A Night At Youth Group (part 1)

[gshaunm]

A Night At Youth Group (part 1)

Megan Kinney sighed as she walked into the youth minster's office. The seventeen year old couldn't believe her luck. It was supposed to be a fun night. Now she and her friends were going to be spanked. Megan was used to spankings. Her parents were very liberal in the application of corporal punishment. And even at this late age in her teenage years she had already received several bottom warmings. Megan's family were members of the Mount Zion Baptist Church. A rural church in the midlands of South Carolina. It was a church her parents grew up in and were married in. The congregation numbered just slightly over one hundred and all the families knew each other.

This meant none of the children could get into trouble without it getting back to mom or dad. Because of the closeness of the congregation it also meant the church policy on dealing with misbehavior was backed by the parents. And that meant anything from a swat to a child's behind to a session over a church leader's knee was not questioned. This also meant the teenage youth members got their bottoms warmed from time to time. Tonight was Sunday night. And unlike Sunday morning the teenagers could dress down, listen to music, play games, and generally be relaxed. But Donny Myers the youth minister demanded one thing from junior parishioners. When he or an adult was speaking the kids had to be quiet and listen.

Megan was all set to have some fun this night. But she found the message boring. Something on Old Testament history. As she sat there getting more board by the second, her mind started to wander. She needed something to keep her mind occupied. Megan sat back in her black metal folding chair, resting the whole thing on the two back legs. She brushed her brown locks from her face and looked around with her sparkling blue eyes. To her left was a table with a some games and a yellow mesh bag of marbles on it. Slowly the teen reached over a took the marbles from their resting place and moved them to her lap.

She opened the yellow mesh bag and rolled the glass toys between her finger tips. Megan looked up at Donny. She was six rows back and more or less buried amongst the teenagers gathered in the youth room. Her friends Teena and Holly sat to her right. Quickly an idea formed and she sat the chair back on all four legs. A quick whispered conversation and the plan was set. Megan leaned over to tie her sneaker. But instead of tying it, a marble was launched from her forefinger and thumb. The glass ball rolled quickly under the chairs and pinged against a metal chair leg. Megan smiled in triumph and mouthed “One point”. To her friends.

Teena leaned over to taker her turn. Her marble bounced off a shoe of a boy named Richard. The dark haired Asian teen muttered “Shoot” under her breath. Slowly Holly took her turn and a satisfying ping hit a chair, scoring a point for the red headed Holly. For the next five minuets the sound of pings could be heard through out the room. Donny Myers kept on speaking his message but was becoming increasingly annoyed at the sound. Megan and her partners in crime would let go with giggles every now and then. Some loud enough to draw the eye of Donny as he spoke. But the girls would settle down with his gaze leveled upon them.

Megan was getting board with the simple shots. “Watch this one”. She whispered to her girlfriends. Megan leaned back so the back to legs again supported her slender frame. She dropped her right arm down and set the marble up to launch with a flick of her thumb. As soon as Donny's back was turned she launched the marble. It skimmed across the floor and bounced under the chairs. It flew at a good speed till it crossed the isle and rolled under the other side of the room and under the chairs of the other teenagers. The marble rolled to the front of the room and pinged loudly against a metal cabinet. Donny stopped his speaking. His face was red with anger. Megan and her friends started giggling and that was when Megan lost her balance.

The chair slid back and the teen fell to the floor laughing. The bag of marbles fell from her hand and spilled across the floor. The youth room erupted in laughter. Megan, Holly and Teena's laughter was short lived as Donny's wife Melinda Myers approached the girls and put her left hand on Megan's shoulder. Megan stopped her laughing and looked up at the adult. “Megan Kinney! Holly McKay! Teena Yong ! What is going on”? Donny Myers demanded. The three girls looked up at their youth minster. “I'll handle this Donny”. Melinda said. “Girls come with me”. The three teenagers stood up. Their mood was now one of embarrassment and worry.

“Paddle them good Melinda”! Donny said as his wife lead them out of the room. This confirmed the girls fears. Since the Youth room was part of the parsonage and not the sanctuary, the activities of the youth and adult worship services would not disturb one another. Melinda lead the three down the hall to the youth office. Not a word was spoken. Once they entered into the office Melinda faced the trio. “WHAT did you three think you were doing”? She demanded. All three hung their heads. “That was very disrespectful”! “Well what do you have to say for yourselves”? Megan looked at Melinda. “I'm sorry I was board. I just was having a little fun”.

“FUN”? Melinda yelled. “What you did was rude and inappropriate! Not to mention disrespectful of Donny's time”! All three girls just stood in shamed silence. Melinda walked to the other side of Donny's desk and opened the drawer. Reaching in she pulled a twelve inch long six inch wide wooden oak paddle out of the drawer. The Words “Behavior Adjuster” were printed in red across the blade. Holes strategically drilled in the paddle. The teens sucked in their breath as they saw it. All three had been bent over in this office for licks from Donny's paddle since they joined the youth group at thirteen. Holly five times already.

Melinda put the paddle back and shut the drawer. The girls breathed a sigh of relief. Melinda reached down to the bottom drawer. Opened it, and removed a flat back cherry wood hairbrush. A hairbrush that had one use only. To spank the bottoms of naughty girls. Donny had his paddle to adjust attitudes. And that was used on the boys and girls. But Melinda had purchased this brush on a youth trip just four year prior when some teen girls had gotten into trouble and needed to be punished. Since then every girl in the youth group feared Melinda’s hairbrush. And although they had all felt Donny's paddle. Only a select few bad girls had felt the brush. Even Holly, who had to be paddled for the third time this year, had tried to avoid the brush. The girls started to panic as they realized their fate was sealed.

Melinda took a armless chair from against the wall and sat it in front of the girls. As she sat down she moved a small stool under her feet. She removed her healed shoes and propped her feet up so her lap was perfectly level. She looked at the three teens in front of her. “Well”! “Get them down”! She said pointing at their pants. Slowly each girl started undoing their pants. Megan undid the snap and zipper on her jeans. Teena was more country then her friends and undid the shoulder snaps for her dungarees. Holly was the preppy of the three and almost always wore dress pants. She undid them and all three girls pushed their garments to their knees. Megan out of habit pushed hers to her ankles.

“Megan”! Melinda said. Megan approached the adult and stood to her right. Melinda hooked her thumbs into the cotton flowered print panties the girl wore and pulled them down to join her blue jeans. Then with a tug she turned Megan over her knee. “”You might as well get them down to”! She ordered. And stand their and watch what your in for”! Teena and Holly pulled their panties down to join their pants. Both girls covered themselves in modesty. Megan’s brown hair covered her face. Her arms dangled down before her. Her bare legs felt the smooth material of Melinda's skirt. The cool air on her bare bottom gave her goose bumps. Under the chair she could see her pants and panties bunched up around her tennis shoes.

“Do you understand why your getting spanked Megan”? Asked Melinda. “Ye ma'am. I was rude and disrespectful. I shouldn't have rolled the marbles and paid attention to the lesson”. Megan replied. “Proverbs tells us foolishness is bound in the heart of a child and you should be corrected when bad”. For you that means a spanking”. Said Melinda. And with that she brought the hairbrush down across Megan's bottom. The teenager kicked her legs out and a loud “OW”! escaped her lips. More licks brought “Ouch”! And “OWIEEE”. Melinda quickly fell into rhythm and soon the white bare bottom of seventeen year old Megan Kinney was now as red as a stop sign. Brush imprints were visible as Melinda spanked the naughty girl. Megan yelled and howled in pain. Hot tears escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks.

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It was going to be sometime before she sat comfortably. And she would be sleeping on her tummy tonight. Megan kicked her legs so hard her pants came off and her panties hung onto just one leg. Her arms flew wildly and pounded the carpet. “Please stop! I'll beeee goooodddd” I'm sorry! I'm so sorryyyyyyyy”! She cried. He face was a mess of tears. Melinda kept spanking. Megan wasn't a bad girl but she did have a smart mouth on her from time to time. And Melinda had wanted to put the girl in her place plenty of times. Megan had earned a paddling from Donny on two occasions. Once for lying when she was fourteen and another for smoking behind the church when she was sixteen. But Melinda had always thought the girl could use the hairbrush on her bare bottom. And now she was making it happen.

Megan continued to beg for mercy and apologize. Her legs kicked wildly and her arms flailed about. She sobbed as her backside felt the wrath of Melinda Myers. Her breathing had become hyperventilated. Melinda spanked with a ferocity. She aimed to teach the girl a lesson. Finally spent Megan collapsed and sobbed as she took her spanking. Only squeaking out “Please stop” over and over. Melinda realized the spanking should be ending as Megan stopped all resistance. A few extra hard well place swats to the back of the legs and it was over. Megan bucked with the last few swats and let loose an “owwwwiiiiieeeeee” then just lay there not moving. Melinda surveyed her handiwork. Both of Megan's cheeks were completely tomato red. The back of her legs were red with imprints of the hairbrush. Her thighs were equally red.

“Alright get up”! Ordered Melinda. Slowly Megan got up and Melinda had to help her to keep her from falling. Megan now properly chased didn't move until she was told to. “Stand beside Teena”! Melinda ordered. Sobbing Megan shuffled over. Her panties dragging by her right ankle. Her hands rubbed her bottom and tears still ran down her checks. Still hyperventilating she tried to get her tears under control. “Teena”! Melinda ordered. Slowly the raven haired teen shuffled to the adults right side and without being ordered to put herself over Melinda's knee.

“I expect more from you Teena”! Melinda scolded. Teena teared up. “I know I'm sorry”. Teena said. Melinda wasted no time and instantly started tanning the young girls bottom. Teena was no less stoic about her punishment then Megan was. She bucked. Howled. And begged for mercy. Melinda knew she had a responsibility to punish these girls and let them know what behavior was tolerated. Teena's legs kicked up in unison. Her feet blocked her shapely red bottom from further spanks.

Melinda stopped the spanking. “Stand up'! She ordered. Crying Teena obeyed. Melinda opened her legs and quickly turned the girl over her left knee. Her right leg pinned Teena's legs so she couldn't kick. “Nooooooooooooooo” Teena wailed. “YOU KNOW BETTER YOUNG LADY”! Melinda scolded. And with that she resumed blistering Teena's backside. Melinda was obviously annoyed with Teena and spanked harder. Even from the few feet away Megan and Holly could see dark purplish blisters forming on Teena's behind. Megan knew how her friend felt. As she rubbed her own sore bottom she could feel blisters on herself. Holly fearfully watched knowing that she was next. She felt like a prisoner being escorted to the executioner.

Melinda continued Teena's punishment. Tears dripped from her pretty Asian brown eyes. “PLEASE MRS MYERS STOP! STOP! PLEASEEEE”. Teena begged for mercy. And just like Megan, Melinda didn't until the young girl surrendered herself to the punishment. With a few last really hard licks of the brush the adult brought the spanking to a close. Teena sobbed and Melinda helped her up. Unlike Megan, Teena managed to keep her pants on. This made it harder to walk as she shuffled over to stand beside Megan. Her hands vigorously rubbing her bottom.

Melinda Myers then looked at the red haired Holly. Without a word Holly shuffled over to Melinda's right side and put herself over the adult's knee. “You know Holly after being the most paddled teenager of the youth group, including a paddling during Sunday school last week, I would have expected better behavior from you”. Melinda said. “Yes ma'am I know. I'm sorry. I just didn't think”. Holly replied. “I know how your parents delt with that last Sunday too”. Melinda said. Holly's parents upon hearing their daughter had to be paddled, had given her a long bare bottom session with the belt when they got home after church. Holly screwed her eyes shut. And without another word Melinda spanked.

Holly had a knack for getting into trouble. She wasn't bad. It was that she just didn't think. More so then Megan. Melinda spanked her hardest of all. Holly was more sensitive then her friends and she reddened quicker. She howled louder, She cried more. Holly's eyes poured a river of tears. Her vision was blurry and her cheeks were soaked with tears. Holly moaned and screamed. Like Megan Holly's dress pants and panties were kicked from her legs and naked from the waist down she kicked her legs wildly.

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Melinda spanked and spanked. She was getting tired. Her arm was hurting and she was thankful this was the last spanking. She was annoyed at the girls and did spank them harder then she would have the other teens in the youth group. They had displayed a lack of respect for their elder and didn't think. She hoped this punishment would make sure they paid attention to their behavior. She observed Holly's spanked bottom. The redness of her bottom matched the redness of her hair. Like her friends Holly had blisters on her bottom. An like the others Melinda finished the spanking with a few hard whacks. Harder then the spanking itself had been. Although Melinda knew in Holly's case that was hard to do.

Melinda had Holly get up and join her friends. All three girls were still crying. Megan had almost gotten her tears under control. Melinda scolded and lectured the girls some more. Each girl cried and hyperventilated as they listed to the scolding. Then Melinda told them something that caused their world to sink even lower. They knew it was coming but it still didn't register till Melinda said it. “...and of course your parents will be told of this spanking”. The three miscreants hung their head.

Melinda had the girls pull their pants up. They did so gingerly. And they were escorted back to the youth room. The kids had broken up into groups. They were eating snacks, drinking soda, and listening to music. They all looked up as the door opened and the girls returned to the group. Everyone noticed their red eyes, tear stained faces, and ginger walks. All of them had experienced the same and said nothing to tease them. They knew they could very well feel the same thing.

All three girls walked to the front where Donny was talking with another teenager. “Pastor Donny”? Megan asked. “Yes “ the other replied, “We're real sorry for disobeying you and being rude”. Teena said. “Ms Melinda spanked us good”. Holly added. Donny looked sympathetic. “Well I am glad she did girls. You deserved it. But you need to know how important it is to be respectful of other people's time, You need to be respectful”. Megan rubbed her sore bottom. “Believe me we WILL”! She exclaimed. Donny laughed and invited the girls to pray with him. The four bowed their heads as Donny asked God for direction, wisdom, and forgiveness. By the time it was over all three girls were laughing with their friends. Although they didn't sit for the rest of the night.

Then came the part of the night the girls were dreading. After youth group the kids made their way to the sanctuary to meet up with their parents. Any kids who did not show was a flag to the parents that they needed to go to the youth parsonage. Usually because their kids were in trouble and Donny or Melinda needed to speak with them. As Megan's, Teena's, and Holly's parents arrived the adults knew their kids had gotten into trouble. A quick explanation from Melinda and Donny brought looks of disapproval from the parents. Holly's dad adjusted his belt buckle making sure Holly noticed. The red haired teen gulped forlornly.

After apologies by the parents they escorted their doomed child to the car. Each girl knew rather a lecture all the way home or a ride home in awkward silence that most likely another spanking awaited them...

[NaughtyC]

LOVE this story!! Well done! As a former "bad girl" in youth group myself, this story really resonated. I often felt that my youth pastor should have just spanked me.

[Often123]

Melinda sure knows how to handle naughty girls. I'd like to read some more about her in the future. How did she become such an expert, what others may have felt her wrath or might in the future?

[f-needsit]

cannot wait to part 2 and more!

[gshaunm]

I am working on part 2 now. Interestingly enough it is based on a real life incident (without the spanking) but the woman Megan is based on is real. The incident was real back in 91 and yes she has been thoroughly spanked for it since then. Part 2 will deal with the girls punishments from their parents.

[rachelredbum]

I think this is a good story too. I likethe attention to etail and how its not just about a spanking. Oh, and the word is b-o-r-e-d. Sometimes spell check is not your friend!

[gshaunm]

LOL thanks Rachel. Ya sometimes spell check betrays ya. like how you forgot the "d" in detail in your post LOL. Anyway I am still writing part two but I am trying to work on a few story angles. I am not into just spanking. I prefer a plot and reason. This is the 6th story I have written on spanko in the last 11 years.

[gshaunm]

part 2 this weekend.

[arielpantiesdnspanked]

This is a fantastic description of what a real hairbrush spanking feels and looks like. Great job!

"Spanked harder. Even from the few feet away Megan and Holly could see dark purplish blisters forming on Teena's behind. Megan knew how her friend felt. As she rubbed her own sore bottom she could feel blisters on herself."

[gshaunm]

Thank you. I go for realism and a cinematic feel. Glad this is well received.