If there is one thing that Mormons do not tolerate, it is lesbian women, or „sisters“, as every female is called in the sect. If they are older, they are mercilessly excluded from the community. If they are still young and useful, the bishop is happy to re-educate them. And the father or husband of the person concerned is responsible for implementing this.
When a woman is passionate about a woman, fundamental religions do not speak of sexual orientation, but of a sinful urge that needs to be exorcized. The Bible clearly states that the woman exists for the sake of the man. A woman who wants to evade this commandment must therefore be punished.
Hannah felt this when she was caught in bed with another sister in the faith. It was a scandal in the congregation and, according to the old custom, the sinner was immediately summoned before the bishop. In these circles, the bishop is both judge and pastor. He presides over the congregation. He is concerned about the spiritual purity of his flock and makes sure that God’s laws are observed to the letter. The Old Testament is particularly important for Mormons. In other words, the part of the Holy Scriptures where it was still said that men married and women were given in marriage. And in which the man „took“ a wife and she was „given“ to him by her father. For an appropriate bride price, of course.
It was a community in which polygamy was still practiced. This meant that a man was allowed to have several wives. Fathers raised their daughters strictly in the faith and decided who to give them as wives. Once the agreement between father and groom had been reached, the girl was brought before the bishop. His task was to examine the young bride for her suitability as a wife and then to approve her for marriage.
Self-abuse
Hannah had already been caught several times by her mother while she was secretly playing with herself. Among Mormons, this was called self-pollution and it was considered a serious sin. So serious that after the third domestic punishment of the sinful daughter, it was deemed appropriate to inform the bishop of the problem. So the young girl was summoned before the head of the parish, who wanted to know exactly how she had laid hands on herself, how often she had done it and what impure thoughts had passed through her mind. As the girl was in tears during the entire interrogation and could barely utter an intelligible word, she was nevertheless classified as a repentant sinner and escaped the threat of banishment.
The usual custom followed, which was intended for sinful daughters. During the interrogation, the girl was alone with the bishop. After his prayerful judgment, her father was called in and the verdict was pronounced in the name of God. And this was essentially always the same. The father could not be held partially responsible in this case. He had neither neglected his duty of supervision nor had he deprived the girl of regular instruction at home. So the only thing left to do was to chastise the sinner in an appropriate manner. And this task should fall to the father, on the spot and in the presence of the bishop.
„Undress, my daughter,“ was the order, spoken in a friendly manner, but nevertheless feared by every girl. A father had the divine right to chastise his daughters. And his wives too. Hannah knew this only too well and did everything she could to receive her just punishment. After all, it was a divine judgment and the Lord had spoken.
So she quickly removed her floor-length dress, unbuttoned her bra and slipped down the wide leg dress, as all sisters wore as soon as they reached sexual maturity and were ready for their imminent marriage. It was an oversized pair of cotton knickers that reached from her stomach almost to her knees and could be opened at the crotch so that she could expose her private parts if she wanted to use the toilet, for example.
Normally, this leg dress was supposed to protect the chastity of a girl, let alone a woman. But when it came to chastisement, it was usually removed. A sinner has no right to be ashamed. Moreover, her father or husband had the right to see all the female members of his household uncovered before he picked up the cane.
Hannah was forced to bend over a waiting table and iron-clad herself to the edges of the table on both sides before the first hiss sounded and a sharp pain flashed through her body. A woman was never tied down for chastisement. She was expected to humbly accept her deserved punishment and present herself as her educator wished. And Hanna’s father was a strict master of the house who took good note of the fact that his eldest daughter had already taken on distinctly feminine curves and for this reason alone used the supple cane with particular force.
The bishop stood by expressionlessly and supervised the execution of the punishment he had ordered. It was to be twenty lashes, because a lascivious girl must be made emphatically aware that the sometimes damp area between her legs was not there for her pleasure, but exclusively for that of her future husband. Her hands had no business there, unless it was for daily ablutions and treacherous stains in bed were a reason to fear punishment.
The bishop had also noticed that this lustfully sinful Hannah had already reached the necessary maturity to be married. It was better to quench her obviously already very strong ardor in the way provided by the Lord God, instead of continuing to expose her to impure temptation. He would therefore advise her father accordingly.
You could almost feel sorry for the sinful girl as she clung desperately to the table while her body rebelled under the pain inflicted again and again and one red welt appeared next to the other.
When the punishment had been carried out, she was told to take her clothes and get dressed in the next room. Meanwhile, the two men had a confidential conversation in which the presence of a female being was not desired.
Probably the most serious sin of all
Hannah’s father had decided to wait a while longer before marrying off his daughter. In a year’s time, he would decide again and give her to the man of his choice. Until then, there was still enough time to answer the inquiries that were likely to arrive soon and to choose a suitable candidate.
Hannah was actually a lovely girl. With her long, blonde hair, she was a real eye-catcher and was extremely popular among the other girls in the community. The men were already looking at her with lustful eyes, assessing the size of her breasts, which were clearly visible under her white dress, and inspecting the roundness of her bottom, which could be particularly appreciated whenever she sat on a chair. In the temple, the rows of chairs behind her therefore became favorite seats and the young men came to the service early to get one of them.
But unlike the other girls her age, Hannah didn’t seem to have any interest in boys. You could never see her sneaking glances at any of them. Nor was she one of those young ladies who blushed softly when a young man smiled at her or paid her friendly compliments. Either she was a particularly well-bred daughter who wanted to save herself for the man her father would choose for her. Or there was something wrong with her.
It became clear that something was wrong with her at one of the community picnics that were once again held at the start of summer this year. These picnics were not just a social event that nobody wanted to miss. They were also ideal places to meet and the most important issue was the seating arrangements. It was not uncommon for secret arrangements to be made between individual families and for the right man to sit opposite the right girl so that he could get a close-up look at the object of his desire. Because it was always the man who expressed his interest and it was the parents involved who took care of the associated formalities.
However, Hannah was not yet available this time. She was busy playing all kinds of board games and frolicking with the other young ladies. Unfortunately, two of her friends were now married and therefore only had limited opportunities to take part in the game. After all, a woman has to be close to her husband to please his eye and win his heart.
Hannah’s best friend was called Deborah and the two were considered inseparable. Later that afternoon, they were both seen sitting on the small jetty down by the lake, talking and joking with each other. Later, they disappeared completely, but nobody noticed. Perhaps they were out for a walk. Or they had already gone home because they had become too bored.
The truth came out as the sun was already approaching the horizon. The band was already playing at the summer party and the first couples were spinning on the dance floor. Only married couples, of course, because a man would never dance with a strange woman. Brother Smith had separated himself from the others and set off on a little tour. He also wanted to pee, because all that beer was starting to take effect.
He saw something bright in the bushes, but didn’t give it a second thought. It was only when he noticed movement that he became curious and stepped closer. What he then saw made him hold his breath and hit his walking stick between them. There were actually Hannah and Deborah kissing. The two young women were entwined closely together. They had slipped their clothes down and pushed their bras up. Hannah was licking her friend’s breasts when the first blow hit her. She was startled. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked into old Smith’s eyes and a few moments later she had returned to a decorous state as if nothing had happened. Her friend had done the same and they both begged the old man to please, please not betray her.
However, he did not react to this and walked away resolutely.
Of course, what had to happen did happen. The two obviously lesbian sisters were summoned to the bishop, who gave them a good telling off. They were told that they should be flogged and chased out of the church naked. The scriptures say that God hates men who lie with men and it would only be logical to conclude that lesbians like them are also an abomination in his eyes. In ancient Israel, they would have been immediately buried until only their heads were sticking out and stoned to death.
But the old bishop not only knew that this was no longer possible today. He was also far too much of a man to simply remove two such pretty girls from the congregation. Perhaps they had a sinful streak and were passionate about each other. But it would have been a downright sacrilegious waste of valuable resources to withhold such gems from the male world. Nevertheless, they had to be punished in a way that would last their entire lives.
This time, two fathers were waiting outside the door and both were bracing themselves for the worst. But things turned out differently than they feared and everything turned out for the best.
The bishop instructed the girls to undress and wait in the next room for their punishment. They would of course feel the cane, that was clear to them, and they accepted the bishop’s order with humbly bowed heads so that they could obey it immediately.
The Bible talks a lot about the use of the cane. However, there is also mention of the whip, which disobedient female slaves in particular had to endure. The bishop had to think of this when, after a confidential conversation with the fathers of the two sinners, he opened the door to the next room, where he was met by two fearful-looking young women. The two had indeed matured into young women over the past winter and nothing reminded him of the young girls with small, boyish bottoms they had once been.
The bishop proceeded purposefully. He grabbed a long rope hanging from the ceiling and walked towards the girls. In his hand he held two brown leather cuffs, with which he connected first Hanna’s and then Rachel’s hands. Then he passed the loose end of the rope through the iron rings on each leather loop, so that the two were now facing each other and firmly lashed together. There was a switch on the wall that activated a motorized winch with a soft click. Slowly but surely, their hands were lifted upwards until they were standing in the middle of the room with their arms outstretched and just able to touch the floor with the tips of their toes.
The three men present visibly enjoyed the sight. Two rounded female buttocks presented themselves to them. Taut thighs testified to the youthfulness of the delinquents. Their stomachs and breasts were pressed tightly together, which was not without its charm when you thought that two lesbians were standing opposite each other waiting for their punishment to be carried out.
The bishop went to a chest of drawers and took out two menacing-looking whips. They were carefully handcrafted specimens made of braided leather, almost two meters long and fitted with an elaborately crafted handle at the rear end. The front end of the extremely supple instruments was pencil-thin and it was easy to imagine the effect these works of art would have.
The fathers were each instructed to go after the other’s daughter and do everything they could to exorcize her of this extremely serious sin. Which is what happened and two whips were swung wide to strike their target mercilessly. The two fathers knew what was proper and concentrated their blows exclusively on the buttocks and thighs of their intended wife. They ignored the loud shrieks of the victims and did their duty by mercilessly drawing God’s message on their exposed bodies.
The bishop made a satisfied face. It is an expression of atonement when a woman screams under the whip, he was convinced. And these two deserved to scream their lungs out so that they would realize once and for all what an unforgivable sin they had committed.
No one had counted the number of strokes, but both fathers recognized when it was time to end the punishment. The daughters were instructed to get dressed again and the three men left the room. Meanwhile, a thought had occurred to the bishop, which he immediately shared with the two brothers in faith when he was alone with them again.
Of course, you can’t simply chastise a lesbian and hope that she will renounce her inclination and never caress another woman again. Immediate re-education was needed to put these misguided creatures back on the right path. Only the right man could accustom them to their role in life and only in the hands of a rightful owner would they be able to resist the temptation to ever indulge in same-sex love again.
His words naturally met with approval. But that was not all there was to his plan.
There was a rather wealthy brother in the community who was known as an extremely strict family man and had been thinking about getting another wife for some time. His current wife had already borne him several children and was probably no longer able to satisfy his lust. He wanted to enjoy his second wife for as long as possible. It should therefore be a very young thing, even if he himself was already over fifty. He also saw it as an extremely appealing task to make a very young girl his wife and train her according to his ideas.
Perhaps he saw it as a special challenge to take on two young women at the same time. Also or especially because these were two very sinful beings who were still virgins but obviously needed strict male guidance. The three men winked at each other and things took their course.
Both fathers knew that they would be unlikely to find a suitable husband for a lesbian known in the community. It was therefore very convenient for them that there seemed to be a solution to this problem that would make one man happy and relieve two others of a great deal of worry. However, after their outrageous act, the two people concerned were really not in a position to express any wishes or even be asked.
The lot of women
Three weeks were enough time for the welts of two chastened daughters to subside and for everything necessary for their marriage to be arranged. Of course, they were both unclean in the eyes of the Lord, but her future husband was prepared to take this stain upon himself, for both were extremely pretty and he was sure that he would find ways and means to lead them back to the way of the Lord. Once a woman felt a man inside her, she would never again be tempted to develop feelings for another woman, he was convinced. So he arranged a big wedding feast and the whole community accepted his invitation, if only to witness a spectacle that was not quite an everyday occurrence.
When the brother, respected by all, finally left the wedding to lead his two brides to their new home, there was prolonged applause. The two were not sure whether to cry or be happy. But they comforted themselves with the thought that, as wives of the same husband, they could continue to be good friends and spend a lot of time together.
Brother Hoffman, as the lucky man was called, turned out to be an energetic man whose word was law and who punished any dissent with the cane without hesitation. His first wife was a gentle creature who naturally submitted to his will and apparently only very rarely felt the rod of discipline. His son was his greatest pride and grew up in a spirit of freedom that allowed him to fully develop his impetuous nature without being severely reprimanded for it. His daughter, on the other hand, displayed a character that vacillated between defiance and timidity and repeatedly caused her to be dragged into her father’s study, from where her loud shrieks could be heard shortly afterwards.
Boys have a strong character that must not be suppressed, was the opinion of the master of the house. Girls and women, on the other hand, require strict guidance in order to find the stability in life that God has not given them.
The wedding night was strange and did not correspond at all to the expectations that a young bride generally has of her first night with her husband. First, both wives were introduced to their husband’s first wife and told that she would be in charge of them and had the right to chastise them if necessary. Deborah was then simply locked in her room, while Hanna was pushed into the bedchamber by the man she was now to regard as her husband.
He did not order her to undress, as she would have expected. Instead, he proceeded to peel the numerous parts of her festive clothing from her body with his own hands, gradually revealing her charms. In the end, he threw everything into a corner of the room and took his time examining his new acquisition. He slowly began to undress himself, circling her several times while his eyes unabashedly scanned her body.
„No question, you have everything I appreciate in a woman,“ was his conclusion. „Now I want you to fold the clothes carefully and put them on the chair there. Then go into the bathroom and get ready for me.“
She obeyed. Of course she obeyed. Naked as she was, she first picked up his clothes and then her elaborate wedding dress and laid everything carefully folded on the designated chair. Then she opened the door, which obviously led to the bathroom, where she spent a lot of time cleaning her body down to the most intimate areas and using the essences provided to give it a pleasant scent.
When she thought she had finished, she opened the door and faced him. He sat on the wide marital bed and looked at her with a smug smile.
„I want you to shave,“ was all he said and turned back to the book he had obviously been reading.
She paused briefly to absorb the meaning of his words and then went back into the bathroom, disheartened. She had to search for a while, but in the end she found the utensils that a woman obviously uses to shave. She was actually proud of her pubic hair and had never thought about trimming it or even shaving it off completely. She had learned from her mother that a girl shaves carefully under her armpits and that hair growth on the legs is rather embarrassing and should be removed regularly. But the fact that men don’t want to see hair between their legs had remained foreign to her until now. But she knew that it was better to comply with his wishes. After all, the woman was there for the man’s sake and not the other way around.
Completely shaved, she made another attempt to find his pleasure. He was a strong man, she realized. And he had a powerful member that began to swell the longer he looked at her. Should this huge thing really penetrate the small opening she had between her legs? She knew that she was still a virgin and that he would deflower her. But now she was afraid that he would literally tear her apart. But her mother hadn’t told her about the problem and she was a rather delicately built woman who should know.
He beckoned her towards him as he slid lower until he was finally lying flat on the bed. She took his hint and took up a kneeling position above him. He could now see her naked pussy up close and she shuddered as he touched her labia and gently pulled them apart. Then his hands moved upwards and he gently kneaded her breasts until her nipples had hardened and stood out like little towers. He pulled her down to him and kissed her. She was now lying on her stomach on top of him and felt his stiffly protruding member touching her exactly where her pussy had previously only felt her own fingers. His hands wandered down her back and finally grasped her bottom possessively.
„You have a nice bottom, Sarah,“ he commented, smiling at her. „I’ll enjoy stroking it – sometimes. But it will give me just as much pleasure to make it glow when you’ve incurred my displeasure. And I won’t let that stop me from drawing my will on your bottom in the form of thick welts if you resist me. That, too, will be my pleasure.“
He gave her a light slap on the part of her body described.
„Straighten up,“ he ordered her and she obeyed immediately. She knew that she was dripping wet down there now. At home, that would have stained the sheets and drawn reproachful looks from her mother. Here, it obviously didn’t matter. After all, she was a wife now and a wet pussy was exactly what a woman had to offer a man. At least that’s what the school friends who were already married had told her. So she wasn’t a real lesbian, even if it had felt good when she and Rachel had kissed in secret.
„Insert my cock into you,“ was the next order and she awkwardly began to do something she had never done before. She knew where the crucial orifice was and she felt she was more than ready for a new experience. So she boldly grabbed the frighteningly large member and placed it in the desired spot.
To her surprise, it didn’t hurt. It didn’t seem to be a problem to take the mighty phallus inside her either. She did feel a little pain for a moment, but otherwise the feeling that she was familiar with, but had never experienced like this before, prevailed. She couldn’t resist the temptation to slowly move her body up and down and insert her husband’s powerful member deeper and deeper inside her. He kneaded her breasts and she felt an intense vibration run through her body, making her gasp and at some point eliciting uncontrolled, sharp cries.
Was this what every woman longed for? Was this the love that only a man can give? Was that the reason why women submitted to their husbands, even if he was harsh and hurt them? Was it a woman’s lot to be loved at night and beaten by day? Is this what God meant when he wrote that a woman would lust after her husband?
At that moment, she didn’t care. She enjoyed her man inside her, was briefly disappointed when he withdrew from her and experienced new waves of bliss when he laid her on her back, pushed her legs far back and worked her with powerful movements until she reached the blissful moment again and he finished his work with a loud moan. She felt an enormous amount of hot liquid pouring into her before he rolled off her and let out an animalistic moan.
She squeezed her legs together and made an awkward effort to stand up, as she instinctively felt that it was better not to just let the liquid that had been pumped into her spill onto the bed. So she went into the bathroom and took a shower until she felt clean. The water kept turning red, reminding her that she had just been turned from a girl into a woman.
When she returned to him, she saw the small leather swatter. It was lying on the bedside table as if by chance, letting her know silently that, despite her youth, she was a man’s wife and owed him obedience.
At some point during the night, he must have felt like his new, young wife again. He turned her to the side and used his cock to take her from behind. However, she resisted him and turned onto her back, rejecting him. His further attempt to get her into a suitable position also led to reluctant reactions. Although the girl was acting subconsciously, she probably had a pronounced tendency to be unruly. So he decided to teach her a first lesson.
With a jerk, he pulled the comforter off her and sat up. He reached for the martinet he had wisely placed on the bedside table. Determined, he reached under the back of her knees and pulled her legs far back until he could see everything that made her a woman. A very young woman indeed, but his gaze wandered over the shiny folds of her pussy, the lower end of which revealed the opening he had penetrated as the first man in her life. He had made her a woman. Now he would make her an obedient woman.
Her bottom was rounded to a point in its current position. Her thighs were stretched taut. Her flanks were perfect for a few corrective strokes. So he swung out and let the wide leather hit her flesh with a loud smack. Her bottom started to move and her whole lower body reared up. But he had her firmly in his grip and struck again. Every time she tried to get away from him, she turned another part of her body towards him and the leather found a new target that it had not yet reached.
A leather swatter does not leave welts that swell up immediately and can still be seen days later. But wherever it hits, the skin reddens immediately until the buttocks and thighs, the ideal punishment zones for women, turn an even red and radiate a noticeable heat.
That was the moment he let go of her. He turned her onto her stomach, pulled her bottom up towards him and gave her high buttocks a few rough slaps with the flat of his hand before penetrating her again. An unruly woman must be tamed. A woman who resists her master must repent and nothing is better suited to this than a red-hot bottom, which in the end willingly arches towards its owner so that he can take what he wants.
Tomorrow he would take care of the other one. She made a stubborn impression and had only looked reluctant during the entire wedding celebration. But she too would learn her lesson and he would educate her in the tried and tested way until she was ready to read his every wish from his lips.
What could be better for a man than a Mormon life, he thought to himself before he was overcome by sleep. As a man you were the absolute master of the house and as a woman you knew you were protected and safe.