Spaned in Church

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Spanked in Church Ch. 06

Sunday came at last. By then the weather had changed, dark gray clouds rolled in from the north and a chilly wind blew. Leandro shivered as he slipped on his jacket and joined Laura in the car. They didn't say much on their way to church. Laura sat with her arms folded and a stern expression on her face. She knew something was going on but wasn't sure what but she did not like being kept in the dark.

The church was packed with only a few spaces left however a family shuffled along to make space for them to sit together. There was a buzz of conversation as people chatted with their friends and caught up on their doings over the week. Leandro looked around the sea of faces looking for Mr. Jenkinson and Prezlea-Lynn but couldn't see them. Maybe they were running late or merely out of sight behind someone else. The room stilled as Deacon Stearns stepped out to the front and raised his arms.

"Alleluia, brothers and sisters," he declaimed. "This is the day the Lord hath made. Let us rejoice in it!"

"Alleluia!" the congregation cried out in return.

The service started with several worship songs. However, Leandro couldn't focus on the singing. He was wondering where Mr. Jenkinson and his daughter had gotten to as he needed them both to be here and for Mr. Jenkinson to publicly agree to the much needed punishment of his daughter. Shortly after the last praise song ended he heard the doors open and then the click, click, click of Mr. Jenkinson's stick as he walked down the aisle looking for a couple of seats. A young man in a sports jacket obligingly stood and let the older man have his seat. Mr. Jenkinson acknowledged the courtesy with a nod. Next to him, Prezlea-Lynn squeezed her girth onto the chairs, forcing everyone else in that row to shuffle over to make room. Leandro smiled to himself. Looked like things were gonna happen.

Eventually, the service reached the part where it came to judgment and discipline.

"Is there any man here who feeleth the need to publicly chastise their errant household?" Deacon Stearns demanded. After the fierceness of his preaching, sweat stained both the underarms of his white shirt as well as down the front and back. He wiped his forehead with his forearm.

The women of the church must have been obedient and good this week as few men raised their arms. However, Mr. Jenkinson was one of those.

"Dad, no!" Leandro heard Prezlea-Lynn squeal.

The pastor pointed to "Brother Terry? Haven't seen you here in an age but you've been in our prayers and with God's help we hope to see you again real soon," Stearns said. There was scattered applause from the congregation. "Is it about your daughter?"

Mr. Jenkinson nodded. Deacon Stearns walked over and handed him a microphone. In his croaky voice he said, "I regret that Prezlea-Lynn here has broken the commandment against stealing. Sorry, I don't recall its number."

There were a few gasps from the churchgoers.

"Well, that's actually the eighth commandment. 'Thou shalt not steal'. You'll find it written in Genesis 20 verse 15, brother."

"But I put everything back!" Prezlea-Lynn cried out. "You can't do this to me!"

"Only because you got found out and I made you return it," her father said sadly. "I didn't raise my daughter to be a thief. I tried to be a better father but since my accident I haven't been able to provide the guidance and discipline you needed."

"Brother, you are here now and I'm sure you've been doing your best," Stearns said. "Better late than never. However, sadly, you cannot effectively chasten your daughter. Do you have anybody in mind who can act as your surrogate?"

Mr. Jenkinson coughed into his hand. "Yes, her employer, Mr. Leandro has kindly agreed to administer her punishment on my behalf. It was his store she stole from, after all."

Prezlea-Lynn paled. "No! Not him! I'm gonna quit. Let me go!"

Deacon Stearns gripped the young woman's forearm holding her in place.

"I will purge out from among you the rebels, and them that transgress against me. We read that in Ezekiel 20:38," Stearns thundered. "Do you want your daughter purged, Brother Terry? Do you want her barred from the heavenly delights that awaiteth?"

Mr. Jenkinson shook his head. "Of course not. I'm really worried about her and I want her corrected so that she returns to the straight and narrow."

Meanwhile Laura looked at her colleague. "Are you really going to spank her in public?" she hissed.

"Yes, it looks like that's the only way to get close to this guy. To earn his trust."

"I'm still going to report this to Vasilakis," she whispered. "It doesn't seem right to me."

Stearns and his assistant, a tall gaunt rather scary man called Ehud Roemer who was Sexton of the church, gripped Prezlea-Lynn and half led, half dragged her to the front where the heavy oak chair was set up. Well aware of the congregation's gaze upon him, Leandro stood and walked to the front and took his place on the seat. He looked up at Prezlea-Lynn who stood there in the grip of the two strong men. She was a larger young woman with a deep olive skin, lustrous brown hair which she wore in a loose pony-tail and dark brown doe-eyes which so resembled her near namesake's. Full lips with plum-colored lipstick complemented her appearance. However, although standing an average five foot six inches, she was overweight and two huge melon-like breasts pushed against her gray sweatshirt. She wore a loose pair of black pants and red trainers.

Prezlea-Lynn shook her head. "No, no, no," she repeated.

"It's up to you," Leandro said. "You can accept your punishment now and get it over and done with. Or I can make a complaint to the police and you'll be arrested, charged and have a criminal record which will affect the rest of your life. You won't get a decent job, work with children or get a loan if you need one. You might even go to jail if the judge is in a bad mood. But it's your choice..."

Prezlea-Lynn thought for a moment. Neither option appealed but she decided which was the lesser evil.

"Okay then. I guess you're gonna spank me," she muttered.

With that, Stearns and Ehud let go of her arms.

"You know what to do. Take off your pants and panties and bend over Mr. Leandro's lap," Stearns told her.

Prezlea-Lynn looked around but was so aware that everyone was looking at her. She lifted up her sweatshirt and unzipped her pants, pushing them down her chunky legs. Crouching, she slipped off her trainers and kicked them to one side before stepping out of her pants.

Leandro saw she wore black briefs beneath that fully covered her crotch.

"Those as well. As with Adam and Eve in the Garden, there is nowhere to hide from the wrath of the Lord," Stearns told her and the congregation.

Pulling her sweatshirt down as far as she could so that it covered her ass and privates as much as possible she tugged her panties down so they lay by her discarded pants. Once again, she looked around with anxiety on her face, looking for some other way out. But there was no escape. Not wanting to make things more difficult for her than he had to, Leandro held out his hand to her, inviting her forward. She took a step, still clutching her sweatshirt around her hips, and then another until she stood by Leandro's side. He took hold of her arm and guided her down over his lap. He felt her considerable weight pressing on his thighs and caught a whiff of soap and perfume with an undertone of her sweat as she perspired with fear. Stearns and Ehud stepped back.

Leandro held the young woman in place with his left arm. He felt her squirm. With his right, he pulled up her sweatshirt's hem fully exposing her ample buttocks to the congregation. She had large buns, dimpled with cellulite, the skin somewhat paler than her face. Her deep cleft led down to her fleshy sex.

Leandro patted the girl's bottom, getting a feel for her skin and her flesh beneath. He raised his hand and crossed the Rubicon. SLAP! He slapped the center of Prezlea-Lynn's ass hard. The sound cracked harshly around the church but apart from a little hiss of pain, the young woman made no sound.

He smacked her bottom a second time, right over where he had just struck her. Her body jerked forwards as her flesh rippled under the blow. She settled back just in time to receive another on the center of her large ass. Her soft, fleshy ass rippled under the strike yet, apart from a little in-drawn breath, she remained quiet. Leandro respected the girl's bravery but he'd only started and he was determined to give her a spanking she'd remember for a long time; one that would change her attitude to work. More importantly, he needed to make a good impression on Deacon Stearns and any of his people who mattered.

Again, he spanked her again and the center of her bared bottom was now turning a scarlet hue. Now it was time to get down to work. He rapidly slapped her full, rounded ass many times. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! And again, giving the errant girl no time to recover between swats: SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The blows echoed around the wooden sanctuary stilling any murmurs of conversation among the churchgoers as they took in the scene before them.

Now Prezlea-Lynn started to wriggle as his spanking broke through her pain threshold. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! There was no mercy for her as Leandro's palm slapped down and down many times.

"This is a righteous smiting," Deacon Stearns growled in approval.

Leandro paused for a moment to allow his palm time to recover. He looked down at Prezlea-Lynn's now reddened behind. He was impressed because apart from the occasional hiss and gasp of pain, she was bearing up under her chastisement remarkably well. Far better than he would have expected from the overweight, sluggard waster she had shown herself to be. There was a deep bedrock of strength beneath that surface. He respected that but was still determined to bring tears to her eyes. He needed to get in with Deacon Stearns and didn't want to come across as a man who couldn't properly discipline a woman.

He bent to his task again. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Then more. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! It was like that pause had changed something inside. As if she expected that had been enough but now her painful punishment was starting again.

Her legs started to kick, giving the congregation a view of her inner thighs and pussy. However, from his position with her over his lap, with her hefty buttocks in the way, he couldn't see the girl's privates. He steeled his heart against her distress and continued the punishment. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Now he heard a sob coming from her. Her cantaloupe breasts trembled against his other thigh. He carried on with the spanking and now Prezlea-Lynn started crying out audibly.

"Please stop! No more! Please!" she begged.

Despite her pleas, he didn't want to stop just at the first time of asking. That would make him look weak and too open to piteous requests. He couldn't have that. Hardening his heart, he carried on. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! These lower down across her sit spot at the join of her buttock cheeks and upper thighs. He made the blows as hard as he could. Now Prezlea-Lynn was really crying out. Glancing down, he saw tears running down her cheeks leaving dark mascara trails.

He let his hand drift downwards and discreetly brush across her pussy. He was surprised at the heat and dampness bedewing her fleshy labia. Prezlea-Lynn hissed but this time with anxiety rather than pain. A few final swats covering her ass to give her something to think about before he took away his left arm still encircling her waist. Then he helped her stand. She wobbled slightly as she got to her feet and instinctively rubbed her sore bottom before she realized where she was and that everyone was still looking at her. Glancing up at Leandro as if seeking his approval she tugged down her sweatshirt's hem over her ass.

Leandro shook his head and took her elbow and escorted her over to the side wall of the church. He steered her so she was facing the wall then lifted up her sweatshirt to around her waist keeping his hard work on show. Her bottom was a vivid crimson except for a pale line down the center of the cleft between her swollen buns. Prezlea-Lynn sniffled and the occasional sob escaped her but she knew to stay where she was and not make any fuss unless she wanted to go back over Leandro's lap for another spanking.

"I gave my back to the smiters. That's Isaiah 50:6," Deacon Stearns said to the congregation who were hanging on his every word. "Let that be a lesson to you, young Prezlea-Lynn Jenkinson. Hopefully, you wilt amend thy ways." The Deacon nodded respectfully to Leandro as he took his seat next to his supposed wife, Laura Schulten.

Like the rest of the congregation Laura witnessed Leandro's punishment of Prezlea-Lynn. She squirmed on her seat imagining herself in that humiliating position of having to lay over his lap, her panties removed, her buttocks and privates and even anus fully exposed to public scrutiny, the anticipation while awaiting her spanking and then getting beaten until her ass was a bright crimson. The pain surging throughout her body and nothing she could do to stop it until a man decided that she had taken enough and was sufficiently corrected. It was a disgusting display of male chauvinism and anti-feminism and was not to be borne. Even if it meant the failure of their mission, even if it meant returning to the ATF's HQ in Philadelphia with a black mark against her name, there was no way any man was going to strip her half naked and beat her. No way! Yet she was aware of a deep, deep part of her psyche that wondered what it would be like to have to submit herself utterly to a strong man. She squirmed again on the hard, wooden seat and was aware that her pussy was more moist than usual.

On the way out, as the pastor wished his flock well, Deacon Stearns stopped Leandro and Laura.

"That was a well-deserved chastisement of an errant member of our flock. You certainly put the fear of God into that girl. I trust that you've taught your wife obedience and to know her place," he said as he shook Leandro's hand.

"Of course. She knows who is the head of our little household. But sometimes even the best wife needs a firm reminder of her place and I give her all the discipline she needs."

Laura wanted to open her mouth and speak out against this chauvinist nonsense but knew it was better to hold her tongue and play her part of the devoted little wifey.

"Perhaps when she next strays off the straight and narrow you should allow us to witness her correction," Stearns said with a hard smile.

"Perhaps I will at that," said Leandro ignoring the fumes coming from his colleague. He took her hand and led her away to their car.

Once safely inside and with the seatbelts on Laura turned to him. "You enjoyed that. You enjoyed whaling the tar out of that poor girl," she snapped.

Leandro turned to look at the angry woman. "What makes you say that? We have to get close to Stearns; find out if he really is gunrunning and who his contacts are. It's obvious that the ones he really trusts are those who spank women so that's what I've got to do. I didn't like beating that girl but I had to do it."

"The ends justify the means," Laura said with a sniff.

"Wouldn't go so far as that but I think that what Stearns is probably up to is way worse than just spanking a few women," Leandro said as he put the car in Drive.

"You would say that but you're not a woman."

They drove in silence back to their home. As soon as they got in Laura ran to her room and slammed the door behind her and wouldn't come out. Leandro looked around the kitchen but couldn't be bothered with cooking anything so he left the car keys at home in case Laura needed it and walked into town. He found a bar which wasn't a dive and ordered a spicy pizza with fries and a couple of longnecks and watched the ballgame. Women! It wasn't like he'd spanked Laura's ass that morning so what was she so bent out of shape about? Although as he worked through his third beer the thought excited him. It would be a very pleasant experience. For him if not so much for her. Now, how was he gonna work it?