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Spanked in Church Ch. 05
Both John Leandro and Laura Schulten knew that the worst thing any agent could do while working undercover was to move too quickly as that is a red flag that raises suspicions in the intended target. Take it slowly, give yourself time to bed yourself in and become part of the landscape. So, rather than rushing, instead they made themselves known around the small town of West Union. Their neighbors seemed like good people and the nearby housewives brought round casseroles and lasagna and home made pies to welcome them to the neighborhood. And to satisfy their own curiosity about the new couple and whether they were the right sort. Laura wasn't sure but she thought she had seen one couple at the Deacon Stearns' Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke.
Laura made herself known as an artist by taking a number of sketches and joining the local library as well as checking in with the Goodwill to see if they could use another volunteer. She drove out on Wednesday and Thursday and parked halfway up a woods road and watched to see if there were any unusual visitors at the church. Meanwhile John tried to make his Economou Discount more profitable and stop it bleeding losses out the back door by staff thefts. His assembled team of slack-jawed losers gawked apathetically at him when he tried to instill some pride in their workplace during his first meeting with them. At the end, when he asked if there were any questions, he was met with a loud pop as Prezlea-Lynn snapped her gum. Early days, he told himself.
After his shift, he drove home to be greeted by a cooked meal. Laura was a decent cook and to maintain their personas she wanted to play the part of a devoted housewife.
"But don't get too used to it," she warned. "We're not really married, you hear me?"
That Sunday, they went early to the Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke. The southern Ohio countryside was beautiful with its rolling cornfields, red painted barns and neat farmhouses. It seemed a haven of traditional American values that had been lost elsewhere.
"Sure beats Philly, don't it?" John commented as he drove along with his elbow catching the morning sunshine out of the car window.
"Yes, it's beautiful around here," Laura admitted, "But we're only here to gather evidence."
Again, the parking lot was almost full when they arrived and they were greeted at the door by an older couple in their seventies. And again, they found a place near the front where they could better observe what was happening.
They sang, they listened as Deacon Stearns warned about the devastation of Jerusalem by the Babylonians and how the nest of vipers who were the venal politicians in DC were leading this great nation to its own destruction. But towards the end came the part that they were both waiting for. Leandro with some controlled excitement while Laura felt some anger within her as well.
"We cometh now to the part when God's holy people -- that's y'all -- witness punishment of a sinner. Is there any man who needs to administer a needed chastisement of a wrongdoer?" Deacon Stearns thundered.
Once more, several men's hands were raised. The pastor paused for a moment then pointed towards the back.
"Brother Langwiser. Is it thy daughter, Loretta, who needeth correcting again?"
All eyes turned to a beefy middle-aged man in a blue check shirt and pressed jeans. He wiped his brow. Leandro had seen him in the Economou Discount and thought he worked as a mechanic for a dealership.
"Unfortunately, yes, brethren. I've spoken to her about her laziness as she's never on time for college and her tutor tells me she never hands in her assignments on time. I'm worried she's gonna flunk college and then where will she end up?"
"Daddy, no!" the girl next to him protested. "I'll set my alarm and get up extra early and I'll even help out with the chores. Please don't spank me in front of everyone. Please..."
Mr. Langwiser made to sit down and it seemed that he was about to give in to his daughter's request until Deacon Stearns spoke up from the front of the church.
"Sloth is one of the seven deadly sins, Brother Langwiser. Do you want to doom your daughter's soul to an eternity in the fires of hell?"
Mr. Langwiser shook his head. "No, of course not."
"She needeth to learn the virtue of diligence in order to attain heavenly glory," Deacon Stearns said. "Praise the Lord!"
The congregation responded with a loud Amen.
With that, Mr. Langwiser pulled himself together, took hold of his daughter's arm by the elbow and led her up to the front. She did not struggle or protest and Laura thought the poor girl looked like a lamb being led to slaughter.
Leandro looked as they walked up the aisle. Loretta was a pretty girl of eighteen or nineteen of slim build with long, straightened hair dyed blond. She wore a cream colored T-shirt over dark jeggings, he thought they were called, and a pair of sandals which showed off her pink toenails. She had a pretty face with hazel eyes, a slightly long nose and pink lipstick on her full lips. Her eyes looked wildly around the church but nobody was going to help a sinner like her.
They reached the front and Mr. Langwiser sat in that heavy oak chair.
"Take off your pants and panties and bend over," her father said. He tried to sound stern and unyielding but Leandro thought that the man would rather be anywhere else than here now that the full realization of what he was going to do hit home.
