Sunday, April 12, 2009
|“Get ready for church,” said my mom, as she woke me up.
I got up, and checked out my paint job in the mirror. Good as ever! “I can’t go to church this week,” I said. “Just look at me!”
“Of course you can,” mom said. “Just put on a dress.”
“It’s against the rules,” I explained.
“You mean, you have to remain naked all weekend?”
“And all week, too.”
“Your father is counting on all of us going to church as a family!”
“Fine, then I’ll go like this.”
My mom stormed out of the room. Later, I overheard my parents talking. My dad said he would let me go to church wearing only body paint, and bottomless to boot. She’ll chicken out, he predicted.
I smiled. Oh, so that’s the game he wants to play, is it?
“Let’s go!” dad hollered.
I sat my naked butt in the car, right behind the driver seat. My dad got in the car, then my mom, and my brother, who burst out laughing. “You’re going to church naked!?”
“I’m not naked,” I insisted. Quietly, I added, “Just bottomless.”
I’ve never seen my dad drive so slow as when we entered the church parking lot. Despite hundreds of empty spots, we circled the whole lot before he finally found a good spot to park. He turned to look at me. “Ready?” he asked. I just spread my legs apart to show him my pussy. That just made him mad. He got out of the car, opened my door, and pulled me out by the hand.
Suddenly my idea of calling his bluff seemed really dumb. We walked hand in hand — more like him pushing me and slapping my naked butt — into the church. The pastor looked me up and down and shook his head. My mom and little brother followed me inside. I followed my dad, and sat my naked butt down next to him. My brother sat next to me, and my mom sat on the other side of my brother.
“Ashley,” said the pastor. I stood up, as if in a trance.
“Come to me,” he said. The pews were now full, and I had to excuse myself as I passed all the other parishioners who sat in my pew. I wondered if I should show them my butt or my pussy. Eventually, I settled on my butt. Some of them smacked it as I passed. Others patted it gently, almost lovingly. Eventually, I found my way to the front of the church, where the pastor was sitting.
“Bend over, Ashley,” he said.
I tried to turn sideways, but he made me face the front of the church, and he made me spread my legs apart. I was so embarrassed, because I knew my asshole and pussy were on full display to everyone.
He made me lean forward while he cradled my breasts with one of his arms. Then, with his free hand, he began to spank me. He hit me hard, but it wasn’t the physical pain that hurt the most. It was the humiliation of being spanked in front of all the church-goers. And not just spanked, but spanked while being made to stand naked and bent over that way. And there was something else. With every stroke of his hand, I felt my pussy getting hotter. I felt myself getting sexually excited in church, and there was nothing I could do about it!
I looked up, and it was my little brother, slapping my bare butt playfully. What a relief! I had been dreaming! I was still sexually excited, and any other day, letting my little brother see that would have been really disgusting. But the relief that it was just my brother, and not the whole congregation made me so happy, I kissed him full on the lips!
He ran away, screaming and wiping his mouth.
Today’s girl is not just pretty, but playful, too. I think just because a girl is wearing just a cute dress doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy a swing. And this girl’s dress is plenty long enough. She has the right attitude — carefree and happy!
|Posted By Richard Hertz At 1:53 AM
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