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It was surely the worst dinner of my life.  My friend’s father had ransacked my friend’s phone found the totally private pictures of my backside and more and emailed them to my father and who knows else.  Dad most inappropriately and rudely shared then at dinner with the entire family.  That behavior and especially the interrogation was definitely not dinner appropriate conversation especially with my kid sister, my brother’s girl friend and even my mother present.© Y Lee Coyote

Fortunately he deferred more discussion to after dinner privately in his den complete with a strapping albeit with my big brother and his camera-equipped phone in attendance.  I dread to think that I’m now all over the web and the redness of my tail being discussed far and wide forever. It was most distressing and even talking about it with my friend who had similar issues did not help.  There was only one person I could talk to whom I was sure would not blab.  As I hoped, I found the priest in the pastor’s office after my scout meeting in the church hall.  First, I confessed my sins.  As expected I was given a penance by the priest and I responded “Father, I will do my penance.”

“Can we talk, Father?” I asked then certain that he would.  I went on to explain what dad did inappropriately at dinner including showing my private pictures and explicitly humiliating me.  After he strapped me as he is wont to do when I displease him and he had my brother take pictures.  The pastor suggested that my friend and I be more discrete in exploring our interests.

The priest then surprised me by agreeing that my dad had, in simple terms, grossly misbehaved which definitely made me feel better.  He promised to talk with dad although I didn’t see how since dad rarely goes to church.  I thought that was the end of it but I was delightfully wrong.

It was a couple of days later that the priest came calling to see dad and I was invited to join in.  I’ll skip the pleasantries and dad being chastised for missing confession and more and get right to the important stuff about counseling him.

The priest went on to my father’s first transgression which was discussing the unclean body parts at a blessed meal for we do grace.  The second was exposing the vulgar images especially to my young sister.  The third was the biggie – openly humiliating me which is definitely a sin.  Fourth, even if my spanking was justified, photographing it was not.

Dad was cornered and had to confess that it was all true.  He was stunned.  He did not know what to say after that big “YES!”

His penance was far more complex.  Study of biblical verses about not humiliating and destroying all the images.  Incidentally, I was also admonished to do that also.

“Since you demonstrated that you believe that spanking is the proper way to learn right from wrong behavior, please give me your belt, drop your trousers and bend over your desk so that you can learn your lesson.”

“But it says ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child.’”

“No, it does NOT!  That’s from the poem ‘Hudibras’ by Samuel Butler not the Bible.  The rod was to guide, nudge and protect the flock – not to beat – them in the Bible.” he paused to let that in and finished with “Please get into position.”

Dad slowly complied and the Priest gave him twenty hard lashes.  It reminded me of dad’s recounting of his school strappings by the priests.  It was awesome watching the folded belt swishing through the air and then leaving angry red stripes on the target.  I must give dad credit for he took them well.  “Did you learn your lesson?” he asked rhetorically.  I’m fortunate to have a young, modern man as my pastor.

The priest left then but cautioned me to be respectful and not humiliate my dad by gossiping.

The End

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