Dom says that today, after Church, I must display the �Fruits of my First Chastisement�. I learned that this meant that I had to show my bruised behind to the Pastor and Martha. This morning I put on my new Church Dress. This was a beautiful yellow checked pattern print full sleeved, high necked frock with a full pleated skirt with flounces. I bought it yesterday with Martha and modified it with a pair of loops with buttonholes in the inside back just above the waist. It also has a pair of small white buttons on the outside back at the shoulders. This allows the skirts to be fastened up in the back Exposing my behind for inspection or Application of Implements of Discipline. (Dominic edits my diary to make sure I use the right terms). When ever I wear this dress I am not supposed to wear any underwear. As for a bra, I really don’t have that much need of one since my titties aren’t much more than A cup. When I look in the mirror, I notice that my nipples, which are a bit hard this morning, really poke the dress fabric. This is because the bodice of the dress fits so snugly. Actually, I think it looks sexy. I am a little bit bothered though, about not wearing panties. I have never done this before. But Dom says that this uneasiness is the point of it. He says it contributes to the Fear of the Lord.

We all got in the car, Dominic my Husband and the girls, Sophie, aged 8 and the twins Sarah and Samantha, aged 10. For once they are quiet as they sit in the back of the Crown Vic. It is a nice car. We usually get to drive a nice car because Dominic is the Service manager at the Ford Dealer. He brings them home to check them out. Usually the girls fuss and fidget and fight in the back. But last night they got the first big league spanking of their lives. This morning their bottoms are sore. The sore bottoms remind them to behave or else. Holiness Church is only about ten, fifteen minutes down the road from where we live. Martha, the Pastor’s wife is tall and beautiful and my best friend. Yesterday afternoon she helped me pick this dress out. She has really good taste. Both of us got Chastised yesterday. First Martha got it at her home and then we both got it at our home. When it was all over we were sent out to shop for some new dresses for me. After we dropped Martha off at home, Dominic had left his pickup truck at the Pastor’s house and yesterday evening we all drove home in the car, picking the girls up on the way.

We got to Church an hour early as we usually do. The girls and I helped Martha set up the chairs while Dominic talked with the Pastor. About half an hour before Services the only red head in our Church, Mary Stewart showed up. This was unusual because she is usually late coming to Services. I went up to her and said hello. She was wearing a real nice, well fitted red dress with long sleeves and A line skirts that came down to at least mid calf. And RED SHOES and RED STOCKINGS! But although she looked real good in the dress she also looked real nervous. I asked her �What’s the matter, just miss your period�. She replied, �Suz, you are always so flippant. You would laugh at the gates of Hell and ask Satan if he had the furnace fired up hot enough. But then you always look at the bright side of things. We’ll talk later but save me the place next to you during Service.� With that we went different ways helping to put out the hymnals. Although we don’t have an organ we sing up a storm with just a little cassette player to accompany us.

Martha, as usual looked beautiful. She was wearing a white, almost ankle length dress with a pattern of tiny blue flowers made out of a fabric that was light as air. It clung to her beautifully. A wide black patent-leather belt encircled her narrow waist. Just a bit of pastel blue stocking showed between the hem of the dress and her black high-heeled patent-leather shoes. And she certainly had the body to go with the dress and accessories. She was almost forty and childless. However she was still the envy of every woman at Holiness Church. Her dark brown hair was piled up on top of her head in a magnificent swirl tied with pastel blue ribbons. Only her husband Henry, my Husband Dominic and I knew about the horrible bruises she had all over her body from our Chastisement yesterday. She got it much worse than me. And believe me my bottom is pretty sore this morning. More sore than it was ever in my life. My pussy is also sore. This is because it took a few hard spanks with the belt yesterday. It lips were swollen when Dominic had sex with me at noon. And he is really big which means it really hurt when he went in. And he did it again late last night. I hope I am not oozing. In my no-panty condition I am afraid it will spot my slip and show on my dress.

As Church filled up I notice, for the first time how many women had that tell tale pair of buttons on the back of their dress or back. Almost half of the women and teenaged girls had them. I wondered if all of them were being Chastised like Martha and me. Funny, you never noticed those buttons until you had to sew them on for yourself. Martha’s beautiful new white dress had them. And when Mary sat down, in the seat I had saved for her to my left, just before Service started, I noticed that she had a pair of buttons on her back of her red dress too. She whispered in my ear �suz, when did you start wearing buttons�. I whispered back �yesterday�. Mary whispered back, �three months for me, but I’m not real good at it�. Ten year old Sarah, sitting just to my right went �Shhh!, be quiet Pastor is getting ready to start Service�. She and Samantha had Sophie the Brat sandwiched in between them with Dominic and I keeping order from the ends. Mary’s children were below five years old so they nestled in the crčche for the little kids in the Pastor’s house rather than having to come to Church. Despite having had two kids recently, Mary had kept her shape terrifically. Her breasts had filled out but weren’t saggy but her waist remained slim. And unlike me, each pregnancy hadn’t put five pounds on her hips. Some people had all the luck. I was not all that close to Mary when we were in high school cause she was so prissy and I was so wild. But lately I have come to like her more.

Sunday March 10th, 1996 During the Homily and After

After about 20 minutes of singing, Pastor Henry started piling into his sermon. Here comes a hour and a half of hellfire and smoking sulfur. The kids mercifully decided to semi-nod off rather than fidget and therefore I did not poke Sara. About ten minutes into the sermon Mary slipped me a folded letter from her purse. I opened it up and started to read. I just about dropped the piece of paper on the floor. At the top was: NOTICE OF STERN CHASTISEMENT AT HOLINESS STRICT OBSERVANCE EVANGELICAL CHURCH. Dear Mrs. Stewart it began and Martha had signed it as Church Disciplinarian. I read the front and back unobtrusively and slipped it back to her. I was flabbergasted. Mary was to strip, to be tied up and to be beaten with switches. I gulped as I recalled the time my mom had given me a buck-naked switch whipping. At least I was able to run around trying to escape her until she really got me in a hold. Some of those switch wounds bled. No wonder she was so nervous. We looked at each other and she blushed. As I looked toward Martha I viewed her in a very, very different light. Before yesterday she was only my friend. Yesterday she was someone who was getting punished just like me. Today, I realize that she might someday be the one giving me a whipping with a switch.

After Service was over Mary and I walked to the back of the Church to help in putting things away. I quietly said to her, �what the Hell is going on�. Mary simultaneously said �Peter gave me that notice yesterday. Looks like I got some licks coming pretty soon.� I set my girls and Mary’s kids to work helping Martha who always liked to have a mob of willing hands to boss around. Mary and I started putting the folding wooden chairs back into their storage closet at the back of the Church. �Mary� I asked �what is this about Stern Church Chastisement. I have heard Dominic and the Pastor talking about Chastisements but I haven’t gotten any sense about it�. Mary replied, �Don’t try and figure it out. They will explain it all to you eventually. Just tell me, have you ever been whipped with a switch?� Truthfully I said �yeah, my mom used to use a switch on me just before I ran off with Dominic�. Then I lied �Oh, it’s not so bad�. I didn’t want to tell her about the cuts that bled and took a couple of weeks to heal. And the angry random flailing of my mother was unlikely to match the cold precise strokes that I could see Martha applying. I was my turn to interrogate Mary �What’s this about Bondage?� She replied �I don’t know exactly. Apparently they tie you down when they beat you. I know Peter has been spending a lot of Saturdays down here at Church with your husband and John and the Pastor. You know Peter is a pretty darn good carpenter�. I knew what being tied down for punishment was like. I told her �being tied down makes it a lot worse�. Mary actually started shaking and sort of croaked out �I’m scared�.

Right then Pastor Henry came up to the two of us. �Well ladies�, he smilingly piped up, �it is nice to see the two of you working so well together. I’m glad you are both staying after service with us. Marsha’s 13 year old girl will be taking care of your kids over at my house. They are a bit young, you know.� �Young for what� I wondered to my self. My glance over at Mary was not reassuring. At this point almost everybody had left the Church except Mary, myself, Martha, Marsha and her 15 year old Daughter. I always keep forgetting her name because it’s her younger sister Anne that baby sits. OK, its Ashley. Also there was Carol, a chubby younger woman who I didn’t know well. At this point the men were outside and were beginning to close the slatted wooden shutters that covered and protected the windows during those times when we weren’t actually having services. The Church got quite a bit darker as the illumination decreased to only the six big incandescent bulbs that dangled in a row down the center of the Church. It was quite a change from the glaring brightness of a sunny Piney Woods morning in March. But ones eyes quickly adapted and I realized that there was really plenty of light in Church.

Carol, Marsha and Ashley, having finished their tasks came over and helped Mary and I finish up with the chairs. Martha told us to leave about half a dozen out. The lectern was also left out. Marsha Carpenter was thin, in her late thirties and a bit bitchy to most people. Her girls were about 3 to four years older than my girls and Anne frequently baby sat for me. We all got along well together. But then I seem to get along pretty well with everybody. �What are you here for suzy� Marsha enquired. She was severely dressed in a long-calf-length, black cotton skirt that buttoned down the center. The dark blue cotton hose she had on certainly didn’t improve her image. However she was wearing a really pretty white blouse with ruffles down the center and a big white bow adorning her collar. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing a bra or not because was blouse was so loose. Besides her titties are even smaller than mine and I bet they really sag when she is not supporting them with a bra. Ashley was dressed similarly to her mother although not quite as severely. Her blouse was certainly tighter. Over the last year it was becoming obvious that she didn’t inherit her mother’s skimpy breasts. I quietly said to Marsha �I got really walloped by my husband yesterday and today I have to show the bruises to Pastor Henry and Martha�. �Well� Marsha said �looks like you are getting off easy. I’m here for my fourth Sternie’. And I suppose that I will be getting a double dose. One set for my transgressions and another for the sins of my eldest Daughter the slut’�. She shook her blond head in the direction of the blooming fifteen-year-old Ashley to her right. �Well� Marsha continued �lucky for you. I will be lucky if my heinie is not bleeding by the time we drive home tonight. That’s why I always wear the darkest skirt I can for a sternie. If you’re bleeding a lot it doesn’t show.� Mary’s shaking got worse when she heard the word bleeding’.