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CHAPTER 3
The hairbrush smacked down again, this time across my right cheek.
“Two. Thank you Ma’am, may I please have another?” I replied, still feeling like I was in some sort of vacuum or tunnel, as the next swat came hard on my left cheek, followed by another on the same spot before I could even speak.
“Three! Four! . Thank you Ma’am, may I please have another and another?” I rushed out with it so as to keep with her count, and I got the feeling she wasn’t going to make this easy. The next one was high on my thigh and really, really stung.
“Five. Thank you Ma’am, may I please have another?” I felt her shift underneath me and then Sister Martha grabbed my thigh to spread my legs further. When I tried to close them up, she smacked my inside thigh with the paddle.
“Open wide, you sinful slut,” she said, pushing at my leg again, followed by a vicious swing on my left inner thigh.
“Six, than you Ma’am and Seven Ma’am, may I please have another?” I whimpered with the sting of that last one, and resigned myself to getting more of the same. And I got more of the same. Another thirteen of them high and inside on the thighs.
Finally, the twentieth stroke came down and I practically screamed out
“TWENTY! THANK YOU MA’AM, PLASE MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?”
Sister Elaine grabbed my hair and pulled my face up towards hers. “Whoever gave you permission to yell in here?” she snarled, following up with a hard slap across my face.
“I am so sorry, Honored Sisters, forgive me please!” I heard myself begging. “Please punish me!” I couldn’t believe I had just said that, but I was suddenly terrified of these women.
Sister Martha let me slide off her lap onto the floor. “Why don’t you show her some manners, Elaine?” she said, pushing me with her foot. “Up and over Sister Elaine’s knee, right now!”
As I stepped over to sister Elaine’s chair she reached behind her and came out holding a long-handled wooden bath brush with what looked like a very heavy back and handle. She motioned for me to bend as she spread her ample legs.
“Down here, girl and learn some proper behavior in the presence of your betters,” she smirked as she grabbed my hair once again and pulled me over her lap. “Spread ‘em wide,” she demanded, pushing my knees apart. “I think four up each leg and four up the middle should do you fine, what do you think, Martha?”
“That should do fine, I think, Sister,” Martha replied. “And be sure that she thanks you for each one.”
The succession of blows came hard and fast up each thigh as I repeated the ‘thank you’s’ as fast as I could. Then after one shot straight to my crotch with the flat of the big brush, she turned it around, gave me the last three with the handle of it, each one smacking hard into my pussy.
“Thank you, Honored Sister Elaine,” I sobbed, the tears flowing like crazy at that point as she pushed me back down on my knees, in the tray with the cracked corn and seeds. I heard Sister Barbara from off to my left. Somehow I dreaded her attentions the most. I pulled my head back and locked my arms at attention just as she shifted her chair to face me better and lifted both my breasts in her hands, weighing them and giving them a slight squeeze.
“Hmmm, should we give these a taste of our discipline, too?” she almost cooed, leaning in to me.
“What … whatever you wish, Honored Sister,” I whispered.
“Louder!” she hissed, pulling back and viciously pinching my nipples.
“Whatever you wish, Honored Sister,” I replied. By now my knees were screaming in pain. She took the crop from her belt clip.
“Lift them up for us, by the pink,” she said. I took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and raised them up.
“Higher,” she demanded pushing at my hands with her crop. “Now, wider.”
She put her crop on her lap and grabbed my hands, pulling them up and out even more. “There. That’s more like it. Now hold. Right there.”
She took the crop and began to flick the tip back and forth across the undersides of my breasts, and increasing the intensity with each stroke. I gritted my teeth and held on.
Finally, after two really hard smacks she stopped and tapped my hands with the handle of the crop. “You may release them slut.”
“Thank you Honored Sister,” I answered, shaking with fear and my legs about to spasm in cramps.
“Now, hands underneath those bags, lift them up and present them to me.”
I kept my palms flat as I lifted my boobs, nipples quivering, and presented them to her. She smiled slightly and raised the crop, snapping it smartly on my right nipple. I gasped in pain but tried to stay silent, waiting for the one on the left.
She surprised me by giving the next two again on my right before moving to my left for another three or four, I lost count, just trying to keep my breath. My nipples felt numb with the crop snapping down on them so fast.
Sister Barbara gave me few more quick ones, maybe six or eight to each nipple, then quickly shifted her arm and brought the crop down across my belly with five or six crisscrossing slashes, followed by three rally hard shots straight up the center of my crotch. She sat back, breathing heavily.
“Thank you, Honored Sister,” I said, once again through tears of pain, but still remembering to come back to attention with hands behind my head. Sister Beatrice looked down at me over her half-glasses.
“You might have possibilities here, Meredith, dear,” she said, using my name for only the second time. “We will watch your progress in training with great interest, won’t we ladies?” The others nodded in agreement. Sister Barbara leered at me and winked. I tried to ignore her.
“You will report back here in two to three weeks, you will be sent an appointment time. That will be after your first two lessons in Humility and Obedience Training. Before you leave, you will be given the name and address of your mentoring team and the time for your first lesson. Any questions?”
“No, Ma’am, I mean Honored Supreme Sister,” I correct myself. “Only, may I please ask about why we must all be naked. What about Christian modesty?”
Martha glared down at me. “Modesty and privacy are privileges you must earn through humility training and obedience displayed in our disciplining sessions, is that clear, you sinful slut?”
“Yes, Honored Sister Martha,” I answered. “I am sorry to presume.”
“Never mind, Beatrice replied, “it’s a common question, with a simple answer, which you have been given. Now, on your feet.”
I got up and glanced down at my knees. I expected them to be bleeding, but they were bruised with deep impressions fro the seeds.
As I began move to the door, and knock came at a door behind the Sisters and a woman entered with a large gift-wrapped package. She curtsied to the Sisters and presented the box.
“Forgive the interruption, Supreme Sister, but Sister Amy Blaine’s tribute gift just arrived for you.”
“Very well, Monica, open it for me,” Sister Beatrice swiveled in her chair to watch the gift being unwrapped. It was a set of three glass jars, each with crystals in vibrant colors of blue, violet and green.
“Hmm, Sister Amy wants to add to our crystal tray of truth with some new color,” Beatrice said with appreciative smile. I thought for minute that they would spread those crystals and make me kneel on them, sure to make me bleed.
She reached for the jars and opened the violet crystals. Holding them out in her hand, then dumping them onto the tray. As she pulled the top from the second jar, the glass lid split in half and pricked her finger on a sharp edge. Sister Beatrice sucked at the blood on her forefinger as Barbara rose and ran for a towel.
“How awful,” Sister Elaine said, “to send a tribute gift that harms anyone, especially the Supreme Sister.”
Beatrice took the towel that Barbara brought to her and cradled her hand in it. “Now, now, I will be fine. Tell Mimi the secretary to send a thank you note to Sister Amy Blaine.” The three Sisters looked at the Supreme Sister with a strange look as she continued. “And Martha, send her a letter of punishment for her careless packaging or shipping or whatever caused this unfortunate incident.
Let’s set a time for two weeks from today for her appearance, two hour minimum, beginning at one p.m.” Sister Beatrice turned and saw I was still in the room.
“You, uh, Meredith, you will appear here at noon on that day for your first review of your training and discipline. You will then remain here as one of the service staff for sister Amy’s punishment session. Now you may go.” She motioned me off with a wave of her hand.
Before I could move toward the door, Sister Martha took me by the elbow and ushered me to the small exit door and yanked me down to slide out on my bruised and welted ass.
As she shoved me down, she said, “You should know what an honor it will be to serve us on your first day of training review. We will expect a grand review and exemplary gratitude and behavior.”
“Yes, Honored Sister Martha, “I will, thank you Sister.”
The brush bristles tore at me as I slid out, then stood up as gracefully as I could. There were two other women in the center of the room, sorting through the clothes that were still scattered around from when we had been ordered to strip. They gathered everything up and strung it our along the bench where we all still sat as the last interviews were taking place. I was beginning to wonder how would get out clothing back since it was all messed up at this point. Then I though, that’s probably just another part of their whole control thing that’s going on here.
We all waited there on the bench, trying not to fidget, since that would only cause more pain on the steel strips on the bench seat. My ass was in real agony after the several sets of strokes I had taken, and it seemed an eternity until the last woman came out, wailing in agony as she was shoved out the doggy door exit onto the brushes. Her ample big butt was bleeding, and the two women who were gathering clothing rushed to her and dragged her across the bristles and off to the end of the room to what seemed to be a kid’s wading pool. They swabbed her butt with a wet rag, which made her squeal even louder, then tossed her down into the pool, still sobbing and squealing.
The large door opened and the four Sisters of the Supreme Council emerged and took their places at the dais once more. Sister Beatrice cleared her throat.
“All right all of you have undergone your placement interviews, and here are our judgments. Number 21, and number 3, you are rejected at this time for both excessive noise and weight. Number 3, join number 21 in the pond at the end of the room.”
The fat woman who had already been given extra lashes at the beginning of the session started sobbing a one of the women led her down the length of the room and shoved her down into the pool.
Sister Martha read from a clipboard. “You may re-apply in one month, after having lost as least fifteen pounds, and come to us begging for at least twenty-five strokes of the cane, just to re-start your process.” Then she turned to those of us on the bench.
“Numbers 5, 7, 8, 9 11, 14, 15, 19, 20, stand and line up on the blue line facing us,” Sister Martha announced. The women took their places on the line and Beatrice stood up.
“You are accepted provisionally, which means you will appear here next week at this same time for another interview. The reason is that you all have passed our standard of behavior, but each of you has excess weight and your first order of training is to lose a minimum of five pounds this week. Your weights today will be recorded and written on each belly. Every day you will weigh yourself and write that weight on your belly after marking out the previous day’s weight. You will also send the Sister Martha an email message telling her your weight for the day.”
The two women assistants were going along the line with a scale, weighing each and noting the weight with a black marker on each heaving belly.
Beatrice remained standing as she looked at the rest of us still on the bench. “You will rise and stand on the yellow line,” she said, pointing to the line right in front of the bench. I jumped up at the chance to relieve my throbbing butt cheeks.
“Congratulations, you nine,” Beatrice continued, “you have been accepted into our program of Humility and Obedience Training, or HOT as we like to call it.
When you directed, you may collect your clothing and leave by the end door, where you may dress in the lobby and you may collect your shoes and purses from where you checked them on the way in.”
“This is where you show your gratitude you stupid twats,” Sister Elaine interjected.”
“Thank you, Supreme Sister, thank you Honored Sisters,” we all chimed in.
“Now, there is just one minor task yet to perform,” Sister Martha joined her two Sisters in standing. “Under the bench, you will each find a yellow bucket. Go get it and return to the line.”
We all complied as the two assistants came along the women in the blue line and passed out a red Solo cup to each one. Sister Martha continued.
In the bucket you will find a pair of blinder goggles. Set the bucket on the line, put the goggles over your eyes and squat over the bucket.”
The goggles were swimmer’s goggles that had been completely black out with some sort of paint. When I put them on, it was total darkness.
“You fatties on the blue line, you put yours on, too, but you will remain standing” Martha ordered.
“Yes, Honored Sister, thank you, Sister,” I heard them reply.
“Now, the simple task for each of you is to urinate into the bucket,” Sister Martha stated, as shock waves went through each of us, at least through me, and I couldn’t imagine that it didn’t have the same effect on all of us.
“Come now, you know you have to obey, so get over yourselves and just do it!” Sister Barbara exclaimed. “And you fatties here, you hold that cup under you as you fill it up to the mark on it.”
I willed myself to pee, knowing that only the four women up front could see me, but I still couldn’t do it, though I reminded myself that I hadn’t peed in hours.
“As a reward for prompt obedience to those of you on the yellow line, once you have completed the task, you may rise and remove the goggles, so that you can observe the others performing their obedience,” Sister Martha added.
“But you fatties, keep your goggles on and stay in your squat until you are released,” Barbara added.
I heard streams of urine into the buckets at my left and struggled like crazy. Finally, I felt the tinest trickle coming out of me, then something in my brain caved in and the pee started gushing out of me. It was relief, even though it was splasing up all over my crotch, and I knew we weren’t going to be getting any toilet paper anytime soon.
As soon as the last drops squeezed out of me, I stood up a slipped the goggles off my eyes. Sister Elaine was grinning per predatory grin at my shame. I looked around and saw that two of the other women had completed their tasks and stood proudly, looking around at the others still squatting and squirming. Sheila squatted beside me, struggling mightily to turn loose wiht a urine flow, but she just couldn’t seem to do it.
After about five minutes, there were still two women on our line who couldn’t seem to pee in the bucket, Sheila and an older woman at the end.
Martha was obviously losing patience. “Take these two to the pond,” she ordered as the two assistants took each by the elbow and marched them to the pool where the two fat women sat with their arms clutched around their raised knees. They were each seated on the arms of the fat women as though on a toilet.
“You have exactly one minute to release your bladder onto the fat toilet seat you are on, or you will become one yourself!” Martha said.
Sheila suddenly squirmed and let go, her stream splashing all over the tits of the fat woman hovering and shuddering under her. But the older woman ws having a hard time of it. Sheila jumped up and removed her goggles, grinning at me.
Martha stormed the length of the room, and grabbed the woman still trying to overcome her inhibitions. “That’s it!” Martha spewed. “I’m done with your disobedience! Down into the pond.” Martha grabbed the woman by the shoulders and pushed her down so the little pool was now crowded with three women. She turned to us looking on.
“You have two minutes to gather your clothing in one hand while holding your piss buckets and march out this door,” she said pointing to the door besdie her where we had all entered. “And on your way out, you will empty your bucket into the pond, or more accurately, over the heads of these three rejects,” she added. “And that is an ORDER!” she shouted, returning to her place at the dais.
We began grabbing clothes and heading for the door as we heard Martha redirec ther attention to the otgher women stil squatting at the front of the room.
“And you nine chubs, all seem to have complied so you may remove your goggles and stand, but you must hold onto your cups.” Martha went on as I glanced at the women struggling to their feet while I got my clothes together and headed for the door. Three others were already waiting there, the exit blocked by one of the assistants.
Sister Barbara had joined the woman blocking the exit, and she gestured to each of us to empty our pee buckets over the heads of the three in the pond before we could leave.
As I poured mine over the head of the woman who just couldn’t get herself to pee, I heard Sister Martha issuing another command to the nine chubbies who were gathering their clothes.
“You will each put on your panties and bra.” Martha commanded, “then you will pour the contents of your cup over your face, onto your chest and reserve some to dump into your panties, so that you will where it home. And I suggest you drive carefully, it wouldn’t be good to get stopped while stinking of drying piss, now, would it?”
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