I would have to explain why I had engaged in such conduct, why it was wrong, and what steps I would take to make the necessary corrections. It was never a pleasant experience. At first he did not recognise them, but they certainly recognized him “Hi Jordan!” sniggered Dewey Rees a small built guy in baggy red swimming shorts “Aren’t you supposed to be bare assed? I head you burnt your asshole!”

He said, "Now I have a confession to make to you. I read a sexually explicit novel about a priest who paddled his students' bare bottoms and then sodomized them. If I recall, they called it buggering." The pool was entirely empty when Jordan dived in and swam a full length under water. For the first time in weeks, Jordan felt a sense of freedom and relief as his skimmed through the cool deep water, wuith the sleekness and agility of a fit young otter. Swimming was the one thing in the world at which he was the most accomplished, and if had had the determination and self discipline to overcome his naturally lazy and self indulgent nature, he could potentially have been a world class athlete. My ‘thing’ had always been the excitement of an over-the-knee spanking. I found the thought of being helpless, unable to move or wriggle away, terribly exciting. However, by 14 I had accepted that the chances of being turned over my mum’s knee were long gone, and it was something I was never going to experience. I glanced out the window during the paddling and saw that Johnson and the other residents were waiting outside Reverend John's cabin. While they couldn't see in, they could certainly hear what was happening. On weekends most of the staff were off-campus, and Saturday afternoons were a free time for the residents.The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire. I stepped up to it and bent forward – at a stretch, I could just reach the far side. I was on tiptoe and, as it was really warm weather, I was wearing only thin shorts! “Like this?” I asked. “Aha – spread your legs a little wider.” I then felt her hand run over my bottom briefly. She gave my shorts a little tug to pull them tight, then patted my behind a few times gently with her hand. “Perfect!” I heard her say. After completing my punishment, he introduced the pleasurable erotic play. I found this arrangement entirely satisfactory and look forward to it. But boy, did this news ever take the shine off my day! I was pissed off. I tried to be cool and convince myself it wasn’t as much fun as a ride in the Mustang, but inside I was screaming with frustration. I would have killed to have been there and to join in. OK, it wasn’t an over-the-knee spanking, but a paddling for fun had been missed. Williams would remain that way the rest of the day, so all could see the price he paid to discourage other such incidents. Reverend John asked my opinion, and I told him it seemed to be an appropriate punishment that fit the crime. Desperately wanting to avoid prison, Williams agreed.

Like many boys, I loved cars. Val’s husband had a classic Mustang and had promised me a ride in it when we got over there. I was very excited about this.They had managed to persuade Val to line them all up in the basement and give them a few swats. By all accounts, it had been a real laugh. Of course it was all for fun, but apparently some of the swats Val had given had one or two of the boys hopping about holding their paddled bums. After a brief discussion with Reverend John Williams knew that this assault was a grave offense that wanted expulsion from the camp and returned to the court's custody. Williams would face two years in prison. However, he tearfully pleaded for this not to happen. Reverend John was the kind of person to whom you wanted to be truthful. So, I answered him truthfully. I said, "No, I did not want to paddle him. I wanted to be the one who got paddled."