The Inlaws 8
The next girl was older maybe eight or nine. Unlike the first girl she seemed to
be resigned to her fate with just a sad face but no crying.
The Preacher said, "You missed six questions and since you are bigger and
stronger I will use this for your six spanks. Prepare yourself."
He held up a paddle much like the other except it had several holes drilled in
its face. She then showed some emotion as she stared at it in fear. I assumed
she had felt it before or else seen its effects on a butt.
She took off the standard cotton dress and dirty cotton panties then stood there
facing the audience with a defiant look on her face. Southern girls develop
young. Her chest was definitly forming breasts and there was sparse hair on her
pussy.
The Preacher looked at her and said, "It has been awhile since you have needed
punishment. You have grown. Turn around slowly so we can see all of you. She
blushed but turned slowly. When her butt was to us I saw that this had not been
her first session. Her buttcheeks were scarred with skinny white lines much like
the lines Salliemae had shown from the coathanger but her session must have been
hard enough to cut the skin. There were also round scars that could only have
been caused by lit cigarettes or a hot rod being pressed against the cheeks and
even the outer lips of her pussy.
He had her get into position and on the first swat I saw why she had looked at
the paddle in fear. It left a red imprint but also like blood blisters at each
hole in the paddle.
She was absolutely amazing. She just grunted at each swat with her knuckles
white from gripping the rod as tight as she could. When he finished her ass and
upper thighs were red with maroon polka dots.
He sent her to the other side of the stage and only then did she cry as she
rubbed her burning butt.
The next girl seemed a bit older at least she was developed enough for her
breasts to push against her too tight dress but her little blonde pig tails made
her look very young.
Her offence was different, The Preacher said, "You little slut. You were caught
rubbing your crotch. You know what the Bible says about spilling seed."
I was sure that referred to male masturbation and had nothing to do with her but
I certainly was not about to argue that point.
He held up a rod with a leaf shaped leather thong at the end. It didn't seem
nearly as bad as the paddles and I was a little surprised when she wailed, "Oh
Preacher, not that. I'll be good. I promise. Just paddle or whip me."
He just said, "Prepare yourself."
she stripped and stood there with tears running off her cheeks to splash on her
pretty little tits.
The Preacher nodded to the two men on stage and they dragged her over to the
table where they bent her backward and roughly pulled her ankles about four feet
apart to tie them to the legs of the table. Then they tied her wrists to the
legs on the other side to force her into a back bend to display every inch of
her pussy and even the anus.
He said,"You will not have the luxury of a cushion."
I thought he meant a pillow to lessen the way the sharp edge of the table was
digging into her round butt. That was not it at all.
The two men went to the podium to get pliers and went back to her and started to
pull the hairs from her crotch. They could have made it a little easier for her
by just jerking them out but they were mean. They would clamp onto a few hairs
and pull them out very slowly stretching the skin to open her lips obscenely
until they gave and let the skin snap back only to find more hair. The poor
thing wailed and shook her head and body to make even her firm little boobs
shake.
Finally no matter how they tugged at her lips and anus they could find no more
hairs and stepped back. Her pussy was reddened as if it had already been
spanked.
He stood at the back and clamped her head between his thighs and began spanking
her now certainly tender pussy. The leaf shape was perfectly sized to cover the
whole face of it with the sharp tip digging into her anus while she made muffled
screams since I was sure her mouth was pressed into his balls. He kept hitting
and hitting occasionally letting the leaf hit her pubic bone to make the tip go
into her open slit and snap against her clitoris to make her strain against her
bonds.
As it went on her screams became moans and I suddenly rrealized she was pushing
her pussy up to meet the whip and twisting her head around to make the preacher
show a broad smile. I realized that what had happened to me was happening to her
which was confirmed when the leather leaf darkened from the juices of her pussy.
He kept it up until she slumped in exhaustion.
I thought the punishment may be counter productive since it gave her an orgasm
then remembered how much pain she had to endure to get to that point.
They just left her there with his handiwork displayed. We watched her panting
slowly turm to deep breaths.
I looked around to see the men staring and rubbing their crotches. I thought
they were total hypocrites. They didn't care if the punishment improved her they
just wanted to watch it for their selfish excitement.
The next girl up was about my age of sixteen and fully developed with large
boobs and butt that made her waist look smaller. She was wearing the familiar
cotton dress but she must have tailored it because it fit tightly to show the
bumps of her nipples and the shadowy area of her navel and crotch.
The preacher said, "You used the Lord's name in vain. Why did you do that."
"I am sorry Preacher I stubbed my toe on a rock and without thinking yelled
Jesus."
I panicked realizing my blaspheming was a serious offense even though it had
seemed perfectly natural to me.
"I see. Did the person who heard you punish you for that?"
"Yessir. My hubbie beat my butt bad but he said it didn't count because only the
church could give me salvation."
"Well there are mitigating circumstances so I will only give you ten. Which of
these switches should I use."
He held up a long switch and a shorter one which was Deja Vu for me. She said,
"thank you for only ten. I think I had better take the smaller one. My butt has
had about all it can take."
He had her strip then turn around slowly. She had a magnificent body that would
be welcome in any man's magazine. When her butt faced us we saw purple welts
covering her cheeks with scabs at each intersection of welts.
He looked at it and felt the wlts then said, "Were you tied for this dear?"
"Nosir. My hubbie thinks I should be brave so I just held on to a tree limb. He
didn't need to tie me I knew I deserved it.
"Good for you. Should we tie you for this?"
"You don't have to. I know I deserve it and I want salvation."
I thought since she had already suffered so much he would be easy on her but he
wasn't.
He made it last as long as possible by making her take a new pose for each lash.
He had her bend backward then hit right across her bellybutton. Her stomach was
so tight the switch bounced off.
He had her stretch up her arms as far as she could then went to her side to hit
both tits just above the nipples burying the switch in them to compress them and
jump back out with a red line. He then aimed carefully and brought another just
below the nipples. To my amazement her only reaction was to gasp.
He aimed again and hit both nipples pushing them deep into her breasts only to
pop back out hardened. This made her give a little wail but she maintained her
pose.
Then he had her lean over with her hands behind her neck to let her big boobs
hang. He hit them so hard they slapped against her ribcage, He and the audience
who gave a little cheer semed to enjoy the way they bounced and swayed slowly
settling down for the next which was just as hard.
He told her to pinch her nipples between thumbs and fingers and lift them. He
was not satisfied until the nipples were stretched as far as they would go
lifting her tits nearly to her chin.
He gave her two more to the underside which now left uniform stripes covering
all of her tits.
Then he said, "Last two. You know how you should be for them."
She whimpered and to my disbelief she opened her legs then pinched the outer
lips of her pussy in each hand to pull the lips way open displaying the tender
pink inner parts.
He did not want to spoil our view so he got behind her and we saw the switch
come up between her legs to bury itself in her slit with the tip hitting her
clitoris. She made an agonized wail and let the lips slip out of her fingers but
quickly grabbed them to pull them open again for the last one that was so bad
she dropped to her knees and wailed. They realized she was weak so let her kneel
at the edge of the stage.
Then in a daze I heard my name called. Daddy grabbed one of my arms and Jake the
other to pull me up on the stage.
end part 8
