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Uh huh,” the preacher’s wife said softly, almost as if in a dream… almost as if she saw herself in the movie… that the girl on the TV screen was her.

Marge Calligan felt totally liberated for the first time in her life. Raised by puritanical parents, her sexuality was repressed from puberty. Marrying a preacher didn’t help. He thought Satan caused his hard-on and his wife’s duty was to relieve his tension. Under the sanctity of the bed covers, the preacher would enter his wife with no foreplay, pump in and out a few times, and spill his seed. There was no lovemaking involved… and no pleasure for Marge. The preacher thought it was a sin to enjoy sex, being the Devil’s work.That was enough motivation. I tried to press my chest into the table to stay still. Lisa just kept at it and I was finally out of control, sobbing, tears and snot running down my face. Finally she stopped, and I started to get up. But they saw my underwear. And… and they saw your hand inside them. Oh-my-gosh, they saw what you were doing to me.” It was the first time the young wife felt anyone caress her breast. She tried to stop it at first but after a short while it felt good. This surprised her, thinking the only purpose of a tit was to feed a baby. She never thought it would feel good when squeezed. But it did. Soon the preacher’s wife was moaning softly, almost purring. So, it all started with a bank deposit. That was Tuesday. Steve didn’t like being reprimanded, so he reacted with the “silent treatment,” lasting into Wednesday. Big mistake, Steve. Let’s listen in:

You mom is a wonderful woman. She said we would be happiest if I held you to your commitments and gave you a sore bottom when you ignored them. She sent this with instructions: ‘Don’t listen to his pleading. He’ll tell you anything to get you to stop. And don’t stop until you can tell the tears are real and he has given up control’” I wouldn’t say that. If you phrased it that you hurt my feelings yesterday by treating me like an incompetent, and then you grounded me unfairly, I would agree with that statement.” Gail, tell me about the urges. What urges do you have that are so terrible?” the preacher’s wife said calmly. You didn’t get grounded because of the bank receipts. You got grounded for being disrespectful and oppositional. And now, Steve, you have been brooding all day today. You have hardly spoken to me. I think it is called the “silent treatment.” Isn’t that so? The preacher’s wife was troubled. She was still aroused from the previous activities and the stranger was confusing her. She thought he was going to ask to touch her breast again. After all, that gave her enjoyment. But he wanted to touch her vagina. How could she let anyone touch her there? Her husband never would, so how could she allow the stranger to do it? But he said he’d leave if she let him try and it wasn’t pleasurable. There’s no way touching her there would give her pleasure. No way!! But he had put doubt in her mind. She needed to know if he was lying to her or if her entire upbringing was a lie. And if he was lying to her, at least she’d be free of him when she told him he was wrong. He’d leave and she’d be able to return home to the life she understood.After dessert Aunt Kay announced the “finale” of the weekend. Each husband was told to set a piece of furniture up until the whole room was rearranged for discipline. Aunt Kay had the guys stand against the wall in our underwear to wait our turn. Aunt Kay read each punishment card like a game show host. I didn’t do anything wrong and you always treat me like you think I am an idiot! And if I took the blame for this mistake I WOULD be an idiot. But I’m not! And I am tired of being told I am!!” That is ridiculous. I am not at fault; the bank teller is. I dare you to go down to the bank and ground her!! Or, better yet, see the manager! Tell them they are incompetent!”

The next morning we all had breakfast together and chatted. I couldn’t imagine facing these people after yesterday, but today it seemed so natural. One of the wives came over to Debby and I and said she was really impressed with our display last night and wondered if she could borrow me. I looked at Debby but she just smiled and said of course. Susan took me by the hand and took me to one of the spare bedrooms. I into the living room all the wives were facing me sitting behind the banquet table like a panel of judges. This was absolutely the most humbling experience I have ever had. I couldn’t even hold my head up. Aunt Kay explained that at this get together the women were going to be able to vent all their frustrations about their husbands and get the I spent a long time sobbing loudly. She seemingly paid no attention at all, but went about her business. I stood with my nose in the corner. My bottom seething with fire. I took heart in the fact that once the fire cooled some, the warmth of her love would be with me for days, even if there were no more spanking during that time, which now seemed very unlikely. A couple of weeks later Debby told me that Sandra met a man she likes and that they may be coming over some time. I’m not sure what to expect, but I know that Debby is in charge of the discipline in our house and I will be there no matter what. I wound up marrying her sister 3 years ago. They show some resemblance but are still very different looking. My relationship with her is very similar to a mother in law. Although she is only 33, she has 4 kids and acts much older than her age. We get along but have never had a friend type of relationship because of her generally serious demeanor. Over the years I've spent many parties, BBQs, etc getting long glimpses of her incredible feet. I got incredibly horny one day when she brought up the subject of her having the nicest feet in the family. She has said it many times since, which is somewhat out of character for her. But I never had any sort of opening to realistically touch them, etcThe more the stranger spoke, the more defeated and helpless Marge felt. “Okay, but not here,” the preacher’s wife said softly, succumbing to the stranger’s threats.

The mention of her husband and the church flooded her with guilt. She wringed her hands in her lap knowing she had committed many sins. How could she have done such things? The preacher’s wife couldn’t explain it… not even to herself. The preacher’s wife fretted. Why was the stranger in her husband’s church? What did he want? She no longer had the anonymity of the large city to protect her. This was her small town…. where she lived. She was surrounded by people she knew. There was no way she was going to leave the choir and meet him. But what did he want? She kept asking herself that question and got more and more agitated. Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer and quietly moved away from the choir towards the room the stranger had entered.Jeez, I did exactly what you told me to. Why can’t you ever be satisfied? Maybe you should say ‘Thanks, Steve, for doing my banking.’ Or do it yourself.” over inhibitions we were going to start the weekend off with a spanking “musical chairs” style. She told us guys to drop our pants. The sight of seven naked butts waiting punishment brought a round of applause from the women. I was bent over the table staring straight ahead unwilling to meet any of the guys eyes when Aunt Kay said “ok ladies ten of your best just like we planned”. The preacher’s wife was still enraged that the stranger made her perform sex with him in the church room while her husband was conducting services within earshot. And the audacity of him to actually shake hands with her husband afterwards while the taste of his cum lingered in her mouth and his sperm dripped down her thighs. So you can imagine her surprise when the stranger stood there smiling on her porch when she opened her front door.