicked!

Jane knew she was a pretty girl, about four nine, and 65 pounds,
slender, but athletic, with a flat stomach, medium length brown
hair in a paige boy style with full bangs over her eyes, large
brown deep eyes, a full mouth, with medium thin lips, and
sparkling white teeth. Her chest was flat, but her little nipples
were pink and seemed to be just starting to poke out a little.
She had a fair complexion, and a light tan.

Jane put a towel around her, and returned to the room where the
girls were all still in bed, and decided to just put her school
outfit on there in front of the girls and they could watch if
they wanted. She didn't care. Jane got a clean skirt from the
closet, and dropped her towel and quickly stepped into the tiny
skirt, zipped the side zipper and buttoned the button at the top.

The girls were all required to wear the same school outfit. The
skirts were very short, light green and white, pleated, plaid
skirts. The little skirts came about a third of the way down
their thighs, maybe less, and sat low on their hips. They had a
center band of light green plaid, and light green stripes running
vertically down the pleats. They had to wear white blouses. They
too were short, coming down just past their rib cage, exposing
several inches of skin between the hem of the blouse and the top
of their skirts. In an attempt at modesty, the blouse buttoned at
the top, but the connectors running down the center of the blouse
were loops of fabric that looped over buttons. On the left side
of the blouse was the St. Margaret's school logo in maroon and a
cross.

The girls were also required to wear translucent white thigh high
stockings that came up on their thighs to just an inch, maybe a
little more, shy of the hem of their short skirts exposing a few
inches of bare skin while standing, and much more usually when
they were sitting down. The stockings ended at the top with a
band of lace, which only served to draw attention to just how
short the little skirts were.

Since it was an all girls school the sisters didn't care whether
the girls wore bras, and only a very few actually needed them.
The Catholic boarding school she was at was an all girls school
for girls from the third to the sixth grade. The school was
located on a spacious and very private 200 acres of rolling hills
along the coast north of Santa Barbara in the quiet and secluded
community of San Angeles, California.

She then got a clean blouse, just back from the cleaners off a
hanger and put it on, looking at herself in the mirror. The
little blouse came down just below her nipples, and since the
little skirt rode low on her hips you could see lots of her flat
stomach, and her belly button, an "inny." The outfit was sexy all
right.

"Don't forget your panties." Jennifer giggled.

"I won't."

"Going to confession with Father Phillip? That why you're up
early?" Jennifer asked as she continued to giggle, as did all the
girls.

"Yes. You know it's good to go to confession." She said feeling
embarrassed.

"Especially if you have something to confess!" Maria laughed.

"And you girl's don't?" Jane shot back.

"Now don't get upset. We're just kidding, you know. Father
Phillip is so handsome! Who wouldn't want to go to confession
with him. I just wish they didn't have the divider in the
confessional booth, so..." Jennifer said, as they all squealed in
laughter, including Jane. Jane felt better now.

Jane then looked in her drawer for a nice pair of panties to
wear. That was the one garment that was not prescribed, other
than you had to wear panties. They could be sexy, or not, again
because it was an all girls' school. Some of the girls had a
credit card their parents let them have and ordered sexy panties
over the Internet for themselves and for selling to the other
girls. Almost all the girls wore sexy panties. Jane chose a tiny
pair of white bikini panties made of very stretchy thin material,
and pulled them on tight, glancing at herself quickly in the
mirror, and seeing it outlined her little slit perfectly, almost
like she didn't have any panties on.

"Father Phillip will love those panties, Jane. Be sure to show
them to him!" Little eight year old Laura joked.

Jane laughed too, and headed out of her room and down the stairs
out of her dorm room. It was a little walk to the small chapel on
the far corner of the big quad. Just before she entered the
chapel she smoothed down her little green and white plaid skirt,
and pulled her white thigh high stockings up. As Jane opened the
front door, another girl walked past her. She must have been the
first for confession. It was just a little after six fifteen.
Mass was at seven, and breakfast started at seven thirty in the
school's cafeteria. No one else was in the chapel. She saw Father
Phillip dressed only in his alb vestment, the long white ankle
length tunic or robe, held together with a cinture, a thick white
rope. Phillip was wearing his black long pants under the alb. He
was so handsome, so young! Father Phillip was 34, of Italian
ancestry, with a dark complexion, a shock of thick, jet black
hair, and mesmerizing deep blue eyes, around five ten, and 170
pounds, and dazzling white teeth. He looked powerful and strong,
and very masculine. He had a wonderful broad smile. Jane wondered
how he could be a priest. He could be a movie star.

Father Phillip was also the resident dorm proctor/monitor at her
dorm, together with postulant sister Lolita who was just 18 who
lived in the apartment next to Father Phillip on the first floor.
All the girls lived on the second floor in four girl rooms.

"Good morning, Jane. You're here early. For confession, or just
to flirt with me? He joked.

Jane didn't miss his quick look at her body, especially at her
short micro-skirt and her flat nude belly, and the few inches of
exposed bare skin on her upper thighs between the lace tops of
her thigh highs, and the hem of her micro-skirt. Jane smiled
broadly and looked deep into his eyes, as Father Phillip also
looked deep into her eyes and smiled. She felt a little erotic
twinge in her pussy as they held each other's eyes for what
seemed a long time, but was probably just a few seconds.

"Both?" Jane joked back.

"We're alone. Shall we start with the confessional booth?" Father
Phillip asked, a little nervously as he walked toward it, and
gestured towards it with his hand. He knew he was the one
flirting, not nine year old Jane.

Confession, although encouraged for the grade school age girls
was not required. The sacrament of penance, known as confession,
was required before communion, the Holy Eucharist, if a girl had
committed a mortal sin, like masturbation, or a sex act with
another girl, or girls. First communion, and first confession
took place at age seven, the age of reason, the Church said, the
age when the child knows right from wrong. The age of discretion
was 12, and that was when confirmation took place. A few of the
girls had confessed to masturbation to him, one in particular
many times, seeming to enjoy telling him about all the details.
Well, he did enjoy it. Little girls and sex! A whole new world
had opened to Father Phillip at St. Margaret's.

Oh, my! My! My! My! He thought. Jane is such a pretty little
girl, no beautiful. And those little outfits the girls all wore.
God, help me, please! It seemed all he thought about was sex
these days. He wondered if she was wearing sexy little panties as
many of the girls wore. Few of them seemed to care whether he
could look up their short skirts in class, some even flashed him,
he was sure of that. They wanted to tease him. The little vixens.
Suddenly he just wanted to lift Jane's little skirt up and kiss
her panties, and kiss her and kiss her and kiss her down there!
Hold her little pussy tight to his mouth, drink her in. Gotta get
hold of myself, he thought. Must cleanse my mind of these impure
thoughts. Must!

Father Phillip had little experience with women. He attended an
all boys military prep school for his high school, and while a
sophomore in high school felt the calling to be a priest.
Although he got his university degree from Notre Dame, he was so
caught up in the religious life of the university he had no
romantic dates, or relationships of any kind. Then it was off to
an all male, of course, Catholic Jesuit seminary for three years,
where he excelled academically in philosophy. He stayed on as a
teacher after graduation and admittance to the priesthood for
nearly nine years at the seminary, and in the process got his PhD
in theology. Finally Father Phillip decided he needed pastoral
experience as a parish priest, or other similar experience. The
job as confessor and daily celebrant at St. Margaret's School For
Girls came up about six months earlier, as the then holder of the
position, Father O'Brien, was old and wanted to retire. After a
couple of months, about four months ago he was on his own.

Phillip remembered Father O'Brien warning him repeatedly, that
his vow of celibacy would be tested repeatedly by the little
girls and by women in general he came into contact with. They
would know he was a priest, know of his celibacy vow, and would
test him, thinking if they got him to give in, even a little, it
would prove their feminine wiles. Even the little girls would do
this. Others just though it was safe to flirt sexually with a
priest as nothing would happen. Something about the feminine
character, Father O'Brien said. Phillip thought little of his
warnings at the time, and thought he was much too strong to even
be tempted, but now he knew he could, and was sorely tempted. Sex
was truly a powerful force. The Devil, through the little girls,
was tempting him. He had to resist!

They each lifted the full curtain out of the way, entered their
side of the confessional booth, pulled the curtain shut and sat
down. About half way up separating the two halves it was solid
wood. The remaining half, to the top consisted of wide wooden
slats in a cross hatch pattern. Father Phillip could see if
someone was on the other half but not make out much detail. The
same for Jane.

"Bless me Father for I have sinned. It's been...two weeks since
my last confession."

"Bless you my child in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy
Ghost." Father Phillip said as he made the sign of the cross
towards Jane.

"I..I..." Jane was feeling so embarrassed about what she was
about to confess to Father Phillip about. "I have sinned by
playing with myself, by masturbating father." She finally said
with great relief. Now it was out.

Jane masturbating. Oh, my! Oh! It was not all that big a
surprise, as he had heard such confessions before, but Jane was
special, very special. This only enhanced his already erotic
feelings.

"How many times child?"

"I've never confessed to masturbating before, Father. I know I
should have, but many, many times. I started when I was seven."

Father Phillip now wanted to hear all the details. It was so
erotic to hear the nine year old preteen girl talk about
masturbating.

"How did you start?"

"One of my girlfriends showed me how to do it. She told me that
rubbing myself down there would feel real good. We were alone,
and we took off our little panties, and she showed me her clit,
and me my clit. Then we rubbed ourselves, and each other, and
kissed too." Jane said now loving telling Father Phillip all this
in the semi-dark confessional booth where she couldn't see his
face, but knew he was very close to her. She reached under her
short skirt and ran her fingers over her slit, and her clit on
the outside of her tiny tight panties, feeling a tremendous
erotic thrill as she remembered the times she had with her
girlfriend.

"Did you like to have your girlfriend touch you, kiss you."
Father asked as he felt his dick grow.

"Oh, yes, Father, and after awhile we licked each other too,
licked each other's puss.. Ah...vaginas. I loved it Father. It
felt so good to be licked. I knew it was a sin, a mortal sin,
but...I couldn't stop myself."

"A sin that is a compulsion, a habitual strong habit, is,
well...less sinful." Phillip said, trying to lessen the guilt of
the little girl. He knew all of the theological arguments against
masturbation, homosexuality, but they were always very difficult
to him to accept. He was a younger priest, only 34, and a product
of his generation. These activities brought pleasure to the
little girls, and harmed no one. Ohhhh, he wanted to hear more.

"Did you do this often?"

"A lot, every chance we could, until she moved away, about a year
ago. Then I just masturbated a lot."

"You're very young child. Do you orgasm? Do you know what that
word means?"

"Yes, Father. It means cum, if I can use that word. Yes, I cum,
and can cum hard, have a big cum, big orgasm." By now Jane had
her hand in her panties and was rubbing her clit, getting hotter
and hotter.

Father Phillip had a nearly full erection. He tried not to
masturbate, but he just had to release the pressure from time to
time. But it had been two weeks since he last masturbated, and he
was very turned on now.

"Do you masturbate with any of the other girls here at the
school?"

"I've only been here at the school two months, Father Phillip.
Not ye...Ah...no."

"Do you want to?"

"I know I shouldn't"

"What do you think of when you masturbate?"

"Boys, men, girls, french kissing, dic...ah, a man's penis all
hard and erect and dripping, you know, sex."

"Have you been with a boy or a man?"

"With a boy, a few times. My girlfriend's brother. He was 11."

"Did you have intercourse?"

"Not really, but close. We just fooled around. No sex."

Phillip knew the vernacular, sex meant having intercourse,
everything else was fooling around. Some fooling around. Ha! He
started to rub his hard dick head feeling exquisite pleasure.

"Then you like boys, men?"

"Oh yes, Father, very much. And girls too."

"Good...I mean it's good you like boys."

There was a brief silence as Phillip thought about what to ask
next. He heard Jane breathing harder, Fand some soft moans. She
was masturbating! Oh, wow! He rubbed his own dick more, feeling
himself get near a climax. Should he say anything about it. Tell
her it's OK, in the confessional booth?

"You love masturbating, don't you, Jane."

"Umm...ahh...Yes, Father, I love it. I'm...sorry."

"You shouldn't leave here frustrated. I know it feels so good to
you. What are you thinking about, Jane?"

"You..You, Father Phillip. You're so handsome, and strong and so
much a man. I..fantasize about you...ahhh...ohh."

Phillip was breathing much deeper now, very deep. He was about to
cum. "Umm...I understand child. It's all right. Uhh..."

Jane couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Father Phillip
masturbating? No, couldn't be.

"What are your panties like that you're wearing?"

"Little tiny see through white bikini panties, Father. I wore
them for you Father Phillip. You can see my little slit. I want
you to see my little slit Father Phillip, I want you to lick it."

"Oh, child, child, I want to lick you so bad, hold you tight,
kiss you all over, again and again. You're so beautiful, so
beautiful."

"I want you to father Phillip, I want you to. I want to lick your
dick, make it cum, make it spurt, have your dick inside me.
Oh...yes...yes."

"Oh...ah....Lick! Lick! Lick!" Father Phillip cried out as he had
a huge orgasm as he shot wad after wad of hot cum inside his
pants.

"Yes, lick me, lick me, lick me, Father
Phillip...ahhh...eeee...ah...." Jane called out trying to be as
quiet as possible as she too had a hard cum, a big cum, a very
big orgasm.

They were both quiet as their orgasms subsided. They could hear
no noise in the chapel. Thank God for that, Phillip thought. He
was momentarily at a complete loss as to what to do. How could he
have let this happen.? What damage was he doing to the little
girl. He was the priest.

"I'm...I'm so sorry. Priests are humans too. We sin, we fail. I
failed you, Jane. I'm so sorry, so sorry."

"Father, Father, you didn't fail me. Not at all. Knowing you feel
as I do, do what I do, releases all this guilt that bothers me
so. In my heart I know it's not wrong. But who am I? A little
girl. If the Church says it's wrong, it must be wrong. More than
wrong, a mortal sin. Eternal damnation. But it's not. You can't
think it's wrong, a sin, a mortal sin where you rot in hell for
all eternity because you made yourself feel good, unless the
priest gives you absolution, or God forgives you. You don't hurt
anyone, only give yourself pleasure. How can that be a sin?"

"You are so wise beyond your years, Jane, so wise. I wish I was
your real father, I wish we could be together."

"We are now, sort of."

"Yes, sort of."

"My father spanks me sometimes when I've been bad, you know on my
bare butt with his open hand after he pulls down my panties, and
puts me over his lap. He'll spank me a few times, then rub me all
around, on my butt, my thighs, and everywhere...down there, then
more spanks, then more soft touches. After he rubs lotion all
over my red butt...and all around to make it feel good. He spanks
me pretty hard. It hurts, but...you know the rubbing then the
spanking...it...it gets me very excited. I can feel my dad get
hard too. The school allows teachers, like you are too, to spank
us. Father Phillip, maybe as penance, as part of the sacrament of
penance for all I've confessed to, you could spank me. You could
order that as a penance, couldn't you Father? Could you, would
you, Father Phillip, please. I'd love you to spank me like my
daddy does. Maybe after dinner when the girls are studying, or
watching TV in the day room, I could come to your apartment
downstairs, and you could spank me...and rub me and make it all
better?"

Oh, Heavenly God,, I am so weak I cannot resist. Phillip said to
himself as he felt his dick growing again. He knew he was a mess.
Thankfully it was in his pants, and under his robe, his white
alb. Those times with her natural father sounded like much more
than a spanking, a lot more. Oh! The chance to have Jane on his
lap, her butt all bare, to rub her, caress her everywhere all
over that most delicious part of her body, ohhhhhh! Maybe he
could kiss her all over down there to make it better afterwards,
all over.

"Umm...Yes, Jane. A nice spanking. All right, yes. About 6:30?"

"Yes!" Jane almost screamed with Joy.

"Uhh...let's finish your confession."

"Are you sincerely sorrowful for your sins, child?"

"Yes, Father, truly. For these sins and all the sins of my life I
am truly sorry. I..ah, let's see. I know an act of contrition. O
my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I
detest all of my sins because of Thy just punishments. But most
of all because they offend Thee my God, who art all good and
deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy
grace, to sin no more, and to avoid the near occ..casions of sin.
Amen"

"As penance, child, my dear sweet, beautiful, Jane, say 10, no 20
Hail Mary's, ah...help me around the chapel when you can over the
next week, and...and voluntarily submit to a spanking in my
apartment at 6:30 tonight."

"Yes, Father Phillip, my handsome man, my awesome man, I will do
all those things you ask as penance. Can I be an atar girl for
you father?"

"I'd love it if you were! That's not part of your penance, to be
an altar girl. That wouldn't be proper. Uh...And wear your school
girl outfit tonight and the panties you're now wearing.
Ah..that's not penance..it's.."

"Yes, Father Phillip, just for you, and I'll be all fresh
showered and clean for you, so you can do just what you told
me...lick..do whatever you want with me, Father Phillip."

Oh, my God! Dear sweet Jesus! Oh my God! What are you doing.
Phillip thought. He wouldn't turn back, he knew.

"Uhh...you are the sweetest child. Hard to concentrate. Let's
see....You...you know an act of contrition, well I know an
absolution. We do need God's grace. Here it is. God the Father of
mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son, has
reconciled the world to himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us
for the forgiveness of sins; through the ministry of the Church
may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your
sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy
Spirit," Father Phillip said with sincerity as he made the sign
of the cross towards Jane.

"Go forth and sin no more, child."

"Except with you, Father!" Jane laughed. She couldn't help
herself as she giggled joined by the good, but extremely turned
on Father Phillip.

Was Jane the Devil in disguise? So be it. He smiled, then joined
Jane in laughter. He felt so alive, more so than he ever had. He
could no more not be with this little girl, Jane, than he could
not breathe.

They both stepped out of the confessional, and seeing no one
around Father gave Jane a big hug and a quick kiss on her
luscious lips, both of which the little girl returned eagerly.
They were divine lips. God must have sent them to him, right? She
couldn't be the devil. Right? They separated, and stood there,
Father Phillip looking down at the little in her eyes, as she
gazed at him adoringly. They each held the other's hand, Jane's
right hand with Father's left hand. They were silent. Then they
heard the chapel door open and two of the teaching sisters came
in for confession. Jane reluctantly let Father Phillip's hand go
and said a silent good by to him, and he to her, with a slight
purse of his lips in a silent kiss. Jane walked out of the chapel
and took a walk around the grounds, not wanting to sit in the
chapel and wait for Mass to begin.

Father Phillip heard the two sister's confessions, and several
more sister's confessions, and two more girls, sixth graders. No
more masturbators though. He went into the back and two of the
altar girls, Linda, and Juliet, both third graders, and both age
eight, were already there and in their vestments. Nuts, Father
thought, he wanted to see them put on their vestments. Pope
Phillip Paul II allowed girls to serve at the altar beginning in
1994, but some American churches had started the practice
earlier. The girls, finished putting his vestments on for Holy
Communion, the black cassock, the white short surplice, and the
stole, now green for the current church season, and the heavy
chasuble over everything.

As Mass started he saw Jane in the front row smiling broadly at
him, her joyful eyes sparkling. He struggled through the quick
Mass and was glad when it was over. Jane went to the dining room
for breakfast, and soon saw Father Phillip join the teaching
sisters for breakfast too. He saw Jane as well, but didn't want
to show any favoritism towards her by sitting with her for
breakfast.

Father Phillip had about an hour before his first class. Jane
wasn't in the class. He knew that the reason Jane wanted him to
spank her was that it was somehow sexual for her, at least the
experiences she had with her dad. It had to be all that
caressing. The school allowed corporal punishment in the
classroom if it was warranted, primarily for a student disrupting
the class. He could spank a girl on her bare bottom in front of
the class. They used to use paddles, but now only a teacher's
bare hand was allowed.

The teachers could also use restraints, although, as far as he
knew they hadn't been used for some time. They were in a locked
drawer of each teacher's desk in each classroom. Father O'Brien
had showed them to him one day, and his eyes sparkled as he
handled them with reverence. Father Phillip wondered why at the
time, but he knew now. The little girls must surely have excited
Father O'Brien too. There were fleece lined leather wrist cuffs
and ankle cuffs, an adjustable thigh spreader (an 18 inch
adjustable bar) with swivel mounted thigh cuffs, and various
lengths of soft nylon rope. Father O'Brien said he had used them
to good effect several times when he caught a little girl
masturbating to humiliate her. He'd have her sit in one of the
straight back wooden chairs at the front of the classroom. He'd
have the little girl take her panties off and pull her little
skirt way up so all the class could see her little hairless
pussy. Then he would attach the thigh spreader to her thighs,
spreading them very wide so the little vixen could not close her
legs, and tie her arms behind the chair using the wrist cuffs,
and tie her ankles to the legs of the chair. The little girl
would have to sit there for half a day, all tied up, and exposed
to the class. Some of the bolder little girls would ask their
classmates to masturbate her. He asked Father O'Brien if he
allowed that, but Father O'Brien did not want to talk about it,
just mumbling that sexual little girls are agents of the Devil,
and can and will lead "you" astray. Just picturing this was so
hot to Phillip, so hot!! Although he could use other techniques,
it was recommended that he place the straight back chair beside
his desk at the front of the classroom in front of his desk, and
have the student stand in front of the chair and bend over it,
leaning down with her forearms and elbows flat on the chair
bottom so she could hold on to the side of the back of the chair.
She should spread her legs wide, and he could pull her panties
down to her knees if he wanted. Even better would be to attach
the wrist cuffs and tie her hands together as additional
discipline. In such a position the girls butt was stuck up high
in the air and exposed to all the other students. Pulling the
panties down had been the rule for a long time. Father Phillip
wondered if it applied to a priest, a man. Priests in the
Catholic church were all men, of course. After the spanking the
teacher was supposed to hug her and forgive her.

Phillip figured if he did spank a girl, although he had never
done so, he could roll his office desk chair to the girl's side
so his head would be about even with her butt. He then could
spank her hard enough on her buttocks with his hand to get her
attention, but not hard enough to hurt her. The school thought
the humiliation of being spanked before her classmates would be
nearly all the punishment, discipline the girl would need, and
downplayed the temporary mild pain inflicted. Father Phillip had
never spanked a girl in his class, but this sounded like it could
be very erotic. He wanted to try it out before being with Jane
alone later that day.

Phillip returned to his apartment, and went on the Internet to
find out about spanking. He found a site about sensuous spanking.
They said to leave the panties on at the start, and to first
gently massage all around the girl's butt, inner thighs, between
her legs, and especially on her clit, but in her panty covered
clit, all to get her sexually excited. Then to begin the spanking
gently with a few slaps at a time, followed by more massage, and
fondling. Then when the girl was sufficiently excited he should
pull her panties down around her ankles. This would go on like
this with the slaps becoming harder, until finally the girl
should orgasm. Phillip also found a scientific article that said
little girls could orgasm from spanking and that when they did
they often learned to be bad so they could be spanked. All this
excited him more than ever. How was he going to caress a girl's
thighs, butt, etc. as part of spanking? Maybe spank her
privately? No the rules specifically said to do it publicly in
class. Well, maybe he could think of something. Phillip was so
excited by this he could hardly wait for his class.

He was teaching creative writing for fifth graders, mostly ten
year old girls. It was supposed to teach them to be creative in
writing stories, and also he was able to work on their English
and grammar at the same time. It was an elective class and he had
12 little girls, including Jennifer, Jane's roommate. Class size
was small for all classes at the school, and 12 students was the
limit on class size. A number of girls who wanted to get in his
class couldn't. They limited the size based on grade point
average, so he had a group of pretty bright girls.

There were always a couple of girls who acted up a little, talked
in class when they shouldn't and so forth. He figured it wouldn't
be too difficult to find a violation of rules sufficient for a
spanking. Whether or not to spank for a rules violation was left
up to the teacher. He had the girls make a circle of their school
desks to make it easier for everyone to see each other, and for
him to look at the girls legs, and up their micro skirts when he
could. At least half the girls would flash him in the class,
boldly flash him, not caring the other girls saw it and knew what
she was doing.

Father Phillip wore his standard everyday clothes, a black suit,
black shirt, his clerical collar and black shoes. He wore loose
boxer shorts under his pants. He knew he'd have an erection, and
didn't care if the girls saw it. They were a randy bunch, he was
sure, and would enjoy seeing it, in fact had already seen it on a
number of times as the girls always got him excited. When they
saw it they would whisper to one another and giggle. Their school
outfits were so sexy! And their sexy little panties had been
driving him wild for months and months.

He got to his class a little early, and a couple of the girls
were there. They all re- arranged the school desk chairs in a
circle. He rolled his office desk chair to in front of his desk.
Soon the other girls filed in, and sat at their chairs. One girl
was always flashing him, flirting with him. It was little Be'Be,
a Vietnamese girl, only nine, American born. She was very bright
and had skipped a grade. Her name meant baby doll, and was
pronounced "Bee Bee." but most everyone called her Baby,
including Father. She always sat opposite Father Phillip, and
spread her legs wide, making sure her micro-skirt rode up on her
thighs far enough to expose her panties and full crotch to Father
Phillip, then, seemingly nervously, Baby would bring her legs
together, and apart, together and apart, teasing him, he was
sure.

She had a beautiful face, slightly tanned, olive tinged smooth
skin, medium lips on a large mouth, slightly almond shaped eyes,
and a cute little nose. Be'Be wore her hairin braided pig tails
always, and bangs, which was particularly alluring to Phillip.
She was about four four or five and 60-65 pounds, slender, but
athletic looking, not thin. She had flashing dark eyes and always
seemed to know what he was thinking, looking at him knowingly.
She also talked in class to her friends sometimes, while he was
lecturing, an infraction that could be punished with spanking.
Yes! She'd be the one.

Phillip sat in his reclining office desk chair that he had out in
front of his desk and looked around the room at the girls,
pausing at Be'Be who had her legs spread as usual. She looked in
his eyes. Her eyes were twinkling with silent mirth, like she was
sharing some naughty secret with him, and maybe she was. She was
wearing her school outfit, of course, the white thigh highs, and
micro-skirt, green and white plaid, and the short white blouse
exposing so much lovely skin. Be'Be was opening and closing her
legs, spreading them wide, then all the way together. Today she
was wearing what appeared to be red thong panties, as all he
could see was just a little triangle of light translucent red
covering her pussy, her little preteen cunt. That secret
delicious place, so forbidden to males, especially adult men. As
Phillip stared he thought he could see her slit. God! She was so
sexy, so erotic to him. He could hardly take his eyes off her.

"Ahh...class, have any of you finished your next story?"

Sally raised her hand. "I've got a few pages done, Father."

"Good! What's your story about?"

"Sailor Moon. You know Japanese anime, cartoon. The girls all
wear short skirts like we do, and have magical powers."

"That sounds like fun. Please read it for us." There was a slight
stifled laughter in the class. "Now, I've warned you girls. Every
girl here is to be treated with respect. Sally may become a rich
science fiction writer. Some science fiction writers are highly
respected, Clark, Asimov, and others." The class quieted down and
Sally started to read.

After a couple of minutes Father Phillip noticed Be'Be whispering
to the girl next to her.

"Just a minute Sally. Be'Be, I've warned you before about talking
when I'm talking, or when one of the girls is reading her story."

"I was just whispering, Father." Be'Be replied, still smiling, no
smirking. "That's very disruptive to the class, Be'Be, Baby, very
disruptive, and after warning you many times. Maybe a spanking
would help you remember."

"A spanking? You've never spanked any of us before." Be'Be said
in surprise.

"What do you think class?"

"Spank her! Spank her!" They all shouted out in glee. They all
wanted to see Father spank one of the girls. Of course, no girl
individually wanted to be spanked. They had all talked among
themselves and knew Father Phillip looked up their skirts when he
could, and most liked that, and they had seen the bulge in his
pants many times. They knew he got excited around them. Now he
could pull Baby's panties down and spank her bare butt with his
hand, and they'd all see it perfectly. She's have her bare butt
way up in the air. Would he do it hard? Would she cry? It was so
exciting to them all.

Baby, thinking this could be fun, as long as he didn't spank her
too hard, and wanting to flirt with Father before the other
girls, got up and walked towards Father Phillip, standing in
front of him saucily, with one hip stuck out, and her hand
resting on it. She cocked her head.

"I'm ready to be spanked, Father. I've been a naughty, naughty
girl." The nine year old said.

"Yes, you have." Father Phillip said seriously as he stood up,
his nearly hard erection clearly visible under his pants, and
rolled his office desk chair out and away, and got the straight
back regular chair and put it in its place with the back on the
outside of the circle. The girls closest to him moved their
school chairs a little away, still keeping the circle of chairs.

"You ever spanked a girl before, Father?" Baby asked
flirtatiously.

Father Phillip got red. Baby was so bold, treating it as kind of
a joke.

"Ahh...No, but I'm sure I can figure it out." He laughed and all
the class, including Baby laughed loudly with him. Phillip took
off his coat and neatly folded it, and put it in the seat of the
chair.

"That will be comfortable for you. I think you know the drill.
Get in front of the straight back chair, spread your legs, lean
over. Rest your elbows and forearms on the seat of the chair, and
hold onto the sides of the back of the chair." Father Phillip
said as he sat in his office chair and swivelled it around so his
head was going to be nearly even with the preteen's luscious
butt.

"Aren't you going to take my panties off?" Baby asked now getting
nervous but keeping up her bravado.

"You want me to?"

"Oh, yes, Father, please take my panties off." Baby replied in a
mock pleading voice.

The girls laughed. "Yes, Father, take her panties off!" They
encouraged.

"Not at first, but later." Phillip said, still not figuring out
just how he was going to do this.

"Later? Ohhhh..." Baby said, as she spread her legs wide, leaned
over and placed her forearms and elbows on the seat of the chair,
resting her head on Father's folded up coat.

"Umm...It smells nice. You use cologne, after shave Father?" Baby
asked, now getting really nervous.

Baby's tiny tight butt was straight up in the air. He lifted the
back of the micro- skirt over her back, exposing her butt. It all
looked so erotic, her butt looked nude, and the long white thigh
high stockings with the lace at the top high on her thighs
accentuated the eroticism. The strap of the thong panties had
nearly disappeared in her tiny butt crack. She was leaned over so
much that he easily saw her panty covered preteen pussy mound
underneath her butt crack from his perspective. Yes, the little
light red triangle of cloth covering it was see through and he
could see her slit. This was so erotic! He wanted to touch her
feel her. Her butt was so small and tight!

"Don't hit me hard Father. You're big and strong, not like the
sisters, and you haven't done this before." Baby begged getting
really scared.

"Baby, Baby, I won't hurt you much, just some little stings,
well, maybe more than a little, to get your attention, that's
all." Father Phillip said compassionately.

He moved closer, reached out with his right hand and touched her
butt. It was so smooth. He felt all around with his hand,
rubbing, no caressing her butt lightly, feeling between her butt
cheeks, running his middle finger in her butt crack, then his
full hand on both of her inner thighs, all around, and between
her legs, even caressing her pelvis just above her slit, then
bringing his middle finger between her legs as he slipped his
hand back towards himself, feeling her slit through the tiny red
triangle of her thong panties, pausing just briefly to find her
clit, and again he did it all over again. He loved the feeling of
the girlchild's private parts, her cunt, her pussy. He knew about
a girl's clit, the organ all girls have from birth whose sole
function is to give them sexual pleasure. He had never ever felt
a cunt, a clit, adult or child ever before in his life. An
electric shock of intense forbidden pleasure ran through his
body.

The class was silent, transfixed. They saw what the priest, their
confessor was doing, but didn't believe their eyes. Phillip just
didn't care, he was too deep into his lust for the little girl.

"You can do that as long as you want, Father." Baby said softly,
seriously, as the priest's gentle hand caressed her private
parts. She felt a flash of sexual excitement as he felt her inner
thighs, and moved his finger over her slit, pausing to find her
clit. It felt so good. Even his gentle finger in her butt crack
felt erotic. She moved her butt a little in her growing
excitement.

Phillip knew he had to spank her. He brought his hand up a bit,
and down in a spank on her bare butt cheeks, not too hard, but
hard enough. He saw her butt cheeks clinch.

"Ow!" Baby said loudly.

Phillip spanked her again, harder, and again, harder yet, and
Baby said "Ow" louder each time. Then another, the hardest yet
which stung his hand, and he saw just a hint of pink on her butt
cheeks. Her butt cheeks were clenched for another spank, and her
legs were tense as all of her body as she gripped the chair
tightly expecting another slap of his hand. The pinkness of the
nine-year-old girl's butt excited Phillip even more.

WACK, WACK, WACK, he hit the little girl's butt with his bare
hand, feeling it sting his hand quite a bit.

"Ow!, Ow!, Ow!" Little Baby cried out more in surprise than in
pain, but it did hurt and she wanted him to stop.

"There, there." Father Phillip said soothingly as he caressed her
butt again, rubbing it softy. Then again stroking her inner
thighs affectionately, caressing them, and rubbing her little
girlcleft up and down, up and down, then concentrating on her
little clit, feeling the nub under his middle finger he rubbed it
all around gently, very gently, as he knew nothing about rubbing
little girl's clits. He felt her pudenda getting warm and her
slit a little moist. Oh, did it feel wonderful!

Baby felt her butt get warm from the blood flowing there from the
spanking, all warm, and she felt even more excited as he caressed
her private parts all over. The spanking hurt, all right, but not
too bad, and he made it so...erotic, by exciting her first, then
stopping the spanking and exciting her again. Baby had never
experienced anything like this before. Her parents never spanked
her. She had never been spanked before. She masturbated, and was
able to cum, so she liked her cunt played with, loved another
girl to play with it, rub her clit, but this? She didn't want it
to stop.

"It's all right, Father Phillip, I can take more punishment. I
love how you touch me." She said as she starting moving her
pelvis rhythmically to the priest's touch.

Phillip spanked her five more times, each harder than the last,
and her butt got redder and redder. Baby said ouch loudly each
time, but didn't cry, or ask him to stop. Phillip figured he was
doing it right, as the web site said to do it.

"Now we'll take your panties off Baby." Phillip said not
caressing her this time after the spanks.

"Good!" Baby replied. She wanted his hands on her bare slit, on
her clit, not through her panties.

Phillip knelt behind baby and pulled her panties off. He couldn't
help himself, he leaned just a few inches more, kissing her butt,
then putting his face between her spread legs from the rear,
licked the entire length of her bare slit and through her butt
cheeks and anus. It was so sweet, so soft and yielding, so
delicious tasting. The most erotic thing he had ever done in his
life. He did it one more time, then stood up. He wanted more and
more and more of her sweet little girl cunt. He adored it!

"Umm...ummm...Oh, Father, do it some more, please!" Baby begged.
"Lick me like that, please! No one's ever licked me before. It
feels so good! So good!" She sid excitingly, imploring the priest
to give her more sexual pleasure, more and more.
Phillip looked down and saw he his pants were wet with pre-cum.
He was so near an orgasm he was sure he'd cum in his pants
without any stimulation.

The room was deathly quiet except for Baby's soft moans of
pleasure. Four of the girls had started to masturbate, and the
rest wanted to. They all wanted the priest to lick them. Phillip
quickly looked around the room and saw some of the girls
masturbating. All looked excited, none were horrified, thank God,
or Lucifer, whatever.

He licked his middle finger, and fingered the little girl's slit.
It was a little wet, slippery. He gently moved it into her little
cunt proper, and felt her push back against his finger, helping
him get it in. It slid in most of the way, and he moved it back
and forth, back and forth, and adored how her inside preteen
pussy felt, so smooth, but with little bumps, in and out, in and
out, then on her clit, his finger now wet with her juice slid
easily all around her clit, he rubbed it in little circles, then
side to side, and up and down, then back in her cunt to finger
fuck her, then out to her tiny butt hole, her anus, and massaging
it, pushing against it with the tip of his finger, partially
entering it, then back inside the little girl's most secret part,
her cunt.

Baby pushed against his finger, fucked his finger, moved her hips
in ever more involuntary contractions as she neared an orgasm.
She moaned louder and louder as the pleasure overtook her.

"Umm.. ahhhhhh... eeeee.... ohhhhh, yes, Father, yes, yes, ohhh
so good!"

Phillip stopped, and brought his hand down hard on Baby's butt,
again and again. She yelped, and cried "Ouch" over and over.
After five or six hard slaps her butt was getting pretty red.
The hard slaps surprised and hurt, and stung Baby, and prevented
her from having her orgasm, her little preteen girl orgasm she
was so close to. She yelled with the pain, but it was all mixed
with the highly erotic feelings he was giving her. Her butt was
hot now with the spanking, all her blood was rushing to her cunt,
her clit, her butt, the erotic feeling were more intense than she
had ever felt in her short life, more intense than she knew she
could feel. She wanted to needed to cum in the worst way.

Father Phillip kneeled down, spread her butt cheeks further and
licked her anus furiously, then turned his body around, leaning
his back on the chair seat so his face faced Baby's preteen cunt,
he held her butt cheeks tight and brought her cunt to his eager
lips, and licked the entire short length of it over and over,
digging his tongue as deep in her as he could. Then he sucked her
whole small upper portion of her immature preteen cunt in his
mouth, and while sucking licked her clit, flicked it over and
over, and licked and licked and licked.

Baby couldn't stand any more, and slithered to the floor as the
priest still held her butt tight, never stopping his licking of
her unripened, underage twat, as he fell back with his back on
the floor. He was humping the air as he was near a huge climax.
Suddenly he felt two other girls on the floor with him, one was
ten year old Jennifer, Jane's roommate, and he wasn't quite sure
who the other was. Then undid his belt, and unzipped his fly, and
undid the button of his pants and pulled his shorts down over his
nearly spurting big dick. They both started licking his dick at
the same time. And he suddenly had a huge orgasm just as Baby
came too.

"Ahhh...Father! Father! I'm cumming, cumming, cumming! Oh...it's
so big, so big!" Baby cried out as she gripped Father's face
tightly with her thighs as convulsion after convulsion gripped
her tiny body. She had never felt anything like this before, a
huge, mind blowing orgasm.

Father Phillip had never in his wildest dreams ever imagined how
delicious a little girl's private parts could taste, how
overwhelmingly erotic it all was. Surely God gave baby girls
clits so they could experience sexual pleasure, and what better
person than their priest to give them sexual pleasure. Yes! The
feelings were so intense. And two little girls licking his dick.
Exquisite pleasure! Earth shattering pleasure. He came with a
giant convulsion almost gagging both little girls as huge wads of
cum spurted out of his swollen dick over and over and over.

"Ahh, uggg...Ahhh...I can't stand it, it's so good! I can't stand
it! Ashhh!" He cried out loudly then continued in unintelligible
grunts and groans.

The two little girls who were eating him licked all his cum up,
and then, by now, nearly all the other girls' climaxed also as
they masturbated to the tremendously erotic site of the priest
spanking and eating the little Asian preteen girl friend of
theirs.

Father Phillip lay back as reality began to crowd back in on him.
It was very scary.

Jennifer said. "I want to be spanked too, Father Phillip." Then
he heard a chorus of the other little nine and ten year old girls
say, "Me too, Father, me too!"