I have one very special regular caller who is always looking to try out new ideas with me, so this is one of the ones I cooked up and shared with him. He enjoyed it so much that he told me I should blog about it. So here I am sharing it with you!
I am a sixteen year old student at a Catholic school and frankly I have not been behaving. I have been wild, erratic, and just not doing my homework or paying attention in class. My teachers (nuns) have had enough of me and decide to send me to the principal (a priest) to punish me.
I am taken to Father William’s office and all of my crimes are recited to him. He studies me with his eyes as the nuns read of my long list of naughtiness. When they finally finish, Father thanks them and asks them to return to their classes, saying that he will deal with me.
“Andie, my child, you are a beautiful and spirited young girl. Clever as a whip and stubborn as a mule. You have been at this school since you were but five years old. I know of only one thing that could be affecting you so,” Father William says, grasping my hand. “You are infected Andie. You have been possessed by the devil. It is my job my child to get it OUT of you.”
I begin to laugh at his remarks, the devil?! Oh puhlease. I start to say something snarky to the kind priest, but he is not amused… he is in fact deadly serious. I get a bit scared at first, what could he mean by getting the devil out of me?
Father William stands up and walk me over to the side of his desk. He sits in his straight backed chair and abruptly pulls me across his lap. “Now Andie, first I am going to try to beat the devil out of you young lady, if that does not work, we will have to try more… drastic measures.” I have no idea what more drastic measures means, but I am strangly arroused at the thought of being spanked by this handsome priest.
He flips up my skirt and pulls down my white cotton panties, revealing my pale bottom. I can feel little goose bumps rising all over my body, I am terribly nervous! He brings his hand down hard on my upended rump, causing a little squeal from my lips. He continues, slapping me briskly, making me whimper. The hand spanking lasts about five minutes, and I can feel that each and every inch of my bottom has been painted a bright pink. “Stand up,” he says to me. I wobble to my feet, my panties are trapped around my knees, which makes movement difficult. He looks into my eyes, “Nope, still there, bend over the desk.” He forces me to bend over the desk and grab the other side. My little body barely makes it, and I have to stand on my tip toes to reach the other side.
I feel something cold against my bare, hot ass, something perhaps leather? When he draws it back, I hear a WHOOOSH sound. All of a sudden, I have a stripe of searing pain along my backside. He is using a leather tawse on me, strapping me for all he is worth. I beg, I plead, I cry, but nothing deters the priest from his task. Fifty strokes later, I am a very sorry little girl, and wishing that I never did anything wrong!
Father sees the tears dripping down my face and he knows I am penatent. “That’s a good girl, Andie, cry it out. I can see the devil fleeing your young body, but we need to clean it out.” I have no idea what he means, and I am anxious. He touches my shoulder with his hand and helps me stand. He instructs me to remove all of my clothing. I am very nervous at this request, but not eager to receive another dose of the strap, so I obey.
Standing there naked, Father William inspects me. He tells me to climb up on top of his desk and position myself on my hands and knees, with my knees far apart. I know that in this position, he can see EVERYTHING. My poor abused bottom hurts as I stretch the skin by spreading my legs as he demands. Father begins spraying me down with water from a spritzer bottle. He tells me that he is cleansing my body with holy water.
I am shivering upon his desk as he walks around chanting in Latin and spraying me. Suddenly he speaks in English, “Now Andie, we need to cleanse you from the inside out.” I hear him dipping something into water, but I cannot see it, and I am afraid to look behind me. I feel him touch my legs and my bottom with his hands, then all at once, I feel something sliding into my pussy! I start to panic, telling him no, please don’t. Then I realize that it is not his cock, but some dildo or vibrator, and that it actually feels pretty damn good! He works the object in and out of me, cleansing me with the holy water on it. I start to arch my back, helping it go deeper and deeper. Father William notices me growing wetter. “Well the lord works in mysterious ways!”
He pushes the dildo all the way into my pussy and leaves it there. Next, I feel pressure on my tight little asshole. I have never had anything there, so I am VERY surprised. He begins the same process, slowly pushing the object into me. I hate to admit it, but the dildo in my little rosebud felt very good. I enjoyed it as it stretched my tightest hole. FInally, once he is satisfied that my ass is filled, he leaves it inside me. There I am with two holy water covered dildos in my young tight holes. I feel embarassed, but also very very good.
Father William walks around the desk so that he is now in front of me. “That’s right Andie, one hole left!” He says, smiling at me. I watch as he pulls his large cock out from under his robes. It is throbbing hard, thick, and at least 8 or 9 inches long. He dips it into the little bowl of holy water and tells me to open my mouth. “And now my dear, for a little contrition.”
I suck his cock long and hard while he pumps it in and out of my mouth. I make sure he is very well taken care of. I suck every last little drop of cum from that cock- mmmmm! When he removes his dick from my mouth he tells me what a good girl I am, but if he has to punish me again, it will not be my mouth that has to perform the contrition. I shudder in anticipation… I think I will be *possessed* by the devil again soon!
I hope you enjoyed this fantasy as much as I did, came three times while roleplaying it on the phone! To my sweet Father William- muah muah muah.
~Andie~
There is absolutely nothing that I love more than doing fetish phone sex. I find vanilla boy on girl phone sex the same as I find vanilla boy on girl real sex — boring and something you only do when you are too fucked up or too exhausted (or too old) to do anything else.
