13 comments/ 136015 views/ 19 favorites Mrs. Johnson's Confession By: A_Satori copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved. [Author's note: This is a story based on the excellent series of stories by Charles Petersunn: Jasons and the Johnsons, Jason and Mrs. Johnson, and, Jason Comes to the Back Door. Since what follows is a sequel story, it's suggested that those three stories (at least Back Door) be read prior to reading the story below, which is "a" not "the" sequel to Jason Comes to the Back Door. This story should be viewed as a tangential or alternative sequel to Charles Petersunn's series, NOT the "official" continuation of his storyline. The only official/true sequel to the "Jason" series will be written and posted by Charles Petersunn, and I for one look forward to reading it in the future. My thanks to Charles Petersunn for consenting to the reprinting/revision of the last few paragraphs of Jason Comes to the Back Door.] Mrs. Johnson's Confession Phil's brow pinched as he looked at the screen again. He wondered about a practical joke again. How could this woman have missed all the news stories about sexual abuse by priests. He interrupted her stammering, "I'm not just a priest, I'm a man too. I know how... problematic it can be especially for young men to be around a pretty girl. I know about impure thoughts." Phil smiled. "And they teach us about those sorts of things at the seminary too." His smile grew as he shook his head slightly. They hadn't much when he was in seminary. He figured it was on the curriculum at all seminaries now though. Madeline realized he was a man. Catholics were so weird though, she was sure she had heard they were castrated before becoming priests. She blinked. Wait. Maybe that was a medieval boys choir in Vienna. Didn't she see something on Public Television about it? They were all casanovas... wait... that wasn't the right word. "Are you still there?" He knew she was, he hadn't heard the door open and the tiny light on his board was still on. "Yes, Father Phil." She blinked. Castrati! That was the word! It kept their voices high pitched. She blinked. Fr. Phil's voice wasn't high pitched. Yes, it must have been the boys choir. "You were talking about Jason and Bridget?" "Oh... oh yes. Well... I want my daughter to be happy in their, you know, marital bed, but... Jason being so young and naive, I decided to... to have some talks with him about... well, at first I told him how important it was that Bridget be chaste before her wedding night, and... and that I knew he had, well, urges that he'd have to deal with, and that I was always available to talk to, when... when he thought... um... when the urges were getting too great. I also asked him if he had any... um... instruction in se... in marital duties, if... if his mother had told him about how to... um... take care of his future wife, which would be, you know, my beautiful Bridget." Phil sighed. The way this was going he hoped he'd at least be able to catch the second half of the Irish game. He was also dying for a smoke. He shifted in his seat to get to the small side slit of his cassock as quietly as possible, then twisted and stretched a little more in the cramped enclosure to get his hand under his priestly garb and into his jeans pocket. He pulled out a Jolly Roger candy and quietly unwrapped it. He put it in his mouth. Mmm... watermelon. Madeline sensed a slight scent of watermelon. She thought of the day working in the garden when she got carried away a little and happened to show Jason her entire breast. "Ohhhhh my," she murmured. "Pardon me?" "Oh nothing, Father Phil. I was just thinking about my garden." "So... back to Jason and Bridget. You were talking to Jason." Madeline churned her hips and twisted her back. She wasn't used to kneeling in church even on a cushioned kneeler. She only knelt down to give Jason oral instruction. She licked her lips. She thought about the time he had been on his knees and had licked her nether regions, including her... very nethermost region. She clenched her pussy and anus, then squeezed her thighs together without thinking. She felt a little itchy tingle radiate between her legs. "Are you all right?" He hoped she wasn't going to start bawling. That had happened to him more than a few times. "Huh? What, Dr. Phil?" She blinked, "Oh... sorry, Father Phil?" "I'm... I'm wondering if you might... well, take some time to organize your thoughts before we talk, and I could meet with you face to fa..." Madeline interrupted, "I've been organizing my thoughts, you know, what to say, for five days now, Dr... Father Phil." She could never say any of this to him face to face! Phil sighed again as he rolled the hard candy to his opposite cheek. He frowned. "All right. Just relax and tell me about it all. We have all the time in the world. So... you're concerned about your daughter staying chaste, and worried about Jason being horn... ahh... stifling his urges towards your daughter. You've spoken to him about it, and... and asked if he had spoken to his..." Phil's brow pinched. "I believe you said his mother, about the... ahhh... facts of life, about... about..." He sighed. "About having sex, making love within the sanctity of marriage." Madeline's eyes grew large. "You... you can say..." her voice went down to a whisper, "...having sex and making love, you can say that here... in... in your church, Father Phil?" Phil smiled. "Yes, we can talk about that, and say those words in church. Sex... making love within marriage is a joyous, beautiful experience." John Paul II had finally come out with a papal encyclical saying so. Madeline wondered how he'd know that, then without thinking she blurted, "I wish my Jim thought that." Her eyes went wide again. Jim would be so angry if he knew she had just told any reverend that, but especially a Catholic one. Phil started wondering exactly how long he'd be stuck in the confessional, if he'd see any of the game. He decided to ignore the Jim reference. "Was Jason respectful to your, uh... concerns?" "Oh, yes, Jason is a beautiful boy, very polite, and... yes, very respectful." Phil grabbed at a futile hope. "Well, to be honest, it doesn't seem any sin has been committed. Talking to Jason as you did, was... well, nothing more than motherly concern, and since he has shown resp..." Madeline interrupted, "There's more to it, Dr... Father Phil." Phil told himself to settle down. He wasn't getting out of the box any time soon. "All right... go on. Tell me everything about it." "Well... Jason said he hadn't spoken with his mother about it, you know, the marital bed and keeping my Bridget happy in it. He said it would be somewhat difficult for him to speak to his own mother about it, so... so I volunteered to... well, tutor him in the... um... subject. He quickly agreed to it. So... we started some lessons, but... well, I could also see, you know, in his jeans that day and other days he was with Bridget that he was having difficulties about his... urges." Phil's brow pinched. He knew what she probably meant, at least he thought he did, but she was such a screwball he figured he should ask, "You mean his jeans with a 'J', not genes with a 'G'." "Huh? I always spell jeans with a 'J', Father Phil." "Yes, yes of course, so... you noticed Jason was getting erections around your daughter. That's really quite nor..." Madeline interrupted, whispering, "You can say erections in church too?" Phil sighed yet again. "In the confessional, you can say... what needs to be said when talking about sins." "Oh... I didn't know that... well, I mean, I've never been in a confessing closet before." "Yes, yes I know. Go on." "Yes, Dr. Phil, that's exactly what he had in his jeans..." She lowered her voice to a whisper, "... erections. A lot of them. Everytime he came over to do homework with my Bridget." Phil blinked and his gut tensed. "Homework? How old is Jason, and your daughter?" "They're both 20 years old now. Is that important?" He relaxed. "No, I... I just wanted to know if they were adults. I mean... not children." Madeline smiled impishly. "Well, Dr. Phil, they'll always be children, won't they? My Bridget will always be my sweet, beautiful daughter." Phil rolled his eyes. "Yes, they will." He took a quick breath. "Jason having erections is normal, just as long as he doesn't act on his... desires." "Isn't that hard, Dr. Phil?" Madeline giggled at her little pun. "I mean difficult." For a moment Phil clenched his jaw at her giggle, then wondered if the real Dr. Phil was watching the Notre Dame-Michigan pre-game show right now. "Yes, as I said, it can be very difficult." "Well, Jason was having a lot of difficulties, so I thought it best that his urges be directed away from Bridget to... to someone else while he was visiting the house, and since I was the only other girl... well, woman around, that... well, it had to be me." Phil's brow pinched as he looked at the muslin covered screen. "You... you did... ahh.. wha'... uh... go on. What... how did you do that?" "Well, Dr. Phil, it seems a little silly now, but I told Jason he had to sit by the window in Bridget's room so... so I could make sure he wasn't... you know doing things with Bridget while they studied, so... so to make sure he stayed in his chair, I went out to the garden, wearing shorts and an old and slightly tattered T shirt, without any... um... female support garment beneath, and one of the rips in the shirt, um... slightly exposed some of my... um... umm... my chestal area, which I thought would keep his... his..." She whispered, "sexual desires," her voice rose again, "... on my... my chestal area. But... I saw him turn his head away a few times, so I pulled the little rip open a bit more, thinking that would keep his interest on me, and kept working in the garden, digging away, getting those pesky weeds out, but I was keeping my eye on him the whole time, and with all my movements working, um... well, my... my female chestal organ fell completely out of my shirt without me knowing it." Phil's jaw went slack for a moment, then he swallowed. "You... you exposed your breast to him?" "Can you say bre... oh... that's right. In this closet we can say words like that. I forgot, Dr. Phil. Yes, yes, my breast. Then when I noticed it hanging out I rushed upstairs to put on a new shirt, and while I was up there, I asked the kids if they wanted some cookies and they said yes, so I asked Jason to come down to the kitchen with me to get them so Bridget could keep studying. "Well... in the kitchen I noticed he had a big erection, and I knew it was my fault, so... so I felt guilty about that, and I didn't want him around Bridget in that condition, so I told him to follow me and we went into the den and sat on the couch there. I told him I could see he had a stiffy. I asked him if it was all achy and he said it was, at least I think I asked him that. So I told him the best thing to do with it was to get rid of it the regular way, and that he shouldn't be ashamed of it because, well... it really was my fault for showing him my breast which I hadn't really meant to do at all. So I told him to take it out of his jeans and stroke it to ejaculation because... well, I know that's a sure fire way to get it down. "I could see he was a little nervous about it, so I encouraged him like any good mother would, and he took it out but it was slow going because he was so nervous and a little embarrassed, and I knew Bridget would be wondering what was taking so long to get the cookies and milk, so to speed him up, I opened my shirt and showed him both my breasts, which I thought was all right to do since he had already seen one. Well, that got him really hard and stroking faster, but then I started worrying about the mess he'd make on the rug, so... I lay back and told him to shoot it on my... you know, my chestal area, my... my breasts. "So he moved and got on his knees sort of leaning over me. Then I got concerned, when he, you know, reached orgasm, he'd not be thinking about his aim, so... so I took over for him, and that seemed to make him really hard, and then it was only a couple minutes before he was squirting his stuff all over my breasts, and I must say, he had been holding a lot of that stuff inside him. It was like drizzled icing on a coffee cake except, you know, it was on my breasts. It was just in time too, because Bridget wandered downstairs wondering what was holding up the cookies and milk. So... in the end, it all turned out all right. He put it back in his jeans, I covered up and got the milk and cookies for the kids." Madeline blinked and then exhaled. It actually felt good to finally tell somebody, especially knowing she was under the veil. Maybe it was the sin lifting off her soul! Phil's mouth was hanging open again. It wasn't the act that shocked him, it was her incredible rationalization of it that astounded him, so much so, he wasn't aware of the growing bulge in his own jeans. "Is... is that all you've... done with Jason?" "Oh no. I still kept my eye on him every time he came over to crack the books with Bridget. And sure enough, even with Bridget's door open, he was still getting those pesky stiffies. So I'd get the kids separated, and it had to be quick so Bridget wouldn't get curious about Jason being downstairs, so I would just take over and get it done for him. It usually only took a few minutes and it wasn't that much work cleaning up after him, the kitchen floor is tile and fairly easy to wipe up. I didn't have one of those swiffer spray mops until recently, but... well, that has nothing to do with it." She smiled thinking of the little joke she told herself cleaning up Jason's icing the last time, that it should be called a 'stiffy spray mop.' "Anyway, those... I call those episodes relieving sessions now, worked out well, you know, relieving his urges, and it gave me an idea for my other motherly concern, that Jason be knowledgeable about what to do in the marriage bed with my beautiful daughter. You see, it broke the ice for what I now think of as our learning sessions." Madeline giggled softly. "At first I thought of them as teaching or tutoring sessions, but then thought it would be best to look at it from Jason's perspective, since, well, the point was his learning, not my teaching." Phil drew his jaw up. "Wha'... wha'... What do you mean, learning sessions? What... what happened during those sessions?" Madeline began a long monologue, describing her concerns for her daughter and Jason, how she viewed him as her son in many ways, how she truly wanted both of the young people to have the very best marriage. She told Dr. Phil (a.k.a. Fr. Phil) that the lessons started by showing Jason a woman's body, her own, naming the important parts, and then how he should use his parts on a woman's parts to keep them both happy in the marital bed. She said that she quickly decided it would be best for Jason that he do what she now thought of as "lab work," which was to actually test out the lessons she was verbally presenting, in other words, do the acts with her so she could guide him and make sure he was learning his lessons well and would be a good and loving husband to her daughter, Bridget. She then gave a very detailed description of all the "lab work" sessions she had with her future son. She praised Jason enthusiastically, how attentive he was, how he tried his best to do all the techniques well, how unselfish he had been especially doing the "oral tests" on her, how he was such an eager student, always ready at a moment's notice to learn something new. She then admitted that recently she had started wondering if she possibly might be enjoying her teaching role a little too much, and that maybe all that enjoyment was possibly a little sinful, especially enjoying Jason's rock hard stiffy in her little bottom hole. She couldn't really tell her own pastor and expect to get her penance, her punishment for sinning, because they really didn't do that sort of thing, and there was always the possibility that Pastor Anderson might mention something to her husband, and that wouldn't be good for Jason's education or for the future happiness of Bridget. So, she came here for her punishment, and then she could start over with a clean slate. She didn't think just saying prayers would be punishment enough, that something physically painful was in order, because, well, that was the way that seemed to work the best when she was a girl. She did something wrong, acted out, and her father would just give her a good sharp spanking on her bare bottom to make her remember to be good, or do her chores, or not act so vain about her looks, or such like things. And she had always heard, even when she was a girl how the boys and girls in Catholic schools were always disciplined physically. She took a quick breath. "So, Dr. Phil, what do you think? A good hard spanking would be what my father would do, or... I also heard that Catholics spank with rulers. I bet that hurts a lot. Do... do you have a special spanking room? A... a punishment room? I wore a skirt, not only because I'm in church, but so I could easily pull it up and my panties down so... so I wouldn't be wasting any more of your time than necessary, Dr. Phil. I figure it would be a lot of spanks. I also thought that... that if I enjoyed my teaching role too much in the future, well... I would just come back here for some more disciplining. My daddy always did it in the basement. Is that where your punishing room is?" Phil was fully aware of his throbbing erection now. It had taken all his strength of will to keep his hands off it for the past twenty minutes listening to what amounted to one of the best porn stories he had ever heard. Her voice sounded fairly young, but the way she spoke he imagined some older woman, fat, matronly. In fact he tried to picture a woman just like that, adding on a mustache and hairy moles to her face hoping it would deflate his throbbing, aching, hard cock. He also said a few quick silent aspirations for guidance and help. "Dr. Phil, are you there? Do... do I need to make an appointment for my punishment?" Phil looked down at the bulge in his crotch. Both his hands clenched into fists. "Yes... yes I'm here." "So, a hard spanking, or... or do you think something more severe is needed?" Phil's voice was low and intense, "Firstly, you are to stop giving any lessons to Jason. You are not to..." Outside the confessional, Anton Jenkins, a six foot tall, muscular, twenty-eight year old African-American, was leaning against the side of the confessional, showing his very white teeth in a wide grin. The church was empty save for him, Fr. Phil, and the conservatively dressed, yet hot lookin' white bitch in the confessional. He had only gotten a glimpse of her as he walked into the church and she was stepping into the confessional. It seemed his luck was still holding. He came into the church, the church he had attended as a boy and where he had even been an altar server, because he had made a quickie deal with the Almighty on that last card. He had everything on the table, every bit of cash he had come with, plus the $5K he had won so far, plus the $10K diamond ring that was still on the middle finger of his right hand. The deal was if he got that fourth jack, he'd start goin' to church again. Right before he saw it, he had sort of meant Mass every Sunday, but a half hour later when he walked out of that nearby warehouse, he figured just stopping in would be good enough. He hadn't actually spelled it out with details in the little contract. There was always some loophole. When he had spotted the hot lookin' bitch, he recalled how sometimes as a kid he'd listen to people in the box telling all the shit they had done. Usually it was nothing much, although once he had heard some old dude say he had fucked his niece. Anyway, just for fun, he had sat in the pew against the wall right at the end of the confessional, listening, just as he had done as a kid. He heard everything the crazy bitch had said, because after a couple minutes, he had stood up and leaned against the box, keeping an eye out for anyone entering the church. He couldn't believe what the woman had done with her daughter's boyfriend. He listened to Fr. Phil admonish her for being so sinful. Anton's thumb started turning the gold ban on his big diamond ring. Mannnnn... if he was a priest, he'd take the bitch down to the basement and really give her what she was beggin' for. His thumb stopped. His grin disappeared. He looked at the sanctuary and the grin returned to his mouth. He heard Fr. Phil telling her to say 100 Our Fathers before leaving the church. Anton quickly and silently walked away from the confessional and hurried to the sacristy. Mrs. Johnson's Confession "Our Fathers, Dr. Phil? What ar..." Phil interrupted, his voice still stern, "I meant the Lord's Prayer. You... you should say those now and... and think about... about being good and... and letting Jason and Bridget figure things out for themselves. You do know the Lord's prayer, don't you?" "Oh... the Lord's Prayer. Yes, of course I know it. But... Dr. Phil, are you sure I shouldn't have any physical punishment. And... and are you really sure that giving lessons to Jason is wrong? I mean if my intent was to tea..." Phil interrupted, his voice still sharp edged, "Yes... yes, I'm sure." "But, Dr. Phil, if my intent was to teach, to make Jason's life and my daughter's life and marriage happier, wouldn't it..." Phil broke in again while wiping the sweat from his forehead. He unthinkingly blurted, "Listen... I'll look into it, and if I'm wrong, I'll let you know. You must stop... teaching Jason anything, and... and you should not even touch him in any manner." Madeline's eyebrows rose. It sounded like Dr. Phil was really mad at her. "Now, say an act of contri..." He shut his eyes and shook his head. He had forgotten she wasn't even Catholic. "Just... just say you're sorry to God silently, think about that for a full minute, and then... then kneel in a pew and say those Our Fa... those Lord's Prayers, and... and do as I said, think about being good, and stop all lessons and sexual contact with Jason. If you are still tempted in the future regarding that contact, you should seek additional counseling immediately." His palm wiped the sweat from his face again. He had to get out of the box. He made the sign of the cross blessing her as he mumbled the prescribed words, then quickly switched off the lights, shoved the door open, stepped out of the confessional and hurried towards front of the church. He needed a breath of air. The side door at the front was the quickest way outside and to the rectory. His cock was still throbbing. He knew he'd have a hard-on until he was able to get to sleep tonight, if he could get to sleep! She had heard Dr. Phil run out of the confessing closet. She got up wondering if he was angry with her, then it dawned on her. He probably had to pee really badly. He had been cooped up in the closet for a long time. She exited the small space and knelt in a pew. She wondered why Catholics were so big on kneeling. She again thought of the times she knelt to take Jason's young cock into her mouth. Whoops. Dr. Phil had told her not to think about that. She started to silently recite the Lord's Prayer. She hoped Dr. Phil hadn't meant to say it aloud. Anton was looking at the woman through the peephole in the wall the priests sometimes used to check how many people were in church for Mass, or if bridal parties were getting ready to march in. He kept his eye to it as he closed the last few snaps on the black cassock. He grinned again. There had been a year or so as a boy serving Mass, when it crossed his mind to be a priest when he grew up. He'd get a taste of it now. He watched the blond through the spyhole lens for another couple minutes. He figured he'd have to have spoken to Fr. Phil for at least that long. He picked up his black leather sports coat, laying it over his forearm, figuring a priest would carry it that way. He checked the convenient snaps on the flap of a side pocket where he had put all the cash. He cleared his throat and walked out into the sanctuary, genuflected towards the Tabernacle, then turned around as if looking for someone. His eyes settled on the woman. He started walking towards her at a normal pace. Madeline saw the black priest. It didn't strike her as odd that there'd be an African-American Father Pastor in the church, considering the neighborhood, nor was it odd that there was more than one reverend-pastor-father associated with the church. She had heard that from someone, how a lot of big Catholic churches had more than one minister serving it. As he came closer she noted that he was quite handsome. She wondered what it was like in bed with a black guy, of course not this one, not a pastor father! When she was a teenager, she had heard the rumors, ol' wives tales about black men having really big stiffies. Anton walked up to the woman. He realized she was hotter than he thought, very pretty face. He wondered what Bridget looked like. "Hello, I'm Father... Father Jake." He offered her his hand. It was the first name that popped into his mind, probably because it was close to 'Jason.' Madeline wondered why he was introducing himself. She wasn't sure she should stand up or keep kneeling. For a moment she again thought of kneeling in front of Jason, but the image of Jason suddenly changed to the black pastor-father-reverend in front of her. "Um... hello." She reached for his hand and started to stand. Glad she remembered not to say her name. He took her hand. "Oh... don't stand. You're fine like that." His cock started throbbing. Madeline went back to her knees. "Were you Fr. Phil's last penitent?" "His... um... I... I was the last one in the confessing closet." "Oh... good. I saw him as he hurried to the rectory, I think he had a bad stomachache. He said he wished he had more time with you, that you might need a bit more... counseling, and that I might be the best counselor for you. I'm the newly appointed diocesan disciplinarian." "The... the dio... what?" "I'm the disciplinarian for the churches in this area appointed recently by the Bishop. The Bishop is thinking about reintroducing some of the older traditions of the church. Mainly I'll be administering penances to penitents that... well, deserve special penances." "Dr. Phil didn't tell you what I..." Madeline blinked. "Oh my goodness... I was calling him Doctor Phil, not Father Phil." "Oh, don't worry about that. I'm sure he's been called worse things." Anton grinned. He sat in the pew in front of her, twisting his torso so he could look directly at her. "Of course he didn't mention anything you told him, anything you confessed to him. He just said he thought some additional counseling might be beneficial to you, that maybe he had been rushed in what he assigned as your penance, because of his stomachache. He said nothing more than that. I'm sure he thought that I might be able to give you additional help, because when the Bishop blessed me at the ceremony of investiture as the Disciplinarian for the diocese, that blessing gave me additional abilities of insight if not quite miraculous powers during laying of hands, I can, not read someone's mind, but it's more of... being able to sense what's in someone heart, someone's soul, and then I will be able to give the penitent a... a suitable penance or some might say punishment and... and any special guidance and counseling for them in the future. Do you understand?" Madeline's pussy was clenching. His low voice sounded so masculine, so masculine and commanding, yet so warm too. "I-I... um... I think so." "Just by the light touch of your hand in mine a moment ago, I... I sensed you thought your penance wasn't suitable, and... and that you weren't in agreement with Fr. Phil's counseling." Madeline's eyes grew large. "How... how did y..." She stopped talking. He had just told her how he could know. "I... umm... well, yes, Father Jake." "Would you like my counseling? Would you want me to do a laying of hands on you?" Madeline blinked. "Laying your hands... where?" "The traditional confessional blessing. You will kneel and I will place my hands on your head, for as long as it takes for me to... to sense what's troubling you, to sense your sins, to get an idea of what penance, what... punishment, and what counseling you need, my child." The sound of his voice almost made her feel like a child, like it was her father talking to her, except his low voice was exciting her in ways her father's voice never did, ironically Father Jake was younger than her. "I... I... well, yes, I think I could use a little more counseling." She knew he'd know what she thought she deserved, if it was really true he had some sort of special power bestowed by his bishop. "All right." He turned his face towards the altar. "We will do it at the first step at the communion area. Follow me." Anton stood up and started down the side aisle towards the sanctuary. A grin formed on his mouth again. It disappeared when he reached the step at the sanctuary. He walked over to the pulpit and draped his leather coat over it, then went to the woman waiting at the edge of the sanctuary. "Kneel on the step." Madeline was a little nervous. Who knew what else he'd see in her heart and soul? She settled down on her knees again. It was cold marble. It was uncomfortable but she thought that might be part of her new penance. She closed her eyes when she felt his large warm hands on top of her head. He mumbled some bits of Latin he recalled from his altar boy days. He had served a special "old Mass" once, had to memorize a lot of Latin phonetically in two days. He murmured, "Ad deum qui letificat, unven tutem meum, et cum spiri tu tuo, domini... domini dominus vobiscum." Madeline opened her eyes. She thought about satanic cults when she didn't understand anything Fr. Jake was mumbling. She blinked. Maybe the ol' wives' tales were true. She wasn't sure but it looked like there was a big bulge in the Nehru dress the father was wearing. "You... you believed you should have been given a punishment, a corporal punishment for your sins." Madeline blinked a couple times. "Yes... yes I did." He did have special powers! "At least a... a harsh spanking, maybe... maybe something even more severe." Madeline felt breathless for a moment. "Y-yes, that's... that's right." "Your sins were sins of the... of the fle... no... no, not sins of the flesh. They were sins regarding motherhoo.... no... wait." He stayed silent for a few moments. "Your mortal sins were of disregarding your good motherly intentions, and... and taking pleasure in what you did, losing sight of your original intent of... of insuring the happiness of... of Jason and Bridget in their future marriage." Madeline started panting. She was in the presence of a very holy man! She had no doubt about that. He even knew Jason's and Bridget's names! "I... yes... yes... that's what I was trying to make Dr. Phil understand!" "The sin was not what you physically did, but losing sight of the original purpose of your actions, of teaching a young man important things, and by doing so, you also committed grievous sins of arrogance, of self-importance, of putting your desires and your carnal pleasure ahead of your good motherly concerns." "Yes! Yes! That's it exactly!" He lowered his hands to his sides, then closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths as if recovering from a physically and psychologically demanding experience. His eyes blinked open. He placed his right hand on her head again. "I think you need to be punished for your transgressions, sinful corporeal pleasure should be counteracted with corporeal pain. I also think you do need extra counseling, my child. Do you want me to erase your sins by me administering a severe corporeal penance on you? And then counsel you, help you figure out a way for you to conquer your demons, so you are able to stay focused on your parental duties, in order to continue your important instructional guidance of Jason in the ways of pleasuring your daughter Bridget after they are bound together in holy matrimony?" "Yes. Yes, please, Father Jake. That's.. that's exactly what I need and want to do. I don't want to stop... I mean... it is so important to continue Jason's education, for both him and my daughter." "All right, my child. I will do all that for you. Since returning to the traditional ways has just begun a trial period, we will have to make due without the traditional Room of Discipline. Those will be coming soon to all the churches. So... let us adjourn to the church hall, which is really the basement here." He pointed to the entry doors. "The stairs to the basement hall are off the vestibule. But... for the moment, stay kneeling, child. And... and think of what you so sinfully enjoyed doing with Jason, instead of being concerned about his education. I need to go to the sacristy to get some things." "Yes, Father Jake." She took a last look at his bulge, then bowed her head as she held her hands together in front of her and thought of the sinful pleasure she had with Jason. Her first thought was how much she had enjoyed his tongue and then his stiffie in her bottom. Her pussy and anus clenched. That was very bad to like that so much, although, she really needed to prepare Jason for how Bridget might respond, didn't she? That's why she had shouted dirty words and humped back into Jason so much. That sort of made sense from an educational standpoint, didn't it? She blinked. What was it Father Jake wanted her to think about? About her pleasure or not having pleasure? Anton quickly walked into the sacristy. He opened a cabinet, then felt behind the upper face rail. He grinned and pulled out a key. He unlocked another larger cabinet. He grabbed two bottles of Mass wine, locked the cabinet and returned the key to the smaller cabinet. The wine had a little less kick than normal wine, but beggars and choosers and all that. He walked out. The white slut was still on her knees looking solemn. He almost laughed. He picked up his sports coat from the lectern. "All right, my child, let's go downstairs. You walk ahead of me." He could see even in the conservative tweed skirt and waist length tweed jacket, she had a very hot bod, and a booty that was almost as good as any sister's. From what he could tell she had a nice rack too. He gave his throbbing cock a quick squeeze. This really was his lucky day! In the vestibule he pointed to the stairwell. He switched on the stairwell light and held the door for her. Her low heeled conservative pumps clicked on the worn concrete stairs, the sound echoing off the brick walls. In the basement, he flipped off the stairwell light. There was a dim security light on in the foyer area that had a cloakroom and the restrooms. He led the way to a set of four doors. He held his breath when he reached for the door handle to the church hall area. It wasn't locked which surprised him. His lucky day! He flipped a light switch and the sconce lighting along both walls came on. It was just as he remembered. The stage at the far end, folding chairs and tables leaning stacked against the wall and some set up around the large room. The kitchen area had the sectional panel down over the serving bay and the kitchen door was closed. "To the stage, my child. I'll be right with you." He hurried to the kitchen, again held his breath as he checked the kitchen door. It opened. He exhaled. He pulled open drawers until he found the cork screw. He grinned as he started to open both bottles. It really was his lucky day! Madeline was both feeling very scared and very excited. She had never been alone with a black man, a very handsome black man no less, but of course that didn't matter because he was a man of the cloth, even if he was a Catholic minister. She was still breathless about his almost miraculous powers. And from what he said already, she had sinned, but not the way Dr. Phil had said. She was right, what she was doing for Jason, Jason and Bridget was good. Just like she thought all along! She reached the stage. It was about table height from the floor. She turned around. Fr. Jake was pulling over a metal folding chair towards her and holding the two bottles of what looked like wine. He didn't sit down but stepped closer. He leaned around her and put the bottles on the stage, then he put his leather sport coat over the back of the folding chair. He stepped closer to her, facing her. She smelled a subtle fragrance like a skin moisturizer or hand lotion. "I need to lay my hands again, my child. Kneel down." Madeline knelt in front of the reverend. Her heartbeat quickened when he stepped closer and placed his hands on her head. She was staring directly at the bulge in the black Indian dress, or whatever it was called. She wondered what that bulge looked like. She quickly shut her eyes and tried to think of something else. She didn't want Fr. Jake to know she was wondering what his stiffie looked like. Then she started wondering if a black stiffie would taste different than a white stiffie, and if the hot cream would too. Her hands curled into fists and she dug her fingernails into her palms trying to stop herself from thinking about anything. "Do you accept me as your disciplinarian, my child? If you do, that means you will do everything I say, that you will obey me in all that I order you to do until your penance is completed or you will chance the loss of your soul to eternal damnation. Do you accept me as your disciplinarian?" "Yes." Anton growled, "Yes, Father Jake." Madeline pussy clenched just from the sound of his voice. "Yes, Father Jake." He was so manly, so masculine. She felt a tingle between her legs. It made her clench her pussy even tighter. The tingle turned into a shiver. "Tell me your name, child." "Madeline. Madeline Johnson." "I will be asking you questions during your disciplining and you will have to answer honestly. Will you promise to do that?" "Yes, of course, Father Jake." He removed his hands. "Stand up, Madeline." Madeline took a last look at the bulge, then got to her feet. "Get the two bottles, give them to me." Madeline turned around, picked up the bottles and gave them to the reverend. Anton raised the bottles to the ceiling looking up at them, mumbled some nonsense Latin again, then lowered them. "This is sacred wine now, part of the traditional disciplining process. As... as water washes your hands, this wine will help wash your soul clean." He handed a bottle to her. "Take a big drink of it." He sat on the folding chair and without thinking started to raise his leg to get his ankle on the other knee but the cassock stopped him. He took a slug of wine from his bottle. "It's traditional to administer corporal penances with the penitent naked before the Almighty and her disciplinarian, the same as he or she came into the world, so... take your jacket off now, Madeline." He took another drink of wine and watched her. She set her bottle on the stage and took the waist length jacket off. Both his eyes and his cock took notice of her big tits under the white blouse. "Take another drink of the cleansing wine, then remove your shoes." Madeline could feel herself getting moist between her legs. She wondered if that was a sin, to get excited about disrobing in front of a holy man. She took a drink and slipped off her shoes simultaneously. "Now your skirt, then another drink of holy wine." "Yes, Father Jake." She looked at Father Jake's eyes, so dark and intense. She glanced at his lap as she pulled the zipper down on her skirt. That bulge looked bigger. She debated for a moment whether to raise the skirt up and over her head or lower it and step out of it. It would muss her hair going up. She lowered it, and set it neatly on top of her coat on the stage. She drank a big gulp of wine, then set the bottle down. She kept getting more excited and more scared. Yet she needed to wash her soul clean of sin. She had been feeling so guilty about enjoying the learning sessions with Jason so much. She had to think of Bridget more. Those were the reasons she was undressing for this holy man. She took another drink of wine.