Catholic Schoolgirl in Trouble

The Reverend was sitting behind his desk when the girl finally entered his private quarters. She peeked around the door and looked in at him questioningly.

"That's right, come in and shut the door behind you."

She crept around the door and leaned against the door as she closed it behind her. She was still dressed in the uniform that the girls were forced to wear in Sunday School: black shoes with while bobby socks, red skirt and vest, white dress shirt. The uniform clothing was meant to keep the children from becoming distracted, but on her the outfit actually distracted even more. The short white socks and short red skirt (shorter than regulation, he noted) revealed far too much of her shapely legs. The shirt should have de-emphasized her figure, but her ample bust seemed to be more prominent because of it, especially with her leaning against the door, both hands behind her as she held onto the knob. He found himself staring at her silently a moment longer than he should have.

"Take a seat"

She crept forward and sat in the big hardwood chair in front of his desk, hands clutching

the seat on either side of her legs. Her eyes wandered around the room, half covered by the ribbon-tied pigtail that dipped forward as her head tilted down defensively. She knew she was in trouble.

"You know why you're here, don't you, child?"

She nodded her head glancing up at him, biting her lower lip. He held up the piece of paper that had brought her into his chamber. She started to grin when she saw the paper, then quickly frowned when he acknowledged the smile with a slight scowl.

"This is no laughing matter, young lady. It seems that you were caught writing this in your notebook during class. Do you think that this kind of material is appropriate for class, let alone a girl your age?" She squirmed in her seat and shook her head, biting her lower lip again. "Exactly where did you learn this kind of filth, anyway?"

She hesitated, glancing around the room, then answered "Daddy."

"Your father talks like this? In your presence?"

She nodded her head, smirking slightly.

"And do you think this is proper behavior, considering where you are?"

Another nod, another smirk.

"This is not funny, little lady. I'm appalled by your father's lack of morals and discipline, but even more by your disrespect for your superiors. Just what makes you think you can behave as you please?"

Suddenly full of self pride, she straightened her back and stuck her chin out, which gave the Reverend a full display of her pouting lips and perky breasts as she states proudly "I'm daddy's baby girl. I can do what I like."

This response made him both angry and aroused, as her spoiled attitude was both infuriating and slightly erotic, although he attempted to ignore the second part. He stood up from behind the desk, the paper still in hand. She shrank back a bit as he circled the desk and stood in front of her, afraid of what his punishment might be.

"I was going to call your parents in and let them read your little story, but I can see now that would have no real effect on either them or you. Apparently, they've neglected to teach you discipline, and spoiled you in the process. So, instead, I shall have to punish you myself." There was a long silent pause as she stared at him expectantly, waiting for the worst. He broke the silence by thrusting the paper in front of her and commanding "Read it."

She took the paper and stared up at him in disbelief.

"Yes, that's right, I want you to read it aloud. Perhaps the embarrassment of forcing you to read this filth in my presence will give you a little perspective, child." He had already read the little story she had written twice, but for some reason he felt an overwhelming need to hear her read it. He kept his expression cold and stern, but it was only a mask to cover his nervous expectations.

There were a couple of false starts as she cleared her throat and wiggled around in her chair a bit, but finally she began to read, hesitating slightly every couple of words.

"I had a... a dream last night, a naughty dream with... me and daddy. Daddy made me suck his... suck his... cock, sucking him hard as he called me his little baby girl. Then he... he turned me over and fu... fucked me hard."

The Reverend walked around her as she read the paper, stopping behind her and looking down from overhead. At this angle, he could see the swell of her breasts as she read the paper, and he noticed she was breathing heavier as she continued reading. He also noticed that he was breathing heavy as well, and despite his determination not too, he could feel himself becoming aroused at the sound of this girls soft voice speaking such filthy language. He gently placed his hands on his shoulders as she continued, as if to comfort her.

"He fucked his little baby girl with his hard cock until he was ready to explode. But I woke up before he exploded, and my sheets were all wet and my... pussy was wet, and so I... I played with my wet pussy until I came."

They were both silent after she finished, and she sat there holding the paper in front of her, not knowing what to do next.

"I'm sorry I had to do that, child, but I had to prove a point."

The girl turned to look up at him, but instead stared straight at his crotch, her mouth opening slightly in a gasp. He had been so engrossed in her voice, in her story, in trying not to be noticeably interested, that he hadn't even realized he had gotten hard as a result. Extremely hard, and extremely visibly hard, an obvious bulge in the front of his black slacks. She stared in disbelief for a moment, then giggled. Anger overtook the fear and awkwardness of the situation, and his voice took on a stern tone.

"You see, wicked child, this is exactly what I was afraid of! Don't you understand what kind of evil effect such vile language can have on people? The potential for sin is in us all, and I am no exception. Do you see now what the consequences are of such sinful thinking?"

The girl nodded, still staring at his bulge. She licked her lips once, but he couldn't tell if it was from fear or lust. He found himself quickly losing control of the situation, as well as his inhibitions.

"I don't think you do. Touch it."

This got a response out of her, and she looked up at him in surprise. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I want you to fully understand what you've done to me. Feel it."

She returned her attention to the bulge in his pants, and bit her lower lip in determination as she slowly reached out and played over it with her fingertips. Satisfied that it was safe, she then placed her hand fully on it, feeling his hard-on through the fabric. It took great control to keep from showing how good it felt, but he managed to keep a stone face as she began to knead it gently, tracing the outline of it through the pants.

"Its so hard," she muttered, barely audible. "Does it hurt?"

"No, but that doesn't mean you aren't a bad girl for causing it to happen." He gulped slightly as she squeezed it again. "I don't think you realize just how hard it is. Take it out."

No questions this time, she nodded her head and set to the task. It seemed like an eternal struggle to keep his hands by his sides as she fussed with the belt buckle and zipper, as well as the boxer shorts underneath. But finally she managed to pull his throbbing erection out into the open, where it stood straight out, pointing at her face accusingly, as if to say "See what you have done to me?" Holding the base of his penis in one hand, she just stared at it, her breathing audibly heavy now, her tongue moistening her lips again, although definitely not out of fear.

"How does it feel?" He barely got the words out without gasping.

She placed both hands on it and begin rubbing them up and down the shaft, playing over the head, squeezing and rubbing as if to gauge its durability.

"Its so... hard," she breathed. "And smooth. And hot." She continued running her hands over it, as if reading the pulsing veins of his erection like Braille.

"You see what happens when you write such filth? It spawns more filth." He swallowed, preparing to take her punishment to the next step. "You should know just how bad your naughty writing was, not just in words, but in deed also. Do you remember what you wrote about doing in your story?"

She looked down at the paper, which had since dropped to the floor, as if she needed to look at what she wrote before answering.

"I wrote about... sucking my daddy's cock."

"That's right. And although I may not be your daddy, I am your Father, and so I should be a suitable substitution." She stared at him as if she didn't understand what he was saying. "Let the punishment fit the crime. I want you to do what you wrote about to me, so that you may learn how bad it is to do it. Understand?" She began to nod again, but he took her chin in his hand and turned her head towards his. "No, I want you to say it."

She looked into his eyes, and he could see the lust hidden behind her innocent stare. "You want me to suck your cock like it was daddy's cock." She breathed heavily, letting the words drip out of her mouth.

The Reverend nodded.

The moment her lips wrapped themselves around the swollen head, he lost all concept of formality. He arched his back, his eyes rolling up into his head as she slid her lips down the shaft slowly, devouring his cock an inch at a time. The feeling of her hot little mouth enveloping his meat was overwhelming, and it was all he could do to keep from passing out.

She began to get a feel for it after the first couple of minutes, and her pace quickened slightly as she began bobbing her head back and fourth, fucking him with her tight little mouth. He looked down and watch her lips stretch over his hard-on as she worked her head, her legs spread as she sat on the edge of the chair, her skirt hiking up around her cute little ass. As he watched her, she looked up at him, and the sight of the slutty little girl peering up at him with her mouth crammed full of cock was too much for him. He found himself reaching down and taking her head between his hands.

"If I remember your little story correctly, you said you sucked your father's cock hard." With that, he began to pull her head onto his dick while thrusting it into her at the same time, fuck the girl's face so hard he could feel it nearing her throat, hear her gagging as she tried to take him all in. He found himself thrusting harder and deeper, overcome with lust for this naughty little girl, while at the same time hating her for bringing him to this.

He finally pulled her head away from him as he felt close to coming. Not yet, he thought, I'm not done punishing her. The girl gasped for air, her chin and lips wet from saliva, as glistening as his rock hard erection.

"Now," he gasped, his world suddenly an intense moment of pleasure. "What happens next in your little story."

She didn't miss a beat. "Now you fuck me hard, father."

Without another word he picked her up and dropped her onto his desk, the lamp crashing to the floor. He pulled her skirt up past her ass, revealing little pink panties with white hearts patterned across them. The front of the them was soaked through.

"What a nasty girl," he remarked, reaching down and cupping her wet pussy through the panties, drawing a sharp gasp of pleasure from her as he pressed his fingers against her. "Your cunt is all wet from excitement. You enjoyed sucking my cock, didn't you, you little slut."

She nodded, moaning as he reached up and grabbed a handful of her pert young breasts through her shirt, pinching her nipple through the fabric. "Yes, sucking your cock made me so wet. I loved the way you drove it down my throat." She ground her hips, pushing her dripping pussy against his hand.

That was it. He took a fistful of her panties and ripped them clear off, sliding her ass down the desk toward him in the process.

"You little whore, you deserve everything your dirty little story said." He picked her up off the desk and flipped her over, placing her face first on the desk, bent over the corner. He put one hand against her back, holding her down, while he slid the head of his penis up and down her wet slit. She began squirming at the feeling, trying to push towards him, and he slapped her ass. "Stop that! You'll do what your told, damnit!" She continued to writhe around, and so he spanked her a couple of more times, all the while using his prick to play with her wet pussy lips. Eventually she stopped trying to inch towards him and grabbed the edge of the desk for support, just gasping and moaning.

"Please, fuck me hard, father! Fuck me hard!"

He responded by spreading her cunt lips apart and driving his cock deep inside of her, nearly halfway on the first thrust. She cried out in ecstatic pleasure as he began plunging into her hard, his pelvis slapping her ass as he fucked to the hilt. Her tight little pussy squeezed around his dick, like a wet vice, wringing his cock. He couldn't help grunting out as he fucked her, each thrust feeling so god that he wanted the next to go further, feel better. The girl became a screaming banshee at this point, as a powerful orgasm wracked her body, her ponytails bobbing as her head shook uncontrollably, her screams coming out in short gasps as she tried to breath through the intense pleasure. The feeling of her pussy contracting around him while she came was too much to handle, and he grabbed her hips and drove himself deep into her, finally coming, exploding deep inside her with each, yelling out as he emptied himself into her, the ultimate release he felt becoming the only thing tangible.

He finally ground to a stop, spent, his still-hard prick throbbing inside of her, where he could still feel her pussy contracting around it in little bursts, orgasm aftershocks rippling through her tiny frame.

She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him, her face sweaty and glowing, eyes half-lidded in post-sex euphoria.

"Am I... am I forgiven, Father?"