That happened to me. I told about two of my fellow fifth-grade students kissing, and the wrath of the priests and nuns rained down... on me. I got slapped, poked, pinched, and called a liar. Their parents were big supporters of the Church, while my white trash parents barely made my tuition, so of course, I was a bad kid.
That was just the first step in my walk away from Catholicism.
Sheesh. That stinks. Jerks.