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CHAPTER 13
The next few days were a whirl of things and activities, from soccer games to working evenings to cover for taking Monday afternoon off for my Committee interview, to cramming my Sunday Scripture assignment that I knew Joanna and Rose would be perusing and grading prior to my appearance on Monday.
Actually, I got through Sunday pretty easily. Mistress Joanna and her mother Rose seemed to be preoccupied with something or someone else and virtually ignored me. Usually, one of them would have some snide remarks or stern warnings about my Sunday assignments.
I got the girls off to school on Monday and went back home to prepare myself for the interview. I also needed to be sure that there were no stray hairs or stubble in my reverse bikini shave and I ended up spreading myself in front of a mirror propped on pillows to pluck the last strays from around my labia. Yes, it hurt, dammit, but that’s the only way I could get to some of them. Then I heard my phone ring with Joanna’s custom ring tone.
“Nice view of that sinful slit,” Joanna purred into the phone. I knew she could watch me anywhere in my house anytime she wanted.
“Thank you Mistress Joanna,” I replied. “I want to be properly prepared for this afternoon.”
“Good. See that you are.” She hung up.
I presented myself at 12:45 at the front door of the Committee’s area in the Church complex. After giving my name, the door opened for me, closing as soon as I had walked through. A woman I thought I recognized from before sat at a small desk with a basket on it.
“Strip and leave your clothes in the basket” she said curtly as she reached around and produced a blue chambray work shirt. I stripped down quickly, put my clothes in the basket as the woman pointed to the yellow line beside the desk.
“On the line, at attention,” she snapped and I complied.
She walked around me and I heard her unclip something form her belt.
“Bend over and grab you knees,” she ordered
“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied and I did as I was told. Two swift swats of a leather paddle took me by surprise and I tried not gasp as I quickly choked out a breathy “Th-thank you Ma’am!” She gave me two more quick ones and before I could thank her she ordered me back to attention.
I stood there as she eyed me up and down, stopping to run her fingers over my nipples and pinch them a bit before holding out the blue shirt.
“This is your discipline shirt, and you will learn to wear it with pride,” she said. I noticed that she also wore one of the blue shirts but hers was elaborately embroidered and appliqued with patterns, butterflies, birds and flowers. Mine was completely plain and had one button near the shirttail. She turned the shirt to show me where “CHRISTIAN DISCIPLINE” had been stenciled across the back.
“You will begin by embroidering your shirt in red, and this lettering will be completed before your next appearance here,” she said. I remembered seeing the racks of shirts in one of the adjoining rooms and wondered how or when I was supposed to be doing this work. By the way, I am a total klutz at sewing, much less embroidery. She seemed to be reading my mind.
“You will be given a schedule of available times for you to learn and do the required work here,” she said. “It will be done in the Assembly Room and the shirt will be the only article of clothing you are allowed.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered, picturing myself sitting naked in that big room, bending over this shirt with needle and thread while others come and go, and staring at me, or criticizing or whatever.
She held out the shirt for me to slip into then she pulled it back at the bottom and fastened the only button behind my back, tying the tails tight behind my back. The effect was that the shirt pulled back tight around my shoulders, leaving me totally exposed. With it pulling my shoulders back and pushing my boobs out, I felt more naked than if I’d had nothing on.
She opened the door to the hallway and pointed. “Hands remain at attention at all times until told otherwise. Go into the Assembly Room, follow the yellow line to the second door on the left and knock with your forehead three times.”
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you,” I said, clasping my hands behind my head and starting into the Assembly Room and following the yellow line near the center. There were several small groups in the room but I tried to ignore them and continued walking along the line. As I passed a group of naked women working on embroidering on their shirts they all stopped to watch me pass. I remembered being made to squat on that yellow line and pee for the Sisters’ entertainment the first time I was there. The line jogged to the side and continued down a side hallway, passing the door with the doggy door entrance in it. The next door was where I guessed I should knock. I bent forward and beat my forehead against the door three times, then stood waiting. Nothing happened. I thought about doing it again and was just bending over to bang my forehead again when the door opened. It was Mistress Rose.
“Well, slut at least you are on time,” Rose sneered, as she stepped back and I entered the room. The Committee was seated as before, or least as well as I could remember. I jogged my memory, recalling that part of today’s ritual would be to remember each of the Committee’s Supreme Council’s names. There was Beatrice, the leader and Martha, the tall one in charge of training. Elaine and Barbara were both shorter with Elaine having longer hair and bigger tits. Elaine was in charge of protocols of discipline and Barbara seemed to be the stickler for obedience. And I recalled how they all loved to whack butts with their various implements.
The women sat in curving row of comfortable chairs and I saw that Mistress Joanna was seated on the right hand of Beatrice with Martha on the left and Elaine on her left. Barbara sat to the right of Mistress Joanna and Rose took a seat by the door, glaring at me. I walked over to Beatrice and Joanna and dropped to my knees in front of them. Joanna pulled a crop from beside her on the chair and tapped her boots twice. I immediately dropped down to kiss the toe of her boot and started licking it.
“Yes, she has responded well in her first two weeks of training with us,” Joanna said, tapping my head with the crop and indicating that I should put my tongue to work on her other boot. “Wouldn’t you agree Mother Rose?”
“I would basically agree,” Rose answered grudgingly. I wondered what she really had against me. I never could figure that out, except that she was generally miserable with everyone.
“How about some discipline?” Elaine asked, flexing a light cane in front of my face.
“Yes, Honored Sister, may I please have a taste of your cane?” I found myself almost begging.
Elaine beamed a sinister smile at me and quietly said, “But of course, slut.
Bend over an grab the backs of your knees.”
“Thank you Sister,” I said as Elaine started with the first of six brutal cuts of her cane. I thanked her for each and begged for the next one. After 6, I thought she might be ready to pass me on, but she decided that another six would be good.
As I bent, I could see Mistress Joanna upside down between my parted thighs. She flicked her crop and answered Elaine as though I wasn’t there. “Why not? Ask the Honored sister very nicely for another six.”
“Yes Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I answered, turning and falling to my knees and Elaine’s feet.
“Honored Sister Elaine, may I please have another six with the cane?”
“Coming right up,” Elaine answered. Stay down, face and forearms on the floor, ass higher up. Spread those legs.”
So there I was with my face down and ass in the air spread wide open and waiting for the cane to whistle down on me. The first one caught me right on the curve of my rump.
“One, thank you Honored Sister, May I please have the next one!” I called out, and the next one came just under the crease of my upper thighs and my butt.
“Two, thank you Honored Sister, may I please have the next one!” I said, trying to stay calm with regular breathing. The next four strokes worked their way back up my ass, each one laid on with expert placement by Sister Elaine.
Elaine yanked me by the hair, bringing me to my feet, then swinging me toward Sister Martha with a doubled-over leather strap. I landed on Martha’s lap as she locked her leg around my waist and started strapping me without so much as a word. After about 20 or so strokes, I really lost count, Martha stopped and shoved me off her lap and I dropped to the floor I heard her order, “Service Sister, Bring the seed tray.”
Glancing up, I caught some movement toward the back of the room and saw that it was Auntie Irene who had been standing in the corner with her face in tight and her two elbows spread to touch each adjoining wall. As she turned I saw purple welts and bruises on her ass. She quickly ran to a shelf and picked up one of the trays and brought it to Martha. Irene dropped to her knees and placed it, leaning over to kiss Martha’s shoe as she did.
“NO, no,” Martha said, “Take it over to Sister Barbara,” giving Irene a kick.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Irene answered as she moved around me and knelt at Sister Barbara’s feet.
“On the tray, slut,” Barbara commanded me.
“Yes, Honored Sister, thank you,” I answered as I crawled over to her. I had to go around Mistress Joanna and as I did she reached out with her foot and gave me a swift hard kick to the belly
“Thank you Mistress Joanna for your attention,” I said, scuttling on around her and settling myself to kneel on the tray scattered with dried cherry and olive pits. The seeds dug into my knees as I remembered they would as I bent over to kiss Sister Barbara’s shoe. Barbara put her toe up under my chin, raising me up.
“Hands on your nipples, pinch them and present them,” she snapped.
“Yes Honored Sister, thank you,” I answered as I complied. I pinched my nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling them up as I had been trained, twisting them as I did so.
“Joanna, you have done a good job with her,” Barbara commented.
“ Yes, she had done well, with some lapses in her home life, though,” Joanna answered. Oh boy, I thought, here comes trouble. But instead of answering Joanna, Sister Barbara produced a wooden spoon from behind her chair and gave me five hard smacks to the underside of each tit as I continued to hold them up for her.
“Thank you Honored Sister, for your attention,” I said with my mouth trembling. “I am ready for more if you wish.”
“Oh, I do wish!” she grinned bringing the spoon up against my boobs another dozen or so times. Then she sat back and snapped her fingers at Irene who was standing behind me. “Remove her shirt,” she told Irene.
“Yes, Ma’am, “ Irene answered and I felt her untying the shirttails behind me. I continued holding and pinching my nipples.
“Arms out,” Barbara ordered, pushing my wrists with the handle of the spoon.
“Yes Honored Sister, thank you,” I said with genuine gratitude for being allowed to release my grip. I held my arms out and Irene slipped the shirt from me. My knees were on fire. The Sister Beatrice looked down at me over her half-glasses.
“I think the time has come for some confession, don’t you Sister Joanna?”
“Yes, although the slut has been well-behaved and taken quite well to her discipline and training, she has had some, shall we say, personal issues? But first, let’s hear how she and Irene have gotten to know one another in the past two weeks. Meredith, tell us about it.” Oh crap, I thought where do I start?
“I –uh, I uhhh, well Auntie Irene and I have shared dog poop with each other, “ I stammered out, “then we drank each other’s pee another time, and we weeded Mistress Joanna’s garden with our mouths.”
“And now tell us about your sinful nature,” Beatrice said with a stern tone.
“Mistress Joanna has been very generous in her monitoring of my sinful behaviors through this training period. And when she caught me – uh, touching myself, well uh,” I hesitated. Mistress Joanna did not.
“Touching yourself? Not exactly touching yourself, you harlot!” she growled. “You were gratifying your slutty nature by grabbing yourself like a whore.”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, I am a sinful slut who begs forgiveness.”
“Service slut, bring the low table” Joanna snapped at Irene. She looked at me still on my knees on the dried seeds that were killing my knees by now. “On your feet for the moment.”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” with genuine gratitude. I knew better than to look anyone in the eye so I kept my eyes down and could see the deep marks the seeds had left on my kneecaps. Auntie Irene brought a small wooden bench that sloped down at one end. She placed it beside me with the higher end toward Joanna’s chair.
“All right slut, onto the table on your back with butt here,” she said, tapping the high end of the table with her crop.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I answered as I climbed onto the table with my ass over the end of it. My head hung over the other end of the short table.
“Legs up, and then take them, Irene,” Joanna said as I lifted my legs up and felt Irene grab me by the ankles, lifting them up high and spread wide, exposing me more completely than I could ever have imagined. I heard the laughter all around at my position and of course the Sisters’ amusement at my shaving style. There were giggles and more than one of the Sisters ran a nail along the line of my shaved crotch then pulled and tugged the bushy hairs splayed out alongside. As I was held there, Joanna spoke again.
“Head up, slut, and Irene hold her with your thighs,” Joanna ordered, the she went right on. “Shall we look at the video, Sisters?”
“By all means, Sister Joanna,” Beatrice answered.
I couldn’t see the video on the wall screen behind me, especially with my face wedged between Irene’s flabby thighs. But I heard the sounds of my own moans from the video of my furious masturbation as the Sisters watched and I’m sure they were glaring down at me in their smug superiority, hearing the shameful squeal as my orgasm took hold of me. The video ended and I heard Beatrice clucking her tongue on her teeth.
“ Well, such a sinful display merits some genuine repentance, wouldn’t you say, girl?”
“Yes, Reverend Sister, please punish me for my sinful transgressions,” I almost whimpered, my voice partially muffled between Irene’s thighs.
“ I think we will give her the Unlucky Six treatment, Sisters, shall we?”
Beatrice asked. There was murmured assent from the group. “Good,” Beatrice answered. “So each of the six of us will draw a number from the basket and that number will correspond with the number of punishment strokes this sinning slut will receive on her womanhood which is so shamelessly being displayed right now.”
Oh yeah, I thought, as if I decided to spread myself like this for you. But I tried to concentrate on what was next.
“Each may choose her implement after we draw,” Beatrice said. “Sister Rose, would you please bring us the basket? Your Sister in service is rather occupied right now,” she giggled as the others laughed along at Irene standing there naked, holding me in that vulnerable and humiliating position.
They each drew a number from the basket. Beatrice drew first and held up a 3. Elaine was next and got a 4. Martha drew the 1, and she seemed genuinely disappointed. Barbara pulled the 5. Joanna went next and pulled the 6, which left only the 2 for Rose. Martha was to begin and she rose to stand near my crotch but Joanna spoke.
“Let’s warm this up a bit, shall we?” Joanna purred as I felt her fingers stroking up and down my slit, her nails scraping across my clit and then her hands pulling my labia apart, pinching, massaging and rubbing them hard, then slapping them before going back to kneading and twisting them. She sat back in her chair.
“Sister Martha, I think she’s ready for you now.”
“Thank you Joanna,” Martha said with acid in her voice. I wondered what might be up between those two.
“I will begin with the belt,” Martha said and I could barely catch a breath before I felt a huge “whack” come down right on my bare pussy. Then I felt her hot breath as she looked closely at what I was sure was a vicious red stripe on my twat.
“Do I spot some stray stubbles in this shameless shaving pattern?” Martha asked. Joanna responded and I could feel her nail running along my crack.
“I don’t believe so, she has been quite obedient in her shaving treatment,” Joanna said. “But, hmm, there is one I believe, right here,” she said with her nail grazing the puckered rosebud of my ass. “Oh dear, look at that,” she clucked.
“Sister Martha, what do you recommend?”
“Luckily I have this,” Martha replied, and I glanced toward her as much as I could see as Martha brandished a small pair of needle nose pliers. I felt her running them along my labia and nipping them back and forth as she did. “I think I will have to do a very close inspection here,” she grinned she continued to pinch and tease me, even sliding the nose of the pliers into my slit and bumping it against my throbbing clit. Then I felt them twisting hard against the tight flesh of my anus before grabbing onto the single traitorous hair and yanking it out.
“I think you should give her another stroke, Sister Martha,” Joanna said.
“Oh, I agree, thank you Sister,” Martha took up the belt and came down on me once again.
“Thank you Honored Sister,” I said as clearly as I could.
Sister Rose was next and for her two strokes she chose the Black Cat. That was her favorite cat-o-nine tails made with knotted nylon strings that were then braided into a handle with a leather loop for her wrist. I tried not to tense too much but I had felt the cat before. Luckily, Rose snapped them off quickly.
I wondered what Beatrice might use when Sister Martha spoke up.
“I think that in deference to Sister Beatrice’s position that she should have the honor of the six strokes and trade the three with Sister Joanna.”
Joanna didn’t answer right away, figuring that Martha was upset that she had only gotten one stroke, which she managed to turn into two plus her little trick with the pliers.
“Of course, I will gladly trade with our Reverend Sister,” Joanna finally answered. It’s the least I can do since this sinning slut is my trainee.”
“I’m glad you mentioned that, dear Sister,” Martha replied, “Since I think that you should receive a bit of discipline in this, too. It’s your trainee in this sinful shame.”
“Sister Martha, what do you have in mind?” Beatrice asked.
“Three strokes after we finish with this set,” Martha answered. Elaine agreed immediately.
Joanna seemed to hesitate before she spoke. “I must admit that this horrible behavior came from my trainee, so I will accept whatever discipline my fellow sisters decide.”
“Very well, then,” Beatrice said. “Go ahead with your three strokes then, dear Sister.”
Joanna’s crop came whistling down on my pussy without a moment’s hesitation, followed by two more that really, really stung. I didn’t know what implement Elaine would use and I couldn’t see, either. But when I felt the impact I knew it was a large kitchen spoon and the next three were spaced out so that I couldn’t tell then the stroke was coming. The spoon doesn’t whiff the air like a cane so it’s hard to anticipate.
Sister Barbara’s five strokes were next. She decided to tell me what was up. “I think the tawse is a good choice for these five, don’t you dear Sisters?”
They all agreed, a little too quickly, I felt. And so it was five from the tawse and by now my whole crotch was on fire. What could Beatrice have in her bag of tricks? I was about to find out.
“Service Sister, open your legs and let the supplicant see what we have for her kind of sinful harlots,” Beatrice said. She reached behind her chair and produced a rod with a miniature-gloved hand on the end of it. The glove was leather and when Beatrice waved it the tips of the fingers moved, as though the glove was alive.
“There are tiny lead weights in the tips of the fingers,” Beatrice said proudly, and they deliver the most exquisite touch, don’t you think, Sisters?”
There was a warm round of agreement before Joanna said, “Now get that head back down, between her thighs.” They obviously didn’t want me to see these strokes coming.
But I felt each one in all its pain and glory. Those little fingers sure did a job and it felt like they were leaving welts on my labia. Later, as I knelt in the corner on the tray of seeds I finally got to touch them, and I discovered that I did have tiny welts. I quickly put my hands back behind my head with elbows touching the two walls. I was told to remain in that position while Sister Joanna received her discipline. Even though I couldn’t see it I could feel tension from Mistress Joanna that she hated that I would even hear the strokes she was about to receive.
“Sister Joanna, are you prepared to receive discipline for your failure in the supervision of this harlot in your care?” Beatrice asked.
“Yes, Reverend Sister, I am,” Joanna answered. “May I please have three with the crop as I bend before you?”
“I think that three with a cane over the tilt table is more appropriate,” Martha interjected. “And as Director of Training, I feel I must insist.” I could hear the gloat in Martha’s voice. But there was more to come.
“Agreed, with some reluctance,” Beatrice replied. “Because you know our rules about the tilt table, of course.”
“Yes, I do know,” Joanna answered with venom in her voice. “And I don't agree that this discipline calls for a bare bottom, even though that’s a requirement of the table.”
“That’s’ precisely why the table should be used,” Elaine suddenly agreed. “Sister Joanna, over here at the table, NOW!” I heard Elaine slap the leg of the table with a cane or a crop. Though I couldn’t see, what I heard seemed to be Joanna’s skirt being flipped up onto her back and her underwear being pulled down. I heard Martha’s heels pacing back and forth, swishing the cane in the air.
“Sister Joanna, you will now ask for your discipline.”
“Please, may I have three strokes of the cane, dear Sister?” Joanna replied with certain resolve in her voice. It relieved some of my pussy pain to hear those three cuts in the air before they made contact with Joanna’s ass flesh.
So none of us are exempt, I realized. Imagine my surprise when I was ordered to get up and help Sister Joanna get her clothing back in order. I was shocked, or was it delighted, to see Joanna still bent over the table with Sister Martha rubbing the cane over the three red weals across Joanna’s hips. I couldn’t help but lightly run my own hand over those welts as I pulled her bikini panties back up and then draped her skirt back down and helped her to stand, then dropping to the floor to kiss Mistress Joanna’s feet. But before I could get back up I saw Sister Martha presenting her shoes for some worship as well and I felt the cane pressing my neck down to the floor.
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