DISCLAIMER: This is the
third in my series. This one takes place two days after
"Daddy Dearest" and four days
after "First Days". I'll work
out exact dates soon, but it's not real important. I'm
focusing more on Seth and the events in his life rather
than what the date is.
Comments of course are appreciated.. If you're not an
adult where you live, or are offended by spanking,
delete this story.
Church
By Dr. Discipline
I awoke in mom's lap. I thought that was strange, but then I remembered why. I had a terrible nightmare the night before. I shuddered as I recalled it:
I was Easter egg hunting in Thompson Park. There were about 100 penitatas there from all over the area. I was doing pretty well for myself. When time was called I had found five of the prized eggs, each containing a coded modifier chip for the days spankings from my base of 36. I found a place in line and waited my turn to visit the official.
Finally, it was my turn and I handed him my first egg. He opened it and placed the blue chip in a reader. The screen displayed '+6' meaning six extra smacks. 'Oh well' I thought, I knew that the chips were weighted towards reducing the spankings so I wasn't worried.
I handed the official my second egg; its chip read '+8'. Now I was worried, I was up to 50 smacks and things weren't looking so good. I almost heisted handing him my third egg. This one was a red chip, a special chip.
When 'double swats' came on the display I started crying. This was turning out very badly. I had a sinking feeling, and I felt like I was going to be sick. Reluctantly, I handed the official my forth egg, this one was a regular one. '-5' came up on the screen. 'At least that's a step in the right direction' I thought.
I handed him my last egg. It had a red chip again and I crossed my fingers as he inserted it in the reader. Mom saw me crying and came over to see what was wrong. Jessica was already done and was over dad's knees getting her bottom smacked with her ivory hairbrush.
Mom walked up behind the official just as the screen displayed 'triple swats'. I screamed and threw myself to the ground kicking and crying. "It's not fair!" I cried. And "no, I don't want all those smacks!" I was throwing a full-fledged tantrum in the middle of the park. About a dozen people were staring at me and whispering amongst themselves.
Mom took the printout from the official and carried me under her arm to where dad was sitting with Jessica. She showed me the ticket; I was in for 285 smacks! I continued my screaming fit as mom removed my pants. She calmly informed me that for my fit I was going to receive my spanking with her oak hairbrush, instead of my smaller, less painful blue one.
I wet myself right in the middle of the park. Everyone was standing around and watching me, laughing and pointing. The world was spinning; mom was shaking me and yelling at me. Everything distorted and I felt very dizzy. The park faded around me and I let out another scream.
"Seth, Seth, wake up Seth."
I opened my eyes and there was mom. I was in my bedroom, and I was wearing my pajamas.
"Seth, it's okay, it's only a dream."
I threw my small arms around mom and cried into her robe. She rocked me and rubbed my back while whispering soothing words in my ear. I continued crying for a few minutes. When I had calmed down a bit, mom asked what happened.
I tried to explain what my nightmare was about, but it came out in a jumble. Mom put her finger to her lips and told me to calm down and to take a deep breath. After my hysterics had passed, mom carried me downstairs to the kitchen. She sat me at the table and took out some cookies and milk. She warmed the milk and gave it to me with the cookies. She sat across from me while I ate the cookies and drank the warm milk. It filled me with a very warm and secure feeling inside.
After my snack, mom picked me up and took me into the dark living room. She sat in the rocking chair and put me on her lap. "Tell me about your dream Seth"
"I was Easter egg hunting at the park, and I got the double and triple swats eggs."
Mom held my head against her bosom and rocked the chair. "It's okay baby, it was only a dream. The odds of that happening are very rare. You'd probably have a better chance of being struck by lightning." I tittered at the prospect. Weather control had nearly eliminated that problem many years ago. "And besides," she continued "the officials would likely intervene and you wouldn't really get all those swats. It would be way too much for a little baby like you."
That made me feel better. I hugged mom and felt the warmth of her body as she rocked me and stroked me. She smelled like the vanilla that she had put it in my milk, it was very pleasant. She was humming a gentle tune, something I remembered from my kindern days. It was the most comfortable and secure I'd felt since I could remember. I focused on the clock ticking, counting the seconds. I don't remember counting past five.
***
Mom woke up just after I got down from her lap. She stretched and looked out the window.
"Oh my, it's morning" she proclaimed.
Suddenly, I remembered that it was Sunday, and that meant I was going to church. I never went to church before, so I was curious. As a kindern as my parents didn't believe in it, so they never took me. Mom got up, woke the girls and got me dressed for the day.
I was dressed in black slacks and a white shirt and a small tie. I looked like a little lawyer or accountant in my getup. Jessica was wearing a blue checker dress that went down to her knees, a matching bonnet and white knee socks. Black patent shoes completed her outfit. And her hair was braided, with a nice pink ribbon it in it.
Mary was wearing a longer dress, but hers was yellow. She also wore a matching bonnet. Her hair was also braided, but had no ribbon. Dad came down with some sort of illness just after coming home and was going to stay at home in bed.
After breakfast, we bundled into the hovercar and made the short drive to the church. It finally stopped raining (it had rained most of the weekend), but mom didn't want us to get our nice clothes wet walking through puddles and such.
When we arrived at the church, mom led the girls and me into a large bright room. There were several other children there (mostly penitatas), and a woman. Mom took me up to her and introduced me.
The woman knelt down to my eye level. "Hi there, I am Miss. Hooke. I teach the Sunday school."
My shyness took over once again, and I cast my eyes down to the floor. When I was told to take a seat, I selected one next to Jessica. Mary sat near the back of the class with her friends, two voluntaras.
The class was okay. Since I had never been to a Sunday school before, I didn't have anything to compare it against. We learned about the Ten Commandments and what they mean. The teacher glared right at some students when mentioning a few like 'Thou shall not steal' or 'Honor thy mother and father'. I wondered if there was a commandment against slicing. I was going to ask, but I was too shy.
During the class, one of the seven-year-old boys in the class had been called up to the front of the room. Apparently he wasn't paying attention to the teacher he'd been staring out the window for the past five minutes, and now he was in trouble.
Miss. Hooke brought out a small paddle and pulled down his pants. She placed him across her lap and swatted his underwear several times with her hand. He cried and squirmed a little, at least until the paddle came into play.
The boy yelled and cried with a lot more enthusiasm as the paddle smacked into his rump. After about two dozen smacks, Miss. Hooke pulled down his underwear and gave him another two dozen with the paddle. He continued his cries, saying that he'd be a good boy and that he would pay attention from now on.
When his spanking was done, Miss Hooke ordered him to the corner for the rest of the class. I watched him waddle over to the corner and put his nose where the walls met. He rubbed his red bottom and sobbed lightly.
Class ended shortly after that, and we had to go into the church for the service with our parents. Jake (the boy that had been spanked) was given a few hand swats from his daddy before leaving the class, and after apologizing to Miss. Hooke.
The service was kind of boring. I couldn't see the pastor, and I could barely hear him. At some point during the service, I leaned over to Jessica and said "Hey Jessica, why does church stink?"
"I dunno"
"Because they have pews"
Jessica let out a loud snicker. It must have been too loud, because the pastor at the front heard it, as did mommy. Within three seconds Jessica went from giggles of mirth, to tears of fear as mommy pulled the helper paddle from her purse.
"Just what is so funny missy?" mom demanded.
Jessica knew we were finished. "Seth told a joke." she said softly.
By this time, the sermon was on hold and everyone on the church was looking right at us. Mom promptly got up and pulled Jessica and me to the front of the church, by the earlobe.
Mom yanked down my pants, threw me across her lap and started spanking me with the helper paddle. All the time she was lecturing me but I couldn't hear her, I was too busy crying and yelling. After about 30 good cracks with the paddle mom let me up and placed Jessica across her lap. She flipped up the dress and pulled down her panties faster than anything I've ever seen before.
Mom had a look of intense concentration on her face as she was punishing Jessica. Jessica got about 40 smacks with the paddle before she was set back on her feet. Mom then walked us both back to our pew and sat between us. I had to sit there without my pants or underwear. The bench was hard and uncomfortable. Jessica and I just sat and listened to the rest of the sermon through our sobs.
After the service, mom took us up to meet Pastor Dan. He pulled a small switch from somewhere and shook it at us.
"Who's first for interrupting my sermon?"
Jessica and I quickly pointed at each other. Jessica looked at what we had done and quickly said, "I'll go first sir."
Jessica was bent over a nearby pew. Her dress had been pinned up after her spanking from mom, and her panties were in mom's purse, along with my pants and underwear. Pastor Dan raised the switch and brought it down across Jessica's already red rump. He was delivering a sermon to her as he spanked, saying something about the rod of correction.
Jessica was bawling right from the start. Her bottom quickly became crisscrossed with red lines from the switch. Pastor Dan stopped and allowed Jessica to calm herself down. After Jessica quieted down to sobs she thanked Pastor Dan and apologized for interrupting his sermon.
Pastor Dan gave Jessica a hug and told her "God forgives you child."
I started to cry as I realized that my turn was next.
I was bent over the same pew as Jessica, and felt the switch across my bottom without warning. Now I understood why Jessica cried so much during her switching, it hurt like the devil. (Ironic considering I was in church, being disciplined by a priest.) My bum was screaming from the switch and I was doing the same. I was being lectured about paying proper attention in church and other things I couldn't hear over my screams.
After the spanking I somehow managed to thank him, but I didn't hear his reply. Jessica and I were then taken home in disgrace. It was a very quiet ride, with the exception of our crying that is. Once home mom led me to the cornerstool and Jessica was ordered to the opposite corner.
When my bum came into contact with the surface of the stool I let out a holler of bloody murder. This thing was pure 100% torture, devised by Torquemada himself. My ankles were locked into the restraints after mom adjusted them to my size. I tried to find a comfortable way to sit but was unsuccessful. I cried, screamed, begged and bartered, all to no avail. Mom wouldn't even pay any attention to me.
I soon grew hoarse from all my crying and had worn myself out from squirming. Soon I was too tired to fight and just sat on the stool, a broken and penitent little boy. My screams turned into quiet sobs as I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't coming off the stool until mom wanted to take me off. It felt terrible to be so controlled. After what seemed like decades mom removed me from the stool and ordered me to the corner where Jessica was. It was now Jessica's turn to sit on the punishment stool.
I heard Jessica's crying intensify as she was put on the cornerstool. I kept my nose pressed into the corner; I didn't want to get into any more trouble today. I stood perfectly still and didn't make a sound. My legs grew sore from standing so long, and I was getting hungry and tired. I'd had an exhausting morning.
I could smell food being made in the kitchen and I really wanted some. Mom retrieved us from the corner and sat us down at the table. Grilled cheese never tasted so good in my life. I downed two glasses of milk with it, and finally I felt full. I knew that naptime wasn't far off now, and I would be happy to oblige.
After clearing our dishes, mom told us to go up to our rooms and get ready for our afternoon naps. However we were allowed to play for 30 minutes. Mom said that she didn't like us sleeping right after eating and avoided it when possible. We were also told that we could put our pajamas on, because we were grounded in the house for the rest of the day. I groaned at that one. Yesterday mom told us that we could go to the park after church. Clearly, we had really upset her today.
As I climbed the stairs, I vowed to myself that I would never again tell a joke in church. I giggled to myself as I thought about it. It was pretty funny.
