Spanked In Church Ch 12

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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.

"You look so tired so why not rest in my bed for a while before you go home," Laura suggested. At the moment, Laura was so fed up with men. With their domineering personalities, with their loud voices, with their greater size and strength which made them feel so superior to women. She recalled a few Sapphic relationships she had briefly enjoyed in college; usually after a boyfriend had badly let her down and she'd sought out the company of another woman who could truly understand what she was going through. Deacon Jedediah Stearns and his odd cult, George Vasilakis at the ATF and most especially her partner John Leandro; to hell with them all.

Prezlea-Lynn sat sleepily on the bed. She felt guilty that she was taking Laura's bed, but didn't want to question it; she just wanted to get to sleep under the covers for a couple of hours. As she closed her eyes and settled down she heard Laura pulling off her linen pants. Prezlea-Lynn peeked from beneath her half closed eyelids as she wanted to see if Laura was going to get into bed with her. Laura's lacy black briefs were already revealed. Laura glanced over at Prezlea-Lynn as she unfastened her loose sleeveless blouse. The buttons were undone one by one until her C-cup breasts inside her black bra became exposed to the gentle light. She shrugged off her shirt then Laura unsnapped the bra and then pulled it off slowly from back to front. Laura slipped inside the covers and snuggled up against Prezlea-Lynn, just enough for there to be the lightest skin to skin contact. Slightly discomfited, Prezlea-Lynn rolled over and turned the other way.

"Prezlea-Lynn?"

"Hmm?" responded Prezlea-Lynn drowsily.

"Would you mind cuddling me? I'm still getting used to the church and to the idea that a man can spank me whenever he wants. I'm quite upset about how John spanked me in public? I was so ashamed about being naked in church and then the pain of being beaten on my ass. I didn't think I could take it. I really need to feel safe at the moment but you don't have to if you don't want to, I'll understand."

"That's alright," Prezlea-Lynn said after a moment. "I don't mind. Sometimes I feel like that but I got through being spanked. Even though my ass hurt for the rest of the day." However, Prezlea-Lynn thought it best not to mention her second spanking followed by hard anal sex at the hands of Mr. Leandro the following day.

Prezlea-Lynn rolled back over and put her arm over Laura. Laura took the young woman's hand and pressed it to her stomach. Being close to Laura like that felt a little strange, but it also felt so cozy. In a way it almost felt like she was caressing a lover especially when Laura moved Prezlea-Lynn's hand slowly round and round her stomach. Prezlea-Lynn did not complain until Laura then brought it up to her breast and pressed the girl's palm hard onto her tit. Prezlea-Lynn pulled back in shock.

"Sorry, I just wanted you to hold me close by my heart. It'll help make me feel more secure."

"That's alright," Prezlea-Lynn said in a low voice. "I just didn't know what you were doing."

Laura didn't respond but kept Prezlea-Lynn's palm pressed to her tit, her hard nipple like a pebble in the girl's hand.

"Would you feel better if we turned the other way? Then I can hold you and still feel safe but you don't have to do anything you don't want."

Once again Prezlea-Lynn turned around without saying a word and Laura did the same. Laura put her arm over Prezlea-Lynn's large, soft, fleshy stomach and held her close. Her warm moist breath warmed the nape of Prezlea-Lynn's neck. The girl found it actually felt soothing. For a while there was a pause as Laura held the girl's bare stomach. Then Laura's fingers kneaded side to side, massaging the soft flesh. It felt so nice. To Prezlea-Lynn part of her thought it felt wrong, but another part of her mind craved the touch. After her own spanking by a man she allowed Laura, a woman, to caress her.

Laura stroked and caressed the girl's stomach and after several minutes made Prezlea-Lynn's hips move a little. Laura took this as a cue and moved her hand up and down her well padded ribs. Then she moved them up and down over her stomach and hips and back up to the girl's ribs again. Eventually she brought her hand up over Prezlea-Lynn's huge boob and pushed into the soft breast tissue. Prezlea-Lynn quietly made a noise and involuntarily shifted her hips.

That encouraged Laura to begin kissing the back of Prezlea-Lynn's neck. Goosebumps broke out as her body tingled and a frisson of excitement swept through her body. Prezlea-Lynn wasn't sure what to do. She wasn't sure if she wanted Laura to touch her this way, but it also felt so good to her body. Every nerve ending was screaming for more touches. Her whole body was alive; half in fear and half in needy lust. Then every nerve seemed to become electric as Laura played with her large brown nipple, which was fully erect and excited.

Laura shifted in bed and pulled Prezlea-Lynn over onto her back. She propped herself up on her elbows and the two women gazed into each other's eyes and Laura smiled kindly. One slender hand went and teased the girl's heavy titties as the other slipped down her stomach and began moving her fingers on the swell of her stomach beneath her belly button. This made Prezlea-Lynn suck in her stomach in and tremble involuntarily as her whole body was crying out for touch. But at the moment, Prezlea-Lynn wasn't sure she wanted to be touched any lower than that so she was glad when Laura's fingers came back up and started exploring her stomach and thighs.

Laura leaned over and kissed her. At first, Prezlea-Lynn didn't mind and even took pleasure at the touch of the woman's lips and the slight oily slickness of her lip gloss. Then, her tongue probed for Prezlea-Lynn's.

"Why don't you let me take charge and enjoy it? We're going to play for a while but I promise that you'll love it -- you just have to give it a chance."

"No," Prezlea-Lynn replied, unsure.

"Oh, yes," Laura reassured her. "Trust me."

Laura lowered her face so she could lick and kiss Prezlea-Lynn's erect nipples, so much larger than her own. Uncertainty mixed with lust battled within Prezlea-Lynn's mind as she writhed and squirmed beneath Laura's attentions. Laura squeezed and pulled at the dark brown nipples and breasts. Prezlea-Lynn's back arched in a bow as she wriggled. Laura looked down at the young woman. Her fleshy, rounded curves were so sexy.

Laura pressed her hand down on Prezlea-Lynn's hot, slickly wet labia and rubbed her hand up and down the girl's rounded pubic mound. When she slipped her hand down between Prezlea-Lynn's legs and pressed down on her bottom, Prezlea-Lynn felt her anus react to the pressure. She could feel herself getting even wetter as Laura ground up and down.

Without warning Laura suddenly rolled Prezlea-Lynn over onto her stomach. A few moments later, the young woman felt the sting of Laura's palm on her big butt. Laura directed a few spanks on each cheek making the young woman yelp with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Maybe I want to see what it's like to spank someone," Laura said. She slapped in a circular motion and lightly spanked Prezlea-Lynn over and over. Prezlea-Lynn writhed and cried out and her body bucked under the blows as the spanking got harder. Her buttocks searched for a place that the pain wasn't.

Eventually Laura stopped and climbed down from the bed. Meanwhile Prezlea-Lynn kept her face buried in the pillows and did not dare look back over her shoulder. Laura came back and lifted Prezlea-Lynn's left hip. She placed another pillow under it and then lifted both hips so that Prezlea-Lynn was now kneeling, her ass fully exposed to the air and to Laura's view. Laura stroked the girl's red stinging ass and felt between her swollen glistening wet lips. She pushed her fingers around the girl's tender vulva and in and out of her vagina. Straightaway Prezlea-Lynn's hips moved back and forth a little as she moaned and sighed into the pillows.

Prezlea-Lynn then shifted her bottom so that her sheeny cunt was directly by Laura's mouth, then without saying a word; she pushed her hips backwards at the same time as Laura extended her tongue to greet her. The first taste of the young woman's nectar on the tip of Laura's tongue was pure delight as she began to gently lick and lap at the girl's soaking wet slit. Laura directed her attentions at her swollen clitoris and began to flick and lick it with her tongue as Prezlea-Lynn started to grind her pussy into Laura's mouth.

"Oh yeah, please, please. That feels so good," Prezlea-Lynn moaned as she ground against Laura's face.

Prezlea-Lynn's legs shivered as Laura felt heat build up inside her. Her clitoris was like a tiny hard pearl that her tongue toyed with. With Laura's hands on her large, chubby thighs she tried to keep Prezlea-Lynn from moving her hips as she was getting so close.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she cried out as Laura felt a few droplets of her hot love juice squirt on her face. It exhilarated Laura and she greedily sucked her, licking her out.

Prezlea-Lynn pushed her hips even further back in encouragement and started rubbing her deep pink clit up and down over Laura's tongue. Laura was so into every moment of it as Prezlea-Lynn rode her mouth and lips, her love juices flowing freely as she tried to lap up what she could while trying to breathe at the same time. She gave her long wet licks her searching tongue sliding in the soft valley of her pussy with no friction at all. Sweet moans escaped Prezlea-Lynn's throat. When Laura stretched out her arms both sides of the plump girl's chest and pinched her swaying nipples, Prezlea-Lynn's body abruptly went rigid for a moment, then she started to tremble like a tree in a gale as she let out several long deep moans.

"Oh, oh, ohh..."

Laura kept her fingers clamped on Prezlea-Lynn's nipples and pinched even harder as the girl's massive orgasm took hold and she flooded her mouth with her creamy essence. Prezlea-Lynn's body shook and convulsed for almost a minute until she finally breathed in and out again and lifted herself off Laura's drenched face. They lay next to each other for several minutes catching their breath until Prezlea-Lynn felt able to speak.

"Oh, my god, that was fucking incredible," she said, looking into Laura's eyes and stroking her damp, sweaty hair, brushing strands away from her forehead.

"Oh, you tasted so great," Laura replied. "I can't believe how hard you came."

When they had rested for a while, Laura rolled Prezlea-Lynn onto her front, her big belly and boobs pressing into the sweat soaked sheets. Laura knelt and leaning forwards, she grasped Prezlea-Lynn's smooth buttocks and parted them. Liquids continued to seep from Prezlea-Lynn's swollen labia, a lovely mix of cum and saliva. Though clean as a whistle, the skin around Prezlea-Lynn's anal area was darker than the rest of her body and her hole exuded a natural, earthy odor. Steeling herself but still wanting to do it, Laura gingerly extended her tongue to touch the puckered asshole; then taking a deep breath she buried her face between the girl's big butt cheeks and began to lap at her ring, delivering sensuous strokes with her tongue and alternating them with probing into the opening, with its crude earthy taste. Prezlea-Lynn gasped and wriggled her behind, pressing up against Laura's steadily working tongue and lips. Placing a hand on her left cheek, she spread it further apart to ease Laura's access, and pushing a hand beneath her body began to frig herself in front with the other hand. Laura held back the girl's right cheek and slipped a finger down into her cunt, which was still extremely hot and wet from her earlier tonguing. Having licked clean Prezlea-Lynn's butt crack around her hole, she tried to force her tongue as deeply as possible inside her asshole. Her face ground down against Prezlea-Lynn's big soft ass, which quivered with anticipation; Prezlea-Lynn moaned and squirmed, reaching another climax as her fingers frantically worked at her hard clitty as Laura started panting with her energetic efforts.