“You’re in a lot of trouble young man,” Sister Hooker said.
“I’ve had to do a lot of disciplining in my time at St. Mary’s, but never have I had to devise a punishment for someone with such an extensive collection of pornographic material.”
“Sister Hooker, it’s not mine. I swear.”
“Don’t play innocent boy, the Lord can see through your lies, so can I. It will just be worse for you in the end.”
“I didn’t do it sister,” the boy cried, tears welling in his eyes as the sister brought the paddle out.
“Come here and bend over.”