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Father Phillip, The Confessor - 2
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. Our story of sexual fun and games with preteen 
girls continues. (M/g, ped, reluc, mild bd) 

***

Father Phillip had never in his wildest dreams ever 
imagined how delicious a little girl could be, how 
erotic. The feelings were so intense. And now 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 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, then eating the 
little preteen girl friend of theirs, the Vietnamese 
girl Be'Be.

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!" 

Father Phillip was on the floor, pants pulled down by 
two of the little girls so they could eat him as he ate 
Be'Be, and he had just climaxed. The little girls were 
still licking him. He was in his classroom where he 
taught creative writing to fifth grade girls at St. 
Margaret's School For Girls, a Catholic boarding school 
for girls only from the first through the sixth grade 
in the quiet and secluded community of San Angeles in 
Southern California. 

The school is run by the Benedictine sisters of the 
Lady of Peace Monastery located nearby. Father Phillip, 
34, is the only male at the school. In addition to his 
priestly duties as confessor, and celebrant of the 
daily morning Holy Eucharist (Mass), Father Phillip 
teaches two classes and is a resident dorm proctor and 
monitor, with 32 little girls under his care. 

He had just spanked his first girl in his 12 girl 
class, the first girl he had ever spanked. Spanking, by 
hand only, on bare buttocks was allowed by the school, 
and permitted by the parents. 

Father Phillip had researched spanking on the Internet 
and discovered sensuous spanking, a combination of 
caressing, fondling, and spanking that often led to an 
orgasm for the girl. It worked with his nine year old 
student, Be'Be, or might have brought her to climax, 
but he finished her off by licking her sweet little 
girlcleft. He couldn't help himself, she was so erotic.

"Uh...Uh...girls...I... ah..." Father Phillip stammered 
for words.

The two little girls who had been eating him got up and 
joined the other girls now standing, as well as Be'Be 
who had put her tiny panties back on. They were all 
whispering among themselves as Phillip stood up and 
pulled his trousers and boxer shorts up, zipped his 
fly, and tried to look presentable. He retrieved his 
folded coat from the seat of the straight back chair 
where Be'Be had rested her head while holding her butt 
up in the air to be spanked. 

"Father Phillip, we won't tell the sisters, if you'll 
spank one or more of us every day, just like you did 
Be'Be," Jennifer said. She was the ten year old 
roommate of Jane, and one of the girls that had been 
eating him. Jennifer seemed to act as spokesman for the 
12 girls.

Father Phillip looked at each of the girls sheepishly, 
his face flushed.

"That'll be... just fine with me. Sensuous spanking for 
all the girls. And I won't tell anyone either. I hope 
you won't tell the other girls. Rumors spread so fast, 
and before you know it Mother Superior will... I hate 
to think," Father said.

"She'd have your balls for breakfast, Father!" Jennifer 
laughed with glee. All the other girls, and Father 
laughed too as they imagined the huge, dour, old Mother 
Superior in full black habit, sitting at a breakfast 
table with the good Father's ball as her first course. 

"We don't want that girls." Father Phillip said

"No!" The girls all agreed.

It was nearly time for class to be over so Phillip let 
them out early, and holding his coat over some visible 
semen stain on his pants returned to his apartment in 
the girls' dorm where he was the resident proctor and 
monitor for the girls. He had one more class at two 
that afternoon, a religious class in church history. 
Ha! He thought. In Rome at the time of Luther's 
reformation when the Church was selling indulgences 
they had separate brothels for the priests. They should 
bring them back.

Father Phillip knew it had been a momentous day for 
him, and certainly for some of the little preteen girls 
under his spiritual and physical care. It started with 
the sensuous nine year old Jane confessing to him she 
masturbated in confession and further confessing to her 
sexual involvement with another girl before she came to 
St. Margaret's. 

It turned him on so much he kept asking her questions 
about and before he knew it they were both masturbating 
to climax. He set up as a penance for her, a spanking 
he'd administer, privately in his apartment to her that 
evening at six thirty. Jane had asked for the spanking, 
after telling him about how her father administered 
sensuous spankings to her. He knew it was all very 
erotic, sexual, for Jane and that's why he jumped at 
the offer. 

He showered and changed into another black suit, 
leaving his Collar off for the time being for comfort. 
Phillip had plenty of black suits. He fixed himself 
some strong coffee. He used to joke coffee was his only 
vice, but now he'd have to add little girls to the 
short list. Father smiled to himself ruefully, knowing 
he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. Phillip didn't 
want to even think it was a sin, mortal sin what he had 
been doing. Nope, we won't think about that. 

Phillip was still turned on, very turned on. He had 
heard a little about Tantric practices, sexual worship 
in the eastern religions, especially the Hindu 
religion. Father knew there still existed the erotic 
temples of India from the 1400s with hundreds, maybe 
thousands of full size statutes decorating the temples 
depicting all nature and manner of sexual coupling, 
including threesomes and moresomes. Maybe there's some 
techniques, practices he could learn from Tantra. 

Phillip did some research on the Internet. He found 
something on Yoni massage and Lingam massage. Yoni is 
the Sanskrit word for the vagina that is loosely 
translated as "Sacred Space" or "Sacred Temple.". In 
Tantra, the Yoni is seen from a perspective of love and 
respect. Lingam is the male organ. Long massages, 
erotic massages of the Yoni, and Lingam were supposed 
to bring all kinds of good benefits to girls, though 
the literature for goddess worship, Shakti worship, 
indicated that intercourse was for all females age 12 
to 65. Father wondered why not younger? Why not older? 
Didn't make sense to him. Surely a nice Yoni massage 
for preteen girls eight, nine or ten, would be just as 
beneficial for them as for the twelve year old.

On two or three sites he found almost identical 
language about the Yoni massage. It appeared they were 
from the Church of Tantra site, and written by Jeffery 
Tye. He read, "The purpose of the Yoni Massage is to 
create a space for the woman (the receiver) to relax, 
and enter a state of high arousal and experience much 
pleasure from her Yoni. Her partner (the giver) 
experiences the joy of being of service and witnessing 
a special moment. It is an excellent activity to build 
trust and intimacy. Some massage and sex therapists use 
it to assist women to break through sexual blocks or 
trauma." Little nine year old Jane certainly didn't 
seem to have any of those.

"The goal of the Yoni massage is not orgasm. Orgasm is 
often a pleasant and welcome side effect. The goal is 
simply to pleasure and massage the Yoni/vagina. From 
this perspective both receiver and giver can relax, and 
not have to worry about achieving something. When 
orgasm does occur it is usually more expanded, more 
intense and more satisfying. Orgasm is allowed to 
happen or not happen. 

"It is also helpful for the giver to not expect 
anything in return. Just allow the receiver to enjoy 
the massage and to relax into herself afterwards. Of 
course, other sexual activity may follow but it should 
be entirely the receiver's choice. This perspective 
will build greater intimacy and trust, and will greatly 
expand your sexual horizons."

"Preparation: Bathing is always helpful as it relaxes 
both the receiver and giver. A quiet space is desirable 
with pleasing music, candles, pillows, etc., or 
whatever makes the participants relax and feel safe. 
Allow yourself enough time and do not hurry through the 
process. Go to the bathroom before beginning the 
massage. The best results will occur when the bowels 
and bladder are empty and you will avoid the 
unnecessary experience of interrupting the massage to 
go to the bathroom. Connect with your partner by 
hugging, holding, eye gazing (looking into each other's 
eyes for an extended time), or whatever brings you to a 
place of safety and relaxation."

"Procedure: Have the receiver lie on her back with 
pillows under her head so she can look down at her 
genitals and up at her partner (giver). Place a pillow, 
covered with a towel, under her hips. Her legs are to 
be spread apart with the knees slightly bent (pillows 
or cushions under the knees will also help) and her 
genitals clearly exposed for the massage. The giver 
sits cross-legged between the receivers' legs. 

"The giver may wish to sit on a pillow or cushion. This 
position allows full access to the Yoni and other parts 
of the body. Before contacting the body, begin with 
deep, relaxed breathing. Both giver and receiver should 
remember to keep breathing deeply, slowly and with 
relaxation during the entire process. The giver will 
gently remind the receiver to start breathing again if 
the receiver stops or takes shallower breaths. Deep 
breathing, not hyperventilating, is very important 
here."

Wow, this was erotic. He'd love to do this, Phillip 
thought. Hmm...sitting cross-legged between Jane's 
legs. Maybe he'd just kind of spread his legs too. 
Maybe he'd get nude too. First he'd give her a Yoni 
massage, then she could give him a Lingam massage. Of 
course he'd have to teach her how, after he read about 
how to do it. Yeah! This was sounding good. Right after 
a nice spanking to relax her, get her off more. And him 
too. 

Phillip read more. "Gently massage the legs, abdomen, 
thighs, breasts, etc., to get the receiver to relax and 
for the giver to prepare for touching the Yoni. Pour a 
small quantity of a high-quality oil or lubricant on 
the mound of the Yoni. Pour just enough so that it 
drips down the outer lips and covers the outside of the 
Yoni. 

"Begin gently massaging the mound and outer lips of the 
Yoni. Spend some time here and do not rush. Relax and 
enjoy giving the massage. Gently squeeze the outer lip 
between the thumb and index finger, and slide up and 
down the entire length of each lip. Do the same thing 
to the inner lips of the Yoni/vagina. Take your time." 
He didn't have any oil, maybe hand lotion would be all 
right.

"The receiver can massage her own breasts or may just 
relax and continue breathing deeply." Breasts? Father 
thought. How about little girl preteen nipples. That 
ought to be sensitive, erotic. "It is helpful for giver 
and receiver to look into each other's eyes as much as 
possible. The receiver can tell the giver if the 
pressure, speed, depth, etc., needs to be increased or 
decreased. Limit your speaking and focus on the 
pleasurable sensations. Too much talking gets one out 
of their feelings and diminishes the effects."

"Gently stroke the clitoris with clockwise and counter-
clockwise circles. Gently squeeze it between thumb and 
index fingers. Do this as a massage and not to get the 
receiver off. The receiver will undoubtedly become very 
aroused but continue to encourage her to just relax and 
breathe." Ummm, yummy! Slowly and with great care, 
insert the middle finger of your right hand into the 
Yoni (there is a reason for using the right hand as 
opposed to the left. It has to do with polarity in 
Tantra). Very gently explore and massage the inside of 
the Yoni/ vagina with this finger. 

"Take your time, be gentle, and feel up, down and 
sideways. Vary the depth, speed and pressure. Remember, 
this is a massage and you're nurturing and relaxing the 
Yoni. With your palm facing up, and the middle finger 
inside the Yoni, move the middle finger in a "come 
here" gesture or crook back towards the palm. You will 
contact a spongy area of tissue just under the pubic 
bone, behind the clitoris. This is the G-spot or in 
Tantra, the sacred spot. 

"Your partner may feel as if they have to urinate or it 
may be painful or pleasurable. Again vary the pressure, 
speed and pattern of movement. You can move side to 
side, back and forth, or in circles with your middle 
finger. You can also insert the finger that's between 
your middle finger and pinky. Check with your partner 
first before sticking two fingers into them. Most women 
should have no problem and will enjoy the increased 
stimulation from two fingers. Take your time and be 
very gentle."

"You may use the thumb of the right hand to stimulate 
the clitoris as well. An option to try if the receiver 
wants it is to insert the pinky of the right hand into 
her anus." Father remembered licking Be'Be's anus. Yeah 
he could try that. Jane would have a little anus, but 
maybe his little finger in would be OK. "Ask her first 
and do not insert your pinky into her Yoni/vagina after 
it has been in her anus. Use lubrication and be very 
gentle. In Tantra, it is said that when your pinky is 
in her anus, the next finger and middle finger in her 
Yoni/vagina, and your thumb on her clitoris, "You are 
holding one of the mysteries of the universe in your 
hand." 

Let's see, thought Father Phillip, her Yoni, all Yonis 
are sacred temples, and he could hold one of the 
mysteries of the universe when his little finger was in 
Jane's rosebud, and next two fingers in her Yoni, and 
thumb on her little clit. Now, that's my kind of 
mystery of the universe, all right. A little more 
exciting than some, all of the Catholic mysteries. 
These eastern religions have a lot going for them, 
thought Phillip. 

"Your left hand can massage the breasts, abdomen, or 
clitoris. If you massage the clitoris it's usually best 
to use your thumb in an up down motion, with the rest 
of your hand resting on and massaging the mound. The 
dual stimulation of right and left hands will provide 
much pleasure for the receiver. It is not recommended 
to use your left hand to touch your own genitals 
because it may take your focus off the receiver. 
Remember, this massage is for her pleasure and much of 
the benefit comes from not only the physical 
stimulation but the intent as well. Continue massaging, 
trying different speeds, pressures and motions. 

"Keep breathing and looking into each other's eyes. She 
may have powerful emotions come up and may cry. Just 
keep breathing and be gentle. Many women have been 
sexually abused and need to be healed. A giving, loving 
and patient partner can be of great value to her." 

Yes! He would be the best priest any of these little 
girls ever had, would ever have. A curing, healing Yoni 
massage would be his crowning glory. He might go down 
in Church history. Oh, yeah, but not in the way he 
wanted to.

"If she has an orgasm, keep her breathing, and continue 
massaging if she wants. More orgasms may occur, each 
gaining in intensity. In Tantra this is called 'riding 
the wave.' Many women can learn how to be multi-
orgasmic with the Yoni Massage and a very patient 
partner. Keep massaging until she tells you to stop. 
Very slowly, gently, and with respect, remove your 
hands. Allow her to just lay there and enjoy the 
afterglow of the Yoni massage. Cuddling or holding is 
very soothing as well. As you learn to master the Yoni 
Massage your sex life will be greatly enriched and you 
will learn a great deal about feminine sexuality." 
Perfect! This is it!

Phillip also read about Lingam massage. The Lingam was 
the male organ, his dick. In Tantra it is known as the 
"wand of light." Phillip had never thought of his dick 
as the wand of light. But if he could get the little 
girls to think it was... Father smiled.

"In Tantra or Sacred Sexuality, the Lingam is 
respectfully viewed and honored, as a "Wand of Light" 
that channels creative energy and pleasure. Orgasm is 
not the goal of the Lingam massage although it can be a 
pleasant and welcome side effect. The goal is to 
massage the Lingam, also including testicles, perineum 
and Sacred Spot (prostate) externally, allowing the man 
to surrender to a form of pleasure he may not be 
accustomed to. 

"From this perspective both receiver and giver relax 
into the massage. Men need to learn to relax and 
receive. Traditional sexual conditioning has the man in 
a doing and goal oriented mode. The Lingam Massage 
allows the man to experience his softer, more receptive 
side and experience pleasure from a non-traditional 
perspective." 

Well, not having any real experience at all with women 
in his 34 years Phillip felt he didn't have any 
preconceptions about how men acted when they had sex, 
but surrendering was not one of them. This being in 
charge might be nice for the little girls, as all their 
life they were subservient to adults, and here they 
could take charge. Oh, this too is great!

"Beginning the Massage: Have the receiver lie on his 
back with pillows under his head so he can look up at 
his partner (giver). Place a pillow, covered with a 
towel, under his hips. His legs are to be spread apart 
with the knees slightly bent (pillows or cushions under 
the knees will also help) and his genitals clearly 
exposed for the massage. Before contacting the body, 
begin with deep, relaxed breathing. Gently massage the 
legs, abdomen, thighs, chest, nipples, etc., to get the 
receiver to relax. 

"Remind the receiver to breathe deeply and to sink 
deeper into relaxation. Pour a small quantity of oil on 
the shaft of the Lingam and testicles. Begin gently 
massaging the testicles, taking care to not cause pain 
in this sensitive area. Massage the scrotum gently, 
causing it to relax. Massage the area above the Lingam, 
on the pubic bone. Massage the Perineum, the area 
between the testicles and anus."

"Take time when massaging the shaft of the Lingam. Vary 
the speed and pressure. Gently squeeze the Lingam at 
the base with your right hand, pull up and slide off, 
then alternate with your left hand. Take your time 
doing this, right, left, right, left, etc. Then, change 
the direction by starting the squeeze at the head of 
the Lingam and then sliding down and off. 

"Again, alternate with right and left hands. Massage 
the head of the Lingam as if you are using an orange 
juicer. Massage all around the head and shaft. In 
Tantra there are many nerve endings on the Lingam that 
correspond to other parts of the body. It is believed 
that many ailments may be cured by a good Lingam 
massage."

Father Phillip felt his only ailment was no sex for all 
this time. He was determined to catch up.

"The Lingam may or may not go soft as you perform this 
technique. Do not worry if it doesn't get hard again. 
You will probably find that it will get hard, then go 
soft, get hard again, etc., which is a highly desirable 
Tantric experience, like riding a wave, bobbing up and 
down. Hardness and softness are two ends of the 
pleasure spectrum."

Soft? He couldn't image that as a cute preteen girl 
massaged his Lingam with her tiny, soft warm hands. 

"If it appears that the receiver is going to ejaculate, 
back off, allowing the Lingam to soften a little before 
resuming the massage. Do this several times, coming 
close to ejaculation, and then backing off. It is 
important to remember that the goal is not orgasm in 
and of itself. Men can learn the art of ejaculatory 
mastery and control by coming close to ejaculation and 
then backing off on the stimulation. 

"Deep breathing is key here and will soften the urge to 
ejaculate. Eventually ejaculatory mastery will allow 
you to make love as long as you want and you can become 
multi-orgasmic without losing a drop of semen. Orgasm 
and ejaculation are two different responses that you 
can learn to separate. The result is a very expanded 
sex life."

Orgasm without ejaculation? Much too advanced for a 
beginner like him, Father thought, but a goal, 
nevertheless.

"Find and massage the male Sacred Spot. There are two 
ways to do this. One is by finding the spot midway 
between the testicles and anus. There is a small 
indentation about the size of a pea or maybe larger. Be 
gentle and push inward. He will feel the pressure deep 
inside and it may be intensely painful at first. 
Eventually, as this area is worked on and softened, he 
will be able to expand his orgasms and master 
ejaculatory control. You can massage his Lingam with 
your right hand and massage his Sacred Spot with your 
left hand. Try pushing in on this spot when he nears 
ejaculation. It is aptly named the Million Dollar Point 
in Taoism."

Million dollar point? Phillip like the Hindu 
expressions better.

"The other way to access the Sacred Spot is through the 
anus. Many men, especially heterosexual men, are 
uncomfortable at first as a result of negative sexual 
conditioning. Be careful here and use lubrication. The 
key is to go slow and be very gentle. Make sure he is 
breathing as you slip a finger from your left hand into 
the anus about an inch or so. Then crook the finger 
back in a "come here" gesture. You will feel the 
prostate gland. Vary the pressure and speed of massage. 
He may want stimulation of the Lingam as you massage 
the Sacred Spot. Back off on the Lingam as he 
approaches orgasm and increase the pressure on the 
Sacred Spot."

Finger up my ass? Not sure about this, Phillip thought.

"Sometimes the man may have strong emotions come up 
during access to the Sacred Spot. He may cry and 
remember a traumatic event from his past. You, the 
giver, are in a place of trust and intimacy. Allow him 
to feel his emotions and be very loving, not trying to 
console or fix him, just let him feel whatever he needs 
to. Encourage him to scream, cry, moan, sob, if it 
feels appropriate. Be the best friend and healer he 
could have in that moment." 

"Ending the Massage: If he chooses to let go and 
ejaculate, encourage him to breathe deeply during the 
orgasm. It will blow his mind, especially if he has 
come close and held back at least SIX times before 
ejaculating. Holding back six times charges up the 
sexual battery with tremendous energy. It is then his 
choice as to where he wants to send this energy -- out 
with the ejaculate (the prevailing paradigm) or inward 
for other uses (men who master ejaculation are able to 
channel this energy into other areas of their being). 
When he feels complete with the massage gently remove 
your hands and allow him to lie there quietly. You may 
want to snuggle up together or you can leave the room 
and let him drift off into a meditative state. Allow 
him to fully experience his childlike innocence and 
magnificent male beauty."

Six times get close to orgasm, then back off. Got to 
remember that, tell Jane, Father Phillip thought. He 
wanted to masturbate in the worst way, but wanted to 
save it for Jane. 

It was close to lunch time so Phillip went over to the 
school's dinning room, eating lunch with a couple of 
the sisters, finding it extremely difficult no to look 
at the luscious preteen girls in their school uniforms, 
the short little green and white plaid micro-skirts, 
and their white thigh high stockings, short blouses, 
and the bare skin of their midriffs, and upper thighs 
between the hem of the skirts and the lace top of their 
thigh high stockings. He also had a hard time keeping a 
conversation with the sisters.

Phillip then went to his last class of the day where he 
taught Church history. No more spanking, not in his 
remaining class. At least not yet. He went over to the 
chapel for awhile, took a long walk all around the 
school grounds, then returned to his apartment to wait 
for Jane. He studied the sensuous spanking material he 
had printed from the Internet earlier, as well as on 
the Yoni and Lingam massage. Phillip was as ready as he 
could be. He took a shower and changed into a fresh 
black suit, putting his clerical collar on too, 
figuring it should be as a priest that Jane and he took 
part in her spanking penance. He put a number of 
candles all around in his bedroom, and put his hand 
lotion on the bed table. He was going to do the 
spanking on his couch in the living room.

Jane arrived a little early.

"Hello, Father. I'm here for my penance. My spanking." 
The little nine year old said as Phillip opened the 
door for her after hearing her little knock. She was 
smiling broadly, her eyes sparkling. 

"Hello, Jane. Right on time. I've been so looking 
forward to... Ah, your penance, spanking, Come in 
child, come in." Phillip was wondering if the girls in 
his class where he spanked Be'Be had told other girls. 
He guessed he wouldn't know if Jane knew unless she 
told him, or otherwise gave it away that she knew.

Jane was very pretty. She was 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. She was wearing her school uniform that Father 
had asked her to wear when they set up the spanking 
penance in the confessional booth. 

The school uniform skirts were very short, light green 
and white, pleated, plaid skirts. The little skirts 
came about a third of the way down the preteen girls' 
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. The top was 
a white blouse. 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 an inch or two 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. 

The school let the girls wear any kind of panties they 
wanted, as long as they wore panties. That was the one 
garment that was not prescribed. They could be sexy, or 
not, 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 that morning, and they 
outlined her little slit perfectly, almost like she 
didn't have any panties on. Father had asked about them 
in confession, and asked Jane to wear them to the 
spanking penance. Jane remembered eight year old Laura, 
one of her three roommates joking with her as she saw 
what panties Jane was going to wear to confession, 
saying, "Father Phillip will love those panties, Jane. 
Be sure to show them to him!" Jane smiled to herself, 
as she walked into Father Phillip's apartment. She 
thought Father Phillip would love them.

The little girl was so sensuous Father thought. Just 
looking at her started to give him an erection.

"Jane sit down, on the couch. Do you want a drink? 
Coke, water?"

"Maybe some water. I ate not long ago in the dinning 
room. Then I took nice shower so I'd be all clean." 
Jane said smiling impishly. "And I have just a tiny bit 
of perfume on. It smells like flowers. But you have to 
be real close to smell it."

Phillip had been too nervous to eat supper. He went to 
his small kitchen and got Jane a glass of water. Jane 
sat in the middle of the small couch, spreading her 
legs apart, and letting the short skirt ride up. She 
was sure Father Phillip would be able to see her 
panties. 

Phillip walked back in and his eyes were immediately 
transfixed on Jane's panties, her wonderful, longish, 
shapely legs clad in the white thigh highs ending in 
the lace top, legs spread in a V flat on the couch, 
drawing his eyes directly to her crotch, as the little 
skirt was on top of her upper thighs and did nothing to 
obscure his view. They were tight little thin material 
white bikini panties that outlined her slit perfectly. 
He could see her slit was slightly parted, and her 
little clit hood stuck out a bit. That was so erotic to 
see her slit parted, and actually see the bulge of her 
clit. Her slit seemed big for her body, but what did he 
know. The good Father didn't know anything about little 
girl clefts. 

"Ummm..." Father moaned lowly at the delicious sight.

Jane saw his look of hunger as he drank in the sight of 
her preteen pussy through her tiny panties.

"You wanted to see my panties, Father. Remember..."

"Oh, yes, how could I forget. Your panties... they're 
just... beautiful, as you are."

"You can touch them Father, touch me, take my panties 
off, kiss me...there, Father, anything at all. I know 
you... wanted to in confession." Jane offered. She was 
glad Father was wearing his black suit, including his 
coat, and priest's collar too. It comforted her, as she 
was a little apprehensive. He wouldn't hurt her would 
he, spank her really hard?

"Oh, yes, I did, I do. I want it to be...special, very 
special for you...the spanking...and, well after too."

"After, Father?"

"You know the ecumenical movement now in the Church?"

"Ec... No."

"The ecumenical movement is among all the Christian 
churches to come together. There's kind of a broader 
element to that, to bring all faiths together. There's 
a ceremony, a-ah... liturgy, sort of a sacrament in a 
branch, sect of Hinduism, Tantra, that uses certain 
sexual devotions to reach the Divine. Ah...goddess 
worship, Shakti worship. Women, females are the giver 
of life, all human life comes from a woman's Yoni, 
her... ummm vagina, pussy. Yoni is the Sanskrit word 
for the vagina that is loosely translated as "Sacred 
Space" or "Sacred Temple". Sanskrit is a very ancient 
language, from before Christ's time. 

"The Yoni is worshiped, as it should be. Part of 
worshiping the Yoni is to give the Yoni a sweet, 
loving, respectful massage. A Yoni massage will bring 
you closer to the Divine, to God. The Lingam is 
worshiped too. The Lingam is the male organ, the penis. 
It is known as the wand of light, and a Lingam massage 
will also bring the male closer to the divine. I 
thought maybe you might want to participate in this, 
this Tantric Sacred Temple ..., ritual, sacrament. I 
will worship and love your Yoni. I have candles in the 
bedroom, and some incense. You would be nude, of 
course."

Jane was getting more and more excited as she heard 
Father Phillip talk about Yoni, pussy, massaging it, 
candles, nude, and his Lingam, dick too. It was so 
erotic. What would he do? 

"Yes! Father I'd love to have my pu... Yoni massaged. 
Will you do it for a long time? My Yoni is a sacred 
Temple?"

"Yes, child, yes! The most sacred of temples, and must 
be worshiped. As long as you want me to massage your 
Yoni, as long as you want. That's part of the whole 
ritual, liturgy. The Yoni must be satisfied." 

"Oh, Father, I would love that, love it, a long time."

"Good! But first, your spanking, your penance.

"I'm a little afraid Father. You won't hit me too hard, 
will you?"

"Enough for you to feel it, feel the sting, but like 
your daddy's spanking of you, it will be a sensuous 
spanking. We'll do it on the couch here." Father 
Phillip said as he sat beside Jane.

"You want to take my panties off, Father."

"No, I'll leave them on to start. I'll sit in the 
middle of the couch, now you lay over my lap on your 
stomach. That's it. Here, you can rest your head on 
this pillow. Spread your legs. That's a good little 
girl. Ready for your spanking, child, your penance?"

Jane lay on Father's lap, and wiggled her little butt 
around in nervousness, and anticipation. She moved her 
side closer to Father Phillip's body, higher on his 
thighs to have more support. She felt his growing 
erection against her hips, and moved her little body 
over it sensually.

"Mmm..." Father Phillip moaned slightly, as he lifted 
the short little skirt up and laid it on her back. Her 
tiny butt was perfectly rounded, and tight and the tiny 
panties sunk into her butt crack. It was such a 
delicious sight he couldn't help himself as he leaned 
over and kissed, first one, then the other of her butt 
cheeks, smelling a slight scent of flowers, maybe 
flowers from Hawaii. Then he pushed his face between 
her legs and kissed, the licked her panty covered 
sacred temple, her Yoni. It was soft and yielding.

"Uhhh...Yes, Father, don't stop...yes!!" Preteen Jane 
encouraged him as she loved his mouth, his lips on her 
private parts, especially her Yoni. 

Phillip sat up. Much too fast, much too fast, he 
thought. She has a taste of what's to come now. That's 
enough. Phillip began massaging her butt all around, 
lightly over and over.

"Oh..That feels good Father, too."

"Lift your little butt up higher for Father, child."

Jane scrunched her knees closer to Father Phillip's leg 
and raised her butt up so it stuck up higher, leaving 
space underneath her body and Phillip's lap.

"That's it. Ah... I can see the outline of your Yoni 
now. It's so... perfect, yes!" Phillip said as he 
reached one hand under her pelvis, and softly stroked 
her little girl slit all up and down, pausing and 
finding her little nub of a clit. 

With the other hand he continued to rub her butt, then 
ran his fingers down all over her smooth as silk bare 
upper thighs above the top of the white thigh high 
stockings. What an erotic view he thought, the little 
girl spread eagled over his lap, butt stuck up, just 
barely covered with sexy little panties, her legs in 
thigh high white panties. Jane began to wriggle as her 
eroticism grew. Jane reached one hand under herself and 
put two tiny fingers on her clit, wanting to 
masturbate.

All of a sudden Phillip slapped her butt sharply with 
his bare hand. It hurt. Her buttocks muscles tightened.

"Ouch." Jane cried out in surprise, and pain as a few 
tears filled her eyes.

"You can't masturbate, child. Remember this is a 
spanking as penance for the sin of masturbating."

"Yes...Yes, Father." Jane said confused. 

Phillip spanked her several more times hard, and saw 
her little butt getting somewhat red. Each time she let 
out a loud "Ouch!" and her buttocks muscle tightened, 
making her little butt even more sensual looking, more 
shapely. Jane moved her knees out again lowering her 
butt in a vain attempt to move her butt further away 
from Father's slapping hand. After maybe the fourth or 
fifth slap he stopped spanking her.

"Move your butt up again Jane, put it in the air for 
me." Father commanded.

Jane did as she was told, but slowly. Phillip returned 
to massaging her butt with one hand, lightly 
sensuously, and with the other stroking and fingering 
her little girl pussy slit on top of her panties, all 
its entire length, then pausing to rub her clit in 
little circles with the tip of his middle finger.

"Does your daddy let you masturbate when he spanks 
you?"

"Yes...he does. He... He likes to watch me masturbate."

"And you like him to watch you masturbate?"

"Yes...That's wrong isn't it Father?"

"Masturbation is a sin, child." Father Phillip said 
with no conviction at all.

"Do you cum, orgasm, as you masturbate for your father 
when he spanks you?"

"Yes."

"Is it a big orgasm for you?"

"Yes. My daddy rubs me like you do, rubs my slit, my 
clit, and I get really excited, then he spanks me more, 
and I masturbate as he spanks me. Then I cum, and it's 
big,"

"Are you sometimes bad, so your daddy will spank you?"

"Yes." Jane said weakly as Father's two hands gently 
massaging her on all her private parts, on her thighs 
next to her pussy were getting her so excited. "Father 
that feels so good!" She said as she started to move 
her hips involuntarily humping Father's hands as her 
sexual excitement grew.

Father Phillip now had a raging hard on. He wanted to 
cum, but remembered that rule for the lingam massage, 
to come close to ejaculation at least six times before 
cumming. He wanted to at least try that, if he could. 
This was all so tremendously erotic.

"Do you have to have your clit rubbed to have an 
orgasm, a cum, child?"

"Yes. Sometimes I stick thinks in my pus...Yoni, but I 
don't cum, Father."

"Do you know what your G spot is child."

"No, what is it?"

"I'll show you in a bit. It's a place inside your Yoni 
that I'll massage when we have your Yoni massage, maybe 
now too."

"Time for more discipline." Phillip warned Jane this 
time as ne brought his hand down hard on her nearly 
bare buttocks.

"Ouch!! That was hard, Father." Jane cried out as a few 
tears welled in her eyes.

Smack, smack, smack, Phillip spanked her again, and 
again, even hurting his open palm a little as he 
spanked her butt again and again.

"Oooo! Ouch! Oooooo!" Jane cried out then started 
sobbing softly. It really hurt. She could feel her butt 
heating up, and knew it must be red.

Phillip stopped at the first sound of Jane's sobbing.

"There, there, it's all right, Don't cry. I'll take 
your panties off now and make you feel all better. Ok?"

"Yes." Jane sobbed as the pain subsided.

As he gently massaged Jane's red little butt, Father 
slipped the tiny panties off. 

"Stick your butt up again, Child." He ordered.

Tentatively at first, Jane slid her knees into Father's 
leg and pushed her sore butt in the air. Phillip 
massaged her butt softly, lovingly for some time, as 
Jane slowly relaxed to his ministrations. He ran his 
first finger in her butt crack, touching the little 
nine year olds anus. It was so small and inviting. He 
pressed in on it and felt her push back against his 
finger.

"Umm...ummm..." Jane moaned in pleasure.

Phillip could see her little girlcleft now perfectly, 
and her clit hood. He held it between his thumb and 
first finger of his other hand and rolled it ever so 
gently between his fingers. Then he put his thumb on 
the little nub, and moved it in little circles over and 
over, as he pressed the finger of his other hand ever 
more into her little anus, massaging it too at the same 
time.

Jane had relaxed again, completely now, as she got into 
the delicious feeling of Father's massaging her clit, 
and her anus at the same time. She was getting closer 
and closer to a climax. She wanted to cum.

"Father, Father, oh...don't stop, don't stop... I'm so 
close, so close!" Jane begged.

But Phillip did stop, and spanked her again hard, then 
again and again, and soon Jane was sobbing quietly 
again. Her butt sore from earlier, now even stung more 
than ever. It felt so warm and hot with all the blood 
that rushed there. Without talking, Father Phillip 
stopped his spanking, and once agin rubbed her butt 
gently, lovingly.

"There, there, my child it's all right. Father will 
make you feel all good now." Phillip said as he once 
again masturbated the little girl's clit with his 
thumb, and her anus at the same time. 

Jane's tears subsided, and she once again got 
tremendously aroused again. She hoped he wouldn't stop 
this time, let her cum.

But once again Father Phillip stopped and Jane felt so 
frustrated, as she feared he'd spank her again and she 
was so sore. She couldn't help it, she starting sobbing 
softly in anticipation of the hurtful hard slap on her 
buttocks from his large hand. Instead though, Father 
spread her little pussy lips with one hand, while with 
the finger next to his middle finger, he pushed gently 
into her pussy opening, the sacred temple of her Yoni, 
as Father called it. 

Phillip was surprised how fairly easy his finger went 
in. The little girl was wet and moist. It felt so good 
to him to be inside her sacred temple. His finger just 
went in a little at first, then further, and he began 
to finger fuck her little nine year old immature 
preteen Yoni slowly, then faster. Jane pushed back on 
his finger, trying to push it in further, trying to 
fuck his finger.

Phillip removed that finger, finding her immature cunt 
opening sufficiently large enough for his middle 
finger, and more, and pushed it in deeply, and began a 
very slow rhythmic finger fucking of the child's sacred 
temple. 

"Yes, Father, yes!" 

Phillip, remembering the G spot he read about, The 
sacred sector in the sacred tunnel. He slowed his 
finger fucking all the way down, then curled his finger 
up and out towards her outside, all while inside her 
preteen cunt, up above her slit opening top somewhat. 
He felt all around until he felt a little bump and he 
started to massage it with his finger tip all around, 
and over and over.

"Ummm....Father! That feels so good right there, so 
good."

"Yes, child, your sacred sector in your sacred tunnel, 
your G spot."

"Yes, Father! Rub it like that!"

As he continued to rub her G spot, Father rubbed her 
anus too with the thumb of his other hand, centering 
his thumb right over her back door entrance, pushing 
in, moving his thumb all around, over and over. His 
hands were beginning to feel a little cramped, but he 
kept at it, wanting to make the little girl cum, 
wanting to see her cum. He felt her little G spot 
growing, a gentle widening of the spot, ever wider. 

All the exquisite sensations were so sensuous to Jane, 
so erotic, and now her G spot, something she knew 
nothing about. The erotic feelings were so intense. 
Being brought up so close to cumming, then spanked, 
then again, and again. She was really building up now. 
She wanted to rub her clit in the worst way, but was 
afraid of Father, that he'd spank her again.

The little girl moaned uncontrollably in her extreme 
pleasure, as the erotic sensations grew stronger and 
stronger in her G spot, in her anus, and throughout her 
pelvic area, in her upper thighs and all over. She 
wriggled her little vulva area all over, against 
Fathers fingers on her G spot, on her anus, wriggled 
with more and more intensity, moaned louder and louder.

Sensing Jane was close, Father urged her on, "Yes, my 
child, yes, cum for father, let yourself go, cum for 
father like a good little girl, cum, cum, it's your 
Yoni's sacred duty to cum for Father, cum, little one, 
cum!"

"I want to so bad, Father, for you, I want to cum for 
you Father. You make me feel so good, so good! Father! 
Father! Father!" The little nine year old preteen Jane 
cried out, then suddenly she came, as huge waves of 
unimaginable pleasure engulfed her, engulfed her G 
spot, all throughout her tiny immature pussy. It was 
more intense than she had ever experienced before, more 
intense that she could imagine. She was floating 
somewhere, all she knew was the waves of intense 
pleasure that kept washing over her, again and again 
without stop.

"Ahhh....ohhhh... Father! My Yoni's cumming for you 
Father, cumming and cumming and cumming! Ahh..." She 
cried out and lapsed into unintelligible moans.

"So sweet, my child, so sweet!" Father Phillip cried 
out as he just had to lick her sacred temple, lick and 
eat and taste her sacred juices, the juices she was 
making just for her Father.

Phillip slid down on the couch on his back, holding her 
butt cheeks firmly in his grip he pulled her Yoni, into 
his mouth, furiously licking the open wet preteen slit 
all over, his tongue stuck all the way out, he rubbed 
the not so tiny slit up and down, up and down on his 
tongue, then pushed the tip of his tongue as deep in 
her cunt opening as he could, wanting to get completely 
inside this sweet child, all the way in her.

"Lick it Father, lick it, lick it!" Jane begged, as her 
orgasm, never seemed to stop, just subside a bit, then 
her intense erotic feelings grew and grew again as 
Father licked her. She unzipped Father's fly and 
finally she got his big hard Lingam out, his hard dick. 
She looked at it only briefly. It was handsome to her. 
She held it in both fists as white clear fluid was 
dribbling out of his pee hole. Was he cumming? 

Because of her short body she was just able to get his 
dick head in her mouth, form her lips in a suction 
around his dick head. She moved her head back and forth 
moving her lips over the ridge of Father's dick head, 
feeling him thrust his dick into her mouth, fucking his 
mouth. She paused for a moment, and licked his dick 
head all around, licking up the clear slippery fluid, 
then sticking the tip of her tiny preteen tongue into 
his expanded pee hole, as far down as she could, then 
returned to putting her lips around his dick head in a 
suction and moving up and down, up and down on his 
shaft.

For Phillip, it was the most intense sexual pleasure he 
had ever felt, well, even better he thought, than 
earlier in the day when the two little girls were 
eating him in class. Unbelievable pleasure as the 
little preteen girl's tongue and lips enveloped his 
dick head. 

He licked Jane's little twat with increased passion, 
now giving her what she craved, licking her tiny clit 
over and over and over. He sucked half her small Yoni 
into his mouth, the top part with her clit, and sucked 
it all hard, then flicked her growing clit back and 
forth, back and forth and up and down, up and down. He 
could lick her preteen cunt forever, forever, ever and 
ever!

Suddenly they both exploded in giant orgasms. Phillip 
fucked Jane's mouth as hard as he could as he orgasmed, 
feeling her tiny hands trying to hold the plunging 
member as it pumped wad after wad of hot cum in her 
mouth, gagging the little girl, who still managed to 
hold on, not letting the end of his dick out of her 
mouth, swallowing the cum as best she could, licking up 
what dribbled out.

Jane thought her first orgasm was the biggest, but 
this, just a few minutes later was even bigger. She was 
so overcome with her own orgasm it was hard to 
concentrate on Father Phillip. He spurted so much cum. 
His wand of light, his Lingam was sacred, like her 
Yoni. It's cum must be sacred too, so she licked and 
ate it all. She had seen her fathers hard dick, and 
even masturbated him a little, but she had never seen 
him cum. 

This was all such a big surprise to her. The intensity 
of Father's orgasm was a little scary. He yelled and 
screamed, trying not to be too loud, but he was loud 
enough. She too was loud. She couldn't help it. She 
wanted to cum and cum and cum with Father.

Finally their orgasms subsided as they lay where they 
had been on the couch, Father on his back, with Jane's 
Yoni on his face, and Jane's mouth around the Good 
Father's Lingam. Father continued to gently lick Jane 
all over, her anus, her slit, her clit, but ever so 
gently. The preteen Jane did the same with Father.

"Jane, you certainly fulfilled your penance. I didn't 
hurt you too much did I?" Father asked concerned, as he 
did spank her pretty hard.

"Oh, no, Father. It hurt, but it hurt good, if you know 
what I mean. Will you give me a Yoni massage now. I'm 
really ready for it, ready for a long, long Yoni 
massage."

"Of course, Jane, my sweet Yoni girl, of course. Father 
will worship, and play and adore your luscious, 
gorgeous preteen Yoni as long as your Yoni wants it. It 
is a sacred temple that must be worshiped and adored, 
and I truly adore it."

"Thank you, Father! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" 
Jane cried with glee.


The End - "Father Phillip, The Confessor - Part 2"

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: charlesodgson@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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