Please refer to previous Altar Boy story for background.
Michael made his way upstairs to the kitchen, after wiping his nose on his shirt sleve. He felt the burning heat in his bottom as he climbed th stairs. When he arrived in the kitchen, sister Emily motioned for him to hurry into the dinin room, where he found Father Ryan already seated at the big table. He was pointed to an empty chair, and sat down (gingerly) as Father Ryan returned the blessing. Michael realized how hungry he was, notwithstanding the pain in his bottom. Father acted like nothing had happened, and helped serve him a wonderful roast beef dinner. After dinner,`Michael asked Father if he could speak to him. They went into a den, and Michael tried to say how sorry he was, and could he possibly stay, as his mother was very proud of him, and he had hoped to bring home some money from working around the church to help out his mom, and.... (when he finally ran out of breath, Father Ryan just laughed, and pulled him towards himself, and hugged the little boy). He told him that, as a Catholic, he should know that he was forgiven. Michael was so happy, he started to cry again. This time, however, they were tears of joy.
Father Ryan asked Sister Emily to take Michael up to bed, because he had a busy day ahead of him. She showed Michael to a small room, and told him to get his toothbrush and nightclothes, and she would show him the bathroom. Michael followed her down a hall to a large bath, with a huge bathtub that stood in the middle of the floor on 4 legs, which made him think it looked like some sort of animal, and that caused him to laugh. Sister was drawing water in the tub, and told Michael to get undressed and give her his dirty clothes so that she could wash them. Michael looked at her in surprise. He had been bathing himself since he was seven, and was about to say something when he saw the look in Sister Emily's eye. He had seen that look on grownups before, and knew that she was serious. He turned his back to her, and was startled to see that the walls of the bathroom were tiled in shiny mirrors. As he undressed, he realized that Sister would see whatever part of him she wanted to see. He finished, and turned to her, handing her his clothes. She smiled, and left the room. Michael climbed up into the tub, noticing how red his bottom still was, when he saw his reflection in the mirror. He spent a relaxing time in the tub, not like at home when he had to share bath time with whichever of his younger brothers or sisters could squeeze into the tub. He was playing Navy submarine, and had just "dived" underwater, with only his little backside sticking out, when he heard something, and "surfaced" to the grinning face of Brother Tim, a Jesuit brother who worked at the church, as a youth adviser, and boys choir director. He laughed at Michael's little red butt sticking up. He told him that he didn't know anyone was in the bath. He then went to the toilet, and urinated while Michael watched from the tub. Due to the mirrors, Michael could see Brother Tim's penis as he held it to pee. Michael was surprised that a penis could be so big, having never seen a grown up's before. Brother Tim tucked himself in, and introduced himself to Michael. He asked why he had not seen Michael at any church youth meetings, and Michael explained that he lived way out of town with hi mom and 4 brothers and 2 sisters. He told Tim that he was learning to be an Altar boy, and Father Ryan was letting him stay there on weekends.
Tim told him that it was getting late, and he needed to get to bed, so that he could learn to be an altar boy. With that, he pulled the plug on the bath. Michael stood up, and climbed out. Tim held a towel out for him, and, as Michael turned to get his nightshirt, asked him how he got such a red butt. Michael had to explain what had happened. Tim asked him if he understood that he had done something wrong, and Michael said that he really did. With that, Tim hugged him goodnight, and lightly tapped him on the bottom.
Michael was awakened by Sister Mary, who returned his clothes, cleaned, and neatly folded. Michael ate a quick breakfast, and quickly walked next door, where he found Tim speaking to another "new" altar boy. Tim intruduced Michael to Billy Jackson, a dark haired boy with brown eyes, and two deep dimples. Michael did not know it then, but he and Billy were to become life long friends.
Tim told the boys to just stand in the Sacristy doorway, dressed in robes, and watch the other boys serving Mass. They got dressed, and did what they were told. After a while, Billy started to squirm around, and then would make "farting" sounds with his mouth, during the times Father was talking. Michael found this to be hilarious, an quickly was laughing, as Billy became louder and bolder. Just then, the other door burst open, and Brother Tim came in, fire in his eyes. He asked them what in the name of Heaven they thought they were doing? Did they not know that sounds in a church carry from the front to the back? Did they not know that the entire congregation could hear them?
Cold fear clutched the hearts of both boys, as Brother Tim shoved them in front of him out a back door, and down to the church basement. He pushed them into a room marked "Boy's Choir" and slammed the door. He gave them a long lecture on respect for the Church, and how disappointed he was in them, and what kind of an impression would this make on Father Ryan, and what would their parents think?
The boys were now visibly shaking. They tried to say something, but realized that there was nothing to say. Brother Tim said he didn't know what Father might say or do to them, but he knew what he was going to do, and that was teach them a lesson. With that, he reached behind a podium, and took out an oversized director's baton. It was a piece of light wood, about as thick as a man's index finger, and perhaps 30 inches long. Fear blazed in the boys eyes, as he told them to reach under their robes and drop their pants and underwear. Now, Michael realized he hadn't even been there 24 hours, and he was going to get another beating. The look in Tim's eyes told the boys to do just what they were told. Soon, two scared little boys were standing in front of brother Tim, pants and undies around their ankles, long white robes covering their lower halves. Tim had them lay on a wooden table on their stomachs, one facing one way, and the other the opposite way. He then pulled the robes up, having them lift up, and threw the robes up over their shoulders, in disgust. They now lay bottoms up, next to each other, facing apart.
Brother Tim brought his cane like wand down on Billy's little pink butt, causing him to gasp in pain and shock. Billy was quite used to spankings, as his father was a big Irish cop, who frequently had his large belt visit the bare butts of his two sons. Billy had never felt such sudden, intense pain. It felt like a red hot wire had been laid on his bottom.
Michael tightened his entire body as he heard Billy "get it". He started to cry also, even though he had not been hit. That quickly changed, as his butt too was seared by the cane. Michael made the mistake of raising his butt up in pain, and received his second stroke "low and inside", hitting below the spot where his butt ended, right along the top of his thighs, and precariously close to his little scrotum.
Billy yelled in pain as he received his second and third stroke, right along the line where his somewhat fuller bottom ended, and his thighs began. He was hit in the same spot twice, and could not believe the pain. He was gasping for breath as Michael roared out a response to his third and fourth stroke. Billy was just settling down, and was trying to shove his bottom down into the table to hide it, when he received two strokes across the middle of his butt, and a third at an angle, from the top of his right hip to the bottom of his left. To say that he was in pain would not describe the horror and burning he felt as he gasped for breath.
Michael had, of course, heard Billy's cries, and was shaking so much he felt the table move, as he felt the cane being laid gently along his butt crack, followed by two sharp strokes along that line, which lit his butt on fire.
Brother Tim surveyed his handywork, and was pleased. The boys would feel those stripes for quite a while, and would perhaps learn a bit of respect. He studied the bottoms of both boys, and noted with satisfaction the welts that were raising up, clearly showing where each stroke had landed.
He told the boys to get up, and put the cane away. He told them to splash water on their faces, and be in the Sacristy in 5 minutes, or they would be back down here on the table again. The boys jumped down, and quickly pulled up their pants, their red striped butts showing as they bent to retrieve their pants.
Tim thought to himself that he would have to keep an eye on these two.
Michael was hoping that Tim would not tell Father Ryan. He was not so much concerned about another spanking, as he was about disappointing the priest.
Billy was praying that Tim would not call his father, for unlike Michael, he would be home tonight, and the thought of that big belt smashing over the welts he could feel on his butt was almost too much for him to bear!