Tattletale

I was rushing down the hall, almost to class (and only a few minutes late) when I heard my name called.

“Cassandra, stop. We need to have a word.” Father Preston’s voice came from behind me.

Fuck fuck fuck

I slid to a halt and slowly turned around, wincing as I saw Father Preston, Sister Mary and some younger student in the hall. My heart pounding, I made eye contact with Father Preston. His stern demeanor never failed to make me nervous. “Yes, Father?”, I managed to squeak out.

“You’ll be coming with me to my office.” His tone made it clear there was no argument, but I tried anyway. “I-I was just on my way to class…” I said, my voice cracking. His stern look silenced any further dispute, and I began following them as he motioned for me to comply. The girl with them (Amy possibly?) giggled at me, and my heart dropped.

As we entered his office, he closed the door firmly behind us. The heavy wood door sounded like a **** sentence. His office was small yet felt so imposing, with that ancient wooden desk he spanked me on standing sentinel in the center.

“Sit down Miss Cassandra. Now, Amy why don’t you tell us again what you told Sister Mary.” Preston said

I sat down, feeling the cold wood biting into my backside, and the buttplug inside me shift slightly. My heart raced, and my palms began to sweat as I wondered what was going to happen next.

Amy began recounting the story, telling Father Preston about how she had saw me in the bathroom, pleasuring myself anally. Her cheeks blushed a deep shade of pink, but her gaze remained steady.

"It's not what you think, Father!” I interrupted. "I wasn't doing anything wrong…”

Father Preston raised an eyebrow, looking surprised by my boldness. "Miss Cassandra, lying now too? I could expel you for this.”

“No! Please I’m so sorry! I didn’t know what I was doing! Sister Mary she…” Father Preston held up a hand, and I snapped my jaw shut. I waited for the **** toll, but instead of Father Preston, Sister Mary spoke up from behind me.

“I put her in a Chasity belt, as is standard for our girls having trouble controlling themselves. It seems Cassandra here is sorely tempted by the devil of lust. I will make it my mission to ensure she can withstand temptation in the future, Father.”

“See that you do, Sister. And Amy, thank you for helping your sister in Christ free herself from sin. You may go.”

Amy made eye contact with me as she left, and I wanted to throw up, because I could already tell she was going to be running her mouth all day about what she saw. But I had more important things going on, I was currently being lifted out of my seat by my ear.