It is time for Mass and Choir Practice and I'm a little nervous as you, as my Father Confessor, said you wished to see me for some Oral Discipline after Mass.
"Could my sin be that bad?" I ponder as I walk to Chapel.
"Surely not," I continue to myself as my steps begin to lag and falter.
After Confession, I had run home to shower quickly and get changed into a fresh uniform, and, oh yes; clean panties too. I noticed, when I was changing for my shower, that the pair I was wearing had been damp where the material was nestled up against me, and they stuck to my private area just a little.
The Chapel of Our Lady was just around the next corner, and as I rounded it, I saw other parish families hurrying as well. I gave a quick look at my watch, and picked up my pace. You would be more upset with me were I late for Mass than if I was late to your office.
Stepping into the warm interior of the Chapel quickly, I dip my fingers into the fountain of Holy Water, make the sign of the Cross, and take a seat on the aisle end of the last row.
The procession down the aisle starts almost as soon as I get seated. I turn to watch as the altar boys and other clerics enter just before you do. You catch my eye as you proceed down the aisle.
As you pass by, I lower my eyes, and the procession continues to the front and you climb the steps to the altar, make a bow of respect to the Cross, and then take your seat. Mass has started.
As I go thru the motions required; stand, sit, kneel, pray, and answer in like words to those you intone, my mind is pulled to something you said in the Confessional.
"To prepare you for our session, I want you to remember this man... let your feelings and inner desires come out. Think of me and be ready...
"Let your thoughts of me, take over your feelings. I want to see just how much of a sin that this is. Then, I want you to show me these thoughts you have of this man.... demonstrating on me, your actions and desires.
"If you do as I have said, you will then be ready for my session. I will be sitting in the office, after Mass, waiting."
The end of Mass brings me abruptly back to the present. I am suddenly very nervous. I've never had to meet you in your office before. I'm 18 now, and a good Catholic girl, why am I nervous? Just because you've been my Father Confessor since I prepared to take my First Communion, is no real cause for nerves. Is it?
I sit still in the pew, waiting for the others to leave the Chapel so I can make my way back to your office, unnoticed. I also remember that you admonished me that I must not tell anyone of our special meeting, and that the sin I committed would be revealed to me after our session.
I look up and see that the Chapel is empty of people. Everyone has left, except for you and me. Even the Choir group is not in the Chapel. They are meeting downstairs tonight.
I get up, genuflect, make the sign of the Cross, and start to walk down the long aisle to the door to the right of the altar. This door, I know, leads to your office. I open it, walk thru it and then close it softly and walk down the semi-dark hall to the door marked, Father J. Ignacias.
Knocking on the door, I wait for you to answer.
"Come in, my child," you call out and I enter your office for the first time.
"Good Evening, Father."
I am unable to look you in the eyes at present, only because I don't know what to expect from you.
"Relax Child, and come sit. I just want to talk to you and find out exactly what the nature of your sin is and how severe it may be."
You smile as I visibly relax and approach the chair you have pulled up near your desk.
Once I am seated in the chair, you rise and walk around to the front of your desk. Leaning against it, you face me; your hands, with their long fingers, are clasped in front of you.
"Now my Child, tell me about these lust filled dreams you had last night; and the INCREDIBLE things this man did to you... all night long."
I clear my throat in an attempt to speak. When I do, my voice falters due to my being nervous. You pull up the other chair and then sit down, reaching to touch me in reassurance.
Gently lifting my chin, so that I can look in your eyes, you slowly lean forward and take my hand between yours.
"Relax, Lynne. Think of my office as an extension of my Confessional and that the partition is between us."
As you have begun to speak in that low, soft tone of yours, you are slowly, almost idly, sliding your fingers up and down two of mine. It sends strange, yet familiar, feelings scurrying thru my body, ending to centre in the area between my thighs. I feel a moistness seep from me into my panties. I stir.
"Um, Father Joe? You're making me feel like my dreams did last night. Why are you doing that?"
You reach up and move a strand of hair that has strayed from its confines of my hairclip before you speak.
"I want you to recall exactly what it was that you felt for this man last night in your dreams, Lynne. If you are to show me evidence of your sins, I need to make you feel it again. This is a way, one of many I know, in which to start."
"Oh, I see. Well, my dreams started out with me looking at the nude pictures of himself he sent me. They were of an erotic nature Father, and they made my panties start to get wet as I sat and looked. Then he sent me a message, we spoke for awhile, then said our good-nights and signed off."
"Hmmmm, I see." The idle stroking of my fingers continued and occasionally you would pull them apart slightly and slide a finger in between them, close to the little "v" where the finger joined my hand.
As I turned to you to continue speaking, I noticed that your robe was sticking up in a place where it shouldn't. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help myself.
Catching my fixed gaze, you follow it downward and see the reason as to why I am staring. Before you continue, you rise from the chair and cross your office to the door, turning the key to lock it. Then you cross back to where I'm sitting and lean against your desk once again.
"Lynne? I want to know exactly what you dreamt about. Leave out nothing in the telling. In order to absolve you of your sins, I am also going to have you show me, and tell me, exactly what he was doing to you in these dreams. Think of me as if I were him. I will also need your panties to be left as evidence of those sins. Do you understand all of this?"
As you have been speaking to me, you have been undoing the black flowing robe you usually wear in the Confessional. Soon, every hidden button is undone and your bare skin is exposed to me for the first time. I can only stare at your pale nakedness and the growing evidence of your arousal that was beneath the robe.
My panties were feeling very damp now and are sticking to me like they had been earlier, during Confession. I move slightly in my chair. Seeing me squirm, you lean down and draw me up in front of you, bringing me closer and closer.
