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Jane and Pastor Vern
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)

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A short story about Pastor Vern disciplining a 
follower's daughter. (M/f-teen, spank, no-sex)

***

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 having a 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 girlfriends. 

"Jane, I want you to do the dishes now," said my 
mother.

"Aw Mom, cool it!" 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 butt 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...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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