This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex.

Posted 28 Sep 07 -- Revised June 09

Chapter 1: Marcia's Introduction

Marcia Quillis was looking as nervous as she was feeling. She was filled with a great deal of doubt and dread about the decision she had made to join the Kingdom of John. Her mother was a member, and since she greatly respected her, she was willing to try this out, but the stories she had heard about what the women of the kingdom were expected to do, and endure, were nothing less than horrifying.

At 18 years of age, Marcia was wonderful to look at. Being the captain of her high school volleyball team, she had a healthy and athletic quality to her natural beauty. Those of her parent's generation thought she looked like a young Katherine Ross. She was tall, with sandy brunette hair, and a bosom in full bloom; just the kind of young woman that anyone - at least by appearance - would want to be around. Her dress this afternoon was not formal, but nice. She had on a pale blue shirt and pleated, navy blue skirt. Not Catholic school girlish, but more like an office secretary.

Here she was in the manor of Lord Jacob, in the spacious and resplendent bedroom of Lady Jennifer, sitting on a lounge waiting for the Lady to appear. Yes, she was having doubts about this decision, mainly because her mother would not discuss the stories she had heard with her. All her mother would say was that she did not raise a coward, and that Marcia should show enough faith in her mother, and wait for Lady Jennifer to explain everything to her when she chose to begin the initiation into the kingdom.

Marcia did have a volleyball college scholarship to USC, so if joining this kingdom did not turn out to be something she liked, she knew she had other options. Yet joining this kingdom was something she very much wanted, even though she did not know what it was really all about. All she knew for sure was that every man and woman she met through her parents that were members of the kingdom were strong, confident and intelligent people. Every single person she met was someone she admired.

And the children of these people that she grew up with were always happy and healthy, and encouraged to try new things. She never saw one get yelled at, or abused in anyway. They were all good friends who also wanted to join the kingdom when they became an adult, even though they too, were never told specifically what it meant to be a member of the kingdom.

Just as Marcia was getting her nerve back; just as she decided that regardless of what she would have to endure -- she was going to trust the obvious results of what it meant to be in the Kingdom of John -- in walked Lady Jennifer. This lady was quite a sight. The only description needed for her was Viking goddess. Marcia had known Lady Jennifer her entire life, and she always acted in the regal manner her title would expect. She knew she had to be in her fifties, yet she did not look any older than her mother. She was dressed in a long white gown that appeared to cling to her like a second skin, yet moved freely as she approached Marcia.

"Good morning Marcia," the Lady said as she extended her hand. "I'm am so glad you decided to begin your initiation into our kingdom, and particularly pleased that your parents chose my husband and I to guide you."

Marcia immediately rose, and likewise extended her hand to shake Lady Jennifer's. The lady's grip was firm, and Marcia returned that same firm grip, just as her mother had taught her. With that shake she felt something pass between them that seemed to be an anticipation of profound things to come.

"Please, sit down Marcia. We have much to talk about, and many things to accomplish before this day is out."

Both women sat down on the lounge, with Lady Jennifer to the left of Marcia. They sat turned slightly towards each other with their knees just barely touching.

Once they were settled Lady Jennifer began, "I know you have a million questions to ask, and I hope by the end of the day I'll have them all answered, yet at the same time you must show some patience in what you will learn. I have assisted in the initiation of hundreds of women into our kingdom, and they all seem to want to -- metaphorically speaking -- 'build the roof of the house before the walls are up.' At times I'll appear to be evasive in some of my answers, but it is all because I know you need to learn other things first. While some of it will take months, if not years to learn, you should see by the end of the day that there are no more secrets for you about anything concerning this kingdom.

"Now, it is always a bit difficult to get these initiations started, because every girl has different issues, or heard different stories about this kingdom, so I like to begin with seeing what questions you may have that I can answer up front to guide the direction I will take this talk with you. Do you have any?"

Marcia thought for a few moments, then asked "Just the idea of having secrets bothers me. Why have secrets at all? When I ask my mother about any other topic she is always open and honest, but not about the kingdom. Why is that? I think this secrecy leads to all of these horrible stories that I have heard about what happens to women of the kingdom. I know they can't be true, so wouldn't it be better to get the truth out to prevent them?"

"Hmmm... There are some very good questions there that are going to lead us right to where we need to be. First of all, one of the many things that will take years for you to learn is that 'getting the truth out' rarely prevents horrible stories from being told about you. No matter what you do to get the truth out, people will always believe what they want to believe, and you can't control that. We humans have a very serious and fatal flaw in that we prefer to see the world around us in ways that re-enforce what we already believe, rather than to seek to challenge those beliefs.

"The truth of the matter is, we want there to be horrible stories about us. It helps scare off the weak minded from even considering joining us. Not only are there more men and women who want to join our kingdom than we could possibly process, but even if there weren't so many, the only people we are interested in joining are people who can look past their prejudices and fears in order to judge for themselves that we are the decent people we believe we are.

"Before I continue, I would like to ask you a question. Why are you so sure that these stories can't be true?"

This caught Marcia quite by surprise, and the expression on her face confirmed it. "Are you kidding? The things I have heard like the spankings women must endure, and the forced sex with any man. They just can't be true. Not only do none of the people I've met act like social degenerates, but I know my mother quite well, and she would never consent to this."

She said the last part of that with the false bravado of someone who is more hoping that what she is saying is true, rather than really believing it to be so.

"Well.... to put it bluntly," said Lady Jennifer said, "probably most of what you heard is true. As for your mother, I have had her over my lap for a spanking many times. The forced sex with any man is a little exaggerated, but she has had sex with quite a few men ... women too."

Marcia was stunned not only by the direct admission of her worst fears, but also how it did not connect with how she understood her parents to be. With the room starting to spin, and her breath starting to shorten, all she could manage to say was "But Why? ... How can this be true?"

"The why and how of it is going to take a lot to explain. I'm going to have to wait 'til later to get into that."

Marcia went on, "This doesn't make sense. Our family is a good Christian family. We go to the same church you do. It is a sin to have sex outside of marriage. While my mother has always answered any questions I have had about sex, she nonetheless has always stressed that I must not have sex until I am married. So either what you are telling me are lies, or what my mother has been telling me are. Guess who I am more likely to believe?" Marcia finished off angrily.

From the look on Lady Jennifer's face it was clear she did not like the direction this conversation was going in. While she has had similar reactions from some of her initiates, none had taken it this badly. 'Being blunt may not have been the right course' she thought.

"Marcia, you need to calm down for a second. You are allowing your fears and prejudices to hold sway with you. I am not asking you to redefine who you believe your mother to be. If you trust your mother, and have faith in your parents, then maybe what you should be redefining is what it means to be spanked, and have sex with someone other than your spouse."

Lady Jennifer gave Marcia a few moments to think about what she just said, then continued, "Your reaction goes to the heart of why we keep the sexual aspects of our kingdom secret. As a child you can never fully understand adult sexual relationships. More importantly, you could never explain them properly to Child Protection Services, so out of fear of having our children taken from us, we must keep this aspect of our lives secret from you.

"You see, conservative Christians hate us because we don't believe in monogamy, and liberal feminists hate us because we believe women should be deeply and profoundly submissive to men. You must realize that no one is on our side. In order to protect you, to keep you from being taken from us, it was important that you grow up unaware of what is going on. That is the most important reason why there is such secrecy within our kingdom. So whenever we engaged in our sexual activities, you and the other children would be at someone else's house so there would be no chance of any of you seeing anything."

Some of what Lady Jennifer was saying did match up with what Marcia remembered growing up. The kids from many families were often left with one couple or another so the rest of the parents could go out together. Instead of staying home watching TV, the children were always brought together to play, and socialize, with adult supervision. She remembered all of the good times playing with the kids, and didn't give much thought to what the parents might be doing.

Marcia thought some more, then said "That may well explain the secrecy part, but what about it being a sin. I'm a Christian. That means sex with someone other than your spouse is a sin. I thought you and my mother were Christians too, but I guess I was wrong."

When Lady Jennifer replied it wasn't in anger, but it was pretty close. "Since you're just a child, with childish notions of religion, I'll let your judgment of my beliefs pass for now. Since you seem to know everything about what it means to be a Christian, how about answering a few simple questions. First, what was Christ's religion?"

Marcia, feeling slightly chastised and unsure of where this was going, replied, "He was Jewish."

"Very good. Many people say he was a Christian, but Jesus did not set out to start a new religion. With that in mind, did he eat pork?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because it wasn't kosher."

"Do you eat pork?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I guess it's because I am not Jewish."

"So Marcia, how does a religion go from prohibiting the eating of pork to it being OK now? Did Christ tell his disciples that they no longer had to eat kosher?"

Marcia was clearly perplexed by this. She had friends who were Jewish, so she knew all about their customs and beliefs. She also knew that Christ was a Jew, but never made the connection as to why she did not eat kosher. Finally she just shook her head and replied, "I don't know. I have no idea why that should be."

"Before I explain this to you, I believe you should think about how you feel right now. About how you are not so sure about your religious beliefs, and why you believe the things you do. You see, by the end of today you are going to be bombarded with ideas and experiences you have never considered. So making vast pronouncements about what you believe, let alone, what others believe, will not serve you well.

"So Marcia, are you going to keep an open mind about this?"

Marcia nodded timidly, now thoroughly chastised.

"Good. Roughly translated, kosher means 'fit to eat.' Nothing more. Before there was a proper scientific method to determine what to eat, and how to prepare it, early man used religion to accomplish this. This wasn't unique to the Jews; all early civilizations used religion to determine what was 'fit to eat.'

"It's pretty easy to see how pork ended up on the prohibited list because of the disease we now call trichinosis. The early Jews saw people prepare pork in the same manner for beef, yet some who ate it ended up dying a particularly nasty death. These early Jews just chalked it up as God not wanting people to eat pork, and He was willing to kill you if you did. Hence, eating pork became prohibited.

"Having eccentric eating requirements was not a problem for Jews because they had no desire to see their religion spread. The early Christians were different -- still are for that matter. It was very important for them to see their faith spread from land to land, but early on, they ran into a problem of getting other cultures to eat kosher -- circumcision did not go over very well either. These Christians finally decided that is was more important to get others to accept Christ as their savior than it was to get them to change what and how they ate. Put simply, they decided to use reason, and not religion, to determine what was 'fit to eat.'

"In much the same way, we of this kingdom have decided to use reason, and not religion, to determine what proper sexual conduct is. For primitive, or simplistic minds, limiting sex to just those who are married made sense as a way to deal with sexually transmitted diseases, or unwanted pregnancies. Yet we see this as practical as dealing with the problems of auto accidents by requiring you to drive on roads that no one else is on. Sure it will work, but it's not very realistic, because it doesn't fit in the world we live in. For religious people to look at the problem of pedophile priests, and evangelists having sex with hookers, and say religion is an effective means to govern sexual conduct, is absurd."

Lady Jennifer paused for a few moments, then spoke some words that Marcia couldn't believe. "There is something that I have been dancing around that will only get more difficult to avoid as we go along. I think what is important is that you experience something that will help you understand much of what I will tell you later. It's now time that I get you over my lap for a spanking." And as Lady Jennifer said this she seemed to have produced a paddle out of nowhere.

Both the words Marcia heard, and the paddle she saw, slammed into her like a brick, and made breathing quite difficult for her. The paddle she saw was like a ping-pong paddle, but the paddle part was narrower. Then she noticed another difference. The handle was longer, and had a rounded end, much like the vibrator she kept hidden under bed.

This was getting to be too much for Marcia. She was frozen in her spot, and could barely sputter out "But... but why?"

"There's no way I can explain why," said Lady Jennifer. She then went into an analogy she has told prior to getting every new girl across her lap. "How well do you think you could describe something as simple as rain? Imagine yourself standing in a warm summer rain; think carefully about how that would feel. Then pretend that I am someone who grew up in the Sahara desert; I'm someone who has never experienced rain. How well could you use the language you have at your disposal to describe that feeling well enough that when I finally found myself in a warm summer rain, I would be able to say that what you described is exactly what I experienced? Could you do that?"

Marcia thought for a few moments, but eventually she had to shake her head no.

Lady Jennifer continued, "That's the problem with words. They really are quite inadequate to describe, or represent, much of what we encounter in life, yet civilized society puts a great deal of importance in them. Sometimes all you can do is just trust others who have gone before you. Sometimes you have to do as they say, and hope understanding will follow."

Lady Jennifer let that sink in a little, then went on "I still have a couple more things to say, but I think they are best said with you over my lap, so come on, lean over." She passed the paddle from her left hand to her right then patted her left thigh as an invitation for Marcia.

Marcia still couldn't move. She was completely torn between her desire to please Lady Jennifer, and doing something that was so totally alien to her. Her parents spanked her when she was very young, so being spanked was not something she had never experienced. Yet her parents made it clear to her that spanking children was only permitted in the kingdom when the child directly disobeyed the parents, never just for doing something wrong. Since she had not done anything wrong, let alone directly disobeyed Lady Jennifer, she could not fathom why this was happening. The pull between lying across Lady Jennifer's lap, and bolting from her bedroom was so great, it left her frozen where she was.

"Marcia, I'm starting to get a little impatient with you." Actually, she wasn't. She just wanted to appear that she was. Lady Jennifer knew that the mothers of this kingdom did not raise their daughters to be pushovers. Marcia's reaction was even to be expected. But she also knew that this tack was the best course of action to get her across her lap.

"I am going to be devoting a great deal of time and effort in preparing you for entry into this kingdom, and I need to know whether you have the strength of character to be of any benefit to it. I don't want to waste my time on any woman whose self-confidence is so fragile that she can't endure the pain and humiliation of what I am about to subject you to.

"Entry into this kingdom comes with a commitment on our part to always be on your side, and to do what we consider is in your best interest. On your part, you need to demonstrate that you trust us... that you trust that no matter how painful or humiliating something we command of you is, you know you will never actually be harmed.

"So now you have a very important choice to make. Either you get across my lap right now, or walk out that door, and never consider joining this kingdom."

Once again Marcia had to think about the end result of why she was joining this kingdom. She knew she could trust her mother, so with a great deal of trepidation, she slowly laid herself across Lady Jennifer's lap.

For over 20 years Lady Jennifer has been issuing this ultimatum to young women, and even though no one has ever chosen to leave, she never feels certain that they are going to go over her lap until they do. The thrill she gets when a strong, intelligent and beautiful young woman like Marcia, who has many options in life, yet chooses to lie across her lap for a spanking, will never be something she'll get tired of. She took a few moments to savor the experience by slowing stroking Marcia's skirt over her firm, young ass.

Marcia was now positioned along the length of the lounge. Lady Jennifer was in the middle with her calves against the edge, and Marcia's bottom was positioned perfectly out towards Lady Jennifer's knees, and slightly to the right.

"I'm very proud of the choice you have just made, and I'm even grateful of the trust you have given me. What you are about to experience will not just be painful, but will also go on for a long time, so I'll expect you to endure it with the inner strength I know you have. I said I have a couple more things to mention, and both are meant to help you deal with this.
"The first thing you need to know is that you are not responsible for how your body is going to respond to this spanking. Even now, before I have laid the first stroke on you, your breath is short, your heart is racing, and I know that if I were to slide my hand between your legs I would probably find damp panties."

Marcia didn't want to believe what Lady Jennifer was saying, but she knew it to be true. She never considered herself to be a lesbian, but now she couldn't help thinking about how much she would like Lady Jennifer to reach up her skirt, and touch her now dampening panties.

"This is not your fault, and your body is responding to this just how God intended your body to respond. Remember that." The next thing Lady Jennifer said made Marcia think she was reading her mind. "And no Marcia, you are not a lesbian. You need to understand that your body is not responding to me because I am a woman. It is responding to me because what you are doing is a profound act of submission.

"And this brings us to the second point I want to make, and that is the dual concepts of domination and submission. In most of our relationships in life we want them to be the same -- we want them to be 'fair' -- but not with our sexual relationships. With them we seek someone who is our opposite so that we can combine with each other to make a whole. Even homosexuals usually break into masculine and feminine roles. Yet masculine and feminine are not adequate to describe what we want in sexual relationships.

"I don't expect you to fully understand what I am telling you right now. I am just telling you enough so that you will have a framework to build an understanding on. The most important thing of this framework to keep in mind is that neither domination nor submission can exist without the other. That means both must have equal power. If you are thinking that because the dominant person is making all of the decisions, so that means the dominant one is the one with all of the power, then you do not, and I repeat, DO NOT understand the duality of domination and submission. This is because submission does not mean passive. Proper submission is very active, and the more active the submission, the greater the domination."

With that, Lady Jennifer used her left hand to raise the hem of Marcia's skirt, exposing her white panties. "Again, I don't expect you to understand all of this now. In fact, the only thing I want you focusing on is enduring this." Lady Jennifer then delivered with the paddle in her right hand a loud smack, followed by an explosion of pain in the middle of Marcia's ass.

She gave Marcia a few moments to digest that first smack, and then laid twenty in rapid succession on various parts of her panty-covered bottom. While she was delivering them she calmly said "Feel free to express yourself in any way you want. Cry, scream, whatever you feel like saying, go right ahead. Just keep your hands above your head, and your feet firmly planted on the lounge."

At first Marcia was too shocked to respond in any way possible, but eventually she found her voice, and the screaming commenced. This was followed quickly by a profuse amount crying and tears.

Once the initial twenty were done, Lady Jennifer slid the edge of the paddle down the crotch of Marcia's panties. She told Marcia to open her legs a little, and as the paddle continued down, it made contact with her clit. This hit Marcia like an electric shock forcing her to actually squeeze her legs together, rather than open them. Lady Jennifer quickly pulled up the paddle, and crashed it back down on the backs of her thighs. "I said open them!" and Marcia quickly complied.

Lady Jennifer then continued the spanking at a slower pace, and varied her slaps between Marcia's bottom and thighs. As time went on Lady Jennifer would flip the paddle around in her hand, and use the tip of the handle to stroke Marcia's crotch between the spanks she was delivering. Eventually she was spending more time rubbing her crotch with the handle than she was spanking her bottom with it. All the while she was careful that she did not come in contact with her clit.

This was putting Marcia into a state that she never dreamed possible. For as long as she could remember she had always played with herself, and lately she had been able to bring herself to what she thought were intense orgasms. Yet this experience was teaching her that she had no idea what sexual excitement was really all about.

After what appeared to be hours to Marcia, but was actually more like twenty minutes, Lady Jennifer paused in her spanking and said, "Raise your hips up a little, I want to pull your panties off." This was something Marcia was in full agreement with. She raised her hips and spread her legs to help Lady Jennifer pull off her now soaked panties.

Once they were off, and as Marcia was settling in for more of the same, she was struck by how much she wanted this to continue AND stop at the same time. These were completely contradictory emotions, yet she couldn't deny either was true.

Lady Jennifer continued with the very painful spanking, but when she turned the paddle around, she now started to enter Marcia's vaginal lips. Initially she would only part her lips, and rub a little before continuing to spank her, but as time went on, the handle penetrated deeper and deeper.

Lady Jennifer took note of the fact that she did not have to break Marcia's hymen. This was usually the case with the daughters she initiated from members within the kingdom. Mothers of the kingdom usually made sure, at least surreptitiously, that their daughters had access to objects other than pencils and such, so that they could use them to break the hymen themselves. If not, the pain of the spanking was always an ideal opportunity to break it. Any woman who has it done then, hardly notices it, considering the pain on her bottom has all of her attention.

Marcia was now completely lost in the attention she was receiving. With every thrust of the handle into her, she was pushing back. She knew she was building up to something, but her limited experience could not help her comprehend what was going on. Somewhere from within the haze of what she was lost in, she heard her name being called.

"Marcia....Marcia?"

Shaking away the fog she replied, "Yes?"

"Marcia, I want to roll you on to your back. Work with me on this,"

The first thing that entered Marcia's mind was panic; panic that the spanking might be over. She may not have understood what was going on with her, but she knew full well that she wasn't done. "No... Please spank me more!"

"Oh don't you worry about that. I'm just moving your spanking into a more intimate phase," Lady Jennifer reassured.

With that, Lady Jennifer set her paddle aside then reached with her right hand to grab the back of Marcia's right knee, with her thumb on the outside and fingers inside. She then pushed out and up, lifting Marcia's leg over Lady Jennifer's head. At the same time she used her left hand to guide Marcia's right shoulder back towards her. Marcia then ended up on her back, with her right leg resting on Lady Jennifer's shoulder. The transition was very smooth, as if the Lady had done this a thousand times.

This left Marcia completely exposed to Lady Jennifer. Marcia never felt so vulnerable in her life. She didn't know how, but she felt that Lady Jennifer could make or break her. The issue of trusting her was now moot. It was a given. It was without any question or doubt.

Marcia was staring up into Lady Jennifer's eyes, and she was staring back. Finally the Lady broke the silence. "From now until we are finished I expect you to be looking into my eyes. You are to never look away. Do you understand?"

Marcia nodded.

"That is the last non-verbal response you are ever to give me. Also, from now until your initiation is complete you will refer to me as Mistress Jennifer. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Jennifer." Marcia always caught on fast.

"Very good." Lady Jennifer picked up the paddle, and delivered a painful smack to the inside of Marcia's right thigh, which elicited an agonizing yell from her. She then turned the paddle upside down and delivered another smack to the inside of the left thigh, which again brought out another painful cry from Marcia.

"How long may I continue to spank your thighs, Marcia?" Lady Jennifer asked.

Marcia shocked herself with how much she honestly answered her when she said, "As long as you wish, Mistress Jennifer." There was no doubt in her mind that she would endure anything for her.

Lady Jennifer continued working on each thigh, starting slightly above the knee, and slowly working towards Marcia's sex. The closer she got to Marcia's vagina, the less Marcia was even able to yell. Her breathing was now nothing but ragged gasps, and her mind was nearly delirious.

The smacks were now so close to her mound that Lady Jennifer couldn't swing without hitting it. Then, careful not to make contact with her clit, the mistress landed a playful slap down the length of Marcia's already swollen, and soaked, vaginal lips.

This caused Marcia to begin an orgasm of the likes she could never have dreamed. Immediately, Lady Jennifer plunged the handle down her exposed sex. With her right hand pumping the paddle in and out, and the other hand circling and massaging her clit, Marcia's orgasm only continued to build until she was literally gushing across Lady Jennifer's lap.

Lady Jennifer then began to slowly bring Marcia back to earth. As Marcia finally regained eye contact, and was beginning to regain consciousness, her mistress flipped her leg back over her head, then reached under her shoulders to pull Marcia into a deep passionate kiss. After an initial surprise, Marcia returned the kiss just as passionately.

After a few minutes of kissing and caressing each other, Lady Jennifer pulled back a little so that she could look into Marcia's eyes again. "You see, Marcia, the members of this kingdom use sex in the same manner that all married couples should use it. We are committed to each other just like in a marriage, and sex is an important part of establishing a bond that is far more intimate, and solid, than can be achieved by just shaking hands.

"The spanking you received was very integral to the process of introducing sex between us. It broke down your inhibitions like no other way could. We could not have just sat down together and started making out. Yet that is where we needed to be, and the spanking you received is what got us there.

"Do you understand now why I said I could never explain why this spanking was necessary?"

With her breath not quite returned to normal, Marcia replied, "Yes Mistress Jennifer, I do."

"Are you going to trust me as we move forward?"

"Without question Mistress Jennifer."

When Marcia had finally regained awareness of her surroundings, she saw the evidence of her orgasm all around her. In a panic she cried "Oh!!! .... I am so sorry Mistress Jennifer! I'm so sorry I made such a mess of your dress!"

"That's alright," Lady Jennifer replied reassuringly. "Your response to what I did to you was exactly as I had hoped it would be. Now how about we both get cleaned up before continuing?"

Lady Jennifer slowly got Marcia up onto her feet, and then gingerly led her off to her en suite Jacuzzi. As she was helping her along she thought, 'Yes, Marcia is going to be quite a nice addition to this kingdom. And particularly after a performance like that, I can't wait to get that pretty face of hers between my thighs.'

~ End of Chapter 1 ~ Marcia's Introduction ~

Author's Note:

This is just a teaser chapter; a mere portent of things to come. Whether you are an atheist or religious; liberal or conservative; if you believe that combining sex, politics and religion to be offensive, then continue no further, because YOU WILL BE OFFENDED. If on the other hand, you are the type of person that seeks to challenge your beliefs, which only makes them stronger, rather than simply reinforcing your beliefs, which only makes them pointless, then read on.... and enjoy.