JANE & PASTOR VERN Two months and three days after I turned 15, my mother found God and God gave her Pastor Vern- at least that's the way she tells it. Up until then, I thought that my mother was happy having a little family of two. My father exited the scene when I was a baby. Apparently my mother wanted more than just a teenage daughter to keep her company. I wouldn't have minded God; I wouldn't have minded a man; this particular combination of man and God was a disaster. When my mother took God into her life, she expected me to go along for more than just the ride. All of a sudden I was going to church (I hadn't been before) two to three times on Sunday and on Wednesday nights. Before this I had heard about sin but didn't think too much about it- sin was the kinds of things that criminals did, not everyday folks and certainly not little kids and teenagers. Well, according to Pastor Vern, I was very much mistaken. The Good Book says we are sinners from the day we are born and that sinners are punished (I kinda knew that). In the first week at this church I heard more about sin and all of its colorful variations than I had heard in all of my 15 previous years. It didn't take me too long to realize that Pastor Vern was particularly concerned with sins of the flesh- I heard allot about fornication, harlots, sodomy, and the abomination of homosexual behavior. I guess that gluttony didn't count for much with him since he practically need a sling to hold up his gut. Since I was a virgin, I didn't think I was one of the awful sinners. I didn't really think that I was a sinner at all but then Pastor Vern pronounced that thought was equivalent to the deed. Well I had certainly had thoughts about fornication, lots of thoughts. Isn't that what 15 year old girls and boys do. We passed around our favorite books with the pages with the sexy parts dog-eared. Even after listening to Pastor Vern rant and rave about this, I still didn't think that it had a lot to do with me. I guess that obeying one's father and mother was also a Biggie. I hadn't heard that one yet or the spare the rod bit. Until................ My mother had been dating Pastor Vern for a few weeks when she began feeding him too. He started to come to our house for supper. One night I got a phone call after supper and got into an earnest conversation with one of my girl friends. "Jane, I want you to do the dishes now," said my mother. " Aw Mom, cool it!" I replied. I looked at my mother out of the corner of my eye when I saw her give a pleading look to Pastor Vern. Then I heard him say to her, " Beth, you know that I've told you that you aren't giving Jane what she needs. You know that you shouldn't put up with that lip. She needs a good spanking." When I heard him say that, I slammed down the phone and ran from the room yelling, "No, you won't!" When I got to my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and locked it. I fell against the door panting but feeling safe. A couple of seconds later there was a pounding at my door and Pastor Vern said, "Open this door right this minute or I'll break it down and it will be all the worse for you!" I hesitated for a second or two and then reluctantly opened the door. No sooner had I opened the door then he grabbed me by the arm and yanked me towards my bed. The next thing I knew he was sitting on the bed and I was sprawled across his lap. He put one arm across my back to hold me down and used his other hand to pull down my shorts and then my panties. He gasped out, "Now I going to beat some obedience into your bottom!" For a second I could feel a rush of cool air on my bare butt. Then all of a sudden I felt a hard smack one cheek and then another smack on the other. He paused for a moment and I began to hope that this was all there was to it. Before I got very far into this way of thinking, he said, "Now Jane, this is what happens to bad girls and before I'm through your bottom is going to be so sore that sitting is going to be very hard. Something to think about while you're praying for forgiveness." As his last syllable faded away, he renewed the assault on my poor behind. At first it was merely sore and then it started to feel hot and like it had been stung by a thousand bees. I was crying and screaming for him to stop but he didn't listen. I started kicking and he did stop but only to tell me that if I kicked once more he would give it to me for another five minutes. I stopped kicking and he gave me a couple more swats and then stopped. He made me stand up and said, "Cover up your butt and then get down on your knees and pray for forgiveness." Slowly, I bent over to pull up my panties and my shorts. Even the act of pulling my silky panties over my inflamed bottom caused me to cry harder. "Down on your knees!" he ordered. I sank to my knees and started muttering through my sobs. "What are you saying?" he asked. "I can't understand a word. I want to hear you beg the Lord for forgiveness." I managed to shout out my repentance and he seemed satisfied. He turned to leave the room and turned back when he got to the door and said, "This is just a taste of what's to come if you don't learn to act like a proper Christian girl!" He left the room, closing the door behind him. When he was gone, I carefully pulled down my shorts and then my panties. I ran my hand lightly over my red, raw bottom. Even the merest touch increased the pain. I took off my shirt and bra and then put on a light summer nightgown. I was still sobbing. I pulled down the covers on my bed and lay down on it face down and pulled up my nightie. I was hoping that some cool night air would ease some of the throbbing. It didn't help. I turned over onto my back with the idea that the cool sheets would help. Nothing helped and I had many hours away contemplating what my life was going to be like and how many more spankings I would get with Pastor Vern in my life.