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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.
