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Father Phillip, The Confessor - 1
by Charles Dodgson (charlesdodgson@hotmail.com)
***
Father Phillip, a Jesuit priest, is the confessor at
St. Margaret's School For Girls, a Catholic boarding
school for girls only from the first through the sixth
grade. Sexual fun with preteen girls. (M/g+, ped, reluc,
bd)
***
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, and 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 and on 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 hair in 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 girl-child'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!"
To be continued...
Copyright 2006 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.
Author's email address: charlesdodgson@hotmail.com. I
welcome comments of all kinds and will answer your
emails.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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