"That is a terrible sin and a worse excuse! The Bake Sale was three months ago.You could have put twenty dollars or more in the collection plate at any of our meetings if you really wanted to pay it back."
"It just seemed too sneaky to repay it that way. Here is the twenty dollars."
"Of course I will take the money as you owe it but it does not repay the sin! What does this woman deserve?"
Mom said, "Oh God. She has never been here before! She doesn't know how bad it will be!"
The people that decided the penalty were just as mad as the preacher some hollered out up to a hundred lashes. The decision was made on sixty. I shuddered as my thirty even though Mr. Thomas had hit easier than he could have was about all I could have taken without fainting.
It took her forever to undress. She had the shapeless dress, a full slip, a half slip, and a cotton top to remove till she stood there in old fashioned big panties, black stockings to her knees and elastic bandage around her breasts. She took off the socks and the panties first to display a very hairy pussy then unwrapped the bandage around her tits. When the bandage was off we discovered she had large firm tits she must have been ashamed of to compress them with the bandage. She confirmed this by blushing and holding her arms in front of them until the preacher grabbed her arms and held them behind her back until she was ready to be bound.
They put a board with collars on the end of it to spread her legs then lifted her clear off the floor by her arms.
I really felt sorry for her when I saw my Dad go over to the side to take out a hickory switch about five feet long out of a barrel full of water. I had only been switched once and it had hurt awful. My dad looked real mad and I remembered how badly I was whipped when I had taken a nickel to buy candy.
When Dad was in position the preacher stopped him to say,
"She won't feel a thing through that big bush. Norma Jean. Get up here and bring your scissors."
Norma Jean trimmed her pussy hair as close to the skin as she could while Miss Parsons sobbed as she hung from the ceiling.
Finally the preacher was satisfied the hair was cut short enough by feeling her pussy which changed her sobbing to maoans. Dad moved into position. and she did an incredibly brave thing. She looked him right in the eye and said loudly, "Hit hard! I don't care if you kill me. I deserve it!"
He whipped her back and front alternately so she was swinging back and forth on the rope. The switch really dug in and there were several stripes on her breasts, pussy and thighs weeping blood. She fainted from the pain but they just threw a bucket of cold water on her to revive her. There was a collective gasp of awe from the audience when she moaned, "Yes, harder! Make me suffer like Jesus!" He proceeded until she had received all the lashes but he must have appreciated her bravery because none of the rest brought blood.
She hung on the wall crying hysterically while the preacher checked for other sinners. That demonstration must have scared them as they all sat tight including the women who had stood up when Mom and I arose.
Finally he gave up and closed the curtain. Dad, Uncle Bill, and George went directly to Miss parsons while the others gathered around Mom and me to untie us.
By the time we were untied Miss parsons was lying on her back on the floor screaming like a banshee as Uncle Bill kneeled on her arms and gripped her tits as Dad jammed his dick in her pussy. I heard him say.
"Jesus Bill. You aren't going to believe this. This bitch has to be thirty if she is a day and she is still virgin!"
Mom was right. This was definitely the best part. I was fucked every way possible. At one time I had a dick in my ass, my pussy and my mouth all at the same time.
Miss Parsons must have gotten into it later as she stopped screaming to begin low moans. At the end when none of the men could get another hard-on she didn't object when they came to her one by one to have her clean their dicks and balls with her tongue.
When the men left some women came in to gently massage our skins with salve. Miss Parsons was practically purring as she stretched out for the women as they treated her breasts and pussy.
Miss Parsons was evidentally too sore to go to school on thursday. When I saw her on friday she had remodeled one of her black dresses completely. She had cut off the sleeves, shortened it to mid-thigh, cut a deep v neckline that made it obvious she was not wearing a bra. From the outline of her legs and butt I don't think she was wearing a slip or panties either. She had let her long hair out of its customary bun and was wearing lipstick. The boys and men stared in awe at the transformation.
From then on she never missed a chance to confess although she was smart enough to only confess to tiny sins from then on. Mom had to strip every wednesday to prove she was not wearing panties or bra for the next month. She wasn't whipped though so I am sure she never minded. I knew she was proud of her body and she had told me that it made her feel good to have all the men staring at her and wanting her. Dad got a little jealous but there wasn't anything he could do about it. She always stripped slowly to reveal her body inches at at time to give the men maximum excitement and finished by standing facing them with her legs apart her tummy tucked in and he boobs pushed out proudly. That seemed to make more of the better looking women confess to some little sin so they could show they had good bodies too. Eventually I learned all the little sins to confess to that had a minimum of lashes with a maximum of fucking.
Things were going very well for me. Between my dad, my brothers, our neighbor, and Uncle Bill I was getting fucked and whipped all I wanted. Then disaster happened.
One Wednesday night during the preachers sermon we heard a commotion at the door. When we turned around we saw the man who owned the feed store dragging his wife through the door.
"Reverend! I caught my bitch wife in bed with a black man. He is dead but dying is too good for her. I want her to be taught never to screw around again!
I had seen some pretty rough treatment but this made me sick.
They hung her upside down so the blood would rush to her head so she could not faint easily then whipped her with barbed wire till she was bleeding everywhere. Then they made the letter "A" with a coat hanger wire, heated it on the stove till it was red hot and branded both her breasts and her pussy with the legs of the "A" straddling her slit and nipples. They must have liked the way her pussy hair caught fire from the branding because they burned the rest of it off by putting gasoline on it and setting it on fire. I was throwing up as a lot of the other women were, when he threw her nude body into the back of his pickup and drove off.
If he had killed her and buried her no-one would have blamed him. He didn't, and she got away and managed to get to the State Police. They must have peeked through the windows at our next meeting because they broke down the door just as the last woman of the night had confessed and was being tied and arrested everyone.
I was sent to a juvenile detention place. They told me my folks were going to prison and that they will find me some "Good" foster parents. I am just going along with them now. I know that when I get out of here I will be able to run away.
I am sure there is someone out there who will want to whip and fuck me. I just have to find them.