The story follows Madison and the Janitor, which followed Madison and her Neighbor, Madison in Trouble... oh just read the stories that have come before this one first and for Madison's physical description. ;)
Every Friday depending on what grade you were in, you had to go to confession. It wasn't a big deal. A lot of people would make up stuff just to get it over with quickly. The priest wouldn't let you leave until you had something to confess. I usually was pretty honest about it except I wasn't sure if I should tell him about my last week's happenings (see stories mentioned above). Hearing about all my fucking with the teachers - that might get me thrown out, too.
I was next in line for the booth. I was glad I wore panties today. I wasn't horny either. I was more worried about if I was honest what the consequences would be. Julie stepped out of the booth I was waiting for. She was crying and just walked away. My nerves were high as I approached the booth. I opened the door and sat in the dark room and took a deep breath. Mr. Johnson asked his usually question if I have committed any sins.
I hesitated for a moment, "Yes, sir, I have." I leg drag out a little unsure still about what to tell him.
"Tell me, Madison, what have you done wrong?" He questioned sincerely.
"Well, Sir, I've, um... I've been late to class a bunch this week."
"Why have you been late?"
"You know, this and that and." I didn't finish my sentence.
He waited a bit to see if I was done, "That's hardly a sin, but do you think your teachers deserve that type of respect you've given them lately?" I sat and thought about that one. I think they like having to discipline me and be their personal cocksucker, but I knew to just answer that question, I think.
"No, they haven't liked it at all." I confessed.
"Is there anything else you should tell me, Madison?" The priest asked innocently.
"Umm, well, I've been... kind of a bad girl, sir." I knew it was the right thing to tell him. And part of me like hearing myself be called a bad girl. I was fidgeting with my hands in my hair. Thoughts of what has happened that past week filled my head. I thought about Mr. Leon spanking me for being fresh, and telling the principal while bent over his desk with my skirt around my waist that I needed him to punish me, and having the janitor make me beg him for it after being caught on his desk touching my little pussy. I felt a small tingle start between my legs.
"How have you been a bad girl, Madison?" Innocently asked again, as if any of his students could really do anything 'bad'.
I didn't know how to say it. "I've... done some naughty things with some people I shouldn't have, sir." I wanted to tell him.
"Are you referring to sex?"
"Well, um, yeah." I replied.
"Are you finding your body acting in strange ways that feel good?" Feel good, I thought to myself, felt great having my ass over my teacher's knee while each time he spanked me my pussy ached. My mind was loaded with naughty images. And the more he asked these innocent questions the less innocent I felt.
"Yes, sir." I was struggling not to release a moan.
"Tell me everything you did so that I may lift the burden of these sins and show you down the correct path again, Madison." He was so sincere it was making me want to act even badder than before.
"Uhg... I don't know, I've been very bad, sir." Gosh, I wanted to tell him everything about how I felt and how good it all made my pussy feel, but I was hesitant. I mean it was a priest!
"Don't worry, this is just between you and me. You need to let these evil things go so that you may better yourself and rid the evil. Please go on." He answered in a gentle voice. He was pretty young for his position. I'm not even sure if he really was a priest but that's how all students thought of him. I think he was in his early forties. Instantly my mind began thinking of naughty thoughts of him. He didn't always do confession. He was only part time and took his job very seriously, which made my dirty thinking a bit easier.
"Um, well, you see, when I was late for one of my classes, it was over the school limit. I had to go see him after class. When I got to his office, he told me that if I didn't do what he said that I'd lose my scholarship to college..."
"Tell me how you were bad, Madison?" Sounding concerned and helpful the priest responded.
"I, I, um, had to, oh geez, I had to suck his coc, I mean, his penis, sir."
"And did you like it?" His tone was turning from sweet to serious.
"Yes, I did, sir." I couldn't believe what I was telling the priest. Being alone in that dark room, I was starting to get hot. My pussy was tingling more now. I wondering if telling him would make his cock hard. Then I imagined the young new priest's cock. I wondered if it was a nice fat cock with a thick mushroom head that easy leaked precum. To wondering if he liked pound girls little pussies doggie style in the confessional.
"Is there more, Madison?" Bringing me back from my fantasy world, his voiced sounded more interested now. I told him how about the principal and how I had to have a meeting with the two of them. I told him that I had to ask for more punishment and how he fucked me on his desk.
"Sounds like you like them treating you like this. Tell me, did it make you feel good to do what they told you?"
"Yes, sir." I could now feel my pussy seeping onto my panties.
"Is there more you want to share?"
"Well, I can't stop thinking about it and my puss... I mean, I want to touch myself all the time. During class yest..."
"Why do you want to touch yourself?"
What was he asking exactly? His questions were all said in a very solemn tone like the principal and my teacher said when they were controlling me, it was beginning to do something to my body. I wanted to tell him more and more about how I was such a bad girl.
"Because it feels good, sir." I was getting hot. I lifted my skirt a little and started to rub my now wet pussy through my panties.
"Do you think it's right to do whatever feels good anytime?"
"Um... No..." No. As I continue to use one fingertip slide across my clothed pussy I could feel the wetness of my pussy seep through my panties to my fingertip.
"Are you touching yourself right now, Madison?" OH GOD! Having him ask me set my pussy on a new level of hot. I found my clit and start to rub it slowly with my fingernail through my wet panties teasing myself. I found my breathing becoming labored and the hairs on the back of my neck starting to stand.
"I can hear you, I know you like telling me how you've acted. Tell me, is your pussy wet?" The way he said the word pussy was so sexy. It just rolled off his tongue so smoothly. The speed of my finger on my clit increased. His sexy words were going to bring me to orgasm.
"UHH-hUHhh..." I let out as I rubbed myself through my very wet panties now.
"What a bad girl. Letting your teachers treat you like a 'slut' and you enjoying every minute of it, right? You need to repent for your sins, Madison." As I listened to his soft voice I continued to tease my wet pussy.
"How should I do that, sir?"
"First 'spread' your legs more for me. I think this is going to take some time. I think in order for you to not want to be such a bad girl we will have to do some things first."
I spread my legs more as I played with my wet pussy. I watched as my skirt rose up my thighs. I let out a soft moan unintentionally. I was so hot. I started fantasizing about the priest playing with my young pussy.
"What kind of things, sir?" The anticipation was killing me. With one hand I slid my soaked panties to the side and gently began fingering my pussy. I could feel my wetness coating my finger instantly as I ran it up and down the length of my slit.
"We will discuss that in private at a later time. Know that you are a very bad girl, Madison and you will need to be punished until you stop your behavior as a slut. This will not be a fun time, but a time for learning. I want you to meet me in my chambers in one hour. Understand?"
"Yes, sir." I moaned as I continued playing with myself in the confessional booth, my legs completely spread with a foot on each side of the booth I was sitting on. I could help myself. I inserted a single finger wish it was a fat hard cock and began slowly sliding it in and out.
"Now get to your next class and take your hand away from your wet pussy." He said that word again. It was so smooth and sexy the way he said pussy. "And don't touch it until then, either!" I was stroking my clit with my thumb and gentling continued to fuck my tight hole. His idea of controlling me was making my pussy seriously ache.
"Bad girl. I said take your hand away from your dripping pussy!" He didn't raise his voice to add a level of authoritative tension to it that I also loved. I obeyed and licked my finger clean wondering if he tasted better.
I got up and left the booth and went to my next class with thoughts filled of acting like a slut. I couldn't wait to find out what was in store for me in an hour. For the entire class time, I spent fantasizing about him doing very bad things to be. I don't think I heard a single word Mrs. Karry said the entire time. When it was time, I made my way down to his chambers. I had actually never been in. My heart was pattering and my teeth were chattering. I walked in and it was a huge room. It was square about the size of three living rooms long. It was where a few of the holy men gathered to study. At the opposite end of the room, Mr. Johnson was sitting at a large desk, the only desk in the room, doing some paper work. He didn't notice me. Over towards where I was standing in the very back of the room was a good sized table where two men were reading textbooks. They were all dressed in the same get up, a monk like robe that looked all one piece in a nice light tan. I made my way down the room to Mr. Johnson.
He finally looked up and looked me straight in the eyes. "Glad you made it. Are you ready to set yourself straight no matter what?" Instantly I felt my nipples harden against my tight white blouse. I wanted him to look down at see. I wondered if he knows my pussy was already soaked.
"Yes sir, I want to be a good girl." I said standing before his groping eyes. His eyes lingered on my nipples sending electric charges straight to my tingling pussy.
