From then on she never missed a chance to confess although she was smart enough to only confess to tiny sins from then on. Mom had to strip every wednesday to prove she was not wearing panties or bra for the next month. She wasn't whipped though so I am sure she never minded. I knew she was proud of her body and she had told me that it made her feel good to have all the men staring at her and wanting her. Dad got a little jealous but there wasn't anything he could do about it. She always stripped slowly to reveal her body inches at at time to give the men maximum excitement and finished by standing facing them with her legs apart her tummy tucked in and he boobs pushed out proudly. That seemed to make more of the better looking women confess to some little sin so they could show they had good bodies too. Eventually I learned all the little sins to confess to that had a minimum of lashes with a maximum of fucking.

Things were going very well for me. Between my dad, my brothers, our neighbor, and Uncle Bill I was getting fucked and whipped all I wanted. Then disaster happened.

One Wednesday night during the preachers sermon we heard a commotion at the door. When we turned around we saw the man who owned the feed store dragging his wife through the door.

"Reverend! I caught my bitch wife in bed with a black man. He is dead but dying is too good for her. I want her to be taught never to screw around again!

I had seen some pretty rough treatment but this made me sick.

They hung her upside down so the blood would rush to her head so she could not faint easily then whipped her with barbed wire till she was bleeding everywhere. Then they made the letter "A" with a coat hanger wire, heated it on the stove till it was red hot and branded both her breasts and her pussy with the legs of the "A" straddling her slit and nipples. They must have liked the way her pussy hair caught fire from the branding because they burned the rest of it off by putting gasoline on it and setting it on fire. I was throwing up as a lot of the other women were, when he threw her nude body into the back of his pickup and drove off.

If he had killed her and buried her no-one would have blamed him. He didn't, and she got away and managed to get to the State Police. They must have peeked through the windows at our next meeting because they broke down the door just as the last woman of the night had confessed and was being tied and arrested everyone.

I was sent to a juvenile detention place. They told me my folks were going to prison and that they will find me some "Good" foster parents. I am just going along with them now. I know that when I get out of here I will be able to run away.

I am sure there is someone out there who will want to whip and fuck me. I just have to find them.