Bad Girl

In my spare time I work as a counselor in an inner-city teen center. I enjoy my work and although I am white I have made some strong friendships with the black youths that I work with. My main job is to conduct group counseling for the young men of the community concerning their goals and how to obtain them. I also take time to play pick-up basketball, I can still shoot the three, and I hang out listening to stories about daily life in the neighborhood when someone wants to talk about their experiences.

One night when I was getting ready to lock up the center, a very nice looking young blonde girl approached me. She introduced herself as Katie and asked if she could talk to me about a problem she was having. I had noticed her around watching us play basketball the past few weeks. It was hard to miss her because she was very attractive and always seemed to be dressed very nicely in the summer heat. This night she was wearing a short black skirt with a pink tube top. I immediately said yes, locked the door and took her to a conference room set up for interviews and counseling.

Inside we sat down and I asked her what was bothering her. “Father I have a confession to make,” she blurted. “I don’t think this is the place for a confession Katie,” I said, not bothering to explain that I was not a priest, “But we can talk about what you’re having problems with.” She began to tell me about how she and her mother had just moved to town and that she was having trouble making friends. She continued to address me as father, but I did not bother to correct her again. Her situation sounded normal, but then she continued and mentioned that living with so many black people was really causing her problems. I asked her how and she said that she had begun fantasizing about having sex with the black men and boys that she saw in the community. I told her that this was to be expected as she was an extremely good looking young girl and that sexual thoughts would be a normal reaction at her age.

“Yes, but I have also been using this to satisfy my fantasies father,” she blurted out, pulling a thick foot-long black dildo and a large bottle of Astro-Glide out of her purse. She placed the dildo’s suction cup end on the table letting the huge thing sort of sway back and forth grotesquely on the table next to us. “Well that does seem a little extreme,” I said. “But it feels so good inside my pussy,” she explained, “and that’s not all. I also shave my pussy and wear short skirts sometimes without panties to attract attention. Father I feel I should be punished for my bad behavior. Is there anything you can do to help me get over my dirty thoughts?”

Glancing down I noticed her skirt had ridden up and I could see her sheer panties under her skirt. “I could help you, but you have to do as I say and except your punishment,” I began. “Yes father,” she answered. I had her stand up and then I bent her over my knee. “I am going to give you a good hard spanking. That should help rid you of these terrible desires,” I said not believing a word of what I was saying, but anxious to get my hands on her sexy little ass. “Oh, yes father a good hard spanking. That should help,” she chirped as she slid her body across my lap. She reached back and pulled her skirt up saying, “here father slap my buns with your bare hand.” I could see that she was wearing see through panties and as she spread her legs, her asshole and vagina were clearly visible.

I began to swat her asscheeks lightly, but she begged for me to do it harder to “spank those evil thoughts out of me,” as she put it. So I started stroking her ass harder as she began to squirm on my lap grinding her pussy on my knee. It was obvious she was becoming aroused as her panties began to moisten and her moaning and grinding became more frantic. I then began to let my hand linger between her asscheeks as I played with her vagina and asshole between swats. “Yes father, do you feel how naughty I have been?” she asked. I could hardly speak as I used three fingers to push her panties into her now very wet slit.