Father Thomas's Discipline
- Spank Cassie
- May 5
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Father Thomas's Discipline
From the day she turned sixteen, Mary-Ann's every Sunday afternoon after Church followed the same routine. A summons would come, calling her to the sitting room where her mother and father waited, their faces an embodiment of sternness. The family's antique grandfather clock would chime two, and Mary-Ann would step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. Her father would lead her to his office, standing in front of the large imposing desk and unfasten his brown leather belt; a symbol of authority and discipline. Mary-Ann would shudder, the fear of the impending punishment gnawing at her. Her father would instruct her to bend over his teak wooden desk, head bowed in shame, arms outstretched as her white cotton knickers were lowered to reveal her buttocks. Her legs were spread wide to further embarrass the poor girl with everything on display.
Her mother would read out her transgressions for the week, each misbehaviour adding to the number of belt strikes she would receive. Every strike was a painful reminder of her shortcomings. The leather belt striking with accuracy with each strike as her bottom reddened more and more.
Her parents believed it was for her own good, a way to atone for her sins and learn obedience. After the spanking, Mary-Ann would run to her room, tears streaming down her face, vowing to be better next week. She would spend the rest of her Sunday afternoons nursing her wounds, both physical and emotional, while contemplating her actions and reading her bible. It was a harsh lesson in discipline, one that she carried with her through the week. It was a constant reminder of the consequences of her actions. As the weeks turned into months, Mary-Ann grew more accustomed to her Sunday rituals. She would brace herself for the pain, her resolve to improve hardening with each passing week.
One Sunday, Mary-Ann was outside her papa’s sitting room at 1.55pm as instructed, awaiting her punishment, when she heard voices from inside the closed door. Straining to hear who was inside, the door suddenly opened and to her surprise the Vicar from her local Church, Father Thomas, was inside awaiting her arrival. She knew this was bad; Father Thomas had a reputation for being a very strict religious leader who was passionate about keeping young girls on the straight and narrow.
Upon entering, papa advised that Father Thomas had received word that young Mary-Ann had a crush on a local boy from the village and that they had been seen holding hands. This was not acceptable for a young girl her age and Father Thomas was keen to see that this was nipped in the bud straight away to ensure she was chaste in preparation for her marriage one day. Mary-Ann could feel the tears already stinging her cheeks as she knew what was in store. Not only the belt, but the cane too.
Papa led her to the desk and told her to assume the position. Her skirt lifted up and her white cotton panties lowered to her knees, the shame and humiliation of Father Thomas seeing her in this position would haunt her every Sunday at Church. After adding her regular misdemeanors to the list, Mary-Ann was to receive 15 strokes of the leather belt and 6 with the cane. She closed her eyes as she heard her papa remove the belt from his trousers in preparation for what was to come. She could feel Father Thomas’s eyes burning into her as he read The Lords Prayer to her whilst receiving her punishment. 15 hard strokes of the belt later, she knew it was time for the cane administered by the Vicar.
Father Thomas spoke “You will repeat the words And Lead Me Not Into Temptation before every stroke of the cane. Do you understand?”
“Yes Father Thomas” Mary-Ann cried “Lets begin!”
“And Lead Me Not Into Temptation” THWACK! The cane rained down hard on her already stinging bottom.
“AGAIN!” Father Thomas bellowed
“And Lead Me Not Into Temptation” THWACK!
“And Lead Me Not Into Temptation” THWACK!
The strokes landed with the accuracy of a master at work, each landing perfectly across her pert bottom leaving 6 stripes. She lay sobbing on the desk as the two men congratulated each other on a lesson well learned before retiring to the sitting room for a brandy and a cigar.
She would try to avoid misbehaving, but being a teenager in the 1950s, she struggled against societal norms and expectations. She would question the severity of her punishments, but she knew better than to voice these thoughts. In her parents' eyes, it was their duty to correct her. Over time, Mary-Ann grew to understand her parents' intentions. They were not punishing her out of spite, but out of love and concern. She began to look at her punishments as a chance to reflect on her actions, a weekly opportunity for self-improvement. As time went on, the number of spankings she received began to reduce. She was learning from her mistakes, growing into a responsible young woman. Her Sunday afternoons became less about punishment and more about introspection. She began to understand the value of discipline and self-control. Mary-Ann's relationship with her parents also began to evolve. She started to see them less as disciplinarians and more as guides. She learned to appreciate their wisdom and understand their intentions. She began to value their advice and seek their guidance. As she matured, her Sunday spankings eventually ceased.
She had grown to understand the message her parents were trying to impart.
Father Thomas provided regular guidance on Sundays at Church and one day the young man who she had a crush on was allowed to walk her home from church. He knew Mary-Ann was a devout Christian and had secretly had a crush on her too. After a few weeks of walking her home, he bravely asked her father for her hand in marriage.
And they lived happily ever after.
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