Friday, April 07, 2017

Master Class

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Master Class

It was early evening, when Edward Simmons rang the doorbell of the Kline residence, the home of his bride-to-be, Linda Kline.

Linda's parents genuinely liked young Ed, but they didn't make his life easy! Even though he was formally engaged to their daughter and their wedding was only weeks away, they still mercilessly guarded her virtue.

One of the price tags that the Klines had put on their blessing for the engagement was for Ed to join their church, and for the couple to complete a full course of premarital counseling with Pastor Rollins. It was to one of those counseling sessions that Ed expected to take Linda that evening. She always met him at the door, but then he was expected to dutifully enter the house to make polite conversation with the alert parents, and to explain where he was taking their daughter and when he promised to return her, before he was allowed to leave with Linda.

Finally, the young couple would be together in the front seat of Ed's car for a few cherished minutes of togetherness before they arrived at the church parsonage for their counseling session with Pastor Rollins. Mercifully, those sessions rarely lasted more than an hour. After that, Ed was obligated to take Linda straight home. Edward had learned the hard way that any unauthorized deviation from a direct route home would earn his precious Linda a sore bottom at the hands of her parents.


As usual, Ed heard the doorbell chime when he pushed the button. It took slightly longer than usual for Linda to answer the door, but finally it opened. Also unusual was that Linda didn't emerge to embrace him, but instead hid behind the door as she invited him in. Once the door was safely closed, Ed finally got his hug, but it was offered without Linda's usual exuberance. Ed took her shoulders, and held her at arm's length. Quickly he noted that she was wearing a long nightgown and a longer face. Her eyes were damp and red, obviously this was the face of a girl who had been crying.

“What's wrong Linda? Are you sick?”

“No”, she explained, “just in trouble with my parents.”

“Oh”, he replied. Ed had been looking forward to one-on-one time with his fiancee (limited as it may be) and was as disappointed as he was concerned about Linda being in some sort of “trouble”.

“So we're not going to premarital counseling today?”

She answered enigmatically, “Actually, yes, but not at the parsonage. Pastor Rollins is coming here instead.”

Seeing Ed's confusion, she grabbed him by the arm and spoke urgently, but just above a whisper, “Whatever happens, do what the Pastor and my parents say, and do it well. This will be very important to them, so our future could depend on it. It will hurt me, but just do it!”

Ed tried to learn more, but she pointedly ignored his questions and simply led him to her parents, who greeted him as normal.

Finally Ed tried the direct approach, “Mr and Mrs Kline, will you please tell me what is happening?”

Gerald Kline didn't answer directly, but said, “Linda, tell your fiancee why you are in trouble.”

Linda sobbed softly, and then looked down before answering, “I was disrespectful to mother, and there's no excuse for that. I'm sorry Ed. I don't know what got into me.”

“I'm disappointed in you Linda,” he replied, “But I can see that this is a matter between you and your parents. I'd better go.”

Ed was surprised and mystified when all three Klines simultaneously said, “no” (or variations thereof).

It was Mr. Kline who explained, “Ed, this is something that Linda occasionally does. The cure is simple, but it only works for a few months at a time. So eventually, it's inevitable that your new wife will treat you the same way that she treats her parents. When that happens, it will be your job to apply the “cure”. So today's little behavior problem with Linda also presents an opportunity. Your pre-marriage counseling was scheduled to include training on Christian Domestic Discipline, so the Pastor has decided to move that lesson up to today. He should be here any minute.

As Mr. Kline spoke, Linda cringed and blushed, but her body language betrayed no disagreement with her father's astounding (astounding to Ed, anyhow) announcement. In fact, her chin bobbed distinctly up and down, a private message aimed directly at Ed.

Ed's mind worked furiously, mentally rotating disjointed pieces of knowledge until they fit together into a picture of him witnessing Linda receive a parental spanking. He considered asserting himself to protect her, or at least demurring and insisting on departing before any spanking happened. But that clearly wasn't what Linda wanted. Linda had implied that whatever was about to happen was important to their future together, and he wanted a future with Linda more than he wanted anything else in the world! So Ed decided to go along with the situation, but could barely contain his curiosity.


Just then the doorbell rang. Linda dutifully went to answer the door, and then shortly returned with Pastor Rollins.

After the usual greetings and pleasantries, the Pastor gathered everybody in the living room. First he mentioned several Bible passages that support his church's view that the husband is supposed to be “the head of the household”, and that the wife should submit to him. He emphasized that marriage was a partnership and that no husband should be a tyrant, but instead he should be the family's benevolent and Godly leader.

From there, the Pastor segued to the subject of Christian Domestic Discipline (CDD), which is the means by which the husband can lovingly enforce his leadership. Ed's eyes widened as the Pastor endorsed modest and measured husband/wife spanking among the main methods for a husband to assert his authority.

The Pastor paused his talk to inquire about Ed's experience with spanking. Ed explained that he came from a “spanking family”. He had received paternal spankings until his late teens, but hadn't been spanked for a couple of years, although he knew that Linda was still spanked. In response to the Pastor's questioning, he explained that he doubted if his father ever spanked his mother, and that the idea of marital spanking was new to him.

That's when a rather obvious penny dropped in Ed's head. In surprise, he looked at Gerald and Sylvia Kline, the question etched in his expression unmistakable. Sylvia blushed prettily as Mr Kline explained, “Yes Edward, Sylvia and I practice Christian Domestic Discipline, but it's a private thing between us, surely not something we advertise. You will soon be family, so we are trusting you with this information. Linda is very much like her mother, which is how I know that your marriage to her will be happier if you use your God-given husbandly authority to lovingly spank her back into line when her behavior strays.

Sylvia Kline was a slim, well-preserved woman who seemed only slightly older than her daughter. Ed found himself imagining her bare-bottom over her husband's lap. Guiltily he tried to banish that thought, with only partial success. Worse, he felt a potentially embarrassing stirring in his groin.

Partially to distract his own unwelcome erotic thoughts, Ed questioned the Pastor, “Sir, I've been attending your church for months now and this is the first I've heard of this. Does your entire church practice this Christian Domestic Discipline?

“Well”, the Pastor started, “First let's make it easier by calling it CDD. But the answer to your question is “no”. First, CDD is only applicable to married couples, and it's no subject for children. That's why I don't mention it in sermons. Second, CDD is a private thing, not something that couples announce to the world. It was very trusting of the Klines to choose to confide in you. And finally, there are certain couples in the church who have great marriages without CDD. That said, it's a common practice in our church and I'm a big advocate of it.”

Mr. Kline broke in, “Pastor Rollins is too modest to admit it, but he literally wrote the book on CDD, and it's sold thousands. He and CDD have made a big change in our church. Before he came to us, the church's divorce rate was very concerning. But now, there hasn't been a divorce in years. That's the main reason we asked you to join our church Edward, to assure that you and Linda enjoy a happy and peaceful marriage.”

He continued,”You and Linda are very lucky to have Pastor Rollins as your marriage counselor. He made a very positive change in our marriage, and has taught CDD to many couples in our church. Because of his book, he is known nationwide and travels to give CDD instruction. So you and Linda are being taught by a true master.”


Pastor Rollins took charge again, rapidly “shifting gears”. “Ed and Linda, we'll have more counseling meetings before your marriage, but presently we have a situation to address and it's not fair to make this young lady wait.”

He turned to Ed, “I believe that you know why your fiancee is due to be punished. Her parents have generously volunteered this opportunity for you to receive 'hands on' CDD training. I will advise you through the process, but you already know the basics of spanking so please take charge of Linda's punishment. Discuss with her why she is to be punished, and then assure her of your love. Before you actually take her across your lap, I suggest that you have her reconcile with her mother, and then you should offer her a bathroom trip.”

As the Pastor talked, Ed's eyes were on Linda. She blushed, but she looked at him beseechingly, and her chin again made that up-and-down movement.

Ed stood, he could feel butterflies in his stomach, and desperately hoped that his nerves and unsureness weren't obvious. “Linda,” he commanded, “Explain why you are about to be punished.”

Linda stumbled through an explanation of how she had disrespected her mother. It seems that she had forgotten a chore that her mother had assigned to her, and then gone ballistic when her mother had asked her why it hadn't been done.”

“What should you have done instead of yelling at your mother?” Ed asked.

Linda answered with tears in her eyes, “I, I should have asked some questions that might have cleared up the misunderstanding, and then I should have apologized for forgetting to do the chore.”

“That's a good answer,” Ed replied. “What should you do now?”

Her eyes were damp as she answered, “I would like a moment to reconcile with mother, and then I'll be ready for my punishment.”

Ed nodded and pointed his tearful fiancee towards her mother. A tender family scene ensued where mother and daughter shared tearful hugs while Linda blubbered her heartfelt apology. Finally they parted. Linda then briefly hugged her father, and delivered another apology. Finally she went to Ed, who embraced her rather more ardently than her parents had. He whispered comforting words of love, and then told her that she should learn from her coming punishment. Linda promised that she would, and then assured him that he should “do a good job”.

When Linda went for her bathroom break, Pastor Rollins took charge. He asked Mr. Kline to supply an appropriate chair. Gerald quickly fetched an armless chair from the dining room, and plopped it in the center of the living room. The Pastor pointed Ed to the chair. Nervously, Ed sat, just in time to see Linda's return.

Their eyes locked, and they exchanged tight smiles. Ed pointed to the floor next to his right thigh. Linda obeyed, standing in the appointed place.

Holding her gaze, he spoke, “You're clear on why you are about to be spanked?”

“Yes sir, perfectly clear.”

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

“Only that I'm sorry and I'll learn from this.”

Linda was still wearing that long, loose nightgown. Ed had already contemplated why she was wearing that particular garment, and deduced that it had been chosen because there would be no need to remove it. So Ed reached up to Linda, and gently pulled her down for a kiss. As they kissed, they could feel each other's uncertainty and nervousness. And then Linda cooperated as Ed urged her across his lap, wriggling her bottom into the correct position for correction.

Ed looked up at the three adults, seeking instruction or at least permission to continue.

Pastor Rollins spoke up, “That's great so far Edward, now fold the back of her gown high and out of your way.”

Ed obeyed, unveiling first her bare thighs and then two delicious panty-covered orbs as he raised the back of her loose gown nearly to her bra straps. Knowing her parents, he hadn't really expected to find her nude under that nightgown, and sure enough, she wasn't. But the view was still stimulating, accentuating the narrowness of her waist and the flowering swell of her hips. In deference to the wishes of her conservative parents, Linda wore full-cut panties. But Linda had selected a light-blue pair so filmy that her pale skin shined through, allowing Ed a view that extended almost to the bottom of that mysterious valley between her buttocks.

In Ed's family, spankings were always given bare bottom, but he had no sisters. So were girls usually spanked bare bottom? Ed didn't know, but he wasn't about to lower Linda's panties without permission.

As it turned out, the matter was settled for him: As Ed contemplated the alluring beauty of Linda's cringing panty-covered bottom, he became aware of a 3-way discussion among the adults. First, Pastor Rollins explained to the parents, “She's your daughter, so it's your call. I could argue either side of the question. Bare is obviously the best way to spank. Given our presence as chaperones, there's no impropriety, but the matter of modesty is up to you.”

So the parents had a brief discussion. The father was at first adamant that the panties remain, but Sylvia argued that it was “best to teach Ed the proper way right from the beginning,” and that “Edward certainly knows what a bottom looks like.” It was Sylvia's promise to arrange things in such a way as to conceal Linda's most intimate parts that won the father over.

So Mr. Mr. Kline conceded defeat: “Okay Sylvia, if you can arrange to preserve the rest of her modesty, I see no harm in baring her bottom.”

Poor Ed's male part had been stiff when he had first sat in the chair, but he had hoped that nobody had noticed. But that was before Linda had laid across his lap, before her thighs and panties had been exposed, and before word that her panties would be coming off! So now he was painfully tumescent. Linda wriggled slightly, managing to slyly convey to him that she had noticed his condition, yet didn't object.

Having obtained her husband's permission, Sylvia ordered Linda to raise her bottom, and then Ed watched wide-eyed as she whisked her daughter's panties right off! With a slight smile, Sylvia rearranged the panties, and then forced both of Linda's feet through a single leg hole. Then she tugged the panties back up to just above her knees, where they served as a tether to effectively bind Linda's thighs together.

Mr. Kline nodded with approval, but Pastor Rollins enthused, “Why didn't I think of that before? I'll remember that trick for the future!”

Through all this, Ed was momentarily speechless. Thanks to the vigilance and authority of Linda's parents, his and Linda's love life hadn't progressed beyond deep kisses and a few heady stolen moments of moderate petting. So Ed had experienced a few quick feels inside his fiancee's panties, and had caressed their delightful contents, but today was the first time that he had actually laid eyes on her bare bottom. He was totally captivated by the sight!

But then the moment passed, and the Pastor again assumed the role of teacher. He pointed to Linda's left buttock, “Okay Edward, before starting, let's contemplate how God designed the human body.”

First he had Ed palpitate Linda's right buttock, and then he instructed him to repeat the process with a thigh. “Do you feel the difference?” he asked. “There is a huge difference in the padding provided isn't there?”

Then he had Ed feel a sit-spot, and noted that it had more padding than a thigh, but less than a buttock. “So you see that God made our buttocks very robust, and the rest of us less so. So be extra-judicious when you spank the thighs and sit-spots. Understand?”

Then he discussed spanking technique, having Ed use Linda's bottom as a practice target. Linda hadn't been expecting this part, but did her best to lay still as she absorbed Ed's very first spanks to her bottom. Finally, after a few words on targeting and tempo, the Pastor stepped back and told Ed to “go to it”.


So the moment of truth had finally arrived, Ed had his bare-bottomed and willing fiancee across his lap, she clearly deserved a spanking, he was supposed to deliver it, and three adults watched expectantly.

It had become clear to him that whatever happened tonight was very important to Linda's parents. Since Linda's parents continued to hold much authority over her, their approval was necessary for him to have a future with the woman he loved. So Ed had listened closely to his instructions, and intended to carry them out to the best of his ability!

He spoke sufficiently loud for all hear, “Remember what this is about, Linda. You may not disrespect your parents.”

The answer came from a small voice near the floor, “Yes sir, I'm sorry sir.”

“Here goes,” he replied.

He raised his hand to shoulder level, and then brought it down forcefully. Her bottom was already splotchy from the “practice” spanks, but that first spank left a definite hand print on her left cheek. Without delay, he placed a twin on her right cheek. She wriggled slightly, and clenched her buttocks, causing a temporary dimple in the left one, but otherwise took the punishment well.

But when he continued on, delivering modest spanks to alternating buttocks with a steady cadence, her restraint quickly evaporated and she became more mobile as well as more vocal.

Early on, Ed had had a rather unwelcome erection. To Ed's relief, the Pastor's instructions had provided just enough distraction to deflate it a bit. But now that his loudly crying, bare-assed fiancee was doing a horizontal dance whilst laying across his lap, it not only returned, but the stimulation threatened to cause an eruption!

Ed struggled to control himself, while simultaneously trying to concentrate on his job. His worries added more distraction; Would there be a big wet spot on his pants? Could he somehow escape this room without it being noticed? Could he keep a straight face and keep spanking through the “event”. Another concern, perhaps an overly paranoid one, occurred to him: Could enough semen soak through their clothing to inseminate Linda? Frankly, he didn't know. Their marriage was soon, but children weren't yet in their plans...or their budget.

However, Ed's panicked brain actually formed a plan: Just before an explosion became inevitable, Sam paused the spanking, causing Linda to stop her vigorous antics.

Ed covered for the delay my quizzing Linda: Why was she receiving this spanking? What lesson was she learning? Would she ever disrespect her parents again? To the best of her spank-diminished ability, Linda sobbed out answers.

And then, holding her as immobile as possible, Ed gave her a final brief flurry of spanks. She struggled and squealed pitifully, but it was over quickly and it provided a suitable ending to Linda's punishment without overly stimulating Ed.

He held her over his lap for a long time, letting her “cry it out” while at the same time giving his own excitement time to deflate to a less-obvious condition.

Ed looked up at Pastor Rollins, who favored him with a congratulatory smile. “For a first attempt, that was amazing! You're a natural at this.”

Even Linda's parents were smiling, although Sylvia had a distinct tear in her eye.

Suddenly remembering Linda's tethered thighs, Sylvia pulled the re-purposed panties off of Linda's legs, stuffed them in her pocket, and then tugged down the back of Linda's nightgown over her red bottom, restoring the still-sobbing girl's modesty.

Gently, Ed helped his stricken fiancee to her feet. Teary-eyed and puffy-faced, she touched her bottom gingerly and pranced a bit. Remembering herself, she went to her parents and again apologized. They hugged her, and told her that all was forgiven.

That done, she went to Ed and threw her arms around him for another cry. Temporarily oblivious to anyone else in the room, he held her tight.


Pastor Rollins was a Master at CDD and an expert in marriage counseling, so it's understandable that he should see what Mr. and Mrs, Kline didn't; he saw that Ed and Linda urgently needed time alone! Using tact to avoid a conflict, he tapped on Ed's shoulder to gain his attention, “Edward, you and Linda need time to deal with this between you. I know that emotions are high right now, but if we leave you two alone for a few minutes can I depend on you to assure that nothing happens that Mr. and Mrs. Kline would forbid?

It took Ed a few seconds to focus on what the Pastor had said, but finally the promise of the man's words sank in, “Pastor Rollins, if you could arrange that, we would be forever grateful, and you have our promise that we will stay clothed and zipped.”

The Pastor spoke respectfully but firmly to the reluctant parents, “This young couple desperately needs privacy to process this huge thing that has just happened in their lives. I suggest that the three of us cede the living room to them by retreating into the kitchen for a long cup of coffee. They have assured us that their virtue will remain intact, and I believe them.

Tightly clinched together, Ed and Linda barely noticed when the adults left the room. As the adults drank their coffee, gradually Linda's tears dried, and their kisses and caresses became less tender yet more ardent. Still they kept their promise, even though Ed's hand did stray under her gown to feel her warm bottom. Finally they talked, and both agreed that today's was unlikely to be Linda's last trip across Ed's lap.


Only a father could understand the emotions boiling inside Gerald Kline as he led his beautiful virgin daughter down the aisle to the waiting Pastor and her husband-to-be. The lump in his throat felt like a grapefruit as he struggled manfully to hold back his tears. Those tears, should they escape, would be sweet tears of loss because his “little girl” was going away forever. But they would also be tears of joy because he knew that his former “little girl” was about to enter a happy and successful marriage.

For her part, Linda seemed to glow. Firstly, her gown was a fully-earned pure white that seemed to brighten the entire church sanctuary. Secondly, as you would expect, her face glowed with happiness. But there was another glow, one known only by her, Edward, and her parents. Down inside her dress, under those several slips and inside her white lace panties, her nether regions glowed bright pink from a spanking received only the night before.

It seems that the inevitable flaws in wedding details and the normal “new bride” nervousness had combined to drive her behavior off the rails. The final straw had been a minor issue with the flower girl's dress. Sylvia had quickly stepped forward to cover for Linda's behavior and had repaired the little dress herself. But Linda's tantrum hadn't escaped Edward's notice.

That evening, Edward had taken his fiancee across his lap, bared her bottom, and showed how well he had learned his lessons from Pastor Rollins. That spanking had been just what Linda needed to set her back to rights. However, the only reason that their virginity survived the passionate aftercare following that spanking was the presence of Linda parents!

So the newlyweds both knew that Linda's “treatment” would need periodic repetition, but that was something they were both prepared to do. Besides, now that they were man and wife, the sweet aftermath of Linda's occasional spankings would add a special spice to their intimate life.

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