“Bend forward and put your hands on your knees. I need to check your back pockets are empty.”
I complied and I felt his hand on my bottom – on the back pockets of my shorts. At a later stage I saw him do this to a boy when I was up for a group punishment – he actually patted the pockets with the back of his hand, rather than the front and palm.
“All right. Dean. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Father.”
I felt my whole body pushed forward suddenly, there was a noise I can’t really classify and an explosion of pain across both my buttocks.