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Jane and Pastor Vern
By Anonymous (address withheld)
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A fifteen year old girl gets disciplined by her
mother's boyfriend, Pastor Vern. (M/f-teen, spank, no-
sex)
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Two months and three days after I turned 15, my mother
found God and God gave her Pastor Vern - at least
that's the way she tells it. Up until then, I thought
that my mother was happy with our little family of two.
My father exited the scene when I was a baby.
Apparently my mother wanted more than just a teenage
daughter to keep her company. I wouldn't have minded
God; I wouldn't have minded a man; this particular
combination of man and God was a disaster.
When my mother took God into her life, she expected me
to go along for more than just the ride. All of a
sudden I was going to church (I hadn't been before) two
to three times on Sunday and on Wednesday nights.
Before this I had heard about sin but didn't think too
much about it- sin was the kinds of things that
criminals did, not everyday folks and certainly not
little kids and teenagers.
Well, according to Pastor Vern, I was very much
mistaken. The Good Book says we are sinners from the
day we are born and that sinners are punished (I kinda
knew that). In the first week at this church I heard
more about sin and all of its colorful variations than
I had heard in all of my 15 previous years.
It didn't take me too long to realize that Pastor Vern
was particularly concerned with sins of the flesh- I
heard allot about fornication, harlots, sodomy, and the
abomination of homosexual behavior. I guess that
gluttony didn't count for much with him since he
practically need a sling to hold up his gut. Since I
was a virgin, I didn't think I was one of the awful
sinners. I didn't really think that I was a sinner at
all but then Pastor Vern pronounced that thought was
equivalent to the deed.
Well I had certainly had thoughts about fornication,
lots of thoughts. Isn't that what 15 year old girls and
boys do. We passed around our favorite books with the
pages with the sexy parts dog-eared. Even after
listening to Pastor Vern rant and rave about this, I
still didn't think that it had a lot to do with me. I
guess that obeying one's father and mother was also a
Biggie. I hadn't heard that one yet or the spare the
rod bit. Until...
My mother had been dating Pastor Vern for a few weeks
when she began feeding him too. He started to come to
our house for supper. One night I got a phone call
after supper and got into an earnest conversation with
one of my girl friends.
"Jane, I want you to do the dishes now," said my
mother.
"Aw Mom, later, I'm busy!" I replied.
I looked at my mother out of the corner of my eye when
I saw her give a pleading look to Pastor Vern.
Then I heard him say to her, "Beth, you know that I've
told you that you aren't giving Jane what she needs.
You know that you shouldn't put up with that lip. She
needs a good spanking."
When I heard him say that, I slammed down the phone and
ran from the room yelling, "No, you won't!"
When I got to my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and
locked it. I fell against the door panting but feeling
safe. A couple of seconds later there was a pounding at
my door and Pastor Vern said, "Open this door right
this minute or I'll break it down and it will be all
the worse for you!"
I hesitated for a second or two and then reluctantly
opened the door.
No sooner had I opened the door then he grabbed me by
the arm and yanked me towards my bed. The next thing I
knew he was sitting on the bed and I was sprawled
across his lap. He put one arm across my back to hold
me down and used his other hand to pull down my shorts
and then my panties. He gasped out, "Now I going to
beat some obedience into your bottom!"
For a second I could feel a rush of cool air on my bare
butt. Then all of a sudden I felt a hard smack one
cheek and then another smack on the other. He paused
for a moment and I began to hope that this was all
there was to it. Before I got very far into this way of
thinking, he said, "Now Jane, this is what happens to
bad girls and before I'm through your bottom is going
to be so sore that sitting is going to be very hard.
Something to think about while you're praying for
forgiveness."
As his last syllable faded away, he renewed the assault
on my poor behind. At first it was merely sore and then
it started to feel hot and like it had been stung by a
thousand bees. I was crying and screaming for him to
stop but he didn't listen. I started kicking and he did
stop but only to tell me that if I kicked once more he
would give it to me for another five minutes. I stopped
kicking and he gave me a couple more swats and then
stopped.
He made me stand up and said, "Cover up your behind and
then get down on your knees and pray for forgiveness."
Slowly, I bent over to pull up my panties and my
shorts. Even the act of pulling my silky panties over
my inflamed bottom caused me to cry harder.
"Down on your knees!" he ordered.
I sank to my knees and started muttering through my
sobs.
"What are you saying?" he asked. "I can't understand a
word. I want to hear you beg the Lord for forgiveness."
I managed to shout out my repentance and he seemed
satisfied. He turned to leave the room and turned back
when he got to the door and said, "This is just a taste
of what's to come if you don't learn to act like a
proper Christian girl!" He left the room, closing the
door behind him.
When he was gone, I carefully pulled down my shorts and
then my panties. I ran my hand lightly over my red, raw
bottom. Even the merest touch increased the pain. I
took off my shirt and bra and then put on a light
summer nightgown. I was still sobbing. I pulled down
the covers on my bed and lay down on it face down and
pulled up my nightie. I was hoping that some cool night
air would ease some of the throbbing. It didn't help.
I turned over onto my back with the idea that the cool
sheets would help. Nothing helped and I had many hours
away contemplating what my life was going to be like
and how many more spankings I would get with Pastor
Vern in my life.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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