I have this on going fantasy about talking to a priest. I walk into his chambers. He tells me it is ok to be honest. BUT he says the purest way to confess sins is to remove all securities and kneel before him. So I strip naked and kneel down. I confess all my sins and wait for him to tell me my punishment. It is a chilly spring morning. he has me walk out into his garden. as we left the room he grabs a paddle that was hanging on the wall. There is a fallen log. i am told to bend over it. he says the only way to truely receive punishment is in nature where it all started. he brings the paddle down hard on my naked bottom. i whimper. he says I have to endure 50 and to count out loud. As each swat hits my bottom my breaths become more shallow and sharp. It gets difficult to count when 20 hits. I am crying, just then his gardener walks by. He is embarrassed by what he has stumbled up on. The priest tells him it is OK. My humility will make the punishment last longer. I have to look him in the eyes as I finish counting. A light rain starts. it is chilly but feels nice on my sore bottom.