First off, I'd like to recognize some very special people for their help on this piece. I would like to thank my lover, as always, for his inspiration in writing this. Other gratuitous praise to follow, regarding proofreading assistance, etc.

CONFESSIONS PART I

Lara sat in the hall just outside Father Patrick's office. She fiddled a bit with her cuticles as she sat on the hard wooden bench; irritated at her day being interrupted by whatever frivolity Father Patrick had schemed up. The young priest was new at Our Lady Of Mercy and had been trying entirely too hard to make an impression on the staff. Things had, admittedly been much easier when old Father Vincent had been Dean of the girls' school, as he was far too old to even take much of a notice of things that went on. The rules that had always been a part of the school's regime were now being enforced rather than ignored. Dress codes were monitored, curfews were kept, and it was truly all work and no play for poor Lara, who had become rather infamous among the other girls for her independent streak. There was no telling which of the many impossible rules Father Patrick would impose upon her now.

She sighed and looked up at the closed door, wondering just how much longer he would make her wait before he sent for her. She knocked her knees together and parted them again, in repetitious anxiety. Her skirt rode up high on her thigh as she slumped against the bench, but she didn't even seem to notice until she noted Brother Marcus's intent stare from the corner of her eye. She smiled a bit to herself and laid her open palms on her knees, running her fingers against the fabric. It was dreadfully hot in the school now that it was early summer, and the New Orleans humidity gave no yield. Lara closed her eyes as she blew a strand of hair out of her face and wiped a hand across her neck and along her shoulder, her shirt gaping to follow her hand. She shifted again in her seat and her skirt crept even higher on her hip, just below her panties. She felt Brother Marcus's eyes on her again, and knew he was watching her, and that he was hard beneath his neatly pressed pants.

"Miss Lain?" The voice came as a shock to Lara and she sat upright and opened her eyes. Father Patrick stood in the open doorway and looked at her "I'd like to see you now".

Lara stood a slight flush upon her cheeks as she made her way through the Father's open doorway. Father Patrick gave a last look down the hall (and at Brother Marcus, whom had returned innocently to his planning) before he shut the door behind them. "Have a seat", he instructed the girl.

Lara sat in a leather-bound black chair directly in front of Father Patrick's desk. She sat upright and crossed her legs together as she smoothed down her skirt. Father Patrick smiled at her "how are you, Lara?"

She blinked, a bit caught off guard by the question. "I'm fine... Thank you, Father" she replied, unease giving way to outright suspicion.

Father Patrick smiled, seemingly genuine, and steepled his fingers just beneath his chin "there's something I wish to discuss with you".

'Ah, here it comes' though Lara, justified as she smirked slightly, her eyes taking on a knowing glint.

"You're a senior this year, Lara" stated Father Patrick, a master of the obvious. Lara nodded. Father Patrick straightened in his chair and leaned over his desk, pulling a manila folder from a tray. He fingered through the pages and nodded a few times before finally looking back up at Lara "a worthy student" he commented with another smile, and continued through the file. Finally, he looked at her again "what thought have you given to furthering your education?"

Lara's face cleared again, in near-disbelief as she heard his query. No one had ever really inquired about her education before and she wondered what the good Father must be up to. Finally, she decided she was probably on her way to a suspension for the stack of BDSM magazines that had disappeared from her mattress. She inhaled and decided to face whatever bribery may come her way. "No", she replied, her full mouth taking on a rather stern look by now.

Father Patrick chuckled, obviously finding humor in something Lara did not. "Well", he continued, undeterred, "I believe that, with graduation looming in the near future, it's way past time you began to consider what you will do with yourself next."

Lara's brow arched her smirk returning.

Father Patrick smiled, good-naturedly "what is it, Lara? You seem.... Perplexed?"

Lara huffed a bit "you mean, you just called me down here to discuss higher education?"

Father Patrick laughed a bit, again "why, yes. Of course. What else would there be to discuss?" He mused and gestured to her now-closed file on his desk "I see nothing that would warrant further actions. Besides, what's past is past, we're on a clean slate now, right?"

Lara nodded, still not entirely convinced of his sudden charity. Could this be the same man who demanded that skirt length be measured? The very one who just a week ago confiscated liquor which a classmate had well disguised as mouthwash? The one who expelled Jen for skipping class for a smoke in the girl's room? There was something not quite right here, and Lara couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Good", Father Patrick concluded "now, there is something I would like to propose to you". He looked up at her again, watching her face intently "I'd like to sponsor you with a scholarship to attend ULA".

Lara couldn't hide her initial response of pleasure, but was soon able to replace it again by her suspicious glance "why?"

The Father chuckled "because I believe it would be a well-placed investment" he admitted, "do you think you would be interested?"

Lara mulled over the idea. At the very least, it would be a wonderful alternative to having to spend her post-high school years at her Mother's house. Besides, Lara could be free to do whatever she pleased at college. It was certainly an opportunity she couldn't pass up. Lara chewed her lip anxiously, then asked, "what do I need to do?"

"I can show you everything you'd need to know" Father Patrick answered. "There is a lot of work, but I'm sure it's nothing you can't handle. We can start on the paperwork end immediately." He handed Lara a packet, complete with a shiny full-color brochure of campus activities. "Fill out the applications, we'll handle the fees, transcripts and recommendations. Bring them to me tonight, after dinner. I'll be in my upstairs office."

Lara nodded and found herself smiling, despite her previous mistrust, "thank you, Father."

Father Patrick waved a hand in dismissal "don't thank me in words, but in good deeds, child". He stood and escorted her through the door with a warm pat on the back. As she left his office, Father Patrick knew he was doing the right thing. He returned to his desk and opened his drawer, pulling out one of the trashy magazines he had found earlier that week in her mattress. He flipped through the pages, eyeing the images splayed before him: Girls bound with ties, breasts and cunts exposed. His cock pressed against his trousers and his smile faded. The girl needed his guidance, lest her sinful ways be the downfall of them both.

CONFESSIONS PART II

That night, before dinner, Lara sat in her room. She had completed the applications almost immediately, and couldn't wait to give them to Father Patrick. Since she was far too nervous to eat anything, she had told Sister Juley she did not feel well and preferred to stay in bed. It wasn't a complete lie, for even now she was lying in her bed, but her writhing wasn't due to illness.

Her shirt was mostly unbuttoned and her pert tits had been tugged from her bra in haste. Her nipples were hard and red, from where she had pinched them between her fingers. However, her hands had soon grown bored of her breasts and had moved on to sweeter regions as her fingers explored the warm, moist folds between her legs. Lara gasped a little as her hand found her clit while two fingers of her other hand pumped in and out of her hole.

Lara often fantasized while she masturbated, but about the young men she knew from the Boys' School down the way. As much as she liked to tease, she had never actually thought of her instructors while she fucked herself - until now. She was imagining Father Patrick, of all people. His hands were rough and unforgiving as they roamed over her eager body. She might have even felt a bit dirty - If she weren't so turned on.

She rolled over to her side and pushed a hand beneath her bed, searching for the shoebox she kept there. Her hand felt the floorboards frantically, but to no avail. The box was not there. She leaned over the side of her bed and looked between the floor and mattress. There was nothing aside from dust and emptiness.

She sat up and sighed, in anger. It was obvious that someone had taken her box, and she had a good idea of which it must have been. The sisters would have had no reason to take a simple shoebox. It must have been her roommate. Lara crossed the room and began to pillage through the suspect's belongings. Lara knew that Megan would sometimes lay in her bed, awake, and listen to her cum, often Megan would even get off, herself. Usually, she didn't care about Megan's infatuations, but the missing magazines and box of sex toys were just too much - At least Megan had left Lara's birth control pills untouched. Lara fumbled through drawers and into bags, but found nothing.

Just as Lara was about to give up, she glanced at the clock. Dinner was just ending and Megan would be on her way back any minute, but that's not what propelled Lara from her search - She was late meeting Father Patrick! She stood up quickly and straightened her clothes, tucking her shirt back in and tugging her skirt down. She ran her fingers through her elbow-length brown hair and checked her perfect pout in the mirror, as a reflex, before heading out the door.

As she ascended to the top of the third floor, she paused. It was pitch-black up here. Cautiously, she placed one foot in front of the other as she made her way to Father Patrick's office. Her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and she could make out a light just beneath the door. The musty smell of the place offended her, and she could tell that the area was quite unused. She reached the door and gave a sharp 'rap' with her knuckles.

Father Patrick was prompt and opened the door to allow Lara to enter. She noticed that there was a slight frown upon his handsome features. He was obviously displeased.

"You're late", he stated - Once again, master of the obvious.

Lara smirked despite herself. "Yeah" she answered perhaps a bit too insubordinately.

Father Patrick pushed the door closed and turned the lock before he returned his attention to the girl. "Lara", he began solemnly "I fear you need to acquire some manners".

Lara felt a flush rise to her cheeks. Her smirk disappeared and she turned to find a seat.

Father Patrick grasped her arm and turned her back to face him, she felt naked beneath his hard, examining look. He grabbed her other wrist, as well, and inspected her out turned palm before looking back at her. "Where is the application I gave you?"

Lara felt the disappointment in herself rise as she realized she had forgotten the work behind in her room. She had been in too much of a hurry to remember it. "I... I guess I.... I forgot it" she stammered.

Father Patrick sighed, his fingers harsh upon her wrist and arm "what were you doing that was so important to make you forget your future?" he pressed.

Lara's blush deepened and she swallowed "I... Didn't feel well" she began "and so I. I took a nap instead of going to dinner, and I guess I just..."

Father Patrick yanked her hand to his face, having no care for the girl's feeble excuses. He inhaled deeply and turned an accusational look on her "you were.... Sleeping?"

Lara's mouth parted, she didn't know what to do. Embarrassment flooded her senses and all she could do was look away.

Father Patrick stepped a bit closer to her, still not letting her go. "You weren't sleeping, Lara. I'm no fool. I know what you do in your room.". He tugged her towards his desk. There lie her collection of porn magazines, and the opened shoebox containing her assortment of sex toys. "Where you obtained them makes no difference to me" he watched her face redden "you'll receive your punishment in due time".

Lara was still at a loss for words, she tried to think up an excuse, which would avert any trouble, but her mind was too fuddled to come up with anything believable.

"How many boys have you let defile you?" He demanded.

Lara shook her head and muttered "no boys.. I..."

He shook her "do not lie to me"; he began to raise his voice.

Lara gasped, becoming afraid "No, Father. No boys" her voice more clear this time.

Father Patrick paused momentarily, then asked, "have you 'played' with any of the other girls?"

Lara shook her head "no, Father Patrick. I don't like girls".

He chuckled darkly "why not?" he mused, his voice softer now "because they don't have a cock to fill you?"

Lara's face was on fire now; to hear these words come from his mouth! He must be irrevocably angry, and what was she to do about it?

He sat down in his chair and pulled Lara to him, his hand tightening around her wrist. She watched, confused, as he undone his black pants and pulled his cock free. Even more awkwardly, she still could not take her eyes off of it.

Father Patrick watched her, a bit of approval returning to his face "even now" he proclaimed "you want nothing more than to fuck".

Lara swallowed, her mouth opening and shutting once again as a retort tried to form.

Father Patrick jerked her, hard, to her knees and moved his hand to the back of her head as he leaned back in his chair. His cock smeared against her face and she pulled her head back in response. Father Patrick grimaced and pulled her, by the hair, to face him "now's no time to become shy" he mocked, his face stern. "Look at what you have done to me. You enjoy it, don't you?" He yanked on her hair again, sharply and she let out a small yelp to which Father Patrick only smiled and turned her face upward to behold him again "my child" he cooed "I only offer you the chance to purge these demons". With that, he pressed her face to his cock, again, smearing her soft face against his hardness.

With another tug at her hair, she opened her mouth to cry out and suddenly found his shaft sliding past her lips. She tasted him in her mouth and was filled with conflicting thoughts. She had often wondered what it would be like to suck and fuck a 'real' cock, but was this trick? Would she be punished? Father Patrick made her decisions invalid as he began to thrust his hips, pumping in and out of her mouth. She felt him slide down her throat, and felt his thick cock stretch her lips wide as he made her please him. She closed her eyes, and began to run her tongue along his shaft, feeling his hot skin and the soft curves of his ridge and head. It wasn't long before she began to voluntarily move her head, bobbing up and down on his cock as it throbbed. She slid a hand up to feel his balls, which were much better than the toys in her box. Her curiosity was insatiable as she began to knead his sac in her palm, sliding her hand intermittently up his shaft as she sucked. As she began to taste his pre-cum, she found herself hoping he would come in her mouth, and imagined herself lapping it hungrily from his cock.

Father Patrick abruptly pulled her off his cock and stood, hauling her to her feet with him. He looked down at her, frowning "and even as I attempt to drive out these unclean desires, you want more?"

Lara frowned, unsure.

Father Patrick reached into his desk and withdrew a wide leather strap. Lara looked up at Father Patrick pleadingly "please. I won't. I'll.... I'll do whatever you tell me to".

Father Patrick smiled and shook his head "no, dear one" he stroked her soft face with a thumb "I can't simply 'tell' you to let go of this lust, it has to be driven from you". With that, he turned Lara around and bent her over his hard, wooden desk.

Lara winced as the strap stung her thigh. She could feel the tears welling up behind her eyes a she choked them back. She felt Father Patrick's hands on her hips, felt them as he raised her skirt. She was painfully aware of his gaze upon her bottom as he paused.

"Your panties are moist, Lara" he tsked "you're such a dirty little whore, aren't you?" He rubbed a palm against her round ass, exploring the softness of her flesh. He paused to lift the fabric of her panties away, revealing not only her bare ass, but also her partially hidden lips. He could see that she had taken a great deal of care to shave her pussy, and he appreciatively traced a finger along the bald, wet slit. He pushed her legs wider apart and pressed a finger gently into her.

She felt his hands leave her, and waited, expectantly. Soon, she felt another sharp sting across her bare ass. She tensed and let of a small whimper.

His hands were upon her again, tugging her panties down to the bend of her knees. She felt his fingers pressing against her pussy, sliding inside of her hole and out again before giving her clit a sharp pinch. She felt her mouth open, and recalled suddenly that didn't have the chance to come before as she touched herself. She wanted to know, and she could feel her clit swell and throb.

Father Patrick slid his cock against her lips, pressing his head into her and rubbing against her sensitive areas. "Oh, do you still want it?" he asked her, leaning over her so that his breath was hot upon her neck.

Lara bit her lip and nodded "yes".

Father Patrick's strap stung her ass once more "you need it, don't you? You need this filth".

Lara whimpered again, as she gave in and nodded. He was right; she was always like this, always needed to cum. She felt another slap against her buttocks and gasped, but this time it was more in pleasure.

Father Patrick pushed her upon his desk and pulled her legs apart as he watched her pussy glisten. "You need me to make it all go away, don't you?" He spread her ass cheeks and ran a thumb along her lower back, and down to the small, tight hole that puckered up at him. "You need me to make you come and make you clean again, don't you? At least until you need it again" he slid his thumb into the tight hole and grinned as Lara gasped. Chuckling, he withdrew his thumb and watched as she writhed, trying to press her pussy into his desk, grinding against the hard wood beneath her. He rubbed the leather strap against her clit, and slid it into her pussy a bit before slapping it soundly against her naughty cunt.

Lara squealed a bit, and found herself grinding even harder.

"You need it, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and uneven.

Lara nodded, which was responded by another sharp smack on her pussy. She yelped again and made her voice answer him "yes"!

Father Patrick buried his hand in her hair again, pulling her head back "yes, what?"

"I need it" she whispered. Another smack.

Father Patrick glanced down to admire his handiwork, running his rough hands along her reddening ass before grabbing her cunt fiercely and lifting to slide her all the way upon his desk. He tore her panties from her legs and soundly slapped his bare hand across her ass again and then her pussy, again and again. "Need what?"

"I need to be fucked" Lara breathed, begging. She could almost feel it.

Father Patrick grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, shoving his cock into the hilt. He felt her tightness give way to firm, fitting his hard cock like a glove. He moaned, despite himself, then lay his hand across her ass once again "you see what you've made me do?"

Lara gasped as she wriggled against him. She could feel his cock snug inside her, pressing against her urgently. He was so thick that she could feel him open her more and more as he moved in and out of her pussy, she craved more.

Father Patrick leaned back and spread Lara's ass cheeks wide, the little hole puckering up at him once again. He had half a mind to fuck that little hole, too - But that was another sin for another time. Instead, he was content for now with pushing his cock deep into her, and pulling it back out again, her cunt sucking his shaft and her lips tugging hungrily at his head as he pulled back out again. He watched with fascination as he fucked her and felt his cock throb and swell. He leaned in again and pulled Lara's head back, his mouth now at her ear "do you like this, Lara?" he breathed "you like being fucked now?" His lips brushed her ear as he spoke.

"Yes" she admitted as she slid her hand beneath her to give relief to her swollen clit.

Father Patrick's fingers dug sharply into her hips as he pumped her pussy furiously, nearing climax. He felt her fingers brush his sac as she worried her little nub; the dirty girl couldn't keep her hands away from her cunt for a moment. He slammed into her - harder and harder - Until finally, he released, sending his cum deep into her.

Lara's own pussy tightened as she pinched and tugged her clit, her orgasm sudden and strong.

Father Patrick pulled his still-hard cock from her and watched with amusement as his white, hot cum dripped from her cunt to his desk. He picked up her torn panties and tossed them into the waste paper basket as he sat down again in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair.

He watched Lara slowly slide from the desk and attempt to straighten her uniform. She turned to face him, an almost shy look upon her pretty features, but still it could not hide the sly twinkle in her deep green eyes. Father Patrick knew it would take many more sessions before he could even hope to begin exorcising the deep-seeded lust within this one. "You're almost past curfew" he noted, smiling "perhaps you should be on your way. You wouldn't want to get into any more trouble now".

Lara blushed and fumbled again with her clothes as she made her way quietly to the door. She could feel his seed dripping out of her, running down her legs as she walked.