The spanking that I received from Father D. was not really a spanking, but more rubbing and fondling and reaching between my legs. I cried the entire time. I remember him yelling at me to take it like a man. Eventually, he got tired of me crying and led me back to where my clothes were and had me dress. He led me to the side entrance of the Church where he unlocked the door and warned me not to tell anyone or else. I stood outside the Church entrance in a state of shock. The other boy and myself made a deal that if one of us got free, we would go get help. As I was standing there, I heard the other boy scream from inside the Church. I ran to the closest building where I could find an adult. This was a convent located maybe two hundred yards from where I was. I rang the bell to the convent, and when a nun appeared at the door, I asked if the nun who taught me in sixth grade was there. She told me that Sister was home visiting her parents for the weekend.So much for getting help there