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Spanked in Church Ch. 12
Like most of the employees Prezlea-Lynn didn't have a full time contract at Economou Discount so that Thursday she was off work. The nineteen year old lay in bed, luxuriating for a few minutes before having to get up, fix breakfast, see to her disabled father's needs and put in an hour or two of studying for her GED. However, her reverie was broken by the harsh sound of their trailer's phone ringing.
"Get that will you?" her father rasped from the lounge where he slept, propped up by pillows in his easy chair.
Throwing a robe over her zaftig figure, Prezlea-Lynn swung her legs out of bed, not liking how chunky her thighs were, yawned and answered it.
"Oh, hello, it's Laura here. John said you weren't in today so I wondered if you were busy?"
She hesitated before answering. "Not really, why?"
Despite Laura being only a voice on the line, Prezlea-Lynn flushed as she remembered how they had ended up in bed together after Laura had been publicly spanked in church by her husband. She hadn't really intended that to happen but she had enjoyed the experience very much. However, she dragged her mind back to what Laura was saying.
"I wondered if you would care to sit for me. I'm an artist as you might know and I could do with a model to paint for an upcoming exhibition I want to enter. You'll be ideal. I'll pay for your time, of course, and throw in lunch."
Prezlea-Lynn thought for a moment. She wasn't really doing much and all a model had to do was sit there, surely. Sounded like easy money. And it might keep her on her boss's good side. Also, and more importantly, it would be the perfect opportunity to get closer to John Leandro and Laura. She'd been ordered to find out if they were true believers or out to cause trouble for Deacon Stearns and his church. And she didn't want that terrible old man, Ehud Roemer, hunting her down again. That man terrified her and she knew that if he came after her again she'd be in real trouble.
"Yeah, sure, what time do you want me?" she said after a moment's thought.
They fixed up a time and after completing her chores, Prezlea-Lynn drove over to John and Laura's craftsman home on Boyd Avenue in the county seat of West Union, Ohio. Laura greeted her on the doorstep and showed her into a spare room she was using as a studio. There was a smell of linseed, turpentine and oil paints in the air. A yard sale couch covered in a patchwork throw took up one wall while an easel and side table covered with pencils, paints and brushes stood to one side.
"Have you ever heard of an artist called Rubens?" Laura asked after greeting her.
Prezlea-Lynn shook her head.
"He was a Flemish artist of the late 1500s and 1600s. He specialized in voluptuous nudes..."
"Voluptuous?"
"...Full figured. Big tits and big ass. And that is what I would like to paint. I mostly do still lifes and landscapes but I want to extend my range." Laura looked at Prezlea-Lynn. "You'd be ideal."
She opened an art book and showed Prezlea-Lynn some of Rubens's works. As she did so she looked at her model.
"But I'd be naked!" Prezlea-Lynn gasped.
"Yes, this exhibition is devoted to figurative art. But it's in New York so nobody will know you. And I'd love to paint you; you've a great body."
Prezlea-Lynn thought for a moment. Laura was another woman and she had previously seen her nearly naked anyway when she was soundly spanked by Mr. Leandro in the Church of the Holy Loving Rebuke. That had hurt. And later they had both been naked together in Laura's bed after Laura, too, had been spanked. That had been nice. And this would be a bit of much needed extra cash.
"Okay, what do I need to do?" asked Prezlea-Lynn.
"All you have to do is take off your clothes and lie on the couch."
What the hell, Laura had seen her naked and getting spanked anyway. But she wasn't too happy about a bunch of strangers looking at her body. But on the other hand they would be in New York and she'd never been there and it wasn't like those fancy city slickers would be paying a visit to this back of beyond part of Ohio anyway.
Prezlea-Lynn shrugged and stripped down. She had a moment's hesitation when it came to her bra and panties but she took them off and left them on a chair and then lay on the couch. Laura came over and altered her position.
"If you could raise your leg a bit... Is that comfortable? Can you move your elbow a fraction? Thanks."
When Laura was satisfied, she stepped behind the easel picked up a pencil and started sketching the scene. Prezlea-Lynn was glad that although her boobs were on show, her pussy was discretely hidden. As she heard the pencil scratching away on the canvas, she started to relax.
As Laura drew, she took in all the details of Prezlea-Lynn's lush, fulsome body. The girl stood, or lay, about five six and Laura thought she must be pushing one ninety pounds. Her breasts swelled out like two melons and she enjoyed described the deep V of her cleavage. Looking along from her chest, Prezlea-Lynn had a round face, with dark brown eyes, long lashes and full lips. Her complexion was olive, very sultry and Laura worked at getting some of the tones and shades right.
As she worked Laura's mind wandered and she remembered what it was like to be naked while a strong man disciplined her in public. Prezlea-Lynn had undergone that humiliation in church a previous Sunday and she had survived. Indeed, the girl seemed to have improved her attitude since that ordeal. As an undercover ATF agent investigating Deacon Jedediah Stearns and his unusual church of The Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke it had seemed that the only way to get close to him and gain the strange pastor's trust would be to allow her partner to spank her in public.
Although it had happened, Laura still winced at the memory. On the one hand it had been so humiliating and a prime example of male chauvinism. It was not to be borne. But deep beneath the surface of her demeaning experience she squirmed at the recollection of submitting herself utterly to a strong man who disciplined her but also protected her and cared for her. Even as her initial drawing took shape she was so aware of butterflies in her stomach and that her pussy was getting far moister than it should. She rubbed her thighs together and bit her lip to stop a low moan escaping her lips.
What else would be demanded of her, she wondered? She felt so conflicted and torn as to whether or not to continue with their mission or pull the plug and abort it. At the moment she felt so fed up with men and their easy arrogance and belief in their innate superiority over women. It was like they regarded women as being some slightly lesser species of human -- good for fucking and cooking and cleaning up after them but not really on the same level as those blessed with a Y chromosome. She gritted her teeth in rage and her brush described a few angry strokes on the canvas. She looked down at Prezlea-Lynn's recumbent form and thought how much easier a world of only women would be. Back in college she had experienced a few intense relationships with some of the other girls and taken things beyond a meeting of minds to a meeting of bodies as well.
Later she noticed that her model appeared to be half asleep. She looked at her picture and although she knew that several more sessions would be needed she was content for the time being. She crossed over to the couch where Prezlea-Lynn lay with her eyes closed.
Prezlea-Lynn opened her eyes to see Laura standing over her. She yawned and stretched and allowed Laura to help her up and dress her into a fluffy bathrobe. Laura guided the young woman through the house and into her bedroom. Laura turned a soft bedside light on which revealed a turned down comforter and plump pillows.