Twin Trouble Part 2
  by Verity
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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.