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spoon at him. “You should write that post. Say that you believe in the truth, the truth of God’s word, and that’s why you’re so blessed. I’ll help you draft it up.” I started to stand and looked for paper and a pen, when Max grabbed my arm.
    “What did I say?” Max said in a stern voice.
    I relaxed back on the couch. “You said not to get worked up,” I said, timidly.
    “And I expect you to listen the first time I tell you something,” Max snarled.
    He yanked my arm, pulling me over his lap. In an instant, he had my skirt up and my panties down. He laid his hand flat across my bare bottom.
    “Good sense makes one slow to anger, and it is in His glory to overlook an offense,” Max said. He raised his hand and swatted me hard against the left cheek. “Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.” He spanked the other cheek.
    Max continued rattling off Bible verses, followed by heavy spanking. As my bottom grew sore and red, the sacred truth comforted me. I shouldn’t hold malice against nonbelievers or anyone else who offended me. God was clear on this point. I should instead, forget anger and pray for those that offended me.
    Max ended with a particularly sharp smack that landed just below my bottom on my upper thighs. When he helped me sit up, my anger was gone. I breathed easier and my muscles relaxed.
    “That’s better,” I said, stroking his face.
    “Don’t let them get to you,” Max said, giving me a gentle kiss on the cheeks. “You know the truth, you live the truth. Be happy with that.”
    I rested my head against his chest. A thought occurred to me, and I let out a soft laugh. “Could you imagine if people found out that you spanked me? The media would go crazy. Feminists groups would be up in arms.” I looked up to Max, smiling, but he had a serious look on his face.
    “It’s a shame that we have to hide who we are,” Max said. “Think of all the others out there like us.”
    “They wouldn’t understand,” I said, solemnly. “You know Mark isn’t going to rest until you right that post.”
    Max stroked my hair away from my face. “I know.”
    “What are you going to write?”
    Max exhaled, deeply. “I don’t know.”
    “Think about it tomorrow,” I said. “I’ll help you. Now, come on. Let’s go to bed.”
    *
    Max was in the office looking at the computer. He was hunched over towards the screen. I brought him coffee, and wrapped arms around his shoulder.
    “Don’t look at that stuff,” I said.
    “I can’t help it,” Max said. “This person called me a hypocrite. And this one says I’m a misogynist. Where did they get that from?”
    I closed the laptop. “These people don’t have the privilege of knowing you. Besides, anyone can write anything on the internet these days.”
    “Speaking of writing on the internet,” Max said. “I’ve been thinking about this post. I don’t think I can give Mark what he wants. I can’t disavow my faith.”
    “Then don’t,” I said. I pulled up a chair and sat next to him at the desk. “Let’s see what we can come up with.”
    We worked for the next few hours writing draft after draft. We wanted to make absolutely sure we got Max’s point across, and that his words couldn’t be misconstrued. The finished product turned out way longer than we’d anticipated, but I think the following lines sum it up nicely.
    There are plenty of people out there that agree with me, and there are plenty that don’t. That’s perfectly fine. Each of us seek God in our own way, and those journeys differ immensely. While I am tolerate of others’ beliefs, Hollywood, and the show business industry in general, has been anything but. Anytime my wife or I utter a silent prayer, or thank God for something, we are looked at as if we are lepers. Why can’t they make room for our beliefs? Is it because they know, deep inside, that there is truth there, and they’re too scared to look?
    Max and I