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: Parody/Poetry Reading through the lives of the saints provides much scope for the spanko imagination, though I must admit that the seed of this story lies in an email conversation with Abel Jenkins several months back. :) So, here is my attempt to give the spanking community a patron saint (albeit, a fictional one...), as well as my last minute entry into the SSC of 2002, with apologies to Alban Butler.
The Patron Saint of Spanking
By
Born in a village in the south of France in 1381, Saint Michelle was the only child of a poor tanner and his wife, who had, up until her birth, been barren. As a child she loved to attend daily Mass and began compulsively reciting the Our Father and Hail Mary at an early age.
However, she also had a penchant for mischief, often teasing others mercilessly as well as playing pranks. One day as she was teasing a boy about his appearance, the Holy Mother appeared to her holding a birch rod and sternly reproached her for being such a wicked child. At the end of the vision, the birch rod lay at Michelle's feet. She grabbed it, and ran home where she found her father seated on a chair. After handing him the birch rod, she pulled up her skirts, lowered her undergarment, and flung herself across his lap, exclaiming, "Father, you must whip me for being a wicked child." Her father complied and laid the birch rod upon her vigorously until her bottom was raw. Every night after that, at the conclusion of her evening prayers, she would present the birch rod to her parents and ask to receive a sound thrashing as perpetual penance to maintain her piety.
When her mother died from a fever at age 13, Michelle was sent to the nearby convent of Our Lady of Perpetual Help. She continued her habit of nightly birchings at the hand of the abbess, as well as received additional punishments and penances from her confessor. As time passed, her piety and holiness became well known. In her autobiography, "La Fessee Pour L'ame," she credited her punishments for purifying her soul and focusing all of her mind and heart on Christ.
The same fever that stole her mother took Michelle five years later. After her death, there were several visions of her. One man with a wife who was often lewd and profane prayed for advice about what to do. Saint Michelle appeared to him in the same way the Holy Mother had appeared to her - holding a birch rod - and instructed him to thrash the girl, who became an example of womanly virtue afterward. Another husband had long desired for his wife to spank him, but she refused. Saint Michelle appeared to the wife, again with her birch rod, and filled her with the desire to love her husband with a sound thrashing. She has also appeared to numerous school children who have sought her assistance in enduring their just punishments.
The Church recognizes the devotion, piety and holiness of this great saint, who has helped many seek lives of greater charity and sanctity even through the embrace of physical chastisement. She is the patron saint of spanking, and her feast day is celebrated on August 18.
The End
© Copyright by Natty Summer, 2002
Reviews
John <johnb(at)ssec(dot)wisc(dot)edu>
Religion as it might have been.
There was a period during medieval times when monks and nuns frequently engaged in self-flagillation, which they called 'the mortification of the flesh'. The church forbade the practice when, to their horror, they finally realized it might be giving sexual pleasure to its adherants. And my indifferent scholarship is insufficient to say if the practice ever figured into the lives of any saints.
Well done.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This story doesn't quite feel like a parody to me, but it does read like a standard entry in one of those lives of the saints book I used to like so much as a kid (with spanking in place of gruesome martyrdom :)... The premise is imaginative, and the imagery is really strong. Well done.
Anne <Ladyanne60(at)aol(dot)com>
This story reads all too well like a genuine Saint. For a moment I was captivated by St. Michelle, she seems very real. Indeed some of the Saints have done stranger things. This is fiction at its spanking best!
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
An inspiring biography for us all. I enjoyed this cute story.