Spanked In Church Ch 14

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Fair warning: this is a darker chapter showing Leandro's growing dominance over Laura and deals with female bodily functions so if this is not for you then that's fine.

Spanked in Church Ch. 14.

Several Sundays later, after slowly gathering information for the ATF, John Leandro brought up a tray containing mugs of steaming coffee and a plate of cookies. He knocked on the bedroom door and pushed it open with his hip.

"Wakey wakey, rise and shine," he called out setting the tray on the nightstand. He pulled open the drapes allowing the late sunshine to fill the room. On the bed Laura groaned and stirred as she awoke. Beneath the covers the girl was naked.

As he took in the delightful scene, it was hard for Leandro not to take in her appearance, a beauty which had been growing on him ever since she had first submitted to her public spanking in church several months ago now. The ATF agent who was posing as his supposed wife was Laura Schulten. She was in her mid-twenties with a very pleasant body which, if not chubby, was more than pleasantly rounded with full breasts and childbearing hips. She raised her head and tossed back her long auburn hair. She was a Mid-West farm girl who fitted into rural Ohio like a hand in a glove.

"Don't forget we need to leave for Deacon Stearns's place soon. Freshen up and I'll see you downstairs," he said as he left but not without a backward glance.

As he waited he made a short phone call to the ATF offices in Philadelphia to update their controller, George Vasilakis, as to their progress in infiltrating Deacon Jedediah Stearns and his possible gun-running activities. Vasilakis's tone was starting to get a bit short and his boss explained that the bean-counters at the ATF were starting to worry about the costs of this undercover mission.

"You must have some decent Intel for us by now," Vasilakis said finally.

"We're going to a party at his home this evening," Leandro said, "Only for his more trusted inner circle I think. It's a big step forward in gaining his trust."

Leandro made no mention in his report that in order to get Stearns's trust he had given both Laura and Prezlea-Lynn public spankings on their bare bottoms in church and that at this party all the women would be naked. It was an extremely unorthodox situation and he didn't want anyone in head office pulling the plug on the best undercover assignment he had ever undertaken. He might mention it after they had taken down Stearns's gang. But in the meantime he was in no hurry to end this job.

Upstairs he heard the toilet flushing and the shower running and not long after Laura came down. He saw that she was dressed in her church clothes and uneasily clutching at her purse.

"I'm ready," Laura said nervously, licking her lips.

Leandro crossed his arms and frowned. "You hadn't forgotten that you'll be naked tonight? Deacon Stearns was insistent on that. Go back upstairs and put on your bathrobe or something to cover yourselves for the journey and then we'll set off." With that he clapped his hands. "Up you go. Quickly."

Obediently the young women turned around and hurried back upstairs. When she came back, her bare legs showing beneath the hems of her robe, he saw that Laura had borrowed his and the toweling barely covered her C-cup tits leaving a deep valley between them.

On the way over they picked up Prezlea-Lynn from her trailer at the Whitetail Mobile Home Park a few miles east of West Union. She had already prepared by wrapping herself in a simple gray oversized hoody. Leandro's cover story had him managing the local Economou Discount store and although the girl had lost some weight recently Prezlea-Lynn must still be about one eighty pounds. Her huge F-cup breasts swelled the front of the hoody like she had two footballs stuffed up there. Dragging his eyes up from her chest, Leandro smiled at her plump face with heavy makeup around her eyes and lips. Her sultry brown eyes, which resembled the King's in his Vegas residency days, smiled back at him.

On the drive over to Deacon Stearns's church Leandro switched the radio on to an oldies station he liked and sang along to cover the girls' worried silence. Apart from giving directions Laura didn't say much. Adams County, Ohio, is very rural and under other circumstances they would have enjoyed riding through the gently rolling hills with its thick green woods and fields and pastures where cattle and horses grazed. Under the amber light of the evening sunshine the land seemed so timeless and peaceful and it could almost have been any time within the last hundred years or so.

They drove past the church which their host, Deacon Stearns ran, The Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke. Leandro thought that Stearns had a rather unusual take on scripture but one not without its merits. If you were a man that was!

"Turn here," Laura said, pointing up a narrow dirt road.

Leandro spun the wheel and the car was soon jouncing over the ridges and ruts in the hard packed dirt while tree branches scraped along the car's sides. The girls' tits bounced along with the motion. He was glad that it had remained dry recently otherwise the car might have got bogged down.

"Stearns sure likes his privacy," he commented but the women made no reply. Finally, he turned around a thicket of second growth oaks and saw Stearn's home, a whitewashed wooden farmstead, mellow in the sunshine, standing in the middle of a few barns and other agricultural sheds. Already parked by one of the barns were several cars and trucks. He recognized some of them as belonging to churchgoers. As he approached he smelled the savory tang of barbecue smoke. His stomach rumbled. Over by the white farmhouse he saw a group of figures standing and drinking and talking. Although he was expecting it, it was obvious that the men were all clothed while the women were completely pinkly naked. Further on a few men were playing horseshoes and he could hear the clink of metal and their laughter. The bony figure of Sexton Ehud Roemer stepped forward and directed him over to the side of the barn. As Leandro put the car into Park, he turned to the two women.

"Are you gonna be alright with this?" he asked, directing his attention mostly towards Laura who seemed the most worried and uncomfortable with the situation.

They nodded but he saw Laura was clutching her robe tightly around her throat.

"Sure?"

"Let's get on with it," Laura said with asperity.

He stepped out of the car followed by the women. Laura and Prezlea-Lynn glanced at each other then as one shrugged off their bathrobe and hoody and tossed them into the car. They grinned nervously and blushed with embarrassment. Hoping to ease their predicament Leandro held his arms away from his body and allowed them to link arms. Having him with them gave the girls a feeling of security. Slowly they walked over to the others. Leandro was aware of his cock stiffening and hardening as he felt their body warmth on either side of him and their large boobs bouncing delightfully.

They walked over to the smoking barbecue and the smell of cooking chicken and burgers made his mouth water still more. Behind the grill stood the imposing figure of Deacon Jedediah Stearns himself. As usual he wore a white shirt with a large stainless steel cross prominently displayed. However, he also wore a blue and white striped butcher's apron. He smiled in welcome. By his side stood his wife, Libby, a plumpish woman in her mid-forties. She was slapping burgers into buns and applying relish or mustard before serving them to hungry partygoers. She was of medium height with dyed brown hair. She had a round, apple-cheeked face with only a trace of lipstick. Unlike all of the other women she wore an apron which swelled over her large breasts but otherwise she was naked.

"Glad you could make it, Brother John," Leandro said, his voice a deep rumble. "We'll have a word later. In the meantime, grab some food and a beer or two," he gestured to a child's inflatable paddling pool filled with ice in which bottles were floating, "and enjoy yourselves. Meanwhile, have some of this fruit punch -- it's very good. Libby made it herself." With that, Deacon Stearns handed each of them a full glass of punch which seemed to mostly consist of alcohol but with a sweet syrupy undertone.

The three helped themselves to burgers and napkins and moved away. Leandro found himself trying not to stare at all the women fully uncovered and naked. They were all worshippers at the Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke and ranged in age from late sixties down to their granddaughters of eighteen or nineteen or so. Some of the women stood with confidence allowing everyone to see everything while others stood shyly with one hand discreetly covering their privates. He glanced over at his two women and saw that Prezlea-Lynn, despite being younger and overweight, was more self-assured than Laura was.

Like many of the others, he was aware that people were looking at the women's bottoms, checking out who had been recently punished or not. He glanced at Laura's lovely posterior and saw that it was still cherry red from another spanking that morning but nowhere near as fiery as before. Maybe he should refresh that part of her anatomy at some point this evening. As Laura bit into her burger he saw her blanch visibly.

"What's that for?" she asked pointing to a heavy oak chair set in the middle of the lawn. She recognized it as coming from the church's sanctuary. Indeed, some weeks before, she had been bent over Leandro's lap as he sat on that chair, her bottom bared to view as she received a very public spanking.

Deacon Stearns walked over and heard her comment. "Listen: 'But he that knew not, and did commit things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten with few stripes. For unto whomsoever much is given, of him much shall be required: and to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more.' That is Luke 12 verse 48 if I am not mistaken. In this church, women are the helpmates of their fathers and husbands or partners and are bound to serve. And if a woman fails in her duties them she must be punished accordingly."

"That doesn't seem fair. Why are women singled out for punishment here and not men?" asked Laura nervously.

"Because that is how God has ordained matters," Stearns pronounced. "As Eve came out of Adam so a man is head. That is His divine will."

Laura wondered how Stearns could come out with this. Did the man have a direct line to God up in heaven? It sounded as if the man really believed in his self serving rubbish. She looked around and saw that young Prezlea-Lynn was nodding along and her eyes were gazing at the Deacon in rapt adoration.

"Enjoy your food and drink and we'll talk later," Stearns promised.

The burgers were excellent, succulent and juicy and the home-made relish set them off to perfection. Even better was the fruit punch which was served by Samuel Wolford. He poured another three generous portions into red party cups.

"Give honor unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, as being heirs together of the grace of life. That's in 1 Peter chapter 3, verse 7," Samuel said and toasted them as they drank. The punch was good and the girls drank deeply but Leandro thought it was far too sweet and merely sipped his. Samuel refilled their cups and the trio moved away to let others get refreshments. Leandro picked out a Coors from the icy water in the pool. That was more to his taste.

All the same, he was aware of a stirring in his already oak-hard cock and it felt like that pre-cum was leaking from its end. More, it seemed that everything had a heated, rosy glow to it and he felt an urge, an irresistible urge, to ram his stiff manhood into any available woman. He was glad he'd brought two to the party. He thought he'd need them. But a deep down, still rational part of his mind wondered at what aphrodisiacs had been poured into the punch? Some really strong stimulants for sure. He decided to stick to soft drinks in future as he wanted a clear mind as he had some plans for this evening. Then he grinned to himself at the thought that the girls had drunk far more of it that he had. What effects would it have on their bodies, he wondered?

"I need a piss," Prezlea-Lynn announced as she put her cup down on an empty table. There was a row of hired portable johns over at the far end of the yard and Leandro enjoyed the sight of her plump, rounded ass cheeks wobbling and bouncing in the evening sunlight as the plump young woman hurried away. Her cellulite dimpled as her buttocks flexed and he liked the way the shadows darkened her crease and upper thighs.

Laura glanced around to make sure there was nobody in earshot.

"How long are we going to put up with all this, John?" she asked furiously jerking him from his pleasant reverie. "I can't take much more of this misogyny. Let's finish this mission quickly. We could flip some of the lower level members of this group to rat out Stearns and Roemer."

Leandro shook his head. Despite Vasilakis's earlier warnings, he was in no hurry to end this. Where else could he get to see all these lusciously naked women grouped in one place? "That might not be good enough," he said sadly. "We need to build a case that is one hundred percent watertight. We don't want some slimy defense lawyer getting Stearns off on hearsay evidence."

A commotion disturbed their conversation. A man was dragging his teenage daughter over to the spanking chair. The man was about forty, wiry with ropey muscles and Leandro thought he'd seen him a few times at the shooting range. His daughter was slim with a petite build and looked younger than her eighteen years with tiny breasts, no more than AA cups, a narrow waist and sparse pubic hair. She was a complete contrast to the heavy-set Prezlea-Lynn. Her brown hair was disheveled as her father gripped her arm and led her, still struggling, to the spanking chair.

"Your grades have been bad, Sage, and you have done nothing about them. All you do is mope about in your room listening to trippy records," he shouted as he dragged her over his lap. "You wanna end up on welfare?"

"No, please, I'll do better," the girl pleaded as he held her in place over his lap with his left arm.

Prezlea-Lynn hurried over from the johns and stood by Leandro's side, her huge breasts quivering delightfully as she panted from her exertions.

"Oh, Sage is gonna get such a hiding. She's had this coming for ages," she pronounced with the benefits of her small town knowledge of all the local gossip.

The man raised his hand and brought it down hard across the girl's narrow, bony ass.

"Ouch, that's gonna hurt," Prezlea-Lynn said.

On his other side, Leandro felt Laura stiffening with agitation.

More blows landed across Sage's slender bottom and her legs were soon booting the air in pain and humiliation as her spanking continued. Sage cried out and begged for mercy. Her torso reared up, only held in place by his strong arm, showing her tiny breasts tipped by little strawberry nipples.

"This is so wrong. We need to stop this," Laura said.

"In good time," Leandro told her.

The father must be a lenient, kind hearted man because after only a few more hard swats across the girl's tenderized ass, he stopped and helped his daughter stand. She was in tears and hopped and skipped about rubbing her sore butt cheeks giving everyone a great view of her body.

"I hope you've learned your lesson, Sage. I don't wanna have to do that again," the man told her sternly. "But I will if I have to."

"I'm sorry, I'll work harder," the young girl promised through her sobs. "I've learned my lesson." She snuggled against her father for safety against the crowd's stares.

"Why don't you go fetch us all another burger?" Leandro told Laura and gave her a pat on her ass to send her on her way. He admired the flexion in her firm, toned buttocks and shapely thighs as she hurried away playing her role of obedient wife to perfection. He took no notice of her glare of rage though. Not long after, Samuel Wolford joined them, a bottle of Bud in his hand.

Leandro chatted with young Prezlea-Lynn about an upcoming assignment she was studying for as they waited for Laura's return. He found it difficult to focus on the conversation as his eyes couldn't help taking in Prezlea-Lynn's massive breasts with their large brown nipples. And the swell of her belly. The zaftig young woman had lost weight but was still a big girl. He was still amazed that the couple of spankings he had given her had transformed her attitude and behavior. He glanced at his watch.

"Where is that woman?" he asked himself. Having skipped lunch he was still a bit hungry and a second burger would be good. He looked around and saw her chattering with Cora Miller and a couple of other women near the barbecue. He turned back to Prezlea-Lynn.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Starving," she said with a grin. "And not just for food"

Eventually Laura and Cora made their way back to the trio with three burgers. Leandro noted that Laura held them across her breasts trying to conceal some part of her anatomy. Leandro took his and bit through the bun and into the meat patty. It wasn't cold but it wasn't hot either. Lukewarm at best and Leandro put it down half eaten. He caught Prezlea-Lynn's eye and, with some regret, she laid hers aside but kept glancing over at the barbecue.

"Those burgers were cold. You took too long bringing them back here," Samuel snapped, making his voice deliberately harsh. "Are you trying to give me food poisoning?"

"What? No! Of course not, don't be silly," Cora said. Her eyes opened in alarm.

"Being silly am I? Next time you'll bring my food over promptly."

Cora dropped her eyes and looked at the ground between her feet. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"I think a reminder is called for." With that, Samuel grasped her arm and dragged her over to the ominous spanking chair.

"No, please no," Cora said digging in her heels but she was powerless against his greater strength. Remorselessly he dragged over. As he did so a circle of people gathered round to watch her punishment.

Samuel sat the wood hard and unyielding against his thighs and hauled Cora across his lap. She cried out with shock but lay sprawled. In the amber evening sunshine, he saw that her ass cheeks were still cerise from where he had tanned her hide earlier that day while her body was pleasantly warm across his thighs. She felt soft yet firm and he felt his cock rise, pressing hard against her belly.

Deacon Stearns approached and admired the scene watching Samuel's hand raised above Cora's beautiful behind prior to giving her a good spanking.

"'He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his names' sake.' That's in Psalm 23 as you all must know," he said, turning to the gathering crowd keen to witness her punishment. "Please begin, Brother Samuel; leadeth your wife along the path of righteousness."

Leandro smiled to himself. He was going to enjoy this whether or not it helped them get closer to Stearns's inner circle. Sam looked around; taking in the avid gazes of the watchers, breathed in deeply then brought his hand down hard across Cora's ass cheeks. There was a momentary pause, no longer than a second, before she cried out with pain. As if that broke the dam, he brought his hand down again and again, covering her still sore bottom with his spanks. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The cracks sounded out across the yard followed by Cora's piteous cries of pain and humiliation. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Again and again the man smacked her bottom watching the bare flesh ripple beneath his blows while her skin deepened to a darker fiery red. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! There was no mercy for Cora and all too soon her legs were kicking up and down showing her sweet snatch to the crowd. Glancing around at the crowd Leandro saw that many of the men were sporting boners beneath their pants while all of the women had full, erect nipples while several had their hands between their legs -- whether for modesty or to heighten their sensations he wasn't sure. A final flurry of slaps landed across Cora's bruised posterior SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! And then Samuel decided to take things further. Much further. Resting his hand across Cora's buttocks he lowered it until he was cupping her soft, fleshy mound. Her slit felt so hot and wet and looking down he saw her vaginal lips were far more red and swollen and glistening with her own sweet juices than they should be. A heavenly scent of pussy reached his nostrils.