A few weeks after I had been caught in the orchard, and that embarrassing scene at the ministers house, every time that I saw the minister or his son, I would always catch them watching me and making remarks, especially the son, Mathew, who would come up to me and say things like "want to go and get some apples Sam" or, "what you got on under there today Sam, " and he would pat my bum or give it a squeeze, so I kept a wide berth from them whenever I could so as not to get in trouble. I was used to people being around at home and having them in the house when father spanked me but when the farmer was there that time, it was quite intense because he was there right from the start not just happening upon the site like the boys or other visitors over the years. Anyway, I got home from school one Friday afternoon and dropped my bag in the hallway and went into the kitchen. Mum was there and she said that my school had rung her up and told them that I had been fighting in the playground. I protested that it wasn't true, Billy Maunder had been pulling my hair and I had pushed him off and he had fallen over and it wasn't my fault. "Well you better tell that to your father" she said, and I ran off upstairs and threw myself on the bed, tears welling up in my eyes, I knew I would cop it from father when he got home and the little sod, Billy was just a tell tale. Not long after I heard the door shut I knew that he was home and I could hear him in the kitchen talking to mum. I stayed upstairs, hoping he would not take it too seriously, when I could hear more voices in the hallway and I peered over the bannister to see who was there. I could see my mum and the minister and another man that I didn't recognize and I crept back to my bedroom and tried to listen to what was going on. About twenty minutes later, mum shouted up the stairs that dinner was served, so I had to go down and see what reception I was going to get from father. I was surprised to see that the minister and the other man were still there and sat at the dinner table with my father. He looked at me with a stern face and said, "the minister has brought the new local preacher to meet us, say hello" and the man stuck his hand out and I stepped forward and he shook my hand and asked my name and said that he was called John. He looked quite young and had curly hair and as we all sat down at the table, he sat opposite me and watched me intently. The boys weren't home yet, they had football practice and wouldn't be back until later for their dinner, so father said grace and mum served up and we settled down to eat. I thought I might have got away with the school thing until just before dessert, father turned to me and said "I heard about your escapade today young lady, you know what to do when you have finished that", pointing to my plate. The minister turned to father and asked what I had been up to now. "Oh, the usual trouble at school" he said, "she never learns but she will have to think about it later when her backside is burning". I could feel my cheeks turning red and John was smirking across the table at me. "John tells me, they don't have that problem in the States, they know how to keep the young on the right path, " said the minister. "You don't have an American accent, " said father. "No, I was staying with my uncle in South Carolina, he's very strict on domestic discipline in the home and he invited me over to show me his ministry. They are very strict and I don't know about this country, but they don't spare the rod over there". Father looked interested and questioned him more about his time with his uncle while I cleared the plates away and helped mum with the dishes. When we finished, she took her pinny off and said that I better go back in the dining room because she had to pop out to see the old man next door. I was hoping to go upstairs but I went back in the dining room and was about to sit down when father stopped me and said "get upstairs child, and don't hang about, I want you back down in the lounge straight away" I knew what this meant, I was in for a spanking and I ran upstairs and readied myself for bed and crept back downstairs to see if the other two had left. I opened the lounge door and saw that the three of them were sitting watching me entering as father beckoned me over to stand in front of him. I stood there in my nightie wondering what was going to happen, clenching my hands together. "Stand up straight " he shouted and pointed to the center of the carpet, indicating where I was to stand. "Young John has been giving me some pointers on how I should teach you to be obedient. The Americans seem to have the right idea when it comes to troublesome children." “That's correct Sir" said John, "over there, she would be getting a good dose of the paddle or belt, never mind the hand and you would be doing corner time, young lady". I was standing there with him still staring at me when father asked him "what's corner time?" and John explained that the individual should be made to stand in the corner after being disciplined so that they could reflect on their conduct. "Well, well " said father, “that sounds like sound advice John, now get over here child" he said as he stood up and pulled a chair out into the middle of the room. I was sweating and remembering the time that the farmer had been here in the lounge as he sat down, facing the door, and pulled me over with my back to the other two. "You know what to do" he said, taking my arm and pulling me down over his knee. He lifted the bottom of my nightie up and I could feel the cool air around my thighs as he tugged on it, "lift your tummy up, will you, " came next command and I raised myself a bit and he pulled the garment right up and left it dangling around my neck as I looked down at the carpet. He shifted his position, pushing my shoulders down with one hand and pulling me into his hip with the other and then rained half a dozen strokes on my bare bottom. My face was burning, knowing that the other two were right behind me and I tried my best not to kick my feet about and exposed everything to them. He stopped for a moment and stroked my cheeks before landing another half dozen smacks. Now I was having trouble keeping still and the last two smacks had me kicking out before he stopped again. He was about to start again when the phone rang in the hallway. He stopped for a moment and listened for mum to answer it but it kept ringing. He called out but there was no reply before I said "she's gone next door, " hoping this would save me from further punishment. John was seated nearest to the door and volunteered, "shall I get that for you sir, " "oh would you young man" father replied, and John stood up and went out to the hallway. Father continued to rub my cheeks and was just at the point of resuming his work when John stuck his head around the door and said, "it's the farmer sir, I told him that you were busy but he said it was pretty urgent." Saved by the bell, I thought, and father released his grip and put his arm around my front and lifted me off his lap and stood me up. "Don't you move child" he grunted as I stood there, my nightie still up around my chest, I was just about to pull it down when father turned to John and said, "John, would you take my place please, it might be a good time to show us how they do it over there." I looked in shock at John and he was looking at me with a bit of a sly grin on his face. "It would be an honour Sir, " and took me by the arm and sat himself down, pulling me right over his knee. He pulled me right over so that head was almost down to the floor as I steadied myself with my hands on the carpet. I could see father’s legs leaving the room and the door closing as John put his hand down my side under my armpit, pushing my nightie nearly over my head and held me there, his hand tucked under my armpit and his fingers reaching right under to my breast. "Sit still girl" he ordered and with his other arm he pushed it between my thighs and pulled my leg into his hip and hooked his leg around my other ankle, pinning me down with my legs parted as his hand slid up my thigh and grazed along my lips making me flinch. I tried to catch my breath as he began to rub my cheeks which were right below him, he must have been staring right down at my bottom, I was so far over his lap. Holding me steady he started to slap first one cheek and then the other, and worked lower and lower, until he was spanking my thighs and paying particular attention to the inside of my leg pinned against his hip. It stung like mad and he released my side and used his free hand to grip my cheek, pushing it out away from him, giving him full access to the top of the thigh. I could feel the wind from his hand right inside my bottom and the more I struggled, the harder he forced my thighs apart until finally he stopped. I took a huge breath and tried to look under my arm when the door opened and fathers legs passed me and I could see his and then the ministers standing by my legs, "How are you doing" asked father, "not giving you any trouble is she." "No Sir, I think I have her under control, I was showing the minister how effective it is if you don't just concentrate on the buttocks but give plenty of attention lower down. It will be a good reminder later on when she sits down and feels the heat in that area, " and with that he used both hands to pull the top of my thighs apart and show them his handy work. "My goodness John, " father said, " I can see what you mean, they are certainly starting to glow. Carry on young man, they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks but I never thought of that, well done, you might as well continue, I have to make a phone call to see if we can't get a vet up to the farm tonight." With that he turned and left the room while the minister stood behind me and John gave me another bout of slaps, starting at the top and working his way down to my thighs again. "There, that's starting to have the desired effect don't you think" and I felt the minister move behind me and push my legs further apart and stand in between them. That's getting nice and red John, your uncle sure did teach you some skills." It must be burning and with that I felt his hand stroke up inside my thighs until they reached the top and then he pushed them aside and they both went quiet for a moment before they slid back down to the back of my knees. John still had his hand down on the middle of my back and the more I struggled the further over his lap I got until I was nearly falling down on my head when he suddenly stopped and gripped me between the legs, gripping my pussy, his thumb buried in my bottom and lifted me back up onto his lap. "Just stay where you are, " he hissed, and let go and used both hands, one on each cheek, scrunching them up with his nails digging in my flesh. I squealed out aloud and he delivered another blow to the inside of my thighs. The door opened and father returned. "That's sorted" he said, "and how are you getting on." Well, I can see you have a problem here Sir'' he answered, "this certainly is a better solution, she should think twice about her behaviour every time she sits down now, but I learnt quite a lot from my uncle and there are better positions that he demonstrated that allow you more room to make sure that both thighs are properly seen to, but I think that should suffice for the time being, Sir." Well thank-you young man, I appreciate the help and you must advise me about those solutions next time, unfortunately, there always is a next time with this one." John let go of me and I slid off his lap into a heap on the floor. My nightie had long since slipped over my head in the struggle and hung on my wrists as I steadied myself and got to my feet. "Don't forget corner time Sir '' interjected John, "reflection time is an important part" and he stood up and took the top of my arm and stood me up. "Now stand up straight and show your father a bit of respect, you won't need this, ” he said as he took hold of my nightie and marched me over to the only really available space next to the front window. I put my hand across my chest and front but he took both wrists and raised them over my head and pulled them behind my neck. "Now stand there and think about your behaviour " as he pushed me virtually in front of the window, still holding my arms up by the elbows and kicked one leg to the side before returning to the other two as they sat themselves down, leaving me facing the road listening to them. I think you should fit in well here John'' said father.“ The minister needs someone to help him with the youth of today, what with hippies and free love, I don't know what things are coming to”. They left me standing there looking out the window hoping no one would come past as the light was fading and father had switched the lights on before sitting down. I stood there while John explained to the two of them what he thought of the States and how organised they were with their churches and how popular they were with all the family events that they organised. It must have been about ten minutes later that I saw Simon, Luke and Gary coming up the path with their football gear on. They all stopped before they reached the door and looked in the window, seeing me standing there and Luke made a rude gesture rubbing his front before they disappeared and I heard the door slam and the lounge door opened as all three came in. I couldn't see them as I was facing the window but father told them to come right in and introduced them to John before telling them to go and get washed and their dinner was on the stove. The door closed and then John said "I think that is about the right amount of time" and I heard him get up and walk over to me. "Well young lady. lets see if you are sorry, " and turned me around with his hands on my waist. "No, I didn't tell you to put your hands down, come over here and apologise to your father" and led me over to the settee with his hand still on my waist. He stopped me about two feet in front of the settee, a bit to the right, so that when he resumed his position I was standing virtually in front of him and they were staring straight at my front. I wanted to cover myself but he told me to make a start and I stuttered some sort of garbled apology to the three of them while John and the minister looked straight between my legs, taking in every detail before John turned to father and thanked him for his hospitality and the minister did the same and said it was time they were off. Father got up followed by the minister and headed out of the door to get their coats. John told me that I could put my arms down and knelt down in front of me and picked my nightie off the floor. He held it there for a moment as the minister and father left the room. He looked really closely between my legs before standing up right in front of me. He chucked the nightie over the back of the settee and gripped me between the legs, almost lifting me off the floor. I'll be seeing more of you my dear he said as his fingers worked their way between my lips and one found its way inside, and he gripped my pussy really tight, he had his face right up close and said "I think you are a bit wet down there aren't you, I ought to tell your father what a bad girl you are". I didn't know what to say, I just shook my head as he leant in really close and whispered, "you tell your father what a good influence I am on you and hope that we stay in touch, " and he left to join the others. I collapsed onto the settee and held my nightie to my front as my father shut the front door and yelled out, "bed now and get a move on.”
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