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 Author: Will Somers
Title: Sacred Heart School: Father Todd, Part 1
Part: 1 of 2
Universe: Sacred Heart School
Summary: For her schoolroom sin, Jill must do penance in Father Todd's
office
Keywords: Mg, gsolo, 1st, nosex, reluc, humil

   Jill waited nervously at the door of Father Todd's study.  The Father
always seemed like such a majestic being, presiding over the Holy Eucharist
and, rarely, listening to confessions of little girls like her.  Most of
the time the girls used the younger priests who spent a few months at the
Sacred Heart School before moving on.

   At least, she knew she wouldn't be beaten.  Other girls wouldn't talk
about what happened with Father Todd, but there were whispered stories.  If
the sisters rapped knuckles with rulers or sometimes used a paddle, the
Father didn't interfere, but that wasn't his way.  His was the dunce cap,
or a necklace that carried words like "Liar" or "Cheat." Shame and
humilation was his style, not pain.

   Sister Arlene had caught her in the library copying answers from Lisa's
homework paper.  Lisa was in trouble, too, but she didn't get sent to
Father Todd.  Jill nervously checked over her school uniform to make sure
she looked right, smoothing her long, brown hair and straightening the
waistband of her skirt.  Just as she adjusted her scarf, she heard a low
voice call, "Enter!"

   Even though he sat behind a desk, Jill felt that Father Todd towered
over her as she sat herself in a hard, wooden chair.  He demanded her
confession and she replied in a low voice, staring at the floor, trying not
to sob.  She tried not to shrink back as he quietly spoke of her
transgression.  He held up the infamous "Cheat" necklace, and Jill choked
out the words, "Please, Father, not that."

   Jill didn't actually care about wearing the necklace or, at least, not
that much.  But she knew her mom and dad would hear about it.

   "You must do pennance, child.  It shows pride bordering on evil to think
that you must be the perfect student.  And it is sinful to take another's
work like that.  You must be humbled before God."

   "I know, Father.  Please don't make me wear that."

   "So you will accept a different pennance before God?  Whatever I deep
appropriate to redeem your soul?"

   Jill looked up hopefully at the priest.  "Yes, Father."

   "As a priest, I am not truly a man, but for the moment I will serve as
one.  You must humble yourself by exposing your girlish secrets to me. 
Lift your skirt!"

   Shocked, Jill stared at the priest.  "Father?" she asked, timidly.

   "If you won't humble yourself before the school, humble yourself before
me and before God!  Lift your skirt and spread open your legs!"

   Jill felt her face turn red with shame.  She slowly lifted the pleated
skirt, uncovering her long legs.  She paused.  The priest sat up in his
chair, and Jill felt as if he was crouching over her from behind his desk.
He lifted the necklace again so she could see it.  With a loud sigh, she
complied.

   "To finish your penance, you must say ten Hail Marys while you humble
yourself further.  Will you do this?"

   "Yes, Father." Jill felt limp, her spirit broken.

   "Place your fingertips on the bottom of your underpants.  No, farther
down.  Good.  Now rub right there as you recite ten Hail Marys.  Try it."

   "Hail Mary fullofgrace..." Jill obediently recited as she stroked the
crotch of her nylon panties.

   As she finished the first Hail Mary, Father Todd said, "Good.  If you
are old enough and you seek God's forgiveness with a pure heart, then you
might feel the Holy Spirit come upon you.  Do nine more Hail Marys, but you
may stop if you feel the Holy Spirit overtake you."

   Jill wasn't sure what he meant.  She'd felt a religious spirit overtake
her when singing favored hymns, and thought she knew what to expect.  But
she'd never touched herself Down There.  Her mother told her not to.  But
Father Todd was a priest.

   As she started her third Hail Mary, Jill relaxed into the chair,
spreading her slim legs wider.  Her fingers seemed to seek a special place,
and her hips started rocking back and forth in a smooth rhythmn.  As she
stroked and rubbed, Father Todd sank back into his chair, his hands falling
into his lap.  As she started her fourth Hail Mary, it seemed like the
father was also moving in his chair, matching her rhythmn.

   A soft, tingly feeling was growing inside as Jill prayed and stroked. 
Maybe the Holy Spirit would overtake her as Father Todd had said.  Her back
was a little sore from the wooden chair and her fingers were getting stiff,
but it didn't really merit much attention.  She couldn't stop, and she
didn't really want to.

   When Jill glanced at Father Todd, she saw that he, too, was in some sort
of meditation, but now he carried a much faster rhythmn than she did.  His
lips seemed to speak the Hail Marys along with her, but his face was tight
and his hand seemed occupied with something in his lap.

   "Blessed ...  art thou ...  among women, ..." Jill was finding it harder
to say her Hail Marys.  She wondered if this was the work of the Holy
Spirit.  She tried to concentrate on the words as her fingers flew, but was
interrupted by a loud groan.  She looked up at Father Todd.  He had stopped
rocking in his chair and he was gasping for breath.  Was he having a heart
attack?  Jill knew that older men could die from that.  She'd seen it on
TV.

   "And at ...  the hour ....  of our deaths." Finishing the prayer, Jill
gasped out "Amen!" and wondered if she was seeing Death right now.  She
opened her mouth to start another Hail Mary, but Father Todd lifted his
hand, stopping her.

   "Child, you will have to come back and finish later."

   Jill's heart gave a thump.  How could she go through this shame and
humilation all over again?  But she felt a little tingle in her thighs. 
And she wouldn't have to wear that necklace.

   "After you have dressed for bed, come down to the chapel.  Tell the
sister that you have to do pennance.  She will take you there."

   She was dismissed.  Jill bit her lip, then hopped off the chair.  After
smoothing her skirt, she stood up straight as she had been taught and said,
"Thank you, Father." Then she turned and left.

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