The Christian Discipline Diaries

The Christian Discipline Diaries

Suzzane Smithers

Sunday March 10th, 1996 – Before Church

Dom says that today, after Church, I must display the “Fruits of my First Chastisement”.  I learned that this meant that I had to show my bruised behind to the Pastor and Martha.  This morning I put on my new Church Dress.  This was a beautiful yellow checked pattern print full sleeved, high necked frock with a full pleated skirt with flounces.  I bought it yesterday with Martha and modified it with a pair of loops with buttonholes in the inside back just above the waist.  It also has a pair of small white buttons on the outside back at the shoulders.  This allows the skirts to be fastened up in the back Exposing my behind for inspection or Application of Implements of Discipline.  (Dominic edits my diary to make sure I use the right terms).  When ever I wear this dress I am not supposed to wear any underwear.  As for a bra, I really don’t have that much need of one since my titties aren’t much more than A cup.  When I look in the mirror, I notice that my nipples, which are a bit hard this morning, really poke the dress’ fabric.  This is because the bodice of the dress fits so snugly.  Actually, I think it looks sexy.  I am a little bit bothered though, about not wearing panties.  I have never done this before.  But Dom says that this uneasiness is the point of it.  He says it contributes to the Fear of the Lord. 

We all got in the car, Dominic my Husband and the girls, Sophie, aged 8 and the twins Sarah and Samantha, aged 10.  For once they are quiet as they sit in the back of the Crown Vic.  It is a nice car.  We usually get to drive a nice car because Dominic is the Service manager at the Ford Dealer.  He brings them home to check them out.  Usually the girls fuss and fidget and fight in the back.  But last night they got the first big league spanking of their lives.  This morning their bottoms are sore.  The sore bottoms remind them to behave or else.  Holiness Church is only about ten, fifteen minutes down the road from where we live.  Martha, the Pastor’s wife is tall and beautiful and my best friend.  Yesterday afternoon she helped me pick this dress out.  She has really good taste.  Both of us got Chastised yesterday.  First Martha got it at her home and then we both got it at our home.  When it was all over we were sent out to shop for some new dresses for me.  After we dropped Martha off at home, Dominic had left his pickup truck at the Pastor’s house and yesterday evening we all drove home in the car, picking the girls up on the way.

We got to Church an hour early as we usually do.  The girls and I helped Martha set up the chairs while Dominic talked with the Pastor.  About half an hour before Services the only red head in our Church, Mary Stewart showed up.  This was unusual because she is usually late coming to Services.  I went up to her and said hello.  She was wearing a real nice, well fitted red dress with long sleeves and A line skirts that came down to at least mid calf.  And RED SHOES and RED STOCKINGS!   But although she looked real good in the dress she also looked real nervous.  I asked her “What’s the matter, just miss your period”.  She replied, “Suz, you are always so flippant.  You would laugh at the gates of Hell and ask Satan if he had the furnace fired up hot enough.  But then you always look at the bright side of things.  We’ll talk later but save me the place next to you during Service.”  With that we went different ways helping to put out the hymnals.  Although we don’t have an organ we sing up a storm with just a little cassette player to accompany us. 

Martha, as usual looked beautiful.  She was wearing a white, almost ankle length dress with a pattern of tiny blue flowers made out of a fabric that was light as air.  It clung to her beautifully.  A wide black patent-leather belt encircled her narrow waist.  Just a bit of pastel blue stocking showed between the hem of the dress and her black high-heeled patent-leather shoes.  And she certainly had the body to go with the dress and accessories.  She was almost forty and childless.  However she was still the envy of every woman at Holiness Church.  Her dark brown hair was piled up on top of her head in a magnificent swirl tied with pastel blue ribbons.  Only her husband Henry, my Husband Dominic and I knew about the horrible bruises she had all over her body from our Chastisement yesterday.  She got it much worse than me.  And believe me my bottom is pretty sore this morning.  More sore than it was ever in my life.  My pussy is also sore.  This is because it took a few hard spanks with the belt yesterday.  It lips were swollen when Dominic had sex with me at noon.  And he is really big which means it really hurt when he went in.  And he did it again late last night.  I hope I am not oozing.  In my no-panty condition I am afraid it will spot my slip and show on my dress.

As Church filled up I notice, for the first time how many women had that tell tale pair of buttons on the back of their dress or back.  Almost half of the women and teenaged girls had them.  I wondered if all of them were being Chastised like Martha and me.  Funny, you never noticed those buttons until you had to sew them on for yourself.  Martha’s beautiful new white dress had them.  And when Mary sat down, in the seat I had saved for her to my left, just before Service started, I noticed that she had a pair of buttons on her back of her red dress too.  She whispered in my ear “suz, when did you start wearing buttons”.  I whispered back “yesterday”.  Mary whispered back, “three months for me, but I’m not real good at it”.  Ten year old Sarah, sitting just to my right went “Shhh!, be quiet Pastor is getting ready to start Service”.  She and Samantha had Sophie the Brat sandwiched in between them with Dominic and I keeping order from the ends.  Mary’s children were below five years old so they nestled in the ‘crèche’ for the little kids in the Pastor’s house rather than having to come to Church.  Despite having had two kids recently, Mary had kept her shape terrifically.  Her breasts had filled out but weren’t saggy but her waist remained slim.  And unlike me, each pregnancy hadn’t put five pounds on her hips.  Some people had all the luck.  I was not all that close to Mary when we were in high school cause she was so prissy and I was so wild.  But lately I have come to like her more.

Sunday March 10th, 1996 – During the Homily and After

After about 20 minutes of singing, Pastor Henry started piling into his sermon.  Here comes a hour and a half of hellfire and smoking sulfur.  The kids mercifully decided to semi-nod off rather than fidget and therefore I did not poke Sara.  About ten minutes into the sermon Mary slipped me a folded letter from her purse.  I opened it up and started to read.  I just about dropped the piece of paper on the floor.  At the top was: NOTICE OF STERN CHASTISEMENT AT HOLINESS STRICT OBSERVANCE EVANGELICAL CHURCH.  Dear Mrs. Stewart it began and Martha had signed it as Church Disciplinarian.  I read the front and back unobtrusively and slipped it back to her.  I was flabbergasted.  Mary was to strip, to be tied up and to be beaten with switches.  I gulped as I recalled the time my mom had given me a buck-naked switch whipping.  At least I was able to run around trying to escape her until she really got me in a hold.  Some of those switch wounds bled.  No wonder she was so nervous.  We looked at each other and she blushed.  As I looked toward Martha I viewed her in a very, very different light.  Before yesterday she was only my friend.  Yesterday she was someone who was getting punished just like me.  Today, I realize that she might someday be the one giving me a whipping with a switch.

After Service was over Mary and I walked to the back of the Church to help in putting things away.  I quietly said to her, “what the Hell is going on”.  Mary simultaneously said “Peter gave me that notice yesterday.  Looks like I got some licks coming pretty soon.”  I set my girls and Mary’s kids to work helping Martha who always liked to have a mob of willing hands to boss around.  Mary and I started putting the folding wooden chairs back into their storage closet at the back of the Church.  “Mary” I asked “what is this about Stern Church Chastisement. I have heard Dominic and the Pastor talking about Chastisements but I haven’t gotten any sense about it”.  Mary replied, “Don’t try and figure it out.  They will explain it all to you eventually.  Just tell me, have you ever been whipped with a switch?”  Truthfully I said “yeah, my mom used to use a switch on me just before I ran off with Dominic”.  Then I lied “Oh, it’s not so bad”.  I didn’t want to tell her about the cuts that bled and took a couple of weeks to heal.  And the angry random flailing of my mother was unlikely to match the cold precise strokes that I could see Martha applying.  I was my turn to interrogate Mary “What’s this about Bondage?”  She replied “I don’t know exactly.  Apparently they tie you down when they beat you.  I know Peter has been spending a lot of Saturdays down here at Church with your husband and John and the Pastor.  You know Peter is a pretty darn good carpenter”.  I knew what being tied down for punishment was like.  I told her “being tied down makes it a lot worse”.  Mary actually started shaking and sort of croaked out “I’m scared”.

Right then Pastor Henry came up to the two of us.  “Well ladies”, he smilingly piped up, “it is nice to see the two of you working so well together.  I’m glad you are both staying after service with us.  Marsha’s 13 year old girl will be taking care of your kids over at my house.  They are a bit young, you know.”  “Young for what” I wondered to my self.  My glance over at Mary was not reassuring.  At this point almost everybody had left the Church except Mary, myself, Martha, Marsha and her 15 year old Daughter.  I always keep forgetting her name because it’s her younger sister Anne that baby sits. OK, its Ashley.  Also there was Carol, a chubby younger woman who I didn’t know well.  At this point the men were outside and were beginning to close the slatted wooden shutters that covered and protected the windows during those times when we weren’t actually having services.  The Church got quite a bit darker as the illumination decreased to only the six big incandescent bulbs that dangled in a row down the center of the Church.  It was quite a change from the glaring brightness of a sunny Piney Woods morning in March.  But ones eyes quickly adapted and I realized that there was really plenty of light in Church.

Carol, Marsha and Ashley, having finished their tasks came over and helped Mary and I finish up with the chairs.  Martha told us to leave about half a dozen out.  The lectern was also left out.  Marsha Carpenter was thin, in her late thirties and a bit bitchy to most people.  Her girls were about 3 to four years older than my girls and Anne frequently baby sat for me.  We all got along well together.  But then I seem to get along pretty well with everybody.  “What are you here for suzy” Marsha enquired.  She was severely dressed in a long-calf-length, black cotton skirt that buttoned down the center.  The dark blue cotton hose she had on certainly didn’t improve her image.   However she was wearing a really pretty white blouse with ruffles down the center and a big white bow adorning her collar.  I couldn’t tell if she was wearing a bra or not because was blouse was so loose.  Besides her titties are even smaller than mine and I bet they really sag when she is not supporting them with a bra.  Ashley was dressed similarly to her mother although not quite as severely.  Her blouse was certainly tighter.  Over the last year it was becoming obvious that she didn’t inherit her mother’s skimpy breasts.   I quietly said to Marsha “I got really walloped by my husband yesterday and today I have to show the bruises to Pastor Henry and Martha”.  “Well” Marsha said “looks like you are getting off easy.  I’m here for my fourth ‘Sternie’.  And I suppose that I will be getting a double dose.  One set for my ‘transgressions’ and another for the sins of my eldest Daughter the ‘slut’”.  She shook her blond head in the direction of the blooming fifteen-year-old Ashley to her right.  “Well” Marsha continued “lucky for you.  I will be lucky if my heinie is not bleeding by the time we drive home tonight.  That’s why I always wear the darkest skirt I can for a sternie.  If you’re bleeding a lot it doesn’t show.”  Mary’s shaking got worse when she heard the word ‘bleeding’. 

“Well what are you here for dearie” Marsha said to Mary, “you seem scared shitless”.  “I, I, I’ve never gotten a St, St, Str, Str, Stern Chastisement before” stuttered Mary.  “Well it could be a lot worse, you could be getting Severe Chastisement” said Marsha “I hear that they really peel the skin off you in a Severie.  Not that we’ve ever had one here.  Well, I hear they only give you a Severie once a year.  I wonder if her blue majesty over there has ever had a Severie?”  Marsha pointed her head over in the direction of Martha who was fiddling with something in the front of the Church.  Marsha’s monologue was hardly reassuring to Mary.  “Well what are you here for fatso?” continued Marsha turning to Carol.  The bleached blonde, heavyset young woman was obviously offended by Marsha.  “Well, I’m not going to the well!” Carol said mocking Marsha.  “My husband and Pastor Henry decided a month ago that the prospect of Church Chastisement would encourage me lose weight.  So every Saturday afternoon is weigh-in time at the Pastor’s house.  If I haven’t lost at least one pound that week, then its Stern Chastisement in Church the next day.  Guess who the scale decided to be shitty to yesterday.  I had actually gained a pound.  So it looks like my behind will get fed a score or two dozen for lunch today.”  Looking at Carol’s rear end, it certainly was big enough to absorb a considerable amount of punishment.  Carol was wearing a white dress with three circumferential rows of flounching ruffles on the skirts.  But that did not conceal that she had a butt that put mine to shame.  Similarly, the tight fitting bodice of her dress left no doubt that a very substantial bra must be supporting breasts that must have required at least DD cups.  She must have been a 44’ or maybe even a 46’.  It would be interesting to she how she behaved under Chastisement.

Stern Chastisement in Church

“OK Ladies” Martha proclaimed in a ringing voice.  “Time to come to the front of the Church and get things started.  I will tolerate no dawdling.”  The paneling at the front of the Church was opened.  I had never realized that there was a closet up there.  I guess that this was where they stored the podium.  Martha had already taken out a folding card table.  “Marsha, set up the table” Martha commanded followed by “put your cards on the table”.  By this she must have meant the eight and a half by eleven sheets printed on card stock like the one that Mary had shown me earlier.  At this point Pastor Henry came in, accompanied by my Husband, Dominic, Marsha’s Husband Peter, and Carol’s Husband whom I didn’t know.  Pastor Henry was carrying a manila folder into which he placed the cards that he picked up from the table.  Then he put the folder on the lectern.

The other men began to move two pieces of furniture out of the closet at the front of the Church.  When she saw what the men were moving, Mary’s knees buckled and I had to lend her an elbow to keep her up.  First they brought out what looked to be a somewhat tall carpenter’s horse, maybe 36” high.  But this was more sturdily constructed than any sawhorse I had ever seen.  And varnished till it shined.  The four legs were constructed out of four by fours and were attached to a rectangular base plate of two by sixes, flat to the polished wood floor.  Attached at several places on each leg were belts that looked like sturdy leather dog collars.  I was beginning to understand.  Even scarier was what came out next.  I remember as a child reading in school about the Pilgrims back in seventeenth century in New England.  There was a picture in the History book that showed a Pillory.  There in the front of the Church they set up a Pillory.  Woagh!  Lastly Martha started laying out switches on the card table.  That was what she had been picking under the live oak tree yesterday evening.  The switches were mostly cut from live oak shoots but there was one wicked one that looked like hackberry and a long one that looked like crepe myrtle.  Wehw!  As a girl I had been whupped with hackberry and knew how resilient and flexible they were.  Hackberry never seemed to break.  Most of the switches were about 36” long and had the thin bark and buds stripped off the last 18” or so.  Others were shorter.  The hackberry were about 18 to 24” long that still had the bark on and were tied into bundles of five to six.  I hoped that Marsha was right in her hunch that I wasn’t scheduled to receive Stern Chastisement today.  This stuff looked serious.  Each switch or bundle had a tag attached to it by string and I could just make out family names written on the paper tags.  Finally, Martha brought out the wickedest looking Implement of all.  It was a piece of fishing rod.  The very thin, final 28 or 30” of one.  It had the metal ferules taken off but the black string wrappings were still on.  It had a handle attached.  I didn’t have to be told what that was for.  My imagination was all too good.  That and the bottle of rubbing alcohol and cotton balls that Dominic was setting out on the Table.  Mary was now shaking so bad that only my arm was keeping her up.

After the “furniture” had been set up, Martha cleared her throat and announced.  “Ladies and girls to the back of the Church and prepared yourselves. Half-slips are to be removed.  Carol, remove your dress.  Marsha, you and your Daughter are to remove your skirts.  Mary, it is only necessary to button up the back of your dress.  suzie, the same with you.  Then everybody pass your water.”  As we disrobed or hitched up our skirts, the men placed the half a dozen of the folding wooden chairs in the middle of the Church and sat down.  I gathered up the back skirts of Mary’s red dress and used the inside loops to fasten them up to the buttons.  Mary’s hands were shaking so badly that she fumbled with the back of my yellow dress for quite some time.  Marsha and Ashley took off their skirts and half-slips and hung them on hooks at the back of the Church.  Then Marsha did up Ashley’s blouse in the back and Ashley did the same for her mom.  Carol morosely unzipped the back of her dress, slipped it off her shoulders, let it fall to the floor in a heap and stepped out of it.  She removed a remarkably long and full petticoat, hung it up and then added the white dress to the hook. 

None of us had made the mistake of wearing panties. Carol had on an industrial strength bra.  Outside of her shoes and white stockings, this was all she was now wearing. Praise the Lord for that bra because otherwise I swear her nipples would have probably hung down around her knees.  Carol was fat enough around the waist that I could barely see the remains of her blond bush.  When Ashley’s blouse was done up, it became obvious that she was wearing a very nice, satin bra which enclosed beautiful breasts.  On the other hand her Mother’s braless breasts thinly sagged down in front. The front of Marsha’s blouse had opened a quite bit from the gathering in the back and her nipples were just peaking out below.  It was not very flattering to her.  She probably would have looked better without a blouse at all. 

Carol was the quickest to strip.  I was beginning to suspect that her Husband ran a tight household.  She went right over to an ottoman-sized box in the back of the Church, lifted the lid, and soon a tinkling was heard.  Of course.  No chances with ’accidents’.  Ashley went over next and took some time to get going.  She turned a bright red, probably with shame at having to urinate in front of all these people.  Then finally, you could hear the pissing.  Marsha made a quick job of it.  It was obviously not the first time for her.   Mary was still having trouble fastening up the back of my dress.  Marsha came over, pointed Mary toward the piss pot and finished the job.  “Sorry, this is the first time for me” Mary whispered as she sat on the commode but was unable to empty her bladder.   This whisper elicited a number of bellowed commands from Martha up in front. 

“Silence! If I hear any more chattering it will results in an increased level of Chastisement.  Everybody up front, right now.  No more dawdling”.  She was swishing the fiberglass rod back and forth menacingly. “Kneel down starting here, in the following order. suzie, first.  Here!” Martha pointed with the rod which made me nervous.  I knelt facing the wall of the Church.  “You are only here for Exposure and Inspection so we will deal with you first.  Mary, this is your first Stern Chastisement so we will deal with next.  Kneel here.  Ashley, this is also your first so kneel to the right of Mary.  OK pain slut, you’re next.”  Martha must have been referring to Marsha since Marsha immediately knelt just to the right of her Daughter.  “Fatso you’re last.”  Carol was the last of us in line.  Then everything became deathly silent.  I didn’t even breath a sigh of relief at being spared Stern Chastisement because I was so scared.  Mary’s trembling was very noticeable.  My bladder was full and hurting but I guess since I if am being spared the rod, I can get by without tinkling.

Inspections

Pastor Henry came up to the front and placed the manila folder down on the lectern.  “Let us open this session of Church Chastisements with a prayer” he began.  After opening his Bible and mumbling about for what seemed like half an eternity, he summoned me to the front and instructed me to face the front of the Church.  Then it was ‘bend over, hold your ankles, and spread your legs’.  There I was with my head between my knees looking out at the group.  I kept getting progressively redder in the face from the strained position while my Pastor inspected the bruises on my buttocks, thighs and private parts.  Then he called Martha over and she inspected me while Pastor went back to the lectern and mumbled into the Bible some more.  Then he called my Husband over and he inspected.  Then they called over Peter, John and Carol’s Husbands and they all inspected.  And Pastor mumbled into his Bible some more  All the while I kept getting more and more congested and red faced and my bladder was really killing me.  I tried to distract myself my inspecting the behinds of the other women who were kneeling over by the wall.  I particularly needed distraction when someone would poke and pinch at my puss to see how swollen it really was (yes it really is that swollen). 

Amazingly, for all her tremblings and anticipations, Mary’s behind was almost devoid of marks.  Peter either has a very light hand or else she doesn’t bruise easily.  Marsha’s small buttocks and thin thighs, on the other hand, demonstrated that someone had earlier done due diligence with a belt.  The ripe, red bruises testified that she must have taken at least a dozen, and more likely two dozen strokes.  And her well-corrugated pussy had swollen labia undoubtedly due to more than a few probably well aimed belt blows.  John Carpenter rose in my estimation.  All of this stood out because of the contrast with the really ugly dark blue cotton elastic support stockings she was wearing.  Ashley Carpenter’s butt was just that bit fuller than her Mother’s.  Enough to make it likely to please men. But her Father had obviously focused most of his attention on his wife’s rear because there were no more than five minor bruises on her buttocks and none on her thighs.  Being a maiden and having a fuller butt than her mom, you couldn’t see the condition of her pussy when she was kneeling upright.  However I doubt that John had treated his Daughter’s perineum to much Chastisement. 

Carol was the one with the really spectacular marks.  It looks like she must have been beaten some time ago with the rod. There had to be at least a half a dozen one-inch-wide streaks across both cheeks of her ample butt.  She must have been punished about two weeks ago because the splotchy bruises had time to mature and show yellow and green colors in addition to blue.  On top of the marks from her older ass whipping were the signs of a much more recent discipline.  From her waist down to the top of her white stockings and as far as I could see from side to side, her skin was bright red.  It hadn’t had the chance to really bruise yet.  Furthermore it was too uniform to have come from a whipping with a belt.  This had to be the work of a wide heavy strap.  Just like the strap that Pastor gave to Dominic for my Home Chastisements.  I’ll bet that Carol got hers really early this morning.  Maybe right at dawn before she got dressed for Church.  It must just be starting to get real tender right now.  Oh I’ll bet it is really going to hurt when that inflamed butt gets stroked with a really thin Implement like a switch or the rod.

The Parting

Well finally the inspection is over.  I guess that they have gazed sufficiently long at my rear and poked and prodded my pussy enough.  I have to admit that if they had pinched my labia one more time I would have peed.  Finally, I am allowed to stand up and boy do I get dizzy.  I almost pass out from all the blood rushing out of my head.  But OH the pressure is off my bladder.  I wonder if I will get to stay and watch the others take their Chastisements. 

Pastor congratulates Dominic on doing an absolutely first class job on my Home Chastisements.  He really means that my ass, thighs and pussy are spectacular.  Henry continues “Mr. Smithers, for some time the Holiness Church has gotten by with only a single Disciplinarian.  This has meant that my Submissive and Obedient Wife Martha has had to mete out all Church Chastisements.  Since it is difficult for her to Chastise herself, I have had to administer her Chastisements.  This is of course, less than optimal.  Dominic, you have carried out all of my instructions to the absolute letter.  Therefore, I am Commissioning you as our second Church Disciplinarian.  In particular I am committing into your hands the Chastisement of my Wife Martha.”  I took it to mean that Dom had done as spectacular a job on the ass, thighs and pussy of Martha as he had done on me.  But nobody except Henry, Dom and I had seen Martha’s bare behind so how could they know. 

“Furthermore,” Henry droned on, “our Brother Peter Stewart has just finished his most recent Service to our Lord as a carpenter.  He has constructed this magnificent Pillory to which will be Bound those undergoing the most stringent Chastisement that we perform in this Church.  Dominic, today, you will carry out the first Chastisement to use this Furniture of the Lord.  As always, the first to feel any new Chastisement will be my Wife Martha for her job is to set the example in all things to our women.”  Oh yeah, I thought.  Example like in child-bearing ruining her figure?  Henry went on and on. “This will be the final part of our program this afternoon.  Now, suzie, you are dismissed from these proceedings.”  That got my attention.  I noticed that Martha was looking much paler than usual.  I think that she just realized that yesterday’s activities were not to be the end of things for the weekend.  It now looks like Martha will not only be the wielder of Implements today but will also have instruments wielded on her. 

After a moment to think, Martha looked at me and proclaimed,  “Unloose the skirts of your dress and let them drop, put on your undergarments and depart.”  She then added more quietly, “I would appreciate it if you would drop by the Parsonage and make sure the kids don’t do too much damage”.  I could imagine what five kids could do with only Anne to ride herd on them.  I tried to undo the buttoned loops holding up the back skirts of my dress but was unable to reach them easily.  So I went over to Marsha and turned around.  She figured out what was needed and undid the buttons.  I then figured out that what Martha was referring to as undergarments was my half-slip (none of us were wearing panties that morning).  I stepped into and pulled up my petticoat under my dress.  As I was doing this Mary was called up to the front of the Church.

One part of me really wanted to stay and see what happened.  How would Mary hold up to punishment?  I had my doubts as to how much control she could muster.  I wondered what was going through Ashley’s head and what she did to warrant what was clearly awful punishment.  Carol and Marsha were clearly pro’s at this.  But Boy! there was another part of me that was happier to get out of there than I had ever been in my life.  As I opened the door, Mary was having her hands lashed together and was being bent over the end of the ‘horse’ by Martha.  I closed the door and ran over to Henry and Martha’s house to see how all the kids were doing.