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By E Cansell (ecansel470@hotmail.com)


As told by an old congregational sectarian...

It was warm early Southern Arizona morning; to begin like no other Morning will ever occur again. There was a commotion in the Kitchen where my wife Margaret was preparing breakfast. The Boys were arguing and blaming each other for some bad deed they have done.

"Timothy did it, he tried to blame it on me," cried Carlos.

"That a lie, that's a big stinkin lie," retorted Timothy.

"Ssshh, sssshh, sssshh, your dad is the next room quiet," commanded Margaret.

I thought it was just another one of the Kids disagreements or one their many trivial fights which Margaret always tried to spare me from.

That morning at church, a small evangelical church of which we were members of in rural southern Arizona, I noticed a cold attitude towards our family a shunning if you will. At the end of the Services the Pastor made an announcement inquiring if anybody knew of information regarding the breakage of windows and an attempted arson on the Church building to please come forward and speak to the Pastor at the end of the Service.

Our church was a very conservative congregation, one of a kind if you will. We did not watch television, or movies, or dancing. If a sister appeared with too much make-up, it was bought to her attention and made to correct the problem. And due to the strict standards the youth in our church benefited in that they were not as wild, or disobedient as in other churches. The Pastor and the elders were very quick to correct any deviation or problem that threaten the Integrity of the Congregation. They were soon in your house preaching correction to their members.

That same evening at night my wife and I began to discuss the cold shoulder we got at church today. And indeed it seemed odd, when the issue of the window breakage came up and the "Fire" someone tried to set at the rear corner of the Church. My Wife suddenly confided to me and made me promise not to let this information out of the House and I unconsciously agreed.

"The boys did it Arno, our boys did it, that's what the argument in the Kitchen was about this morning, I can't believe the boys did it,..Arno!" sobbed Margaret.

"Oh my god, " I said in disbelief, "now what are we going to do?"

Margaret and I came to an agreement after much discussion that we were not going to volunteer any information, in the hopes that this would go away and in the Meantime we would come down hard on the Boys. And this we did.

After a couple more Sundays of church services and receiving the cold shoulder. I began to fear that somebody knew something of this matter and was not coming forth. Suddenly the Pastor approached me and said "Brother Arno I am afraid we have something very serious to discuss with you and your Wife." A lump in may throat formed immediately and I was speechless. "Is it O.K. if we discuss this with you tonight at you home?" I agreed and Margaret prepared some coffee and biscuits for the evening.

Pastor James arrived this evening along with three of the Church Elders, and we invited them in and cordially offered them Coffee. Prior to this I sent the Boys to their Aunt for the evening to afford us the space.

"Brother Arno, the purpose for the visit tonight is a fact finding mission in behalf of the congregation," commented the Pastor after a swig of Coffee. "It has come to our attention that your Sons were involved in the mayhem inflicted on the Church Building and there are two witness to the that fact."

"Oh god, I knew it, I knew it," I sadly murmured shaking my head from side to side.

"Actually I knew of it before Arno did," my wife confessed trying to defend my honor. "I knew of it a week before Arno but I was afraid of telling him in fear he would go into a rage."

"Why did you not then come to me," the Pastor quizzed in impatience.

"I was not going to turn my boys in without my Husbands Knowledge," she defiantly answered.

"Brother Arno, then why did you not come forth after you found out that your Boys were responsible?" quizzed brother Gilbert.

"I guess I am also guilty of trying to hide the deed, I guess being protective of my Sons," I nervously answered.

"Mister Betencourt."

("O, Oh!, all of sudden now it is Mister Betencourt not Brother Arno).

"Mister Betencourt this is very serious offense against the congregation, this is a case of Ex-communication! Mister Betencourt!"

At this point my wife was close to tears her whole disposition changed her facial expression was now of disaster and I felt I was loosing my strength in my upper body.

"Mister Betencourt," now a third Elder Anthony now spoke up as he opened a small notebook. As you know this is now a case for the Authorities. Of course you have two choices which we are willing to consider if you agree to one of them. You can accept the Discipline of the Congregation and be redeemed before the lord and congregation. Or if you do not accept the Discipline of the Church you will have to submit to the discipline of the Authorities. And that as you know involves the court, lawyers, fines, and you may even be charged in protecting a criminal, being an accomplice in this case and excommunication from the Church. In any case the Choice is yours Mister Betencourt. What do you think? The Choice is yours if you would like to discuss this in private with your Wife in your bedroom we will gladly wait here for you answer."

Margaret and I then retreated to the privacy of our bedroom. We went over our thoughts; our fears, our guilt and our final decision finally alighted from the room. "We accept the Church discipline," I announced thinking that I would have to cover the cost of Repairs and labor besides being put on probation in the Congregation.

"Fine," said the Pastor sternly, raising an eyebrow insinuating for Brother Anthony to continue.

"The Congregation discipline is not an easy one either, you may opt to for the other if you wish, in either case the punishment and forgiveness involves a lot of emotional pain that you or your Wife may not be able to bear."

"Have others been able to go through this process successfully also?" I questioned without trying to pry to deep and thus offend the Staunch Brother Anthony.

"Oh yes, in the past Ten years we have had 3 couples that have gone through this and they surely have been blessed up until now. I will lend you a copy of Congregational Discipline procedure so that you can review it."

He passed me the gray covered book and I quickly glanced at it and affirmed our prior agreement to be disciplined by the Church.

"O.K. then I will instruct my wife Anna to come over and assist you in the preparation of Discipline and Procedure."

That evening after we put the boys to sleep my Wife and I began to review the Gray 2-inch thick book with great curiosity. The book went into great boring detail of crime and punishment and the benefits of Forgiveness and Blessings. Our interest was crimes against the Church of which pages we delved in. The book described the confessional procedures and what seemed like a cleansing ritual, in which we would have to bathe in an herbal bath and fast for a day prior to Discipline, Forgiveness and Blessings. It talks about prayer offered by a Pastor and an elderly sister in behalf of the Offenders. Also about blessings being poured upon the repentant. The elderly sister according the book shall bless each vessel. The boring book reads in part: "should cleanse* (ref sec 1 p.23) the Brothers vessels**(ref sec 6 pg. 31 pp 3) of any impurity and anoint*** and bless the wife with sacred oil (each from his own vessel.)

Footnote

* (ref sec 1 p.23) **(ref sec 6 pg. 31 pp 3) ***(ref sec 6 pg 34 pp 2) see also addendum no. A12 (ref sec 5 pg 3 pp 2 Page 78)

The book contain scriptural texts and numerous references to the indexes and reference section Soon drowsiness overcame us and the interest waned, we agreed to read it some other time and we went to sleep.

The following week sister Anna arrived on Sunday evening. Again we sent the Kids to my sister house. That evening she engaged in friendly conversation asking for a pot to boil some herbs, she bought her supplies that consisted of a gallon of distilled water and Licorice weed and other assorted items. As she prepared the Items she then asked us to retire to the living room. She then bought the preparations and set them down on the coffee table, covering her head with a shawl she began a lengthy prayer. She uncovered a steaming pot of herbs which comingled with incense, she then retrieved a fragrant Licorice branch and softly flogged our foreheads.

"There, there," she said, "blessed be thee, blessed be thee."

"Remove your clothing please," she whispered, "there, there," she motioned.

"Huh?" I thought as I turned giving my wife a puzzled look "What the H---," I grunted in thought as old Sister Anna put her spindly finger on my pants and unbuttoned them.

My Wife was watching in awe as she went about her duties in this ritualistic ministration. She then gave us each a cup of tea to relax our nerves, which later I learned, consisted of some kind of natural sedative. My Wife shrugged her shoulder as if saying, "I don't know."

Well I thought, "I can remove my clothing before my chiropractor. Why not?"

My Wife soon followed her hand signals indicating the same. Standing in boxer shorts and my Wife in her slip wondering what follows next. Sister Anna then looked up in puzzlement, as she motioned "all, all, take it off," steaming herbal scent emanated from the pot below us as she commenced to rub my arms with the warm herbal solution motioning with her left hand to Margaret to remove her slip.

In a spiritual cleansing manner she continued rubbing and softly flogging me with the fragrant Licorice weed. Murmuring in prayer she went down my thighs and then paused then her prayers getting louder "cleanse thee from thy wicked spirits, bless thee, O' lord," in the blink of an eye she grasped the end of my Penis flicked my foreskin back exposing my glands. Carefully she cleansed my flaccid manhood exploring the size of my testicles bathing them in herbal potion.

My Wife was speechless as she watched the unusual spectacle unfolding right before her sedated eyes, for up until now she was the only one who manhandled me. Her prayers continued incessantly as my Manhood grew to maturity revealing its veined and proud muscular demeanor. With practiced skill she rolled back my foreskin to its place, collecting a drop of my pre-cum on a mint leaf and to my curiosity burning it on a votive candle flame chanting "wicked, wicked, wicked seed, burn wicked seed."

Opened mouthed; I was surprised at the mean ritual exhibited before us. Smoke fragrantly bathing my genitalia she ended my sensual ministration with gentle whippings of Licorice weed. No longer able to stand I slowly reclined on the Sofa.

Sister Anna then began the same ministrations on Margaret after another lengthy prayer; she bathed her entire body with the steaming herbal solution. By this time Margaret and I were quite relaxed and content with ritualistic proceedings, she worked conscientiously solution behind her ears, her face, and between my Wife toes. She worked her breast gently applying herbal mixture on her areolas then making her lye on her back. Then she motioned in a low tone, "We must now cleanse her womb, please pass me the gourd," Mr. Betencourt.

I quickly obeyed her request as I curiously under the influence of the Tea observed the methodical process. She filled the Gourd with the herbal solution and then rubbed the long spout with butter after a short prayer she asked me hold a small pan under my Wife's vagina. As Margaret folded her legs up giving Sister Anna full access to her private part. Holding the tip of the Spout with her left hand and parting her vaginal lips with her aged thumb and index finger; she slip in the Spout of the Gourd pouring in the herbal cleansing potion. Chanting "blessed be thy womb, blessed be thy womb free from all unclean spirits, free from the wicked one, blessed be thy womb." And so, for the next six days the ritual continued until Sunday.

That evening ended at 10:00 P.M. with small conversation with Sister Anna relayed how she always performed this cleansing ritual prior to the Sunday Punishment and Blessing at the request of the Pastor her husband and the 3 elders. She also complained how she was tiring of this stressful responsibility, "I am up in years you know and at 72 it does not get any easier." After she left Margaret and I went over the bizarre ritual we just experienced.

"Well I guess it can't get any worse, I think Sunday will come and go and we will finally get on with our life," I surmised.

"Yea, you know it was weird, we have been in this church for eight years. We have never experienced anything like this, all-though I remember 2 years ago hearing gossip about Sister Susan Martin having been reprimanded; when her young son stole a car and then the newspaper carried the story that he was a member of our congregation. Also there was sister Alexander when we first joined she and her husband were reprimanded several times.

Sunday

During Sunday morning services the whole congregation still shunned us and we felt pretty bad as you can imagine. We wanted to make things right again and be approved; we hungered to belong to the fold again. The Pastor approached me in private in a corner and said "Well Mister Bettencourt tonight at 7:00 P.M. we meet in the prayer room."

"We'll be there," I nervously answered. Sunday was the longest day that I could remember in a long time.

Finally arriving at 6:45 P.M. we were greeted by the Pastor "Good even Mister and Mrs. Betencourt, come on in." We solemnly walked in and picked a seat laying our hymnbook and bible down and then we returned up front towards the lobby area as we were again greeted by arriving members; the elders, and a couple of the young men. Finally then last but not least Sister Anna wearing her typical dress and shawl. My wife and sister Anna were the only females in this evening meeting.

Pastor Anthony then motioned Sister Anna and us into the prayer room along with two brothers bearing Sister Anna's provisions. Once in, the two brothers left the room. Sister Anna immediately set about her chores in setting up her ritualistic implements. All the while Pastor Anthony summoned us to corner with him went about into a very lengthy prayer which lasted about half an hour. Sister Anna then offered us some hot tea prepared there in the room while we prayed. After consuming the Tea I felt very, very relaxed, even more so than during our sessions at home.

Sister Anna once again motion us to remove our clothing which was no longer a big deal since we have done this so many times before during cleansing. Standing naked in the room before Pastor Anthony and Sister Anna, I noticed the Pastor visually examining my wife and me of course. With the steaming herbal solution rising and permeating the air with incense also working its way about the dimly lit room. Once again we were bathed in herbal solution. Sister Anna right before her husbands eyes took a hold of my manhood without wincing flipped the foreskin back and cleansed my genitalia rolling my testicles in left her hand as if she was somehow sizing them up.

My penis then began to strengthen up and display its manly quality, oozing a drop of pre-cum and once again Sister Anna caught it on a mint leaf. Chanting "wicked, wicked, wicked seed, burn wicked seed," while she held it over a votive candle and burned and sizzled as the Pastor and my Wife looked on. I then consciously thought "is that how wicked my seed is? It must be because of my two sons that I produced that she pronounces my seed wicked."

Soon after this the Pastor reached up the wall to a handle and pulled out a large bed, during all these years in this prayer room for other functions I never new this bed existed. Pastor Anthony then directed us to lye down face down on the large and very comfortable bed. Sister Anna then secured our hands in wooden locks (stocks) built into the headboard so well designed and ornamentally built in that if you did not search for them you would not know they were there. Facing down with our hands locked, I turned to look at Margaret lying along side me in the same predicament and smiled at her in our inebriated tea induced lethargy.

Sister Anna began to rub a cream on our buttocks while the Pastor prayed. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw Sister Anna adjusting a leather strap and raising her right Arm to swing...

"Swooooooooooosh."

"Snap!"

"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHiiiiiiiiiiiii," I screamed as the searing pain penetrated my ass.

"Swooooooooooooooosh."

"Snap!"

"IIIIIIAAAaaaaaaaaaggghttt," screamed Margaret as the leather strap burned her derriŠre. "Wicked, wicked, wicked seed, wicked, wicked womb remove thy wickedness, and be no more," chanted Sister Anna.

"Swooooooooooosh."

"Snap!"

"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHiiiiiiiiiiiii," I shrieked as the second whip penetrated my ass. "Swooooooooooooooosh."

"Snap!"

"IIIIIIIIIAAAAAaaaaaaaaaggghttt," screamed Margaret as her buttocks trembled with pain.

At this point I knew now the hated crime against the Church was truly emphasized as to the hurt our sons inflicted on the congregation.

"Oh, Gawd," my Wife cried in tears for we were getting our just punishment and what ever penance we would incur following I now thought would be just. "Beside it could not get much worse that this!" But how erred my estimation would prove to be.

Next we were release from our stocks and given two more cups of Tea. I was then seated in a chair bound by a huge leather belt around my torso.

Sister Anna then retrieved an odd looking hard cushion placed it on the bed. "Mrs. Betencourt," Sister Anna motioned, "Lay down here. There we go," as she accommodated Margaret.

My wife was now lying on her back with pelvis up and legs down and opened to the side. "We offer thy womb as a sacrifice to you and the congregation," she murmured while handling the Gourd.