Twin Trouble Part 2
by Verity
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Copyright 2004 by Verity, all rights reserved.
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Twin Trouble Part 2
In the long wooden meeting-house, the first hymn of Sunday
morning came to an end, and Pastor Jabez Stoolmaker surveyed
the congregation as they sat down. As always, the building
was completely filled with men, women and children dressed
in the sober garb of their community but there was
something of an air of anticipation too, as of something new
or unusual about to happen.
And the devout congregation was not disappointed.
"Brothers and sisters," said the Pastor, "You will all know,
I believe, how we are making a particular effort this year
especially as the world is today in such a sinful state to
return to the very roots and principles of our community.
And at the heart of this, my dear friends, is the duty of
bringing up our children in the way that they should go
(Zebedee 3:15)."
"Amen," murmured the dun-clad congregation.
"I am sorry to say, my dear brothers and sisters, that not
all of our children are inclined to follow our strict rules
of behavior, and to follow the Right Path."
"How true, how true " The congregation shook their heads and
sighed.
"And on those children who depart from the Way, we have
decided that on them shame and punishment should fall
according to the customs established at the very beginnings
of our community as set out in the Rules of 1684."
The Pastor paused. "Very well, I have spoken enough for now.
Sister Goodbody, please bring out Paul and Charity
Flaxmiller."
The vestry door beside the pulpit opened, and the Sunday
School Superintendent, Martha Goodbody, came out, together
with the 13-year-old Flaxmiller twins, holding one by each
hand.
Though some rumours had already gone around, nonetheless the
congregation gasped collectively to see that the two
youngsters were completely nude. They were an attractive
pair, blonde-haired, the boy slim and athletic, but still
with the rounded hips of childhood the girl a little
taller, also gracefully built, although by contrast her own
hips and thighs already showed the slight swell of puberty,
and a tiny wisp of pubic hair was visible to those nearest
the front. Her brother's naked body was almost completely
smooth, though those in the front row would again have been
able to see some tiny blond hairs. The two children - not
surprisingly - were red-faced and sobbing with
mortification, eyes fixed on the floor and tears running
down both their cheeks.
Martha Goodbody firmly walked the pair to the front of the
audience, their bare feet padding on the simple sisal
matting. Her eyes were fixed grimly on the two 13-year-olds;
she was clearly savouring their almost unbearable
embarrassment.
"Sister Goodbody.." said the Pastor, with a wave indicating
that the Superintendent was to take over.
Martha motioned the children to stand on a small raised area
in front of the congregation, which they did obediently, not
looking up both with hands by their sides, as they had
been severely warned that they must not attempt to cover any
part of themselves. The atmosphere in the church was
electric, the pale skin of the two 13-year-olds' totally
naked bodies presenting a striking contrast to the garb of
their dun-colored elders.
And the reaction of the audience was not always what the
Pastor might have wished. Elder Increase Chairmaker, his
eyes focused on a single area of Charity's nude young body,
felt a distinct pricking inside the front of his trousers;
alongside him his 13-year-old daughter Exaltation, her gaze
fixed on a similar area of the equally bare young boy, felt
a definite moistness in the front of her panties.
Sister Martha was speaking, though it was uncertain whether
anyone was listening. It was a long harangue about the wages
of sin, and the shame and punishment that must follow. At
the word "punishment" her eyes flicked down to the two
children's round bottoms, just in front of her, and a faint
smile flickered on her lips, especially to see the
youngsters' rear cheeks clench in anticipation. " and now,"
she finished, "these two wicked children will remain
standing in from of you COMPLETELY BARE " she appeared to
enjoy saying the phrase, as her eyes flickered over the nude
pair "..to confess what they have done wrong, and ask for
your punishment and forgiveness."
"Amen," responded the congregation.
After which, their voices choked with sobs, each of the
youngsters haltingly detailed a catalogue of misdeeds,
accompanied by the sighing and groaning of the devout
congregation money taken from their mother's purse,
playing ball on the Sabbath, taking the Lord's name in vain,
fighting, lying
At last the pair had finished or almost finished.
"And ?" prompted Martha angrily.
The pair hesitated, then Charity, looking towards the
Pastor, gulped and said, "And and we called Sister
Goodbody an old witch."
There was a titter from the Sunday-School children, very
quickly suppressed, while the adults gasped with horror.
Pastor Stoolmaker shook his head in disbelief and sorrow.
"Such disrespect surely goes beyond all bounds "
There followed another tirade from Martha, finishing, "..and
so they must both be severely, publicly, and shamefully
punished on the traditional and proper place designed by God
for the purpose. Hallelujah!"
"Hallelujah!"
The Pastor intervened again: "I say one more word. After
these two children have been thoroughly punished on the um
proper place, you will then see them dance and cry with
pain before you all. This is usual after a child's bare
bottom has been beaten hard. The French refer to a "danse de
fesse", but we would not of course use such an ungodly
language yet it is truly a dance of pain and penitence
before the Lord (Cappadocians 5:17). And, I say to you
parents, if you have punished your child, you have not truly
done the Lord's will unless that child, when you have
finished, is performing such a dance as you will shortly
see. Listen and watch, brothers and sisters, and learn!
Amen!"
"Amen!"
Listening to the Pastor, one or two of the children in the
congregation looked at Paul and Charity with some sympathy.
Many had done a similar dance at home but not so publicly!
Helped by Goodwife Flaxmiller, the twin's mother, Martha
brought forward two stout wooden chairs. Martha sat on one,
and motioned Charity to come over to her. To increase Paul's
shame, however, his spanker was to be Virtue Stoolmaker, the
Pastor's 13-year-old daughter. Yes, young Virtue had agreed
to the Christian duty of reddening that naughty boy's bottom
with her own fair hand!
"A true Handmaiden of the Lord," said the Pastor in a quiet
aside. "Dear Virtue did not hesitate for even an instant
when asked to carry out such a sorry task."
Martha Goodbody said in an aside to Virtue that the children
were to be turned over with their bottoms facing the
congregation, so that all should have an excellent view of
the reddening process! Then Martha draped Charity across her
lap, the youngster's two round buttocks projecting
shamefully in the air. Virtue Stoolmaker, primly adjusting
her white pinafore, similarly pulled nude Paul down over her
knees, where he looked even more ridiculous than his twin,
turned over the lap of a girl no bigger than himself, his
pert young bottom jutting up almost comically for its
punishment. Acutely embarrassed, he squeezed his thighs and
bottom-cheeks tight together but Goodwife Flaxmiller knew
very well that Paul would forget all about such shyness once
that tender bare rear began to burn!
The congregation noted with approval, too, that the twins'
bottom-cheeks were already distinctly rosy the legacy of
an earlier spanking apiece in Sunday-School. "Amen!" they
chorused again
"Just a word," said Martha Goodbody to Virtue. She raised
her voice slightly. "And this is for other families with
young boys who need punishment. Virtue, my dear when a
young boy is being punished on his bottom, he will wriggle a
great deal and will rarely keep still, especially if he is
completely naked but you should know that God has provided
a boy with a um handle for the purpose of holding him to
receive his punishment." She said sharply to Paul, "Lift
yourself up a little, please." Paul, even more mortified,
arched his nude body slightly up on Virtue's lap.
"Now," said Martha, "You just reach right under with your
left hand, Virtue, and take a real good hold."
Virtue, her face set with the determination to do her duty,
obeyed.
"AAAH!" yelled Paul.
"Excellent!" approved Martha.
The Pastor announced a hymn, while two spankers rolled up
their right sleeves. The hymn began
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAA!" screamed the two nude thirteen-year-olds in unison
and at the tops of their voices.
Both spankers, faces set, put heart and soul into their
task, for each smack raising their hand up to arms' length
and bringing it down each time with the force and noise of a
pistol-shot, working as fast as they both could, so as the
naughty twins' bottom-skin would reach burning-point just as
soon as possible!
Martha, every line in her face expressing determination,
worked all over Charity's bare rear cheeks, making them
quiver furiously as they gradually turned scarlet, while the
nude youngster bounced, twisted and plunged on Martha's bony
lap, her long legs pummelling the air faster and faster as
her bottom-cheeks burned more and more intolerably.
Meanwhile, the athletics of Charity's naked 13-year-old
brother were if anything even more astonishing. Screaming
lustily while his bottom was turned as bright a shade of
scarlet as his twin's, young Paul thrashed and twisted like
an electric eel on Virtue Stoolmaker's lap, his long boyish
legs working and spinning in the air as if he was furiously
pedalling an invisible bicycle.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!! SMACK!!SMACK!! SMACK!!
Meanwhile: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"!"
As the first verse of the hymn ended the Pastor held up a
hand for the choir to stop.
"Beautiful though the singing is," he declared, "Even more
beautiful and true music to the ears is the sound of the
punishing hand on the bare and most tender place of
children who have sinned, and their heartfelt songs of
repentance "
At last the spanking was over. The two youngsters were told
they might get up and dance for which they needed no
bidding, although they were not allowed to rub, but had both
to place their hands on their heads. At which the
congregation was both edified and enthralled by the
electrifying spectacle of the two nude 13-year-olds leaping,
shrieking and bouncing on the wooden floor, madly twisting
and shaking their hips and bottoms in a frantic attempt to
throw off the intolerable burning in their rear cheeks. Some
of the youngsters in the Sunday School, indeed, had to make
heroic efforts to suppress their giggles at the sight of
Charity's scarlet adolescent bottom-cheeks quivering like
big twin jellies as she twisted and jumped and, just as
much, at the sight of everything in front of young Paul
bouncing and joggling uncontrolledly and almost hilariously
as he too jumped and leapt nude like a young hula-dancer,
the while bawling with pain, tears pouring down his scarlet
face. Both naked youngsters had forgotten all embarrassment,
and bounded, writhed and and twisted completely shamelessly,
thinking only of their scorching bottoms. And Paul greatly
added to the delight of the congregation by shrieking, "Oh,
my botty, my botty, my BOTTY!!"
"Hallelujah!" they chorused.
Then there was a slight gasp from the front of congregation,
and Martha, with a face like thunder, pointed to Paul and
cried, "Well, I just don't believe my eyes."
She hardly needed to point; it was shortly clear to all that
Paul's young rod had quickly stood upright and was now, to
the boy's mortification, tight against his stomach.
"Come here, boy," snapped Martha.
"I c-c-can't h-help it," stammered the youngster tearfully.
"No, you can't," declaimed Martha, "And I'm just going to
tell you why. That's cos the Devil's still in you both of
you. Come here, you girl." She called Charity over, thrust a
bony hand downwards, and exclaimed, "Yes, wet's they come.
So you're no better, Miss Charity." To the two sobbing and
horribly ashamed children she said, "And now what you're
going to do is get that devil out of you both, right here
and now and in front of everyone. Both of you! Yep, the
whole congregation's goin to hear all the cryin' out and
shriekin' as that bad comes right out. Now you get to it,
both of you!"
For a moment the pair looked slightly nonplussed, then
Goodwife Flaxmiller came across and spoke to them in a low
voice.
"NO!" they both yelled in horror.
"You just both get on and do as you're told," shouted Martha
angrily. "Or me and Goodwife Flaxmiller, we going to get
canes from the garden and whip you both ALL OVER!"
"Amen!" from the congregation.
The twins had no option but, with the deepest of
mortification, to begin reluctantly, Paul taking a firm grip
and starting to work rhythmically, his eyes fixed on the
floor, Charity starting with two fingers, her elbow soon
beginning to move diligently. In spite of the twin's deep
shame, however, the many eyes on them, and the increasing
excitement of the congregation, appeared to act as a potent
stimulus, and they were both AH-AH-AAAH-ing loudly in duet.
"Yes!" chorused the congregation, some on their feet.
Paul was beginning to rise on his toes, Charity to skip and
shimmy, her bare feet hammering on the wooden floor.
"I'm coming, I'M COMING, I'M COMING " Paul began to yell,
dancing like a jitterbug, all inhibitions lost,.
"YES, YES, YES!!!" Charity was quickly joining in equally
shamelessly, mouth wide open, vigorously dancing a
spectacular nude fandango for the second time that morning.
"Amen, amen!" cried the congregation, many waving their arms
in the air.
Then, from Charity, shriek after shriek of ecstasy, while a
moment later her brother, too, burst into screams of
unrestrained rapture. Truly, in spite of the youngsters'
deep shame, the totally public exposure was nevertheless a
powerful excitant for them both. Charity had tumbled on her
back to the floor, still shrieking like a banshee, her arm
still working; Paul remained dancing, yelling in chorus with
his twin, his hand equally busy - then his noise reached a
sudden crescendo, and small white droplets spouted
explosively from between his fingers.
The congregation burst into applause, cries of joy and
"Hallelujah!" and the Pastor broke into a prayer of
thanksgiving as the two children gradually quietened down.
And finally the two deeply shamefaced 13-year-olds were
taken back to their seats in the congregation, their
punishment over. Well nearly. The youngsters' cries of
pain as their burning bottoms came into contact with the
hard wood of their bench brought a smile or two from those
around them.
Before announcing the final hymn, Pastor Stoolmaker
announced that the confessions of children who had
misbehaved, and their punishments, would now be a regular
part of the Sunday service.
"Amen!" came from all around.
"I have already heard from a number of parents that they
plan to bring their children before the Elders this week,
and I have no doubt that quite a number of Section 7
punishments will be imposed, according to our book of
ancient customs."
The congregation nodded enthusiastically, knowing this was
the rule which decreed that children under 16 who had
misbehaved had to remain totally nude for at least a week
everywhere and all the time then have hard spankings
before the congregation, just like the twins had today.
The final hymn was announced and, during the singing,
Goodwife Benefit Haychandler looked across at her cheeky,
blond 12-year-old son, at present giggling with a friend.
How dared he behave like that in church? She wasn't even
going to wait for the Board of Elders! Nope, just as soon as
she got that naughty boy outside the meeting-house she was
going to take his pants down and give him a really good
behavior lesson on his bare bottom the best way such a
lesson is given. That boy wouldn't be doing much sitting
down in the coming week, Goodwife Haychandler decided!
And the eye of Elder Ezekiel Waffelmaker fell meanwhile on
his pert, pigtailed niece Sanctity, also aged 12. He had
brought her up himself, and had tried to do so according to
the Good Book, but Sanctity had of late given him great
grief because of repeated disobedience and answering back.
Well, now he had the solution! In fact, like Goodwife
Haychandler, he was reluctant to wait for the Board. He
would have a word with Pastor Jabez afterwards and ask if
Sanctity's nude time could begin right away. If so, her
clothes could be bundled up in a carrier bag, and then she
could be smacked bare all the way home, showing everyone
that Ezekiael meant business. And wouldn't he make that
naughty botty jiggle! Another kid wouldn't be sitting down
much in the near future.
The thoughts of Pastor Stoolmaker were also elsewhere during
the hymn. He glanced thoughtfully in the direction of his
pretty 13-year-old daughter Merit, still aglow with self-
satisfaction after the spanking she had given to young Paul.
But Merit too had been getting really sassy at home of late,
and the Pastor wondered how she would look, dancing and
howling nude with the other naughty children next Sunday.
Well, he would find out! And just wouldn't the sight of that
round bare bottom, scarlet and quivering, be good to see
after all the uppity behavior of the recent past.
Further, he decided though it would be a humble duty for
him as Pastor - that he would deliver the spanking himself.
"Amen," he murmured fervently.