Twin Trouble Part 2
by Verity
veritygoodbody@hotmail.com
Copyright 2004 by Verity, all rights reserved.
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Twin Trouble Part 2
In the long wooden meeting-house, the first hymn of Sunday morning came to an end, and Pastor Jabez Stoolmaker surveyed the congregation as they sat down. As always, the building was completely filled with men, women and children dressed in the sober garb of their community but there was something of an air of anticipation too, as of something new or unusual about to happen.
And the devout congregation was not disappointed.
"Brothers and sisters," said the Pastor, "You will all know, I believe, how we are making a particular effort this year
especially as the world is today in such a sinful state to return to the very roots and principles of our community. And at the heart of this, my dear friends, is the duty of bringing up our children in the way that they should go (Zebedee 3:15)."
"Amen," murmured the dun-clad congregation.
"I am sorry to say, my dear brothers and sisters, that not all of our children are inclined to follow our strict rules of behavior, and to follow the Right Path."
"How true, how true " The congregation shook their heads and sighed.
"And on those children who depart from the Way, we have decided that on them shame and punishment should fall according to the customs established at the very beginnings of our community as set out in the Rules of 1684."
The Pastor paused. "Very well, I have spoken enough for now. Sister Goodbody, please bring out Paul and Charity Flaxmiller."
The vestry door beside the pulpit opened, and the Sunday School Superintendent, Martha Goodbody, came out, together with the 13-year-old Flaxmiller twins, holding one by each hand.
Though some rumours had already gone around, nonetheless the congregation gasped collectively to see that the two youngsters were completely nude. They were an attractive pair, blonde-haired, the boy slim and athletic, but still with the rounded hips of childhood the girl a little taller, also gracefully built, although by contrast her own hips and thighs already showed the slight swell of puberty, and a tiny wisp of pubic hair was visible to those nearest the front. Her brother's naked body was almost completely smooth, though those in the front row would again have been able to see some tiny blond hairs. The two children - not surprisingly - were red-faced and sobbing with mortification, eyes fixed on the floor and tears running down both their cheeks.
Martha Goodbody firmly walked the pair to the front of the audience, their bare feet padding on the simple sisal matting. Her eyes were fixed grimly on the two 13-year-olds; she was clearly savouring their almost unbearable embarrassment.
"Sister Goodbody.." said the Pastor, with a wave indicating that the Superintendent was to take over.
Martha motioned the children to stand on a small raised area in front of the congregation, which they did obediently, not looking up both with hands by their sides, as they had been severely warned that they must not attempt to cover any part of themselves. The atmosphere in the church was electric, the pale skin of the two 13-year-olds' totally naked bodies presenting a striking contrast to the garb of their dun-colored elders.
And the reaction of the audience was not always what the Pastor might have wished. Elder Increase Chairmaker, his eyes focused on a single area of Charity's nude young body, felt a distinct pricking inside the front of his trousers; alongside him his 13-year-old daughter Exaltation, her gaze fixed on a similar area of the equally bare young boy, felt a definite moistness in the front of her panties.
Sister Martha was speaking, though it was uncertain whether anyone was listening. It was a long harangue about the wages of sin, and the shame and punishment that must follow. At the word "punishment" her eyes flicked down to the two children's round bottoms, just in front of her, and a faint smile flickered on her lips, especially to see the youngsters' rear cheeks clench in anticipation. " and now," she finished, "these two wicked children will remain standing in from of you COMPLETELY BARE " she appeared to enjoy saying the phrase, as her eyes flickered over the nude pair "..to confess what they have done wrong, and ask for your punishment and forgiveness."
"Amen," responded the congregation.
After which, their voices choked with sobs, each of the youngsters haltingly detailed a catalogue of misdeeds, accompanied by the sighing and groaning of the devout congregation money taken from their mother's purse, playing ball on the Sabbath, taking the Lord's name in vain, fighting, lying
At last the pair had finished or almost finished.
"And ?" prompted Martha angrily.
The pair hesitated, then Charity, looking towards the Pastor, gulped and said, "And and we called Sister Goodbody an old witch."
There was a titter from the Sunday-School children, very quickly suppressed, while the adults gasped with horror.
Pastor Stoolmaker shook his head in disbelief and sorrow. "Such disrespect surely goes beyond all bounds "
There followed another tirade from Martha, finishing, "..and so they must both be severely, publicly, and shamefully punished on the traditional and proper place designed by God for the purpose. Hallelujah!"
"Hallelujah!"
The Pastor intervened again: "I say one more word. After these two children have been thoroughly punished on the um proper place, you will then see them dance and cry with pain before you all. This is usual after a child's bare bottom has been beaten hard. The French refer to a "danse de fesse", but we would not of course use such an ungodly language yet it is truly a dance of pain and penitence before the Lord (Cappadocians 5:17). And, I say to you parents, if you have punished your child, you have not truly done the Lord's will unless that child, when you have finished, is performing such a dance as you will shortly see. Listen and watch, brothers and sisters, and learn! Amen!"
"Amen!"
Listening to the Pastor, one or two of the children in the congregation looked at Paul and Charity with some sympathy. Many had done a similar dance at home but not so publicly!
Helped by Goodwife Flaxmiller, the twin's mother, Martha brought forward two stout wooden chairs. Martha sat on one, and motioned Charity to come over to her. To increase Paul's shame, however, his spanker was to be Virtue Stoolmaker, the Pastor's 13-year-old daughter. Yes, young Virtue had agreed to the Christian duty of reddening that naughty boy's bottom with her own fair hand!
"A true Handmaiden of the Lord," said the Pastor in a quiet aside. "Dear Virtue did not hesitate for even an instant when asked to carry out such a sorry task."
Martha Goodbody said in an aside to Virtue that the children were to be turned over with their bottoms facing the congregation, so that all should have an excellent view of the reddening process! Then Martha draped Charity across her lap, the youngster's two round buttocks projecting shamefully in the air. Virtue Stoolmaker, primly adjusting her white pinafore, similarly pulled nude Paul down over her knees, where he looked even more ridiculous than his twin, turned over the lap of a girl no bigger than himself, his pert young bottom jutting up almost comically for its punishment. Acutely embarrassed, he squeezed his thighs and bottom-cheeks tight together but Goodwife Flaxmiller knew very well that Paul would forget all about such shyness once that tender bare rear began to burn!
The congregation noted with approval, too, that the twins' bottom-cheeks were already distinctly rosy the legacy of an earlier spanking apiece in Sunday-School. "Amen!" they chorused again
"Just a word," said Martha Goodbody to Virtue. She raised her voice slightly. "And this is for other families with young boys who need punishment. Virtue, my dear when a young boy is being punished on his bottom, he will wriggle a great deal and will rarely keep still, especially if he is completely naked but you should know that God has provided a boy with a um handle for the purpose of holding
him to receive his punishment." She said sharply to Paul, "Lift yourself up a little, please." Paul, even more mortified, arched his nude body slightly up on Virtue's lap.
"Now," said Martha, "You just reach right under with your left hand, Virtue, and take a real good hold."
Virtue, her face set with the determination to do her duty, obeyed.
"AAAH!" yelled Paul.
"Excellent!" approved Martha.
The Pastor announced a hymn, while two spankers rolled up their right sleeves. The hymn began
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAA!" screamed the two nude thirteen-year-olds in unison and at the tops of their voices.
Both spankers, faces set, put heart and soul into their task, for each smack raising their hand up to arms' length and bringing it down each time with the force and noise of a pistol-shot, working as fast as they both could, so as the naughty twins' bottom-skin would reach burning-point just as soon as possible!
Martha, every line in her face expressing determination, worked all over Charity's bare rear cheeks, making them quiver furiously as they gradually turned scarlet, while the nude youngster bounced, twisted and plunged on Martha's bony lap, her long legs pummelling the air faster and faster as her bottom-cheeks burned more and more intolerably.
Meanwhile, the athletics of Charity's naked 13-year-old brother were if anything even more astonishing. Screaming lustily while his bottom was turned as bright a shade of scarlet as his twin's, young Paul thrashed and twisted like an electric eel on Virtue Stoolmaker's lap, his long boyish legs working and spinning in the air as if he was furiously pedalling an invisible bicycle.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!SMACK!! SMACK!!
Meanwhile: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"!"
As the first verse of the hymn ended the Pastor held up a hand for the choir to stop.
"Beautiful though the singing is," he declared, "Even more beautiful and true music to the ears is the sound of the punishing hand on the bare and most tender place of children who have sinned, and their heartfelt songs of repentance "
At last the spanking was over. The two youngsters were told they might get up and dance for which they needed no bidding, although they were not allowed to rub, but had both to place their hands on their heads. At which the congregation was both edified and enthralled by the electrifying spectacle of the two nude 13-year-olds leaping, shrieking and bouncing on the wooden floor, madly twisting and shaking their hips and bottoms in a frantic attempt to throw off the intolerable burning in their rear cheeks. Some of the youngsters in the Sunday School, indeed, had to make heroic efforts to suppress their giggles at the sight of Charity's scarlet adolescent bottom-cheeks quivering like big twin jellies as she twisted and jumped and, just as much, at the sight of everything in front of young Paul bouncing and joggling uncontrolledly and almost hilariously as he too jumped and leapt nude like a young hula-dancer, the while bawling with pain, tears pouring down his scarlet face. Both naked youngsters had forgotten all embarrassment, and bounded, writhed and and twisted completely shamelessly, thinking only of their scorching bottoms. And Paul greatly added to the delight of the congregation by shrieking, "Oh, my botty, my botty, my BOTTY!!"
"Hallelujah!" they chorused.
Then there was a slight gasp from the front of congregation, and Martha, with a face like thunder, pointed to Paul and cried, "Well, I just don't believe my eyes."
She hardly needed to point; it was shortly clear to all that Paul's young rod had quickly stood upright and was now, to the boy's mortification, tight against his stomach.
"Come here, boy," snapped Martha.
"I c-c-can't h-help it," stammered the youngster tearfully.
"No, you can't," declaimed Martha, "And I'm just going to tell you why. That's cos the Devil's still in you both of you. Come here, you girl." She called Charity over, thrust a bony hand downwards, and exclaimed, "Yes, wet's they come. So you're no better, Miss Charity." To the two sobbing and horribly ashamed children she said, "And now what you're going to do is get that devil out of you both, right here and now and in front of everyone. Both of you! Yep, the whole congregation's goin to hear all the cryin' out and shriekin' as that bad comes right out. Now you get to it, both of you!"
For a moment the pair looked slightly nonplussed, then Goodwife Flaxmiller came across and spoke to them in a low voice.
"NO!" they both yelled in horror.
"You just both get on and do as you're told," shouted Martha angrily. "Or me and Goodwife Flaxmiller, we going to get canes from the garden and whip you both ALL OVER!"
"Amen!" from the congregation.
The twins had no option but, with the deepest of mortification, to begin reluctantly, Paul taking a firm grip and starting to work rhythmically, his eyes fixed on the floor, Charity starting with two fingers, her elbow soon beginning to move diligently. In spite of the twin's deep shame, however, the many eyes on them, and the increasing excitement of the congregation, appeared to act as a potent stimulus, and they were both AH-AH-AAAH-ing loudly in duet.
"Yes!" chorused the congregation, some on their feet.
Paul was beginning to rise on his toes, Charity to skip and shimmy, her bare feet hammering on the wooden floor.
"I'm coming, I'M COMING, I'M COMING " Paul began to yell, dancing like a jitterbug, all inhibitions lost,.
"YES, YES, YES!!!" Charity was quickly joining in equally shamelessly, mouth wide open, vigorously dancing a spectacular nude fandango for the second time that morning.
"Amen, amen!" cried the congregation, many waving their arms in the air.
Then, from Charity, shriek after shriek of ecstasy, while a moment later her brother, too, burst into screams of unrestrained rapture. Truly, in spite of the youngsters' deep shame, the totally public exposure was nevertheless a powerful excitant for them both. Charity had tumbled on her back to the floor, still shrieking like a banshee, her arm still working; Paul remained dancing, yelling in chorus with his twin, his hand equally busy - then his noise reached a sudden crescendo, and small white droplets spouted explosively from between his fingers.
The congregation burst into applause, cries of joy and "Hallelujah!" and the Pastor broke into a prayer of thanksgiving as the two children gradually quietened down. And finally the two deeply shamefaced 13-year-olds were taken back to their seats in the congregation, their punishment over. Well nearly. The youngsters' cries of pain as their burning bottoms came into contact with the hard wood of their bench brought a smile or two from those around them.
Before announcing the final hymn, Pastor Stoolmaker announced that the confessions of children who had misbehaved, and their punishments, would now be a regular part of the Sunday service.
"Amen!" came from all around.
"I have already heard from a number of parents that they plan to bring their children before the Elders this week, and I have no doubt that quite a number of Section 7 punishments will be imposed, according to our book of ancient customs."
The congregation nodded enthusiastically, knowing this was the rule which decreed that children under 16 who had misbehaved had to remain totally nude for at least a week everywhere and all the time then have hard spankings before the congregation, just like the twins had today.
The final hymn was announced and, during the singing, Goodwife Benefit Haychandler looked across at her cheeky, blond 12-year-old son, at present giggling with a friend. How dared he behave like that in church? She wasn't even going to wait for the Board of Elders! Nope, just as soon as she got that naughty boy outside the meeting-house she was going to take his pants down and give him a really good behavior lesson on his bare bottom the best way such a lesson is given. That boy wouldn't be doing much sitting down in the coming week, Goodwife Haychandler decided!
And the eye of Elder Ezekiel Waffelmaker fell meanwhile on his pert, pigtailed niece Sanctity, also aged 12. He had brought her up himself, and had tried to do so according to the Good Book, but Sanctity had of late given him great grief because of repeated disobedience and answering back. Well, now he had the solution! In fact, like Goodwife Haychandler, he was reluctant to wait for the Board. He would have a word with Pastor Jabez afterwards and ask if Sanctity's nude time could begin right away. If so, her clothes could be bundled up in a carrier bag, and then she could be smacked bare all the way home, showing everyone that Ezekiael meant business. And wouldn't he make that naughty botty jiggle! Another kid wouldn't be sitting down much in the near future.
The thoughts of Pastor Stoolmaker were also elsewhere during the hymn. He glanced thoughtfully in the direction of his pretty 13-year-old daughter Merit, still aglow with self- satisfaction after the spanking she had given to young Paul. But Merit too had been getting really sassy at home of late, and the Pastor wondered how she would look, dancing and howling nude with the other naughty children next Sunday. Well, he would find out! And just wouldn't the sight of that round bare bottom, scarlet and quivering, be good to see after all the uppity behavior of the recent past.
Further, he decided though it would be a humble duty for him as Pastor - that he would deliver the spanking himself.
"Amen," he murmured fervently.