This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: First/Last
Parable Of The Lost Sheep
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
Officially, it's the Third Baptist Evangelical Community. Locals have long called it 'The Cult'. The Reverend Josiah Firebrand is not, despite his name, a pitch-and-brimstone preacher, but rather, a smooth seducer of congregations, using the techniques of his previous Madison Avenue career to maintain power, and to manipulate his flock. He 'saw the light' when he realized that churches are tax-exempt, and noticed the amounts of money that poured from the pockets of the simple, innocent and credulous into their coffers.
Firebrand's hybrid Christianity pushes the usual buttons: it's creationist, it's literal-minded, it thrives on inter- congregational dissent, it abhors Catholicism, it sees modern society as a conspiracy of Communists and New World Order zealots, it believes in personal revelation.
To Firebrand, it is a source of revenue. And, in the way of demagogues, he enjoys power over his faithful congregation.
Jane's a lost sheep, or will be. At nineteen, she is fully indoctrinated with Firebrand's version of the gospel, but has started to think for herself. What she thinks doesn't fit. Her despairing parents approach Firebrand after Sunday fellowship, marked by Jane's absence.
"I think she gets ideas from her friends. The television watchers," her mother complains.
"And that Internet," her father grumbles.
"The work of Satan," Firebrand predictably replies. You must ensure she attends next week."
"She says 'no," her mother glumly reports. "Now, what do I do?"
"I'll pay a little visit," Firebrand tells her. "I have just the idea to straighten her out."
"I'd give her a good spanking," her mother laments, "but she's too old for that."
Firebrand doesn't comment.
"No, Dr. Firebrand, I haven't felt motivated," she tells him. "But, do come in. Mother's away, but I'll make you tea."
They discuss her doubts, but Firebrand can't overcome them. She's full of good intentions, but she doesn't accept Jesus any more, she informs him.
"Well, let me try another way of persuading you, Jane," he says heavily.
Jane is enraged. She's grabbed around the waist and upended over his lap on the couch. And her skirt is lifted, and panties pulled down. She screeches, but he ignores her pleas, curses and struggles. He's much bigger than her, and has had plenty of practice.
He spanks her bare bottom until it's glowing scarlet and she stops wriggling.
"There!" he informs her. "And now, behave yourself Jane.
Or it'll be the Devil's Poker next time." He points at his bulging crotch. "Understand? I am God's personal representative here."
Later that night, Firebrand is enjoying a glass of whisky and a porno movie, his pants unzipped. The door bursts open, and three sheriff's deputies barge in, followed by Jane.
"That's him. Assault and threats of rape."
"Dr Firebrand? Your answer?"
"Nonsense!" But they can see what he's been doing.
"We have ways of dealing with perverts," one deputy says.
"Handcuffs, John. Put him over that chair. Jane? Would you care to start?"
"I'm a Minister of God!"
"He's not the Messiah. He's a very naughty boy," Jane scowls.
The End
© Copyright by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission.
Reviews
Margaret <wessyLA(at)aol(dot)com>
I enjoyed this story, especially the use of the first/last words challenge. I especially liked how the minister got his come uppance. Many a Catholic school survivor would like to see the tables turned this way. Thank you for sending this along.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This story includes an interesting power dynamic, and does a good job illustrating the villain's villainy. The ending is somewhat unexpected, and makes effective use of the last line.
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
I'd forgotten this was an option in the last lines until I reached the end of your wonderfully crafted and written story. Another wonderful SSC contribution from MaraMahaRakshasa. Such potent story writing in so few words!