Penance (closed)

This thread continues the story begun in "The Confessional" by fukensploogin and sexy_curves. Enjoy!

Tommy plugged his digital tape recorder into the USB port on his laptop. The file it contained was almost three hours long. He'd snuck into his Catholic church and pretended to be a priest in the confessional, curious as to what kind of confessions he might hear. He never dreamed that Andrea, one of the hottest (and, he learned, sluttiest and most drugged-up) girls in his high school would come in and confess to him all of her rather naughty deeds.

He got in bed, put on headphones, and pressed play, listening again to the rather graphic details of her sex life. He stroked his raging hard on until his jism spewed across his stomach and lay back, panting afterwards. *A plan began to hatch in his brain...

Andrea drove home from church after spending three hours with a priest, confessing the terrible things she'd done lately. She pulled her car into her parent's driveway and walked into the house and up to her room. Her parents were out for the evening and her brother thank god, was back at school. She put her purse down on the floor by her closet and walked to her jewelry box, pulling out the rosary she'd been given on her first communion and hadn't touched since.

She knelt down next to her bed and began her first of one hundred rosaries she was told to do as a penance for her sins. She stayed there on her knees until she finished the last Hail Mary of her last Rosary. It was well into the morning before she crawled into her bed and felt at peace with herself for the first time in a long time.

The next morning she woke up and got ready for school. She got dressed, her uniform much closer to policy than she'd worn it in months. She packed her backpack and walked downstairs where her mom was making breakfast. She ate breakfast with her mom and hugged her before leaving, something she hadn't done in far too long.

She parked her car at school and walked into the building, going to her locker next to Julie's, bending down to pick up a few books from the bottom of her locker as the bell rang to go to first period.

Julie saw Andrea at her locker. It was the first day back at school after winter break. She ran up to her friend and knelt down next to her. "Hey babe," Julie said. "How's it going?" She looked at Andrea. "Hey, everything alright? What's with your uniform? Why all buttoned up today?"

The bell went off. "See you at break Andi! I got some new stuff you gotta try," she said with a wink, and ran off for class.

*****

Tommy watched Andrea from down the hall for a minute before the bell rang. His cock twitched as he watched her and Julie chatting, thinking about all the lesbian action that had gone on between those two girls. He pondered his next step for a moment, before the bell rang. He ran off to his first class.

A few moments later, Andrea walked in behind him and took the seat right in front of him...

Andrea jumped slightly when Julie knelt down next to her. "Hey Julie" she said as she put her books and binders into her tote bag, standing up and putting her bag on her shoulder. "I'm fine Julie, better than I've been in a long time actually" she said, shutting her locker. She shrugged after Julie questioned her uniform. "I dunno, first day back I just figured i should make an effort" she said as the bell rang.

She didn't really react to Julie telling her about what meeting at break before they split ways to get to their first class. it dawned on her that she might lose a friend during her reform.

The final bell rang as she walked into class and there was only one seat left in the second semester of US history. She sat down, ignoring Tommy who was watching her walk to the empty desk in front of his. She sat down and pulled out her binder, avoiding Mr. Sullivan's gaze as he got to her name on the attendance sheet.

Tommy sat there, trying not to smirk as Andrea took her seat in front of him. He looked up at Mr. Sullivan and said "here" when his name was called. He remembered suddenly that bit in Andrea's confession about her and Mr. Sullivan. He smiled.

Well, now he would definitely be able to get an A in US History. He wondered what other information he could put to good use...

Class ended with a bell, and everyone gathered their things. Tommy went up to Mr. Sullivan's desk. "Can I meet with you after school today? It's about some extra credit..."

"Certainly, Tommy, see you at three." He spoke up suddenly as Andrea was passing by behind Tommy. "Andrea, can you meet me in my office after school today as well?"

Andrea stayed focus during class and took detailed notes. She knew she couldn't have another 'tutoring session' with Mr. Sullivan if she really wanted to change her ways.

The bell rang and Andrea put her things back in her bag and mad her way to the door, turning when Mr. Sullivan called her name, asking if she could stay after school. She looked at him uncomfortably and hesitated for a second.

"Sure, I've got something to do after school, but I can stop for a couple minutes" she said, glancing at Tommy thinking it was unusual that he was looking for extra credit the first day of the semester.

Tommy smirked at Andrea when she looked at him. He remembered back to the day last semester when he had tried to ask her out on a date and she had made him feel like a fool. He was definitely going to get himself a little revenge... And a taste of what he was missing.

Tommy followed Andrea out the door, and took one last look at her as she walked away. He was heading the other way. He licked his lips as he walked away from her, plotting his next move.

He'd never been into drugs at all. Sure, he'd been drunk a few times, smoked weed once, but never touched coke or pills or anything hard like that. Julie passed him in the hall. He gave her a wink and a smirk, to which she sneered and hurried on her way. Tommy didn't care. It was expected. He wasn't part of the party crowd, he wasn't one of the cool kids.

Tommy had a newfound confidence, though. He had a secret. A lot of secrets, really. And if he was smart with the way he used them, a lot of things could drastically change for him, and his friends, at this school.

*****

Julie sneered at Tommy as she passed him in the hallway and had the gall to wink at her. What a creep! She stopped into the girl's bathroom, went into a stall, stole a quick couple of bumps of coke from the bullet that was perpetually stashed in her bra, and then headed off for her next class.

Damn that was good coke, she thought. Pure, grade A, smooth as a baby's bottom, and a long mellow high that was nearly orgasmic.

Julie quickly found Andrea at their lockers during their morning break period. She slipped the bullet into Andrea's hand. "Seriously, just try it, a couple bumps will last all day!" she said, sniffed and smiled wide at her friend, her fingers lingering on Andrea's hand, a lusty look coming across her face.

Andrea ignored Tommy's smirk and walked out the door to her next class where she participated and actually took notes again. She wondered if colleges would forgive her one semester of screw ups if she worked hard again this semester.

Another class went by the same way and Andrea walked back to her locker, wishing she could avoid Julie for a while. She relaxed a little bit when Julie wasn't by their lockers yet. She opened hers and switched out her books, jumping when Julie walked up. Andrea stood up and shook her head as Julie slid her bullet into her hand. "Julie I'm trying not to do this anymore" she said, looking at her friend. "I can't be like I was last semester" she said, trying to explain.

"Excuse me? You're kidding, right? What the hell happened to you?" Julie said, her eyes narrowing. She stole the bullet back. "After all we've been through?" Julie leaned in close to Andrea. "You're a slut just like me," she hissed. "Girls like us gotta stick together."

Michelle and Lindsay were suddenly standing with them in the hallway. Julie looked at the two of them and smiled. "C'mon, girls," Julie said. "Andrea thinks she's too good for us now."

"Julie" Andrea said, shutting her locker. "After everything that happened with Andrew, and what he did to me over break, after what happened with my dad, and running away" she pressed the palms of her hands against her forehead. "Julie I just can't be like that anymore" she said, trying to find a way to get her friend to understand. "You're parents are never home, you don't have to worry about them finding out about shit, you're an only child, I'm not saying it's easier for you, but you have less to hide it from" she said as Michelle and Lindsay walked up to them.

Her jaw tightened when Julie spoke again. "I never said that Julie" she protested, being interrupted by the bell. "I've got class, can we do this later? She asked before turning and heading to class.

"Pfft, whatever," Julie said, turning on her heel and walking away from Andrea. Michelle and Lindsay followed quickly behind her, each of them giving Andrea a dirty look as they passed her. She heard one of them sniff, tell-tale sign there was still coke in their noses.

*****

The day passed slowly, but three o'clock finally came. Tommy went to Mr. Sullivan's office as soon as he had collected his books.

"Yeah, come in Tommy," Mr. Sullivan said, motioning him to step inside. Tommy shut the door behind him. "Sit down. It's the first day of the semester, and you're already thinking about extra credit, huh? Planning on failing a test or something?"

"Not my extra credit, Mr. Sullivan," Tommy replied. He reached into his bag and pulled out his iPod. He handed Mr. Sullivan the headphones and opened the relevant file. He'd gone through the audio file of Andrea's confession and chopped it up, creating tracks of the relevant parts that he was planning to use.

Mr. Sullivan's face went pale a few moments after Tommy pressed play. He didn't have to listen to very much of it to get the idea. He threw the headphones down on his desk. Rage burned in his eyes as he glared at Tommy. "How the fuck did you get this?"

Tommy shook his head. "I want an A. If you don't give it to me at the end of the semester, the administration will have a copy of this. You like being a teacher, right?" he asked him, smirking as he stood up. He took his headphones back and put them on over his ears. He pressed play as he walked out the door.

"Hey Andrea," he said, giving her a smile and a wink as he passed her by.

"Miss Cooper," Mr. Sullivan called out. "Get in here."

Andrea walked to class and sat down, pulling out her book and notebook. She sighed loudly, still upset with went down with Julie. She forced herself to stay focused during the rest of her classes and get through the day, realizing she had to go to see Mr. Sullivan.

After her last class, she walked to her locker and switched out her books, hoping to give Tommy enough time to get through before she went into his office. She rolled her eyes when she saw Tommy walk out and wink at her. What was his problem? she thought when her attention turned to Mr. Sullivan calling her into his office.

She walked in and shut the door, sitting in a chair across from him. "Mr. Sullivan" she said, crossing her legs and keeping her skirt down her legs. "I don't think I'm going to need our tutoring sessions" she continued, looking at him. "I messed up big time last semester and don't plan on doing the same stuff this year." She looked up at him and saw something on his face more than what she expected from what she told him. She raised an eyebrow slightly wondering why he looked so upset.

Mr. Sullivan looked across his desk at Andrea, listening as she spoke but not really hearing her. He stood up when she finished. "Good luck, then," he said, and walked around behind her. He looked out into the history teachers' lounge area, and saw most of his colleagues walking out the door. He pulled a cord and the blinds spun shut, blocking the view inside his office.

"Who the fuck did you tell?" he hissed at her, coming up behind her and grabbing her shoulders. "Why would you do that? Who the fuck knows about what we've done?"

Andrea got nervous when he stood up, closing the blinds into the lounge area. "I just plan on working harder, and not going out nearly as much as I had been, I realized I was destroying my future and I need to start working harder again" she explained, jumping when he grabbed her shoulders.

"I didn't tell anyone" she said, her mind racing. What was he talking about? How would anyone know what had been happening? "Mr. Sullivan the only time I said anything about it was when I went to church for confession last night" she said, her body trembling and her heart pounding inside of her chest. "I didn't tell anyone else".

Mr. Sullivan spun her chair round. His hand fell fast and hard across her face, knocking her head to the side, and just as quickly, the back of his same hand hit her other cheek.

"Lying cunt," Mr. Sullivan growled, grabbing her throat and squeezing with both hands. "Which of those bitch friends of yours did you tell? Doesn't matter, really." He released her, but then grabbed her by her hair and threw her to the floor, the chair falling with her. "You're gonna pay for this, slut," he said, unbuckling his belt and pulling it from his pants. His pants fell to the ground and he stepped out of them, and she could see the large bulge made by his hardening cock.

"Take your shirt off," he demanded, locking the door as he stood over her, holding the belt menacingly in his hand.

Andrea whimpered when Mr. Sullivan spun her chair around, anger obvious in his eyes. She cried out when he slapped her across her face, tears streaming down her face as he used the back of his hand to hit her again, harder across the other side of her now tear stained face.

“I didn’t tell anyone, I promise” she sobbed, as he grabbed her throat. She gagged when he squeezed her neck, her eyes watering. She moved her hands to his, struggling to pull his hands from her throat. She yelled out when his hands moved to her hair, and threw her to the floor as he walked to lock the door.

She looked at him as he took off his belt. “Mr. Sullivan” she pleaded, backing up on her hands and feet, moving back until she hit against his desk. “I didn’t tell anyone. Why would I tell anyone?” She asked him, trying to get him see that she was trying to change. “My entire future would be in jeopardy, not just yours” she sobbed, looking up at him when he told her to take off her shirt. “None of my friends are talking to me, because I won’t do the things I used to do, I haven’t told anyone” she said reaching to her hip to find her phone, realizing it was on silent in her backpack.

She was silent for a minute as he looked up at him, his belt in his hand as he stood over her. “Who knows about it?” she asked, trying to find out who saw them.

"Oh, you don't know? You probably told him the whole story because you're fucking him and want to help him blackmail me to get a good grade. Dumb fucking slut," he growled, reaching down with one hand and grabbing her hair. With his other hand he pulled his hard cock out of his boxers.

He moved her face towards his dick and pressed the head to her mouth...

Andrea looked up a Mr. Sullivan, her face wet with tears. "Mr. Sullivan I haven't talked with anyone from school for a week, I'm not having sex with anyone" she protested, trying to get him to understand. "I'm not like that anymore" she added, whimpering as he grabbed her hair, leading her face towards his crotch.

She closed her mouth and clenched her jaw, her body trembling as she sobbed. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to stop, whimpering as he pressed the head of his cock to her lips.

Mr. Sullivan wasn't even listening to her anymore. He smacked his hardening dick across her face twice before grabbing her by the throat. His grip was tight, completely cutting off her air supply. He held tight as she struggled against him, until he saw her eyes start to flutter and roll back in her head, and then he released her. He stuffed his cock into her open mouth as she gasped for air.

Andrea looked up at Mr. Sullivan, wincing as he smacked his cock across her face. She fought to get away, with no success, when he grabbed her throat, holding tightly. She couldn't breathe and she started to panic, her heart racing, only increasing her need for air. She stopped moving, her face getting red. She got dizzy, her eyes rolling back and her vision clouding and getting dark.

She felt him let go of her neck as she laid back on the floor in Mr. Sullivan's office. She gasped for air, choking again when he forced his cock into her mouth, his hand moving to her hair as her eyes opened. She moved her hands to his chest, trying to push him off of her, trying to take a breath and get away from him, failing at all three.

Mr. Sullivan thrust his cock hard into her mouth, the head banging roughly against the back of her throat, causing Andrea to gag loudly on it. A steady stream of lewd obscenities cascaded from Mr. Sullivan's mouth, calling her every filthy name in the book as he fucked her face.

Finally he pulled out. For only a moment she was allowed to lay there, gasping, before she was grabbed by her hair and pulled to her feet. He roughly threw her down across his desk, his hand on her back, holding her down. He kicked her ankles, forcing her legs apart, and a second later she felt his familiar cock force itself inside her.

Andrea gagged loudly as Mr. Sullivan thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. Her throat spasmed around the head of his dick, making her gag louder, tears streaming down her face from both his words and his actions.

She gasped for breath again when he finally pulled his length from her mouth, her body trembling as he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. She closed her eyes and whimpered as he threw her onto his desk, forcing her against the smooth wood surface. Her body shook more when he kicked her ankles apart.

She winced and pleaded with him again as he pulled her panties to the side and forced his cock between her folds and into her pussy. "Please Mr. Sullivan, I didn't tell anyone. The only time I spoke about it was at confession last night" she sobbed. her muscles contracting, her pussy squeezing tightly around his shaft.

"Shut the fuck up you lying cunt," Mr. Sullivan growled. He had a grip on both of Andrea's hips, and he drove his stiff cock into her pussy hard, pounding her, giving her his full length with every thrust. "You're just a worthless dirty slut! Fucking whore," he grunted as he used her body.

Andrea cried out when Mr. Sullivan tightened his grip on her hips, forcing himself deeper into her pussy. She gripped the sides of his desk tightly, shaking her head when he swore at her. "I used to be" she said, still sobbing. "But I'm not like that anymore" she added, defending herself and desperately trying to find a way out of this.

"Why would I have come and tell you that I don't need our tutoring sessions this semester?" she asked, hoping it would make him realize she was trying to change.

Andrea's words meant nothing to Mr. Sullivan. All he cared about now was punishing Andrea for breaking her promise not to tell anyone, for putting him in this situation where he was being blackmailed! She had seduced him, after all, given up her body to him in exchange for her passing grade.

Long, hard strokes were what he gave to her. Pounding into her used cunt, over and over again. He grabbed her hair and yanked back when she started speaking again. He jerked her head around before letting go, pushing forward, smacking her nose into the wooden desk, blood spurting out.