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Christian Discipline Committee

Part 1

Chapter One


“You will all stand at attention when the Supreme Sister enters the room,” the ceiling loudspeakers blared, just as the doors swung open and four women entered the room.  We all jumped to our feet and stood at a military type stance as the woman known as Supreme Sister entered, followed by three of her Committee colleagues and walked to the raised dais at the front of the room.

We were in a large room in the sub-basement of the Church of Salvation, a mega-congregation of over 20,000 members in the American Southwest, and I stood in a line with twenty or so other women, waiting for our first meeting with the Womens Christian Discipline Committee.  Some of the women gathered there had been on the waiting list for several weeks or even months.  I felt fortunate that my friend Linda had used her influence to get me to the front of the list and I had only waited two weeks to receive my invitation to attend a Committee Conference, as it was called.

You may be wondering what we were all doing there, and why we were so eager to meet with the Committee.  As members of this huge Church, we all wanted to be regarded as full Sisters in the Congregation, but many of us, such as myself, had a drawback to receiving full Sisterhood.  We had no husbands. And the heart and soul of this congregation rests on Christian Discipline at home, a home run by a husband who has full authority of discipline over his wife and children.  Many of the women standing along with me this morning are divorced with children, yet anxious to receive favor with the Church and its Womens Committee, since there are many advantages to being accepted as Full Sisters.  There is the Church of Salvation School, which is excellent, and full members dont have to pay tuition.  There is a job exchange, where a talented Sister can get a great job, instead of the minimum wage thing Ive been forced to take to support my kids since my useless ex-husband left us.  And there is the chance to be set up with very eligible men who might be a good match, certainly a better match than the last one I had.

So I felt lucky to be standing in line with the others on this Monday morning, waiting for my opportunity to apply to the Committee.

“Welcome applicant sisters,” the woman I took to be the Supreme Sister said to us. 

“Thank you Sister,” we reply in unison, having been instructed that this is the only response we are to give, or are even allowed to say, until we are called for our individual interviews.

“Not loud enough, or enthusiastic enough,” another woman calls out.  “Try it again, you supplicants.”

“THANK YOU SISTER!” we shout, hoping this will satisfy.

“No need to be quite so loud,” another of the four women noted, “but at least you are paying attention.”  She paused, looking at us.

“Thank you, Sister,” came responses from several of the women, and I hurried to join in the thanks.

The fourth woman stood up and spoke.  “I am Beatrice, otherwise known as Supreme Sister of this Congregation.  I am the true sister of our beloved Brother James, pastor of the Church of Salvation, and he has entrusted me with the operation and supervision of the Womens Christian Discipline Committee.  While here, you are to refer to me as Supreme Sister.  My other colleagues up here with me today are referred to as Reverend Sister, or Respected Sister.  Is that clear?

“Yes Supreme Sister, thank you, Sister” we all reply.

“Good.  Not bad as a response,” Supreme Sister says.  “Now shall we get to business?”

“Yes Supreme Sister, thank you, Sister” we all reply again.

“Sister Elaine will you please explain the protocol for today?” she asked as she took her seat in the tallest chair on the platform.  A heavy-set buxom woman at the end of the head table rose to address us.  Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her stubby hands held a leather paddle as she looked up and down the line of us, back and forth again, before she spoke.

“So, you wish to be recognized among our full Sisterhood, do you?” she asked, still slapping the paddle with her palm as she paced back and forth.

“YES, Sister, thank you,” we all replied.

“Well then, we will begin with the rules of joining into our Sisterhood.  Each of you must undergo a training period of three to six months.  The length of training will depend upon your obedience in the program, and in your willingness and availability for training sessions.  All training sessions are in addition to weekly discipline sessions, the first of which you will each receive today as part of our interview process.  Is that understood?”

“Yes Revered Sister, thank you, Sister” we all reply.

“Good.  We might be getting somewhere with the lot of you,” she replied, still pacing and slapping the paddle on her hand.  “First rule of discipline is absolute obedience to a command.”  She tuned to one of her colleagues seated at the table.  “Sister Martha, as training director, what is your first command?”

The tall woman stood up and simply replied, “Remove all of your clothing.”

We all looked at each other as if to say, I cant believe she said that! and then sister Elaine roared out, “she said to strip down, NOW!  I will give you fifteen seconds to be naked and in line, starting now!”

We all started pulling clothes off in frenzy, throwing blouses and skirts, peeling bra straps down, unsnapping them.   I looked around as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, seeing if others were removing their panties, too.  They were, and I yanked mine down and tossed them off my feet.  I found myself standing there naked, and instinctively covered my breasts with one arm and my crotch with my other hand. 

“Strip completely, you have five seconds, four, three, two one, STOP!” Elaine screamed.  Everyone froze.  Two or three women were sobbing.  Two of them stood there with panties partway down their thighs.  The rest of us stood naked, covering ourselves.  Elaine stepped down from the platform and walked toward the ragged line we now stood in.  “Attention, all of you!”  She barked.

We jumped to stand straight, reluctantly letting our hands to our sides.  Some women tried to stand straight and still cover themselves.  “The proper attention stance for discipline is with the hands clasped behind the neck while standing rigid,” Elaine said as she approached us and we all complied.  She went to the woman next to me who still had her panties almost to her knees.

“Not naked,” Elaine lectured.  “Should I give you a demerit for this?”

“Sister, please, I uh” the woman tried to say.

“Enough! Quiet!” Elaine snapped at her.  “I dont need any excuses.  For that, you will now get two demerits.”  She moved down the line to the other woman who clutched at her panties, not knowing what to do at that point.

“Attention! Hands on head!” she roared in the womans face.  “Two demerits for you, too.”  Then she whirled around to the rest of us.  “Line up in a straight line, toes on the white stripe on the floor.”  There will be one initial demerit for each of you, making it three for these two delinquents,” she added, pointing to the two cringing women, their panties still dangling around their knees.

“Come over here, you two,” she demanded pointing to a small raised area at the side of the room.  “Leave your underwear at your knees, half-mast we call it, but dont you dare let them fall.”  The two women waddled over, trying to keep the waistbands tight enough to hold them in place around their knees s they walked.  “Sister Barbara, would you please demonstrate the consequences of three demerits in such a short time?”

Sister Barbara was a short, slightly plump woman with small breasts and a large round ass.  She had small dark eyes that seemed to be too close together on her sour-looking face.  Her red hair was cut very short and looked plastered to her head.  She unclipped a riding crop from her belted skirt.  She stepped up onto the platform and motioned with her crop for the two women to step up, still trying to hold their panties in the proper position.

“Stand with your feet in the circles,” she said, pointing to the pairs of yellow circles on the platform.  “Bend over.  Pull your panties out and put your face in the crotch,” she continued, as the women struggled to bend that far and comply.

Both the unfortunate women jerked and pulled at their big white granny panties as each stuck her nose as close to the crotch as she could get.   Sister Barbara stepped to the side, raised her arm and delivered a vicious swinging stroke on first one right cheek, then the others left cheek.  The slapper on the end of the crop left a bright red triangle on each ass cheek as she altered her swing to the opposite cheek for each of the victims.    One woman yelped in pain, the other cried out.

“SILENCE!”  Sister Elaine roared.  “No one was given permission to speak!”  She stepped back from her position on the dais and straightened her starched blouse, pulling it over her broad bosom.  “You will endure your demerit discipline without plaguing us with your noise and wails, understood?”  She sat back down.  “Did I make myself understood?” she asked, even louder this time.

“Yes Reverend Sister, thank you, Sister” came a unison response from the two women, still bent over and trembling as their voices shook in their acknowledgement.

“Very well,” said Elaine form the dais.  “Sister Barbara, you may now continue with the discipline.”

“Thank you honored Sister,” Barbara replied, then turned to the two asses bent before her.  “The first two demerits mean you get six with the crop on each cheek, like this” she said as she brought the down again on each quivering ass.  “Of course, the strokes Ive just given are for demonstration only, and the count doesnt start until I say so,” she grinned to her fellow Committee Sisters as she paced behind the two women.  “And for the third demerit, you will each receive another six, up the middle, we call it.  But that will wait until you have received what you deserve from the first two.  Is that understood?”

“Yes Reverend Sister, thank you, Sister” the two replied, their voices still shaking.

Barbara stepped back and swung the crop, then immediately sidestepped and delivered another slashing stroke on the second ass without missing a beat.  She began a rhythmic, almost dance-like step between the two asses presented to her crop, slicing and slashing through the dozen swats for each.

We all stood at attention and watched.  When the woman to my right whimpered and looked away, one of the other Sisters walked up behind her, grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head back forcing her to watch the punishment.

“Everyone watches this punishment, understood?” she snarled, yanking on the womans hair again.

“Yes Reverend Sister, thank you, Sister!”  we all responded as Sister Barbara finished up the cropping.

Sister Beatrice stood up from her chair at the dais, scanning across the line of applicant women.  Her gaze bored in on me for a moment, then moved along the line.  “Now, each of you will come to the front, bend and ask Sister Elaine for your first demerit swats, thanking her earnestly and enthusiastically,

then return to your place in line.  Understood?”

“Yes Supreme Sister, thank you, Sister” came our reply.

Sister Elaine pointed to the woman at the extreme left of the line, a short brunette with heavy breasts and a large butt.  The woman rushed to the platform, bent over grabbing the backs of her thighs, and hesitantly asked “Please Honored Sister may I have my first demerit strokes?”

Elaine kicked the back of the womans legs so that the knees buckled and she fell to the floor, catching herself with her hands, with head down and ass up.

“Strokes are heavier punishments, given with the cane, the whip or the flogger,” she barked out and holding the woman down with a heel on her neck.  “Swats are less heavy, usually given with the crop or various paddles or straps.  Spanks are lighter yet, given over the knee with the hairbrush or with the open hand,” Elaine turned back to the line of applicants and smiled.  “And since this one asked for strokes instead of swats, perhaps she should get them, dont you think?”

“Yes Reverend Sister, thank you, Sister” we all replied, each of us trying not to quiver and shake with thoughts of the punishment to come. 

“Very well, Sister Elaine,” Beatrice said from the dais.  “Please continue with the Medium Cane.”   Elaine crossed to rack of implements on a side wall, selected a formidable cane with a leather wrapped handle and came back to the platform, swishing it in the air.  The whooshing sounds it made were not lost on any of us trembling in line.  I was just hoping she wouldnt decide to use it on all of us.

“You will thank me for each, and ask for another stroke, is that clear?”  Elaine asked firmly, her face down near the womans ear. 

“Yes Reverend Sister, thank you, Sister,” the woman could barely speak through her fear.

Elaine stepped back, gave a couple of practice swings, then came down hard, the cane visibly compressing the ample butt cheeks as it struck.  The woman yelped slightly, caught her breath, and almost yelled out, “Thank you, Reverend Sister, may I please have another stroke?”

“No need to yell in here,” Elaine said as she bent over to speak in the womans ear and tug at her hair as she rubbed the cane up and down the womans butt crack.  “Ready for the next?”

“Yes Reverend Sister, thank you, Sister” came the reply.

The next five strokes were quick; each one leaving a nasty red welt expertly placed an inch above the previous stroke.  Then the Sister pointed to the extreme right end of the line and motioned for that woman to come to the platform.  I was near the center of the line, so I waited as women alternately went up to bend and beg for swats, not wanting to ask for strokes. 

But the fifth woman to assume the position at the platform apparently wasnt earnest enough in her asking because Sister Elaine yanked her down to her knees and snapped, “When you beg for swats, you have to MEAN IT!”  She turned to us in the line.  “That goes for all of you.  We expect and DEMAND utter sincerity in an applicants begging for discipline and in the gratitude shown after receiving discipline.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Reverend Sister, thank you, Sister,” we all replied, each trying to be as sincere as we could.  

Sister Elaine toed the woman with her shoe.  “Now, beg for It for real this time and ask for extras.”

“Please Reverend Sister, may I have extras for not being sincere?” She was trembling so hard that she could barely speak but she stammered the words out.  And she burbled and panted after each swat but managed to show proper gratitude for six and asking for three more.

“Since you asked so nicely, I think Ill give you those three with this,” Elaine said, reaching for a split tawse with a heavy wooden handle and bringing it down extra hard right along her victims ass crack.

Th-  thank you, Reverend Sister, may I please have another?” she choked, trying to hold back tears.  After the next two swats and the proper thank yous, Elaine grabbed her by the hair and kicked her toward the line.  “Crawl back to your place and remain on all fours with head down and ass up.”  Elaine walked along the line, eyeing each of us as the woman hustled back to her position in the line.

“Just to help keep the rest of you focused,” she said, “when I call your turn, you will drop to all fours and crawl to the platform before begging for your six.  And lets start at the middle now,” she said tapping the shoulder of the woman to my right with her crop.

I knew this woman, named is Sheila.  Our daughters are in the same class at Sunday School.  She was desperate to get into the Sisterhood to try for a better job.  But she burst into tears as she crawled to the platform, crying so hard that you couldnt understand a thing she said.

“Now, now” Elaine chided,  “I dont care for those tears unless youve been given something to really cry about, so why dont you calm down and ask for ten strokes from my black cat?”  Elaine stepped to a side table and brought out a black cat o nine tails made from black nylon line with various knots along each tail.  “This will give you something to cry about, now let me hear the rest of you count for her, while she still thanks me and asks for another.”

The strokes fell, instantly reddening the womans trembling ass cheeks as the rest of us counted out each stroke and the victim choked and burbled her thank you for each along with a garbled request for another stroke.   Sheila crawled back to the line, still whimpering.

Sister Martha stepped to the center and pointed to me.  “I will take the next bunch, Sister.  You, hands and knees, get up here.” 

I dropped to all fours and crawled forward to the platform as fast as I could.  Sister Martha stared down at me while tapping one hand with a large black fly swatter.

“Up here, assume the position, while keeping your brainless head below the level of your ugly butt.”

“Thank you, Reverend Sister, may I please have six swats?” I asked in a quavering voice as I struggled to my feet while keeping my head down and my trembling ass up.

“I prefer to be called Respected Sister,” Martha replied, tapping along my thighs and over my hips before landing the first swat squarely on my right butt cheek.


       



       







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