"Do you know where she went?"

"Naw. I have heard Canada and California. It don't matter. I am not going to waste time looking for her."

"Well that is a shame. Kids are getting so wayward anymore. They should have a real strong church and be whipped when they need it.

He snorted, "Yeah sure. When was the last time you got whipped?"

"Well dad uses his belt to put welts on my bare skin. It isn't a real whip but it leaves big welts when you are hit on the bare skin."

"No shit. Come on into the kitchen. I'll make you a drink if you want one."

"That would be real nice. I am real thirsty."

In the kitchen I met his wife, Carrie, and his brother, Bob. When Carrie leaned over to shake my hand her blouse fell away from her chest and I saw welts on the top of her breasts. Obviously she was filling in for Janie. I was amazed by Bob. I had expected a loutish brute but he was very good looking and in his late twenties.

When Lew had me seated at the table with a very strong 7up and vodka drink in front of me he said, "Heather thinks we let Janie get wayward. She says her paw whips her when she gets out of line"

"Well, like I said he uses his belt rather than a whip. Sometimes I think I would be a better girl if he did use a whip. Also we go to a wimpy church that doesn't see anything wrong with anything. We used to go to a church that preached spare the rod and spoil the child. The preacher there whipped me once with a big willow switch. That kept me in line for a long time.

"Heather said her paw whips her on the bare skin. How does he keep you in place for it?"

"Well I am not naked anymore. When I started getting boobies he decided I was too old to be naked so I wear panties and bra. He usually ties me to a ceiling fan." I looked up at theirs. "It is a lot like yours."

Bob looked at me as if I was naked and said, Well Heather, we have to leave now to go to your old type church. Would you like to go along? You might see a whipping. Would that bother you."

"Oh no. I am sure if they get whipped they deserve it. I would like to go."

We all piled into their old Ford with me in the back seat with Bob.

"Heather how do you feel after you get whipped? Do you hate your Dad for doing it?"

"Oh no Bob, I always deserve it and after it is over I don't have to feel guilty anymore. I just feel tired and dreamy. I am always kind of proud of my welts. I always look at them in the mirror afterwards. Carrie, have you ever been whipped?"

"Oh yes. Lots"

"Then you know what I mean."

"Yeah kind of like you are at peace with the world."

"Yeah! I just didn't know how to say it."

We arrived at the "church" a short time later. It used to be a movie theatre. The marquee was still on the building which really needed a new coat of white paint. The sign that originally held movie titles now had slogans like "Sinners Repent, The End is Near, etc and John Morgan Preacher." the signs were painted amateurishly in black paint. We filed through the lobby with its worn red carpet and took seats in front row center. We were early since Lew wanted to be sure we had a good seat.

While we were waiting they quizzed me on my punishments and the reasons for them.

"It is usually school stuff. I have to bring all my homework and tests home and I get a spank for each point under a hundred.I work real hard so sometimes he saves them until there ia at least twenty five."

Bob kind of sneered and said, "Twenty five spanks on your panties should not be a big deal."

I decided I should spice up my totally fraudulent story.

"Well.. Last time it was different. I only had twenty coming but I think he was trying to impress his boss who was over having a drink. His boss was complaining about something his daughter had done. I didn't pay much attention till he said, 'Heather would never do that. She would know she was going to be punished. I'll show you.' He had me take off my sweater and skirt and pulled me up real tight to the fan. Then he said, 'I usually spank her bottom but I think she is getting too used to it.' Then he folded down the top of my panties till I was almost naked and whipped the inside of my thighs and across the bottom part of my stomach." I paused for effect then continued, "It was really embarrassing. His boss was staring at my cunni the whole time."

That did it. Bob sounded excited when he said, "Maybe the next time he will pull them all the way off."

Then the house lights dimmed and the curtains opened to reveal a big mean looking man in a black suit. He started right out screaming about hell and damnation. This guy was so out of touch with the nineties! He ranted on for several minutes about how women and children had to be kept in their place and spewed bigotry against Jews, Niggers, rich people, and the police. He finished with a fifteen minute diatribe on how women and children were animals that needed constant training. It would have pissed me off except I could not take my eyes off the ropes with wrist cuffs hanging down from the ceiling.

The preacher finally shut up and all the "Amens"coming from the audience stopped.

He stood silently for a minute looking over the audience then the hypocritical bastard let out a long sigh and said,

"I am sorry to have to say we have three wayward children that will have to be punished in order to save their souls. would you bring up Jimmy and Bertha please. A man led up a boy about fourteen and a woman led up a girl a little younger. Jimmy tried to be brave but Bertha was already crying.

"The preacher asked, "What did these children let the Devil have them do, Brother?"

"I caught them swimming naked in my farm pond, Preacher."

"That is truly terrible! I hope you caught them before they went on to unspeakable acts."

"I think so. They both swore they didn't touch each other. But you never know for sure."

"Well it seems they led each other astray so as father of Jimmy you should punish Bertha and Bertha's Mother should punish Jimmy. Forty lashes should do it."

At this the girls crying turned to loud howls of anguish. "I didn't do anything! I don't have a swim suit to wear!"

Her mother slapped her face and said, "Be brave. You are making fools of us. If you don't shut up you will get eighty lashes."

This obviously scared the hell out of her and she managed to hold herself to sobs and hiccoughs while her Mother handed her over to the man. She clenched her eyes shut in anguish while the man had her face the audience while he slowly removed all of her clothing including her shoes and stockings. Then he had her intermesh her fingers and buckled the collar around her wrists. In another example of the double standard the boy was allowed to leave his shorts on. They really dragged it out, slowly raising the ropes till they were both on their tip-toes. Then the preacher reached into his podium and handed them many thonged whips like we had at home. I was disappointed since I was looking forward to seeing the whip Janie had described.

They let them hang there for awhile evidentally to build the excitement then began the whipping very hard. The woman concentrated on the boys back, butt. and legs but the man turned her butt to the audience and gave it ten hard lashes then turned her around to put fifteen on her budding boobs and the other fifteen on her nearly hairless pussy. At the end she was just rolling her head around and moaning.

Then they raised the ropes up until their toes left the floor and slowly turned them around so each part of their body would come into view to show the redness and welts. When the boy's back was to us the mother pulled down his shorts and let them drop to his toes for a long look at his welted ass. The real surprise was when she turned him around. In spite of or because of the pain he had a throbbing erection.