Father Gregory O'Malley sat up straighter in his leather swivel chair at the sound of a knock on his office door. He paused a minute to gather his thoughts and calm his racing heartbeat. Father Gregory was only 33, young by the standards of the church. He had come to Holy Innocents Catholic School five years before, and was now the chaplain and spiritual head of the preparatory academy. Today, his years of preparation would be put to the test. Hopefully everything would go according to plan. According to the way Archbishop Boller had taught him.
"Come in," he called. He watched the handle turn slowly. Finally the door began to open on its hinge, until the petite blonde 18-year-old standing in the doorway was revealed. She was no more than 5'1", with a trim waist, angelic face, small, pert breasts, and a bubble butt Father Gregory had to continually restrain himself from squeezing. Pure perfection. "Ah, Lilly." Her name rolled off his tongue like honey. "Sit down, my child," he said, motioning to the chair opposite the desk. A small smile crept across his face, although he tried to appear stern. He cleared his throat and pressed his lips into a tight frown as the girl softly shut the door behind her and hesitantly approached him. She appeared nervous, which put Father O'Malley at ease. He knew simply by observing her timid behavior that she would easily bend to his will.
Her eyes were cast down, staring at her hands in her lap. He gazed at the top of her head, took in the part in her blond hair, imagined what she smelled like. It was obvious she was not going to speak first.
"My child," the priest said gently. "Do you know why I asked to see you today?"
"No, Father," Lilly said in a whisper. "Sister Mercy just said I was in trouble." Little did the poor girl know that Sister Mercy was one of Archbishop Boller's other trainees in debauchery. Privately, Archbishop Boller and his apostles referred to themselves as the Order of Hedone. Under the Archbishop's careful tutelage, Sister Mercy and Father Gregory -- amongst others -- had learned the gospel of pleasure that was denied them by their holy church. Father Gregory would never forget the first time his cock slid inside Sister Mercy's pussy on this very desk, the Archbishop watching with approval. Now, Lilly was to be Father Gregory's first convert. "Yes, Lilly, you are. And do you know why you're in trouble?" He lowered his voice into a low growl and felt a shiver creep down his spine as he saw her lip quiver ever so slightly. Father Gregory's faith in Archbishop Boller was validated; the Archbishop had been correct that this young girl was truly a seeker and was ripe for Father Gregory's message of the Order of Hedone.
"No, Father." She sniffed a little, still staring at her lap, and he grinned. Father Gregory reached for the top-left drawer of his desk and slid it open, revealing a pair of Lilly's white cotton panties. Sister Mercy had brought them to him after Lilly undressed to take her shower that very morning. The evidence of her activities the evening before remained in the crotch. Of course, the dorms were strictly monitored, so Lilly's own fingers were the culprits behind the cum clotted on the white fabric. He rubbed the soft material between his fingers for an instant before flinging the garment across the desk at the girl.
Lilly gasped as the wad of her own panties hit her breasts and fell into her lap. She clutched them in her hands and finally, desperately, looked directly into Father Gregory's face.
"I'm so sorry! Father, I... I..." Lilly sputtered an apology, for what she did not know. Tears pooled in her eyes and began to trickle down her pretty face. The girl was obviously bewildered and tremendously embarrassed. How could he have known? Was touching herself really wrong?
"Shhh, my child," the priest said soothingly. "Perhaps I exaggerated your troubles. I won't punish you, Lilly, although you have introduced a great evil into the dormitory. I'm merely concerned for your spiritual well-being, as well as that of the other girls."
"What have I done?" she pleaded.
"Look at your panties. Do you see the discharge? Touch it, my child. I want you to feel the results of your wickedness." He watched her relax her frantic grip on the underwear she still held with white-knuckles. Lilly spread the waistband of the panties so the strip that had been nestled against her warm folds only a few hours before was revealed. The white creamy substance she had felt on her fingers last night remained on the fabric. She blushed, shame-faced at the exposure of her sinful acts. At last, she touched the cum with her fingers. Another tear escaped the corner of her eye as she blinked.
"There is something evil inside you causing this discharge, Lilly. Do you understand me?"
Lilly had composed herself a bit thanks to the gentleness in Father Gregory's voice. "Yes, Father, I understand."
