Children of the Church 2: Dashforth Discipline
by Nap
copyright 2002 by Nap, all rights reserved
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Note This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author
utterly condemns any form of actual abuse physical,
sexual, psychological and emotional to any person of any
age.
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Rowena Dashforth sat on the bed in her room at her
grandparents' house in Wormsford St Cuthbert. She still
couldn't get over the astonishing scenes she had just
witnessed at church. The four children of the vicar had
been publicly stripped, spanked and caned by their father in
order to demonstrate to his parishioners the desirability of
beating sin from their children.
Many of the congregation had taken his words to heart. Mr
Wakefield, for instance, had held little Lisa under his left
arm and spanked the seven-year-old's tiny bottom every few
paces all the way to from the church to his house, which was
a considerable distance. The little girl's yells had
attracted attention and her bright red bottom had provided a
literally glowing testimonial to the vicar's words of wisdom
for any non-churchgoers. And at that very moment eight-
year-old Elizabeth Merchant's mother was spanking her
daughter with a hairbrush. This was bad enough for dear
little Lizzie, but what was worse was that the neighbours,
disturbed by the noise, had popped round to see if
everything was OK and been invited in to watch. In fact, at
various houses around the village children were being
spanked slippered, strapped and caned on their bare bottoms
usually with an interested audience of family and friends.
Rowena remembered the shock when the Reverend Daniel Shore
had first stripped his children to their underwear and then
removed even this protection before beating them. She had
felt sorry for the two youngest children, Jonathan and Lucy,
although she had been eager to see the ten-year-old's little
willy exposed as being an only child she'd had few
opportunities for seeing boys' thingies. Lucy had not been
so interesting as being a girl she knew just what to expect
down there, but Rowena had been pleased to see the conceited
Marcia, who was the same age, humiliated although she'd
had to concede that the vicar's daughter was more physically
advanced than she herself was. But it was Matthew who had
really stirred her emotions.
Rowena had a considerable crush on the thirteen-year-old
boy, although she supposed erroneously that he did not
notice her. To see the boy of her dreams stripped naked was
a fantasy she'd often had recently in the dark privacy of
her bed as her long fingers caressed that newly discovered
button of ultimate pleasure between her legs, but never in
her wildest and most erotic dreams had she believed it would
come true. But there he was, the good-looking athletic lad
utterly nude at the front of the church. And she'd had an
intimate view from the privileged Dashforth family pew. But
she'd also felt a huge wave of compassion for the boy of her
dreams especially when he had been soundly beaten by his
father. But before then, she recalled, BEFORE THEN! Matthew
had had an erection a boner as some of the boys and girls
referred to it. Rowena was not totally innocent she'd had
sex education for God's sake! She knew a boy's thingy could
go stiff, but to see it suddenly rise so long, strong and
hard! It was like magic. The very thought of it started
again those strange sensations between her thighs. Her hand
moved under her skirt to the suddenly lubricated crotch of
her panties.
Downstairs, Colonel Dashforth was commending the Vicar's
methods. "Damned good chap, the padre. Certainly gave
those kids of his what for what! That Lucy's got a sweet
little arse on her what! Glad to see that prude Marcia
taken down a peg or two - damned toffee-nosed brat! My, but
she's becoming quite the little woman, isn't she? Tits and
hair, by Jove! Tits and hair!"
"Yes," agreed his wife, who was well used to her husband's
unconventional style of speech and even shared some of his
eccentricities, "I've noticed her changing shape over the
past few months. She certainly is a snooty little madam
I'll bet there were more than a few there today who were
pleased to see her get her bum basted! But what about the
boys? That Matthew is a fine upstanding lad what!"
"Ha! Upstanding is the word! That's the trouble with
cocks, they stand to attention at the most awkward times."
"So I noticed," smiled his wife dryly with a significant nod
towards the front of his own trousers. "There was more than
one man there with a stiff prick. And I detected our dear
granddaughter was more than just dewy-eyed when she saw that
lad's cock crowing."
"Ha! Dewy down there as well, you mean! My, but she's a
pretty little thing, though - what! I wonder whether we
might not take a leaf out of the vicar's book?"
"I don't see why not," his wife smiled indulgently, "We are
in loco parentis while Roger and Jill are away. I think
Jill is much too lenient with her, and Rowena can twist
Roger around her little finger. But don't be too hasty,
dear," she added as the eager warrior jumped to his feet, "I
think we should leave the business until after lunch."
"What! Why?"
"Because we invited Jeremy and Sybil Welkin to Sunday lunch
and they're bringing their boys. If we are going to take a
leaf out of the Vicar's book we may as well follow chapter
and verse and have an audience."
"By Jove! What!"
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Rowena knew nothing of her impending doom. She had been
spanked a few times in her twelve years of life what child
hadn't but what her grandmother said was true. Her mother
was tolerant of her bad moods and generally ignored her
misbehaviour. As for her father, she only had to open her
big blue eyes so that they glistened and pull down her
pretty little lips and his anger melted. So when Mr and Mrs
Welkin and their sons David, 11, and Charles, 10, arrived
for lunch she thought entertaining the boys was going to be
just another boring chore. How little she knew!
Halfway through lunch Mrs Dashforth brought the morning's
events into the conversation.
"Good Lord!" Jeremy Welkin said, "Do you mean he undressed
them then and there and beat them?"
"Exactly so" Mrs Dashforth smiled blithely, "and we are
going to just the same to Rowena later."
"What!?" Four pairs of Welkin eyes swivelled in Rowena's
direction."
"Grandma! You can't! I won't! You shan't Don't !"
"Don't be impertinent child! That is just one of your many
faults that your parents have left uncorrected. I can't
think what your father is thinking of not spanking you more
often. We certainly spanked him and his sister regularly
enough when they were children! Now, be quiet and eat up
your pudding."
But poor Rowena had quite lost her appetite.
After Rowena had helped clear the table, the four adults and
two boys arranged themselves around the drawing room and
Rowena became the centre of attention. The ambitious Jeremy
Welkin was eager for the support and approval of the locally
influential Colonel, and his wife shared his social
aspirations. As for the boys, they just wanted to see
Rowena without any clothes. Because Rowena was very, very
pretty. She had long, bright blonde hair that was now
caught in an Alice band before streaming like a golden
waterfall over her shoulders. She was used to her blue
eyes, perfect teeth, high cheekbones and dimpled chin
attracting admiring glances wherever her feet trod. But
today the gazes were rather less respectful. The two boys,
and even the adults, stared at Rowena's fresh young body
impatiently waiting for the moment when all would be
revealed.
Colonel Dashforth grasped his granddaughter's wrist and
pulled the young girl across his tweedy knees. He ran his
right hand from the back of her knees above her white socks,
up along her bare thighs, pushing up the skirt of her dress
as he went. He revealed Rowena's tight white knickers. He
slid his hand over the silky smooth material, following the
resilient roundness of her bottom cheeks and running his
fingers along the indentation of her bottom crease. He
enjoyed the sensation. It reminded him of happy times
spanking his own children. His wife had always been a
strict disciplinarian, especially when he was away on army
service, but she always made sure there was a long list of
naughtiness by their two children when he began his leaves.
So he always had ample excuse to soundly spank the boy and
girl as soon as he arrived home.
But today it was his pretty little granddaughter that
Colonel Dashforth was due to spank. He took the elastic
waist of her panties and slowly pulled them down while the
embarrassed twelve-year old sniffled and squirmed with shame
as her bottom was gradually revealed. The two boys, and
their parents, goggled at the flawless pale cheeks of
Rowena's rear. Once again Colonel Dashforth pressed his
palm against the rubbery rotundity, indenting the firm flesh
with his fingertips. His hand moved. He used his thumb and
forefinger to spread Rowena's buttocks, opening the central
crease to expose the dark puckered ring of her bum hole.
"Wow! said David.
"Yeah great!" agreed Charles.
Colonel Dashforth's hand left his granddaughter's bottom and
was raised high above it. He brought his palm swiftly down
in a sharp Smack! against the middle of her bottom leaving a
red handprint, split by her crack, across her buttocks.
"Ouch!" squealed Rowena. Her grandfather slapped again
and kept on slapping giving his grandchild a sound
spanking that soon had her crying. The excited boys watched
open-mouthed as the young girl's legs flailed the air,
giving them the most intimate views between her thighs.
At last Colonel Dashforth stopped spanking Rowena's bottom
and told the girl to get to her feet. She danced around the
room, rubbing her red bottom and howling loudly. But now
Mrs Dashforth said, "Now you can take off all your clothes,
Rowena."
"Oh no, Grandma! Please don't make me!"
"Do you never do anything without arguing, you disobedient
child!" Mrs Dashforth answered angrily. She jumped up,
grabbed the crying girl and swiftly stripped off her dress
and tiny bra leaving her wearing nothing but her knee-high
white socks and nylon knickers around her ankles. Utterly
mortified, Rowena sent out new wails of misery at this
indignity.
The watching Welkins saw a pale body with small, freshly
formed breasts and prominent pudenda unconcealed by the
light growth of almost invisible blonde hair. Rowena tried
desperately to hide her exposed genital cleft behind fine-
boned fingers, but her grandmother callously slapped her
hands away.
"Wowee!" exclaimed David, gawping at Rowena's private parts.
"Yeah great!" agreed his brother gaping at this virgin
territory.
"Put your hands on your head and step out of these
knickers," Mrs Dashforth said in the commanding tone of one
her husband's sergeant majors.
Obediently, Rowena lifted her feet while her grandmother
held the underwear. Mrs Dashforth's lip curled in disgust
as she looked at the panties. "look at this," she said to
the other adults as she turned the knickers inside out to
display the stained crutch, "the dirty little toad has been
playing with herself. I'll bet she's been getting excited
over seeing that boy Matthew Shore in church this morning."
Poor Rowena sobbed guiltily at the truth of this surmise
while the two boys tried to get a closer look at the damp
marks on Rowena's panties. Their own underwear was
sometimes stained with urine, but this they supposed to be
different a girly thing.
But at this point the ambitious and perceptive Mrs Welkin
realised that if she and her husband were to rise in the
Dashforths' esteem they were going to have to take a more
active role than mere spectators. Accordingly, she now
turned on her sons and said, "And you two needn't sit there
staring at Rowena like two little saints. You are both long
overdue for a spanking!"
"But Mum," David foolishly protested, "I haven't done
anything."
"No, you haven't tidied your room, you haven't done your
chores, or your homework properly come to that, if what your
teachers say is right," Mrs Welkin declared and pulled him
from his seat by the belt of his shorts. Jeremy Welkin was
not slow to follow his wife's lead and Charles too was
hauled to his feet. The parents quickly undid belts and
unzipped flies and I seconds the boys' shorts were bundled
around their feet. Jeremy slipped down Charles's underwear,
but Sybil Welkin was delayed because the elder son's
miniature erection was amusingly sticking through the slit
fly in his underpants through which he normally poked his
soft willy for weeing.
"What's this," demanded his mother, taking the offending
projection between her finger and thumb and wagging it from
side to side. "Have you been excited by seeing Rowena
without any clothes? You disgusting little boy!"
"Mum!" squeaked David, his voice high-pitched in protest at
his mother's cavalier manipulation of that most personal
part of his body.
"Don't you 'Mum' me, you filthy minded brat," snapped his
mother, jerking the lad's penis this way and that as she
unhooked his pants from that projecting peg.
"This one's just the same," commented her husband, "stiff as
a poker and only just ten-years-old! I don't know what the
world's coming to, dirty little toad."
Sybil Welkin deftly finished stripping her elder son while
her husband did the same to Charles. Sybil turned David
round to face Rowena and her grandparents and once again
Jeremy Welkin followed suit. "There," said Sybil, "you can
confront the girl you're so excited about."
Rowena had enough humiliation of her own to worry about the
sensitivities of two little boys and set aside her misery
long enough to stare avidly at the bobbing knobs naked pair.
They made five cocks she'd seen today, including the boy
switched in the churchyard. But now David and Charles were
put across their parents' laps for a sound spanking on their
rather flat little bottoms. Mr and Mrs Welkin were
obviously enthusiastic spankers who had had plenty of
practice over the years. Both boys were soon yelling and
kicking wildly as their cheeks turned dark red. Then Sybil
paused. "Perhaps you'd like to finish off spanking the
boys," she proposed.
"Well, thank you, Sybil," the colonel said with alacrity,
"Which would you like, m'dear?" he politely asked his wife.
"Oh, you can take David and I'll have little Charles," she
answered and soon the boys were transferred across the room
and again they were being spanked.
"Do feel free to spank Rowena, both of you," Mrs Dashforth
offered airily. The Welkin couple took full advantage of
her generosity. First Sybil stretched Rowena over her lap
and slapped her young bottom, then Jeremy held the
struggling pubescent girl across his knees and soundly
smacked her bouncing buttocks and threshing thighs.
When it was decided that the children had had enough
spanking for the time being, Mrs Dashforth said, "We are
going to cane Rowena later after tea. Rowena's aunt and
uncle that's our daughter, Deirdre and John, our son-in-
law are coming. They have a little boy of nine and a girl
of seven so it will make a nice audience for the naughty
girl."
"Well, thank you, we'd love to stay," Sybil said, "but may
we take advantage and ask that you cane our two as well.
They're in need of a dose of the stick."
This conversation brought redoubled wails from all three
kids, but the adults were resolute and soon the juvenile
trio were stood still naked in the hall with their hands
on their heads awaiting the arrival of the others.
A couple of hours later the doorbell finally rang to let in
John and Deirdre Mill and their children Anthony, 9, and
Emily, 7. The children and adults went wide-eyed as
they saw the three bare bottoms displayed in the hall.
"Well I recognise, Rowena," commented Deirdre, "although
I've not seen her bum in a while, but who are the two little
boys?"
"Oh just the children of some people we had over for lunch,
dear," replied her mother. "We had to spank Rowena and
Jeremy and Sybil decided to join in with their two. We are
going to cane the three of them after tea."
"Well I wish you'd do our two as well," Deirdre answered
heartlessly, "They've been little pests ever since they got
up this morning and they've done nothing but squabble on the
way here."
"Certainly, dear," agreed Mrs Dashforth and led her other
two grandchildren into the drawing room by their ears.
"What ho! What've you two been up to," demanded their
grandfather jovially, as his wife pushed little Emily in his
direction.
"They've been a pain in the bum, Daddy," Deirdre said as her
father slipped little Emily's dress over her head. She felt
no pity for her small daughter. She remembered all too well
the awful anticipation of this preparation. She had been
denuded for a spanking by her father many more times than
she could recall when she herself had been a child.
Sometimes it had happened in front of other people. She
remembered the embarrassment as well as the pain of
punishment and the discomfort afterwards, but she didn't
believe it had done her any real harm. She looked on
without concern as her father took Emily's flower fairy
panties down. Her mother had already stripped Anthony. She
was so ruthlessly efficient whereas her father always had
liked to take his time. She knew he enjoyed it well, they
both did but she did not think that mattered particularly.
She quite enjoyed spanking the kids herself!
Colonel Dashforth pulled his little granddaughter over his
knees and playfully patted her tiny bottom. "It really does
seem too cruel to spank such a wee thing what!" he
remarked.
Little Emily squirmed enterprisingly, hoping to wriggle
free. "Whoa!," laughed Deirdre, grabbing her daughter by a
flapping foot and tugging her backwards. "Granddad isn't
really letting you off, you silly girl. Now, just lie there
quietly and take what Granddad's going to give you."
"Let her off!" chuckled the colonel, "Never heard of such a
thing what!" And demonstrate the absurdity of that idea
he slapped Emily's bottom hard, making her yell loudly. It
was the first smack and yell of many.
Rowena, David and Charles still naked and with their hands
firmly planted on their heads - had been brought back into
the room by Jeremy and Sybil Welkin Sybil had rather
amusingly led her sons by their little dangling penises,
whereas her husband had ushered Rowena through the door by
placing his hand on her bottom and pushing firmly while
painfully pinching her inflamed cheeks between his thumb and
forefinger. Now released at least from these humiliations,
the children stood in a line watching Anthony and Emily
being undressed and spanked. They did not enjoy it as much
as they might have done what with the pain in their own
bottoms and the promise of a caning to come, quite apart
from the fact that there were two more adults added to the
witnesses of their shame. Because Deirdre and John Mill made
no secret of their curiosity.
John Mill, uncle to Rowena only by marriage, closely
examined her nude form. "My word, Rowena," he said, "the
last time I saw you in your birthday suit was when you were
just a baby having a bath. You've grown a lot since then!
Nice little titties coming and I believe you've even got
hair down there." He stooped with his nose only inches from
his niece's groin and stared hard. "Yes," he decided,
"although it's so fine, fair and faint you can hardly see
it. You are growing up. You'll be having periods next
unless you are already, that is."
"Well, Rowena," snapped her grandmother, "answer your uncle
have you started your periods?"
"No," Rowena whispered, her face ablaze with shame at such a
personal question
"Speak up!" ordered her Grandmother.
"No," Rowena said loudly.
"Don't be so rude, Rowena, 'No, Uncle John' is what you
should say. I can see you still haven't learned any
manners. Perhaps Uncle John smacking your legs will teach
you to improve them."
"Oh no," moaned Rowena, but John Mill need no more
encouragement, as he repeatedly slapped both the fronts and
back of Rowena's thighs while she stood twisting and turning
desperately though making sure to keep her feet firmly
rooted to the carpet for fear of further reprisals. All of
which was most entertaining for the spectators. A bit too
entertaining for poor David whose penis stretched and
stiffened again in response to this.
"Oh I say," Deirdre said to Sybil, "your little boy has got
a hard on."
"Yes, he's a disgusting child. If you'd like to give him
what your husband is giving Rowena it might do some good."
Deirdre needed no second invitation. She quickly crossed to
where the naked lad was standing with his hands on his head
and began smacking his legs hard. Like Rowena, he wriggled
and writhed, which in his case made his willy wag comically,
but not being allowed to move from where he stood he could
do nothing to avoid the stinging slaps that soon turned his
thighs bright red. The punishment must have done some good
because his erection eventually began to sag to a small
drooping finger of flesh.
By this time Anthony's and Emily's spankings were done and
the two nude children were allowed to hop howling around the
room clutching the little red bottoms.
"Hm, another session in the hall, I think," Colonel
Dashforth said, "and then we'll move on to the canings."
So the children - now five in number were lined up in the
hall, a girl at each end and the three boys in the middle so
that their heads went down in steps and their bottoms
diminished in size from Rowena's swelling cheeks to Emily's
cute little bum. The adults returned to the drawing room
where they drank tea, ate scones and discussed how many
strokes of the cane to give the kids anxiously waiting
outside the door. It was decided that even little Emily
should have a sample two strokes, then her brother, Anthony,
four, Charles Welkin six, his brother, David eight and the
Dashforth's elder granddaughter, Rowena, a full ten cuts
with the cane. This decision having been made the adults
filled their time with idle chit-chat to allow a proper
period of apprehensive reflection for the five children.
Eventually, though, they called the children inside, but now
one at a time, starting with little Emily.
Colonel Dashforth had quite a collection of canes and for
his seven-year-old granddaughter he had selected a light,
curly-handled rattan that he had often used on his own
children when they were small. In fact, Deirdre, sitting on
the sofa, felt her own bottom tingle from the memory
although she also recalled how much harsher were the
thrashings she received as she grew older and graduated to
more severe implements.
Emily was bent over the arm of the chair. The colonel took
aim. He seemed only to flick his wrist to land the stick
squarely across Emily's tiny cheeks, but the red weal and
Emily's squealing squirming reaction was evidence enough of
the efficacy of the colonel's technique. After a short
pause a second streak was laid alongside the first after
which the crying child was allowed up, but only to stand
facing the wall with her hands on her head.
Anthony came in looking scared. For him the colonel
selected a slightly longer, thicker cane that he intended to
use on him and the two Welkin boys. Anthony bent his naked
body over the armchair vacated by his sister and presented
his little red bottom for the stick. The colonel took his
time caning his grandson and delivered a measured four
swishing strokes to the little boy's tender bottom that had
him howling. After that he joined his sister along the
wall.
Charles entered nervously. He had felt the cane across his
bottom a good few times in his ten years of life, both at
home and at his private school, but never before on top of
such severe spankings. His bum already felt horribly sore
and now the stern military man he had come to fear was
waving a whippy length of rattan through the air making it
whistle threateningly while pointing at a leather armchair.
Charles got the message and bent across it for six of the
best that made him yell loudly. He then tearfully went
alongside the two Mill children.
Outside in the hall, David and Rowena had listened to the
proceedings with ever increasing alarm. They were not
stupid. They could count that every child's punishment
increased from that of the child before and guessed that
this sequence was set to continue. Plus, the whistle of the
cane through the air and the crack as it hit the skin was
growing louder in each case. Sybil Mills came and called in
her elder son, leaving poor Rowena waiting fretfully alone
in the hall.
David tried to be brave, but he couldn't help sniffling as
he confronted the colonel and the other adults. They looked
at the little lad. Above his knees his legs were still
bright red from where Deirdre had given them a good slapping
and this accentuated his little bag of balls and slack willy
dangling before.
"Ha! Not so bold now," commented the colonel, lifting the
little limp penis with the tip of his cane. David's sniffs
increased. "Bend over that armchair boy," commanded the
colonel ruthlessly.
Eight times the cane whistled through the air to crack
across David's bottom David yipped and yelled, wriggled and
writhed and several strokes before the end he had burst into
tears. Outside in the hall, Rowena jumped and shuddered at
every stroke not from sympathy for the luckless David, but
in fearful trepidation of her own ordeal to come.
"Rowena!" The summons came from her grinning Uncle John.
"Your grandfather is ready for you now." His eyes leered at
her naked form as she turned - hands still stuck to her
head to enter the room. She blushed hotly once again,
though she soon had more important things to worry about as
she entered the room and saw the four other children wailing
against the wall, each bare bottom decorated with its ration
of red lines. Her grandfather, meanwhile, was rummaging at
a bundle of rattan canes. He produced one, cut the air
making a terrifying whistle.
I think this'll do," he muttered and then turned to Deirdre
and said, "You remember this one?"
Deirdre shuddered theatrically though her response was not
entirely play-acting. "Boy do I!" she said. She pulled a
face of mock sympathy at Rowena. "It may not look too
thick," she told the doomed girl, " but it's long and
incredibly whippy, and stings like a swarm of hornets."
Rowena began to cry. "I've never been caned before," she
wailed.
"More fool your father!" Colonel Dashforth snapped
heartlessly. "Bend over that armchair and stick your bottom
out."
Miserably, Rowena obeyed. Ten times that whippy length of
rattan whistled down to impart its kiss of pain on the
pubescent girl's buttocks. Ten times Rowena shrieked. Ten
times her hips rolled on the padded arm of the chair and her
coltishly long legs kicked wildly wide. The audience of
adults enjoyed the spectacle.
Eventually Rowena joined the other children against the
wall. The colonel looked at the well punished line of
bottoms and harrumphed in satisfaction.
"A damned good afternoon's work," he observed.