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Fair warning: this is a darker chapter showing Leandro's growing dominance over Laura and deals with female bodily functions so if this is not for you then that's fine.
Spanked in Church Ch. 13
A couple of days after spanking his partner, Leandro got up with the birds and stepped outside looking to put in a full shift at his cover story; a manager at the local Economou Discount store. He was about to cross the cement driveway to his car when he noticed that the weather had changed dramatically overnight. Gone were the clear blue skies and fluffy white cumulus clouds that made this part of southern Ohio so pleasant; to be replaced by lowering thick gray nimbostratus down from Canada stretching from horizon to horizon. It was not raining yet but he knew it would be by mid morning. Leandro sighed. He was gonna be out in the yard for much of the morning as the store was expecting several big deliveries and he couldn't trust his assorted crew of stoners, airheads and hillbillies not to steal as much as they could get away with. He'd need his rain slicker if he wasn't to get soaked.
With a sigh, he stepped back into his house and quietly made his way back upstairs. On his way to his bedroom he passed the bathroom and noticed the door was ajar. From the other side of the door he heard a deep groan. What was wrong? Had his partner suddenly been taken ill? Or, worse, had Deacon Stearns realized that they weren't who they said they were but were in reality undercover agents for the ATF looking to close him down? Had Laura been tied up and was maybe being tortured for information at this very moment? He'd watched too many thrillers on TV not to discount that terrible possibility.
He kicked open the door, slamming it into a storage closet. It rebounded back on him but even in that moment he saw that neither one of those dreadful possibilities had come to pass. Instead, he saw Laura sitting on the toilet, hunched over, her face grimacing with pain. Her white bathrobe was up around her hips and he saw her lovely thighs and the swell of her hips as she sat there.
Laura looked up in alarm as the door crashed against the closet. She gave a little scream.
"Get out! I'm trying to take a shit here," she snapped.
"Sorry, I heard a cry and thought something was wrong," Leandro said. "Are you alright?"
Laura pulled a face as another spasm clenched her guts.
"Yeah, fine. I just get really constipated at this time of the month but it sorts itself out when my period comes. Okay?"
"When's that?"
"Another couple of days. Not that it's any of your business. Now get out," Laura said with a scowl. She felt so embarrassed being caught in this position and discussing her most private functions with her colleague. It was nothing to do with him but now he knew all about her menstrual cycle and bowel movements.
Leandro nodded. "I'll leave you to it," he said with a little smile as he closed the door. As he did so, he heard a fart rumble from his pretty colleague's asshole but there didn't seem to be any follow through. He crossed over to his bedroom, plucked his yellow rain slicker from its hook on the back of the door and hurried downstairs.
"Hope you get it sorted, I'll see you later," he called out as he left.
The rain clouds were even lower as he drove over to Economou Discount and the first heavy drops pattered against his windshield as he pulled into the Manager's allocated parking slot. One of the few advantages of being manager was that his slot was right next to the staff rear entrance. Once in his office he looked over the schedule of deliveries and saw he would have a full day ahead. Not long after the first truck pulled in and the driver gave a long blast on his air horn. Rooting out those of his despondent slackers who had forgotten to call in sick that day he led them out into the yard to help with unloading and putting the boxes in their places in the stock room. The only one who was enthusiastic and willing was young Prezlea-Lynn who did the work of any three or four of the others. He was still amazed at the change in her attitude. What a difference a few spankings had made to that girl, he thought. He watched as she placed several boxes onto the dolly and wheeled them into the store. He was impressed but didn't want her to slip back into her lazy old ways. When he had time, he'd probably have to give her a little reminder spanking in the near future.
The day was so busy that he never thought once about his true, undercover, mission to investigate Deacon Stearns's likely gun running activities. However, he did give some thought to Laura Schulten's problem. As part of establishing their undercover personas with Deacon Stearns and his rather odd church he had recently spanked her and he felt that it would help to deepen their legend if he carried on establishing his dominance over her.
Towards the end of the day, he did a quick stock take and was pleased to see that not much had gone walkabout. A card of gaudy Chinese watches that he was sure would soon be on sale in the local bars and honky-tonks. Some cookware and cheap hoodies.
"Could have been worse," he muttered to himself. He picked up some items that he thought he might need later, paid for them and let himself out. With the heavy clouds, it was almost dark by the time he got home.
Meanwhile Laura was not having such a good day. She stayed on the toilet but was unable to pass more than wind. That wasn't unusual at this stage of her monthly cycle. But she felt so humiliated that Leandro had caught her trying to poop. It was so embarrassing for any woman to be caught in so vulnerable a position. Coming after her recent spanking in front of their visitors, Sam Wolford and his fiancée Cora Miller, and even worse recalling how humiliating it had been to be spanked again in front of the whole of Deacon Stearns's churchgoers, she felt in a completely impossible position. She was tempted to bail out of this mission and worry about the negative consequences to her career later. However, John Leandro had made some good points about how gun running was destroying communities all across the States and Mexico and that a little pain and humiliation was a small price to pay for taking down a criminal like Stearns. Except that it was her pain and humiliation that was on the line.
She stood and wiped her ass and got dressed. She had heard a rumor from one of the church members that they were expecting a delivery of farm tools at Eckmansville, a wide place in the road. She suspected it wasn't farm tools that were coming. Packing snacks and a flask of strong coffee, she drove out to an abandoned barn that overlooked the crossroads and where she could watch without being seen. If anyone did spot her and her camera she could say that she was merely taking snaps as background for her latest canvas. But with the steady rain she doubted anybody would be looking out for her. She backed into the barn and watching out for snakes or any other critters she thought might be lurking within she took watch.
