The short, yet imposing figure of Sister Marjorie bustled into his office. She was hustling someone in front of her. Lucas’ interest soared as he recognised the girl from one of the senior classes he had visited.
“We are very sorry to trouble you, Father,” The nun declared, her face crimson. “This is Heather. Heather, say hello to Father Bland.”
“Hello, Father.”
Lucas let himself take in the girl before speaking. She was taller than Sister Marjorie, slender, with an ample chest. In fact, her school blouse may have been bought before she blossomed, as the buttons seemed rather stretched. Her hair was a cheerful bright blonde, pulled into two cute pigtails. She had a very cute, cheerful face, though at the moment she wore an expression of shame, her blue eyes downcast.
“Hello Heather,” He said gently. “What can I do for you ladies?”
“Heather is here to speak to you, Father,” The nun drummed out like a drill sergeant. “About her absolute disregard for the word of the Lord.”
He studied the cute face, the little button nose and pink cheeks. “Is this true, Heather?”
The girl mumbled inaudibly.
“Speak up!” Marjorie commanded.
“I didn’t mean to.” Heather managed.
“Don’t you lie to the Father, now,” The sister said. “God will see your lies, here more than anywhere.”
Lucas raised a placating hand. “Let’s just wait a second, Sister. Heather, how old are you?”
“Eighteen.” She mumbled.
“Oh, then this is very serious,” He said. “Very serious. Sister, I need to speak with Heather alone, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course not, Father.”
“Please close the door. Okay, Heather,” He said when they were alone, the girl still standing dejectedly. “What happened?”
“I’m really sorry,” She said, her lip trembling. “I just said… um, Sister Grace said we were going to do Bible readings, and, um…”
“Yes? What did you say?”
“Um, like, my friend Vanessa sits next to me, and… I said to her… I didn’t feel like reading the Bible.”
“Yes?”
“And Sister Grace heard me!” She blurted, getting closer to tears. Lucas almost grinned as he realised that this was the extent of her crime. Just in time he forced himself into a frown of consternation.
“Well, I agree with the Sisters. This is most serious, my child.”
“But I didn’t mean it!” She wailed.
“That is not the issue, child,” He overrode her sternly. “The issue is your… very serious blasphemy. Yes, that’ll do. Blasphemy!”
“Oh!” To his amazement, she sank to her knees. “Please forgive me, Father!”
He couldn’t pass this up. He jumped to his feet and strode around the desk, keeping his face very stern. Inside he was overjoyed to have the cute little teenager kneeling in front of him. Still, it was probably not a good idea to just whip out his cock.
Instead he placed a hand on the soft blonde head, imagining pulling it into his crotch. She looked up at him with watery eyes.
“Be at peace, my child,” He said. “I can help you to find the forgiveness of God.”
“Yes! Yes please help me Father.” She grabbed his legs in desperation.
“You will need to confess your sins to me.” He said, waving towards the new confessional in the far corner of the room.
“Oh, of course, of course.” She said, already smiling in relief.
“Just a minute, Heather. This will be a different sort of confession to what you are used to.”
“I’ll do anything, Father. Anything.”
“That’s a good girl, very good,” He gestured towards the confessional. “Let me hear your confession now.”
When she was seated in the dimness of the confessional, Heather began to feel better. She was certain that with Father Bland’s help, she would get past the terrible sins that she had committed. Why had she ever said that about the Bible? She must have known it was wrong.
The screen slid open, revealing the outline of the priest’s head.
“Yes, my child?” He intoned.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” She began the familiar words. “It has been two days since my last confession.”
“Go on, my child.”
“I… um… I did a terrible blasphemy Father. I… uh… said I didn’t want to read the Bible, but I didn’t mean it.”
“I see,” His voice came sternly through the screen. “That is a most serious sin. Do you know what Jesus said about those who commit this sin?”
“Um, no, Father.”
“Jesus said unto them: ‘those that say that they are unwilling to read my words, they must be inspected for sins by my priests.'”
“Oh,” Heather said, trying to remember this passage from her many readings of the Good Book. “I don’t remember that, Father, sorry. Where is it?”
“It’s in a special book, one for priests only,” He said quickly. “Now, are you willing to obey the words of Jesus and be forgiven?”
“Oh yes, Father, of course.” She gushed.
“Then kneel facing the screen, my child,” His voice seemed kinder now. “And prepare for your inspection.”
Heather knelt on the floor, surprised by the padded cushion she felt under her knees. She noticed that the wall in front of her had a strange decoration like three circles, one lower than the other two. As she looked at them, she heard the sliding of another screen and the circles opened, showing the dim chamber of the priest beyond.
“Father?” She asked.
“Sssh, quiet, my child. Now, don’t be alarmed, I’m going to inspect you.”
Heather gasped quietly as the priest’s hand came through the bottom hole, about level with her mouth. She watched it reach down and gasped again, louder, as the questing fingers found her right breast.
“Ooh, Father, what are you doing?” She asked tremulously as the hand rubbed her big breast, squeezing its firm curves through her school blouse.
“I’m inspecting you. Now stay still.”
Heather obeyed, staying still and biting her lip as Father Bland’s hand migrated to her left breast, squeezing it roughly and giving it little shakes. She tried not to make her disquiet audible as the hand moved back and forth on her chest, rubbing and wobbling. She thought she could hear the priest breathing heavily. She didn’t know what he was looking for, but it seemed to be quite difficult.
“Father?” She asked. “Is it okay?”
“Huh?” The priest mumbled. “Oh, oh yes, well. I can’t tell, my child. I think your clothing is blocking my… uh… priest powers, yes. Take them off.”
Heather felt her nerves soar, even as she was happy he had taken his hand away.
“My clothes?”
“Yes. Just your shirt and bra should do it. Take them off now please.”
“Um… Father, do I have-”
“Heather,” He interrupted angrily. “For the sake of your soul, you must take your top off now. Jesus commands it!”
“Okay,” She said meekly. “Yes, Father.”