Sunlight streamed in through the stained-glass windows, painting a vibrant array of colors on the gleaming wooden pews. Fourteen-year-old Sammie, with her wide and curious eyes, sat beside her mother, tucking her knees under her while fidgeting in the uncomfortable skirt. The organ produced a solemn melody, and the congregation joined in, their voices resonating against the lofty ceiling. After the final note of the hymn faded, Father James walked up to the podium. His soft brown eyes scanned the congregation before focusing on Sammie. He cleared his throat and said, ‘If anyone has questions about this week’s sermon or requires guidance, please remain for a short discussion.’ Sammie’s mother, a devoted woman with a constant smile, held her hand tightly. “You go ahead, my dear. I gotta have a word with Mrs. Jenkins.” She gestured to an older lady in a flowery hat, who was on her way over. “I won’t be long.” Sammie watched as her mom disappeared into the crowd. Father James advanced with a friendly smile, but he held his gaze on her bare legs just a touch longer than appropriate. “Your mother mentioned that you had some inquiries regarding the Bible, Sammie?” Sammie replied, “Yes, Father,” she whispered, attempting to suppress the fluttering in her stomach. Father James’ smile grew wider. “Wonderful,” he said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go to my office. It’ll be quieter there, and we can talk in private.”

Sammie walked behind him down the aisle to the priest’s office, a dimly lit space located at the back of the church. Dusty books filled the shelves that lined the walls, and a lone candle flickered on the desk. The thick oak door groaned as it closed behind them, enveloping them in a stifling silence. Father James gestured for her to sit in the chair opposite his desk, his eyes never leaving her. “Now, Sammie, what’s been troubling you?” Sammie took a deep breath. With a blush on her cheeks, she said, ‘I’ve been overhearing conversations about sex at school.’ “I don’t understand it all, and I wanted to ask you...” she trailed off, feeling shy. Father James leaned forward, his eyes intense. “You can ask me anything, Sammie. I’m here to help.” He paused, his gaze drifting to her legs, which she hadn’t realized had parted as she sat. “You know, the body is a sacred vessel,” he declared softly. “A gift from God that we must cherish and protect.” Sammie nodded, her heart racing as she felt his hand on her knee. “But it’s also a source of temptation,” he continued, his voice taking on a serious tone. “Are you familiar with the concept of temptation?” She responded by shaking her head, and he tightened his hold, his thumb moving in slow circles on her skin. “It’s when we’re drawn to do things that aren’t pure or holy,” he added. “Things that could lead us astray. Things that can be confusing, especially for a young girl like you.” The room seemed to shrink around her as his hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. Sammie’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out. His touch was warm, and she felt a strange feeling blossom in her belly. “Sometimes, Sammie,” he whispered, “We must face these temptations to understand them. To conquer them.”

She gave a barely noticeable nod, yet he interpreted it as the confirmation he sought. “Let me show you what I mean.” His grip reached the apex of her thighs, and she felt the pressure of his fingers against the soft fabric of her panties. A soft whimper came from her mouth as she shifted in the chair, attempting to put space between them. But Father James was insistent. He leaned in further. “Don’t be afraid, Sammie. This is how we understand the sacredness of our bodies.” He used his other hand to play with the buttons of her blouse. “We must purify ourselves,” he murmured, his eyes darkening. “And every so often, that means experiencing the very things we fear.” Father James lifted her onto the desk, the wood cold against her skin. With her eyes firmly shut, she felt him tugging at her panties, leaving her most sensitive area exposed to the cool breeze. “Shh, Sammie,” he soothed, his voice a mix of kindness and authority. “This is meant to benefit you.” His hand glided between her legs, and she recoiled at the feel of his fingers on her delicate flesh, parting her folds.

With a sudden movement of his finger inside her, Sammie’s eyes opened wide and she let out a gasp. He whispered soothingly, running his other hand along her cheek. “You’re such a good girl for allowing me to do this.” He located her clit with his thumb, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan. The sensation was alien, a spark of something she didn’t understand. He delved deeper, and she sensed a stretching feeling, an increasing pressure inside her that made her writhe. “Father, it hurts,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. His grip on her thigh tightened. “Sometimes, pain plays a role in purification, Sammie,” he remarked, his voice heavy with an unfamiliar desire. “But it will pass. Just trust me.” The pain grew, and she bit down hard on her lip, And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain transformed into something else entirely. A feeling enveloped her like a gentle wave, causing her body to tremble and her breath to hitch in her throat. Father James’ eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched her reaction. He whispered, ‘Good girl,’ while adding another finger and applying more pressure. “You’re doing so well.” His voice was soothing, but his touch grew rougher, his movements more demanding.

Sammie’s body moved on its own, her hips swaying a bit as she tried to push away the intrusion while also craving more of that confusing pleasure building up. “Father,” she whimpered, not knowing what she was asking for. “You’re doing God’s work, Sammie,” he whispered, his thumb circling her clit in a way that made her toes curl. She could feel herself clenching around his fingers, and a soft gasp slipped out as he added a third finger. “Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. Sammie’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she nodded, unable to lie. His smile grew, and he leaned in, his mouth close to her ear. “That’s it,” he crooned. “Give in to it. Let God’s love fill you.” Without warning, her body arched, and she let out a small, strangled cry as the sensation overwhelmed her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She collapsed back onto the desk, panting and trembling, as Father James withdrew his hand, his eyes gleaming with something she didn’t want to recognize. He leaned back in his chair, his breathing ragged. “See, Sammie?” he said, his voice thick with desire. “You’re not so innocent after all.” He stood and moved around the desk, his robes brushing against her legs as he approached. She could see the outline of his erection pressing against the fabric of his trousers.