Spanked in Church Ch. 01

The names, characters, places and events in this story are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations are purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. 1 Timothy 11-12 (KJV).

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"We believe in the old-time religion at this church. Bible teaching is front and center here. Old-fashioned teaching and old-fashioned values. That's what this great country was founded on," Deacon Jedediah Stearns declared, thumping his fist down onto his desk. A pile of paperwork tottered but stayed in place.

Samuel Wolford and Cora Miller looked at the pastor of the new church they were joining. They were living together and due to get married in a few months time. The Deacon was a big, heavyset man of about fifty with tattoos snaking up both muscular arms and a biker's mustache. However, he now wore a pressed white polo shirt and gray slacks instead of club leathers. His only jewelry was a large stainless steel cross on a chain around his neck. He noticed Cora's gaze upon him.

"Yes, ma'am, I used to be an evildoer, one of the worst of all sinners, but now I have been saved. Praise Jesus!" he declaimed, thumping his desk once again and making the papers bounce. "I was in jail and running with the Aryans when the Lord came to me one dark night and turned my life around."

Cora looked away, wanting to avoid his intense, almost hypnotic gaze. They sat in the Deacon's office of his new church. Some years ago, the previous denomination had closed down and the old whitewashed wooden building had stood empty until this new pastor had taken it over and reopened it. Since then, despite its location far out in the backwoods of southern Ohio, it had prospered and numerous new people had joined, including many younger folks, so it wasn't just pensioners who worshiped here.

Deacon Stearn's office was a wood paneled room with one wall lined with books and papers in boxes. It smelled of old paper, wet dog and vaguely of furniture polish. A stack of old hymnals moldered in a corner while a row of white vestments took up another. To Cora's eye, they looked almost like Klan robes but she knew that wasn't the case. His old wooden desk was also covered in paperwork, lit by a green-shaded banker's lamp. Behind him was a framed copy of the constitution. Before his desk, on a nubby brown rug, Sam and Cora sat on two wooden chairs. More chairs were stacked up against the rear wall.

"So you don't allow women to preach here?" Cora asked.

"No, ma'am. That is expressly forbidden by scripture," he said. His voice was gravely from years of cigar smoke and whiskey. "If a wife has questions, then she should wait until she gets home and seek further instruction from her husband."

Cora was about to open her mouth and say more but she was struck by the rapt attention her fiance was giving the Deacon. But all the same, what era was this man living in? Hadn't he ever heard of women's lib and equality?

"Also, in our church, we believe that God has ordained that the man is the rightful head of the household and has the right and duty to instruct and, if necessary, correct and discipline his family."

Cora opened her mouth. "You can't mean that a man can discipline his wife?" She looked over and saw that her fiance was hanging on the pastor's every word.

The Deacon grinned. She didn't like that smile but she couldn't tear her gaze away. "Of course. We read in the Good Book, 'They are commanded to be under obedience, as also saith the law.' That's in 1 Corinthians 14:34, ma'am. Also, it states in 1 Peter 3:1 'Likewise, ye wives, be in subjection to your own husbands'. Thus, as God punishes the world, so a man must punish his wife when she errs. This should be done in a loving way, of course, as God loves the world."

"Punish?" she blurted out.

"When needed, yes. In this church, we believe that corporal punishment is most effective at keeping disobedient wives in their place. A short shock followed by loving tenderness shows a woman that she has been reproved for her behavior but is still loved. It would be very wrong to punish her by withholding affection, for example."

"This cannot be right," Cora said.

She was shocked when Sam leaned forwards and asked, "What sort of corporal punishment do you recommend?"

"Perhaps I should demonstrate? I was going to do this later but if it would help, I will do it now." The pastor stood and opened his office door.

"Libby, could you come here, please," he called out.

A minute later, a plumpish woman in her mid-forties came in. She was of average height with brown hair which Cora thought came from a bottle. She had a round, apple-cheeked face with a trace of lipstick as her only make-up. She wore a blue denim shirt which swelled over her large breasts with rolled-up sleeves and blue K-Mart jeans. Over her jeans was an apron and soap suds clung to her arms.

"You called, Jed?" she asked. She smiled lovingly at her partner.

"Yes, I was just explaining to Samuel and Cora here about our church's policy on the man being the head of his household with the right to discipline his family."

She turned to face the couple. "That's right. The man is truly in charge and it is good to let him make the decisions. It's so much better that way."

The Deacon nodded. "It is as God wills. Now, did you take my car to the service station like I asked?"

Libby flushed. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I was gonna make that call but it slipped my mind. I'll do that first thing tomorrow."

"I've spoken to you before about this. Now I will have to punish you for this lapse."

Libby flushed even more deeply. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be ready for when you get home."

"No," Deacon Stearns said sternly. "I am going to take you to task now so that Mr. Wolford will see how to correctly discipline his future wife."

His wife's flush faded and she paled. "No, please no," she pleaded.

Ignoring his wife, the Deacon closed the door behind her, making the office a cosy and intimate setting. He took one of the wooden chairs from the back wall and placed it on the center of the rug and sat down. It stood there, heavy and solid.

"Come here," he commanded.

Libby shook her head but slowly approached, casting glances at the young couple as she did so.

"You're not really going to beat her?" Cora said.

Libby turned to face her. "It's a vital part in any loving relationship. It is good for a woman to submit to her husband in all things."

Cora couldn't believe she was hearing this but there was a part of her, deep down, long suppressed, that wanted to see what would happen. And if Sam had it in him to control her. She'd like to see him try, she thought. Her mind was drawn back to the scene before her when Deacon Stearns next spoke.

"Take off your jeans and panties and bend over my lap," he commanded.

Reluctantly, Libby stooped and unlaced her sneakers then stood and unsnapped the button on her jeans. Slowly, she slid them down her legs, revealing some cellulite dimples on her upper thighs and then the swell of her strong calves. She pulled the jeans off and dropped them onto the rug. The tails of her denim shirt covered her ass and privates.

"Take off your panties. Don't make me tell you again."

"Please, not in front of..."

"They are going to witness how a man properly corrects his wife's errors."

Slowly, she reached up under her skirt and tugged down a pair of plain white briefs. She stood, holding the tails of her shirt over her nether regions.

"Now bend over," he growled.

Libby bent over her husband's lap and, despite her wriggles, he lifted up her shirt to her breasts, fully exposing her fleshy buttocks and the deep crack of her ass to their view. With his left arm, he held her down by the waist while he wrapped his right leg around her ankles. Below the crack they could just make out her fleshy vaginal lips and dark pubic hair.

"It is so important to make sure that she is secure before you begin," he told the couple. "Now, sometimes I tell Libby how many swats she will receive and sometimes I leave her in doubt but knowing that she must submit herself to however many I think are needed. In this case, she will receive twelve."

"You can't be serious," Cora exclaimed but despite her outrage, deep down, she wondered what it would be like to submit herself completely to Sam. She squirmed slightly in her seat and was aware that her nipples were tingling.

Deacon Stearns lifted his hand and brought it down hard upon his wife's pale bottom. The slap echoed around the room. She grunted but made no other sound. They saw a handprint redden her flesh. A second time he brought his hand down across her other cheek and again the poor woman stifled a grunt and again another red handprint appeared.

The Deacon rubbed his wife's bottom for a moment before bringing his hand down twice more in rapid succession. Slap! Slap! And her flesh rippled and her bottom reddened again. He paused a moment before bringing it down twice, using all the strength in his work-calloused hand. Slap! Slap! The sound echoed like pistol shots in the room. This time, Libby cried out with pain. They saw her try to wriggle free but she was held secure within Deacon Stearns' loving grip. Now her bottom was a colorful crimson.

"Halfway through, my love," he told his wife.

Sam and Cora leaned forwards and it seemed to both of them that the woman's labia were a deeper red and puffier than earlier. They stood out against her dark pubic hair. Deacon Stearns drew back his hand and dealt his spouse a very hard smack. She cried out with shock but she was still held firm. Another two hard strokes descended on her lower buttocks near where her ass met her chubby thighs. Slap! Slap!

"Ow, please no more," she said but her husband turned deaf ears to her entreaty.

"As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. That's Revelation 3:19. The last three will be harder," he informed the room.

SLAP! SLAP! Darker red imprints left their mark on each of her pale, slightly dimpled cheeks. Libby struggled further but he was immovable.

"One last," he told her.

SMACK! He hit her on both cheeks right over her asshole area and just for an instant, Sam caught a glimpse of the woman's puckered anus as her buttocks tensed and loosened.

"Well done," Deacon Stearns told his wife as he helped her to stand. There were tears running down her face but Cora was surprised that the woman still had a loving smile on her lips. Then, Libby climbed up onto her husband's lap and nestled into him. Deacon Stearns put his arms around her and enfolded her.

"I love you," he murmured and they kissed on the lips.

Deacon Stearns stood and returned to his place behind the desk and Libby stood next to him, pulling down the hem of her shirt but she made no move to pick up her discarded panties and jeans.

"Now you've seen how to discipline your partner when needed, perhaps you should give it a try, Samuel," the Deacon said while Libby nodded assent.

Sam stood and took Cora's arm and led her over to the chair in the middle of the room. Before she knew what was happening she followed, dazed by what was happening. He sat down and patted his lap looking up at Cora. He liked what he saw. She was taller than Libby with blond hair tied back in a neat ponytail. She had beautiful blue eyes the color of a pool at noon and a straight nose above pink lips. Further down, a floral print sundress in size 8 concealed a trim, athletic body with pert breasts. Below her dress, he saw her calves and feet encased in strappy sandals.

"Bend over, Cora," Sam said gently.

"What, no fucking way," she snapped.

Before she could break away, she found herself dragged down and draped over his lap. Her bottom and legs faced towards the desk and the Stearns. His left arm pinioned her waist while his right wrestled up the hem of her dress up and over her thighs and bottom until the material was held by his left arm. Her legs kicked as she struggled and the cooler air on her bum reminded her that she was only wearing a tiny thong beneath her skirt. She stopped struggling against Sam's greater strength, aware that she might be showing too much.

"Although a thong provides no protection, you should remove her panties. Corporal punishment should be administered to the bare bottom only," Deacon Stearns advised. So there was to be no mercy. Sam's hand slipped under the waistband of her thong and he began tugging it down, over the swell of her cheeks and down her thighs. She clenched her legs together but she could only delay the process.

Once uncovered, Sam spoke. "I was only going to give you three gentle swats but for swearing in church, I shall give you six hard smacks. If you swear again, next time I shall also wash out your mouth with soap."

Both Deacon Stearns and Libby nodded their approval. Sam raised his hand and smacked Cora right across the middle of her ass. Unlike Libby, she was unused to receiving corporal punishment and she yelped. Another and another landed on her ass, making even her firm buttocks jiggle and her pale skin turned a light scarlet. Cora clenched her cheeks together and Sam waited until she had relaxed a little before giving her a fourth. She cried out with mixed shock and pain, her call echoing around the room an instant after the sound of the slap. Sam drew back his hand and swung down hard, a little lower, and hitting where her ass joined her upper thighs. Cora jerked forwards in his arm and screamed.

"Last one," Sam informed her. He intended to make this count.

With that, he drew back his hand and brought it down in a whip crack of sound onto the reddened area at the center of her ass. Now there was no holding back for Cora and she burst into tears, her mind in a state of confusion as conflicting emotions competed within. She lay limply over his lap and wept. Sam leaned forwards and looked down at her tanned bottom and lower, to where he could just make out her neatly shaved pink vulva, less fleshy than Libby's but so sexy. He rested his hand on that intimate mound for a moment and was surprised at how hot and how moist it now was.

Eventually, Sam helped her up and then, like the pastor had done earlier, sat her down onto his lap. She tried pulling her sundress back down to cover herself but he did not permit that so she sat, bare assed, on his lap showing her long legs. She wriggled for a moment trying to get more comfortable and then snuggled down into his protective arms. Sam leaned forwards and kissed her on the lips, then with his fingertip wiped away her tears. She smiled up at him as a warm glow spread from her ass to her vagina and up to her heart.

"Well done, Samuel," Deacon Stearns said. "And well done, Cora. It isn't always easy the first time. But you will both find that boundaries are needed in any loving relationship and that men and women have their respective places."

As he spoke, the two women looked at each other from their partners' laps and they smiled. They all sat in silence for a few minutes to give the women time to recover until the Deacon suggested that they go and make coffee as the men needed to talk. The two women went out into the kitchen to fix their drinks and, as they did so, Cora knew that in future she would have to start learning her place and be fully obedient to her fiance. She was so glad that he was a good man who would lovingly guide her through all of life's pitfalls.

Author's Note:

All Bible quotations are taken from the King James Version. If this seems unrealistic, I started writing this not long after watching a documentary about the terrible 1978 Jonestown People's Temple mass murder / suicide which stuck in my mind as it shows how a charismatic leader can persuade people to do almost anything. I am not comparing this story with those terrible events as this is merely a work of fiction. However, there have been very many men who have used religion as a cloak to cover their wicked activities.