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Spanked in Church Ch. 11
Laura Schulten's public spanking was every bit as painful and humiliating as she expected it to be. She had spent the previous few days dreading what was to come and now it had happened. She had tried to put what was to happen out of her mind but without success as worry and fear had gnawed away at her mind. In the end, she had spoken to their handler at the ATF bureau to vent her feelings and get support. Her handler, an older woman who Laura imagined had probably been around during Prohibition; let Laura sound off before advising her that she should go ahead with the mission, if she could. As Leandro had said earlier, the US was illicitly supplying the cartels and narcotraficantes with firearms which was contributing to the violence south of the border. Thousands of women had been killed and if they could help reduce the flow of guns then many lives could be saved. It made Laura think that her issues were small beer compared with the hell many women were going through. But neither her handler nor these other women were going to be stripped half-naked, her bottom exposed to everybody in church, and then undergo a very public and painful spanking.
It didn't help that her period had started and she felt stomach gripes and pains and all she wanted to do was sit with her legs curled up on the sofa and eat chocolate and sugary foods, despite knowing what they did to her complexion, and watch trash TV and maybe call up her friends and bitch about men and the state of the world. She was lucky that her periods weren't heavy and her flow was light after the first couple of days. But she wasn't happy with what was going on in her mind and body at the time.
So she had sat in Deacon Stearns's church -- The Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke -- based in Adams County, Ohio -- and awaited what was going to be inflicted on her backside in the near future. She'd worn a grass green lightweight cotton sundress with a loose, floaty skirt and white maxi-pants that would not press against her bruised buttocks later.
She had sat next to Leandro near the front of the church as sunlight streamed in through the stained glass windows, splashing bright colors onto the floor and some of the people. She sang along half-heartedly to the worship songs and tuned out of Deacon Stearns's sermon -- something furious from the Book of Judges or something equally violent. Laura saw his flock was hanging on every word as Stearns harangued the commie Marxist politicians in DC selling good Americans down the river. But she could not concentrate on his words but sat in a mess of distress.
Eventually the time came around. Sexton Ehud Roemer placed the spanking chair on the dais at the front of the church and Deacon Stearns stood next to it, his large, scarred hand resting on the back. He wore a white shirt which was illuminated by a colorful block of red light from the stained glass and black pants.
"Is there any man here who feeleth that the woman in his life needeth corrective discipline to set her on the path of righteousness?" His harsh voice boomed out across the church nave.
A few men put up their hands but it was Leandro's who caught his eye.
"John. John Leandro. Is it your wife who needeth punishment or will you be spanking young Prezlea-Lynn again?" Stearns inquired.
Leandro stood, aware that everyone was looking at him.
"Unfortunately, it is my sad duty to announce I must punish my wife." While Leandro and Laura were not married, being undercover ATF agents, their cover story had them as being wed. He carried on, "Does not Leviticus Chapter 15, verse 19 say, 'And if a woman have an issue, and her issue in her flesh be blood, she shall be put apart seven days: and whosoever toucheth her shall be unclean until the even.' Well, I'm sorry to say that the other week Laura here did not tell me until too late that her period had started and so she made me and our home unclean."
There were gasps of horror and outrage from the churchgoers. Men and especially women muttered among themselves with indignation at how that trollop, Laura, had defiled both her husband and home and so needed to be punished most severely. Laura blushed furiously at how Leandro had told the entire church community about her monthlies.
"That is very serious, Brother John. A woman needs to be kept apart when she is having her monthly issue -- the Curse of Eve. You will need to punish her without leniency so that she learns the error of her sinful ways. Bring her up to the front so that we can all witness her chastisement."
Leandro stood and held out his hand to Laura who, after a moment's hesitation, took it and allowed him to escort her up to the heavy oak chair that was used for the church's public spankings. She was perspiring and her clothes felt clammy on her body. She'd witnessed several spankings in this church, some of them given by Leandro himself, and knew what to expect. She was going to experience pain and humiliation in front of all the avid watchers but it would not last for ever. And by going through this ordeal she would be moving their mission forward. Hopefully it would come to an end soon and she could get a posting at the ATF's HQ in DC on the back of this. Heaven knows she deserved something good.
Bringing herself out of her panic stricken reverie she noticed that Leandro was now sitting on the chair and rolling up his sleeves. He looked up into Laura's face and gave her a little smile hoping to reassure her. It did little to calm her nerves.
Sounding harsh and severe, Leandro patted his lap. "Raise your skirt and take off your panties."
Knowing that her ordeal was happening and there was little she could do unless she aborted their mission by fleeing from the church which would ruin her career prospects, Laura raised her cotton skirt and tugged down her white panties, leaving them on the wooden floor. She started to lower her skirt back over her bottom but knew that would not be permitted. Instead she tried to retain what emotional dignity she could by laying herself over Leandro's lap but she was so aware that her pale bottom was fully exposed to the churchgoers. But Laura decided that whatever was going to happen to her over the next several minutes, she was not going to cry out or embarrass herself in front of everyone.
She lay over his lap and bit her lip as she felt his firm hand rubbing over the twin globes of her peach-like buttocks. Then she felt a little chill as he raised his hand before bringing it down with a sharp slap right across the center of her buttocks. Despite her best intentions, Laura jolted forwards and bit her tongue. Another slap followed and then another but Laura kept silent even though painful shocks filled her mind. Leandro shifted position and then slapped her hard right across her tender sit-spot and admired how the firm flesh of her buttocks jiggled like Jell-O.
Then blows poured down on Laura's upended bottom. Leandro didn't want to humiliate her more than necessary but he still had to make the spanking sufficient to put him in good favor with Deacon Stearns and any other of his flock he needed to impress. Also, and he had to be honest with himself, he did enjoy taking his colleague down a peg or two. It felt so good and he felt so dominant having this beautiful woman laying over his lap, stripped below the waist and submitting to her brisk spanking. He slapped each cheek, one -- two, one -- two and occasionally slapping her upper thighs.
Laura lay over his lap, so aware that her bottom and privates were so obviously on show to the watching churchgoers. She gritted her teeth, determined not to cry out or scream or beg for mercy but she wasn't made of stone and as the beating continued grunts of pain escaped her lips. She couldn't help it but she started raising her legs and then she was kicking and flailing uselessly as she tried to relieve the pain from her nether parts. And then, to complete her humiliation, to her chagrin, she started crying out and then she was pleading for mercy as the blows landed on her tender, sore, bruised bottom.
"Please, no more! Please, it won't happen again! Ow! Aargh! Ouch! Please stop!"
Leandro grinned. He knew everyone had by now witnessed her punishment and he glanced over at Deacon Stearns's face. The pastor seemed pleased and satisfied with how Laura had been severely admonished. A few final smacks across the woman's reddened bottom followed just to seal the deal. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Laura kicked and struggled and tears filled her eyes but she was held firmly in place and her efforts were useless. A final few hard blows landed, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Then Leandro stood, helping her to stand. Her skirt fell, covering her bottom and thighs but Leandro raised it and tucked it into her waistband exposing her bottom to public scrutiny. Leandro led her over to the wall and pressed her nose up against the painted cinderblock.
"Stay there and think about your punishment," Leandro told her in a stern voice. "Any further misdemeanors and you'll be back over my lap for another session."
He walked back to his seat to the congratulations of both Deacon Stearns and several members of his flock. With her face to the wall, Laura sniffled and wiped her eyes. Her bottom was so sore and felt like it was on fire. But what she didn't expect was the sensations coming from her pussy. Her labia and clit felt swollen and as for her vagina... that organ was so wet and she hoped people hadn't noticed her arousal. She wondered what was happening to her. She was an empowered, confident, strong ATF agent but it seemed she also had her vulnerabilities. She wished she were alone so she could lay back with her legs spread wide and with her hand take herself to heaven.
The church service continued until finally Deacon Stearns pronounced the blessing and she heard his flock getting to their feet and leaving. Leandro came over to his supposed wife and put his arm around her shoulders.
"You did so well and I'm so proud of you," he murmured into her ear. "That's over now and the Deacon seems really pleased. I think we've gone up in his trust now." He tugged her skirt down covering her bruised ass and was sorry as he could no longer view it. He held out his arm and Laura took it for support and they walked down the center aisle of the building towards the exit. They were almost the last to leave. Standing by the wooden doors saying goodbye to his flock stood Deacon Stearns and his rangy assistant, Sexton Ehud Roemer.
"Well done, Brother John. You did very well and I am sure that Laura now knows the error of her ways," Stearns said. "It's not easy punishing those we love but it brings us closer to God who often had to punish the Israelites for their sins even though he loved his chosen people."
