The Minister


by Gary <garyotk@aol.com>

I worked with the wife of a very conservative Christian minister. She was attractive, somewhat shy and shared an extreme right-wing view of religion with her husband. Many times we argued about philosophical and religious issues, especially _s_e_x_ and _s_e_x_ual orientation. I loved trying to shock and embarrass her.

She was slight, thin, short dark hair with small but firm breasts (or so it seemed to appear beneath her non-revealing clothing). She and her husband were fascist conservatives; no drinking, smoking, tight clothes. At the office I joked that they never had _s_e_x_ standing up because they were afraid it might lead to dancing.

I began to develop a _s_e_x_ual attraction to her, and having had _s_e_x_ual relations with a woman on several occasions, I started to come on to her in subtle ways. I probably did this more to harass and embarrass her rather than to really want her _s_e_x_ually. Perhaps I wanted her to succumb to me because that would be so against her religious beliefs. I wasn't going to force it however. The fun was in the chase.

In July one of our colleagues had a pool party. I drank to much in the heat of the sun and after her husband left to take their children to some church sponsored activity I focused all my attention and efforts on her. Shortly after she went into the house to use the bathroom, I followed her and waited in the hallway. Nobody was in the house when she came out and I used the opportunity to start touching her arms and shoulder as I talked to her; at the same time blocking her way so she couldn't get past me. She objected, very demurely, and tried to get by , but I kept it up. Finally, I kissed her. She quickly turned her head to the side as I tried to kiss her again. She pushed against me and shoved her way past, which gave me an opportunity to "accidentally" slide my hand across her breasts.

I am not a jerk and realized that she was not interested in an affair of any kind, and probably never would be interested. So I didn't pursue it. I used the bathroom and then decided to go out and apologize to her. When I got out there she had already gone.

Later that evening I got a phone call from her asking if I would be home in the next hour. Half asleep, and still somewhat hung-over, I said that I would. She said that she would be over in a few minutes. Ah ha I thought. She's changed her mind. My irresistible charm really worked. She really does want me.

I quickly washed up and changed into some great looking clothes including very _s_e_x_y black silk underpants. There was a knock at the door.

I opened it and found her standing there looking very stoic and stone-faced. My heart was racing a mile a minute as I stared into her cute, almost boyish face. Then my heart increased to about 10 miles a minute when I suddenly realized that standing off to the side about 4 feet away was her husband and her brother, who was also a deacon or something in her husband's church. Both were wearing dark, very formal, business suits. Both looked very angry.

"We'd like to talk to you" he said. Judging from her face and his tone of voice I knew what was happening. She snitched about the hallway scene.

"I'm really busy right now, I was just on my way out" I told them as they pushed their way past me into my living room. I wanted to make a scene about this but I realized that they were definitely here about my obnoxious behavior at the pool party and I didn't want to make the situation any worse.

"This will be very short", her husband said. "Ester came home in tears this afternoon and told me what you tried to do to her".

"Look, I'm really sorry that happened. It's all my fault. You know, too much to drink and ...."

"Perhaps you now understand why we do not permit our members to use alcohol... that certain behaviors surface when it is consumed."

"I know. I'm really sorry. Let me apologize once again for...."

"We've already heard your excuse. But in our church we do not allow such lascivious behavior to get by with just a apology."

"Well, I don't belong to your church so...."

"That doesn't matter. We've decided to punish you as if you were a member"

"What do you mean punish me"?

"There is a standard consequence that is used in situations like this. I'm going to correct your disrespectful behavior by giving you a good old fashioned whipping across your bottom."

"Well, I don't think I'll be able to let you do that to me. Maybe your "flock" accepts this but I'll have to respectfully decline. I'll be glad to write a formal apology to your wife, or donate some money to your church or some charity if that would...."

I wasn't able to finish the sentence, however. The two men began advancing on me. I slowly back-peddled and held my hands out in front of me to fend them off, telling them that they better think twice about doing this. I was the one who wasn't thinking because the minister, about 6'4", 250 pounds, grabbed my hands and started pulling me over to the chair. I struggled but he was incredibly strong, and in reality at 5 feet 9 inches I offered about as much resistance to him as your average 14 year old; which is what I suddenly began to feel like.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson you'll never forget, and from experience I've discovered that those lessons are always best learned across someone's knee ....in front of an audience".

With that he sat down on a dinning room chair that his brother-in-law had quickly pulled over to him and forcefully yanked me across his lap. He looked up at his wife, whose eyes were as wide with delight as mine were with fear and embarrassment, and asked her if my advances toward her warranted having my pants taken down and my bare bottomed spanked.

She giggled slightly, and quickly put her hand up to her mouth as if trying to hold the smirk inside. Her eyes grew even larger as she slowly shook her head up and down several times.

Maybe I would accept the spanking (actually I had no choice at this point). And maybe I'd let him humiliate me by bending over his lap. But I was not going to have my pants pulled down in front of her. She was not going to see my bare ass. Now I really started to struggle.

"Ezra, hold him down ," he told his brother-in-law as I wriggled desperately to get off his knees.

Ezra grabbed my legs as the minister held me firmly around the waist while holding my right wrist tightly against my body. I couldn't budge my arm free. He was incredibly strong and muscular.

"Ester, undo his belt and zipper and pull down his pants. Pull them down all the way to his knees". She lowered them as best she could as I continued to try to get off his lap.

"Now pull his underpants down....or should I say those black panties he is wearing." Ezra chuckled. I was being held so firmly in place that I ceased struggling. It was no use.

"Would you like your licking with your own belt, or Ezra's belt?" he asked.

"I'd really like it with your hand", I tried to joke, hoping to defuse the seriousness of the situation.

"Very well", he replied. " I will honor your request and give you a spanking with my hand. All misbehaving boys who try to feel up the girls should receive the palm of the hand across their naked little fannies".

With that he began slapping my ass.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. His hand was very large, and unbelievably firm. Each stinging slap echoed throughout the room. I checked quickly to see if the door was closed hoping my neighbors wouldn't hear. It wasn't. SLAP, SLAP he kept going methodically with only a few seconds in between each swat. After only a dozen or so I started wiggling again. My bottom was wriggling around in circles trying to avoid the punishment. Ruth was enjoying my little dance. Both of her hands were up to her mouth.

"God", I thought, "I hope she doesn't tell anyone at work". I was beginning to doubt whether I would make it through this ordeal without crying.

After what seemed to be about 50 spanks covering my cheeks and the tops of my thighs, I was really bouncing and wiggling all over his lap. He ended with a flurry of about a dozen licks in rapid succession, each one harder then the previous one. When he finally stopped I meekly offered an apology and a guarantee that I would never harass his wife again.

"I'm glad to hear that. Repentance is the foundation of every good Christian."

I told him that I agreed with him as I started to get up off his lap. Before I could get up, however, his huge hand grabbed me by the back of my hair and pushed me back down again. My nose was about two inches from the floor and my very pink and hot bottom was now sticking way up in the air.

"Now where were we before you interrupted me to request a spanking? Oh yes....do you want you tail whipping with Ezra's strap or your own belt?"

"Now wait a minute, Haven't I already been punished, " I pleaded?

"To answer your question....Yes and No. You asked me to give you a spanking with my hand and you got the spanking you requested. A very good one judging from your reaction. However, I told you at the start that my punishment for you is to tan your behind with a strap. And that's what I'm about to do. Ezra hand me your belt."

Ezra released my legs and started to remove his belt. I suddenly realized that this was my chance to get away. I jumped up from the minister lap and started to run to my bathroom. I never made it. I forgot my pants were down to my knees. Ezra, a former college football player, tackled me only ten feet from the chair. He and the Minister wrestled me into the living room where I was placed bottom up over the back of my sofa. Later I realized that during the struggle, Ester got several very good looks at my penis flopping about.

With my (soon to be very red) bare fanny sticking in the air I was again held down and given 2 dozen wallops with the strap (an instrument, which I learned later, that was used frequently on many parishioners in the church).

By the 6th lick I was yelling and promising compliant behavior for the rest of my life. After the first dozen the tears started to well up in my eyes. "Please don't, please stop" started around 15. And at the end the tears were slowly streaming down my face and a constant chorus of sniffs replaced the sound of two inches of doubled over leather lashing bare skin.

I lay there motionless for about a minute or two listening to his bull_s_h_i_t_ sermonizing. I was overwhelmed with humiliation, especially when I looked to my right and saw his wife staring at me. Suddenly a flash of light went off in the room. I arched my back and jerked my head around in back of me just in time to see Ezra putting the camera back up to his eye. The second picture would be taken with my red tear-stained face looking directly into the lens.

"We like to keep a scrap-book of "converted" bottoms to share among the elders of our church. Occasionally we permit our more well-behaved parishioners to enjoy our photo gallery."

"How often the pictures are on display depends upon how often we see you at services each Sunday."

"And of course, repeated absences will be dealt with very severely".


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