Spaned in Church

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Spanked in Church Ch. 10.

The evening was made for doing nothing so that's what they were doing. John Leandro was sitting with his eyes closed and his feet up on the porch railing. In his hand was an ice-cold beer. Drifting through his mind were the spankings he'd given young Prezlea-Lynn a few days before and then how she'd let him -- even encouraged him -- to take her roughly from behind. As he reminisced, he felt his cock grow larger and stiffer and he idly wondered what it would be like to take his supposed wife, Laura, that way. How good a fuck would she be? He guessed that he'd never find out but he had the very ample charms of Prezlea-Lynn herself to enjoy.

Next to him on the old wooden porch sat his supposed wife, Laura Schulten, herself. She closed her fashion magazine and lay it down on a little side table. Like John, she was an undercover ATF agent who was meant to get close to a very strange pastor and gather intel on his probable gunrunning activities so they could close him down. But it seemed that without submitting herself to a very public and humiliating spanking in Deacon Jedediah Stearns's church they would have no chance of getting close enough as the Deacon only trusted those men who fully committed themselves to his teachings. There was no way that she was going to endure that. She was a modern, liberal, independent woman and she could never debase herself that way like some of the women in the Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke. There had to be some other way of getting the information needed and submitting it to the ATF's Philadelphia office. She shifted in her seat and became aware that there was a slight tingling between her legs at the thought of having to actually subject herself to being spanked by a strong man's firm hand. She tried to push that foolish thought out of her mind.

"John, have you got a minute?" asked Laura.

He swung his feet down from the railing and looked over at her, putting thoughts of Prezlea-Lynn's well-tanned ass away.

"Sure," he said.

Leandro took in the scene. Beyond their small front yard was their suburban street off Boyd Avenue in the small town of West Union deep in southern Ohio. It was a pleasant place seemingly little touched by the troubles of the modern world. There was the back and fro whirring of a lawnmower, a group of small children were playing their version of tag combined with a ball; two women were standing and chatting a few doors down. Further away was the muted background roar of the freeway. Above, skies darkening to indigo in the east showed night was drawing in. The air smelled clean with a hint of pine from a nearby stand.

"I really don't want to be spanked in public. Surely there's some other way we can nail this guy?"

"I don't know. It seems that is how his followers show their loyalty and devotion to him."

"Well, we'll have to come up with something else soon," Laura said.

"It will have to be quick." Taking another swallow of his coke, Leandro turned to his colleague. "Listen, I respect your feelings but consider this, Laura. We both know that gun violence is devastating America's inner cities and most of those guns are obtained illegally. And think what the narcotraficantes are doing in Mexico and Central America. We've seen the photos and videos of what the cartels do and that they kill thousands of people down there. Let alone torturing women. And they mostly do it with guns smuggled down from the states by people like Deacon Stearns."

Leandro paused for breath. He was passionate on the subject and that was why he'd joined ATF in the first place.

"And you won't even take a little hand spanking to try and reduce the flow of weapons? Really? Are you that sensitive? You regard your feelings as being worth more than preventing other women getting raped, tortured and killed? And, don't forget, once this assignment is over we'll probably never see each other again except occasionally at conferences, maybe. I know you intend to go to the head office in DC while I want to be based on the border as that's where the real work is. You'll never ever see West Union again. And Stearns will be in a cell in a Supermax for the rest of his life."

Laura paused for thought. She knew John Leandro was making good points but it wasn't him who would be bent over, bare-assed, her privates on display, getting spanked in public. It would be her. She was about to speak when a Chevy truck pulled up outside their home and a young couple got out the cab. They looked about the street for a moment before spotting Laura and John sitting in the evening shade on their porch. The couple waved and walked up the cement path. John and Laura recognized them from church services.

The man was reasonably tall standing just under six foot. He had a square jaw line covered with designer stubble and a long nose. He wore a green plaid shirt and clean blue jeans. The woman with him had long blond hair tied in a loose ponytail. She had beautiful bright blue eyes above a straight nose and full lips. Her floral print sundress hinted at a trim, athletic body with firm breasts. John glanced over from the approaching couple to Laura. He took in Laura's beauty from her light brown hair with auburn tints to her clear gray eyes and lips now pursed in puzzlement. Glancing down he thought that Laura's boobs were definitely larger than this woman's, although he'd never seen them in the flesh.

By now the couple stood at the bottom of the few steps leading up to the porch.

"Hi, I'm Sam Wolford and this is my fiance, Cora Miller," the man said. He had a local accent and a friendly smile. "We brought these and thought we'd stop by. If we're not disturbing you?"

He held up a six-pack while Cora showed some home made cookies.

"You're very welcome," Leandro told them. "C'mon up."

He fetched out a couple more chairs while Laura brought out some glasses and plates. Sam cracked a few beers and handed them over. They talked about the weather, their jobs, and the chances of the Cincinnati Bengals for the upcoming season as well as the local high school team.

"You've been coming to our church the last few weeks," Sam said at last. "And you gave that Prezlea-Lynn a dam' good whuppin Sunday. It was noticed by the Deacon and those who count."

"She needed it. She's so slow at the till," Cora chipped in. "Like she doesn't want to be bothered."

"That's all changing. She's getting herself a new attitude," Leandro said with a grin.

"Do you run a tight ship at home, too? That Laura here knows who the head of the household is?" Sam asked.

"What! If you mean does he beat me, then no! We're equals here," Laura said with a touch of anger in her voice.

Cora looked over and took another bite of her cookie without saying anything. She dropped her eyes to her lap.

"We were like that once but Deacon Stearns showed us the error of our ways," Sam said. "You're living by man's rules but we live by God's. We read, '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.' That's 1 Timothy 11-12, I think."

Laura thought for a moment to recall the quote. "There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus. Now that's Galatians 3 verse 28," she said and sat back triumphantly.

Sam leaned forwards towards his hosts. "Yet we read in 1 Corinthians chapter 11 verses 9 and 10: 'For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman; but the woman for the man.'"

There was the fire of zealotry in Sam's eyes while his fiance's eyes looked at him adoringly. Laura knew that there was nothing she could do or say to change his opinions; that would take skilled people used to deprogramming cult members. Also, she recalled that she wasn't here to change minds; they were here to get close to Deacon Stearns and gather enough evidence to put him away for a very long time. All the same, she shivered at the thought of the hold this strange ex-biker turned pastor had over his flock.

"It's gotten chilly out now," Leandro said. "Shall we go inside and finish the rest of those beers?"

They headed into the lounge and sat.

"I think you're half way there, friend," Sam said to Leandro. "But a household can only prosper when there is one head. Like a boat only needs one hand on the tiller to steer it."

Laura watched Cora nod in agreement. How brainwashed was this young woman?

"That's so right. It is far better when only one is in charge and God has appointed a man to that role," Cora said. "It's not like Sam beats me, I wouldn't put up with that. Only sometimes he needs to show me the error of my ways and a quick spanking is the best way for me. I wouldn't have said that before we joined the Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke but it has strengthened our relationship."

Sam smiled at his fiance. "And I love Cora so much. She's the best companion I could ever imagine." His smile turned to a frown. "I think a little demonstration is called for so you can see how loving discipline is applied."

Cora looked at her fiance and her jaw dropped. "But I've been so good recently! What have I done wrong?"

"Deacon Stearns told me that Exodus 23 verse 13 says, 'And make no mention of the name of other gods, neither let it be heard out of thy mouth.' And you said the name of a false god yesterday evening."

Cora thought for a moment. "Oh yeah, Osiris? But that was only the answer to a crossword clue I was stuck on."

Sam gasped with outrage. "You said that vile name again. Now I must punish you in front of these good people. They don't want to listen to the blasphemies coming from your mouth. You know what to do; take off your panties, lift up your dress and bend over."

Leandro and Laura watched as the pretty young woman stood and slid her white briefs down her long, slim legs and wriggled her sandal clad feet out of them. She took a few halting steps over to her fiance. She cast a look over to her hosts before lowering herself over her fiance's knee and taking up position. Her palms rested on the wooden flooring of the lounge while her toes did likewise. She looked down and her hair covered her face giving her some illusion of privacy. However, by slightly shifting position, Leandro had a good view of her ass and lovely pale legs. At the moment, Cora was keeping her thighs tightly pressed together so he couldn't actually see her pussy. Leandro crossed his legs, giving his swelling cock a bit of room, hoping it wasn't obvious beneath his loose cargo pants. He glanced over at Laura. She had witnessed several spankings in church but was obviously uncomfortable with the male domination of females that Deacon Stearns advocated with his selected Bible quotes. However, in the setting of her living room with just the four of them present, she seemed to be watching more closely.

Samuel patted Cora's lovely svelte bottom giving her a hint of what was about to happen. Her cheeks opened for a second in anticipation before she closed them again. Then Samuel slapped her left cheek quickly followed by her right. Ouch! She cried out. A second time he slapped her bottom. SLAP! SLAP! Harder this time leaving two red handprints on her white flesh. Cora lifted her legs giving Leandro a snatched glimpse of her shaved snatch before she lowered her legs back to the floor and kept her thighs squeezed tight.

Two more hard swats right across both buttocks making her flesh jiggle delightfully. SLAP! SLAP! Leandro saw Laura wince as she felt for her fellow female being smacked by a stronger male.

"I was only going to give you six smacks as you have been really good this week but as you uttered that name a second time, I am going to give you four more," Sam told his partner.

She made a pitiful little cry in response. Two more right across both cheeks directly over her anal area made the girl cry out with pain. Now her bottom was a pleasing pinkish-red that showed she had been disciplined. A further hard blow, a little lower down on her sit spot. SLAP!

"Ooow," Cora said.

"One final smack for you," Sam told her, "And this will remind you that there are no other gods."

He drew his strong right arm back all the way, held it up in the air for a moment and then brought it down hard and fast right on her sit spot again. The sound ripped through the air closely followed by Cora's shriek. Now her bottom was properly reddened. However, Cora still managed to keep her legs together protecting most of her modesty. She lay over Sam's lap for a minute, recovering her poise until she managed to stand, her floral dress falling back down around her thighs hiding her beautifully tanned ass. She brushed away a tear from her eye and then, to both John and Laura's surprise, she sat back down on her fiance's lap, threw her arms around his neck and kissed Sam full on the lips. Not a chaste peck but a full-on kiss.

"I love you so much. Thank you for showing me where I was going wrong. It won't happen again," she said.

Neither John nor Laura could mistake the love in her voice.

"And I love you, too," Sam told his fiance.

They sat there for a couple of minutes smiling and looking deeply into each other's eyes. Laura started feeling a little uncomfortable at this show of affection.

"I'll just make coffee. Anybody want one?" she asked, getting to her feet.

"Oh, I'll give you a hand. Let the men watch the game," Cora said as she followed Laura into the kitchen.

Laura fetched out mugs from the cupboard and decaff. She poured milk into a creamer but felt she had to say something.

"Don't you mind being spanked by your partner? Don't you feel second class?" she asked.

"No," Cora replied. "I was a feminist before we started going to the Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke. Now, I realize that I was wrong. It's best for the man to be head of the household. Sure, sometimes I push the boundaries but it is good to know I have a man who loves me so much he is prepared to guide me through life." She paused for a moment and lowered her voice to little more than a whisper. "And the sex is absolutely amazing. It's so good, mind-blowing in fact. I know tonight that Sam will bang my brains out."

"That's good to know," Laura said. There was a slightly awkward pause as they waited for the coffee to perk.

"Would you like to see my bottom?" Cora asked in a low voice. "See what Sam did? It still stings a little but it's not too bad, warm more than anything else."

With that Cora lifted up her skirt and bent over presenting her spanked and still-reddened ass to view. She stood with her legs apart giving a glimpse of her shaved pussy. "You can touch it if you want; see that it's not too bad to be spanked by a loving man."

Laura stood for a moment but found her hand stretching out and gently caressing the smooth swell of the young woman's firm buttocks. Her skin was still warm and reddened from her recent spanking but it felt so delightful and, yes, sexy to be stroking this woman's bottom. She stroked the woman's bottom over the curves but kept her hand away from the woman's cleft and pussy.

"Feel me, feel how wet I've become," Cora invited.

Laura's hand slipped down, cupping the grooves of the woman's mound. She felt the warm shaved outer lips. Her finger slipped between Cora's scalding inner labia, feeling the crinkles of her lips. Cora was right. She was so wet and Laura was pleased that the other woman trusted her enough to let her feel how aroused she was. Her fingertip brushed over Cora's slippery, lubricated vaginal opening and Cora hissed at the touch.

Before Laura could take anything further, she heard the coffee percolating away into the jug.

"We'd better get that," Cora said, looking over her shoulder at Laura. "But you'll see that going over your man's lap is so sexy and life-affirming."

Laura took her hand from out her friend's pussy and quickly washed her hands.

The women put mugs and coffee onto a tray and carried them through to their lounge. As she walked she was thoughtful. She had seen how Cora seemed to be so happy in her relationship with Samuel and accepted her position. Laura wasn't married to John but he was a good looking man. And he had made some valid points about the impact of gun violence earlier. She put the tray down onto a low table.

John looked over from where he and Samuel were watching the TV.

"Did you fetch in Cora's cookies as well?" Leandro asked.

"Oh, sorry," Laura said, "I'll just fetch them."

"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. I think that's Hebrews 13 verse 2," Samuel said with a little smile. "Not that we're angels. No harps and robes for us. But I sure would like a cookie."

Laura hurried back to the kitchen and found the stack of cookies that Cora had provided. While she was searching she came to a decision. Back in the lounge she put the cookies onto a plate and stepped back.

"I'm really sorry not to have provided proper refreshments to our guests. It was wrong of me. Perhaps you should correct my mistake, John," she said in a low voice.

John swiveled round in his chair, his eyes wide open. He looked with astonishment at Laura. This seemed a complete turnaround from her previous stance. She nodded her head almost imperceptibly and Leandro realized that she had absorbed what he'd said earlier and was prepared to do what it takes to bring down Deacon Stearns. He admired her determination and bravery.

"You are right," Leandro said. "We must show proper hospitality to our guests.

"That's okay," Samuel said reaching for a chocolate cookie. "No harm no foul."

"I won't have my wife neglecting her domestic duties," Leandro said, making his voice deliberately harsh. "Laura, come over here. Now."

Hesitatingly, Laura crossed the room and stood with eyes downcast before her supposed husband.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me," she said humbly.

"Of course I will forgive you. But first I must punish you so you will not forget again. You know what to do; take off your pants and panties and bend over."

Laura looked suitably downcast as she undid the tie of her loose gray sweatpants and together with her panties pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them. The whisper of the material sliding down told her she had crossed a line. Like Cora earlier, she kept her legs clamped together and was glad that her baggy sweatshirt still covered her ass and womanly parts. She was aware of both Samuel and Cora watching now that it was her turn to receive a spanking.

Leandro patted his lap and with a little sigh Laura lowered herself and bent over. She had never felt so small and insignificant in all her life. She had been spanked by her mom a number of times as a child and on a few memorably painful occasions when her mom couldn't or wouldn't deal with her crimes, her dad had taken her to the woodshed and taken the strap to her ass. That had really hurt but she'd always been punished over her clothes. Now there was nothing to protect her rear end. And now she was a grown woman subjecting herself to the same fate as a naughty, disobedient brat.

As she expected, Leandro lifted up the hem of her sweatshirt and she felt cooler air against her bottom. She grimaced in expectation. But what was that? She felt an unexpected rigid hardness pressing up against her belly as she lay over the man's lap. Was he really erect? Was he really enjoying this a little too much? Now she felt Leandro's palm rubbing the firm flesh of her ass cheeks and she involuntarily clenched her buttocks tightly together knowing that pain was coming her way.