Wrath after Lust

Wrath after Lust

Please note. This story is written in the English language and not the American variant.

Synopsis

In this strict religious community, lust is severely punished

MF Whipping

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Copyright 2004

Wrath after Lust

"Time and time again I have warned against the Devil's evils." The Reverend Lloyd Masters, standing several feet above his 'flock', began his Sunday sermon to the small congregation at the isolated religious farming commune. They owned about 400 acres of land, which they tried to farm organically with the minimum of machinery using methods most would consider fifty years out of date. His voice rose, spittle sprayed from his mouth and he punctuated each sentence by thumping the lectern at the front of the pulpit. "Each and every one of you must put a strong guard in your minds against the seven deadly sins Satan tries to impose on you! The sins of Sloth!… Envy!… Greed!… Gluttony!… Pride!… Lust!… and Wrath! These heinous sins must be forcibly resisted and repelled in order to enjoy our Good Lord's blessing in this life and to keep our lives pure! Only then will we receive the ultimate reward in heaven!" He lectured them volubly and at great length on each of the sins. Most had heard similar sermons before and were only mildly surprised at the order in which he dealt with the seven sins. Nearly an hour later he got to the sin of Lust.

"Lust, sexual intercourse for pleasure and not just for the procreation of our species. Fornication for its own sake; for enjoyment! Fornication to satisfy a lust!" The reverend mopped his brow, he knew he had everyone's attention, even the children who hardly comprehended what he was talking about. "Lust is a sin even when the participants are wedded in holy matrimony and it is done in the privacy of the marital bedroom. But the sin is far, far worse when lust takes the form of an unholy union, a disgracefully shameful union between a couple who are each married but not to the other! An adulterous liaison and one I would not have believed would occur in this community! A community devoted to living a good and clean life and to following the teachings of our Lord Jesus Christ. Unfortunately I have to believe it for I saw the act with my own eyes! Two members sitting facing me now fornicated openly and in a most depraved manner on our land, our holy land, land we have consecrated." Gasps and murmurs of disgust and horror from his audience caused the reverend to pause and wait while they looked around. "It should be obvious who these depraved beings are." Madeleine Brown slumped in her seat, blushing crimson; Thomas Jeffries sat back in his pew and looked defiant. Both were in their late thirties and each had their spouse and two teenage children sitting alongside them. "Bring them to the front so their shame can be seen by all." Madeleine stood and immediately rushed for the door but was caught before she was even halfway there. Thomas a tall, strong man looked ready to put up a fight but was no match for four of his fellows especially as they had been forewarned and were ready. Despite putting up a struggle, the hands of both adulterers were quickly tied behind their backs and were made to stand underneath the pulpit with the eyes of the congregation were on them while the reverend hushed the churchgoers and continued his sermon. Madeleine, 'Maddy', started crying.

"From their appearance, there can be no doubt in your minds of the truth of the adultery but to dispel the last vestige of doubt, I will give you the evidence, witnessed my own eyes, of their shameful and vile carnal copulation!" A pause to allow the mutterings to subside. "You may recall the full moon of last Thursday evening and it being mild I went for a walk to contemplate the infinite patience of the Almighty in placing all those jewels in the blackness above us." This wasn't quite true because the reverend had heard of the tryst and had hidden in the bushes near the barn. "I paused in my rambling by Mason's barn and soon the figure of a man, Thomas Jeffries walked by and furtively entered the barn. Shortly after her was followed by a woman, Maddy Brown. Thinking this needed further investigation I went in the side entrance and peered over the bales of hay. The moonlight streamed in from the open end of the barn so I could see them clearly as they, in odious passion, performed their infamous deed."

*****

"Oh Maddy dear, I'm so relieved you could come. 'Tis such a pity we have to meet in this way."

"Oh Tom, I want so much to be with you and yet there is no way that we can. We have so little time together. An hour or so at best, while Harold and Bessie are working in the church. Let's not waste the time we have. I want you, I need you to hold me close. I need you inside me, to show me your love, love that Harold denies me. Undress me please. Hurry."

"And you me. I want to hold you and kiss you and do all the things true lovers do," Tom replied. Each undressed the other and fondled and kissed as each item was removed until they were naked."

"Oh Tom, you're ready for me. It's so hard and I want to suck it and make it even harder. I need you so much Tom. Fuck me please. Oooohh yes, harder, harder. Harold never does it like this. Hardly ever does it. I need you so badly." Lying on the hay, Tom fucked with fervour and passion in long hard strokes, trying to delay his emission until Madeleine had hers. When she cried out her orgasm so he released his seed. For a while they lay cradled in each other's arms murmuring terms of endearment, not knowing every moment was being watched.

*****

"And so we come to the last dreadful sin, Wrath." Ignoring Madeleine's crying from below his stance at the pulpit, the Reverend Lloyd Masters continued his fiery sermon. "Wrath or anger between two or more people…" He enumerated the sinful wrongs wrath caused but then went on, "However, sometimes the Good Lord needs to show his wrath and displeasure at the actions of his children. His wrath is used to serve not only as a punishment for their wrongdoing but also to set an example to others and keep them on the straight and narrow path of divine goodness. Sometimes he uses his powers directly in the form of storms or tempests but at other times he delegates that power to those that so rightly serve his cause. Today is such a day. I prayed long and hard for these two sinners and asked for his guidance for obtaining their absolution. Last night in a vivid dream I learned he had chosen me, a loyal servant, to punish and show this pair the error of their ways. In the most clear and graphic way he revealed the form their atonement should take. It will be painful for them but it is just and necessary to absolve them! The Lord did not deem it wise for me to do the task myself but entreated me to call on others to administer his retribution and for you to bear witness that it is done in a full and proper manner."

There were murmurs of surprise from the assembled people. Many wandered what form the punishment would take but only a select number of the elder menfolk were privileged to know.

"My good children," the reverent held up his hand and waited for the noise to die down, "It is not the Lord's wish that his building, this church, be desecrated by the punishment of this immoral pair. Our Heavenly Father deemed it more appropriate that the correction be carried out where the sins were actually committed. Therefore after a prayer for their redemption, I will ask you all to make your way to Herbert Mason's barn where he assures me everything is already prepared for you to witness them receiving their just and rightful desserts." Again more comments from the congregation but dutifully they knelt for the final prayer, interrupted at intervals by the sobbing and cries from Madeleine and an outburst from Thomas calling the preacher a hypocrite.

Half an hour later the reverend led a gaggle of chattering people along the path to Mason's barn. Both Madeleine and Thomas tried to resist but with their hands tied and four of the elders half dragging them along, resistance was futile. Worse perhaps were the overwhelmingly righteousness comments of their fellows who now regarded them as the most debased creatures on earth.

Working to Lloyd's instructions, Herbert Mason had cleared a space in the centre of the barn and placed hay bales around the walls for folk to sit. The main topic of conversation during the walk concerned the form the punishment would take but the sight of a cask filled with fresh cut willow rods left them in no doubt the pair were to receive a whipping. Normally such whippings were carried out in private or viewed only by the injured parties but this time they knew it was going to be a very public affair.

"Let us pray." Lloyd, with much pomp and ceremony, Lloyd led the onlookers in a prayer for the souls of the sinners. Madeleine and Thomas were made to kneel by the cask while he blessed the rods it contained. "Lord with these instruments of your love and care, help us to drive the devil from the bodies of these two sinners so they may receive redemption and return to the true ways of your goodness." "Amen."

Lloyd then addressed the congregation in his usual theatrical manner. "My good people, this is the very spot where I witnessed the sinful coupling last Thursday. It was here they shamefully undressed each other and played and kissed before their adulterous conjoining. Today it will not be the tender kiss of soft lips that titillates their bodies as each item of clothing is removed, it will be the sharper kiss of the rod. And who better to apply those kisses than the aggrieved spouses of the couple. Harold and Bessie please step forward and remove the shirts of the sinner who cuckolded you and apply the rod to the bare chest of the person. In the Lord's name apply it well. You will need to use all your strength to drive out the Satan who is so deeply entrenched within."

Bessie, surprised and delighted to be allowed to use the whip, had an evil grin as she walked to the still kneeling Madeleine. At the best of times she had no liking for the attractive woman. "Before the hour is out, you're going to be sorry you flaunted yourself and seduced my husband," she hissed as she undid the victims blouse and pushed the garment back and down the arms as far as the rope binding. Quickly unclasping the front of the bra, she exposed Maddy's full breasts to everyone.

"No! No! It's not right. Please leave us alone!" Maddy yelled and tried to roll on the ground to hide her body. Two elders grabbed her arms and pulled her into an upright kneeling position that thrust her breasts forward ready for the rod's painful kiss. "No please, in God's name, don't hit them," Maddy pleaded again knowing the plea would go unheeded by the cold, hard woman.

"Maddy, it is in God's name that I will hit them and hit them well. You will suffer as I am suffering from the humiliation of everyone knowing that you took my man into your body for wanton sex." Bessie went to the cask and removed a dripping rod, swung it a few times and then changed it for another. A yell from Thomas and a cheer from the crowd told Maddy that Harold was already using a rod on Thomas' chest. Wild eyed she looked around for help but none was forthcoming. Bessie taunted her by flicking her nipples with the rod causing them to harden. "You like that Maddy?" Bessie's grin widened, "But perhaps this will not be so much to your liking," Another cry from Thomas. Bessie waited until the cheer had died and Harold stopped and watched as Bessie swung the rod hard across the top of both of Maddy's exposed breasts. It forced them down and flattened them to her chest. Maddy let out a tremendous scream but it was almost drowned by the righteous clapping from most in the audience. Only a few had sympathy for Maddy's pain. Many of the men and older boys surreptitiously moved their pricks to a more comfortable position and were enjoying the sight of the semi-naked woman. The rod swung again with an upward movement catching the underside of the already tormented breasts. Another scream followed by more encouragement from the congregation. Never in anyone's memory could they remember a punishment like this and it was only just beginning. Six more times the rod savagely struck Maddy's breasts. Vaguely she could hear Thomas receiving a similar treatment and, with a quick sideways glance, saw the elders struggling to hold him too.

There was a short respite during which the preacher reiterated the reasons for the punishment. Maddy wanted to massage her bruised and swollen breasts but with tied wrists she couldn't even do that. Tears fell on them as she wept loudly.

"Remove their lower garments so we can punish the root course of the illicit sexuality," Lloyd ordered. A gasp went up from the onlookers. In a community where for a woman to show an ankle was considered indecent, to see two adults completely naked would be scandalously degrading. Even Bessie looked round in askance at Lloyd but he nodded his approval. While Maddy was still kneeling Bessie removed her the sobbing woman's boots and then two elders lifted her by the armpits to allow Bessie to unfasten the skirt and lower it and the underlying bloomers. The elders turned the naked woman for all to view her body and see her swollen, striped breasts. In the small barn, none were very far away and everyone could almost feel the heat from them. Maddy was past caring about this indignity, the fire and pain in her breasts was too great but she knew there was more pain to come. Vaguely she heard Ruth, her daughter, cry out for them to stop the punishment but no one took any notice and she was pulled back to her seat on the bale when she tried disrupt the proceedings.

Maddy tried pleading with Bessie again but the response was curt. "I'm going to make sure you do not seduce my Tom for a long, long while you hussy." With that she laid a fresh rod viciously across Maddy's stomach eliciting a further howl of pain from the victim. Steadily Bessie laid the strokes lower and lower until the front of her thighs and her sex mound were covered with deep red welts. Resolutely and despite the intense pain, Maddy kept her legs together until she finally slumped limp in the arms of the elders.

Once again Ruth stood up and cried out, "Stop, you've hurt her more than enough." Again she was quickly pulled back and silenced.

Thomas faired no better. His prick started to rise when he was displayed before the community. He could hear some of the younger girls giggling but tried to ignore them. The pain in his chest was severe and took all his attention. He too realised that he must keep his legs together to try and protect his balls but that did not protect his prick. Harold laid his first stroke to catch the partially erect penis close to the head. The force drove it against his thighs and the cane welted them at the same time. The pain was horrendous and he let out a thunderous roar and swore obscenities at Harold. The words only incited his tormentor to lay stroke after stroke in the confined area that would normally be covered by his underpants. Eventually the beating stopped when he too collapsed and was only kept upright by the men who held him.

Most of the onlookers thought that was the end of the punishment but Lloyd, now full of his own lust for power, ordered ropes to be slung over the ceiling beams. "Throw water over them to bring them back into this world so the Lord can finish their punishment," he ordered. This time there were more than Ruth's voices raised in dissent but still Lloyd ignored them. When the adulterers could once again stand, albeit unsteadily, on their own feet, the elders fastened the ropes around the victims wrists and hauled them up so they could only just keep their feet on the ground. "Make them face each other so they can see how the other has suffered and will continue to suffer until they have paid the full penance price for their scandalous behaviour.

Neither Bessie nor Harold believed the body in front of them could stand much more but nevertheless started to lash the buttocks and the shoulders but with less ferocity than they'd used on the front. Maddy only took six strokes before she collapsed. Thomas succumbed after a dozen.

"Bring them round and continue," shouted Lloyd. This time there were more murmurs of discontent from the congregation.

"No!" The voice of one of the elders boomed over the general hubbub. "Enough reverend. They have been punished more than enough for their sins. They will bear the result for a long while and it will live in their memory for the rest of their lives." Seeing that most of the community agreed with the elder he allowed the pair to be taken down and helped to their homes.

"You will sleep in my bed mother and keep apart from father," Ruth insisted. "I have no wish to sleep with another's whore," Harold spat in reply. Ruth carefully tended her mother's injuries but there was little enough that she could do to relieve her pain. David, Maddy's son, sided with his father in believing his mother to be a no better than a prostitute and should have been thrown out of the community.

Thomas' twin sons didn't seem concerned one way or the other. They were old enough to believe their father wanted the sex their mother denied him so he looked elsewhere and got caught and punished. It was severe but that was the penalty for getting caught. In any case they had enjoyed their first sight of a totally naked woman.

Neither Maddy or Thomas were able to do more than hobble about for the next week and for week after only did the lightest of work. In the main they were kept apart but in such a small community, inevitably there were times when they were together but never alone for more than a few minutes at a time. By the end of a month, both were working near normally although their bodies still showed the colourful, horrific welts, which were still very tender to touch. Worse perhaps was the attitude of the fellow members of their religious order. Far from thinking the whipping had absolved their crime, they almost believed it had reinforced it. Like lepers, they were shunned and few would speak to them except when absolutely necessary. Bessie, like Harold, refused to allow her partner to lie alongside her in bed and both taunted them mercilessly over what had been done.

"Mummy, you can't live your life like this," Ruth spoke quietly when they were alone in their home. "Everyone calls you names like slut or harlot or strumpet or worse even when they know I can hear. I know you still love Tom so why don't you try and escape together? I'm old enough to take care of myself and in any case I might want to go with you. Since Reverend Masters took over, this community has become very restrictive with him setting himself up as the all-powerful demagogue. Shall I try and have a word with Tom? They hardly let you near him." Maddy agreed that if Tom wanted to leave with her, she was willing to go with him.

"Be very careful Ruth," she admonished. "Make sure no one overhears any conversations between you and Tom otherwise you could be in for punishment too."

"Tell Maddy, if she wishes to come with me, be ready to move out tonight," Tom whispered one afternoon six weeks after their flogging. "The boys are at the camp vigil so they will be out of the way and there's no moon so Lloyd shouldn't be on the prowl." Ruth nodded and relayed the message.

It was nearly midnight when Tom moved silently into his wife's bedroom. Before she knew what was happening, Tom tied her wrists, gagged her and then fastened her ankles to the bed. Bessie struggled but could not move far and her shouts came out no more than low moans. Even these were muted when he drew a blanket over her head. Quickly throwing all his possessions in a large duffel bag, he quietly walked to Maddy's house. Tapping on her window before quietly sliding it open he was surprised when the face that appeared was not that of his loved one. It was Harold's. Harold grinned, "So you thought to take my whore wife from me again did you Thomas?" He held a thick staff in his hand ready for use.

Tom didn't wait to answer the question. With the speed of anger, his fist smashed into Harold's face, knocking him to the floor. The cudgel fell unused from his hand; blood streamed from his broken nose. Before Harold had a chance to recover, Tom leaped into the room and used his superior strength to quickly subdue Harold. Tearing the sheets from the bed, he tied and gagged him. With Harold thus secured Tom started looking around the house and found Maddy and Ruth tied to chairs in the kitchen. Harold had caught Maddy packing a short while earlier and guessed she was planning to elope.

Quickly they gathered up her things, raided the housekeeping moneybox. "Please, I'm coming too Tom. Please let me," Ruth pleaded. "I shall be in real trouble if I stay."

"Of course Ruth. You are part of my family now. Gather up your stuff for we must be away shortly."

The trio headed for Mason's barn. "The old truck is there and the keys are always on the hook so we'll take it and leave it in the next town," Tom spoke quietly. "With the money I've saved and what we've have taken from our houses, we can get a train from there. We'll find somewhere where love is not deemed to be lust and is followed by tenderness and not wrath. Where you may find love too Ruth without it being considered sinful. The real God can guide us from now on, not that puppet in the pulpit."

Finis