Spanked in Church Ch. 13

The names, characters, places and events in this story are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Fair warning: this is a darker chapter showing Leandro's growing dominance over Laura and deals with female bodily functions so if this is not for you then that's fine.

Spanked in Church Ch. 13

A couple of days after spanking his partner, Leandro got up with the birds and stepped outside looking to put in a full shift at his cover story; a manager at the local Economou Discount store. He was about to cross the cement driveway to his car when he noticed that the weather had changed dramatically overnight. Gone were the clear blue skies and fluffy white cumulus clouds that made this part of southern Ohio so pleasant; to be replaced by lowering thick gray nimbostratus down from Canada stretching from horizon to horizon. It was not raining yet but he knew it would be by mid morning. Leandro sighed. He was gonna be out in the yard for much of the morning as the store was expecting several big deliveries and he couldn't trust his assorted crew of stoners, airheads and hillbillies not to steal as much as they could get away with. He'd need his rain slicker if he wasn't to get soaked.

With a sigh, he stepped back into his house and quietly made his way back upstairs. On his way to his bedroom he passed the bathroom and noticed the door was ajar. From the other side of the door he heard a deep groan. What was wrong? Had his partner suddenly been taken ill? Or, worse, had Deacon Stearns realized that they weren't who they said they were but were in reality undercover agents for the ATF looking to close him down? Had Laura been tied up and was maybe being tortured for information at this very moment? He'd watched too many thrillers on TV not to discount that terrible possibility.

He kicked open the door, slamming it into a storage closet. It rebounded back on him but even in that moment he saw that neither one of those dreadful possibilities had come to pass. Instead, he saw Laura sitting on the toilet, hunched over, her face grimacing with pain. Her white bathrobe was up around her hips and he saw her lovely thighs and the swell of her hips as she sat there.

Laura looked up in alarm as the door crashed against the closet. She gave a little scream.

"Get out! I'm trying to take a shit here," she snapped.

"Sorry, I heard a cry and thought something was wrong," Leandro said. "Are you alright?"

Laura pulled a face as another spasm clenched her guts.

"Yeah, fine. I just get really constipated at this time of the month but it sorts itself out when my period comes. Okay?"

"When's that?"

"Another couple of days. Not that it's any of your business. Now get out," Laura said with a scowl. She felt so embarrassed being caught in this position and discussing her most private functions with her colleague. It was nothing to do with him but now he knew all about her menstrual cycle and bowel movements.

Leandro nodded. "I'll leave you to it," he said with a little smile as he closed the door. As he did so, he heard a fart rumble from his pretty colleague's asshole but there didn't seem to be any follow through. He crossed over to his bedroom, plucked his yellow rain slicker from its hook on the back of the door and hurried downstairs.

"Hope you get it sorted, I'll see you later," he called out as he left.

The rain clouds were even lower as he drove over to Economou Discount and the first heavy drops pattered against his windshield as he pulled into the Manager's allocated parking slot. One of the few advantages of being manager was that his slot was right next to the staff rear entrance. Once in his office he looked over the schedule of deliveries and saw he would have a full day ahead. Not long after the first truck pulled in and the driver gave a long blast on his air horn. Rooting out those of his despondent slackers who had forgotten to call in sick that day he led them out into the yard to help with unloading and putting the boxes in their places in the stock room. The only one who was enthusiastic and willing was young Prezlea-Lynn who did the work of any three or four of the others. He was still amazed at the change in her attitude. What a difference a few spankings had made to that girl, he thought. He watched as she placed several boxes onto the dolly and wheeled them into the store. He was impressed but didn't want her to slip back into her lazy old ways. When he had time, he'd probably have to give her a little reminder spanking in the near future.

The day was so busy that he never thought once about his true, undercover, mission to investigate Deacon Stearns's likely gun running activities. However, he did give some thought to Laura Schulten's problem. As part of establishing their undercover personas with Deacon Stearns and his rather odd church he had recently spanked her and he felt that it would help to deepen their legend if he carried on establishing his dominance over her.

Towards the end of the day, he did a quick stock take and was pleased to see that not much had gone walkabout. A card of gaudy Chinese watches that he was sure would soon be on sale in the local bars and honky-tonks. Some cookware and cheap hoodies.

"Could have been worse," he muttered to himself. He picked up some items that he thought he might need later, paid for them and let himself out. With the heavy clouds, it was almost dark by the time he got home.

Meanwhile Laura was not having such a good day. She stayed on the toilet but was unable to pass more than wind. That wasn't unusual at this stage of her monthly cycle. But she felt so humiliated that Leandro had caught her trying to poop. It was so embarrassing for any woman to be caught in so vulnerable a position. Coming after her recent spanking in front of their visitors, Sam Wolford and his fiancée Cora Miller, and even worse recalling how humiliating it had been to be spanked again in front of the whole of Deacon Stearns's churchgoers, she felt in a completely impossible position. She was tempted to bail out of this mission and worry about the negative consequences to her career later. However, John Leandro had made some good points about how gun running was destroying communities all across the States and Mexico and that a little pain and humiliation was a small price to pay for taking down a criminal like Stearns. Except that it was her pain and humiliation that was on the line.

She stood and wiped her ass and got dressed. She had heard a rumor from one of the church members that they were expecting a delivery of farm tools at Eckmansville, a wide place in the road. She suspected it wasn't farm tools that were coming. Packing snacks and a flask of strong coffee, she drove out to an abandoned barn that overlooked the crossroads and where she could watch without being seen. If anyone did spot her and her camera she could say that she was merely taking snaps as background for her latest canvas. But with the steady rain she doubted anybody would be looking out for her. She backed into the barn and watching out for snakes or any other critters she thought might be lurking within she took watch.

A few hours passed and Eckmansville looked deserted in the rain. The little township was merely a collection of whitewashed houses strung along the road surrounded by muddy fields. Nothing to hold anybody's interest after a few minutes observation. Nobody and nothing moved and the only sound was the rain beating against the rotten wooden walls and roof of the old barn. She sipped her coffee and savored the steam rising from the hot beverage. Yet, from time to time, her face twisted with discomfort and she so desperately wanted to poop but was only able to emit gas. It felt like her bowels were twisting and contorting inside her but she couldn't find relief.

Then, taking her mind off her suffering, she saw an unmarked and unremarkable white panel van pull up. She focused on its license plates and realized that it was the church's van. She rapidly snapped off some shots with the camera's telephoto lens but couldn't get a clear shot of the driver although a plume of cigarette smoke coiled out of the driver's lowered window. Maybe half an hour later, a red Toyota approached. It flashed its headlights at the van, the rain slick road reflecting the lights. It pulled up behind the van.

Laura was now on high alert, her abdominal discomfort temporarily forgotten as she raised her video camera and started filming what was happening. She wished she was closer so she could hear their conversation but had to be grateful that she was getting a good view.

The van driver opened his door and swung down. Without any surprise, Laura saw it was Deacon Stearns's right hand man, Sexton Ehud Roemer. Roemer was tall and gaunt like a hungry heron and unbowed by age although he was over sixty by now. His scarred, shaved skull had deep set ice-blue eyes between a narrow hawk-like nose. His lips were thin and pale and he looked like the dangerous man he was. Laura shivered. If anything, Roemer creeped her out more than Stearns did. He wore an old combat jacket over tan pants.

Roemer crossed over to the red Toyota and spoke to the man inside who appeared to be Hispanic but she couldn't get a clear view of him. However, she zoomed in as much as possible. The two men talked for a minute before Roemer crossed to the Toyota's trunk and took out several crates which he loaded into the back of the van. After taking the last box, he took a padded bag out of the inside of his coat and handed it to the other man who tossed it unopened onto the passenger seat. They nodded to each other, the Toyota pulled out and headed north while Roemer got back into the van and drove off towards West Union. And that was that. Maybe it was farm tools but Laura would have betted next year's salary that it wasn't. She gave Roemer a minute to get away and then followed him at a safe distance to Stearn's Church of the Loving Holy Rebuke where she filmed Roemer taking the boxes inside.

She shrugged. Her footage would make supplementary evidence she guessed if it ever came to court but she had to admit to herself that Leandro was right. The only way to get cast iron evidence would be to get really close to Stearns and gain his trust. And it looked like the only way to do that would be to keep allowing Leandro to publicly spank her in church. That was not something she was looking forward to.

Laura drove back to their home on Boyd Avenue, West Union, and let herself in. She was about to review her video footage when she realized that Leandro was waiting for her in their lounge. She startled and her hand flew to her throat. She was about to describe what she had discovered but Leandro spoke first.

"Have you managed to take your shit yet?" he asked. His voice was stern and as he crossed his arms over his chest, her partner reminded her of her father when he was about to dole out punishment.

The words dried up in her throat. "Er..., not yet. But I've got to tell you..."

"That can wait. Remember what Vasilakis told us at the start? We need to be operating at peak performance on this mission. Can you honestly say that you are?"

"I know but... I feel able to cope. I mean I hated being spanked in public and don't want to go through that again but if that's what it takes; well I'll go through with it for the sake of our mission."

"I'm not talking about that," snapped Leandro. "Suppose we're in hot pursuit and we have to stop because you need to take a shit? We'd lose our suspect and we'd have wasted all this time we've taken to get ourselves established here."

"Well, I guess that's not very likely," Laura said hesitantly. "I'm not a toddler -- I can hold it back."

"But it could happen and I don't want to take that risk. So I'm going to have to clean you out; get your system working efficiently again."

Laura opened her mouth to protest but found her arm gripped by Leandro. He led her upstairs to the bedroom. As her feet climbed the steps like she was climbing a gallows she felt rather overwhelmed by what was happening. Had Leandro taken to heart Stearns's odd doctrine of how a man should treat a woman? Why was he treating her like she was unable to lead her own life and so needed to be controlled by a man? Was it part of their cover, was he acting out his role; or had he been converted to the sect's odd beliefs? Upstairs he pushed open the door and pointed to the bed. A plastic sheet had been laid across the comforter.

"Take your clothes off and raise your ass in the air," Leandro commanded. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at Laura with disapproval.

Laura found her fingers undoing her blouse and dropping it onto the chair to join some other clothes had had taken refuge there. Her fingers fumbled with the snap on her pants but a moment later, they were sliding down her legs. She kicked off her sensible shoes before stepping out of them. Now she stood in only her plain white bra and black panties. She hoped that would be sufficient but Leandro shook his head.

"Everything," he snapped.

Her hands reached behind her and she unclipped her bra strap letting it fall away from her breasts. She covered her tits with one arm but realized that she would have to take down her panties as well. Reluctantly, blushing furiously, she lowered her hands, slipped her fingers into the waistband and with a whisper of cotton slid the panties down her long legs. Now she stood completely naked before her partner.

"Good girl. Now, go over to the bed, kneel down and raise your ass in the air with your knees apart." Leandro's tone was firm and commanding. Laura did as she was told and was so aware that her privates were fully exposed to his gaze. Even as she knelt there, her head on the pillow, arms around her face hiding her shame with her bottom held high she felt her disgrace increasing even as her snatch got damper. She so hoped he wouldn't notice her body's betrayal.

Leandro walked behind her.

"Knees wider apart, your ass higher in the air," he ordered.

Reluctantly Laura did as she was told, the plastic sheet over the cotton comforter whispering beneath her knees as she adjusted position. Now she knew that her partner had a completely unobstructed view of her labia and her tightly puckered anus. Leandro leaned closer and breathed in and she knew that he could smell her natural pussy aroma. Even knowing that made her slit wetter.

Behind her she heard a noise as Leandro unscrewed a tube of lubricant and then her asshole tightened even more as she felt cold lube smeared around her asshole.

"Relax," he told her and she tried. A moment later she felt his fingertip pressed against that dark hole and then, an instant of pressure, his finger pushed inside that closed opening and push its way into her rectum. Laura groaned whether with discomfort, embarrassment or arousal she did not know. The finger pushed deeper and then withdrew. She heard more lube being squeezed out and then more was pushed into her upended ass. She prayed that he couldn't feel her dry, constipated shit up there. He withdrew his hand slightly but soon a second finger joined the first, stretching her asshole wider. A tear leaked from her eye as it was so deeply humiliating having her ATF partner's hand up her ass.

"You're doing so well," Leandro told her. "Now I'm going to insert the suppositories. They'll soon have you running for the bathroom."

She heard a crackle as what she guessed to be the suppository was pushed out of its packaging. There was a pause as Leandro lubed it and then she felt its jell-o like mass pushed through her resisting anus before he worked it deeply into her bowel. She grimaced against the pillow at this invasion of her young body. A second suppository joined the first.

"It says to give two only on the packet but you're so impacted I'm gonna give you a third. Make sure we clear you out good and proper," Leandro told her.

Laura groaned again as once again another suppository was pushed inside her.

"Now, just you hold that position for at least twenty minutes and then I think you'll be ready to shit a brick," Leandro said with a grin. She knew he was enjoying himself; enjoying looking at her privates and crimped little asshole as well as her utter humiliation.

The twenty minutes passed slowly but she felt her insides loosen as the glycerin got to work on her constipated feces. She clenched her buttocks tightly not wanting an accident to occur, not wanting to humiliate herself even more. Her bowels churned and she so desperately wanted to poop. Carefully, she wriggled her bottom and expelled a little gas. That gave temporary relief but soon she needed to pass more. This time, the passage was not so silent and an audible fart sounded.

"Seems like you really need to go. Just give it a few more minutes," he told her and pressed his hand down on her rump keeping her in place. The time passed oh so slowly as she felt her shit become softer and looser and the pressure to relieve herself became intolerable. Another rippling fart filled the bedroom with its rotten stench.

"Please -- I really need to go," Laura pleaded and she hated the note of desperation in her voice.

"Okay, I'll take you to the bathroom."

Leandro helped her to her feet and she tottered unsteadily so he grasped her elbow and escorted her across the way to the bathroom. She hurried to the toilet and sat. She looked up at Leandro who was leaning against the door frame watching her.

"Go away -- please," she begged. "A little privacy?"

But it was no use. It would not have mattered if the President, the Pope and the Secretary General of the United Nations were in the bathroom with her. She had to poop and she had to poop now. Another fart echoed around the tiled bathroom immediately followed by a loud plop as the first hard turd splattered into the toilet bowl. Laura held her head in her hands for shame as a cascade of liquid shit and piss filled the bowl. A foul, sulfurous stench filled the air. She had never been so ashamed in all her life knowing that a man was watching her answer the most basic call of nature. More disgusting liquid slurry mixed with swamp gas escaped her asshole and splashed into the toilet. She wanted to die.

She sat there on the toilet seat for a while longer then finally stood thinking there was nothing left but had to promptly sit back down as a final noisy out rush poured out. But soon there was nothing left to pass out of her and her body felt terribly weak and trembly and hollowed out. She reached for the tissue and wiped her ass clean.

"Front to back," Leandro reminded her.

"I know," she muttered weakly.

Carefully she stood, flushed her disgusting wastes away, and washed her hands. Leandro took her arm and she looked up into his stern face.

"Back to the bedroom and get back into position," he told her.

"What? You're not going to put more suppositories up me, are you? There's nothing left," Laura protested.

"Nope, but I'm gonna spank you. You should have told me that your guts weren't working properly because you potentially put our mission at risk."

With that, Leandro led Laura over to the bed, helped her get into the correct position with her ass high in the air, he knees spread wide apart and her pudenda and vaginal lips prominently on display. He was pleased with what he saw. Laura whimpered and wriggled her bottom whether in fear or desire he did not know. He crouched a little lower and looked at her labia minora peeking out from her labia majora. Even as he looked, he thought he saw those tender lips swell slightly and become more flushed. Looking higher, he saw her puckered pink asshole and the darker skin surrounding it. Lower, below her labia, her clit hood. He grinned to himself.

"I shall be fairly lenient today," he said.

He rubbed her bottom, enjoying the feel of her warm flesh beneath his palm and how she quivered with fear and anticipation.

He raised his hand then a slap sounded out followed by a shocked feminine yelp. "Ow!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Several hard slaps connected with her buttocks. Left -- right -- left -- right in quick succession. Red handprints marked her pale skin. Laura cried out and wept. He applied some more hard swats across both cheeks. She trembled but held her ass in the air to receive her spanking.

Leandro paused in his punishment. There was no doubt about it. Her vaginal lips were now a dusky rose pink and glistening with her juices. And her clitoris was peeking out from the shelter of its hood. Gently he traced his fingertip along her lips feeling the steamy heat coming from them; seeing them become still more swollen with lust. She pushed her pussy back against his hand and moaned with her needs. He knelt behind her on the bed, undid his belt and pushed down his chino shorts and jockeys. His thick cock sprang free from confinement, eager to do its duty. Precum lustrous at its end. For an instant he considered taking her anally, like he had with Prezlea-Lynn, but he couldn't forget what had just exited that orifice. He shuddered. Shifting slightly, he placed the tip of his cock against her damp pussy lips. Laura moaned with expectation and pushed herself backwards, welcoming his cock into her pussy's warm embrace. He thrust deeper within her, feeling her tightly moist vagina gripping him like a glove. Another thrust or two and he was deep inside. The rhythm built, faster and faster; harder and harder in the primitive act of mating. Fucking for pleasure, that's all it is, he thought.

Beneath him Laura moaned with pleasure. The pain from her spanked buttocks merged with the pleasure from her G-spot sending rippling waves of ecstasy through every fiber of her being. She reached between her legs, found her swollen clitoris pushing free from its confining hood and circled it faster and faster feeling her delightfully sexy feelings mount higher and higher. Gripping her hips, responding to Laura's desperate needs, Leandro thrust still faster and deeper inside her. He tried to hold on, to slow down, and to last longer but he couldn't as primeval lust filled every cell and with one last earth shattering thrust he exploded within her with the force of a mega tsunami. He bellowed out, "Oh, yeah," as he climaxed before, now utterly spent, he collapsed over Laura's sweat soaked back. Laura herself climaxed at that moment and shrieked out a cry of joy. Her arms and legs could not support her and she too fell prone onto the comforter with Leandro on top, his penis still within her. Wow, she thought. That was great sex.

They together for a while listening to each others drowsy breathing and enjoying the feeling of warmth and comfort from their entwined bodies. His penis slipped out of her wet pussy until eventually he yawned and stretched and stood up.

"I'm gonna grab a quick shower, when you're ready come down. But don't get dressed as you're spending this evening naked."

"What? Why?" she protested.

Leandro stepped forward and swatted her on her still reddened ass.

"Ouch!"

"Because you need to remember our mission. Men are supposed to be in charge here and you need to accept that so we'll fit in better with Deacon Stearns's church."

Laura nodded, accepting his rationale but Leandro realized he was enjoying himself immensely. He felt his cock getting stiff again but now wasn't the time as the ball game was starting on the TV shortly. Anyway, this was the best undercover mission he'd ever had and it kept getting better and better. Now he had a beautiful naked woman obedient to his commands. No way was he in any hurry to end it.

As he crossed to the bathroom carrying his clothes, he reminded her, "Don't forget, you're naked tonight."

That evening, after he had phoned in Laura's observations of that morning to the ATF office in Philly, he sprawled out on the sofa with a cold Bud in one hand, a bowl of pretzels in his lap, and Laura's nice warm tit in the other hand. He grinned.

Laura lay beside him also watching the game but her mind was elsewhere. Was this what she was? A submissive little woman? Not the strong, independent woman she thought she was? But deep beneath her whirling thoughts she knew that she enjoyed and even needed the security and protection that a strong, powerful man could give her. With that she snuggled closer to Leandro and closed her eyes. Was she was in her rightful place, she wondered?