Read parts 1 and 2 for context
Everyone is 18+
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It hurt. Even with the alcohol clouding my head I could feel that my father wasn't holding back during this punishment. With one hand holding my hair, pressing my face down into the cushion between his thigh and Reverend Steve's, my father's other hand was viciously slapping my bare bottom. Over and over, he hit me until I started to cry and whimper but even then I knew better than to beg him to stop. This was not the first time I had earned a spanking, I had been a difficult child sometimes, and I knew from experience asking him to stop would only make him angry. When he noticed I was crying he laughed at me.
"If you can't handle being punished like a sinful little whore, maybe you shouldn't be acting like one. I mean, for God's sake Beth here we are, all of us trying to teach you how to behave like a good God-fearing woman should. To offer men comfort in service of the Lord, and you can't even stop that filthy gash between your legs from dripping and cumming while you should be learning" he's lecturing me as he continues to spank much more slowly, but hitting the same few spots incredibly hard now.
I feel someone take my hand, and hope it is Reverend Steve offering a bit of comfort. He strokes my fingers lightly for a second, then pulls my hand into his lap and wraps it around his hard shaft. I start sobbing loudly when I realize that he wasn't trying to comfort me at all, just show me again what I am there to learn. I can hear the men all have a chuckle about how much harder I have started to cry, and the Reverend is now moving my hand up and down to stroke himself.
My father takes the hand out of my hair, and puts it on my back to keep me in his lap as his other hand spread my knees open so that my kitty is showing. "The little slut's hole is still dripping, even with her ass beaten red" he announces. "Guess this pussy needs to be spanked too!"
The spanking on my bottom was nothing compared to how much it hurt when I felt him slap my kitty. I was so puffy and swollen down there from everything the men had been doing to me, and when my father hit me it set off every nerve ending. I screamed loudly and closed my legs, which was the wrong thing to do.
My father was furious, grabbed my hair and shoved me to the floor. Still holding my hair, Father slapped my face a few times then drug me over to the room's bed. "If you EVER close your legs when I am in the room again, I lock you in the basement with no food for a week you stupid slut! I own that pussy, and it needs to be trained. That means you do what I say, when I say it. Are we clear, Beth?" he shouted at me as I was sobbing on the bed.
"Yes, Father!" I try to say through my tears. "I'm sorry, sir, I'm so sorry! Please don't punish my kitty anymore Father, please!"