When I was a boy I attended an all-boy catholic school. Corporal punishment ws permitted by means of a paddle on the seat of the pants, but it was used sparingly. I enjoyed watching my classmates bending over their desks, their grey cotton trousers pulled up tightly in their butt-cracks, and then whacked five times with the paddle right in front of everyone. It was an embarrassing situation to be in if you were the victim, but pleasurable for those watching.
When I was in seventh grade a new priest arrived, Fr. Wienhardt. He always had a stern look on his face, and he had no sense of humor whatsoever. A few weeks after he arrived he caught me and about ten other boys of various ages stealing some altar wine after our weekly mass. These boys and I were all altar boys, and after mass we had to go back into the to pick up our serving assignments for future masses. Nobody else was back there at the time, and the cupboard to the wine and communion wafers had been left open. I being one of the oldest took a bottle of wine out of the cupboard, took a sip, and then passed it around. One boy threatened to tell, but he was outnumbered and threatened to have the crap beat out of him if he ever told a living soul.
"What are you boys doing?" came a loud voice, and suddenly we all noticed Fr. Weinhardt standing in the doorway. The boy who had the bottle at the time immediately dropped it, and Fr. Weinhardt went over and picked it up. He looked at the bottle and then at us ten guilty boys standing there speechless. "Each of you will attend confession with me later this morning. I will give each of you a specific time, and you will meet me in the rectory."
Confession wasn't too bad of a punishment giving the circumstances for what we did. Fr. Weinhardt looked as though he would keep this a private matter between him and us boys.
My confession time was scheduled from 1-1:30. I never really liked having to go to confession and blurt out all my sins to a priest and ask for his forgiveness. My sins were between me and God, and no one else. But I had no choice. It was hard for a 12-year-old to debate the sacrament of confession.
I showed up at the rectory and Fr. Weinhardt led me into a room, much like a living room. It was a more comfortable place than his office where the previous priest would hold confessions if needed. None of the other boys who had gone before me had talked about the confession experience, so I had no idea what to expect from Fr. Weinhardt. The two of us sat down on the couch and after he told me of how disappointed he was with me I began to apologetically confess.
"For your penance you will say one decade of the rosary," he told me.
That wasn't so bad. That was the usual penance for us schoolboys, and we were led to believe that after we completed our penance that all was forgiven.
"But there is still the matter of punishment," he suddenly said. "I don't intend to call every boys parents and explain this incident to them. Therefore, I am going to punish you myself and then the matter will be dropped. Do you have any objections to receiving a spanking from me?"
"No sir," I replied, and even though I was a bit nervous at the thought of receiving a spanking from him, I was thanking God that he wasn't going to notify my parents about this.
"Good. Unfortunately we don't have much time, so we will get started right now," he told me and then he looked at me sternly. "Please stand up and lower your trousers."
At first I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly. He sat there waiting for me to do as he had asked.
"Come on son, time is wasting," he said.
I looked at him nervously and stood up. I slowly unfastened my grey cotton slacks, unzipped them, and slowly pushed them down. I looked at him, and he gave a slight, yet stern nod toward my underwear. I could feel myself blushing from the humiliation of what he was asking me to do. I had been taught that a priest was just like a policeman in the sense that we were to respect them and always do as they asked of us no matter what. I took the waistband of my white underpants and slowly slid them down, closing my eyes from shame while doing so. He now had a view of my most private and shameful parts.
Fr. Weinhardt gently held my arm. "I don't like having to do this Matthew, but just like anyone else you need to be punished for your misdeeds," he told me as he took the head of my small penis between his fingers and pushed back my foreskin. I grimaced from the pain. He then patted his knee. "Lie yourself across my knees."
I nervously laid my body across his knees. He lifted my blue, cotton shirt-tail well above my buttocks, leaving them entirely exposed. He rested his hand on my bare buttocks, and I did my best to relax as told. The swats immediately showered down, heavily and rapidly. It was even worse and more painful then I could have ever expected. I immediately began crying, begging and pleading for his forgiveness. My butt was still small enough for an adult hand to cover almost the entire area with a single swat, so the pain in my bottom was evenly spread out all over. He continued on for quite some time, and I thought I would eventually faint from the pain. My voice was horse from screaming at the top of my lungs, and I was kicking my legs and squirming over his lap. He continued to strike my naked butt with his open palm again and again. I suddenly began to feel something I had never felt before, like a rush through my entire body. My breathing pattern changed, and I hardly noticed him still swatting my little butt.
The spanking lasted about five minutes and then it was over. Fr. Weinhardt helped me up from his lap, and I could hardly stand from the pain. There on his black pant leg was a small puddle of semen with hadn't been absorbed by his pants yet. My small penis was covered with the sticky mess. I had my very first orgasm on the knee of a priest while being spanked on my bare bottom.
"Your punishment is now over and we can put this behind us," he told me as he took a kleenex and wiped my penis off. He pulled the foreskin back over the head of my penis and helped me pull my pants back up. That evening in my bedroom I pulled down my pants in front of the mirror. My entire buttocks was one dark shade of purple, and it was quite sometime before I was able to sit down comfortably again.