Spanked in Church Ch. 05

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Spanked in Church Ch. 05

Both John Leandro and Laura Schulten knew that the worst thing any agent could do while working undercover was to move too quickly as that is a red flag that raises suspicions in the intended target. Take it slowly, give yourself time to bed yourself in and become part of the landscape. So, rather than rushing, instead they made themselves known around the small town of West Union. Their neighbors seemed like good people and the nearby housewives brought round casseroles and lasagna and home made pies to welcome them to the neighborhood. And to satisfy their own curiosity about the new couple and whether they were the right sort. Laura wasn't sure but she thought she had seen one couple at the Deacon Stearns' Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke.

Laura made herself known as an artist by taking a number of sketches and joining the local library as well as checking in with the Goodwill to see if they could use another volunteer. She drove out on Wednesday and Thursday and parked halfway up a woods road and watched to see if there were any unusual visitors at the church. Meanwhile John tried to make his Economou Discount more profitable and stop it bleeding losses out the back door by staff thefts. His assembled team of slack-jawed losers gawked apathetically at him when he tried to instill some pride in their workplace during his first meeting with them. At the end, when he asked if there were any questions, he was met with a loud pop as Prezlea-Lynn snapped her gum. Early days, he told himself.

After his shift, he drove home to be greeted by a cooked meal. Laura was a decent cook and to maintain their personas she wanted to play the part of a devoted housewife.

"But don't get too used to it," she warned. "We're not really married, you hear me?"

That Sunday, they went early to the Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke. The southern Ohio countryside was beautiful with its rolling cornfields, red painted barns and neat farmhouses. It seemed a haven of traditional American values that had been lost elsewhere.

"Sure beats Philly, don't it?" John commented as he drove along with his elbow catching the morning sunshine out of the car window.

"Yes, it's beautiful around here," Laura admitted, "But we're only here to gather evidence."

Again, the parking lot was almost full when they arrived and they were greeted at the door by an older couple in their seventies. And again, they found a place near the front where they could better observe what was happening.

They sang, they listened as Deacon Stearns warned about the devastation of Jerusalem by the Babylonians and how the nest of vipers who were the venal politicians in DC were leading this great nation to its own destruction. But towards the end came the part that they were both waiting for. Leandro with some controlled excitement while Laura felt some anger within her as well.

"We cometh now to the part when God's holy people -- that's y'all -- witness punishment of a sinner. Is there any man who needs to administer a needed chastisement of a wrongdoer?" Deacon Stearns thundered.

Once more, several men's hands were raised. The pastor paused for a moment then pointed towards the back.

"Brother Langwiser. Is it thy daughter, Loretta, who needeth correcting again?"

All eyes turned to a beefy middle-aged man in a blue check shirt and pressed jeans. He wiped his brow. Leandro had seen him in the Economou Discount and thought he worked as a mechanic for a dealership.

"Unfortunately, yes, brethren. I've spoken to her about her laziness as she's never on time for college and her tutor tells me she never hands in her assignments on time. I'm worried she's gonna flunk college and then where will she end up?"

"Daddy, no!" the girl next to him protested. "I'll set my alarm and get up extra early and I'll even help out with the chores. Please don't spank me in front of everyone. Please..."

Mr. Langwiser made to sit down and it seemed that he was about to give in to his daughter's request until Deacon Stearns spoke up from the front of the church.

"Sloth is one of the seven deadly sins, Brother Langwiser. Do you want to doom your daughter's soul to an eternity in the fires of hell?"

Mr. Langwiser shook his head. "No, of course not."

"She needeth to learn the virtue of diligence in order to attain heavenly glory," Deacon Stearns said. "Praise the Lord!"

The congregation responded with a loud Amen.

With that, Mr. Langwiser pulled himself together, took hold of his daughter's arm by the elbow and led her up to the front. She did not struggle or protest and Laura thought the poor girl looked like a lamb being led to slaughter.

Leandro looked as they walked up the aisle. Loretta was a pretty girl of eighteen or nineteen of slim build with long, straightened hair dyed blond. She wore a cream colored T-shirt over dark jeggings, he thought they were called, and a pair of sandals which showed off her pink toenails. She had a pretty face with hazel eyes, a slightly long nose and pink lipstick on her full lips. Her eyes looked wildly around the church but nobody was going to help a sinner like her.

They reached the front and Mr. Langwiser sat in that heavy oak chair.

"Take off your pants and panties and bend over," her father said. He tried to sound stern and unyielding but Leandro thought that the man would rather be anywhere else than here now that the full realization of what he was going to do hit home.

The girl must have witnessed previous spankings and knew that she would not change her father's mind. She kicked off her sandals and pushed down her jeggings and cotton panties together with her right hand while trying to keep her privates covered with her left. Loretta stared wide-eyed at the congregation but all she saw was their eyes eagerly awaiting her punishment. Her father patted his lap and guided his teenaged daughter down over it. Her rear was presented to perfection. It was rounded, firm and tightly clenched. She shuddered and both John and Laura heard a soft sob coming from the girl but she kept her legs tight together so nobody could see the cleft of her snatch.

Mr. Langwiser grasped his daughter around her slender waist and patted his daughter's pert bottom. She recoiled from his touch and gave a little squeak of fear thinking that her spanking had begun.

SLAP! One strike to her bottom. The sound echoed around the church followed by a sigh from the watchers.

"Ow!" Loretta cried out.

SLAP! Another single stroke landed.

"Ow! No," Loretta sobbed.

Leandro saw the imprint of two red handprints appearing on her white cheeks.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Three strokes in quick succession landed. Now Loretta started to squirm and writhe against her father's arm. A squeal broke through her clenched lips as she gave voice to the pain coming from her bottom.

Mr. Langwiser paused momentarily wondering whether he had punished his daughter enough. However, Deacon Stearns stepped towards him.

"Remember the burning fires of hell awaiteth thy daughter," he warned the father.

That seemed to fire up Mr. Langwiser's resolve.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He brought his hand down hard and fast across her buttocks, switching from right cheek to left and back again. Loretta cried out and squealed. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Still more blows across her now reddened and sore bottom. She forgot all about keeping her legs tightly clenched together to preserve her modesty and now her legs were kicking violently. Having only a small, firm ass the delights of her sex were now revealed and Leandro even had a good view of her puckered, brown anus within the cleft of her ass. She had a nice, neat pussy with tightly fitting labia majora that hid her inner folds and sweet vagina within. He knew the girl would be so mortified to know that her most secret places were fully on view to men.

However, that wasn't Loretta's top concern right now. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! More spanks landed across her buttocks, left and right and lower down across her sit-spot. The poor girl wasn't holding back and her inarticulate cries and sobs reverberated around the church. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Her ass was a bright scarlet with all the handprints merged into one. Mr. Langwiser was into the rhythm now and was evidently determined to beat the sin of sloth at least temporarily from out of his daughter.

The spanking continued until his daughter's cries were too much for him when with a final few strokes of his hand, the spanking finished. He helped Loretta to stand and immediately she hopped about from foot to foot, all propriety forgotten, rubbing her bruised bottom and dancing about revealing the tufts of light brown hair at the front of her sweet slit to the watching churchgoers. Her smaller boobs bounced delightfully as she did so until her father took her arm and led her away to the side of the church where he pushed her face to the wall. He raised her T-shirt and tucked the back into her bra strap so that her inflamed raw bottom and lower back remained on show.

"Stay there and keep quiet and think about what's happened and stop being so lazy," Mr. Langwiser told her.

Apart from a few quiet sobs subsiding down to teary sniffles, Loretta did so.

The service continued with a couple more worship songs and the final blessing. When they left, Deacon Stearns greeted them by the door and shook their hands.

"It's good to see you people again. I hope to see you next week," he said with a smile.

"We'll be there," John assured him. "Looking forward to it."

"I hope you are maintaining domestic discipline. It is so essential to set boundaries and live in a God-fearing house," the minister said.

"Yes, I totally agree," John said while Laura glared at the two men.

***

The week stretched ahead. Using her sketching pad as cover, Laura kept a discreet watch on the country church until she was convinced that something was going on. A number of trucks and panel vans pulled up and men took boxes and packages inside before leaving. However, the church also supplied a thrift store and food bank and these may just have been contributions to them. There were so many people coming and going. Many of them looked like ordinary local people and she saw many women carrying out boxes of groceries while others donated or claimed surplus clothing. But there were a few who didn't seem to fit the profile.

Meanwhile Leandro had the germ of an idea but didn't want to tell his partner just yet as he knew Laura was increasingly unhappy about this assignment. Pretending to have a medical appointment, he left the Economou Discount store earlier than usual. However, he drove down the block and turned in behind an abandoned store. He doubled back on foot and crouched behind a wilted cement planter covered in graffiti which gave him an unobstructed view of the back of the Economou Discount.

He didn't have long to wait. Several minutes before her official finishing time, Prezlea-Lynn and one of her do-nothing friends came out of the back door. Both were carrying out boxes of candy and cartons of cola topped off with lighters. The two young women went direct to Prezlea-Lynn's beat-up Ford and loaded them in. Prezlea-Lynn then returned to the store and came out with a load of disposable BBQ trays. As he snapped off many pictures, he doubted that they had paid for any of that. Prezlea-Lynn glanced around, got into her car and drove off in a plume of blue smoke.

John Leandro smiled. It was not a kind smile. He returned back to the store and checked the till roll. As he suspected, no purchases had been recorded. In his office, he looked up Prezlea-Lynn's address. He was not surprised to find that she lived at the Whitetail Mobile Home Park a few miles east of West Union. Her next of kin was listed as her father. On the way to the trailer park, he stopped at a filling station and picked up a case of beer, a fifth of cut-price whiskey and a carton of smokes.

When he got there, he saw Prezlea-Lynn's junker parked outside a double-wide. He raised his eyebrows in some surprise and reminded himself that he shouldn't have fallen into the trap of making assumptions based on his prejudices. The mobile home wasn't some rusting, beat up trailer from a couple of decades or more ago with a Confederate flag flying outside and piles of discarded trash and rusting cans littering the yard outside. No savage junkyard dog greeted him with barks and snarls. Instead, the trailer was fairly new with the stars and stripes flying proudly and not the stars and bars. Out front was a neat little garden with florid begonias lining a short footpath, sweet peas growing up the side of the trailer itself and giving off their sugary scent. A ginger tabby was curled up on a cement step and it stretched and yawned before ambling off as Leandro approached.

Leandro knocked.

"Get that will you, Prezlea-Lynn," a man's voice rasped.

The door opened and Prezlea-Lynn looked down at him.

"Mr. Leandro? What are you doing here?" she said suspiciously.

"I've come to have a word with your father. Can I come in?" Leandro asked.

"Don't leave him out there; bring him in," the voice within called.

Prezlea-Lynn moved aside and Leandro stepped inside. The trailer was neat and clean and smelled of air freshener but with an unpleasant, medicinal undertone. When Leandro's eyes adjusted to the dim light inside, he saw a painfully thin man in a green check shirt sitting on the trailer's couch. A second look showed he had oxygen tubes leading to his nostrils. The man raised his hand in greeting but dropped it almost immediately.

"I won't get up. But can Prezlea-Lynn fetch you anything?" her father, Mr. Jenkinson, said.

"He can get it himself if he wants anything," his daughter said as she crossed her arms across her ample breasts.

Leandro turned to look at the young woman who was standing by the kitchen area eating a candy bar. She was about twice the size of her father and already running to fat despite being aged only twenty. She stood five six and must be pushing one ninety pounds. She had changed into a loose gray sweatshirt and pants which did nothing for her. Her breasts swelled the front like two cantaloupes stuffed up there. Looking up from her chest, she had a round face, with heavy makeup around her eyes and lips. Her sultry brown eyes, which resembled the King's in his Vegas days, glared at him.

"We welcome guests in my home, Prezlea-Lynn," her father reminded her. "That's how we were raised." Underneath his harsh rasp, the man had a Southern accent. "How can I help, Mr. Leandro?"

"I'm sorry I have to visit like this, sir, but unfortunately your daughter has taken stuff from the store that doesn't belong to her."

Mr. Jenkinson sighed. "I'm so sorry, sir. I've told her a thousand times not to steal but she takes no notice of me and, unfortunately, there's nothing I can do in my condition."

"Why, what happened?" Leandro found himself asking.

Mr. Jenkinson sighed. "Industrial accident. I was working in a plant in Cincinnati when there was a chemical explosion and the protective equipment didn't work. The fumes damaged my lungs before I was dragged to safety. Fortunately I had a good lawyer and, well, the settlement gives me more than enough to get by as I'll never work again."

"I'm sorry."

"It's God's will. I survived although I can't really call it living. But several of my friends died that day so I guess I'm lucky. But the hardest thing is that I can't do anything with Prezlea-Lynn and she's just going off the rails and is heading straight to hell. I worry so much about her and I pray that somebody would set her on the straight and narrow again. What's she taken this time?"

"Oh, Dad. Not all that God rubbish again," his daughter grumbled. "And I ain't taken nothing."

Leandro shook his head and itemized all the things that had been taken. "If you don't want to go to jail, you'll take them back."

"You told me you'd bought them. That you used your staff discount. Didn't you listen to anything I've tried to teach you?" Mr. Jenkinson said sadly. His head slowly turned to Leandro. "I am so sorry and I'll pay for anything she took, sir. But please don't call in the police. She's on thin ice with them as it is and I'd hate to see her go to County."

"That's alright, sir, but I'm more worried about your daughter than anything else. In return for not pressing charges, I want to straighten her out. If I could have a word in private...?"

Mr. Jenkinson's wasted face lit up. "I wish you would as I can no longer discipline her." He faced his daughter. "Prezlea-Lynn, you'll take all that stuff back to the store while Mr. Leandro and I sort things out."

Prezlea-Lynn scowled but went to her room and came out with the disposable BBQ trays and made a second journey to take the cokes and candy to her car. Once he heard the car start up and its tires crunching over the graveled road, Leandro spoke to Mr. Jenkinson who needed little persuading.

"Thank you, Mr. Leandro. As you can see, in my condition I'm unable to give my daughter the ass-whupping she requires. I'll make sure she's there on time. She could be a really good girl if somebody could straighten her out. She takes too much after her mom."

Mr. Jenkinson smiled as he thought back. "Her mom was great but too much of a good-time gal. Liked the honky-tonks and late night bars and the music. That's where we met -- you should've seen me before this accident. I was a bit of a roughneck back then. We didn't plan on having a baby at that time but Prezlea-Lynn came along -- it was her mom who named her. I would've gone for Annette after my mom. But our marriage was based on sand not rock and after my accident and my wife left I just couldn't bring up my daughter properly."

Leandro thanked the man and they shook hands. He stepped out of the mobile home into bright sunshine and thought about the man and how different the reality was from his expectations. He'd have to drink the beer and whiskey himself but the smokes would remain unsmoked.

For the rest of the week, he tried to keep his mind on his supposed job as Economou Discount's dedicated manager. Also, he tried to think of other ways of getting close to Deacon Jedediah Stearns without being obvious about it. And despite racking his brain, he couldn't think of any other way. But there was a large part of him that was taken up with what he was hopefully going to do this Sunday. It would certainly move things along with Stearns but he was also looking forward to it. He wondered about mentioning it to Laura but decided against it. If things did go wrong then she would have plausible deniability at least.