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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.
