Saturday, April 07, 2012

Appointment for Contrition, Part 5

© Guyspencer 2012

Appointment for Contrition, Part 5

Things were progressing nicely with the Ladies Circle and the gradual introduction of the Contrition Protocol.  Dr. Lee was quite busy with his Contrition Appointments, although punishments (interventions) weren’t yet a part of them.  Even so, he felt that he was making progress in understanding and (perhaps) helping the ladies’ issues, and saw no urgent reason for spankings.  However, events overtook him.

Dr. Lee was in his office working on his Sunday sermon, when the phone rang.  It was Police Sergeant Jones, who fortuitously was a member of the congregation. 

“Dr. Lee, we have Sara Osborne in custody here.  I can’t believe it, but she’s been arrested for shoplifting.  Officially, I can’t do anything to help her.  Can you please come downtown right away?  Perhaps we can figure some way for you to help her.”

Dr. Lee knew Sara Osborne well.  She was a member of the congregation, a married lady in her early 20’s, with no children.  He remembered Sara as an attractive lady who always seemed to be dressed a bit better than those around her.  Her husband was an oil worker who was gone for weeks at a time.  At her Contrition Appointments, Sara had admitted to a few problems, but shoplifting wasn’t among them.  There had to be some mistake!

At the police station, Sergeant Jones took Dr. Lee into the evidence room to play a surveillance tape from the store where Sara had been arrested.  Her crime was unmistakable.  She had clearly looked all around, but had missed the surveillance camera before palming the item and hiding it in her purse.

Claiming error or innocence was impossible, so his efforts turned to getting her released.  After gaining permission from the church board, Dr. Lee quickly drove back to the church, to pick up a check.  Back at the police station, he left a substantial check as a returnable bond, and then drove the released Sara back to his office.  In the privacy of his office they talked and prayed for nearly two hours.  After first denying it, Sara finally confessed that she had been “living a lie”.  She had been shoplifting since before her marriage, and had never before been caught.  Her husband had no idea of her thefts.  She had no particular money problems, her husband actually made good money.  Shoplifting was just an adrenalin addiction with her.

After a long talk, Dr. Lee decided that Sara was truly repentant and truly ready for a change.  But now what?  How to get her out of her legal situation?  To be fair, jail was unlikely for a first-offense, but a criminal record would publicly stigmatize this young lady for the rest of her life.  Could that be avoided?

Dr. Lee realized that he had options that weren’t available to any judge.  A plan started to form.  His plan even came with a new name; “Church-Based Correction”.  He laid it out to Sara.  “First, you would have to accept a real punishment.  It would be humbling, memorable and painful, but not dangerous.  Then we will work together on your counseling and behavior modification.  We will find you a community service volunteer job to keep you occupied.  I think that will really help us with the judge.  If you wish to do this, I will require your full cooperation for the next several months until we’re sure that you are cured.  Alternatively, we must work your case through the criminal justice system; it’s your choice.  Either way, your church family and I will be here to support you. ” 

She asked for more details of that “humbling, memorable and painful punishment” and was shocked when the Pastor frankly described it without the slightest sugar coating.

He waited several long moments for her answer.  Finally, with a sigh and a blush, she agreed. 

“Must it really be bare?” she asked.

He answered firmly.  “Your Church-Based Correction wouldn’t be negotiable.  You either agree to give up all control and to fully obey, even when obeying hurts or is difficult, inconvenient, or embarrassing.  Your only other option is with the criminal justice system.  Do you wish to reconsider?”

Her answer was clear, “No, Sir.  I’m ready for my spanking.”

“Sorry to make you wait,” he replied, “but spanking you now would cost us leverage with the store manager and the judge.  First, we’ll face the store manager to try to convince him of our plan, and then we will request a private meeting with the judge.  We must convince the judge, but it’ll help if we convince the store manager first.  This will be difficult for you, but consider it part of your punishment.”


The interview with the store manager was tense, and initially unpromising.

“Naturally you’re here to talk me into dropping the charges.  That’s what all shoplifters want from us, but it’s our policy to always prosecute to the full extent of the law.”

Dr. Lee saw his chance!  “Yes, the ‘full extent of the law’, but I’m not trying to reduce Sara’s punishment, I’m here to propose ‘Church-Based Correction’.  The church can go considerably beyond ‘the full extent of the law’, at least beyond man’s law.  I propose to give Sara a humbling and memorable punishment what isn’t available to the judge.  Then we will find Sara a volunteer job to keep her occupied.  She will do real community service.  In addition, her shopping will be supervised by either her husband or other church members, and she will attend regular counseling sessions in my office until I’m confident that her behavior is altered.  The judge could only do a fraction of that.”

The man rocked back in his chair.  “I understand everything except that first part.  And how will I know that you would actually do any of these things you promise?”

“You could accept my word as a man of God.” Dr. Lee responded.  “Are you a believer?  A church member?”

“Yes, both,” the man said somewhat defensively.  “I’m a member of Central Baptist.”

“Great,” Dr. Lee enthused, “That’s Reverend Februs, a valued colleague. To set your mind at ease, please invite him to our Ladies’ Circle meeting at noon next Wednesday.  He will see Sara here confess her crime to the group, describe her punishment, and ask the group for support.”

At this revelation Sara blushed darkly, but nodded her reluctant agreement.

Jotting the information down, the manager said “I’ll do that.  Now elaborate on that first part you mentioned.”

Reluctantly, Dr. Lee turned to Sara, “May I Sara?  Realistically, the Judge will need to know also.”

She looked at the floor, wishing she could disappear into it.  Finally she nodded.

Turning to the manager, Dr. Lee said, “This stays in this office?”  The man nodded.  “Then I’ll tell you, in confidence.  Sara will receive a spanking, a memorable spanking.  I will do the job myself.  That’s a punishment that’s totally outside of any Judge’s power.”

The Manager looked at Sara, “You have agreed to this and you promise to submit to it and to fully cooperate through the rest of the program that Dr. Lee has outlined?

Sara met his eyes.  “Yes Sir, I do.”

He blew out his cheeks and laid his head back in thought.  “OK, I’m convinced.  I’ll notify the Judge today that I’m dropping charges.  But you’ll still need to convince the Judge.

“Thank you sir,” Dr. Lee enthused, jumping up and offering the man his hand.  “You won’t be sorry.”

The next day, they had a meeting with the Judge, which went somewhat easier.  He listened carefully as Dr. Lee outlined his proposed “Church-Based Correction” plan for Sara.  Not surprisingly, the judge had a few questions.  His first one was to clarify “that first part”.  His eyebrows shot up when Dr. Lee gave him a clear answer.  The judge looked at Sara, “Do you freely consent to this, errr, program?  …all of it?”

She looked him straight in the eye. “Yes your honor.”

“Then see that you do,” he warned, “At one word from your Pastor, you could be right back in front of me.”

 To ensure Sara’s compliance, the Judge didn’t immediately dismiss the charges, instead putting the case on 180 days abeyance.  The judge returned the church’s bond and officially released Sara to the recognizance of Dr. Lee and the “Faith Temple Church-Based Correction Program”.   If Sara complied fully with her church-based correction and counseling program to Dr. Lee’s satisfaction and didn’t re-offend, then he would automatically expunge her file.  Dr. Lee promised to provide regular reports on Sara.

By then, it was nearly evening.  After calling ahead, he drove Sara to Sister March’s house for supper.  Sara didn’t really wish to face Sister March, but Dr. Lee gave her no choice.  Sara expected scorn from Sister March, but instead found compassion.

Sara missed her husband, who would be working on an oil platform for several more weeks before returning home.  Eating with Dr. Lee and Sister March was almost like family life again.  They enjoyed a nice home cooked meal followed by desert.  She helped Sister March clear the table.  Only then, over coffee, did they sit down to discuss Sara’s situation.  First, he told Sister March of their success with the Judge. (She already knew of the meeting with the store manager and the entire church-based correction program.) 

With a gulp Sara said, “I guess the next step is my errr…”

“Spanking?” Dr. Lee said helpfully. 

She colored prettily, “Yes, that.  Trying to lighten the mood she said, “My bottom is at your disposal sir.”

Trying not to think too hard about Sara’s bottom, Dr. Lee responded. “You have one choice concerning your punishment.  All other details are up to me.”

“Yes sir?” she asked.

“Your punishment will occur tomorrow morning in my office.  Do you wish it in private, or would you feel more comfortable with Sister March as a witness?  Before you answer, remember that you must disrobe for the event.”

Her bottom tightened at that reminder, but finally she answered. “With respect Sister March, I totally trust Dr. Lee.  I would prefer my punishment in private.

Shortly later, Dr. Lee drove Sara to her home.  As she got out of the car he said, “I’ll see you at nine o’clock sharp tomorrow morning.”

She gulped and unconsciously reached for her bottom. a gesture he found darling.  “Yes sir”, she answered.

That night was torment for Sara.  Not showing up for her punishment was unthinkable.  She had promised to be there, so she would.  Part of her was dreading tomorrow’s ordeal, but a secret, rebellious part of her thought differently.  She found herself dreamily picturing herself totally at the young Pastor’s mercy.  What would that be like?  What did he mean by “disrobe?”    Did that mean just her outer clothing? Raised skirt and lowered panties? …or truly everything?  Would it be with some implement?  …or just his hand?  Whenever she tried to raise any of these questions with Dr. Lee, he had just reminded her that her spanking was non-negotiable and totally up to him.

Those weeks when her husband was away at the oil platform, it wasn’t unusual for the young wife to masturbate herself to sleep.  That’s what it finally took that night to make sleep come.  But to her private shame, it was Dr. Lee who she was visualizing when those delightful tension-easing contractions started.


In his bed, Dr. Lee was having similar problems sleeping.  For the last two days, he had been watching the outline of Sara’s bottom in whatever outfit she was wearing.  Tomorrow, he would see it bare.  He would see the rest of her too!  It took all of his self-control, but he didn’t touch himself that night.  Tomorrow morning, when he dealt with Sara, he wanted the pressure to be freshly relieved, so he waited until morning before finally pleasuring himself.  The relief was truly heavenly!

The next morning, Dr. Lee arrived at his church office at his usual time.  As he walked in, he was carrying a shopping bag.  Inside the bag, were several items he had borrowed from Sister March.  Thirty minutes later, at precisely nine, there was a knock at his office door.  Even today, Sara was dressed up.  As was typical for her, she wore a businesslike skirt and blouse.  Her hair was done up high, she was wearing makeup and various jewelry along with platform shoes. Dr. Lee had already figured out that this penchant for “dressing up” was part of Sara’s defense against the world.  But it was his job to strip away her defenses!

He greeted her, offered her a cup of coffee, and then after a prayer he started a counseling session with no reference to her coming spanking.  He surreptitiously watched as she squirmed in nervous discomfort. 

Finally, just when she was starting to allow herself to believe that there wasn’t going to be a spanking he asked, “Is there anything else we need to cover before your punishment?” 

She colored, her heart rate doubled, she took a gasp of air, “No sir.”

He stood, reached into the bag, and produced a washcloth, towel, a small paper bag and a sheet.  “Leave your purse and shoes here.  Take these things to the ladies room.  Scrub off all your makeup and let your hair down.  Then remove everything from your body that you weren’t born with, except your wedding ring.  The bag is for your jewelry.  Use the facilities if you can, and then wrap yourself in the sheet before you return here.  Don’t delay.  Be back here in ten minutes, preferably less.

With a tearful nod and a sob, the lady took the items and then left the room.

While he was waiting, Dr. Lee dialed Reverend Februs at Central Baptist.  He confirmed the Reverend’s visit to the next Ladies’ Circle meeting.  The Reverend had some questions!

“Oh yes!” Dr. Lee answered, “I’m quite serious about spanking the young lady.  In fact, she’s in the lady’s room preparing as we speak.”

Naturally, this piqued the Reverend’s interest.  He had several more questions, each more detailed than the other!  Finally, Dr. Lee arranged for him to arrive before the meeting, so he could be briefed on “Church-Based Correction” and on the emerging Contrition Protocol.  Then he could attend the meeting and see for himself.
Suddenly, Pastor Lee had an inspiration.  “Say Reverend Februs, don’t you have a low-income day care program at your church?”

“Yes,” the Reverend replied, “but it’s struggling.  Good help is scarce at the salary we can afford to offer.”

Reverend Februs happily accepted Pastor Lee’s offer of Sara’s volunteer services.  Now Sara had her community service job!

Pastor Lee barely had time to place a sturdy chair into the center of his office before Sara’s return.  With her hair down, her makeup and jewelry removed, and without her platform shoes she looked like a different person; a much shorter, younger person. 

The sheet wrapped around her made him smile a bit.  The first image that popped into his brain was the Statue of Liberty.  Yes, she was swaddled like the statue, but she hardly looked regal right now.  The other image was that of a long-ago freshman college toga party. 

He had a simple way to dispel the toga party image; “Lock the door behind you, and then remove the sheet Sara.  That was just to cover you for your walk back through the church.  Don’t bother folding it up, you’ll need it after your spanking”

Sara colored.  Reluctantly she relinquished the sheet, draping it over an unused chair. 

This was the moment that Dr. Lee had been dreading.  The sight of the undraped lady had a predictable effect on the young man.  Sara was a married woman.  Surely the meaning of the bulge in his pants wouldn’t be lost on her.    

Quickly he grabbed the last item from the bag, the pillow from his own bed.  He plopped himself on the chair, before placing the pillow in his lap.  He motioned Sara to his front, before giving the lady a long look.  He tried to concentrate on her eyes, but that was quite impossible.  Besides the full unveiling of her near-voluptuous body, the change in her was astonishing.  Gone was the sharp, nicely-dressed façade she usually presented to the world.  This person looked more like a fully-blossomed high-school girl than a married lady.  Her frame was compact, but her figure was memorable.  If you subtracted ten pounds and two bra sizes, you would probably call her petite. From the front, the swell of her hips promised a round, spankable bottom.  He would see that seen enough!  If he had been a bit more experienced with women, the neat trim at her groin would have told him that she wore brief swimwear.

“Do you understand why I needed you to appear without your mask?”

Perplexed, she asked, “Mask?”

“Yes Sara, mask.  You never let others see the real Sara, do you?  Just like you hid your shoplifting, you never let others see the real you, that beautiful person that God made.”

She thought a moment, “You’re talking about my makeup and my hairdo and stuff, and not about me being naked?”

“Exactly Sara!  Your shoplifting isn’t the only thing you hide, there is much more.  We need to bring out the real Sara, there’s no need to hide her.”

The Pastor had struck a nerve.  Sara started to cry, tears that weren’t about her imminent spanking.  He wanted to hug her, tell her all be better soon, but he didn’t dare.  The gesture might be misconstrued, or worse, it might not stop there.  He gave her a tissue.  A few minutes later she had regained control.  It was time for her spanking.

Modulating his voice to something he imagined was “gently stern” he said, “I’m not your parent, so you don’t get a lecture, but there’s a definite message to this spanking.”

“Yes sir?” She said

“What’s the eighth commandment?”

She wasn’t entirely sure, but the context gave her a big hint! “Thou shalt not steal?” she asked timidly.

“Exactly!” he said sternly. “If nothing else, that’s today’s lesson.  As I spank you, I want that phrase running through your head.  If in the middle of your spanking I ask you what you are thinking, what are you going to say?

“Thou shalt not steal”.

“Correct” he enthused, “and don’t think I won’t ask!” 

“Is there anything else you wish to say or ask before we start?”

He face twisted in an attempt to stop a sob, the lady shook her head “No”.

He patted the pillow in his lap.  “Then climb aboard, so we can get this behind us.”

She walked to his right side, took a couple mincing steps that put her knees against his hip, and then gingerly lowered herself across his pillow-covered lap.  With his hands on her hips, he adjusted her.  Her feet were off the ground, her hair brushed the ground.  She didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands, but finally settled for a death-grip on the chair legs.

This gave Dr. Lee his first good look at Sara’s backside.  Her bottom was as perfect as he had imagined.  Unlike Sister March’s bottom, Sara’s was so firm and resilient that her mounds remained slightly separated.  A little pucker-hole peeked up at him from the bottom of her secret valley. Her clean-woman aroma assaulted his senses.  Had he been a truly experienced connoisseur of femininity, his nose might have detected the faint overtones of female arousal.

Lying across her Pastor’s lap, Sara was well aware of her arousal.  It made her confused and slightly guilty.  Perhaps it was fortunate that she was too overwhelmed to notice her Pastor’s condition.  This whole morning had been such an emotional roller coaster that her brain was simply too muddled to notice such things.

His stern voice brought her mind back to the present; “What are you thinking Sara”?

Her mind had to scramble for the proper answer. “Thou shalt not steal.”

“Hold that thought” he commanded.  She felt his restraining arm tighten.  Moments later, her right buttock, and then her left erupted in pain as the Pastor planted one hard smack in the center of each. 

As he watched the white handprints quickly turn red, he was reminded of watching an image suddenly appear on a photo paper dunked in a developer tank back in his childhood. 

“Say it again Sara.”

“Thou shalt not steal”

This time the Pastor responded with a flurry of medium-hard spanks.  Sara tried to buck and twist, but to little avail.  The surprise and the overwhelming sting took her breath away.  Totally against logic, it occurred to her that there must be some mistake, a spanking wasn’t supposed to hurt this much.  Frantically, she tried to explain that concept to Pastor Lee. “Oh no, it hurts, wait-a-minute, stop, wait, STOOOPPP!”  She only succeeded in verifying that her spanking was off to a good start.  His response was to dial up the heat another notch.

Sara’s voice quickly rose up through the octaves.  The spanking sounds and her shrill response filled up the little office.  Enough sound leaked out to be clearly audible anywhere in the sanctuary.  Fortunately for Sara, there was nobody there to hear it.

In many ways this was a new experience for Dr. Lee.  Sara was smaller and lighter than Sister March, and seemed to be much more mobile.  In response to the sting, she fluttered her feet, which imparted a charming kinetic aspect to her bottom cheeks.  Compared to Sister March, Sara was a drama queen, making an amazing fuss over her spanking.  Unfortunately for Sara, much like a cheering section, her fuss actually spurred the Pastor on, to greater efforts.

When he felt Sara’s struggles decrease, and her crying take on a less strident, but deeper character, the spanking entered a new phase.  Now he spanked slower, more deliberately, as he looked for any missed spots on her bottom or upper thighs, and carefully ensured that her entire bottom was spanked to an even, deep patina that was just short of bruising.  

He paused.

“What have we learned today Sara?”

To her, his voice sounded far away, almost in another room.  The proper answer to the question seemed similarly remote.  Finally she dredged it up, “Thou shalt not steal.”

“Say it again!”

“Thou shalt not steal”

“Do you think you’ve learned that lesson now?”

“Yes sir!”

“OK then,” he warned, “We’ll give you a few more spanks just to be sure.”

He tightened his hold around her waist, and then quickly rained ten last spanks down on her bottom.  They weren’t bruisers, but were calculated to be just hard enough to re-ignite every nerve ending in her bottom.  The lady shrieked and kicked wildly as she rode out the last few seconds of her punishment.    

Together they endured several awkward minutes as Sara cried herself out.  Again, the Paster longed to comfort her, to take her in his arms, to hug her until her tears stopped; but that simply wasn’t appropriate.  He allowed himself to rub between her shoulder blades and speak gently to her, but that was as far as he could go.  When she finally seemed to gain a bit of composure, he allowed her up. 

The first part of Sara’s “Church-Based Correction was over.  Looking back later, Dr. Lee would realize that this spanking was a turning point for not only Sara, but for the entire congregation!      

© Guyspencer 2012

Appointment for Contrition, Part 4

© Guyspencer 2012

Appointment for Contrition, Part 4 

Over a the next few months, bit by bit, the “Contrition Protocol” was born in Sister March’s living room. 

For the next several evenings after Dr. Lee’s first spanking, they excitedly talked and planned.  They already had agreed on what they wanted to accomplish, now they needed a plan of action.  Ultimately they decided to start by forming a “women’s circle” group, which would meet at the church weekly.  They would do everything possible to make the meetings pleasant and fruitful, and to encourage 100% attendance.  The individual counseling sessions would spring from the group meetings.  First they would encourage individual sessions only with those few who needed help the worst, but then eventually all members would be involved.  Punishments would be gradually introduced only when (or if) they would be beneficial in each case.

“We need to counsel our members until they see their own role in causing their troubles,” the young Pastor explained, “they must be contrite and yearn for change before we can help them.”

Sister March’s face lit up, “Contrite, I like that concept.  Let’s call them ‘Contrition’ Meetings.”

And so their plan had a name, “Contrition”.  Later, Sister March came to call the whole scheme the “Contrition Protocol”, but Dr. Lee thought that a bit pretentious.  He usually called it simply “Contrition.”  Since the individual counseling sessions would be scheduled in advance, he called them “Contrition Appointments”.  

They wasted little time organizing the “Ladies Circle” meetings.  They were lunchtime on Wednesdays, and soon became very popular.  More than 90% of the female congregation was there every week.

Meanwhile, both Sister March and Dr. Lee were laying the foundations for what was to come.  Dr. Lee spent considerable time preparing for each Ladies Circle meeting.  He wanted each meeting to be vibrant and interesting to maintain attendance, but he also wanted to lead the ladies towards introspection.  Also, in preparation for his imminent role as counselor, he was reviewing his seminary school psychology texts. 

Sister March also did her part to prepare Dr. Lee.  As she had expected, one spanking didn’t solve all of young Dr. Lee’s issues.  This was valuable experience, because together they were learning the limits of spanking as a behavior modification tool.  The immediate effect of Dr. Lee’s first spanking was to reduce his sex drive, reduce his guilt, and make him much less likely to actually engage in sex.  However, that reduction in his sex drive disappeared almost as soon as the sting did.  After all, sex drive comes from the “hard wired” part of a man’s brain, and so resists change.  However, the other two effects were much longer lasting.

On a weekly basis, they continued those odd “Counseling” sessions where Dr. Lee unburdened himself to Sister March. Sometimes those sessions ended with Dr. Lee back across Sister March’s lap, but usually not.  “Just in case” the Young Pastor always wore those same pajamas so they could be easily doffed.  (It was probably those white pajamas that later triggered the idea of the white “Truth” gowns.) Fortunately, those spankings served to assuage the Pastor’s feelings of guilt, and made him think twice before jumping into bed with any other women.

Other preparations continued:
One day she told him, “Soon it will be your turn to spank me.  When that happens I don’t know how I will react, but I want you to spank me hard regardless.  Having been recently spanked, you have some idea how long and how hard a spanking is supposed to be, so I trust you.  Use just your hand, but spank my bottom bright red and make me cry!  If I beg you to stop, ignore me and do your job.  Understand?”

Surprised, the young man said “What if I injure you?”

“Bottoms are tough, there’s really little chance of that.  Like I said, I trust you.”

He started to protest, but seeing her mouth tighten into a firm, stubborn line, he shyly nodded agreement.

Dr. Lee honestly never thought of Sister March in a sexual way, but he couldn’t help but wonder; in what state of dress or undress would she be in for her spanking?

One evening about a week later, Sister March asked Dr. Lee if he could spare time to give her a “counseling session”.  They agreed to meet in the living room at nine.

Promptly at nine, Dr. Lee strode into the living room to find Sister March.  They sat down, shared a prayer, and started to talk.  Sister March was wearing a housecoat, but that wasn’t unusual for her.

After some preliminary conversation, Sister March started talking about guilt, and then steered the conversation to some shameful events in her past.  As the conversation continued, she managed to dredge up some old feelings of genuine guilt and shed real tears.  Smoothly taking his cue, Dr. Lee started talking about forgiveness and salvation and how someone should express true remorse and through some act of contrition seek the inspiration and strength to truly change their lives.

“I can help with that,” he said, “help you down the path of contrition.  God’s forgiveness is infinite, but self-forgiveness is less certain.  You could accept a real consequence to help expunge your guilt so you can get on with your life and on with God’s work.  I’m suggesting that you simply humble yourself enough to submit to an intervention, it would be a moderate spanking”.

She looked at him with big eyes, playing a part. “Will it hurt?”

“Yes Sister March.  God’s forgiveness is between him and you, but the best path to your self-forgiveness is to suffer a real consequence.  So yes, you must suffer.  Also you may find the process embarrassing, but at least it will be private; just us and God.”

She looked down, and then nodded solemnly, significantly. 

“And so you are truly contrite, truly ready for change and truly ready to accept your consequence?”

“Yes Pastor”

“Then stand Sister March.”

When she obeyed, Dr. Lee took the same chair that Sister March had previously used to spank him.  He motioned for her to come to him.

Unsure what (if anything) Sister March planned to bare, he purposely left his instructions vague. “Prepare yourself, and then prostrate yourself across my lap.”

His heart skipped several beats as her fingers went to the buttons on her housecoat.  She started at the top, and then worked her way down.  Halfway down, he could clearly see that she was braless.  Button number 6, revealed her navel.  The next button exposed a triangle of hair.  She shrugged off the garment and stood before him naked.

Sister March was old enough to be his mother.  He had expected to see sagging flesh and fragile parchment skin.  Instead, he saw a vision of amazingly preserved, albeit mature, femininity. Her moderately-sized breasts still mostly defied gravity.  Her belly, through self-discipline, good diet and fortunate genes, was still mostly flat.  Her hips were rounded and flattered the rest of her full figure.  With a sigh, she lowered herself across his lap, and onto his erection.  Then it became obvious that Sister March’s state of preservation extended to her bottom.  It appeared to be full, firm, round, and remarkably spankable. 

The young Pastor blushed, knowing that she couldn’t possibly have missed feeling his erection.

Sister March did indeed feel the lump, and was vaguely complimented, but she had other matters on her mind just then.  Even though she had purposely instigated this whole situation, her guilty mood and the tears she had summoned were quite real, as was the spanking she was poised to receive.  Her last spanking had been over a decade ago, at the hands of her departed husband.  Even though she knew she was a free and eligible woman, and even though men had offered, she hadn’t dated since her husband’s death.  This position, lying naked across this young man’s lap, was suddenly igniting embers that had been quite cold for the last several years.  She knew that it would never be with Dr. Lee, but suddenly she found herself yearning for intimate male companionship.

The first spank, soundly delivered to the apex of her right buttock brought her mind back to the business-at-hand.  Her mouth formed an “O” when the sting registered, and her right leg gave a little surprised kick.  Seconds later, her left buttock had a similar meeting with the Pastor’s open hand.  That caused the lady to twist her bottom away from her young Pastor.  His first lesson learned, he stopped for just a moment to urge her back into position and to wrap his left arm firmly around her waist.  She found this new snug closeness comforting at first, but it wasn’t lost on her that he had pinned her down and made her helpless, made her a mere passenger on the runaway bus that was her imminent butt-reddening.

The Pastor looked in wonder at the twin orbs, each now decorated by one red handprint.  He decided the handprints looked lonely and needed company, so Sister March’s spanking started in earnest.  As she had earlier vowed to herself, Sister March took her punishment in silence for as long as possible.  She feared that the gentle Pastor would stop too soon if she gave vent to her feelings, so she bit her lip and concentrated on holding still while the spanks rained down on her unprotected bottom.  Also, to keep from distracting the young man with an impromptu gynecological display, she tried to keep her legs firmly together.  She eventually failed on both accounts.

Naturally, there were many thoughts and sensations buzzing through the Pastor’s head.  For the rest of his life he would remember the sight of that bottom turning colors, deforming with each spank, wiggling, jiggling, and then impossibly popping back into its God-given male-enticing shape.  He was surprised at the sting in his spanking hand, and naturally, he wondered what Sister March was feeling.  To his shame, her increasingly urgent movements stimulated that certain part of him that betrayed his prurient interest.

He delivered the spanking in a firm and measured fashion.  In due course, he felt the lady stiffen, and then gradually start to struggle.  Against her will, her right hand set off on a mission to deflect some of the blows from her stinging bottom.  He stopped momentarily.  With gentle words, he persuaded her to place the errant hand onto her back so he could safely restrain it.

Steeling himself, he started again, distinctly harder and faster than before.  In a voice several octaves higher than usual she squealed “No, no, nooooooo.”  Those were the last intelligible words she spoke until several minutes later.  As the spanking continued, the lady squealed, shrieked, and then finally dissolved into genuine tears.  Her sobbing nonplussed him, quickly sabotaging his resolve.  The spanking trailed off.  Dr. Lee sat there, rubbing the lady’s back, looking at her red bottom and feeling like a bully. 

When she regained her composure, he released her, and then helped her back to her feet, averting his gaze from her nakedness.  She reached back ruefully to rub the sting from her bottom, and pranced just a bit.  Quickly he stood, grabbed her housecoat, and draped it over her shoulders to hide her nakedness.  She actually managed a smile.  He started to apologize for hurting her, but she quickly touched his lips to stop him.

“You did just fine!  There’s nothing to apologize for.  We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”  With that, the lady retreated to her bedroom for the evening.   

Sister March lay on her bed, face down. The spanking had awakened notions and urges that she had previously assumed were forever in her past.  She tried to picture the last man who had spanked her, her late husband.  Try as she might, she couldn’t summon his face.  It was both sad and liberating to discover that his ghost was truly gone.  She had genuinely loved the man, and had always been faithful to him,  But for the first time since her marriage at 18, she felt like a free woman.

With a new interest, her thoughts turned to the two widowers in the congregation.  Both had individually expressed interest in her, but she had put them off.  Bob was a sweet guy.  She imagined him here in her bedroom taking care of her and somehow trying to doctor her sore bottom.  That was interesting, but not interesting enough. 

Henry was quite different from gentle Bob.  Henry was an impressive, masterful guy, a retired police sergeant who was used to getting his way.  She imagined herself, panties down, squirming across Henry’s lap as he spanked her red.  She squeezed her bottom to bring back some of the sting.  It had been ages since she had last pleasured herself, but one never forgets how.  Her hand slipped down past her belly to find its mark. It just seemed like the thing to do.

She slept the sleep of the dead.  It was the best night’s sleep she had enjoyed in years.  Was it the spanking or the climax?  She couldn’t decide.  Lazing in bed, she thought of the pastor.  She was still determined to allow him to practice spanking her, but it would only get more painful after last night’s session.  Last night’s spanking had ended too soon.  Further, the Pastor’s technique would surely improve with practice and with the tips she intended to provide.  Each time it would be embarrassing for him to see her expose her body and then see her undignified display as she thrashed, kicked, shrieked, begged, and cried real tears.  Still, she saw this as a unique opportunity to do God’s work. Further, she hadn’t mentioned to him yet, but he also would need some practice with a paddle, and eventually a strap.  The paddle and strap would hurt much worse!  Later her bottom would throb and take days to heal.  She told herself that this would be her unique sacrifice for the good of the congregation.

When she finally crawled out of bed, much later than usual, she walked out of her bedroom expecting to be alone in the house.  It was past time for the Pastor to be in his office, but instead she found him nursing a cup of coffee in the kitchen with a worried look on his face.  He stood as soon as he spied her, “Sister March, are you OK?”

“I’m just fine,” she replied in a hearty voice.  Softer she asked, “Are you still worried that you hurt me?” 

She could tell by the look on his face that it was true.  Then she got an audacious idea.  It would embarrass them both, but it would set his heart at ease.  Turning her back to him, she bent down to undo the bottom few buttons on her housecoat.  She bent over, hiked her housecoat, and mooned the startled young man.  To his surprise, her bottom was unmarked.  It had fully recovered overnight.

“See?” she said, “I wasn’t going to bring this up until this evening, but you actually stopped that spanking two or three minutes too soon.  Next time, I’m sure you’ll do a better job.”

His face red from blushing, he heaved a sigh of relief.

“I would never have asked you for that peek Sister March, but I appreciate it.  I feel better now.  I was really feeling like a bully.”

“I don’t see why you shouldn’t see it.” She remarked airily, “You had a good close look at it last night, and you still need practice, so you’ll be seeing more of it soon.”

The man blushed even more.

That evening, and thereafter the evening after each of Sister March’s spankings, they held sort of a “debriefing” to discuss each spanking.  Also Sister March offered tips, such as the location of especially sensitive spots.  She always made it clear that she fully expected him to try out this new knowledge on her own bottom at their next session! 

Dr. Lee took the opportunity to ask if their spankings really needed to be given in the nude.  Sister March was adamant on that point.  “First, you need to actually see the bottom you are spanking for safety reasons, and also to be sure you are doing a good job.  But just as important are the psychological reasons.  Being nude symbolizes that the person has given up all control and is offering herself for correction with nothing held back.  Also, it’s a symbol of truth and openness, because nothing is hidden.” 

“Besides,” she said, “We’re all adults.  By now we all know the shapes God made our male and female bodies into.  It would be different if we were talking about disciplining children.”

After a moment’s thought, Dr. Lee could only agree.

So over the next few weeks, Sister March loaned her bottom for three more hand spankings.  Dr. Lee did a much better job on the second one, but overdid it a bit on the third attempt, leaving bruises.  She gave her bottom two weeks rest before presenting it to Dr. Lee for his last hand spanking practice.  After she recovered, she pronounced that one perfect!  Now she still had to convince him to “qualify” with a paddle, and then a strap, but that could come later.  She honestly wasn’t looking forward to feeling those implements, and knew that they would do some temporary damage to her bottom, but she knew it would soon be necessary
Over this time, Dr. Lee continued to unburden himself to Sister March in weekly “counseling sessions”.  He was showing improvement!  Only one more session ended up with Dr. Lee over Sister March’s lap.

Meanwhile, the “Contrition Protocol” was gradually being introduced to a willing and growing group of ladies.  They did it in a truly democratic way.  Each element of the Protocol was introduced through a careful “guided discussion” where the Pastor cleverly led to group to a pre-ordained conclusion.  Then they would vote, always seeming to vote the way he had intended, and to do so unanimously. Sister March helped by planting ideas in the ladies’ minds whenever she got the chance.   If nothing else, the young Pastor was persuasive.  At the end, the ladies thought everything was their own idea!  Attendance at the Ladies Circle meetings themselves, started out as “optional”, then became “highly suggested” and then finally was voted to be mandatory for all adult female members.  Likewise, the individual consoling meetings were at first offered only to a few special cases, but were now open to all members of the Ladies Circle, and became known as “Contrition Appointments.”  The ladies didn’t know it yet, but soon they would unanimously vote to make them mandatory.

No mention had yet been made of spanking any congregation members, but that would happen soon! 

© Guyspencer 2012

Appointment for Contrition, Part 3

© Guyspencer 2012

Appointment for Contrition, Part 3

Since the arrival of Dr. Lee, Faith Temple had grown nicely, but it still wasn’t large enough to own a parsonage.  Perhaps that was one reason why the church hired a young unmarried Pastor.  Since Dr. Lee’s housing needs were simple, the church easily and cheaply found him lodging in the home of a retired widow, Sister March.  Sister March also happened to be the most prominent member of the church’s governing board.  This left Dr. Lee and Sister March in an interesting situation.   Dr. Lee was indisputably Sister March’s Pastor, which (spiritually speaking) put him in a position superior to her.  But Sister March was not only Dr. Lee’s landlord, she was effectively his boss!

Sister March, an ex-seamstress, retired early when her husband died, leaving her with a generous life insurance payout.   Her two grown sons have long since left home, so she lives by herself very close to the church.  Though in her early sixties, she takes care of herself and has a surprisingly firm, full-figured, and well-preserved body, which she tends to hide with long skirts and modest clothing.  Perhaps in her younger years, she was somewhat Amazonian. Today, her wide shoulders, high hairstyle, and mid-height heals combine to give her a commanding, robust appearance.  Though regal and formidable at first impression, she can also be very kind and understanding.  

Together, Sister March and Dr. Lee created and perfected what came to be known as the “Contrition Protocol”, which proved to be amazingly  popular and was very good for Faith Temple and its congregation.  This is the story of how that happened.


On the surface, Dr. Lee and Sister March’s relationship seemed very normal.  Under the surface however, there was some definite strangeness.
It all started out with a bit of guilt…

Dr. Lee was a young man with achingly normal sex drive and sexual proclivities.   Therefore despite his vocation, he was subject to the same pressures and temptations as any man of his age.  Because of his position, he very assiduously maintained all of the appropriate boundaries in matters that pertained to the church and its congregation.  As a Pastor, he was a paragon of virtue, a man you could confidently leave alone with your wife or maturing daughter.  His private behavior however, was a somewhat different matter.

As is appropriate for a young bachelor, Dr. Lee did “go out” some evenings and do the things that young singles do.  This specifically included frequenting establishments where he was likely to meet unattached ladies, though he was careful to choose places where he was unlikely to meet members of his church.   Since he was single and had every right to do this, Sister March never felt that this was her business.  Yes, she would have preferred that Dr. Lee court a member of the church, but there was a definite lack of eligible young ladies.  The future looked a bit brighter.  There were two young ladies in the congregation who were close, but still technically underage.

The young Pastor and the old lady often shared long conversations.  Sometimes they were about arcane points of religion, sometimes about life in general, but most often about the problems and the needs of the congregation.  They both saw a general disintegration of family life and social values in their flock.  In fact, there had been two tragic divorces in the last six months!  They both agreed that Dr. Lee’s ministry shouldn’t end just at church services, but must somehow address the individual issues of his flock.  They both prayed about it, and bounced ideas off each other, but no solution seemed apparent.
As months passed, Sister March noticed with mixed emotions that Dr. Lee had never brought a lady “home” for a visit, yet he often came home with a faint fragrance that told her that he had been consorting with women.  At first she considered it his private affair.  Then one day, unable to stop herself, she asked him if he “had met any nice ladies lately”.   Sister March had raised two boys, so she knew what guilt looked like when she saw it written all over the young man’s face!
Nothing else was said until weeks later when Dr. Lee, in an introspective mood, remarked “Sometimes a Pastor really misses having a Pastor to talk to”.  Noticing that the words were spoken from definite pain, Sister March suggested, “Why don’t you and I have a private counseling session.  Temporarily, we will agree to change positions.  I will act as your Pastor while you unburden your heart.  We will discuss whatever is in your mind, with the understanding that all will remain right here in this room.  Afterwards, you return to your role as my Pastor”

After a moment’s hesitation, the young Pastor agreed.  They shared a prayer, and then he haltingly began to talk.  The problem was indeed women!  Three times in recent months, the young man had ended up in some woman’s bed.  Once, there had been unprotected sex.  He was terribly contrite about all this, yet Sister March understood the temptations that torment young men.

It was after an offhand comment about how she had dealt with her sons when they had unsuccessfully faced the same temptations that she noticed a new hunger in the man’s eyes.  She took a chance, “I still have that old hairbrush you know; the one I once used on my sons.  I can tell you from personal experience that it will focus a young man’s attention.”

He started to demur, “I can’t.  You see I might…  You’d think I’m some sort of…”

She skewered him with a mother’s gaze, “You mean you might have an erection?”  He didn’t answer, but she could see that she had hit the target.  “I had 30 years of marriage and raised two sons.  You think I haven’t seen an erection?  Yes, I know they happen, and I know they’re not really under your control. It’s nothing to worry about”

She waited for him to speak, but he just stared, somehow skewered to the spot by the audacity of Sister March’s suggestion.
“OK” she said briskly, “You need time to pray and think about this.  Yes, perhaps it’s a shocking idea, but I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think it was the best thing for you.  If you decide that a spanking would help your conscience and help you fight temptation, come see me when you are ready for bed.  My hairbrush and I will be right here, ready for business.  If you decide against it, that’s OK too.  Nothing more will be said.”

With anguish and embarrassment on his face, Dr. Lee gave the distinguished lady a squeeze, thanked her, and left the room.  

Sister March had a quiet evening by herself.  She heard not a sound out of Dr. Lee’s room.  Just in case, she went to her bedroom and found her old wooden hairbrush.  She carried it out to the living room, and then placed it on the coffee table.  Before settling again, she closed the curtains tightly.

It was nearly 10 when his door opened and he crept out to the living room dressed in a pair of white pajamas.  His eyes were downcast, but fixed on the waiting hairbrush.  He had obviously decided on the spanking.

“Two things” she warned, “First, there will be no mention of this tomorrow.  This doesn’t change your status as my Pastor or our relationship.” 
He nodded thankfully.

“Second,” she continued, “this is your last chance to back out.  Otherwise you agree to submit to the entire punishment, which will be much the same as my sons used to receive.”

He finally spoke, “I won’t back out.”

Signaling the temporary change in their status, Sister March used his first name, a liberty she had never taken before: “OK then Robert, you may remove your pajamas.”

His eyes widened.

“But I’m not wearing…”

“…underwear?  Good, because they would need to come off also. I said you would get spanked the same way my sons got it, and they got it bare.”

“Top and b-bottoms?”

“Yes, everything.” 

Naturally, he removed his top first, but that left nothing for the man to do but finish the job.  As he pushed the elastic down past his groin, his penis popped free and pointed at the lady who was about to spank him.  She watched the progress of his blush with something like scientific interest.

Moments later, the young Pastor was over the lady’s lap.  Sister March was a church elder, but that doesn’t make her a weakling.  In particular, years of sewing and cutting fabrics had left her with strong wrists and hands. 

He settled in; his private bits dangled between her thighs, his eyes looked down at the carpet, his white bottom was the apex of his arched body.  She wrapped her left arm firmly around his waist, as if she were temporarily claiming property rights.  The total effect was one of chaste intimacy, intimacy of an intensity the young Pastor hadn’t experienced since childhood.   

In a kind voice she said, “If you feel like crying, let it out.  I won’t tell and the emotional release will do you a world of good.  …Are you ready?”
He bobbed his head, which she took as a “yes”.

She delivered each stroke of the hairbrush with a ferocious snap of that strong wrist.  Unprepared for the intensity, Dr. Lee kicked and howled from the very first fall of the brush.  His tight buttocks quickly turned pink, and then progressed to red.  At one point he tried to twist his bottom away from her.  It didn’t do him any good, but it did give her a satisfying glimpse of a freshly deflated penis.   Now she knew for sure that her efforts were having an effect.

At first, a thousand thoughts were flooding through the young man’s head.  Naturally, fear was high among them, and there was certainly embarrassment at his exposed condition and the humbling punishment he was submitting to.  But there were deeper thoughts; there were memories of his childhood punishments, and thoughts of his parents, there were vague sexual emotions, and there was a strange comfort that came with having this woman take charge and take him in hand.  But then the increasing sting in his bottom started to intrude into this rich amalgam of thought.  

Like peeling away the layers of an onion, that nasty hairbrush displaced his thoughts, brushing them away until only the red-hot sting occupied his mind.  What could he do, what could he say to convince this lady that it was time to stop spanking his bottom?  Obviously, he had totally lost control of the situation, temporarily ceded all control to Sister March.  There was nothing to do but ride out the sting, howl piteously, and allow the searing, cleansing pain to do its job of clearing out his head. 

It wasn’t a long spanking, perhaps only 30 hard blows, but it was plenty hard enough to make his physical effects last a couple days.  Sister March knew that the young man would need more than one sore bottom before his issues were resolved, so she didn’t want to scare him away after only one spanking.

As she expected, it was enough of a spanking to push him over the edge.  Still lying across her lap, and still quite bare, the young Pastor sobbed for several minutes after it was over.  Finally she helped him to his feet and dressed him as if he were a child.  She gave him a few minutes to recover, and then suggested he go to bed.  There were no hugs or kisses; they were neither lovers nor parent & child, so loving gestures between them didn’t feel appropriate.


The next evening, Dr. Lee obviously wanted to talk, so Sister March made them both tea. 

“I know we said there would be no mention of … errr … last night, but I just want to tell you that what you did put my mind at rest.  That was just what I needed.  Thank you Sister March.”

And then he said the words that changed Faith Temple forever: “I just wish I could send a few of our ladies to you.  A good spanking would straighten them right out.”

Sister March looked thoughtful, and didn’t speak for a long moment.  Finally a look of triumphant wonder came over her face, “No,” she purred, “That wouldn’t do because I’m not their Pastor.  That’s you.  But perhaps God just sent us the answer we have been seeking!”

Dr. Lee’s eyes got large.  “Me? Spank a lady?  Oh no. I could never do that.  Even if that were acceptable and even if the ladies would submit, I still couldn’t.  I would ummm, embarrass myself.
 “Worrying about erections again young man?  Don’t. For whatever reason, God didn’t put those under men’s control.  So therefore men can’t be blamed for them. It’s your free-will actions that God judges you by, the involuntary reactions of your body are of no consequence.”

Dr. Lee tried one last time: “But I don’t know how to give a spanking.  I could injure someone.”

Immediately Sister March saw that she must make a sacrifice.  …Or was it a sacrifice?

“Don’t worry about your inexperience,” she said confidently, “This is something we will need to introduce to the congregation step by careful step.  It will take weeks or months for us to get to the point where you might actually need to punish anyone.”

Then she dropped her bombshell; “By then, you will have had plenty of practice.  You will practice on me!” 

© Guyspencer 2012