Appointment for Contrition, Part 7
After receiving the distressing phone call from Reverend
Februs, Dr. Lee had driven straight to Central Baptist Church. He arrived moments after Sara. The two clergymen confronted Sara in the
privacy of the church office. As always,
they started with a prayer, asking for guidance in this matter.
As before, Sara was wearing her simple uniform of staff
T-shirt, cargo shorts, tennis shoes, and baseball hat. As before, she looked natural, refreshing,
and (frankly) ravishing. His heart started
to melt, but he steeled himself to his job.
Dr. Lee turned to Sara.
“I can’t believe it Sara! Over
the last two weeks you have been so unreliable, that the Reverend here is
considering firing you; firing you from a volunteer job! Are you really so unreliable that you can’t
even hold a volunteer job?”
Her face melted as if she had been struck. Tears immediately gushed. “Please Reverend Februs, please give me
another chance. I’m not used to getting
up so early in the morning, but I’m a fast learner. I promise I’ll do better!”
“But you promised me the same thing before” he explained
in a reasonable tone of voice, “Yet here we are. We have responsibilities to these children
and we have state staffing ratios we must maintain. An unreliable employee is worse than useless
to me.”
“Please Reverend Februs, Please! You don’t understand how much I’ve come to
like it here. I never knew I liked kids
so much. They love me and I love them. I’m a natural here. I know I deserve to be punished, but please
give me a chance to make this right.”
Dr. Lee spoke up, “It’s very appropriate that you should
mention punishment Sara, because that’s exactly what I’m here to propose. If Reverend Februs can be talked into giving
you another chance, I propose to punish you right here and now, using a method
you are intimately familiar with. To
remedy your tardiness problem, I will loan you a clock radio, which you will place
in your bedroom, but out of reach from your bed. You will adjust it to play loud, irritating
music if you don’t get out of bed on time.
At 8:10 every morning, you will dial Sister March and wish her a good
morning just to be doubly sure you are awake.
Do you think that will work?
“Yes!” she cried, “Oh yes please!”
He turned to Reverend Februs. “And sir, will you accept that as a
solution?”
With a show of reluctance, the Reverend nodded
agreement. “I guess this means I should
leave you two alone for a few minutes?”
“No sir,” Dr. Lee replied, “I think it’s perfectly
appropriate and fair for you to remain. “
Sara blushed scarlet, but said nothing.
Dr. Lee continued, “Besides being a man of God, you’re also
both a married man and a father, so you know what a bare bottom looks like, and
I suspect you are familiar with spankings.”
“The bible tells us to not spare the rod,” he replied,
“Yes, I spank my children when it’s required, and I counsel the parents in my
congregation to do the same.”
“In that case Sara,” Dr. Lee said, as he moved a chair
purposely to the middle of the room, “you may remove your shoes.”
She bent over to untie her shoes, and then kicked them
off. By now, Dr. Lee was sitting in the
chair. Automatically, she walked over to
face him, her cheeks wet with tears.
“Don’t be too rough on yourself.” Dr. Lee soothed. “You’re a wonderful person. You said yourself that you are good with the
kids, and Reverend Februs agrees. If I
believed that expecting you to arrive to work on time was too much to ask, I
would never punish you for it. You are
allowing those clouds in your brain to sabotage you. I won’t allow it, and neither will Reverend
Februs. It may not feel like it right
now, but were both here to help you.”
With tears still flowing, Sara nodded her understanding.
“Sara, Is there anything else we need to discuss before we
begin?”
Sniffling, she shook her head.
“Come around to my side and then uncover your bottom for
me.”
She obeyed, unbuttoning her shorts before hooking her
thumbs into both her shorts and panties to push them down to mid-thigh. He took her hand to guide her over his
lap. The chair was somewhat low, so her
toes dug into the carpet. Her legs bent
at the knees.
Reverend Februs watched the scene from behind his
desk. For better or worse, Sara’s feet were
pointed directly at him. His view of the
proceedings couldn’t be better. He
wondered what his wife would think of this.
A thought formed in his mind.
When he started spanking the ladies from the Ladies Circle he soon
planned to form at his own church (he had no doubt it would happen) he would
recruit his wife as the “designated witness”.
As he watched the first few spanks redden Sara’s bottom, Reverend
Februs did his very best to maintain a professional state of mind, but still he
felt a pressure in his groin. As Sara began to protest loudly, and then start
to buck and kick, the most private parts of Sara’s gorgeous anatomy became
known to the Reverend. He could have
closed his eyes, perhaps to say a prayer to help Sara through her ordeal, but
somehow the thought never occurred to the good Reverend.
Dr. Lee delivered a vigorous spanking, but not a terribly
long one. Perhaps the pain of his own
paddled bottom, made temporarily worse by the hard chair and Sara’s weight on
his lap, generated some sort of sympathy.
Still Sara was bawling, twisting, kicking, and bicycling her legs in response
to the spanks. It wasn’t in Dr. Lee’s
plans, but her bent legs, her antics, and gravity combined forces to overcome
friction. Obeying the laws of physics,
her pants and panties descended to the backs of her knees.
After only about two minutes of vigorous spanking, Dr.
Lee stopped. Rather too quickly, he
allowed the bawling lady to her feet.
Gravity finished the job of depantsing her! Sara’s pants and panties dropped to her
ankles. Surprised and hurting, Sara
nearly tripped. Fortunately, one foot
came clear of the mess. Squalling and
rubbing her bottom, Sara danced around the room with the clothing clinging to
her one ankle. Finally she kicked
herself free of the mess. It had been
Dr. Lee’s honest intent to only bare Sara’s bottom and then quickly restore her
clothing afterwards, but in his inexperience he had lost control of the
situation. Now Sara danced around the
room clad only in her bra and a T-shirt that was too short to cover anything below
her waist.
It was far too late to worry about modesty, so Dr. Lee
simply concentrated on helping Sara calm down.
Finally he managed it.
When the time seemed to be right he asked, “Sara is there
anything you wish to say to Reverend Februs?”
She paused to think.
New tears dampened her pretty cheeks.
Reverend Februs filled the silence by offering Sara a
tissue. She thanked him, and then honked
loudly into it to clear her nose. He
offered her a fresh one for her tears.
By now, the red-bottomed lady was visibly shaking. She finally addressed Reverend Februs, “I’m
tempted to tell you that there’s no way for me to express my sorrow at my behavior,
or to show you how serious I am about improving. But the truth is that there’s a perfectly
obvious way for me to do both of those things.
It just scares me a bit.”
Puzzlement showed on the faces of both clergymen.
Sara walked around to the back of Reverend Februs’s
desk. “Reverend, would you please push
your chair away from your desk?”
Suddenly both men simultaneously caught her intent. The Reverend looked at Dr. Lee for guidance.
Dr. Lee thought through the possibilities quickly, “Are
you sure this is what you want to do Sara?
Your bottom must already be pretty tender.”
“Yes it hurts.” she admitted, “But not half as much as it
did after you spanked me before. I think
that there’s still something to be settled between me and Reverend Februs. It scares me; I know I’ll be regretting it shortly,
but this feels like the right thing to do.”
Dr. Lee nodded significantly at the Reverend. With a show of reluctance, He pushed his
chair away from his desk.
“W-when you start sp-spanking me, I’ll probably beg you
to stop, but p-please don’t,” she begged, “At least, not until you’ve done a
good job and all is settled between us.”
Solemnly, the man nodded his agreement. “It may not seem like it over the next few
minutes Sara, but I’m your friend, and so is Dr. Lee. Both of us want only what’s best for you, but
I also must think of our children and their parents. That’s why you must learn this lesson and
learn it well!”
Soberly and tearfully, she nodded her agreement.
“Well,” he continued looking at her nakedness, you seem
to be properly dressed for the occasion, so let’s get started.”
He patted his
lap. Sara put her still-red, still-bare
bottom into the correct place for further attention. She closed her eyes, gripped the chair legs
tightly, and steeled herself for what was to come.
Perhaps it was a protective gesture towards Sara, perhaps
it was to assert his continuing authority over her, or perhaps it was for some
more basic motivation; but Dr. Lee walked behind the desk, selecting a vantage
that just happened to afford an optimal view. Recently, Dr. Lee had experienced spanking
from both the top and bottom perspective, but this was his first time as an
observer.
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Reverend Februs had a very conversational spanking
style. He believed in combining a
spanking with a sort of sermon/lecture/quiz.
He started out with a moderate, peppering all over her
bottom. It was designed to gain her
attention, to ensure her tears were flowing well, and to reawaken every nerve
ending in her bottom.
She squirmed as the sting built. Fascinated, Dr. Lee watched Sara’s buttocks flatten
with each blow, and then jiggle back into their natural enticing shape. As the Reverend worked, they quickly took on
a darker hue.
The Reverend stopped to review with Sara the reasons for
her punishment. He did it in the form of
a series of questions. He punctuated
each question with a spank, and then spanked for each of Sara’s answer that
displeased him or didn’t come fast enough.
When he felt that subject had been sufficiently covered,
he segued into the next subject by applying about 30 seconds of vigorous
spanking. She kicked, squealed, and scissored
her legs, unknowingly favoring Dr. Lee with intimate, albeit fleeting, peeks of
her most personal charms.
The Reverend continued this pattern for perhaps fifteen
minutes, mini conversations followed by mini spankings. He never raised his voice, forcing Sara to
curtail her own vocalizations so that she could hear and answer his constant
barrage of questions. Dr. Lee soon came
to understand that he was watching a master in action. He wondered how Reverend Februs had gotten so
much spanking practice; surely not from just spanking his children?
In the meantime, Sara’s bottom continued to turn a deeper
shade of red. Also the Reverend
concentrated on her upper thighs, previously untouched by Pastor Lee’s
spanking. Those spanks to her thighs
made Sara kick or scissor her legs, which naturally spread her thighs apart,
which in turn presented the Reverend with opportunities to land spanks on her
tender inner thighs, opportunities he seldom overlooked.
Finally he stopped, stopped just long enough to explain
his next move to Sara, “OK Sara, you’re probably tired of hearing me talk and
especially tired of answering my questions, so I’m about to shut up and just
spank for a while. When I’m done, all
will be square between us. I’ll accept
you back as a worker, and you will be the reliable asset that this daycare
really needs. Is that fair enough?”
Her answer came filtered through her sobs, “Y-Y-yes sir.”
“This will be the hardest part of your spanking” he
warned. “Make all the noise you
want. Get it out of your system.”
“Oh no!” she wailed, but it was too late, the Reverend
had already started spanking.
She wailed, she kicked, she twisted, she screeched. None of it made the slightest
difference. The Reverend simply held her
down and expertly delivered a continuous volley of spanks to her buttocks, sit
spots, upper thighs, and occasionally her inner thighs. It was all over in about two minutes. Dr. Lee could see that Sara had been spanked
just short of bruising. It was a perfect
job!
He kept the anguished lady over his lap for a further
five minutes, rubbing her back, and calming her in that same level tone of
voice. Finally, when the time seemed
right, he allowed her up. At first, she
ignored the proffered tissue, while she did her now-familiar post-spanking
prance and ass-rub. At last she stopped
to cry out her last few tears, and finally accepted a tissue and used it to
clear her nose.
Reverend Februs stood to give her a chaste, sideways
hug. Squeamishly, shyly, Dr. Lee copied
the gesture. Yet again, he dreamed of
the day he would finally find a wife; hopefully a wonderful, desirable young lady
much like Sara. The Reverend pointed
Sara to his tiny private washroom. “Why
don’t you go in there to get yourself dressed and cleaned up Sara?” With mumbled thanks, Sara gathered her
clothes before shambling into the washroom and closing the door behind her.
“That was a masterful performance” Dr. Lee said in a low
voice calculated to not carry into the washroom. “I think I learned a few things just watching
you.” The Reverend actually blushed, but
didn’t elaborate on how he had come to be such an accomplished spanker.
When Sara came out wearing her staff shorts and T-shirt,
he noticed that no spank marks showed below her uniform shorts. The Reverend had known exactly how far down
to spank. Suddenly, Dr. Lee wondered how
many daycare employees had been spanked in this office. Regardless, the man seemed fair enough in his
dealings with Sara, and the other employees seemed to worship him.
With a final few words, the men sent Sara off to her
job. Lee & Februs shook hands and
parted. They agreed that they expected
no further tardiness problems from Sara.
Dr. Lee soon left for his office. He had only had one more hour to work
undisturbed on his sermon before the first of three Contrition Appointments
scheduled for that afternoon. Little did
he know that he still had another lady to spank that day!
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