I’M jess. I grew up in a very strict Christian home. We went to a church that outsiders would discribe aa separatist. Even conservative Christian groups might view our church as going too far.
Growing up, i realy did not anything different. To me it seened perfectly right and natural. Many objected to how we did things. Some used the c(cult( word.
The church kept to themselves. We only associated with churches like us. We kind of kept them at arms laungh as well.
We separated from the world and churches we viewed as wordly sbd compromising. In other ways we were a bit lacks. We did not have prohibitions against dancing or telivison or certen secular music. We did probibit goung to secular dances, movie theaters or such. We were against goung to bars but alowed moderate consumption of alcohol. That led to conservitive critism of our church. We were hit on the left and the right.
We were oppossed to public education. We were also oposed to private School and even Christian school. We beleved in home school. We beleved in disipline.
As a child i was spanked. As was my siblings. We had ni clue that it was controversial. I had no idea that some even in the church viwed spanking as a form of abuse. I was a firm belever that to spare the rod was to spoil the child.
I believe that my development pment as an adult and as a Christian can be atributed to my upbringing. This includes being disiplined. That disipline includes being spanked. I have spoken to ny brothers and sisters and they agree with my viws on that. They feel that spanking and the other disiplines helped there gowth and development as people, citizens and Christians.
As i entered adulthood i was not really spanked. Our church does not put limits on when an offspring could be spanked. They beleve a daughter is under the parents until they marry. I was single at the time and living at home. I was not spanked.
Was it because i no longer needed to be spanked or was i becoming a better sinner? Was i learning how to comit white collar sins? Things that were not as easily detected. Thought crimes perhaps. I would not bring that up. Perhaps it had just been a kind of peeinoia. Perhaps it was unfounded condemnation that had no bases in reality. I felt dirty. I felt like i needed a spanking. I was not sure why.
I decided to talk to the pastors wife about it. Dona was a good friend. While the church beleved in male leadership, the younger women looked to older women. Women had unofficial authority over other ladies. The younger lades looked to the older lades for guidance abd advice. Dona was a kind of first lady of the church. She was sweet. Although she was qiet and shy, she had a lot of wisdom. Her asvice was sound and affective.
One day i talked to her about it. I sat down with her over cofee and muffins. “It has been a while sence i was spanked. I feel i am a good citizens. I feel like i need to be spanked. I have not done anything the world, or society or the church would consider bad but j feel off” i told her.
“It is dificult transitioning from adolescence to adulthood. Suddenly you go from no fredom, no autonomy to alnost total fredom abd atonomy. You are mearly trying to short it all out. It is a dificult process for those of us who follow the way. Some chose anarchy. Some leave this way.some go to the denominations for answers. Some go to the world. It is normal for you to feel this way. ” dona told me.
“What do i do?” i asked.”perhaps you should ask your mom for maintenance spanking. Once a day or once a week . They serve as a reninder. ” she said.
I liked the idea. I thought that that might help . i sat down with my mom. I explained to her my feelings ans concerns. I also discussed dona’s suggestion.
“Do you want a spanking hunnie?” my mom asked. I indicated that i did. She agreed to administer a maintenance spanking.
She told me to get over her knee. I wore a white shirt and a black skirt. She hicked up my skirt. She pulled down my nylons and my panties. She caressed my back side. Then she retracted her hand ans gave my buttocksa huge swat. She kept going.
It did not hurt at first. It got more and more intense. I was in pain after. I cried. We hugged. I felt better. I got the maintenance spanking every day. I found them very helpful. They helped make me calm and kept me calm.
From that time until i got married, my mom continued to spank me. I started to change. It made all the difference.
I felt different. It helped me a lott. The church noticed a difference in me. They saw me beccoming more mature. I saw that i was growing up.
Several young man in the church began to want to court me. The church held signle mixers and velitines day events. I interected with various young man at the church.
I went on some dates. Then one stood out above the rest. Andrew’s father was a members of the church elders. His grandfather had been an elder but had steped down but was stil a hournered person in the church. Andrew was a member of the bored of trustees. He had a good reputation in the church.
The two of us started to date more. He was smart, mature, funy and good looking.we dated for a time then entered into a formal courtship in consultation with both sets of parents.
After a court ship, he proposed and i said yes. We were maried that spring.on my wedding day, i had my mom give me one last spanking.
We went to a hotel in a citty in another sate. The wedding night went really really well. I decided that we need to do something about mantinence spanking.
The next day i decided to deal with the issue i consudered ro to be very importent. “I need you to spank me every day!” i said. He was really confused. ” what?” he asked.
“I want to receive maitinence spanking every day in order to stay centered. ” i said.
It took some convincing but i convinced him to spank me. He had me sit on his lap. He pulled up mu night gowan. He was firm in his swats then i expected. .he got more and more firce. We hugged after.
It became a rituel. We did it over the honymoon and also long after we got home. Every morning i got spanked shower then cofee and breakfast.
Over time i found i looked froward to being spanked. Some times i fantasize about being spanked. I was a submissive i guess. I loved to be dominated. Not just anyone but by Andrew.
Andrew was soft spoken. He was even keeled. He was a servant leader. While he was not a blow hard, he was a leader. He was in charge. I loved it.
My last story, we had a new convert who was spanked. I wanted to go though a different path. I wanted to depict some one who grew up in the church who liked spanking.