The Christian Discipline Diaries

The Christian Discipline Diaries

Suzzane Smithers

Mid-Morning, March 9th  1996 – Afterwards at the Pastor’s House

I have to admit that I was a bit shaky as I walked to the kitchen.  I was every which way emotionally.  One part of me was appalled by what I had seen, a friend that I had admired abused in a cruel way.  And Martha went for it and submitted to it and horror of horrors, may have gotten turned on by it.  I was bothered by the memories of my childhood Chastisements flooding back.  Particularly that last buck-naked breast and pussy switch whipping right before I ran away from home and Dom got me pregnant.  And Dom and I were both obviously turned on by what we had just been through.  We were both too stunned to talk.  We just sat there in the kitchen and drank coffee.  Yup, Henry and Martha were also turned on by the thrashing, we could hear them grunting away in the parlor.  Dominic’s last swat must have landed right on that already swollen twat making it even more sore and tender.  What must it feel like being rogered through those swollen lips.  As I sat there in silence I looked at Dom holding the strap in his right hand and lightly slapping it into his left palm.  It began to soak in what all of this was all about.  It was all about me.  My time was about to come.  My time under the strap.  During the 10 years of our marriage Dom had never beaten me.  I had endured no Chastisements.  Dominic was too tenderhearted for that.  And how had I repaid him.  By acting the brat and spoiling our girls and ruining our marriage.  Looking at my husband I said “Is that for me?” nodding my head in the direction of the strap.  He nodded his head back in affirmation.  “Did the Pastor give the strap to you?” I queried.  Again he nodded.  “I guess things will have to change” I said.  Again he nodded, laid the strap on  the table and took another sip of his coffee.  “Martha did this for us, didn’t she?” I suggested.  Dom replied finally, “She really did this for you”.  Just then Pastor Henry and Martha walked into the kitchen, Martha with her face flushed and long dark hair disheveled.  Henry swung a chair around and straddled it.  “Well Suzzane you beginning to understand Submission, Obedience and Discipline.”  I replied, “I understand it, I just not sure that I can manage it”.  Martha came up behind me as I was sitting and gave me a big hug.  “Honey, there’s nothing to it.  I will help you through your first Chastisement by your husband.  And remember I taught him how to properly Chastise.  Don’t worry.  At first he won’t be anyway as tough on you as he was on me.  I am the Pastor’s wife, it is my duty to set the example for all the women  of our Church.  Honey, this wasn’t nothing, just an every couple of weeks Chastisement.  You should see my yearly Discipline.  It is a Severe Chastisement.  But now your time is come.”

Dom and I stood up.  Pastor Henry came up to me and placing his hands on my cheeks held my head.  “Suzzane, your husband loves you.  But he must be the boss, that is the way it is in our Church.  Are you willing to Submit, Obey and be Disciplined.”  I nodded my head up and down.  “Today Martha demonstrated how much she trusts and loves the two of you” he continued.  “She will spend the rest of the day helping you.  Now you must immediately go home and be Chastised by your Husband.  Later today you must finally begin the Disciplinary training of your daughters.  You must stop wearing the pants in the family.  You need to learn to dress like a lady of our Church and not like a slovenly slut.  Martha will help you with that.  You must learn to keep a diary of our spiritual development along the path of Submission, Obedience and Discipline. Tonight, before you go to bed your Husband will review your progress and further Chastise you.  Are you ready to go now?”  Again I nodded my head up and down.  “Then kneel down and I will call down the blessing of the Lord upon you.”  I folded my hands in prayer and I knelt there and then in the kitchen.  Pastor Henry put his hands on my head and prayed over me.  I cried.  Then Martha handed him the blue rope and he bound my hands just as he had bound Martha’s hands.  He picked up the strap off the table and placed in my husband’s hands.  “You know what to do with this” he said to Dominic.  Dominic nodded.  Henry continued “I will send Martha with you to guide you through the next few hours.  She knows and understands”.

March 9th, About 10:30 We Go to Our House

Henry led the way out to our car.  My husband opened up the passenger’s side door for me since my hands were bound.  Martha got into the back and Dom got into the driver’s seat.  As he rolled down the window Pastor Henry poked his head in and spoke to Dom and I.  “Woman, obey your Husband in all things, Husband bring your wife along the path of Discipline and love her always.  Now go.” We rolled down the gravel driveway to the Farm to Market road that would take us to our home in the piney woods 3 miles away.  As he drove he began to give me instructions, “I am serious that I wear the pants in this family.  Right now I want you to take off those jeans and panties.”  I immediately interjected “How am I going to take them off with my hands tied.  And you expect me to get naked from the waist down while driving down this road.”  Dom said “Twelve! And the next word out of you raises it to eighteen.  I want you ready to receive your Chastisement the moment we pull off the road and into our driveway.  Any further comments from you and I will Chastise you right in front of our house.”  In the back seat, in her blue dress Martha chuckled.  “Then honey, I am going to take you into Cleveland.  You are going to get rid of your slacks and jeans and instead get some dresses and skirts.  And I show you how to do some subtle modifications to your dresses, skirts and slips to make it quicker to prepare for Chastisement.  And when you go to Church tomorrow morning I bet you will know what to look for on the clothing of the women around you.  I bet you will be surprised how many women have little fabric-covered buttons on the back of their dresses. And then you will notice how well behaved they are, and how well behaved their daughters are.  That is the way with our Church.” 

And with that I began to fumble with the belt on my jeans.  My hands, bound together were clumsy as I undid the button and unzipped them.  I had to take off my tennis shoes before I could get the jeans off and boy that was a task.  I had to take my panties off by my hooking my thumbs into the front and wrestle them down.  I ripped them but Dom said that was OK because I wasn’t going to be wearing panties much for a while.  Dom drove slowly and by the time our car pulled into the drive of our house I was naked from the waist down and ready for my Chastisement.  I didn’t say a word for the next two hours.  During my “twelve” Martha gave me a piece of leather to bite into.  That way I didn’t bite my tongue or break a tooth.  She also tied me bent over a low kitchen chair.  The two ends of the blue rope lashing together my wrists each got tied to one of the front legs.  Dom gave her two short pieces of rope and she bound my ankles to the back legs of the chair.  She said it will take some time before I can bend over and take Chastisement the way she can.  Until then, it is best to use restraints.  Dom certainly didn’t hold back on the strap.  I passed out at nine.  Martha sponged my forehead until I came around.  For the last three Dom made me spread my knees and my pussy became the object of the strap’s attention.  After the twelfth stroke my husband had Martha untie my ankles and leave the room.  He took me “doggie style” and I have never had sex like that before.  I never said a word until Martha and I got into the car to go shopping in Cleveland.  Then for the next hour it seemed as if neither of us ever shut up.

March 9th, 5 PM, Back to the Parsonage

Martha and I got back from town with about two minutes to spare before 5:00 PM.  Although neither of us said it, I think we were both a bit scared about the consequences of being late.  I certainly had a very, very sore bottom and didn’t want it to get any sorer.  I can’t imagine what Martha’s bottom must have felt like and I am sure she dreaded any more Chastisement, no matter how “moderate”.  We drove down the dirt road to Martha’s house hidden well behind the Holiness Church in a grove of live oaks and magnolias.  I could see my husband’s red F150 pick-up truck parked next to their car.  Henry and Dominic were sitting on the porch, each with a beer in their hand.  As soon as she caught sight of the two men together, Martha stiffened for reasons that I did not immediately understand.

As Matha headed for the house, I took the dress we had bought for her out the back seat and retrieved a couple of her accessory items from the trunk.  As I climbed up on the porch Pastor Henry greeted me with  “Dja girls have a nice afternoon”.  Martha was standing there on the porch looking a bit red-faced. My husband said “Suz, why don’t you set those down on the hall chair, Martha is going to be busy here in a moment”.  Dropping off the clothing purchases only took a moment and I quickly came back out onto the porch.  Henry announced to the two of us “Martha was not completely, quickly and absolutely Obedient to Dominic as I had charged her to be.  She will require further Chastisement.  Martha turn around and Suzie undo the back of her dress.”  Both Martha and I complied, I immediately and Martha with a bit of reluctance.  Once again I assisted as Martha was made to strip until she was clad only in her hose and shoes.  This time she had to do it on the front porch of her own house. 

As she undressed I noticed how much her swat spots had progressed since we dressed together in the car on our way to Cleveland.  She flinched when she took her bra off.  Her breasts were now completely purple-red and swollen.  He nipples were oozing slightly and the inside of the cups of her bra had a slight blood stain.  Similarly she was slow in taking her panties off and there was slight blood staining of the fabric of the crotch.  The blood spot was too thin to be menstrual blood.  Henry barked, “Martha bend over and spread your cheeks”.  Martha turned toward us, with her rear to the door and exposed herself.  “No, bad girl, we need to inspect you” he prompted “turn around and spread”.  Martha shuffled about so that we could see the results that her two earlier “Moderate” Chastisements had on her bottom.  I was horrified and audibly gulped.  I swear that every square inch of skin from her belt-line just about to the tops of her nylons as covered in purple bruise.  This included her butt, and the inside, back and outside of her thighs.  About the only skin that wasn’t purple was in her crack where there was the belt couldn’t reach.  Worst of all was her pussy.  It was so swollen that the minor and major labia were one tense distended bruise on either side of her introitus.  The whole area was abraded and covered with a thin film of blood and mucous.  Henry finished his inspection and commented “Brother Dominic, I am glad that at least you follow my instructions exactly.  You did a truly excellent job of Chastisement”.     

“O.K. Suzie, let’s get going” my husband stated quietly and I hopped to it with a will having received, in my opinion, enough punishment for the day.  As we walked off the porch I heard our Pastor instruct his wife to go and harvest a bouquet under the oaks.  “Thanks for the tract, I will give it to Suzie to read” Dominic waved and handed me a yellow, eight and a half by eleven, cardboard-covered, thin booklet.  He then added, “Mind if I leave my truck here?   No sense driving two vehicles tonight.  I will pick it up after Church tomorrow.”  As I got in the Crown Vic I looked over to the live oak trees and wondered ‘where are the flowers?’ because flowers don’t grow under live oaks, nothing grows under live oaks.  As we drove away I saw Martha bending over and cutting something among the oak shoots sprouting up from the roots of the tree.  In her bent over position her bruised backside was a spectacular (if intimidating) view.  I felt sorry for her because her breasts looked like they hurt just from hanging there in her bent over positions.  I will have to ask her what she was picking tomorrow before Church.

A New Way of Life is Coming

As Dominic drove to John and Marsha Hunter’s house, where we had left the three girls at 8:30 this morning, I turned my attention to the thin book that my Pastor had given us.  “CHASTISING YOUR DAUGHTER – INSTRUCTIONS FOR CHRISTIAN UPBRINGING”.  The author was a Rev. E. E. Norcod who was of the same denomination as all of us, Strict Bible Observance Evangelical Church of Christ.  I had never heard of him before but then I am not much of a reader and we don’t have cable TV or any kind of good TV reception out here in the Piney Woods.  Dominic said “Suzie, I think that you need to read this very carefully.  We have been very lax in the way we have been raising our three girls.  We are going to start changing things tonight”.  After what had been going on this morning I had a hunch about what that meant.

Over the next five minutes as we drove to the Hunter’s, I outlined to me what I needed to do.  We picked up the girls.  The Hunter’s were glad to see us and reduce their stock of pre-adolescent girls from five to two.  “God Bless! See you at Church tomorrow!” I cried as we pulled away.  Dominic immediately stilled the chatter of our daughters as we headed for home.  He explained that their evil ways were coming to an end which puzzled them to all out.  They hadn’t done anything bad that day they interrupted.  SILENCE he commanded.  Their behavior had become so out of control that they no longer even new what bad was.  This was going to change.  ENOUGH!  They were cowed and silent and I quietly read for the next ten minutes as we drove home.  Then it was march! into the living room and kneel facing the wall with noses just touching the wood patterned paneling.  They got a break for our supper.  But after supper it was back to “corner time” against the wall until 8:00 PM.  At that time we went over their sins for the week.  Then it was shower time and to bed.

After they were asleep, Dominic told me “go to our bedroom, undress, and kneel at the foot of the bed”.  Shaking with fear I swiftly obeyed his command.  As I disrobed and put my clothes in the wash hamper I couldn’t help but notice that prominently displayed on the wall was the strap that had played such a major role in Martha’s and my lives earlier that day.  I gulped and started shaking when Dom walked into the room, naked and with an erection.  “Stand up” he ordered “and present your hands to me”.  My hands were lashed together.  Next it was “bend over across the foot of the bed and put your hands under your face”.  After, “Spread your feet” it was my ankles that were bound to the lower feet of the bed.  I pretty well knew what was coming.  He lectured me on the need for absolute Submission, Obedience and Discipline and the need for the same from our Daughters.  Then he said, “Twelve good ones, six on each side enforce the lessons of the day”.  He went over and took the heavy leather strap down.  But he also grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and put it under my cheek.  Then he turned off the light and stood behind me. 

I don’t really know how long he waited before he started my Chastisement.  I know it seemed like an hour.  At first I was trembling but after a while that stopped and I actually got cold.  Then I began to get sleepy because I was so exhausted from such a incredible day.  Finally he took a deep breath and I heard it come, SWOOSH!  I know that at the first smack my body startled involuntarily and I gasped.  But I had managed to put my mind off in a fair distant place and said “thank you love, please give me eleven more” spontaneously and in complete control.  Dom waited for at least a minute before he gave the next. I counted to seventy-five in my head before the next SWOOSH.  Although my rear end was screaming my mind was far away “thank you love, please give me ten more” and so it went.  He spared my most private parts.  There were no strokes between the legs.  He even spared the insides of my thighs.  By the time we got to “Thank you Lord, give me six more” my vagina was becoming hot and moist.    At, “Thank You My Lord, Three More Please!” I counted to over 100 before the next blow and my vulva was sopping.  Eventually, I was trembling in anticipation of the last blow and it was far different than fear alone.  When he slipped in his dick I grunted like a feral hog.  As he thrust in and out I began to squeal “Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Me” as the sensation of pecker rubbing my bruised and swollen privates was more than I could bear.  I can’t believe we didn’t wake the kids.  Yet I still wanted more, and rougher.  He had never been so gigantic and hard inside me ever.  We both climaxed at the same time.  His cum shot filled my pussy and I squeezed like I have never squeezed before until semen ran down my twitching legs.  It seemed as if every muscle from my knees to my neck was contracting.  I felt muscles contracting that I didn’t know I had.  He just collapsed wordless on top of me, not even pulling out.  He yawned and fell asleep on top of me.  I accepted the situation and soon I too was asleep.