Church HumiliationAs a girl raised by strict religious parents in a small Alabama town, I was frequently spanked. Both parents spanked us, and most always bare bottomed, even as older teens. Our fundamentalist Baptist church was keen on corporal punishment and the Pastor openly preached about "not sparing the rod."
Most every family I knew used spankings as punishment and I dreaded being punished in front of others - like all my relatives and babysitters and such.
One of the most humiliating disciplines I got was at church. Our church had a ba
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But the worst was when I was 12-yrs-old and I was being mean to Stacy during Sunday school. Stacy was 13 and I didn't like her. She was all prissy and "holier-than-thou" so I was teasing her (secretly) but it got to the point when I "accidently" on-purpose got some paint on Stacy's new dress (she had been bragging about her new dress.)
The Pastor's wife was the teacher and she saw me and made me sit in the corner for the last ten minutes of class. I was very embarrassed but even more scared as I was sure she would tell my folks, so I was dreading a trip to the "crying room."
Sure enough, when my parents picked us up the Pastor's wife had me and Stacy stay and she let a (fake) sobbing Stacy exaggerate about how I'd "tormented" her. I did feel sorry and guilty. I had been mean and there was no denying I'd "painted" Stacy's dress. Even I felt I deserved a good spanking for it and I tried to apologize.
By then the Pastor was there (as well as Stacy's parents) and he cut me off, taking the adults aside for a private discussion. Stacy and her younger sister (10) looked at me spitefully and Stacy flashed me an evil grin!
I just wanted to get away from everyone, take my punishment, and get it over with...
Everyone but the Pastor left and my Dad came over, very stern, and told me he and mom were taking my sister home and would be back in half-an-hour or so, meanwhile, I was to report to the "quiet room" where the Pastor was going to punish me! I'd been spanked in front of the Pastor a few times but this was the first time (but not the last :-( - that he was allowed to spank me.
I started to beg Father to spank me himself but he made it clear that if I didn't "take whatever discipline he gives" I'd get it double from Dad when he got back.
I was petrified - my parents left me alone with this stern "man-of-god" who now had total control of me - and it was clear he was going to give me a spanking - any way he wanted.
I was speechless as he took me by the arm and led me downstairs to the "crying room." But as soon as we got there I gasped, "NO!" in distress as I saw the Pastor's wife....and Stacy's whole family sitting there! Stacy smirked at me and her mother frowned, her little sister had wide eyes and Stacy's father leered at me.
I realized what was about to happen and I burst into tears, squeaking, "I want my mom!" but the Pastor pulled me to a chair where he sat down and grabbed my arms tight, growling, "Your mommy can't save you now Missy. This is the lord's retribution for your unchristian acts!"
Too stunned to form words, I moaned, as unbelievably, the Pastor's wife lifted my dress and actually used safety pins to pin my dress up, so I was standing there in just panty hose and panties in front of everyone. I was so shamed and scared I barely heard the long lecture..."terrible behavior.....need to be spanked....not so mean now?...VERY sorry before we are through with you...good Christian whipping...." as the Pastor held my arms tight and spoke right into my red teary face.
I found my voice and rapidly apologized, begging desperately "not in front of everybody pleeeeessseee."
"You'll apologize, and pray, after you are REALLY sorry," the Pastor intoned, then yanked me across his lap. I was horrified and relieved, as I was certainly about to be spanked by my panty hose and panties were still up - I'd been fearing being bared by this man in front of these people...
But when he started hand spanking me it was pure pain and shame, as his big hand SLAPPED hard and fast, flattening my behind cheeks, snapping across my thighs, instantly filling my backside with bee-sting redness and making me shoot my legs out straight, huffing ow Ow OW OW as the heat built up.
I got a long, hard hand spanking, my panties and hose no match for the Pastor's experienced spanking hand and long before it was over I was a sobbing, kicking mess. My fanny on fire, shoes kicked off, but still fully aware of my "audience" witnessing my spanking.
When he finally let me up he kept holding my hands, so I couldn't rub the sting, I just stood there twisting and crying, so ashamed at being such a "baby" in front of everyone and them seeing my butt wagging.
At least it was "over" ....I thought, as even through my tears I could see Stacy and her family grinning at me and in the back of my head I thought it MUST have been a half hour now, so my parents should be coming in to save me any minute?
But it had only been about ten minutes! And I realized my ordeal was far from "over" as I felt fingers invade the waistband of my panty hose. As I groaned "oOH!...oh no NOO!" the Pastor's wife slipped my panty hose AND panties down down down to my ankles - my bare freshly spanked rump popping out like a bright red rose in full bloom!
Embarrassment was immediate, as I was a "big" 12-yr-old girl with a full firm behind and a new puff of pubic hair between my legs. The Pastor pinned my wrists as I wiggled and wailed, "OH GOD NO NO NOT LIKE THIS! I already GOT spanked you already SPANKED me!!!"
As I looked around in a panic, even through my tears I could see everyone staring at my half-naked body, and Stacy looked so happy to see me like this :-(
Pastor barked, "Don't ask God for help Missy! You offended HIM when you offended Stacy and BOTH of them wish to see you whipped properly." I was confused and totally helpless, alone with all these people who were obviously eager to see get "more" - but I didn't know what "whipped" meant until I saw the Pastor's wife pull a short, thick evil black leather strap out of a drawer.
Oh. My. GOD! I even heard Stacy mutter, "wow!" as the Pastor put one of his feet on the chair and turned me across his thigh, so I was dangling over his leg, dress pinned up high, underwear at my ankles, my naked red spanked fanny sticking up with my face close to the chair.
I pleaded, "PLEEEESSE NO!" and grabbed the seat of the chair in horror....
WHACK...the Pastor's wife slapped the strap across the middle of my bare cheeks. I wailed and jerked under the fearsome sting....and as I calmed down I heard her scold me about being a "meanie" to Stacy and how I was about to learn "a good lesson from the leather."
I'd been belt spanked by Daddy a couple times, but that short thick strap was nasty! Oh jesus it stung and burned like the Devil's own hell fire and that's what I screeched - "OWWW STOP IT STINGS IT BURNS ooOO I'm on FIRE" as the Pastor's wife wrapped that strap across my naked skin again and again, slow and steady.
Four licks in, my entire tight tushie was swollen with welts and I was twisting and bucking, tears flying - head up in shock...and that was my last look at Stacy and her family watching me....until my spanking dance. The next two slashes scorched the tender backs of my thighs and I broke into abject bawling.
Again - SWACK - .......again....THWACK the strap bit into my skin, bouncing off my bottom to leave ugly red welts (I'd see later in the mirror) as she whipped my bare bottom up one side and down the other, until I was babbling, "WAWA NOOO AAAHAA STOOO WAWWA AAWGGG" and ******* across the Pastor's thigh like a puppet on a string.
I'm sure my kicking exposed "everything" I had, but I didn't even notice, just waved my legs wildly against the hellish burning strap.
I think she gave me 20 straps (on top of my first spanking!) so my entire backside was swollen and dark red, flaming so hot that when the Pastor dumped me off his leg I could only barely rub the throbbing sting while I danced. I didn't care my dress was pinned up. I didn't care my panty hose and panties were only left on one ankle (from my wild kicking). I didn't care that Stacy's whole family had just seen me get my bare bottom whipped.
I didn't even care that I was jumping around, howling to the ceiling, waving my bare furry front part and bare bottom in front of everyone. I only cared about the still-building BURNING STING filling up my backside.
I didn't care....for about a minute...... until I calm down enough to realize the spectacle I was making of myself, and the full humiliation of my "public" discipline session sunk in, leaving me crying my eyes out and trying to cover my butt and front hair at the same time. Until the Pastor made me put my hands on my head, face Stacy and her family (ohhh that was bad) and make a sobbing apology to them all.
Then making me kneel on the floor so we could all "pray" for my lordly forgiveness - when Stacy gave me a little "wink" of pleasure.
When my Father did show up, about 5 minutes later (though it felt to me as if I'd been spanked all day!) he found me standing in the corner, hands on head, glowing red naked rump exposed while everyone sat around talking about what a "good" "delightful" "sound" spanking and strapping I'd just gotten in front of them.
Let me tell you, it was good to FINALLY get home (and I didn't get spanked again) but the next Sunday church was awful as I had to face Stacy's family, blushing at what they'd seen of me, and especially put up with snotty Stacy making snide remarks and smirking at me :-(