Things went quite smoothly for a few weeks, it was getting near to Bonfire night and we all sat down to dinner one evening when father showed us a postcard that had arrived that morning. “Look” he said, “it's from John, you remember, he was the minister's new fellow. He's been staying at this lovely house doing a worship course, down in Somerset,” and he lent across and showed me the picture. “What a place, look at the size of it, that really is a grand house” and continued reading the message before looking over at me and saying, “he asks after you Sammy, wonders if you are working hard because you were obviously having problems. Isn’t that nice, he was such a helpful young man and taking the time to remember you. What do you think about that?” I shivered a bit and remembered the last thing that John had said when he was leaving. I looked up and replied “yes, he was a really nice man and very helpful father,” and I looked down at my plate hoping he wouldn’t continue with the subject. There, I thought, that should get me off the hook if he asks father. I still went to the Sunday school and avoided Mathew for a few weeks until he pounced on me one morning as I walked down the side of the church to the back entrance to the Sunday school. He grabbed me from behind and wrapped his arms around my coat and tried to feel my chest when I shouted out, “fuck off won’t you” and pulled his hands away and ran into the entrance and straight into the minister. I bumped right into him and he stopped me dead with his hands on my shoulders, glaring down and barking, “what sort of language is that, and in the Lord's House, just you wait young lady” and turned around and pushed me into the meeting room. I thought he was going to follow but he didn't and I nervously joined the others in the meeting. A couple of weeks passed and I forgot all about it until I got home one day, and father called me into the lounge. “The minister has been on the phone, girl. He tells me you were using profanities in the church, is that right?” I was startled and my lack of response only confirmed my guilt and he sent me packing saying, ”we will deal with this at the weekend, that should give you plenty of time to think about your behavior.” I hid in my bedroom most of the time and wondered what was going to happen, when only too soon, Friday arrived. Nothing was said until just before dinner, father told me to get my shoes and coat and, with a quick word with mum, he pushed me out of the door and we walked in silence until we turned down the road towards the church. I had knots in my stomach as I realized where we were heading, but we passed the path down to the minister's house and turned into the church entrance. The minister was standing in the doorway and after greeting father he opened the door and ushered us in, closing it shut behind us. I was trembling, not knowing what was happening, but they kept walking, father pushing me along behind the minister until we entered the side room where we held our Sunday school. It is a pretty bare room, with a table, a dozen or so small wooden chairs, a bookcase and a few kids drawings and framed religious pictures on the walls. At the end of the room in front of the table, is an upholstered chair without arms where the teacher would sit. The minister told father he would be back in a minute and left as father took off his coat and indicated for me to do the same, and hung them at the back of the room on a row of hooks. We didn’t wait long until the door opened again and the minister entered followed by John. ”Well it’s good to see you," said father, offering his hand which John shook enthusiastically while they exchanged greetings and father asked about his time away, before John said, “so, she’s back to her old ways,” looking over at me. “I’m afraid so,” replied father, apologizing to both of them for my conduct. “Probably time for a reminder “ said John and father nodded in agreement and after some discussion John said, “better now than later are you going to handle the matter.” “No,” said father, "I think your expertise is required. It certainly did the trick last time, I think that it has been the longest period that she hasn’t been in trouble for a long time. You obviously are better at this and if I remember right, you had some additional methods that you had learnt on your visit to the States.” “That’s correct Sir, at least we could try and see if they are more effective.” “Well, anything is worth a try,” said father and they nodded in agreement. “Might as well make a start” said the minister, "we haven't got all night”. “Yes minister” agreed John, “ why don’t we pull the big chair over here and you two can draw up a seat and get comfortable. You stand over there and hang your clothes up with your coat,” he snapped, looking me up and down. “Get a move on girl” said father, "it's chilly in here, we don’t want to be all night.” I went over to the coats and took my jumper off and then my skirt and turned around to look at them, “and the rest said father” and I realised it was going to be like the last time and I didn’t even have a nightie to wear this time. I was trying to be slow, hoping someone would intervene and say that was enough, but father stepped over, picking my skirt up and telling me to hurry up and get everything off, and then he took my arm and pulled me back over to the other two. “You better get a move on girl” he said, “I’ve been up since dawn and I haven‘t had anything to eat yet, I don’t want to be here all night.” “That’s no good,” said the minister,” nip up and see the wife and ask her to make you a sandwich, she would be only too pleased.” “Good idea” said John, "she can do a bit of corner time while we wait for you, and I can sort the chair out.” “Okay” replied father, mother asked me to thank her for the cakes she sent round last week” and headed out of the door, closing it behind him. “Right girl, let's get you sorted as well,” and he went over to the chairs and picked up three of the hard cushions and stacked them upright against the back of the big chair. “Right get over here and sit down.” I stepped over and sat down, my bottom right on the front of the seat as he looked at the minister and instructed him to stand behind the chair and John reached down as he took hold of both my ankles and lifted them right up, handing them to the minister's outstretched arms. “That looks about right“ he said, “hold them right back” and he gestured for the minister to spread his arms wider. “Perfect," he said as I was almost bent double, my bottom facing John as I looked between my legs and could see how exposed I was and my nipples standing out with the cold. He looked at me for a moment and then at the door before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little glass jar and unscrewed the lid. “Tiger Balm” he told the minister, “an old Chinese medicine, works wonders used like this, another trick my uncle showed me.” He dipped the end of his finger in and carefully screwed the lid back on and dropped it back into his pocket before indicating for the minister to open my legs further until I felt the cold air inside my lips. He bent forward and rubbed his finger on my clitoris, working it around in circles before wiping his finger on his trousers and telling the minister to drop my legs and telling me to stand up. “Over there” he pointed, “face the wall and the two of them talked quietly by the chair until I heard the door open and looked round to see father enter carrying a mug of tea. “She’s making me a sandwich” he said, “shouldn’t be long, thought I better get back so you can get on with things.” “Okay“ said John, "I thought I might show you the best method, it allows you to treat both thighs equally, not an easy thing to achieve with the over the knee method.” “Oh good,” said father, “you don’t mind if I sit down and finish my tea do you.” “No, not at all, the minister can help, generally it requires two people for the best results, uncle called it The Spread Eagle and he used with a lot of success over there, but they always practiced it at the Elders Meetings, unfortunately we don't have those over here, we only have the Church helpers. Anyway, come over here girl”. I was still standing facing the wall but I was grinding my thighs together more and more as a hot burning sensation was enveloping my pussy. He took my arm and turned me around and sat me back down on the seat and lifted my legs back up as the minister resumed his place behind me. He grabbed my ankles again and John stood to the side and showed father how in this position you had access to both cheeks and thighs and could properly attend to both sides with an equal amount of discipline. “Shall I wait for you to finish your tea Sir.” “No need for that” he replied, "you said you would demonstrate a new technique, I’m here to learn, carry on,” and with that, John stood to the side and told the minister to spread me a bit more and smacked my cheek a couple of times, gradually working his way up the inside of my thigh before walking around to the other side and repeating the process. Then he stood back a bit and looked at father. “You see how easy it is like this Sir, you can see how the skin is already starting to glow.” Father put the mug down on the floor and stood up and came over, “my word John, you are so right, what a good Idea,” and stood to the side as John said. “Why don’t you copy me“ and landed another slap on my cheek followed by my father on the other side as they took turns and gradually worked their way all the way up almost to my knees. The longer they went on, the wider the minister opened my legs until his arms were wide open. I was squirming around, gripping the sides of the chair trying to hang on as the smarting on my thighs increased as did the burning between my lips. They reached the top of my thighs and stopped and I looked down and could see my clitoris pointing straight up and glistening with moisture, enlarged bigger than I had ever noticed it before and it burnt like mad. Father was looking as well and John looked across to him and beckoned him over and they both stood back as John spoke softly. I could just hear them as John said, “I didn’t like to say anything Sir, but last time I couldn't help but notice that she shows signs of what uncle calls Eve’s Curse, it’s a sign that she really has the same problem that Eve brought upon all women with her actions, as described in the bible. If you don't address it now, it could lead to a life of debauchery. I'm sorry to tell you but any sign of moisture is a clear indicator.” “God forbid” said father, "that's the trouble with having four boys, you just don’t know about these things, it’s plain as day that she displays all the signs, what on earth should I do to save her from being consumed by this evil.” “Evil it is Sir, and the only way that uncle has found to be effective is with a regular and severe treatment of the area.” “How did he manage to achieve that, John, you must teach me.” Well sir, taming it with the strap was found to be the most effective,” and with that he turned and walked over to the table, pulled out the drawer, and took out a brown leather strap. It looked about 12 inches long and quite narrow, and he shut the drawer and swatted it across his palm as a demonstration. My pussy was on fire as the minister continued to hold my ankles tightly, pushing my feet right to the side as John returned and stood in front looking down at my wide open pussy before looking up and into my eyes, licking his lips and swatting his palm a couple of times again. “Shall I demonstrate Sir and then you can see if you can master it.” “Carry on young man” he said, standing alongside John as he tapped the leather on my mound a couple of times, making me flinch, before raising his arm and delivering a sharp stinging slap directly on my clitoris, I yelled out and the minister held me tightly before the second blow struck the full length of my pussy. I tried to catch my breath as he turned to father and exclaimed, “you will know when the evil has been purged, when the devil's cries have stopped, but it may take a number of applications over time Sir,” and he handed the strap to father and moved to the side to allow him access. Father took it, and in a similar fashion, tried slapping his palm with the item before adjusting his stance and tapping the target in the same way that John had demonstrated. He raised his arm and right at that moment the side door opened and Mathew came into the room carrying a plate and stopped in his tracks. John and father looked round as I heard the minister say, “close that door will you and bring those over here, he’s been waiting for them.” I was looking over the back of my knee and watched him approach, his eyes glued on my upturned body until he joined the two in front of me and handed father the plate. “Good lad," said the minister, "don't worry, you're courting now and you should learn about the ways of women.” With that father turned and put the plate down on his chair with the mug saying, ”yes lad, you need to recognise the signs or you may go through life ignorant like myself.” “That’s not fair,” said John, "you have had your hands full with your boys and all the hard work you do,” and father thanked him and put the strap back in his right hand as John started to explain. “You see here young man, look how she presents herself, shameless, she came here to be punished for her profanities when you passed her coming to church and look,” pointing at my wide open pussy, see how swollen and wet she is, a clear sign of the evil in her and we must expel the sins before it takes over her very being.” Mathew bent down and looked closely between my legs at the vision I presented to him. He bent forward even lower so I looked down at the top of his head before he looked at me, a smile on his lips, eyes wide open I could feel his breath between my legs and then looked up to my nipples sticking right out in front of his face before standing back up. “I’m not sure what you mean John,” he said and looked at father and back to John. “This,“ said John, stepping forward and pointing between my legs as he directed Mathews gaze to the swollen clitoris and his hand reached further in and took hold of it between his finger and thumb and stretched it further out towards the group. “Look, see how it protrudes and feel how wet it is,” as he released his grip. Matthew glanced at father before reaching in and exploring the area, squishing it in his fingers before withdrawing and putting them up to his face and examining the sticky moisture coating the end of his fingers. I closed my eyes with complete embarrassment and despair with him examining me like that, when father said, “right lad, this is how John has shown me the way to correct things,” and brought the strap down forcefully and accurately in a flurry of slaps. My mouth was wide open uttering shrill noises and I slumped back as the three of them examined the swelling and how the whole area was now glowing a bright shade of red. Father turned away, handing the strap to Mathew and said, "Try it yourself, you may well need to use this method yourself before long.“ Mathew took the strap and studied the target with mounting excitement, before unleashing a series of strikes right at the target that had been the subject of his thoughts since the scrumping incident. Handing back the strap to John as father turned and stepped back to pick up his plate. Mathew watched John step in front of me, blocking fathers view and reached down and inserted his finger on his free hand into my wide open pussy. First one and then two and he turned his head back and check where father was before reaching right inside me, watching the shock on my face, he turned his head briefly to see if father was still facing away eating, and Mathew watched as he sank them right to the hilt, rapidly working them in and out, his thumb working on my clitoris until he felt my muscles grip his fingers. He withdrew them swiftly and the two of them stared at my pussy as it pulsated in front of them. A wry smile spread across his face as he watched me as the orgasm continued to throb between my lips. Mathew turned and said a hurried thank-you to the others shoving his hand into his pocket, excused himself and John stepped back as the minister released my ankles and came around to the front to join him. Father turned around, still eating and the three of them exchanged comments about the evening's proceedings as I lay there, legs still wide apart, unable to move, totally exhausted. Father sat down with his plate and John and the minister joined him sitting on each side of them while discussing the night's events and what they should do next. John suggested a regular maintenance visit to try and purge me of the poison that had invaded my body. Father happily agreed and they finally stood up and John came over to me, smiling as he bent his head down close to my face, holding my legs and whispered “I’ll be seeing more of you next week Sammy, I bet you liked the White Tiger Balm, I’ll make sure it’s right inside you next week.” He pulled me up into a standing position and onto my feet and told me to get dressed. Father was finishing his sandwich and stood up as John returned the strap to the drawer and tidied the cushions up, repositioned the chair and when I finally managed to dress myself, they showed us out and I followed father up the road, the burning between my legs making it difficult to keep up with him.
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