Spanked After Church
is a very strict Catholic and that is how my siblings and I have been raised. My dad takes religion very seriously, and Sunday Mass is a must. When I was little Mass seemed to take so long. It was so hard to sit still and be quiet while the priest droned on about things I didn't understand. It was so easy to become distracted by my brothers. They would nudge me, and whisper to me and make faces. Sometimes I couldn't help giggling and carrying on with them. One Sunday my older brother and I were especially restless at church, doing the usual whispering and giggling. Each time my dad would give us a stern look, and we would stop for a while, only to become bored and to start carrying on again. I was about 9 and he was 10. When church was over my dad walked us to the van, and instead of getting in the driver's seat he got in the back with us. He was so mad, but so quiet. He told us how angry he was at our behavior, and told my brother to drop his pants. I had to watch in fear as my brother lowered his slacks. My dad then took him over his knee, pulled his briefs down and hand spanked his bare butt until it was bright red. I was so scared. I knew I was next. My brother was let up. His face was red with embarrassment, but he didn't cry. My dad told me to come to him. I went reluctantly, all the while telling him how sorry I was, and please not to spank me. He put me over his knee. I thought surely he wouldn't spank me bare in the van, because I was a girl all dressed up in my pretty church dress. I was wrong. He flipped the skirt of my dress up, pulled my panties down, and hand spanked me until my butt felt like it was on fire. Unlike my brother I ended up hollering and crying like a baby. We rode home from church in silence, except for the sound of me sniffling. I'd like to say I learned my lesson, but this was not to be my last after church spanking.