Dominic took a better wind up this time and really put some right shoulder into it. CRACK! Martha really rocked forward this time, barely keeping here balance. She choked and gasped and eventually croaked out �Thank you Mr. Smithers.� She took as deep a breath as she could and then said hoarsely, �Please give me stroke number two.� That one must have really hurt. Despite the skin being tightly stretched by the extreme bending, I saw the strap indent the skin of Martha’s butt by at least an inch. Pastor Henry commented �I think that you now have the basic stroke force down pat. Don’t you agree Martha?� From my position behind her I could see a couple of tears rolling out of her eyes and streaming downward across her forehead. Martha nodded her head in agreement that Dom was now using enough force. Henry now prompted �You may continue. The second stroke should strike the lower part of the buttock just above where the panty crease would normally be.� Dom wound up and delivered a strike right across the fattiest part of Martha’s butt, directly on top of her asshole. WHACK! Again Martha gasped and started forward and a bit to the left as the strap struck her butt and curled around the right hip. But again she still managed to keep her balance. After a couple of breaths to recover she gave the sign to continue �Thank you Mr. Smithers, please give me number three�. �The third stroke should strike the upper part of the buttock, Dominic� suggested Pastor Henry. My husband had to adjust his swing because Martha’s bent over position put the upper part of her behind in a relatively level position. To properly spank that part of her butt, the strap would have to come directly downward. And so it did, rocking Martha forward and down. Her fingertips crumpled and her hands splayed outward, keeping her from falling forward. Between her spread knees I could catch a glimpse of her face and see that it was turning red. �Thank you Mr. Smithers, please give me stroke number four� Martha manage to get out. �The fourth stroke should spank the upper thighs� encouraged Henry. Again, Dominic adjusted his stance and delivered a blow just above the tops of Martha’s blue nylon stockings. Again the tail of the strap wrapped around smartly, this time actually ending up striking the front of her thighs. I now understood why the garter belt had been unhooked and dropped down. If it was still up the leather strap would have struck the elastic suspender possibly tearing the skin when the metal adjustment clip was driven in. As it was Martha was having a hard enough time keeping her composure and balance. �Thank you Mr. Smithers. Please give me number five�.

Because of the width and length of the strap, four blows were sufficient to cover almost three quarters of Martha’s behind with red marks. The red started at the top of her buttocks and continues down to the thighs. Since the strokes had not overlapped, there was some white in between the areas where the strap had made contact but even those areas were picking up a red reactive flare. At this point Pastor Henry instructed my husband to move to Martha’s right side. �Now you will get a chance to practice your backhand stroke� he cheerfully advised Dom. �Step back and take a few practice swings. You will want to get the swing of it.� Dominic took the advice and enjoyed seeing how close to Martha’s right thigh he could backhand swing the strap. This also gave me a better look at Martha than the glimpses I was catching when my husband was applying the strap to her backside. Martha was hanging in there, red faced and teary. However, with my improved view I noticed that she had spread her knees more widely than at first. The lips of her pussy were swelling and I could have almost sworn that they were glistening a bit. Martha took the break in the action to recover a bit of her composure, taking deep breaths in and out.

Soon enough Dominic stepped back in. Hauling the strap in his hand back across his chest and to his left side, he wound up and delivered a resounding smack right across the center of Martha’s ass, curling around her left thigh. I really thought she was going to start up and take her fingertips off the floor that time but she hung on. �Thank you Mr. Smithers, please give me stroke number six� came out of her clenched teeth. Again the backhand swing and the strap struck lower and right over the anus. Martha gasped and hissed but hung on. Finally Martha said �Thank you Mr. Smithers, number seven please�. This was the high buttock, downward shot and once again her fingertips slipped and she palmed the floor. A bit slower came the �Thank you, please number eight�. The stroke to the upper thighs broke her concentration and the fingers came up off the floor as she partially straightened up. �Ut, Ut, Ut� remarked Pastor Henry quickly, �number eight must be repeated because contact of fingers and floor was broken�. My husband wound up his backhand and delivered a solid smack again across the backs of the thighs just below what would have been the panty line if Martha had been wearing panties that morning. Somehow Martha managed to hang on and hoarsely whisper �Thank you Mr. Smithers, please give me number nine�. �Time to re-arrange things again� interjected Pastor Henry. Dom, move around to Martha’s front. The spanks should come down from over her back with the tail of the strap striking her thighs just above the stocking tops.

Dominic moved around and now stood in front of Martha. Now my view would be totally unobstructed. I realized that I was getting really turned on. I became acutely conscious that I was starting to ooze vaginal secretions. My nipples were also swollen. I wasn’t the only one. As my husband stood in front of Martha and practices a few downward swings I noticed a remarkable distention of the front of his pants. It looked like Martha was getting quite turned on. He knees were now quite widely spread and I could see vaginal juices starting to run down the inner part of her thighs all the way to her stocking tops. The swelling of her labia was now very pronounced and her thighs were so spread that I could see a tumescent clitoris beginning to peak out at me. I couldn’t get a clear view of Pastor Henry’s pants front but I’ll bet you beans to bacon that he also had a hard on.

THWACK! Dominic had stopped practice swings and had applied a smack of the strap to Martha’s left butt cheek and upper thigh. A groan escaped her lips but she managed to get out �Thank you, number ten please�. Quickly another blow spanked her right buttock and thigh. Now she was quivering and shaking. With great effort Martha hissed �Thank you Mr. Smithers, please give me swat number 11�. Back to the left ass and thigh my husband went. He realized that although it was awkward standing near Martha’s head and delivering blows from up above downward, the strap made continuous contact along almost all of its length. For my part, I loved this position because it gave me such a great view of all of Martha. Martha was also showing the effect of the strapping. Her wrists and forearms were really starting to shake. There was virtually no white left on her thighs and backside. Three cycles of swats ensured that virtually every square inch of skin got coverage. Over half of her buttocks had gotten hit at least three times with the heavy leather strap and those areas were bright red beginning to turn red-purple. In places there were little red spots where minute blood vessels under the skin had broken. After taking four deep breaths Martha managed to get out �Thanks Mr. Smithers, please give me the twelfth and last stroke�. And so he did, landing a blow on that part of the right butt cheek and upper thigh that had the least bruised flesh.

�ARRGH, ARRGH, ARRGH� wailed Martha and her fingertips came up off the floor. �No No No, Not� went Henry. �Mr. Smithers will have to repeat the stroke.� This time my husband went for the crease between the cheeks before Martha had a chance to reset her fingertips to the floor stance. That and the fact that she has moved her feet to a wide stance and spread her knees meant that the blow curled around with the tip of the strap landing squarely on her swollen labia. Martha started to choke and gag. �I think that the last stroke of the stap properly finished the job� chortled Henry and Dom began to look a little ill at ease. �I have to admit that that last slap was as well done as any I have laid on� said the Pastor consolingly. Martha was now standing with her hands on her knees, read faced and trembling. �Very good dear� said her husband. �You will finish your Chastisement by remaining in that position for 15 minutes. Dom, why don’t you and Suzzane go to the kitchen and have a cup of coffee to pass that time. Perhaps you can have a bit of a talk�.