Christliche Erziehung
Datum: 28.04.2018,
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BDSM
Autor: Anonym
... wicked, so you must come up out of those clothes that we may see if you are aroused so that you can properly admit to it.
Klaus laughed and said Haha, forget that you two! Lets promise not to enforce these crazy rules when no one is around?
Yeah we all three agreed. While we had been raised to believe in God and all, most of the things that we were being taught about wickedness, salvation, humility and suffering were all new to us. And we werent buying into any of it.
For the next few days, it was life pretty much as I described the first few days. We began to grow more and more familiar with their ways and accustomed to seeing each other in what could only be seen as humiliating ways by the standards in which we were raised up to this point.
Our schooling we were told was in the ways of the local county, which had no public school. As a rural area of primarily Mormons, they believed in home schooling, and education in the church on the Sabbath. So we spent some time in the study of various text books from the 1960s with pages missing, and the Book of Mormon.
On Sunday, we were dressed in homespun dresses of blue and pink, with white shoes. The men wore suits. The preacher spoke of Hell and Brimstone, and for such a loving group of peaceful people, I found it strange they were so focused on teachings about the punishment of the wicked.
We had enough education to be respectful of everyone and mind our manners, but we were still initially treated to dirty ...
... looks and ignored. Our uncle and aunt noticed that we were being treated like outsiders, so they made us feel as if we were part of the community and introduced us around. They took us to a nice sunny picnic by a lake after church and we played and laughed with sack races, potato salad, and sunshine. Kids can be cruel to each other, but when there is fun to be had, they frequently forget such pettiness, for a while.
When we got home that night, unlike the weekday evenings, we were told to remove our Sunday best at the door and to get on all fours in the front room. Trying not to sigh, we gave a Yes Maam as Aunt Kathy disappeared into the kitchen and Uncle Monty sat down in his chair to read the Bible, not taking notice of us slipping out of our clothes and setting them folded on the ground.
Kneeling so that our faces were towards Uncle Monty, I felt my aunts finger touch my asshole with some cold cream. I immediately jerked my head around to look at her and she forced it back to look straight ahead. She applied the same cream to my brother and sister.
We said not a word, as I was the first to take the enema tube in my asshole. It went in and I could immediately feel the warm water rushing into my bowels. My eyes stretched open wide and Uncle Monty, looking up from his reading, couldnt help but laugh at the shock on my face.
Oh fret not, girl. All good Christians take this once a week at the very least. Aunt Kathy said as I waited for it to fill my backside and do its ...