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Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BISHOP'S PUNISHMENT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ IF you are offended by any of this, that is your problem, since this is only a fun fantasy based solely upon having been around those young missionaries only as someone like I would have been. It was in the heat of the summer and we had recently had a new building finished and I, then being a Bishop, moved into the new office. And about the same time we had a new missionary move to the area. The older companion had only been with us a short time before his even older companion moved on. So with all the confusion of moving to a new building the missionaries were far from personal consideration as they were mostly on their own and their leaders. Our ward did use them as best we could and I did meet with them and others at times for the usual ward informational meetings. Most times when we got a new missionary they were busy getting use to the area as well as eating and/or visiting with members. When I could I would invite them to join my family for dinner or meet them at lunch in town, but it was not something I did more than once or twice all the time a missionary was at our ward. I really had much to do other than entertaining missionaries. There was one day, a very hot one I recall, when I was busy sorting and putting things away in some spare time that I managed to find when the missionaries appeared at my work office at. It could have been the heat that brought them there that day, so I thought. Missouri is known for humidity on hot days. They both announced themselves and were let in to see me. I had them sit and relax while I put away a few things to clear up the office some. While I was doing that I paid attention to what they were chatting about and asking a few questions about how things were going for them. Before long the new missionary asked me if he could get a meeting with me later on, either there or at my chapel office so he could discuss something with me. I had wondered why, but being most people rather surprise their Bishop in privacy, I did not ask why, but only agreed to a time when we could be alone. It was the next week before I got to see the missionaries again. If I remember correctly, it was Sunday evening after all were gone for the day from the chapel so I could be alone with them/him. The newer missionary, who asked for the time, asked if I would mind if his companion waited outside of my office while we talked. I had no idea nor concern about why, so I agreed as long as they were okay with it. At first the young missionary was very nervous, so naturally I felt the need to set him at ease some. As I was attempting to do, so he simple blurted out that he needed a spanking. He took me completely off guard. I asked him to repeat what he said and again he reported his need for a spanking. 'Whoa!' I said to myself. Then the missionary slowly began to tell me how that when he was a 'bad boy' his dad would give him a spanking. I understood that, but I failed to understand why he would want to ask me or rather a Bishop to spank him. I sat and listened to him until he finished telling me before I asked why he, a young man at his age, would think he needed a spanking. In his eyes I could see the hurt as well as the tears begin. The young man told me that he had bad thoughts that took him over at times and he thought if he got a spanking, like he used to get from his dad it might help him to get over those thoughts. I felt that I needed to ask about his thoughts, but I also knew it was more his mission president's need to know than it was mine. I left it alone and tried to refer him to his own leadership, but he felt the distance to travel there each time he 'needed' a spanking would not be good. I tended to agree that the mileage would not be worth it perhaps. I did ask how he thought his dad or his mission president would think about it. He assured me that they were okay with it. I asked how he knew that. Again he assured me that they would agree with his need for a spanking and that I was the one to do it. This was a real fix for me, but I seemed to be cornered the moment. It had been years since I had need to spank my sons and did not like having to do it. But I did know the reasons for the most part back then. Reluctantly, I agreed to his wishes and made sure that his companion was aware before we started any disciplinary action. He said his companion knew he came to talk with me about taking his father's place for the moment. I was not sure if that was clear to his companion, but I decided it was enough without getting too involved. Maybe it was not clear to myself even, anything to help. So, I asked how his father did his duty to his son to go about giving him a spanking. He told me that he put him over his legs like a child and whipped his butt with his hand. That seemed clear enough to me, so I sat a chair in the middle of the room where I could do the spanking in the open. I sat down there waiting for the young man to bend over my legs when all of a sudden he released his trousers and lower part of his garments, presenting me with his bare bottom to spank. He laid across me as I sat there stunned. The feel of his warm (hot) skin against my pant legs gave me a strange feeling. I looked down at his bare butt and could see his soft skin with a bit of light hair facing me. My mind thought about how nice it would have been to rub his bareness with my hands, but instead I had to spank it. It seemed like a long time, but perhaps only 15 seconds, before I raised my hand to the square as I let it drop to his skin. The touch of him gave me a bit of a thrill and I quickly removed my hand to begin the cycle again. Down went my hand again and he called for me to do it harder. I did as he said, like I was a robot taking a command. After about 10-15 good spanks I asked if he was going to be better. He agreed to be good boy. Slowly he raised himself from my legs and as he did I could not miss seeing his penis nearly all erect from the beating he got. It was cut, very smooth like a young boy would have been and there was light hair all around his testies and penis. As he stood for the few seconds before he pulled up his garments and trousers, I could see that he was about five to five and a half inches long with more to go if he were fully erect. The sight of that young man was so that I felt a bit faint at first. It could have been the fact that blood was changing location rather quickly. The missionary fastened himself together before he went to the door to let his companion know he was nearly ready to leave. As he closed the door again, he thanked me and asked if he could call upon me again when needed. I nodded my head, he shook my hand and he left. For a matter of minutes I set there and thought about what had just happened and so quickly I had no time to respond. At least I thought not. I then realized I was very stimulated. It thought about how embarrassing it might have been had the missionary noticed. If he had, nothing was ever mentioned. I was called upon a few more times to provide the needed spankings before the missionary went to a new assignment. If you have any thoughts about this incident (of my mind) please let me know. You want to know the missionary's reason for 'needing' a spanking, write me with your ideas. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Submitted by Chucketal, Keene, NH 03431 © Copyright (c) 2001. Thanks for reading this. I welcome and appreciate your suggestions, constructive comments, corrections to my writings and questions. If you like what I have written, you became involved or you wish to add your thoughts and emotions, please feel free to email me. <chucketal@email.com> If you are interested in my TRUE stories from boyhood, let me know.