(Author Note: This is the fourteenth episode in a series. The characters and situations were introduced in the story:
Camp Torowa Falls 1: Wet Sheets Lead to Sore Rumps.
Read that episode first! Then read episodes 2 through 13)
(This episode is a continuation of the personal journal entries of Kyle Garlin, one of the other campers in Fox Cabin. The journal was begun in episode 4 - be sure to read it first! This is an exact transcript of the journal and replicates any spelling or grammar errors made by the 11-year-old author. The story from Corey's point of view will continue in episode fifteen.)

Friday, August 2, 1963 A.D.

I knew it! Tony Lansing was caught trying to make Willie Strand wet his bed in the middle of the night. When confronted by Jeff, Tony admitted that he was part of the gang that was making boys in our cabin wet there beds. Apparently all you have to do is dip a sleeping person's fingers in warm water and the sleeper will probably wet there bed. I have no idea why God would make the human body work that way, but it sure seems to work. One question I have, where did the heathens get warm water in the middle of the night?

Anyway, Tony was pressured by Jeff into turning in the rest of his gang, and I was right (as usual). It was Corey Lane and his bunch of heathens, including Eric Linsey and Jerry Farnham. Jeff is so mad that he's not gonna punish them himself - he is turning the matter over to Mr. Lemmon first thing this morning. I can't wait to see those four filthy heathens get a dose of Mr. Lemmon's strap!

It turns out I'm gonna have to wait a while longer to see the heathens get it with Mr. Lemmon's strap. He decided that Jeff would paddle the heathens, but only after they wet there pants! At first I thought this was a really, really weird punishment, but the more I think about it, the more I like it.

It turns out Corey Lane is the one who made me wet my bed the other day. I'm looking forward to seeing him wet himself - Jeff said I'll be able to help hold Corey down while he gets paddled. I got to make Corey drink a glass of water - to make him have to pee sooner. The first boy to wet his pants will get paddled the most - needless to say I'm hoping it's Corey!

Eric was the first heathen to pee his undies. It was very strange, I'd seen kids with wet pants before, but never seen anyone actually wet there pants before. The four heathens have there hands cuffed behind there backs, just like prisoners on police shows, so they can't try to cheat and pee when nobody's looking.

Eric got his five whacks, and then I got to help clean and powder him like a baby. It's kind of disgusting actually, to have to touch another guy down there, not to mention the pee, but Eric was so embarrassed that it was worth it. I can't wait until we can clean and powder Corey!

I need to take a break from the fun here and mention how much I hate that stupid climbing tower. There has to be a better way of moving closer to Our Lord than climbing up a tall wooden tower using ropes and such. I'm not thrilled about going up a ladder to change a light bulb. So climbing that tower is a whole bunch of no fun.

To make matters worse I was partway up the stupid thing so I missed Tony wetting his pants. But I got back down in time to see Tony and Eric getting there whacks. Turns out that each boy who has already wet himself gets five whacks every time another boy wets himself. Very cool!

Two good things - at least I didn't miss Corey peeing himself, and I got to help clean and powder little Tony after he got his whacks. I sure hope Corey is the next boy to pee - I'd hate to see him get off with the minimum possible spanking for what he did to me!

We went back to the cabin to change clothes - we'll be in swim suits the rest of the day. I've actually become a pretty good swimmer and I really like swimming. Timmy feels the same way about it. We might ask mom and dad if we can afford to get a pool next summer.

We headed out to the lake for swimming. We followed the instructor's orders, but it wasn't easy. We were all keeping an eye on the shore, particularly when it became apparent that Corey was finally gonna pee! Sure enough he did, for a long time. Then I got to strip his pee-soaked undies from him, which was a bit disgusting.

Then came the highlight of my day, I got to hold down Corey as Jeff paddled him. The best part came after Tony got his five whacks. When Eric was getting his five whacks, he peed again, so he got extra whacks. The absolute best part was when Corey realized that he was gonna get another five whacks because Eric had peed. I loved the look of shock on Corey's face! So I got to hold him down for the extra whacks as well. Then we got to clean and powder Corey like a little toddler who wet himself. He looked so ashamed that I thought he might start crying, but unfortunately he didn't.

Jerry didn't pee until lunch time, so then I got to hold down Corey for another five whacks. Then it turned into ten whacks when Tony peed while watching Corey get it, and waiting his turn. My pee-pee got really stiff again, enough to make a little tent in the front of my swim suit, as I held Corey down for his whackings. I'm not sure why that happened.

Between the four culprits they peed eleven times. Eric got 55 paddle whacks today, Tony got 50 whacks, Corey got 45 whacks (every one of which I enjoyed a lot), and Jerry got 35 whacks. This sounds like an awful lot, although it was obvious that Jeff wasn't hitting them anywhere near as hard as he hits us during morning inspections for bedwetting. The whacks were particularly light in the afternoon. Still, that is a lot of paddle whacks to take in one day, and all four heathens had badly bruised butts by the end of the day. Of course the filthy heathens deserved every whack!

The end of the paddlings didn't end the humiliation for the four heathens. After dinner they were "hooded" - there soiled undies were placed over there heads. The punishment ended eventually, but I'm sure those big bullies will think twice about hassling us smaller kids again.

Saturday, August 3, 1963 A.D.

At last the heathen gang in Fox Cabin may be breaking up. It looks like Tony has been thrown out. I can only hope that Jerry gives up his association with Eric and that horrible Corey before long so I can help him save his soul.

I was showering next to Timmy and some of his buddies from Squirrel Cabin this morning when my first chance to deliberately break a rule cropped up. Timmy and his friends started peeing in the showers, which is definitely against the rules. Adam the assistant counselor patrolling the bath house caught them and I joined in so I could be punished with them.

It was more than a little disappointing. It was embarrassing, all right, particularly since Corey the heathen got to watch. But the actual spanking that Adam dished out did little to get rid of the wicked feelings in my heart. It may be time to stop talking about punching Corey and to actually do it.

Paulie and I are going into town on the bus today. Timmy got to go too, so I can spend some time with him today. Jerry and Corey are the other campers from Fox Cabin to go to town today. Tomorrow is Alan Dunson's birthday, so all four of us have agreed to buy the presents. Some boys are chipping together, while some want to buy individual gifts. Paulie and I have a list and so do Jerry and Corey.

I've never been much for birthday parties and all that foolishness, but it sure does look like Alan is gonna clean up in the gift department. It almost makes me sorry my birthday is in April.

We sang some songs on the bus on the way into town today. They weren't the gospel songs you'd expect on a bible camp bus, but popular tunes, including that awful song, "Puff the Magic Dragon." What nonsense! Everybody knows that there are no such things as dragons. I think even Timmy sang along. I'm so disappointed in that boy sometimes.

We arrived in downtown Glens Falls just before 10 AM and had until 3 PM to enjoy the town, have lunch, and pick up all the presents. Paulie decided to spend a couple hours hanging out with a couple of his friends from Coyote Cabin. Timmy and I would hang around until lunch time. After lunch Paulie and I would purchase the birthday presents for Alan. Waiting until after lunch so we wouldn't have to drag the presents around all day was Corey's idea. Even heathens can be clever sometimes.

It looks like Timmy's not all that happy in camp. He finally admitted it to me when we were alone in town. At least he seems to have stopped wetting the bed, although he refuses to admit that my advice helped with that at all. But Timmy's really not getting along well with the other boys in his cabin. I guess he's also stuck with a bunch of heathens who love there fun more than they love there Lord. We really need to convince mom and dad to send us to a more strict camp next year.

Well, I finally socked that filthy heathen Corey Lane right in the nose, and right in front of Jeff, while we were hiding Alan's presents today. I should have planned it better, in fact it worked out pretty badly. I had hoped that Corey and Jerry would both start fighting with me and we would all get paddled for fighting. Since there butts were still so sore from yesterday, they would feel it alot worse than I would.

But I actually bloodied Corey's nose (Hallulujah!) and he was too stunned to start fighting right away. Jeff was standing so close to us - we were all in his private office - that he was able to grab Jerry and me before we could start fighting properly. Jeff sent Jerry to take Corey to the nurse to get his nose fixed up.

The other problem was that I didn't have a real good explanation for my "unprovoked" attack on Corey. Since when is being a filthy heathen not a provokation? But Jeff wouldn't buy it. He considered it an act of outright assault and reported me to Mr. Lemmon, the camp director.

I was sure that Mr. Lemmon would see it my way, but he didn't. He said that Corey had been punished enough for what he had done to me, and he agreed with Jeff that it was unprovoked assault. Mr. Lemmon sentenced me to a public razor strapping after dinner tonight. That'll sure get rid of the wickedness in my heart, but it all seems so unfair!

The whole evening was a nightmare. Usually I welcome punishment, and this strapping was deserved, if a bit severe for the offense. But a sinner doesn't get to chose his punishment, so I can accept that.

The horrifying thing was all the embarrassment I had to suffer. I had to strip to my briefs for dinner, so everyone there knew I was gonna get it after the meal ended. Two other boys were strapped tonight, too. We had to stand at the front of the hall, facing the camp with our hands behind our heads while Mr. Lemmon read out the charges against us and the penalties. The two older boys each got twelve lashes on the bare, and I got ten lashes on the bare.

The real humiliation came before the whippings themselves. We were taken to a side room and made to strip naked. I had expected that, of course. What I didn't expect was that little Derek Trone, one of Timmy's friends from Squirrel Cabin, would be standing there holding a large chamber pot, like the ones they put outside the cabins on rainy nights.

We had to line up and pee into the pot before being marched back out into the hall for our whippings. I was humiliated beyond belief to have to pee in front of Derek and Mark (Derek and Timmy's counselor) and Mr. Lemmon like that.

Corey Lane had told us about this chamber pot business when he helped out with a whipping last week, but I was sure that it was just more of his heathen lies. But for once he was telling the truth.

Mr. Lemmon's strap sure burns a sinner's skin real good. It gave me a good taste of the fires of hell, enough so that I hope I never get it again.

More humiliation followed, as our underpants were placed on our heads like hoods. It was really unpleasant as we stood there for a half hour after the whippings ended.

The Saturday night movie was "Captain Horation Hornblower" starring Gregory Peck. It was a good historical adventure story, and I enjoyed it very much, although I was forced to watch it standing up.

Sunday, August 4, 1963 A.D.

(I'm writing these entries on Monday, August 5th.)

Sunday was Alan Dunson's twelfth birthday. They have some really strange customs around this place. We all lined up to give Alan a "birthday spanking" before showers. Corey had Alan over his lap for this, and gave Alan the rest of his spanking after we each had given him only two swats each. Why does Corey get all the good jobs around here? It really makes me furious sometimes.

Corey, Eric and Alan were among the large group of children spanked by Miss Bertha today for falling asleep during the church service. I don't know how anyone could fall asleep during the Reverend Belling's sermons. I could listen to that man all day long, he is so fascinating.

The big bullies in Bear Cabin stole the cabin frisbee of Squirrel Cabin. If the Squirrels don't get it back by next Sunday, Timmy and all his friends will be spanked by those big brutes. I can't let that happen.

Corey Lane actually proved himself useful when he stopped the Bears from grabbing our Fox Cabin frisbee as well. Paulie and I have discussed it. We think that the only way help Timmy and his friends is to get the bullies from our cabin to help us get the Squirrel Cabin frisbee back from the bullies in Bear Cabin. But how?

Alan's birthday party was Sunday night. The cake and ice cream were a nice treat, as always. Alan seemed less than thrilled by my gift to him, a paperback book called "Guide to Visiting the Holy Land". I don't understand it. Alan says his family travels quite a lot. Certainly any Christian family that travels a lot will want to visit the Holy Land eventually.

I said goodbye to Timmy before he headed back to his cabin. We won't be seeing each other for a few days. I haven't told him yet about wanting to try and help get his frisbee back. No sense in getting his hopes up in case we don't manage to do it.

Monday, August 5, 1963 A.D. (Full Moon)

A bunch of guys in our cabin got paddled this morning for "bedwetting" again. It's starting to get almost boring.

We left for our camping trip this morning. Mr. Lemmon inspected us before we left. Jeff is on the trip with us, of course, and so is Simon Leary, one of the assistant counselors. The packs are extremely heavy. We must have come at least a mile and a half so far by lunch time, and it appears that Jeff plans to have us march most of the afternoon. I'll sure be glad when we get to the campsite.

It was very late in the afternoon when we finally stopped to set up camp. It's just a clearing in the woods along a slow moving creek. I thought we were going to an official state campground, but this is real wilderness camping. It might actually be better than a campground.

Jeff announced several very sensible standing orders for the camp. The one I disagree with is that nude swimming is allowed. The other boys call it "skinny dipping". Jeff says we can swim nude unless female campers show up in the area. But what happens if they show up while we're already naked? Paulie and I wore our swim suits today, we were the only ones. I can't believe that Simon and Jeff were skinny dipping too!

There will be a full moon tonight, but we have complete cloud cover here, and it looks rain. So we won't see the moon at all tonight.

Tuesday, August 6, 1963 A.D.

During campfire entertainment last night I gave a little bible talk about friendship. I don't know if it made an impression on Corey and Jerry and there pals. I can only hope so. I was the only person who quoted from the Bible. Corey gave an obscene performance of a song from that other obscene performer, Elvis Presley. Alan gave a spirted reading of a poem by some English writer, but I couldn't understand many of the words, it was so old that it barely sounded like English.

Paulie and I decided last night to attempt to follow Corey and Jerry when they go out exploring today. We will try and convince them to help us get Squirrel Cabin's frisbee back.

We had fish for breakfast this morning, which was weird. It was extremely fresh fish that Phil and Corey had just caught in the creek, so it was surprisingly good. We also had canned grits, which were nowhere near as good as Grandma's homemade grits.

Wow! Heathens are weird! Paulie and I followed Corey and Jerry as planned this morning, and stumbled across some sort of perverted heathen ritual. Jerry actually pulled down Corey's shorts and underwear, put him over his knee, and spanked him with his hand. It was almost like they were pretending that Jerry was Corey's dad, or something. I had heard of little kids pretending to spank each other when playing "house", but those two are almost teenagers, for heaven's sake!

Then Corey found a cherry bomb that had dropped out of Jerry's pocket. It turned out that Jerry had several cherry bombs. Paulie and I took the opportunity to "find them" at that point and I decided on the spur of the moment to blackmail them into helping us get Squirrel Cabin's frisbee back.

Surprisingly, Jerry agreed. I also got Jerry to agree to give every boy in the cabin one of his cherry bombs. To tell you the truth, I'm not too sure why I asked for that, but I did. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Lionel and Willie didn't come back from their scouting mission, so Jeff made us up into a search party. We found them a half-hour later, they had fallen asleep on the trail. We all marched back to camp and then Simon gave Lionel and Willie each a spanking with a big flat leather shoe thing he called a "slipper", but it doesn't look like any slipper I've ever seen.

This afternoon everyone went swimming in the nude again. Paulie and I gave in and started skinny dipping too. My sense of modesty has been eroded terribly by this place. I suspect it is doing the same thing to Timmy. I can't imagine what Mom and Dad would do if we tried to run around in our underpants at home in the mornings. Mom would probably faint if she saw me skinny dipping.

Wednesday, August 7, 1963 A.D.

Last night was a beautiful clear night, and the almost-full moon was quite visible. Nobody said any bible verses at campfire entertainment last night. What kind of bible camp is this, anyway? The only really interesting song was "The Unicorn", and Irish folk song sung by Simon. It was about how Noah tried to save the unicorns before the flood, but the unicorns were too busy being frivilus. That's what happens when you don't pay attention.

After the campfire entertainments Alan started talking about all that heathen "UFO" stuff, so I went to bed.

This morning was a complete disaster! Jerry's gang pulled off a brilliant diversion to get Jeff and Simon out of camp so they could give everyone there cherry bombs.

But then Paulie didn't stick his cherry bomb far enough into his pocket and the stupid thing fell on the ground as he stood up after breakfast. Of course Simon saw it happen and we were suddenly all dead meat. Jeff decided to search us, and we all had cherry bombs in our pockets!

Jeff made us all go cut switches and then he thrashed the daylights out of us all. Then we were confined to our tents until lunch time. I sure won't have to worry about the "foolishness bound up in my heart" for a good while. Jeff used his rod of correction to send it far from me. I'll be sleeping on my tummy for a week!

Well, I just knew it would happen. Late this afternoon when all the campers were down by the swimming hole, buck naked, two girls wondered into the area. Turned out the girls were lost. Corey was eventually forced to get out of the water to go get help, despite the fact that we was totally nude. It was kind of funny, although I was embarrassed for the girls. But they didn't seem too embarrassed by it themselves.

Jeff came down to the creek and found out who they are, and eventually got them over on the right side of the creek. It turns out that the girls are Panny Welles (age 11) and her sister Callie (age 6). They say there father teaches Greek at Columbia University in Manhattan.

Simon went off to find some authorities to notify them that the girls are safe. He's supposed to lead a rescue party back here tomorrow. The girls' clothing was a mess, so they borrowed clothes from Paulie and Tony.

We had chili for dinner and a rain storm arrived before we had time for the campfire entertainment. And I had a nice bible talk on forgiveness already planned!

Thursday, August 8, 1963 A.D. (Three weeks down, nine days to go!)

The rescue party showed up just after breakfast. It included Mr. Lemmon, which surprised me. Panny had a fight with her father as soon as he arrived, and Dr. Welles gave both girls a spanking. I'm sure glad he didn't spank me - the man's huge!

For some reason Callie told Dr. Welles that Corey rescued them. He offered to help Corey get into Columbia when the time comes. For a heathen, that Corey has the best luck! Of course, Callie had gone fishing with Corey this morning. He probably convinced her then that he had rescued her and Panny.

We hiked over to a public campground, rather than back to Camp Torowa Falls. I can't believe it! Corey Lane was being interviewed by the media like some big hero for rescuing the Welles girls. The filthy heathen was lapping up the publicity. At least Panny embarrassed him by mentioning that we'd all been naked when they were "rescued."

I'm getting the distinct urge to punch Corey in the nose again. But I think I'll put it off until next summer, so I have more time to plan. I sure don't want to end up being strapped again.

We took the bus back to camp, and got there late for lunch. At least they had some leftovers for us. We had some free time in the afternoon, and the guys all agreed to still try and help get back Squirrel Cabin's frisbee, despite the cherry bomb disaster yesterday.

We had laundry inspection this afternoon. Corey and company got there spankings for the undies they had soaked last friday. Corey got ten swats and was rubbing himself good when he emerged from the shack. Jerry got eight swats, and Tony got ten. Tony didn't even bother to put his undies back on afterwards. Paulie and I each got two swats. It's all so unfair, but arguing about it doesn't help.

It was nice to have a real cooked meal at dinner tonight, and I caught up with Timmy. Not surprisingly, Squirrel Cabin hasn't retrieved there frisbee yet. We'll start working on that project in earnest tomorrow.

Friday, August 9, 1963 A.D.

Corey is some kind of insane heathen. He came up with a plan that is really nuts, but Eric and Jerry think that it just might be crazy and unexpected enough to work. I sure hope they're right. I won't write about the actual plan until after we try it just in case the enemy captures this journal.

All I'll say is that I notified Timmy and Derek after breakfast about what they are expected to do, since they actually play a pretty big part in the plan.

Hallulujah! We managed to re-capture the Squirrel cabin frisbee and the Bear cabin frisbee too! Unfortunately there was a certain amount of violence involved. Paulie and I managed to stay mostly out of it, but we had to duck a lot of punches. Corey didn't duck well enough and ended up with a broken nose!

Those Bear cabin guys are a bigger bunch of dirty heathens than Corey and his gang. I'm starting to think that I'm being too hard on Corey and Eric. They did help out my brother, although I'm sure Jerry had to talk them into it. Still, Corey did come up with a good plan.

Strict is good, very good, but ouch! Paulie and I were just paddled for fighting, along with six other guys from our cabin. We had to bend over some fallen tree, naked from the waist down, while the Bear cabin counselor, Marty Herman, paddled us. It's really not fair, we weren't fighting at all. I think most of our Fox cabin guys weren't.

I took a nap, but my butt is still real sore. Marty Herman hits really hard with the paddle. It must be one of the requirements to become a counselor at this camp.

We got to see three of the Bears, Peter Carlisle, Brian Walker, and Joey Graham get the razor strap from Mr. Lemmon tonight. Paulie got a closer look that the rest of us since he got to be the assistant. I'd really like a chance to do that job someday!

Saturday, August 10, 1963 A.D.

Spent most of today sailing on Little Bear Lake. It is Roland Bell's birthday today and he's being ignored by the others in his cabin. They blame him for letting Corey get there frisbee yesterday. I don't know what to think. I'm so glad we got the Squirrel cabin frisbee back that I don't really care how Corey and Jerry did it.

Anyway, Roland is a good sailor and he was happy to teach me some of the basics of how to sail a boat. I had been out in motor boats before, but never a sail boat. It was a lot of fun and very different.

When we got back to shore this afternoon Jerry and Corey were both taken away for questioning. Apparently some campers were arrested in town for buying fireworks and Jerry and Corey may have been involved with the same people last weekend. Those cherry bombs Jerry had came from somewhere, that's for sure.

I have to admit that I'm not nearly as pleased by the idea of Corey and Jerry being in trouble as I would have been a week ago. I'm not sure how much of it is that they've changed and how much of it is that I've changed.

Turns out the Corey got a strapping from Mr. Moseley, the camp nurse, for going in swimming when he had been ordered not to because of his broken nose. But Corey and Jerry didn't get strapped by Mr. Lemmon because of the fireworks. I guess they figured the switching we all got last week was enough punishment, and I tend to agree.

It looks like a bunch of people are angry with the guys from Bear Cabin. Four cabins helped us hang on to the Bear Cabin Frisbee today. Unless the Bears can intimidate the other cabins into not helping us, they won't get their frisbee back by next Friday and we'll get to spank them. That might be interesting. I've never spanked anyone before.

We had Roland Bell's birthday party tonight. It was a lot of fun. The other guys from Bear Cabin ignored the party, but Roland has a lot of friends in other cabins. I like Roland, but I never have figured out why a boy from California is attending a summer camp on the other side of the country.

Sunday, August 11, 1963 A.D.

(I'm writing these entries on Monday, August 12th.)

I can't believe it! Timmy actually fell asleep in church today! I nudged him awake right away but the observers saw it and Timmy was spanked by Mr. Ritter after services ended. I love Timmy dearly, but that boy is such a disappointment sometimes. How could anyone fall asleep? It was the Reverend Belling's longest and best sermon yet!

Corey showed up at the cabin after church services today with Anna Belling, the Reverend Belling's grandaughter! What was she doing in the woods with that heathen? I thought about telling Reverend Belling about it, but it's his responsibility to look after Anna, not mine!

Monday, August 12, 1963 A.D.

The Bear Cabin boys left for there three night camping trip today. So there will be a break from all the frisbee conflict that has been going on. All seven other cabins played with there own frisbees today, although we also played with the Bear Cabin frisbee.

This month has gone so fast. I can't believe there is only five days left before we go home. At least we have school to look forward to after that!

Tuesday, August 13, 1963 A.D. (Last Quarter Moon)

It's raining really hard today, and the storm is supposed to last all day. The other boys kept laughing about how much the Bears must be enjoying there camp out. Paulie, Jerry, and Corey stopped laughing so much when I reminded them that Roland is out there too, stuck in a tent with an angry Bear.

We spent the morning doing crafts. I helped Corey finish his deerskin mocassins. (Mine were finished nearly a week ago.) Corey's useless at working with leather, but he doesn't seem to bad a person, at least for a heathen.

They had to work on the mess hall after lunch, so we went back to our cabin for "quiet time" while the staff had a meeting. They seem to have a meeting every time it rains. Adam North is our assistant counselor for the week and was supposed to be keeping an eye on us, but he took off after a while.

We played a couple games of Parcheesi, then Corey got out some playing cards. Corey's gang talked Paulie and me into learning a new card game called 21, also known as Blackjack. For some reason they insist on playing cards for money. This is a strange concept to me. Phil even joined in the game. Phil rarely participates in activities that aren't required. The seven of us were gathered around Corey's bed.

I know that gambling is wrong, but Alan convinced me that as long it's just friends playing, it's not really gambling. I won fifty cents, and was thinking that maybe it really isn't too bad.

Jeff came back from his meeting and caught us playing blackjack, and apparently he thinks that it IS gambling, even though we are all friends. He confiscated the playing cards and all the money that was on the bed at the time. Then he made all seven of us line up on one side of Corey's bed. We had to pull down our uniform shorts and underpants and bend over Corey's bed. We were all crammed together like sardines in a can - our bare hips touching. I was between Paulie and Eric and could feel it when either of them moved.

Jeff told us that since we like gambling with cards so much he had a new game for us. While shuffling the cards he explained the game to us. He would deal us each a blackjack hand - two cards face down. When it was our turn to "play" our cards would be turned over, revealing our hand. Then we had to take our "hits" - the number of whacks decided by the cards in our hand.

The only good news was that Jeff didn't use his paddle for this punishment. He used a wood hairbrush that really stung just the same. I got 19 whacks of the hairbrush - it really hurt a lot but I didn't cry.

Paulie was the only one who howled and cried, but he did get 20 whacks. Paulie's grown up a lot this summer, but he is still a little guy.

It looked for a while like Corey would get off easy, with only 10 whacks. But Jeff must have realized that it wasn't fair. He gave Corey and Phil (who only had 11 whacks from two cards) an extra card each. Phil got four more, but Corey got an ace, for eleven more whacks! I'm glad Corey got the most whacks. After all, he is the one who got the playing cards out in the first place.

Our Lord knows I try desperately to be good every day, but I've managed once again to let sinners drag me down into sin, and now I've paid the price. Why did I think I could trust heathens?

I've been thinking about how good the counselors and staff here at Camp Torowa Falls are at punishing wicked children. The strapping that Mr. Lemmon gave me last week was the most painful punishment I've ever felt. I originally thought Jeff wasn't strict enough. But that switching he gave us last week, and some of the other spankings, like today, have made me change my mind.

Maybe the staff should offer spanking classes to our parents so then can do a better job of punishing us at home.

Wednesday, August 14, 1963 A.D.

It's still raining this morning, but really only a drizzle with heavy fog. They told us at breakfast that it is supposed to clear up this morning and be nice all afternoon. I sure hope so.

The sun finally burned off the fog and it did get nice by lunch time. We'll be able to do our outdoor activities this afternoon. It'll be a nice change after being stuck inside for a day and a half. I hope Roland is doing alright out camping with the Bears.

It's amazing how happy and friendly everyone is this afternoon. A day and a half of cabin fever will do that to people - we're all just glad to be outside in the sun again!

Three boys were strapped for smoking after dinner tonight. The only one I knew was Jeremiah Casey from Coyote Cabin. Why would a 12-yr-old take up such a filthy habit?

Some little kid I don't know from Muskrat Cabin got to assist Mr. Lemmon with the strappings. I'd really like to do that once before the summer ends. Of course I'm really not hoping that my fellow campers will sin or anything. But if it does happen again I'd like to help.

Thursday, August 15, 1963 A.D.

It's a nice day again today. The Bears are supposed to return from there camping trip this afternoon. It will interesting to see if the other cabins keep helping us to hold on to the Bear Cabin frisbee. I'm kind of looking forward to spanking one of the Bears tomorrow. Corey won't tell me who I'll get to spank. He told Paulie, so I'm not sure why he won't tell me.

DISASTER! My journal (this book) disappeared for a few hours today! Somebody must have been reading some - or all - of the entries. I can't believe this evasion of my privacy! I will hide this book and write the rest of my memories down when I get home on Saturday.