What if the reason Father Flynn left St Nichoas was for a matter different to that what he was accused of, a matter that has spiralled directly out of his control?

From the perspective of Donald Mueller, reliving his side of what happened between himself and Father Flynn.

This Is a story called Mrs.Doubtfire2

Why did Donald have wine on his breath? And why was he acting strangely in Sister James' class? What truly happened in the rectory? Not what Sister Aloysius thought. Warning: This is a BrandSpankingNew fic and contains spanking and/or talk of spanking.