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Paul's New Start by Dr. Kelp Chapter One "Guilty !" My body numbed as I heard the verdict. I was sentenced to three years in prison, the maximum allowed for a sixteen year old. After I was removed from the court, I was taken to the judges chamber. As I sat there waiting for Judge a feeling of helplessness crept over me. I prayed that somehow I could avoid prison life and the horrors it entailed. I thanked God as the Judge spoke to me, he was offering me an alternative to prison. "The Mentor Programme", this was a system, the Judge explained, where by responsible members in society agree to take a young offender in to their home. While there the offender undertakes work for the good of the community. The only rule is that the offender must be locked in his room at night. I was accepting before the Judge had finished speaking. He raised his hand to stop me. "There are two other parts to this agreement that you should know before you decide. The first, while you are under the Mentor's instruction you will obey him/her or anybody he gives his/hers authority too, and you accept whatever punishments or disciplines he/she deems fit for you," he said calmly, "The second is that under the Mentor Programme, your Mentor can extend your sentence to as much as five years if he/she feels that you will benfit from it." I paused to think of the implications. I knew that I didn't want to go to prison, not even for one night, so...... I accepted the terms. I was placed under the care of a catholic priest who was setting up retreat house in a rural part of the country. To be honest rural was to big a word for it. It was two miles to the next house and five miles to the nearest village. The house was built in the last century and had fallen into disrepair. My main task was to clean the house thoroughly so decorators could start work. As well as this I had to cook and clean for my Mentor. Fr. Curran was around fifty, a slim man with grey hair and a dark complexion, he always wore a pair of slightly tinted glasses. Upon my arrival Fr. Curran brought me into his study. The room was papered in dark green with matching curtains and carpet, the atmosphere was very opressive. I went to sit down in the seat before his desk. "I didn't give you permission to sit down yet boy!", he said loudly. I froze. "Now then, there are a few things I would like to make clear to you...," he said, starting to repeat everything the Judge had told me. "So if you will follow me I will show you to your room," he said leading me out of his study. As we walked down the corridor he pointed out the kitchen and the dining room. After climbing the stairs he showed me the lounge where he and any guests he might have, liked to relax in the evening. He informed me that I was only allowed to enter this room if instructed by him. He lead me down the corridor past several empty rooms full of rubbish that I was informed I would be scrubbing out in the near future. At the end of the corridor was a single door. As we approached the door Fr. Curran said, "In order to insure the security in the house the only door to your room is into my room, that way I will know that you are locked up safely every night." He opened the door before us and ushered me in. His room was huge, it had a large wooden framed bed at one end, a heavy wooden table with four chairs in the middle of the room and a leather armchair and footstool by a large fireplace at the other end. There were two doors leading from this room, one behind the leather armchair which, Fr. Curran informed me, led to the bathroom which I would share with him. The other was beside the bed; this was the door to my room I was told. At the door he flicked a switch before opening the door. "I like to keep a strict time table," he told me, "So I will switch your light on at 7am every morning, you will get up and strip for a shower. I will unlock your door and 7.05am, you will go directly to the bathroom and shower etc. leaving the bathroom door open. You will clean the bathroom after you so I may use it. Then you will go back to your room and dress for your days work." He paused to let his words sink in. Then, "We retire at 10.30pm each evening. You will go to your room remove your clothes, then go to the bathroom and wash for bed. You will be back in your room by 10.55pm, when I will lock the door. And lights out at 11pm." "Is all that clear and understood boy?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "You will address me as Sir or Father boy," he barked. "Yes Father," I answered. "Good, now one other thing, I do not approve of pyjamas so you will wear the night shirt I have left on the bed, understood?" "Yes Father." He opened the door. Inside the room was a single bed, a chest of drawers and a straight backed chair. There was no window, so the only light in the room came from the light set in the ceiling. On the bed there were towels, a night shirt and a hard backed copy book. "This.." Fr. Curran said lifting the copy book, "..is your punishment book. I believe that one of the best methods of instruction is that of writing lines. It makes sure you remember your crime, and is suitably humiliating for a boy such as yourself, to have to bring his copy book to me for inspection." "Now lets get you working!" Fr. Curran said, and he ushered me out of the room. Upon leaving his room he locked the door behind him and led me down the corridor to the first room on the left. Inside the door was a dustbin and brush. "Clean this room out completely, then go to the kitchen, get some water, and wash the walls, windows and floor," he said. "Yes Father," I replied. As he turned to leave he said, "I will be in my study if you need to anything, but don't interrupt me unless it is absolutely neccessary." I started to clean up the room. It took about an hour and a half to clear the room of all the rubbish. Then I went to the kitchen to fetch some water. I found the bucket and clothes sitting by the sink. As I filled the bucket, the sound of the water made me realise that I needed to go to the toilet. The only toilet I had seen was the one in Fr. Curran's room. I looked around but could not find another toilet. I decided against asking Fr. Curran incase he got angry with me for interrupting him. I just tried to forget about it, and brought the water up to the room and started washing the walls. After about an hour I had the first wall clean, but by now I was desperate to pee. I went to Fr. Curran's study. I stood at the door not wanting to knock but if I didn't get to a toilet soon I would wet myself. I knocked and waited. "Who is it?" he called form behind the door. "It's .. me .. Paul .. Father," I answered. "Come in," he said. I went in. He was sitting behind his desk reading some papers. "Well boy! what do you want? I told you only to interrupt me if it was absolutely neccessary. So what is the emergency?" he asked. "Sir, I need to use the toilet, but I don't know where it is." "Is that the only reason you knocked on my door," he barked, "What you need is a little discipline boy. The first step to becoming a man is to be able to control the urges of your body. Go back to cleaning the room when you are finished I will give you the keys to my room and you can use the bathroom there." "... but Father, I will.." "DON'T TALK BACK BOY!!" he roared, "Such insolence can not go unpunished, after dinner this evening you will come to my room, and I shall decide the best form of punishment for you, is that clear?" "Yes Father," I whispered. "Good. Now get out," he ordered. I left the room and went back to my work. I had never worked so fast in my life before. I finished the other walls in no time. I was in agony as I walked back to the study, I knew that I was going to wet myself if I didn't get to a toilet in the next few minutes. I knocked on the door. "Enter," Fr. Curran called from behind the door. I walked in. "I have finished Father," I said. "Have you now, well I will have to inspect your work then I can decide if you have finished or not," he sneered. He got up and led me back to the room I had been working in. "Not bad," he said as he walked around the room, "I think I might be able to make you into a good boy after all." He looked across the room at me and smiled. I was bent in pain from my need to use the toilet. "All right then, I believe you needed to use the bathroom," he said walking to the door. "Yes please Father," I gasped. He brought me to his room, taking his time unlocking and opening the door. I could feel the piss starting to seep from the tip of my penis. I tried to walk past him into the toilet. "How DARE you !!" he hissed, grabbing my ear and pulling me back to his side. "I will give you permission to use the toilet and you will NOT move unitl I do, UNDERSTAND ?" "...Y.Yes Father," I whispered. "Now I need to use the bathroom also, and as I am your elder cnd indeed your Master I will use it before you. Do you think that I would deem to use the toilet after you have soiled it with your urine," he said, "Stand here by the door where I can see you." He pointed to a spot just outside the bathroom door. I stood where I was told, my bladder cramping under the strain, I could not hold out much longer. He went into the bathroom, and proceeded to wash his hands. The noise from the tap made my muscles spasm. I felt a trickle of piss leak from my prick. He then went to the toilet and unbuttoning his trousers, he let them fall around his knees. He held the biggest penis I had ever seen in his hands and gently shook it. Slowly he let the piss flow from his prick and aiming it into the centre of the bowl. The noise resounded in my brain. This was the last straw, all my strength could not hold back the flow, and my muscles involuntarily relaxed. The piss flowed from me like water from a fountain. Any status I had with Fr. Curran was gone. I hung my head in shame, so I could not see the smile on his face as he watched me piss all over myself. I felt like a little boy. Fr. Curran finished pissing and after shaking himself, he pulled his trouser up. He than walked over to me, "Well my boy, it looks like you can't even control your own bodily functions. What will I do with you?" "I'm sorry, Father, I just couldn't hold it in any longer.." "NO excuses boy," he said, "I can see that you are going to have to be toilet trained. From now on whenever you want to use the toilet, you will come to me and I will oversee you to make sure you don't wet yourself again. Is that understood?" "...but.." "NO buts, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD !" he repeated. "Yes Father," I replied. Then he gripped my shoulder and dragged me across the room. He stopped beside the bed." "Remove those soiled trousers ," he ordered. I paused; then started slowly to undo my fly. "Quickly now boy, or it will be the worse for you." I peeled them off my skin, the smell of urine filled the air around me. "And your shorts," he said. I did as I was told. "You will wash both of those in the morning and bring them to me for inspection. And while you do that you will not wear any shorts or trousers, is that understood," he ordered. "Yes Father," I said, having lost all resistance. "Now Paul, you have behaved like a little boy, so I am going to punish you as if you were one. And I will continue to do so until I feel that you have earned the right to be treated like an adult," he said. "Yes Father", I replied. "Now, lie across my knee," I stared at him. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. "DO IT NOW BOY !!!" Too scared to resist, I did what I was told. As soon as I lay down he pulled me against him. My groin was squeezed into his thigh. The friction made my penis get a little firmer. "Now boy, I am going to spank you. I am going to give you a dozen for wetting yourself and another dozen for rudely interrupting me this afternoon." His hand lifted my shirt up and revealed my wet and wrinkled buttocks. The air felt cold as I waited for the first blow to land. "AAaaaghhh...." I cried as he hit me for the first time. "Count my strokes boy," he barked. "O .. One.." I wheezed. His hand fell again. "OOooww ... T .. two.." SLAP !! "... Three...." SLAP !! "Ooowww ... F .. fo .. ur" Again and again he hit me. My buttocks burned, but a curious thing started to happen. My penis was getting harder and harder. SLAP !! ".. Twelve .." It strained against Fr. Curran's thigh. The burning sensation in my bottom creeped into my prick. I felt pain and pleasure in equal amounts. Fr. Curran rained a serious of quick blows on my buttocks and stopped. It felt like I was on fire all over. My prick throbbed against Fr. Curran's leg, as his hand came to rest on my bottom. "Now my boy, that will teach you a little respect," he said as he rubbed my ass with his hand. It was a little strange but it was a very nice feeling, so I didn't move or say a word. "Is that you tickling my leg boy," Fr. Curran asked. "I don't know what you mean Father," I answered. "I think you do. Stand up at once," he ordered. I stood before him, unable to hide my erection. "What is that, boy," he said with the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. "My penis Father," I replied. "That's not a penis boy, that's a willie," he sneered. He unbuttoned his trousers and drew his swollen member out. It was twice the size of mine and it wasn't even fully erect. "This is a penis boy," he said, "Kneel down and take a closer look." I looked from his face to his prick and back again. "KNEEL DOWN BOY," he roared. I knelt in front of him. He sat forward on the bed and put his prick to my lips. "Kiss your Masters cock boy," he ordered rubbing it around my lips. I kissed it, half out of fear, but half out of excitment. "Take it in your mouth boy," he said. I did as I was told. It was hot and a little salty jism oozed from the tip onto my tongue. "Pleasure your new Master boy," he said holding my head on him. I started to suck him hard. It felt good. It fact it felt great. My own cock was bursting. "Good boy, I'm going to make a good servant out of you yet." I flicked my tongue around the tip. "That's the boy. Now play with my balls." My hand cupped his sack and I gently squeezed. His hands pressed against the back of my head, forcing more of his huge cock into my mouth. "Good boy, does it taste good," he said. I assumed he didn't really expect an answer, but it did. His hips lifted off the bed and I could feel his prick grow fatter. I knew that he was about to shoot his load in my mouth, but I didn't care. In fact I wanted it, I wanted his spunk in my mouth and on my face. I have horrified and elated at my thoughts. "Now boy .. taste your MASTER'S SPUNK !!!!!!" he yelled, the spunk pulsing from his cock. I swallowed as fast as I could but it was impossible to hold it all in. The spunk covered my lips and chin, and I licked his cock until I had squeezed the last of his jism from his slowly shrinking member. Fr. Curran rubbed my head as if I was his pet, I enjoyed the attention he showed me. "Good boy Paul. Since you acted so maturely just now I have decided not to make you prepare dinner naked tonight." He got up from the bed and did up his trousers. "We can find you some clothes downstairs," he said as he led me out the door. We went to a room under the stairs that was unfurnished except for a mirror and two boxes of clothes. "These were given to us to pass on to charity, but I feel that you are devserving enough," he said opening the boxes. He stood back and let me pull out the contents of each box. As I went through them I realised that all the clothes were womens. I turned to Fr. Curran and was about to speak... "I hope after allowing you to open these boxes that you will have the courtesy to find an nice outfit and wear it," he said with an edge to his voice that meant it was an instruction. I went back to the boxes and searched a while more. Fr. Curran walked over and pushed me aside. "If you won't pick out some clothes, I am going to have to do it for you," he said flicking through the clothes. He pulled out a navy blue skirt and handed it to me. "Put this on !" he ordered. I did as I was told. "Now you're not used to wearing a skirt, so I think you should have some underwear." I went to the other box and pulled out a pair of white cotton panties and opaque navy tights. He gave them to me and I put them on. The panties crushed my balls and the restriction made me feel a little excited. The tights made my legs look sleek and feminine. Before I had finished adjusting the tights Fr. Curran handed me a pair of navy blue court shoes and ordered me to put them on. I again did as I was told. "You make a very pretty young girl," he said standing back to look me over. I blushed with embarrassment and shame. Although there was a little flush of excitement also. "You can't wear that dirty old shirt with such nice clean clothes," he said and turned back to the boxes. He found a loose fitting white blouse with ruffles down the front. "Put this on," he said. I slipped on the blouse and turned to Fr. Curran. "Well now, I never realised what an attractive young serving girl you would make. Do a little turn for me," he said. I turned on the spot letting him see me, I blushed harder as he stared at me. "I think I prefer you as a girl. If you are going to be a girl you will need a girls name, how about Pauline." I was scarlet with shame as he spoke, my thoughts flying from shame to secret elation. "Well Pauline, go and light a fire in my room and mind you don't get your new clothes dirty," he ordered snapping me back to reality. I ran to do his bidding. Chapter Two When he returned to his room the fire was starting to blaze. "Good girl Pauline," he said smiling at me. I blushed and coyly looked away. He walked over to me and holding me by the chin made me look up into his eyes. "Listen to me Pauline," he said, "I know that you secretly enjoyed your punishment today, and that you like wearing those clothes. You're not sure about it yourself but I know." His eyes burned into mine and my cheeks burned in shame. "Well for the next three years, at least, I am your Master, and you will obey my every order. If not I will punish you, and believe me I have many ways to punish you." He shook my chin from side to side. Between my legs my cock was getting hard. "I have decided that you will stay a girl, so tomorrow morning you will take all the clothes that fit you and lay them out for me. I will then choose what I feel is suitable for you." His other hand slipped around my waist and pulled me close to him. My prick was hard against his leg. "I can feel that this excites you." He released my chin and held my bottom with both his hands. "That's good because I have another task for you, and the more excited you are the more you will enjoy it." He let me go and ordered me to take off his trousers. I did as he asked. He then lifted me off the ground and carried me to the leather armchair. Sitting down he made me sit on his knee. He made me sit back until I could feel his hard cock pressing against my girlie clad ass. His hands slipped up my skirt and rubbed my thighs. My cock strained against the soft cotton of my panties. He pushed the skirt up over my hips and then pulling down my tights and panties together, he bared my bottom. He didn't pull my tights down far enough to release my cock, so it was caught in the folds of cotton. "Good girl Pauline," he said leaning back in the chair, "Now wriggle your little ass around." I squirmed my bottom against him, letting his cock squeeze into the crack of my ass. "Now Pauline, open yourself for your Master," he said pushing his knob against my bumhole. I pulled my ass cheeks apart and felt his cock strain against my rectal muscle. "Relax and let my cock ease up into you," he told me, as he pushed steadily. I let my body go limp and I felt the tip of his prick stretch my ring. "NNnnooooo !!!!" I moaned as the immense pain hit me. Fr. Curran's hands gripped my hips and held me, then pulling me down toward him, slowly his member invaded my body. I thought my ass would rip in two, but my muscles yielded to my Master's demands. Once fully lodged in my ass, Fr. Curran held me in place. "Good girl Pauline, the pain will pass in a moment," he said. He was right. The pain slowly faded and in its place I felt a burning, itching sensation. It was like an itch I could not scratch, slowly getting worse and worse, until finally, in an attempt to relieve the sensation, I started the wriggle my ass. The wave of pleasure that hit me was like nothing I had ever experienced, every fibre of my being was singing. I leaned forward, resting my hands on Fr. Curran's knees, and moved my body up and down on him, slowly at first. Fr. Curran held my hips tightly, controlling my movements, occasionally holding me down with his cock buried upto the hilt in me. I could feel his knob pulsing inside my ass, the feeling was electrifying, I wanted more and more. I started to grind my hips. "Your enjoying this Pauline," Fr. Curran said with a laugh in is voice. My reply was a moan of pleasure. Fr. Curran held me down, stopping my movements. "STOP !" he ordered me. I did as I was told, and sat back, letting his cock fill me. His hands stroked my legs and thighs. "Now Pauline, are you enjoying this ?" he asked. "Y .. yes Father," I panted. "I think you have had enough for the moment, don't you ?" "N .. No Father," I sounded alarmed. "If you want more you will have to ask for it," he said. "Please Father ..." I pleaded. "Please what ?" he said. "Please go on Father," I begged. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do," he said. "Please fuck my ass Father," I said nearly crying. "Well Pauline, you want me to fuck your girlie ass, do you. What will you do for me?" he sneered. "Anything Father, anything, just please fuck me," I pleaded. "Will you promise to be a good girl for me ?" he asked. "Yes Father, anything..." I said. "And do everything I tell you ?" he continued. "Yes Father, I'll do everything you say," I answered, starting to enjoy his little game. "Will you promise to take your spankings and canings without complaint?" "Yes Father, I promise," "Will you suck my cock every morning?" "Oh yes Father, every morning," I promised. "Good girl Pauline," he said taking hold of my hips once more, "Now I'm going to fuck your girlie ass hard, the way a bitch like you wants it." "Yes Father, please do it," I moaned. Fr. Curran started to bounce me up and down on his cock. Faster and faster we fucked. Burying his knob deep in my hole with every stroke. "Are you my bitch !" Fr. Curran panted. "Oh yes Father, I'm your bitch, I'm your bitch," I moaned back. I could feel his cock swell inside me as he started to cum. He slammed into me with all his might and shot his load up my ass. "YYyyeeesssss .... you BITCH!" he roared, his spunk jetting into me. I pushed back on him, holding him in as long as I could. As his orgasm faded he leaned back in the chair and let his cock plop out of my ass. He lifted my ass saying, "Let your Master see his cum dribbling from your tight girlie bottom." Leaning on his knees with my hands and straightening my legs, I raised my ass level with his face, and held it there. He watched as his spunk oozed slowly from my fundament. "Good girl Pauline," he said patting my ass, "Now go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. When you are ready you will sit down at my desk and write some lines as a punishment, just like a little girl. I was about to ask what I was being punished for but decided against it. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself. By the time I returned Fr. Curran had placed a pen and paper on his desk and was standing over it waiting. "Now Pauline, sit down," he motioned to the chair. He stood close, towering over me, making me feel very small and weak. "Read out the line I have written at the top of the page," he instructed. I read aloud, "I am Fr. Curran's servant girl and I will obey his every command." Fr. Curran took my chin in his hand and pulled my face up to look at his, "You are my servant girl, my bitch, aren't you?" "Yes Father," I replied quietly. "Good, now write that out neatly 200 times. Then sign your name at the bottom and bring it to me," he said and then walked over to his armchair by the fire. As I wrote I thought about everything that had happened during the day. I was so ashamed of what had happened to me, I wet myself like a child, then made to kneel and suck Fr. Currans big cock, and then dressed up like a little girl. It was the events in the last hour that had really shocked me, I allowed myself to be fucked up the ass by a priest and the worst part is that I enjoyed, no loved it. I realised that I might be in danger, but somehow the excitment overcame the fear. I wanted to be Fr. Curran's bitch and I wanted him to fuck my ass. As I finished the lines my head was spinning. I was about to sign myself PAUL, but instead I signed PAULINE, and put a little x on the last letter. I walked over to Fr. Curran's chair and handed him the sheets of paper. He inspected them carefully looking over each sheet in turn. He turned to me, putting his hand up my skirt and rubbing my bum, he said, "You're a good little girl Pauline, and I'm sure I won't need to punish you too often." He got up and walked to the bed, "Pauline," he said, "I am ready for bed, you may take my clothes off." I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off. He was a big, strong man. His chest was tanned and had relatively little hair. I knelt down and removed his shoes and then his socks. "Kiss your Master's feet," he ordered. I kissed his toes one by one, bent to my task I felt like a Roman slave. "Enough!" he said, then he led me into my room and ordered me to undress. As I did so he produced a nightgown from the closet in his room. It was made of white cotton and lace. "Put this on Pauline," Fr. Curran said. I pulled it over my head leaving my panties on. It reached down to my knees and made me feel like I was in a girls boarding school. "Now Pauline lie on the bed," he said. I lay down. He pulled my hands up over my head and started to tie them to a small ring that was set into the wall. "I don't want you playing with youself in the middle of the night Pauline, so this will make sure your a good little girl," he said as he finished securing the bindings. He ran his hand across my face and down my body until he reached my semi-erect penis. Giving it a little squeeze he said, "Sweet dreams Pauline, I'll see you in the morning." He left the room and closed the door. I heard the key turn in the lock and then the light went out. I thrashed about for a while desperate to fondle my own cock that was bursting for relief, but soon I drifted off to sleep. I awoke from a dream to feel myself wetting the bed. Because I was lying on my back my piss soaked me all over and the smell of urine filled the room. I started to cry. I was becoming the girl Fr. Curran wanted me to be. The next morning when the light went on I tried to cover the stain by turning over in bed. Fr. Curran opened the door and immeadiately the stench hit him. "Pauline you bold girl, you wet the bed, I'm going to have to punish you for that," he said smiling evilly at me, "but first you have a little duty to perform. Can you tell me what it is?" "To suck your cock Father," I whispered. "Correct! Good girl Pauline," he said climbing onto the bed. He was wearing no trousers or underwear. He straddled me and sitting on my chest, he rubbed his cock in my face. "Pauline, the smell of urine has reminded me that I need to go to the toilet," he looked down at me, "Since you are already wet with your own piss I'm sure you won't mind me using you a my toilet." I minded very much indeed. I started to struggle, trying to move away. "Now, now Pauline, don't be bold," Fr. Curran said grabbing my chin, "Open your mouth, that's a good girl." He pulled my mouth open and held his cock about six inches from my face. "Please don't Father," I begged. "Don't what Pauline ?" he sneered. "Please don't piss on me Father," I pleaded. "Now, now Pauline, you will just have to learn to like it," he said. Then the jet of hot liquid streamed from his cock, splattering my face. I gagged, as it filled my mouth and went up my nose. I squeezed my eyes closed so the hot piss wouldn't sting. The piss dribbled from my mouth down my chin and covered my chest. I tried not to swallow it but I had no choice, and to my surprise it did not taste as bad as I thought it would. My penis was getting harder, I was frightened but still I couldn't help being excited by this. "Drink your Masters juice you little slut," Fr Curran said, as he shook his cock making his piss go all over my head, face and chest. The top off my night dress was soaking with warm urine and the smell filled my nostrils. I swallowed again and again trying to empty my mouth but Fr. Curran just kept filling it up again. The final few squirts he shot straight into my mouth. Fr. Curran looked down at me and smiled, "You liked that didn't you?" I blushed and looked away. His hand felt between my legs, "You're clitty is hard Pauline, you do like it, don't you girl ?" "Yes Father," I whispered. "Good girl, now suck Father's cock to make it hard," he ordered, pushing his prick into my mouth. I sucked him hard, flicking my tongue over his knob. His cock pulsed and grew in my mouth until I could barely fit half of it. When he was rock hard he pulled away. "Now Pauline, you have been such a good girl, that I'm going to treat you like one," he said while moving down my body and lifting my legs to expose my damp, urine stained panties. "I am going to fuck you the way men and women do, face to face." My night dress lay crumbled on my belly as he peeled off my knickers. He spread me legs and pushed them up to my chest, lifting my ass and exposing the tight hole between my cheeks. He put his fingers into my mouth and said, "Make these good and wet." I licked at his fingers soaking them in saliva. Then pulling them from my mouth he smeared them around my hole, pushing them a little way inside, as if testing me. He leaned forward and placing his rock hard cock against my fundament he slowly pushed into me. My muscles slowly yielding to his size. Fully buried in my ass, his face was inches from mine. With almost religious tone he whispered in my ear, "You are now truly my girl slave Pauline." He started to slowly pump in and out. With each stroke the pain slipped away, andhis movements became more fluid. He quickly established a relaxed steady rhythm. I found myself pushing to meet his thrusts. "That's the girl," he panted pushing himself up on his hands and looking down at his cock slipping in and out of me. I started to moan, unable to contain myself. "Oooh, Father," I whimpered quietly, not wanting to disturb the wonderful feeling in my bottom. He looked down at me, the lust in his eyes burning, "Pauline open your mouth and pout your lips," he ordered enjoying his role as master. I did as he asked. "Do you like being my slave girl Pauline," he asked pumping steadily. "Ooooh, Yes Father !" I answered, playing his game. "Good girl, reach up and kiss your Master," he ordered. I tried to reach him but with my hands tied I could barely lift my head. "Come on girl," he said. I tried again, this time he leaned down so his lips were just out of reach. I flicked my tongue at him trying to lick his lips. He smiled and said, "Pauline you are a horny little bitch." He then clamped his mouth on mine and forced his tongue down my throat. he devoured me and I orgasmed inside my ass in a way that I didn't think was possible. My muscles relaxed spasmed and then relaxed completely. Fr. Curran's cock slid in and out like a greased pole. He grabbed my hips and lifted me from the bed. His strokes quickened to a blur. I could feel him cuming inside me. As his spunk shot up inside me he literally threw me around the bed, churning his hips and ramming his cock up my ass. "Yyyeessss!!!!!" he bellowed then slumped onto top of me. Chapter Three A few minutes later he pushed himself off me, his now shrunken member plopping out of my ass. I let my legs fall and could feel his spunk dribble down my crack. Rubbing my face he said, "Now girl, I think you should get cleaned up." He untied my wrists, and pulled me from the bed. He felt my night dress and then picking up my knickers said, "I think I'm going to have to get you plastic pants so you don't ruin your sheets every night." He then pushed me toward the door saying, "When your dressed you can make me some breakfast." "But Father, my knickers are soiled," I replied. "Well you're just going to have to wear them dirty until you get another pair. I'll not have any young serving girl running around with no panties on," he said curtly. I quickly washed, then put on my dirty knickers, then the rest of my clothes. After I had served him his breakfast he told me that he was going out for a few hours. "When I return I expect you to have gone through all the boxes of clothes, and picked out all the ladies outfits that fit you," he said as he left the house. I ran to the room with the boxes, and quickly pulled all the clothes out on the floor. First I went through them and put away all the mens clothes. It was a strange sensation knowing I wouldn't need them anymore. Then I sifted through all the ladies clothes, searching first for underwear. I found only six pairs of panties that fitted me well, most were old and worn, but two of them were quite new. The first was made of simple white cotton much like the ones I was wearing. I quickly took off my tights and my dirty knickers, then replaced them with the clean pair and put back on my tights. The other pair were high cut with black lace trimming, I also found a bra to match. This bra was perfect for it had a small cup. I found two other black bras and two white ones, all with small cups. I came across only two pairs of tights, one black and one brown, but just as I thought there were no more items in the underwear department, I discovered a brand new pair of opaque black hold-up stockings. I jumped for joy, these would go perfectly the the black bra and panties. "Father Curran will love me in these," I thought to myself. The rest of my search was not so fruitful. I found one blouse, white, much like the one I was wearing and one other skirt, red, knee length. The last item that I found was a dress, it was black with diamonte trimmings, it had a straight tight skirt stopping just below the knee and a loose fitting bodice. At least it would go well with the other black items I had unearthed. So I had one good outfit if I ever needed it, but then I realised that I had no shoes to match. Just then I heard the front door open, I stopped, my heart beating, half in fear, half in anticipation. "Pauline !" Fr. Curran called. "Yes Father," I replied moving toward the door. He got there before I did, in his hand he had a bag. "I got a little something for you, Pauline," he smiled at me, then gave me the bag. I looked inside. It contained a complete make up kit and a book on how to apply make up. "Well a young girl like you has to make herself up for her Master," he said, "Don't you agree Pauline ?" "Oh yes Father, thank you Father," I replied. "Well run along and get made up. I want to see a pretty little girl serve dinner tonight," he said. As I left the room he patted my bottom. I spent the rest of the day in Father Curran's bathroom learning how to apply make up properly, and by the evening I had found my look. I decided to try on my black outfit to show off to Fr. Curran. I snuck downstairs and quickly gathered all I needed, I could hear Fr. Curran in his study. I ran back up to the bathroom and closed the door. Taking off my clothes, I folded them neatly and put them by the door. Then slipped on the panties and bra. They felt divine against my skin. I felt so feminine. Quickly I opened the packet of hold ups and slid them on, the sensation of the nylon was thrilling. At this point I was going to stop and look in the mirror, but I decided to wait until I had fully dressed. So slipping on the dress I arranged it and made it sit properly. Then turning to the mirror I ran my fingers through my hair. I was not yet complete. I quickly applied my make up being careful not to smudge any, just like the book said. I was putting the finishing touches to my face when Fr. Curran came into his bedroom. "Pauline, are you still in the bathroom playing with your make up ?" he called from the other side of the door. "I'll be out in a minute Father," I replied. "I don't like to kept waiting girl," he retorted. "Please Father, I have a surprise for you," I said. "You have one minute exactly or you go over my knee girl," he stated. I applied my lipstick, scarlet red, as quickly as possible. I knew that he meant it, and I also knew that I wouldn't be out in time. The idea of being spanked over his knee sent shivers through me, all the way to my stiff little clitty. "Times up Pauline, come out at once!" he yelled. I ruffled my hair a little and went to the door. I paused, then pulled it open quickly. "You little ....." he started to shout. I stood with my head bowed and meekly looked up at him. "... bitch" he finished quietly. He walked upto me and placed his hand on my chin. Lifting my face to his he said, "You are a pretty young girl, Pauline, and what a lovely dress," he said, then, "I'm going to have to be careful not to damage it when I put you over my knee." I blushed as he spoke. "I like your lipstick, pout your lips for me," he said, his face getting closer to mine. I pouted my lips and half closed my eyes. I was frightened by the thought that flashed into my head. I wanted Fr. Curran to kiss me, kiss me like a girl. "Open your mouth and let Father kiss your girlie lips," he whispered. His lips met mine, his tongue snaked into my mouth and licked at me. I felt so feminine and submissive. He let go of me, then went and sat down in the Leather armchair by the fire. "Now Pauline, model your new clothes for me," he said. I walked up and down in front of him, swaying my hips as if I was on a catwalk. The feeling of the cold air around my legs was electrifying. I stopped in front of Fr. Curran and did a little twirl. "I think you need long hair Pauline," he said leaning back in the chair, "I will get you a wig and a pair of shoes." I ran over to him and knelt in front of him, "Will you Father please, I would love new black shoes to go with my dress !" I said excitedly. "STOP BEGGING GIRL !" he roared suddenly. I shrank back in fear. "Across my knee now !" he ordered. I scrambled off the floor and draped myself ungracefully over his knees. He placed one hand on the leg just below the line of my skirt, the other held me in place. He lifted my skirt by rubbing his hand up my leg. I tingled at his touch. As he reached my thigh, his hand stopped. "Pauline you little bitch, your wearing stockings," he said squeezing my naked flesh. I could hear the strain in his voice. He moved his hand up on to my bottom and felt the lace trim on my black panties. He pulled my skirt over my ass, and feasted his eyes. "Pauline, I think you will enjoy this as much as me," he said rubbing my buttocks gently. Whack !!! His hand came down full force. Whack !!! "OOOooowww !!!!" I moaned. "Quiet girl," he hissed. Whack !!! "Please stop Father," I pleaded. Whack !!! "Go on Pauline, beg me," he laughed. Whack !!! "Please Father, I promise to be a good girl," I begged as I wriggled around. Whack !!! "Do you promise to serve and obey me Pauline," he asked. Whack !!! "OOooww, Y-yes Father, I promise ... I promise to obey your every command," I gasped. Whack !!! "Now girl, I think your little ass is hot enough for the moment," he said as he rubbed my burning red ass through the black panties, "Kneel before your Master, Pauline." I climbed off his knee and knelt on the floor in front of his chair. He stood up and said, "Would you like to taste your Master's cock girl?" "Oooh ... Yes Father!" I said excitedly. "Well then beg me like the slave bitch you are, Pauline," he ordered. "Please Father, may I taste your cock?" I pleaded. Fr. Curran unzipped his trousers and released his swollen prick from his shorts. He held it up to my mouth, but when I went to take it in, he pulled away and slapped my face. "Dirty little slut, you will only touch me when ordered," he hissed. "I'm sorry Father," I whispered. "And so you should be girl! ... Now lick me !" he ordered. I moved forward and began licking him. I let my tongue slide along his cock until I reached the tip. Lapping at his knob, I tasted the sperm seeping from him. "Good girl Pauline, now suck me," he said rubbing his hand through my hair. I licked my lips and wrapped them around the tip. I flicked lightly as I slid my mouth over his hardened shaft. Closing around him I sucked as hard as I could. His hands pulled me onto him. I gagged as he forced his cock further into my mouth. Suddenly he pulled me off. "Enough," he said loudly, telling himself as much as me, "I want to enjoy you slowly tonight. Get up and straighten your clothes." I did as I was told. "Go and prepare dinner at once," he snapped. I ran to the kitchen and quickly readied dinner for my Master. Fr. Curran sat at the head of the table. As I served him a soup to start he fondled my stocking clad legs. His hand wandered up to my bare skin and lightly pinched me. It took all my concentration not to spill the soup. "Bring me some wine girl," he ordered. I quickly obeyed his command. As dinner progressed so did his carressing of my legs, thighs and bottom. I was served his dessert of sliced banana and strawberry yogurt when he told me to fetch an extra unpeeled banana. I returned to the table and gave him the fruit. "Pour me the last of that wine Pauline," he said. I did as I was told. "Now Pauline, I want you to clear the table of everything except my glass and my dessert." I rushed about tending my duties. When I was finished I returned to his side. "Good girl Pauline, now climb up on the table and kneel with your pretty little ass facing me," he ordered. I paused for a moment, then obeyed. I was quickly in the position he demanded. His hands lifted my skirt and rubbed my ass through my black lace panties. "Move closer to me, and mind you don't knock anything," he said. I inched backward careful to avoid his plate and glass. Using both hands he peeled my knickers off my bottom but leaving my penis trapped between the lacy folds. He played with my bare ass, running his fingers up and down the crack. After a few minutes he stopped and continued to eat his dessert. I blushed scarlet realising for the first time how humiliating it was to be kneeling before him as he ate. Time passed slowly, the seconds seemed like minutes. I waited for his touch. The longer he left me the more I needed it. I desperately fought the urge to push my ass closer to him. The wait became unbearable. He finished his banana, but left a considerable quantity of yogurt on his plate. He scooped up a generous measure on his middle finger and raised it to my bottom. "Now Pauline I thought you might like a little of this delightful dessert." He smeared the yogurt between my ass cheeks, then slowly forced his finger into my fundament. My muscles tensed for a second, then relaxed and let him push further into me. "You seem to like it Pauline," he laughed, "wriggle your ass for me girl." I started to move my hips from side to side. "That's the girl," he said, "now forward and back." I rocked forward, his fingers slipped out to the tip. I stopped not wanting to lose it. Then slowly I pushed back again, letting it ease back into me. "A little faster Pauline," he ordered. I repeated my rocking motion, moving quicker each time. I was careful never to let his finger completely escape from my hole. I could feel a burning sensation start to build up inside my rear end. I moved faster trying to satisfy it only to find it getting worse. Within minutes I was pumping franticly on Fr. Currans finger. "Slowly girl slowly," he said trying to calm me. I slowed my pace and he rewarded me by squeezing another finger inside. I began to churn my hips. I closed my eyes concentrating on the wonderful feeling in my ass. I didn't see him raise his other hand and bring it down full force on my opened buttock. "OOOooowwww!!!!" I screamed in pain. "Stop your wriggling you horny little slut," he commanded. I stopped my gyrations, the burning inside my reached fever pitch. Fr. Curran pulled his fingers out. "Would you like some more yogurt Pauline?" Fr Curran teased. "Ohh Yes please Father," I begged. He worked a liberal quantity into my hole, letting the tips of his fingers slip in and out. "Would you like a little banana with your yogurt?" he asked, a smile on his face. Now I realised why he wanted the extra banana. "Yes Father, Yes," I panted bearly able to contain myself. He peeled the banana and dipped it in the yogurt. Then lifting it to my hole he applied a steady force. My anus parted and my muscles relaxed as the fruit eased up my ass. Further and further inside me until finally I felt my muscles close over the other end of the banana. It was completely inside me. I was scared to move a muscle. The sensation was so intense I started to get dizzy. I could feel an orgasm build up inside me, but this was not like any orgasm I had ever had before, I had no feeling in my penis at all, this was a pure anal orgasm. It grew and grew, spreading out from my ass until eventually I felt like I was being swallowed up by it. My body shook with the tremors as my muscles spasmed. I let out a long moan, as my ass forced the banana out again, then I collapsed on to the table. Fr. Curran was not finished with me yet, not by a long shot. He picked up the banana and walked around the table. Leaning down close to my face he said, "Well Pauline after all that work you need some nourishment." He held the banana, smeared with yogurt and shit, to my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid it inside inch by inch. I sucked and chewed on it. "Good girl Pauline," he said as I finished the banana, "Now Father is going to bring you to bed. You want to sleep with Father tonight don't you?" "Yes Father," I whispered barely aware of him lifting me off the table and carrying my upstairs to his room. He brought me into the bathroom and sat my on the toilet. "I think I need to wake you a little," he said unbuttoning his trousers. He pulled out his swollen member and rubbed it in my face. The smell of him started to bring me round, but before I was fully aware his piss splashed my face. "This will wake you up bitch," he hissed. The piss covered me. It was in my mouth, all over my face, dribbling down my chin onto my dress. When he had finished he headed for the door. "Get into your nightdress and come to bed," he ordered Within minutes I was standing by his bed wearing only knickers and nightie. He pulled back the covers and patted the mattress beside him. "Climb in Pauline, I stripped naked specially for you," he said. I slipped under the covers. He took my hands and placed them on his massive cock. "This is all for you my dear," he whispered in my ear. I stroked it lovingly, feeling it pulse between my fingers. "Would you like to taste it Pauline," he said quietly. "Yes please Father," I replied. He gently pushed me down under the covers. I kissed the tip, tasting the salty fluid seeping from the hole. "Lick it all over girl," he said holding the covers up so he could see. I licked it up and down, lapping at his balls. The smell of him was almost overpowering but it also made me even hornier. "Enough now," he said pulling my off him, "I want to come inside you tonight." "Ooh yes please Father," I said rubbing my body against his. He pushed me onto my back and pulled my legs apart. He got between my legs and pressed his weight on me. His hands reached down and lifted my hips off the bed. He slipped my knickers off my ass leaving them wrapped around my thighs. His hands fondled my ass cheeks a little before he pulled them apart. "Guide my cock into your lovely tight pussy," he said in a husky voice. I reached down and maneouvered the tip of his penis to my hole. He applied pressure and I felt my muscles contract for a moment before relaxing. The tip eased into me. "Oh you're pussy is so tight," he said before his lips closed over mine. In one movement he pushed his entire length into me. I reached around him and held on at first in fear that I would burst open, but then slowly as the pain lessen, I held him wanting more. He started to move in and out of me. Letting the rythm build. The feelings in my ass were more intense with every stroke. I was soon bucking my hips to meet his. "That's it girl," he panted. "Ooh yes Father," I sighed. He lifted me off the bed and churned his hips, then burying his cock upto the hilt in me he stopped. "Pauline, tell me who your master is," he said, his voice strained. "You are Father, you are," I panted. "And what is your purpose in life," he asked. "To serve you and make you happy Father," I replied. "And will to do anything for me," he asked. "Anything Father, anything you want," I promised. He brought his face close to mine and slowly started to pump his cock in and out of me. "Pauline, tomorrow I am going to bring another preist here. Fr. Brady is going to be staying for a while. I want you to serve him too. Will you do that for me?" he whispered. "If you want me too Father," I answered, a little unsure of myself now. "I do Pauline. I expect you to serve both of us together at dinner tomorrow night," he smiled at me and licked my mouth, "I'm sure you will enjoy yourself as much as we will." "Will Fr. Brady be allowed to cane me too?" I asked, pushing my ass against him. "Of course. In fact I may have him cane you while you suck my cock. Would you like that?" he replied. I blushed and hid my face in his chest, then said quietly, "Yes Father." "Good girl Pauline, then we can both give you a good fucking. You'd like that too, wouldn't you?" he said. I smiled coyly and said, "Yes Father." He lifted my hips off the bed. I wriggled from side to side opening myself to him. I wanted him to fill me with his cock. He licked at my neck and sucked my mouth hard forcing his tongue down my throat. All the time the pace of his strokes quickening. He pushed himself up on his hands. "Hold your legs up," he panted. I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled my legs against my chest. Fr. Curran pumped into me furiously, then suddenly stopped. He lay with his prick buried in me for a moment then pulled out of me. He knelt in front of me and slapped my left butt cheek. "Off the bed and on your knees girl," he ordered. I dropped my legs and climbing off the bed, I arranged myself on my knees by the side of the bed. He went to a bedside locker and opened the bottom drawer. "Crawl over here Pauline," he said. On hands and knees I made my way, my panties still around my thighs, across the room. By the time I reached Fr. Curran he had pulled a large black vibrator from the drawer. It was the kind that pumped up and down aswell as vibrating. It had a remote control attached by a long wire. "We're going to play a little game Pauline," he smiled down at me, "first, I want you to make this dildo wet with your spit." He held the vibrator to my mouth. I licked at it, letting my saliva dribble all over the cold black rubber. "Now I'm going to put it up your tight little pussy," he pulled the dildo away, "Turn around and bend down." I did as he ordered, bending my head to the floor. He pushed the vibrator roughly into my ass. My already stretched muscle accomodated it easily. "Grip it tight Pauline, if it slips out you'll get twenty strokes of the cane," he said sharply, "this dildo has variable power of both vibration and penetration. I am going to order you to perform certain tasks for me. Each time you make a mistake I will turn up the power, and if you perform well I will turn it down. So to begin we shall go to the bathroom." My bottom tingled as he turned on the vibrator. He slapped my ass and said, "Move along girl." I scrambled along in front of him desperately squeezing my buttocks together. We reached the bathroom and he pointed to the toilet. "I want you to make the bowl clean enough for your Masters arse, using your tongue," he laughed. I went to my task. I licked at the rim. "Faster bitch," he ordered, then turned up the vibrating speed. I moved as fast as I could, knowing that I wouldn't please him. "Come on you slut, Faster," he said Now he switched on the pumping action. I had to clench my bottom even harder as I could feel the dildo starting to slip out. "If you can't clean the toilet I am just going to have to use you instead," he mused as he watched me, "Turn around and open your mouth." I turned to face him. His form towering over me, semi erect cock in hand. Before I even opened my mouth, the warm shower hit my face. "Open wide you little hussy," he laughed, spraying piss all over my head, neck and shoulders. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, the hot liquid flowing over my lips and tongue. I swallowed again and again, but most of his golden shower soaked my face and nightie. "That's the girl Pauline," he said shaking the last drops from his semi-swollen cock, "I think it's past your bedtime." He pulled me up and slapped my ass, "Run along into your room girl, and I'll be along to tuck you up." I ran across his bedroom, the cold air making me shiver. I opened the door to my little room and went inside. As I turned Fr. Curran entered behind me. "On the bed Pauline," he said approaching me, "I have to tie those playful hands of yours up. I wouldn't want you stroking your own clitty." He pulled my hands above my head and fastened them to the ring set in the wall. "Now Pauline, your last service for your Master today ..." he said climbing onto the bed and straddling my piss soaked chest, "... will be to suck me until I fill your mouth and cover your face with my spunk. This way as you drift off to sleep with the taste and smell of me filling your head." He shoved his cock into my mouth. I gobbled at it hungrily. My lust for Fr. Curran seemed to grow with every humiliation he put me through. I sucked hard on it as he pumped slowly in and out. "You're learning to like it girl," he smiled down at me, "that's good because your going to be doing alot more of it when Fr. Brady arrives tomorrow." He talk became grunts as his orgasm started to overtake him. I felt the first twitches and the sweet taste of his pre-cum jism fill my mouth. He grabbed my head and pumped. Once, twice and it hit. The salty jet hit my throat and slipped down. He then pulled out of my mouth and sprayed my face, the cum hitting my nose and cheeks, dribbling down to my chin. Then pushing it in again let the last pulses fill my my hungry mouth. Without even muttering a word he got up and left the room, turning out the light from the his bedroom. I was left to contemplate my position in life once more, only this time I had the smell and taste of my Master's sperm to remind me of what was to come. Chapter Four The next morning I awoke to find myself untied and a note from Fr. Curran by the bed. It read: Pauline, I have gone to pick up Fr. Brady at the station. On my return I expect to find you dressed and made-up. You will prepare a light lunch for us, which we will serve ourselves. You will stay in my room unless I summon you. I intend not to inform Fr. Brady that you are in fact a young boy, but instead let him believe that your are my new serving girl. I shall tell him that you are dumb. This should keep your secret safe at least for a while. I will however tell him that your mouth is more than willing to please if he so desires; and I know he will desire. Be ready, Your master. I quickly climbed out of bed, and peeling off my nightdress, went to the bathroom and washed myself. Then returning to my room, I slipped on clean white cotton panties and a clean bra. Over this I put on a white blouse and a black skirt. I loved the feeling of the feminine clothing against my skin. I settled down in front of the little vanity mirror that Fr. Curran had put in my room and began to make my self up. I experimented with several shades of before deciding on a subtle blue for my eyes, with a single line of eye liner, and carefully applied masscara. Then to complete my look a pink lipstick and a little blusher. I walked into Fr. Currans room and stood in front of his full length mirror. I was confronted by a pretty young woman, not unlike the kind you would find sitting behind the reception desk in a hotel. I went about the business of preparing lunch quickly and effeciently. I left the table set and the white wine chilled. I was just finished and was tidying the kitchen when I heard Fr. Currans car in the drive. I wiped down the sideboards and hurried upstairs to await my Masters call. I heard them enter through the front door and Fr. Curran saying, "I will show you your room and drop this bag in my own. Then we can have some the lunch Pauline prepared for us." To which Fr. Brady replied, "I'm looking forward to meeting this Pauline, she sounds like a real find." "She's a little treasure," Fr. Curran said, "She is so quiet and meek and yet so willing to serve, I think you will find that for a girl who doesn't speak her mouth has found other ways of expressing itself." At this they both laughed. I blushed red and was overcome by a curious mix of pride and humiliation. Then Fr. Curran's voice again, "This is your room Fr. Brady, there is a bathroom en-suite, why don't you freshen up and meet me down stairs in the dining room in five minutes." I heard Fr. Currans footsteps approach the door. I was sitting on his bed with hands in my lap as he opened the door. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. He was holding a number of large carrier bags. "Well pet, I hope everything is in order downstairs," he said walking over to me, "while Fr. Brady and I are having lunch you can take a look through these," he handed my the bags, "some clothes I picked up from the jumble sale in town." I opened the bags, each one contained a complete outfit including shoes, five in total and one bag was full of underwear of all sorts. Fr. Curran rubbed my face with his hand, "All these ladies clothes excite you don't they Pauline?" "Yes Father," I replied smiling up at him. "You can sort through these and I will call you when we have eaten," he said and walked back out the door. I was thrilled. I ran into my own room and laid out the clothes. The first bag I emptied was the one full of underwear. There were ten pairs of cotton knickers, six white, two black and two blue. I folded these neatly and put them away. Then I pulled out six plain bras, three white and three black. Having put these away I found 2 sets of lace lingerie. The first one in black consisting of a half cut bra, high cut knickers and a suspender belt. I quickly searched and found a pair of black lace stockings to match these. I put this in my bottom drawer and went back to sort out the remainder of what was left. Fr. Curran called me from the bottom of the stairs and I quickly ran down to him. "Pauline," he said, "Go and make Fr. Brady and I some coffee, that the girl." He patted his hand on my ass as he spoke to me. I nodded my assent and turned to go to the kitchen. Then I noticed that Fr. Curran had left the door of the dining room open and Fr. Brady had seen his hand on my bum. I caught Fr. Brady's eye for a second, he smiled a knowing smile and I flushed red. I lowered my head and ran to the kitchen. I readied the coffee and laid the tray. I walked back to the room with a sense of dread and excitment. I stopped at the door for a moment, stilled my beating heart, then entered. "Good girl Pauline," Fr. Curran said as I laid the cup in front of him, "She's a great wee girl Father. So mild mannered and quiet, and so willing to please, isn't that right Pauline?" He patted my ass as I went to put a cup in front of Fr. Brady. I could feel Fr. Brady's eyes look me up and down, investigating my feminine curves. I nodded in affirmation of Fr. Currans last statement. Fr. Brady grabbed me by the wrist. I did not struggle as he pulled my hand toward his lap. "Pauline," he said quietly, "Fr. Curran has explained that although you are dum, you have a special talent with your mouth." I looked from him to Fr. Curran and back. There was a moment when time seemed to stop then Fr. Curran spoke. "Pauline, Fr. Brady has had a long journey and I have told him that you will afford him anything he asks, anything, do you understand?" I nodded. "Fr. Brady you only have to ask," Fr. Curran said with a laugh in his voice. "Pauline," Fr. Brady said still holding me by the wrist, "kneel down and pleasure me with your mouth." I knelt down in front of him and he opened his trousers, he took my hand and put it on his swelling cock. I pulled it loose and licking my lips, I fell on it. It tasted different to Fr. Curran but nearly as good. I quickly found a rhythm and started to rise and fall on his cock, with each stroke I flicked the tip with my tongue, tasting his pre cum juice. I could feel his rise rushing toward me. I knew that he was about to fill my mouth his his hot spunk. As he