© Guyspencer 2012
Appointment for Contrition, Part 8
After his meeting with Reverend Februs and Sara at
Central Baptist Church, Dr. Lee rushed back to his church office in the hopes
of making some progress on Sunday’s sermon before his first Contrition
Appointment of the day. As he sat, a
painful twinge served as an unpleasant reminder of the paddling he had received
last night from Sister March.
He finally had ideas flowing for his sermon, when (to his
guilty consternation) Sister Gilbert arrived 20 minutes early for her
Sister Gilbert was a matronly, full-figured lady in her
50’s. There had always been sadness
about her that Dr. Lee couldn’t put a finger on. She had grown children who lived nearby and had
an obviously devoted husband, so there was no obvious reason for her
She seemed quite nervous. “I hope you don’t mind me being so early,”
she said, “but I thought we, errr, might need some extra time.”
Reluctantly, he put the sermon out of sight so that he
could properly concentrate on what the lady was saying.
“It’s about our Lady’s Circle meeting last week. Remember how Sara said that her,
umm…punishment cleared the guilt out of her head? Well I’ve been carrying terrible guilt around
for years. I betrayed some wonderful
people years ago, people who had put all of their trust in me, and now there’s
no way for me to make amends to them.
I’m truly sorry, and I feel the need to suffer some type of
punishment. When we had that vote about
sp-sp-spanking last Wednesday, it was like God was speaking straight to me. So here I am.”
Dr. Lee spoke carefully, “Let’s be sure that we both
understand what we are talking about. You
are requesting a spanking…correct?”
The lady swallowed before nodding her head in the
“Before we proceed further, you must first be totally
contrite, truly sorry for what you did and willing to do whatever it takes to
obtain forgiveness. You must bare
yourself; bare your soul, bare your heart, and yes… bare your body. Nothing must be held back; therefore you must
relinquish all control. Especially you
must relinquish the option of changing your mind, because spankings hurt, so
it’s perfectly human to want your spanking to stop before it’s over. Do you still wish to proceed?”
She looked him straight in the eye, with the first tears
running down her face. “Tell me what to
do Pastor Lee. I’m very serious about
He sighed inwardly.
He wasn’t really ready for this.
He had expected to have time to discuss the finer points of his
“Contrition” spanking procedures with Sister March and perhaps have the entire
procedure discussed at a Lady’s Circle meeting.
But here was a lady presenting herself to be spanked; almost insisting
“OK.” he said,” I believe that you are serious about
this. Soon we will need to figure out a
better way to do this, but here is how we will proceed today. First, do you need to visit the ladies room
before we start?”
Her cheeks colored at the intimate question, “No, I’ll be
“Then I will leave you alone (he looked at his watch) for
five minutes. When I return, I expect to
find you sitting in that chair just as you are now, except that you will have
used your privacy to remove all but your wedding ring.”
Her face turned white, and then beet red. “Surely you can’t mean…”
He interrupted, “Yes, I mean just that. If you are truly contrite,
you must give up control and hold nothing back.”
“But my body! It’s
old, I’m overweight…”
He interrupted again, “There’s no beauty contest
here. Baring your body will help you
bare your soul. As your pastor, I’m far
more interested in the later.”
“This is your last chance to back out.” he warned, “Either
way, I’m still your Pastor and I’m still here for you. What will it be?”
There was a long silence, and then finally the answer, “Can
I have those five minutes please?”
The Pastor left, and then paced restlessly around the
church the requisite five minutes. At
the appointed time, he entered his office without knocking. There was a pile of clothing on the floor. She sat naked in the chair, one arm across
her substantial breasts, a hand covering her lowest curls.
“Relax,” Dr. Lee soothed, “we’re here about your soul and
your guilt, not your body.”
Reluctantly, her arms dropped to her sides.
“Ok,” he said, “sitting behind his desk. You have bared your body, now bare your
soul. Tell me everything about why you
are here, even the painful parts, even the parts that you would rather not
Gradually she sobbed out the entire painful story. He asked probing questions, many of which
were painful for her to answer. When the
entire story was finally out, the Pastor agreed that she certainly deserved to
be spanked. In fact, she should have
been spanked years ago, but he couldn’t help that.
It seemed that Sister Gilbert had been given fiduciary
responsibility for her parent’s affairs in the months before their deaths. In the process, she had stolen some money
from their accounts. Although she had
unsuccessfully tried to rationalize that she was somehow “owed” the money, she
had been racked by terrible guilt. After
her parents had died, (only weeks apart) she had quietly repaid the money to
the estate. Unfortunately there was
never an opportunity for her to make amends with her parents. Now, years later, she was still troubled by
“Sister Gilbert,” he intoned gravely. “Lead us in prayer. Ask your Lord for forgiveness.”
She said a tearful prayer.
Dr. Lee pronounced sentence; “Our God is both
compassionate and all-knowing. I feel
that he sees your pain, your contrition and your guilt and has long ago
forgiven you. The reason for your
sadness is that you are too good a person to forgive yourself. So you are correct; you need to suffer a true
punishment for your sin so that you can let go of your own guilt. Kindly stand, and then slide your chair to
the center of the room.”
As the lady obeyed, the Pastor received his first glimpse
of her magnificent rump, two round, firm, white melons divided by an impressive
He went to a cupboard and retrieved the pillow. He had remained mostly soft “down there”, but
it was best to play safe. Like a king
claiming his throne, he sat in the chair.
He found it still warm from so lately being covered by Sister Gilbert’s
bare bottom. He laid the pillow across
his lap before motioning Sister Gilbert to stand in front of him. Now he got his first sniff of her. Her old-fashioned powdery fragrance gave him
a flashback to hazy memories of his teachers in his early years at school. Back then, it had occasionally been him
across their laps. Now the situation was
“Sister Gilbert,” he ordered, “Tell us why you are about
to be punished.”
She choked out a satisfactory answer; “Because I violated
a sacred trust by taking money that wasn’t mine, and because I’ve hid the truth
all of these years.”
That raised a question in the Pastor’s mind, “Did you
keep this from your husband also?”
She nodded miserably, “Until last night.”
“So he knows that you’re here and he expects you to be
“Yes to both questions.” she said. “But that won’t be the end of it. Keeping it from him was the same as lying to
him, lying for many years. That’s a
separate issue to be settled between him and me. He’s a good man, but he has promised me a
spanking after my bottom heals from whatever you do today.”
This was the first time any of the ladies in his church had
mentioned being spanked by their husbands, so naturally Dr. Lee was curious,
but he confined himself to a relevant question: “And that second spanking will settle things
between the two of you? Life goes back
to normal after that?”
“Yes,” she said, “And the sooner the better.”
He patted the pillow in his lap, “Then let’s do our part. Put yourself into position, with your bottom
nice and high.
As her head descended, she felt the sensation of her hair
hanging down towards the floor, and of gravity pulling at her breasts in an unaccustomed
direction. He felt his hands on her hips
gently but firmly guide her into position.
Then she heard his voice, deceptively soft, almost apologetic. He asked for her right hand.
“Here we go.” he warned, and then he planted four solid
spanks on each cheek without alternating sides.
She squealed then wailed “Owwwww”.
He paused to watch the hand prints merge together into
two pink blobs. In the same soft voice
he advised, “Don’t hold it in Sister Gilbert.
It’s OK to cry or to make any noises you wish, and it’ll help flush the
guilt out of your system.”
At that, she started openly sobbing. Dr. Lee took that as his cue to start the
spanking in earnest. Soon Sister Gilbert
was doing a horizontal dance across her Pastor’s lap, as her buttocks did an
impressive fandango of their own. They
were flattening and rippling with each spank, and then springing back into
shape in the short interval between spanks with a delectable bounce. The Pastor couldn’t see them, but her
breasts were flopping impressively.
Borrowing pages from Reverend Februs’s playbook, he
paused for a short question and answer period, and then restarted the spanking,
only this time concentrating on the backs of her well-padded thighs. Her urgent reactions confirmed the
sensitivity of that area. As with Sara
earlier, Sister Gilbert’s involuntary leg kicks provided the occasional opening
for spanks in her inner thigh area. Her
shrieks turned to frank screams.
After a pause for another Q&A session, Dr. Lee
switched his target back to Sister Gilbert’s bottom. After
a couple minutes of that treatment, they were both nearly out of breath, so Dr.
Lee took a long pause.
Using the last of the tricks he had learned from his
colleague that morning, he warned: “This will be the hardest part of your
spanking, but also the end. When it’s
over, you will have been properly punished and there will be no further reason
to feel guilty. Are you ready?”
“Mphnnnt” she said
The sound really didn’t mean much to Dr. Lee, except that
it didn’t sound anything like “No”, so he tightened his hold around her torso
and started vigorously spanking Sister Gilbert’s hind parts. Shocked by the sudden intensity, it took her
a few seconds to catch her breath.
Finally she managed a proper shriek.
She bucked and twisted and kicked, but the strong young Pastor easily held
her down. The spanking went on and on,
coloring her bottom cheeks and thighs to a red so dark that he was afraid of
bruising. Finally, after several minutes
of uninterrupted vigorous spanking he stopped just as quickly as he had
started. After a brief “quality control
check” for any spots he may have missed, he decided that the job had been
properly done. He had just delivered the
first official “Contrition Spanking” to a Ladies’ Circle member.
As he rubbed the lady’s back and cooed soft, calming
words to her, it occurred to him that for all the noise she made, never once
did Sister Gilbert beg him to stop.
Suddenly his respect for her took a huge jump.
He helped her up, making sure that she was steady on her
feet before releasing her. Sobbing, she
jogged in place, one hand on each cheek.
As he had before with Sara, he placed the pillow on the chair, and
finally induced her to sit for a short post-spanking interview and a final
prayer. When the interview and prayer
were done, it was almost time for his next appointment.
He stood, gave her a chaste hug across her shoulders, and
then told her that he would leave so that she could get dressed. “Why?” she said picking up her panties,
“You’ve seen it all by now. Please
stay. I’d feel better with you
here.” Dr. Lee agreed, sitting down
behind his desk. Uncomfortably, he
watched the lady dress. It was at that
moment that he got the idea for the white “Truth Gowns”. They would make for a much better procedure.
To his relief, Dr. Lee’s next two appointments were much
less dramatic, but still time consuming.
It was dark before he had made sufficient progress on his sermon. He went home to a late supper and to bring
Sister March up on events. As promised,
he saw Sara that evening to loan her a clock radio. Her latest spanking seemed to have helped, she
seemed organized and determined to get things right.
The next few weeks went by in a blur of activity.
Two days later, Dr. Lee had his first opportunity to
wield the paddle when, Sister March nervously presented herself for “paddling
practice”. She handed him the paddle,
dropped her robe, and then placed her nude body across his lap. As she had done with him, he started off with
a moderately hard hand spanking before switching to the paddle. Sister March found the pain excruciating. Despite herself, she howled and twisted in
agony. Exactly as she had feared, her
loud and violent reaction to the sting of the paddle made the gentle Pastor
stop the paddling too soon. It would
take several painful sessions over several weeks before she declared him
sufficiently skilled with the paddle.
The Pastor was very glad when that finally happened, because he had
insisted on receiving a paddling for each one he gave her. By now, Dr. Lee had great respect for the
power of that paddle. He would use it
when the proper time came, but never abuse it.
Meanwhile, Dr. Lee described his idea for a white “Truth
Gown” to Sister March. It wouldn’t be
just for spankings, but would be worn to all Contrition Appointments as a
symbol of openness, contrition, and piety.
That way, everybody would be exactly the same. Further, there would be no embarrassing
“strip-tease” if there were to be a spanking because the gown could simply be
doffed in seconds and then quickly put back on afterwards.
Sister March agreed.
She used her seamstress skills to design and make a gown. The next Wednesday it was shown to the entire
group, who unanimously voted to adopt them.
Over the next week, Sister March worked feverishly to produce one for
each lady’s Circle member.
The entire Contrition Protocol wasn’t quite yet in
place. For example, Intervention
Gatherings hadn’t even been thought of yet, and the strap had yet to be
introduced. These things were still in
the fuzzy future.
Increasingly on Dr. Lee’s mind was his desire for a
mate. He took every opportunity to visit
nearby churches in the hope of meeting a suitable young lady, but no luck yet.
In another matter, two teenage girls in the church were
about to achieve the magic age of 18. At
18 they would be eligible for confirmation, and to be recognized as adults and full
members of the church. Already they were
attending confirmation classes with Dr. Lee.
The Lady’s Circle group was abuzz with plans for their Confirmation
Ceremony and discussions as to how to handle their first Contrition
Dr. Lee treated the girls carefully, always with a veneer
of practiced professional detachment. As
near-adults, he didn’t speak to them as children, but they remained children in
the eyes of the church until the moment of their confirmation. Everyone in the church knew that following
their confirmation certain social barriers between the girls and their young
Pastor would fall because the girls would suddenly be marriage-eligible adults. Things would be much different!
© Guyspencer 2012