This happened just about the same time that Robert and Kyle took me into our camp in the woods. It was the end of summer, and as kids we used to walk into town, down the road past our church, where there was a house that stood in a big garden. We all knew that at the end of summer, there were trees in there with the best eating apples, and we would hop over the wall and fill our pockets or stuff them down the front of our tops and make our escape. This time I was on my own and no one was there to keep a look out. The old man that owned the house caught me red handed and pulled me across the lawn into his hallway. He knew who I was, and my father, and rang him and told him what I was up to. I knew there and then that I was in big trouble and father told him to bring me up the road and he would meet us outside the church. He dragged me up the road and not long after, my father arrived looking like he was going to explode with anger. They exchanged words with him making apologies for my behavior and how he tried everything to make me a good, God fearing girl, but that I was just evil. They discussed what should be the penalty and how they could teach me a lesson, before finally deciding to take me down the path to the Minister's house behind the church.

I had had plenty of dealings with him and his wife in the past. We all had to go to Sunday School from the age of five, and the minister and his helpers didn't stand any nonsense and you could get in trouble for silly things like untidy hair, dirty fingernails or talking during the lessons. His wife was a big woman and just as bad, she took classes as well and favored the boys more than the girls so she often gave me a hard time. Anyway, they led me down the drive and knocked on the front door. The minister's son answered and looked surprised to see us all standing there, particularly me looking disheveled and crying. He was about eighteen or nineteen and knew me from church and my father. He asked what this was all about and asked us to step into the hallway while he went out the back to fetch the minister. When they came back his wife was there as well, wiping her hands on her pinny. The old boy whose garden I had been in was called Brown I think. He told them what had happened and the minister ushered us all into the front room. It was quite large with a suite and an upright piano against one wall.

The minister's wife seemed to take control and had the others sit down while I was left standing. She stood to the side with her son and listened to Brown relate the events and they all expressed their disgust at my conduct. "Not surprised at all" was her reaction, and father offered more apologies for his daughter's behavior while a discussion started about the best thing to do. The minister was quite aware of fathers practice in disciplining me as he was a frequent visitor to our house and had copied it in the Sunday School setting. The wife made the decision for them by declaring a good thrashing was the only remedy as she pulled the piano stool out into the center of the room. I was shaking, I expected father to take me home and deal with it in his usual way but he seemed in full agreement with her and her suggestion that the victim should be the one to administer the punishment. I was still standing there crying and shaking with fear while Brown got up and sat himself down on the stool. He was a big guy and spread his legs out to steady himself on the stool as she pulled me over to him with my arm. He reached out and was just about to pull me nearer when she held me back and said "it's no good with all that covering her ''. She was pointing to my dungarees, they were a bit like overalls and long sleeved. Father seemed to be in total agreement as she told me to unbutton them and get them off. I was really embarrassed now and shaking, it was warm and I only had my knickers on underneath and not my training bra. I looked at my father for some help but he waved me away and I looked back seeing the others watching me in silence.

She pulled me over again and shouted at me to get a move on and I unbuttoned the front and slid it off my shoulders and shook it down my arms and dropped it to the floor. I had to bend over and pull it over my trainers and stood back up trying to hide my chest from the room. I looked at her and the room and could see the son staring intently at me as she pulled my arms down to my side, and decided to declare to the room that I was a little tramp, walking about without a bra, had I no shame and this only caused the room to look even more intently at my exposed breasts. I was only tiny but could see that my nipples were really hard and standing out on my little breasts. I had to stand there while they all studied me and agreed with her outburst before she pushed me over and Brown again as he reached out and brought me down over his lap in one swift move.

My feet weren't even touching the floor when he started with a stinging slap to my right cheek. She interrupted again with more protestations that to feel the full force, it should be on my bare bottom and she stepped forward and simply yanked my knickers down to my ankles. I was taken by surprise and looked behind me to see the minister and his son had joined her in the middle of the room. Brown wasted no time and delivered a round of stinging strokes and I was kicking and started to cry out. He stopped for a few seconds and rubbed my cheeks before starting the second round. I was thrashing around on his lap while his free hand pinned me down. Keep the little trollop still she shouted and motioned one of them to hold my legs to stop me kicking them about. My knickers had gone by now and I felt someone grip my ankles and hold them tight while Brown continued his onslaught. He stopped for a break again and I tried to catch my breath and reach around to rub my bottom but he grabbed my arm and twisted it up my back. My head was dangling down and I could see the minister and his wife behind me and their sons head to one side. He was kneeling on the floor behind me and he was the one holding my ankles. While I was still trying to process all this, Brown started again and the more I struggled the harder he got until suddenly it stopped once more and I stopped my struggling and flopped over his knee.

My arm was still twisted up my back and my legs still held tightly but I realized with all the struggling that I was now lying with my legs splayed wide open. Brown was rubbing my cheeks and the others were commenting on how red they were. Even my father had stood up now and moved over to join the others. He thanked Brown and said again how sorry he was and all this time, Brown was rubbing my cheeks and intermittently pulling my cheeks apart as he did it. I could just feel them all staring at me and I knew that I had everything on display, especially to the son who must have had his head inches away from me. He seemed very reluctant to ease his grip and although Brown had let go of my wrist I still couldn't get up, but at least I could reach behind and feel my bottom. I felt it alright, it was burning, but reaching behind me, I realized just how spread open my cheeks were. Before long they stopped their deliberation and she instructed them to let me up and they all returned to their chairs while she pulled the stool back and tucked it under the piano. I was left standing there facing them as she returned and told me to stand up straight and stop covering myself, and while rubbing my bottom, she moved behind me and grabbed both wrists and pulled them together behind my back. I had to face them, only about three feet away from the sofa as she left me, with everything exposed. She picked up my clothes and tossed them onto the arm of the sofa, next to her son, while the minister continued his lecture and said he would pray for my soul before she finally told me to get dressed.

The son picked the knickers up from the arm of the sofa and I had to step forward right up to him and take them from him. He didn't quite let go at first, he just studied me as I bent forward, he was looking closely at my breasts and the close front view of my pussy, as did the minister sat next to him. I wiped the tears with the back of my hand and struggled to get dressed as quickly as I could before the party led me out into the hall and they all said their bit and father marched me up the path to what waited for me when we got home. The minister and his son kept a keen eye on me after this, and I would see the son looking at me in Sunday school and when he visited father at home, which would make me all hot and bothered thinking about how he had watched me so closely in his lounge.