Chapter 4: Bribery revealed

VICAR BRIBES MEN TO FLOG DAUGHTER HARSHLY

I stared at the splash headline on the front page of the Bistonbury Chronicle and then at the photo of father in his pulpit and the two photos showing me naked front and back.

The photos were taken the previous evening and I now guessed that Rocky had a hand in it. As I stood under the dryer after my shower, a man burst into the room and took several pictures before I turned my back on him. The flash went off a number of times until Rocky ushered him out of the room. "Must have left the back door unlocked," he remarked. That was not too unusual as the crime rate was pretty low but now I wondered if it had been deliberate, especially as he stood with a smile on his face as he watched me scan the paper. After a shower my stripes showed clearly and I guessed they might have enhanced the photo too because they looked particularly deep and colourful.

I read and re-read the article that gave all the gruesome details of my punishment, the crime I'd committed and in interviews with the churchgoers, the real reason for my father's anger was given in some detail. Apparently father's only comment to the press was, "God told me she needed to be punished fully to atone for all her crimes, not just the one she was sentenced for, in order to mend her ways and to lead her along the path to a better life."

Rocky genuinely didn't seem to know how the authorities found out so I could only guess it was Sarah's doing and I knew father would probably be at home so I couldn't comm her. However, later that evening she commed me and I learned a little of the devious way she leaked the information.

"I guess you've seen the paper Alice." I confirmed that I had. "I didn't expect it to get that far so quickly. Mary Furlough was due around after we last spoke and during our talk I secretly pressed the button on the P O to dial the home phone. I went into the other room to answer it but left the door ajar and had a one sided conversation with myself concerning the bribe and your severe thrashing. Knowing Mary, she would be listening in and would whisper the details to all the ladies in the church group. Even if she told them in strict confidence and asked them to keep it secret, the whole village would know before the end of the evening. It spread further than that and the Chronicle got hold of it and contacted the prison governor for a statement and suggested they might take the matter to his bosses if no action was taken. Your father was taken in for questioning but released without charge while they look into the case. He's had a location device fitted so he cannot run away and that's not pleased him and nor has the questions he's had to answer from his parishioners. We've to wait until Monday before the court committee meet to revue the evidence." We talked for a while longer but no new information came to light.

Life hadn't been too bad for the first week at work. Rocky of course, fucked me whenever he felt like it and twice had me bending over a bench in his workshop while he ploughed me from the rear. So far he'd only threatened to fuck my arse but I knew it wouldn't be too long before he did. "My master raped my arse within an hour of picking me up," he kept telling me, but he didn't have a cunt and his master was homosexual.

I was given menial tasks and only a few times did I do some simple woodwork, mainly planing and sandpapering, which were a bit boring but I suppose I had to start with simple stuff.

A little over a week later, on a Monday, I was depressed and on my period and spending my second day sanding panels that had awkward corners that caught my fingernails. The hoped for thrashing of my father didn't materialise although he didn't get away scot-free; the court ordered him to serve thirty days of community service. For that period he would work eight hours a day and have to wear the orange uniform that denoted he was a criminal. The work, a conservation project, involved building a walkway suitable for wheelchair users through the new wildlife park. The work would be hard for one not used to physical labour but I had wanted him to visit the chastisement centre and to feel the whip strike him across his naked back and arse. Worse perhaps for him, was the fact that his congregation had largely turned against him and the bishop suspended him from duty, which put him out of a job at the end of his community service unless the bishop changed his mind.

Rocky must have noticed my bad mood because I swore when I caught my finger on the damned panel and he quietly reminded me to control myself. For a while I did but later in the afternoon it happened again and I'd had enough. I swore, told him to do his own shitty work and said he'd never make a joiner out of me, not in a million years. Before I'd finished he grabbed me around the waist, dragged me to a stool and I found myself lying across his lap in the classic spanking position. Knowing I was in trouble, I pleaded with him, said I was sorry so many times that I lost count but that didn't make any difference. He pulled my trousers down and spanked me hard until I was crying like a baby. I'd only recently been able to sit without feeling the effects of the whipping and now my arse was sore again. It only added to my depression and when he picked me up and bent me over the bench to fuck me I almost felt that life wasn't worth living. Worse, he decided that he'd try out my bottom hole for the first time and although I struggled and received a few more slaps for doing so, eventually he forced his way in and ravished me without any thought for my discomfort. Or so I thought. Later, after sending me to the toilet to clean up, he came and hugged me, "You must learn to control that temper of yours Ali, I don't like spanking you but I will do so every time you defy me." Afterwards we sanded the panels together so they were finished before we went home.