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slipped into the office and closed the door behind
her. He was bent over some paperwork.
    “Father,” she said, catching his attention.
Once she had it she slowly, seductively began slipping out of her
blouse and bra, exposing her ample chest with pert nipples. Then
she slid her panties over her hips, letting them fall to the floor.
“Would you like to suck on my clit and fuck my pussy?” she asked
him.
    “Yes, very much, Mindy.” His breathing began
to labor as his eyes focused on her skirt. Or rather, what was
beneath it. Forbidden fruit.
    She shoved all the paperwork off of his desk
and climbed on top of it, exposing the naked flesh between her legs
for him. He buried his head between her thighs, sucking her
clitoris and running his tongue around and over it.
    As this thought raced through her mind her
hand began moving faster and faster between her legs and before she
could get to the part of the fantasy where he was making love to
her, she came.
    ***
    Day three of her detention appeared more
dismal than the day before. She arrived to find the little desk in
the center of the room missing its dildo. Instead, a pen and two
sheets of paper sat on top of the desk. Father Santiago sat behind
the desk with his nose in the book. Whatever he was reading must
have been interesting because it took him about two minutes for him
to even acknowledge she was there. She simply stood in front of the
desk and awaited his instruction.
    “Ah, sit at the desk. You will write the
sentence I will abide the dress code one-hundred times.” His
eyes went back to the book.
    She stomped to the desk and sat down. Picking
up the pen she put it to the first sheet of paper and began
writing. In order to get it onto the page 100 times she’d have to
make sure she had at least twenty-five lines per page, front and
back.
    It was line eighty four when she realized
Father Santiago was standing over her shoulder, watching her write.
A rush of excitement ran through her. Surely he would expect some
sexual penance; or at least she hoped he would. She drew her thighs
together and kept writing. When she finally reached one-hundred
lines she set the pen down on the desk and looked over her shoulder
at him. “I’m done, father.”
    “Good. Now stand up and remove all of your
clothing.”
    That same rush of excitement ran through her
again, this time lingering between her thighs. Looking nervously at
the door, she started to unbutton her blouse and kick off her black
slip-on shoes. Next, she slipped out of her bra. In her fantasy she
moved like a succubus, slow and seductive. Now, she simply felt
clumsy and awkward. Father Santiago didn’t seem to mind. His eyes
were fixed on her breasts. He licked his lips.
    She took off her socks then slipped out of
her skirt and panties. Finally she stood in front of him completely
naked. After another nervous glance at the door she finally asked,
“Father, what if someone comes down?”
    He smiled. “Then they can watch. Get up on
the desk on your back, knees bent.”
    Sprinting to the desk, she gracefully hoisted
herself on top of it and laid back, her legs spread and her feet on
the edge of the desk.
    “Nice.” His hands slipped over her outer
thighs and then he gently caressed her inner thighs. Then his hands
moved to her lower stomach and he traced his index finger over her
belly to her swollen mound. He ran his finger right down her slit
to the wet spot. “Mmm.”
    She pushed her hips forward, hoping to
indicate she wanted him without having to say it.
    Father Santiago seemed to take the hint. He
pulled his swollen penis from his trousers and pressed the head at
the opening of her tight hole. He pushed in a little, slipping the
head inside.
    A whimper escaped Mindy’s throat. It hurt,
but she wanted it.
    He pulled out a little then shoved it back
in, each time driving it deeper into her until finally, he
penetrated her, head to base in slow, long strokes. Finally, his
index finger found her clitoris and