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Story title : Reproved Part 1
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Reproved Part 1 (M+/F, wife, voy, orgy, bd, ritual, preg)
by E Cansell (ecansel470@hotmail.com)
***
Children commit a crime against the church and Mother
tries to hide it from her husband and the church members,
only to suffer the consequences of her actions.
***
As told by an old congregational sectarian...
It was warm early Southern Arizona morning; to begin like
no other Morning will ever occur again. There was a
commotion in the Kitchen where my wife Margaret was
preparing breakfast. The Boys were arguing and blaming
each other for some bad deed they have done.
"Timothy did it, he tried to blame it on me," cried
Carlos.
"That a lie, that's a big stinkin lie," retorted Timothy.
"Ssshh, sssshh, sssshh, your dad is the next room quiet,"
commanded Margaret.
I thought it was just another one of the Kids
disagreements or one their many trivial fights which
Margaret always tried to spare me from.
That morning at church, a small evangelical church of
which we were members of in rural southern Arizona, I
noticed a cold attitude towards our family a shunning if
you will. At the end of the Services the Pastor made an
announcement inquiring if anybody knew of information
regarding the breakage of windows and an attempted arson
on the Church building to please come forward and speak
to the Pastor at the end of the Service.
Our church was a very conservative congregation, one of a
kind if you will. We did not watch television, or movies,
or dancing. If a sister appeared with too much make-up,
it was bought to her attention and made to correct the
problem. And due to the strict standards the youth in our
church benefited in that they were not as wild, or
disobedient as in other churches. The Pastor and the
elders were very quick to correct any deviation or
problem that threaten the Integrity of the Congregation.
They were soon in your house preaching correction to
their members.
That same evening at night my wife and I began to discuss
the cold shoulder we got at church today. And indeed it
seemed odd, when the issue of the window breakage came up
and the "Fire" someone tried to set at the rear corner of
the Church. My Wife suddenly confided to me and made me
promise not to let this information out of the House and
I unconsciously agreed.
"The boys did it Arno, our boys did it, that's what the
argument in the Kitchen was about this morning, I can't
believe the boys did it,..Arno!" sobbed Margaret.
"Oh my god, " I said in disbelief, "now what are we going
to do?"
Margaret and I came to an agreement after much discussion
that we were not going to volunteer any information, in
the hopes that this would go away and in the Meantime we
would come down hard on the Boys. And this we did.
After a couple more Sundays of church services and
receiving the cold shoulder. I began to fear that
somebody knew something of this matter and was not coming
forth. Suddenly the Pastor approached me and said
"Brother Arno I am afraid we have something very serious
to discuss with you and your Wife." A lump in may throat
formed immediately and I was speechless. "Is it O.K. if
we discuss this with you tonight at you home?" I agreed
and Margaret prepared some coffee and biscuits for the
evening.
Pastor James arrived this evening along with three of the
Church Elders, and we invited them in and cordially
offered them Coffee. Prior to this I sent the Boys to
their Aunt for the evening to afford us the space.
"Brother Arno, the purpose for the visit tonight is a
fact finding mission in behalf of the congregation,"
commented the Pastor after a swig of Coffee. "It has come
to our attention that your Sons were involved in the
mayhem inflicted on the Church Building and there are two
witness to the that fact."
"Oh god, I knew it, I knew it," I sadly murmured shaking
my head from side to side.
"Actually I knew of it before Arno did," my wife
confessed trying to defend my honor. "I knew of it a week
before Arno but I was afraid of telling him in fear he
would go into a rage."
"Why did you not then come to me," the Pastor quizzed in
impatience.
"I was not going to turn my boys in without my Husbands
Knowledge," she defiantly answered.
"Brother Arno, then why did you not come forth after you
found out that your Boys were responsible?" quizzed
brother Gilbert.
"I guess I am also guilty of trying to hide the deed, I
guess being protective of my Sons," I nervously answered.
"Mister Betencourt."
("O, Oh!, all of sudden now it is Mister Betencourt not
Brother Arno).
"Mister Betencourt this is very serious offense against
the congregation, this is a case of Ex-communication!
Mister Betencourt!"
At this point my wife was close to tears her whole
disposition changed her facial expression was now of
disaster and I felt I was loosing my strength in my upper
body.
"Mister Betencourt," now a third Elder Anthony now spoke
up as he opened a small notebook. As you know this is now
a case for the Authorities. Of course you have two
choices which we are willing to consider if you agree to
one of them. You can accept the Discipline of the
Congregation and be redeemed before the lord and
congregation. Or if you do not accept the Discipline of
the Church you will have to submit to the discipline of
the Authorities. And that as you know involves the court,
lawyers, fines, and you may even be charged in protecting
a criminal, being an accomplice in this case and ex-
communication from the Church. In any case the Choice is
yours Mister Betencourt. What do you think? The Choice is
yours if you would like to discuss this in private with
your Wife in your bedroom we will gladly wait here for
you answer."
Margaret and I then retreated to the privacy of our
bedroom. We went over our thoughts; our fears, our guilt
and our final decision finally alighted from the room.
"We accept the Church discipline," I announced thinking
that I would have to cover the cost of Repairs and labor
besides being put on probation in the Congregation.
"Fine," said the Pastor sternly, raising an eyebrow
insinuating for Brother Anthony to continue.
"The Congregation discipline is not an easy one either,
you may opt to for the other if you wish, in either case
the punishment and forgiveness involves a lot of
emotional pain that you or your Wife may not be able to
bear."
"Have others been able to go through this process
successfully also?" I questioned without trying to pry to
deep and thus offend the Staunch Brother Anthony.
"Oh yes, in the past Ten years we have had 3 couples that
have gone through this and they surely have been blessed
up until now. I will lend you a copy of Congregational
Discipline procedure so that you can review it."
He passed me the gray covered book and I quickly glanced
at it and affirmed our prior agreement to be disciplined
by the Church.
"O.K. then I will instruct my wife Anna to come over and
assist you in the preparation of Discipline and
Procedure."
That evening after we put the boys to sleep my Wife and I
began to review the Gray 2-inch thick book with great
curiosity. The book went into great boring detail of
crime and punishment and the benefits of Forgiveness and
Blessings. Our interest was crimes against the Church of
which pages we delved in. The book described the
confessional procedures and what seemed like a cleansing
ritual, in which we would have to bathe in an herbal bath
and fast for a day prior to Discipline, Forgiveness and
Blessings. It talks about prayer offered by a Pastor and
an elderly sister in behalf of the Offenders. Also about
blessings being poured upon the repentant. The elderly
sister according the book shall bless each vessel. The
boring book reads in part: "should cleanse* (ref sec 1
p.23) the Brothers vessels**(ref sec 6 pg. 31 pp 3) of
any impurity and anoint*** and bless the wife with sacred
oil (each from his own vessel.)
Footnote
* (ref sec 1 p.23) **(ref sec 6 pg. 31 pp 3) ***(ref
sec 6 pg 34 pp 2) see also addendum no. A12 (ref sec 5 pg
3 pp 2 Page 78)
The book contain scriptural texts and numerous references
to the indexes and reference section Soon drowsiness
overcame us and the interest waned, we agreed to read it
some other time and we went to sleep.
The following week sister Anna arrived on Sunday evening.
Again we sent the Kids to my sister house. That evening
she engaged in friendly conversation asking for a pot to
boil some herbs, she bought her supplies that consisted
of a gallon of distilled water and Licorice weed and
other assorted items. As she prepared the Items she then
asked us to retire to the living room. She then bought
the preparations and set them down on the coffee table,
covering her head with a shawl she began a lengthy
prayer. She uncovered a steaming pot of herbs which co-
mingled with incense, she then retrieved a fragrant
Licorice branch and softly flogged our foreheads.
"There, there," she said, "blessed be thee, blessed be
thee."
"Remove your clothing please," she whispered, "there,
there," she motioned.
"Huh?" I thought as I turned giving my wife a puzzled
look "What the H---," I grunted in thought as old Sister
Anna put her spindly finger on my pants and unbuttoned
them.
My Wife was watching in awe as she went about her duties
in this ritualistic ministration. She then gave us each a
cup of tea to relax our nerves, which later I learned,
consisted of some kind of natural sedative. My Wife
shrugged her shoulder as if saying, "I don't know."
Well I thought, "I can remove my clothing before my
chiropractor. Why not?"
My Wife soon followed her hand signals indicating the
same. Standing in boxer shorts and my Wife in her slip
wondering what follows next. Sister Anna then looked up
in puzzlement, as she motioned "all, all, take it off,"
steaming herbal scent emanated from the pot below us as
she commenced to rub my arms with the warm herbal
solution motioning with her left hand to Margaret to
remove her slip.
In a spiritual cleansing manner she continued rubbing and
softly flogging me with the fragrant Licorice weed.
Murmuring in prayer she went down my thighs and then
paused then her prayers getting louder "cleanse thee from
thy wicked spirits, bless thee, O' lord," in the blink of
an eye she grasped the end of my Penis flicked my
foreskin back exposing my glands. Carefully she cleansed
my flaccid manhood exploring the size of my testicles
bathing them in herbal potion.
My Wife was speechless as she watched the unusual
spectacle unfolding right before her sedated eyes, for up
until now she was the only one who manhandled me. Her
prayers continued incessantly as my Manhood grew to
maturity revealing its veined and proud muscular
demeanor. With practiced skill she rolled back my
foreskin to its place, collecting a drop of my pre-cum on
a mint leaf and to my curiosity burning it on a votive
candle flame chanting "wicked, wicked, wicked seed, burn
wicked seed."
Opened mouthed; I was surprised at the mean ritual
exhibited before us. Smoke fragrantly bathing my
genitalia she ended my sensual ministration with gentle
whippings of Licorice weed. No longer able to stand I
slowly reclined on the Sofa.
Sister Anna then began the same ministrations on Margaret
after another lengthy prayer; she bathed her entire body
with the steaming herbal solution. By this time Margaret
and I were quite relaxed and content with ritualistic
proceedings, she worked conscientiously solution behind
her ears, her face, and between my Wife toes. She worked
her breast gently applying herbal mixture on her areolas
then making her lye on her back. Then she motioned in a
low tone, "We must now cleanse her womb, please pass me
the gourd," Mr. Betencourt.
I quickly obeyed her request as I curiously under the
influence of the Tea observed the methodical process. She
filled the Gourd with the herbal solution and then rubbed
the long spout with butter after a short prayer she asked
me hold a small pan under my Wife's vagina. As Margaret
folded her legs up giving Sister Anna full access to her
private part. Holding the tip of the Spout with her left
hand and parting her vaginal lips with her aged thumb and
index finger; she slip in the Spout of the Gourd pouring
in the herbal cleansing potion. Chanting "blessed be thy
womb, blessed be thy womb free from all unclean spirits,
free from the wicked one, blessed be thy womb." And so,
for the next six days the ritual continued until Sunday.
That evening ended at 10:00 P.M. with small conversation
with Sister Anna relayed how she always performed this
cleansing ritual prior to the Sunday Punishment and
Blessing at the request of the Pastor her husband and the
3 elders. She also complained how she was tiring of this
stressful responsibility, "I am up in years you know and
at 72 it does not get any easier." After she left
Margaret and I went over the bizarre ritual we just
experienced.
"Well I guess it can't get any worse, I think Sunday will
come and go and we will finally get on with our life," I
surmised.
"Yea, you know it was weird, we have been in this church
for eight years. We have never experienced anything like
this, all-though I remember 2 years ago hearing gossip
about Sister Susan Martin having been reprimanded; when
her young son stole a car and then the newspaper carried
the story that he was a member of our congregation. Also
there was sister Alexander when we first joined she and
her husband were reprimanded several times.
Sunday
During Sunday morning services the whole congregation
still shunned us and we felt pretty bad as you can
imagine. We wanted to make things right again and be
approved; we hungered to belong to the fold again. The
Pastor approached me in private in a corner and said
"Well Mister Bettencourt tonight at 7:00 P.M. we meet in
the prayer room."
"We'll be there," I nervously answered. Sunday was the
longest day that I could remember in a long time.
Finally arriving at 6:45 P.M. we were greeted by the
Pastor "Good even Mister and Mrs. Betencourt, come on
in." We solemnly walked in and picked a seat laying our
hymnbook and bible down and then we returned up front
towards the lobby area as we were again greeted by
arriving members; the elders, and a couple of the young
men. Finally then last but not least Sister Anna wearing
her typical dress and shawl. My wife and sister Anna were
the only females in this evening meeting.
Pastor Anthony then motioned Sister Anna and us into the
prayer room along with two brothers bearing Sister Anna's
provisions. Once in, the two brothers left the room.
Sister Anna immediately set about her chores in setting
up her ritualistic implements. All the while Pastor
Anthony summoned us to corner with him went about into a
very lengthy prayer which lasted about half an hour.
Sister Anna then offered us some hot tea prepared there
in the room while we prayed. After consuming the Tea I
felt very, very relaxed, even more so than during our
sessions at home.
Sister Anna once again motion us to remove our clothing
which was no longer a big deal since we have done this so
many times before during cleansing. Standing naked in the
room before Pastor Anthony and Sister Anna, I noticed the
Pastor visually examining my wife and me of course. With
the steaming herbal solution rising and permeating the
air with incense also working its way about the dimly lit
room. Once again we were bathed in herbal solution.
Sister Anna right before her husbands eyes took a hold of
my manhood without wincing flipped the foreskin back and
cleansed my genitalia rolling my testicles in left her
hand as if she was somehow sizing them up.
My penis then began to strengthen up and display its
manly quality, oozing a drop of pre-cum and once again
Sister Anna caught it on a mint leaf. Chanting "wicked,
wicked, wicked seed, burn wicked seed," while she held it
over a votive candle and burned and sizzled as the Pastor
and my Wife looked on. I then consciously thought "is
that how wicked my seed is? It must be because of my two
sons that I produced that she pronounces my seed wicked."
Soon after this the Pastor reached up the wall to a
handle and pulled out a large bed, during all these years
in this prayer room for other functions I never new this
bed existed. Pastor Anthony then directed us to lye down
face down on the large and very comfortable bed. Sister
Anna then secured our hands in wooden locks (stocks)
built into the headboard so well designed and
ornamentally built in that if you did not search for them
you would not know they were there. Facing down with our
hands locked, I turned to look at Margaret lying along
side me in the same predicament and smiled at her in our
inebriated tea induced lethargy.
Sister Anna began to rub a cream on our buttocks while
the Pastor prayed. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I
saw Sister Anna adjusting a leather strap and raising her
right Arm to swing...
"Swooooooooooosh."
"Snap!"
"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHiiiiiiiiiiiii," I screamed as the
searing pain penetrated my ass.
"Swooooooooooooooosh."
"Snap!"
"IIIIIIAAAaaaaaaaaaggghttt," screamed Margaret as the
leather strap burned her derriŠre.
"Wicked, wicked, wicked seed, wicked, wicked womb remove
thy wickedness, and be no more," chanted Sister Anna.
"Swooooooooooosh."
"Snap!"
"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHiiiiiiiiiiiii," I shrieked as the second
whip penetrated my ass. "Swooooooooooooooosh."
"Snap!"
"IIIIIIIIIAAAAAaaaaaaaaaggghttt," screamed Margaret as
her buttocks trembled with pain.
At this point I knew now the hated crime against the
Church was truly emphasized as to the hurt our sons
inflicted on the congregation.
"Oh, Gawd," my Wife cried in tears for we were getting
our just punishment and what ever penance we would incur
following I now thought would be just. "Beside it could
not get much worse that this!" But how erred my
estimation would prove to be.
Next we were release from our stocks and given two more
cups of Tea. I was then seated in a chair bound by a huge
leather belt around my torso.
Sister Anna then retrieved an odd looking hard cushion
placed it on the bed. "Mrs. Betencourt," Sister Anna
motioned, "Lay down here. There we go," as she
accommodated Margaret.
My wife was now lying on her back with pelvis up and legs
down and opened to the side. "We offer thy womb as a
sacrifice to you and the congregation," she murmured
while handling the Gourd.
Continued in part 2...
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