Hannah crossed her pale white legs nervously, and with a sniffle louder than her words she begged,
"Mom, please... don't..."
"I'm sorry sweetie, but Elder James is right... you're headed down a path of temptation and it's important that your behavior be corrected. Remove your skirt and go over to him."
The eighteen-year-old freckeled redhead winced in shame. Of all the elders it just
had
to be James -- a sixty-something black man who'd had his eye on the petite, pretty Irish girl ever since her early teens. She wiped away the tears from her eyes and stared at the deformed lump that protruded from his forehead; at his many skin tags and the blemishes left by his attempts to remove them. He was ugly, creepy, and mean, and now he had Hannah right where he wanted her.
Fighting her trembling knees and every instinct within her, the young beauty stood and reluctantly dropped her skirt to the floor; sniffles turning quickly into sobs. Of all the days, she had to pick
this one
to wear her most scandalous pair of panties -- a light-pink satin thong with frilled edges and cute little white bows sewn to the hips and tailbone. They were far from being church-approved and only added to the case the elder had brought against her.
"Oh Hannah..."
her mother said disapprovingly.
"
You knew
that underwear of this type was forbidden among members of the church before you bought it,
didn't you, Hannah?
" Elder James asked.
Embarrassed beyond belief, Hannah squeaked out an almost imperceivable,
"Yes Sir."
"We will conduct an investigation into where you got these, but first you need to take off your top as well," he responded, as he watched her countenance drop to new lows.
Hannah's mother intervened. "Is that appropriate, Edler James?"
"It is appropriate
and
necessary, because she is wearing contraband underwear. I must know if it's only her panties, or if she has an inappropriate brazzier too."
Hannah frantically shook her head no and then murmured, "I... I'm not w-wearing a bra, Sir..." The room became awkwardly silent to everyone but Hannah, whose heart was pounding so hard that she would have sworn there was a drum being beaten right behind her.
"Take off your top, Hannah," he said coldly, as though nothing had changed. Hannah's mom shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
The younger of the women began to cry. No man had ever seen her as bare as she was now, but
this?
This was unquestionably wrong. Her image within the church would be forever changed. The gutted girl slowly grasped at the edges of her blouse and pulled it over her head. True to her word she now stood topless in front of the elder, wearing nothing but her thong and the church's standard-issue white cotton stockings with black shoes. She raised her shaky hands and placed them over her recently filled-in C cup breasts, but her efforts were futile, for the elder had already gotten an eyefull.
"Ms. O'Kelly, please go to your daughter's room and search for any other contraband garments you can find...
Hannah... come bend over my knee.
"
"It's ok, it will be over soon,"
she thought to herself, desperate for consolation as her fear began to peak. It took all of her strength to move one foot in front of the other until she was at last standing next to the ugly, perverted old man, her only protector now absent from the room. In one quick motion he shoved her upper body over his left knee and down towards the floor, her tight white ass sticking up high in the air. Tears streamed down her face.
"Put the tips of your toes on the floor," the elder demanded. "I'm about to give you something to cry about..." He rustled through the leather bag he'd brought and soon emerged with a roll of duct tape. "Now put your arms behind your back and grab your elbows." Hannah's breathing intensified as James wrapped her arms in tape til she was unable to separate them. Her naive mind suspected that he couldn't possibly put her in a more vulnerable position, but little did she know, Elder James's plan included much more than a single spanking. He placed his right leg at the back of her knees. "Do you have anything to say before I begin?" he inquired.
Hannah thought through her mental fog for a moment before answering, "Just that I'm sorry for my sexual ways, and that I'm
grateful to you, Sir, for caring enough to repriman--
"
SMACK!
The elder's first spank was fierce and unexpected, taking the breath right out of lovely young Hannah as she spoke. "UUUUUHHHNNN!" she cried.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Her eyes grew wide; she couldn't believe how firm his hand was, how hard he was hitting her. She tried to wiggle away and cover her ass with her feet, but Elder James's right leg prevented her calves from moving.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"MMMMMMmmmHmmHmm!" she moaned, her lily-white ass rapidly turning pink.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THE PANTIES?" he asked, raising his hand high in the air behind her.
"F-From a-a-a lingerie s-store!"
she panted.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"WHO HELPED YOU BUY THEM?"
"N-N-NOBODY, SIR!"
she screamed.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Hannah's butt was stinging so badly now that she knew she couldn't take much more.
"DON'T LIE TO ME
.
YOU DON'T HAVE MONEY OR A CAR -- WHO HELPED YOU GET THEM?" Hannah's lip trembled as she tried to come up with a lie, but it was too late.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!"
