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Subject: The Day of the Mass Paddling


Author:
JD Winchester
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Date Posted: 21:13:54 11/07/24 Thu

So here I was, 11 years old and in the 6th Grade. The start of a new school year with all new plans, promises and expectations of a new school year, new friends to make and – of course – the single most important reason for an 11 year old boy to be alive…11 year old GIRLS (some of the “older ladies” were 12).

Yes, this wonderful, amazingly cute creature called a “girl” seemed to be becoming more interesting and more attractive with each passing year… Just the cutest little faces, their doe-like eyes, long eyelashes, pretty smiles and cute little noses…and something else was going on here…they were no longer built so much like boys anymore, they were beginning to change in that regard as well. Don’t be fooled by the “innocence of youth”; even at the tender age of eleven myself, I vividly recall checking out the cute little rounded butts of these 11 and 12 year old girls. I remember following cheerleader Janet as our class walked in line to the school cafeteria, my eyes glued to the seat of her white pleated skirt, watching how the skirt bounced around the contours of her shapely, pert little girl fanny as she walked, first coming back and out and then gently wrapping back down and around the bump that was her butt, with each step she took. I was mesmerized. Don’t blame me…this was just Mother Nature at work, her way of assuring the continued procreation of the human species…I was merely a pawn in her Game of LIFE.

But I digress.

We had a new teacher this year – as always – but when I say new, I think she may have been fresh out of college. I am not certain, but I believe we were Miss Mellinger’s first class ever. She was definitely a “Miss” and not a “Mrs.;” I kind of knew her or at least knew OF her…she was dating and engaged to the older son of friends of my parents; she knew who I was.

Miss Mellinger was a delight of a teacher. Very intelligent, very kind, very accommodating and friendly toward all of us students. I really admired her, wanted to do well to please her…I think we all did. Miss Mellinger seemed to represent the “new age” teacher; she was different from most of the older lady teachers we were accustomed to up until that time; for one thing, she didn’t really believe in paddling. Like all teachers, she HAD a paddle, but I think it was a requirement, not something she requested.

Before the day of the mass paddling, I only recall seeing Miss Mellinger paddle on one occasion. A rather chubby boy in our class (a rarity in those days) had pulled a prank during lunch one day in the cafeteria, loosening the lids of several saltshakers so that the entire contents of the shaker would pour onto student’s food when they attempted to add a little salt. Michael was caught, captured, tried, and convicted of his mischievous prank, and sentenced to a paddling in front of the class, shortly after we all returned from lunch.

I kind of felt sorry for Michael; I could appreciate a good prank myself and it was too bad he was having to pay such a hefty price for a little fun…but yet, here he was. Miss Mellinger had Michael face the class and confess to us what he was getting paddled for, as she stood by his side, paddle in hand. He was visibly shaken, having never been paddled before…his voice was shaky, he seemed on the verge of tears just telling us of his misadventure, and then when he finished, he pleaded with Miss Mellinger to let him off; his exact words were, “Please don’t paddle me Miss Mellinger! You know I have a tender heart!” A big smile instantly appeared on Miss Mellinger’s face as if she really wanted to, but was suppressing a laugh as she replied, “It’s not your heart you need be worried about, Michael!” Laughter erupted from the rest of the class, but we were quickly admonished to knock it off, lest we wished to join Michael at the front of the classroom. Without further ado, Miss Mellinger ordered Michael to bend over and put his hands on his knees. He did so and she applied three pretty solid swats to the seat of his jeans. He yelped with each one of them, but he really didn’t “lose it” and break down crying. But it was that incident, that confirmed for us that Miss Mellinger DID have the capacity to paddle a student, because before, we didn’t think she had it in her. Still, she did not resort to paddling as a matter of routine after paddling Michael. In fact, I honestly cannot remember if she ever paddled any other student after that, until that fateful day of “The Mass Paddling.”

Many weeks later when we came into the classroom that morning, Miss Mellinger had written assignments on the chalkboard. Scanning what she had written, it was evident there were enough assignments to keep us busy all day, and perhaps then some. After everyone was settled into his or her seat, she spoke for the first time. I should mention this was a very large, overpopulated class, upwards of 45 students. At any rate, Miss Mellinger spoke very softly, using as few words as possible to explain to us that she had a severe case of laryngitis and would not be talking for the remainder of the day, so we were to quietly sit at our desk and work on the assignments as she had posted them on the board. She put us on notice that she was not going to be able to “call us down” all day for misbehavior, such as talking without permission, and so for today she would not do that…instead, she would quietly write our name down on a notepad if we were out-of-line, and near the end of the day if our name was on her notepad, we would be paddled.

I obviously cannot speak for any other student in that classroom, but I would hazard to guess that we were pretty much of the same mindset, “Nah…not Miss Mellinger…it’s just a threat to make us behave, no way is she serious about paddling anyone.” But still, there was that degree of uncertainty…just enough doubt to keep you pretty much on the straight-and-narrow. All throughout the day, not a word did Miss Mellinger speak, but she could be seen looking in the direction of someone whispering and then writing on her notepad. Was it a ruse? Was she REALLY going to follow through? At one point, Janet (same girl) who sat right next to me asked me something in a whisper, and I just HAD to answer her…when I did Miss Mellinger looked directly at me. I thought she wrote on her pad immediately afterward, so then my heart was up in my throat.

At about an hour before last bell to go home, Miss Mellinger spoke again for the first time. She arose from her desk, removed her paddle from her desk drawer, picked up her notepad and said, “If I call your name, come to the front of the class and begin to form a line.” Again, I think we were all beginning to think, “OMG! Is she for REAL, or is she really just pushing this whole threat to the final degree?!” STILL not totally convinced, but it was really beginning to look like Miss Mellinger was completely serious.

Reading from the notepad, Miss Mellinger called name after name…it seemed to go on forever, like it was never going to end; my heart was beating out of my chest and I had given up on trying to breathe when she first started to read from the list. FINALLY, praise be to GOD it was over…she finally read a final name and set the notepad back down on her desk…but not before about 30 students had vacated their desk and were lined up across the front of the classroom, and then down an adjacent wall because the line was so long. There were more empty chairs than filled ones, only about 15 of us were left sitting. It seemed to be about a 50/50 mixture of boys and girls, perhaps if there was a majority it was girls, because it seems the poor lasses have more difficulty not talking than boys do.

Miss Mellinger quickly exchanged the notepad in her hand for her paddle. She walked to the front of the line and told the student there to face the class, bend over with hands on knees for 3 licks, and then to return quietly to their desk…and each in turn was to do the same. And so it began… Approximately 30 young fannies bent over and stuck out for chastisement from Miss Mellinger’s wooden school paddle…some 90 swats delivered right then and there.

It was interesting how different students reacted differently to being paddled. Some were very stoic, seemed to be no worse for the wear; others were mortified, cried profusely…and it didn’t seem to matter too much if it was a boy or a girl; some girls cried, some didn’t. Some boys cried, some didn’t.

One girl, way back in line, was apparently traumatized over the whole thing. She was kind of a goody-two-shoes little princess and this was just NOT acceptable to her. She was crying her eyes out while standing in line, well before her turn. Finally overcome with the magnitude of trauma she was facing, she left her place in line and walked directly up to Miss Mellinger to tearfully plead and beg her case, insisting she had not talked. Miss Mellinger had no sympathy for her, sternly suggested she return to her place in line, else she would get it worse. She returned. When it became her turn, she was bawling like a baby before she even bent over. With each lick, this poor girl screamed like a banshee, you’d have thought Miss Mellinger was skinning her alive. The girl really made a spectacle of herself, unfortunately.

Just as the last student was returning to her desk and Miss Mellinger was putting her paddle away, one of the nosy, busybody older lady teachers next door came over to investigate what all the commotion was about, apparently after hearing nearly 100 paddle licks. Miss Mellinger assured her everything was fine; I think she resented this old biddy putting her nose where it didn’t belong…it wasn’t the first time Miss Mellinger had to deal with some of these old lady teachers treating HER like she wasn’t an equal, but that’s another story for another time.

Amazingly everyone survived and no real harm was done. Everyone went home on time, safe and sound…though I image there were more than a few red burning butts wiggling and waggling out the classroom door and sitting on the bus seats for the ride home!

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[> Subject: Re: The Day of the Mass Paddling


Author:
Picante
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Date Posted: 10:29:05 11/09/24 Sat

I went to a London school in the 1960s. I witnessed a mass caning when I was 10.

One Playtime some over zealous prefects sent loads of boys and girls to Mr Whitehouse, who was considered the hardest caner in the school.

When I returned from Playtime to his class, there must have been about 30 queuing up.

When Mr Whitehouse returned from the staff room, he didn't ask any questions, but proceeded to give them all 1 stroke with his cane.

Most of the offenders took it well, with know fuss.

When I was 13 I was on the receiving end of a mass slippering from our PE teacher. About 15 of us got 2 strokes across our gym shorts.

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[> [> Subject: Re: The Day of the Mass Paddling


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JD to Sonya
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Date Posted: 13:57:13 11/09/24 Sat

VERY interesting story, Sonya, about the school paddlings!

When you said that one teacher would have students come to the front of her desk and bend over for the paddle, I'm assuming their butts were facing the class as they got their licks.

While no doubt that would be highly embarrassing, I wonder if they were bending over from behind her desk so that the faces would be facing the class, may be even MORE embarrassing!

The face is like the monitor on a computer, the buttocks are the keyboard. When you make an "entry" on the behind, the results are displayed on the face. Having the class watch you grimace, yelp, and maybe even cry with each lick, may be more traumatic than just seeing a board smack their butt! Just a thought...

I've been on several iterations of the same private forum over the years, usually with the same members to the point we have become online families...and it's always interesting to get perspectives of spanking from people from all over the world, and even just other areas of the U.S.

Most of the topics of conversation are centered around childhood/teenage spankings at home, but some school paddlings. I always wondered if some of the girls/women later regretted NOT getting a paddling at school before they graduated, kind of like a "Rite of Passage," just to say they experienced it and could then forevermore speak about it from a position of firsthand knowledge.

There was a beautiful (yes, we could share pictures) young lady on the forum for YEARS, named Becky. I think Becky joined us when she was around 13, stayed with us until she married at around 22. She was there all through her teenage years and was not shy about sharing anything. To this day, Becky remains absolutely the SWEETEST person I have EVER met in my life, either online or in person!

Becky grew up in a small rural town in Tennessee; her dad was a pastor, her mom didn't work outside the home. Becky was boy-crazy and MOST of her spankings had to do with boys! I swear, that girl was over a lap more often than a napkin with her dad, other relatives, and even her fiance's dad, when she was first engaged. However, she was NEVER paddled in school, though she came very close to it, on two separate occasions.

So I asked her if she regretted never having that particular experience. To my surprise, she told me "no," that she never regretted not having had that experience.

One additional note about Becky, just to show how incredibly sweet she was. Her dad was actually her stepdad, but she REFUSED to refer to him as her stepdad. Her biological dad apparently abandoned her mom when she was either still pregnant with her, or when she was an infant. She credited the pastor who fell in love with and married her mom, as having "rescued" the two of them...so she loved and respected him deeply, refused to EVER refer to him as her "stepdad," he was simply..."dad."

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[> Subject: Re: The Day of the Mass Paddling


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Carolyn (delighted)
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Date Posted: 07:04:07 11/15/24 Fri

Reminded me of an incident a friend shared with me...

"My whole HS basketball team got paddled once together. 16 or 17 girls, 6 paddle swats each or more if you moved out of position. I got one extra. Actually it was more than that because the girl who was team manager and a couple of girls from the cheer squad got it too so probably 20." They didn't mess around back in the day!"

The reason for the mass paddling...

"A fight, more like a brawl among some of the girls. I was not involved. Everybody was going to stick together and not talk about who did what, The school wasn't about to cancel the season, which was an option for bad behavior and poor sportsmanship, so the coach decided to paddle the whole team instead. The good part is, I wasn't in trouble for it at home. The bad part was, it wasn't a symbolic paddling. Our coach knew how to use a paddle. Nobody made it through without crying."

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Beverly
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Date Posted: 11:54:17 11/15/24 Fri

Why were the cheerleaders getting paddled I can see the team managers

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Carol
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Date Posted: 18:27:55 11/15/24 Fri

>One girl, way back in line, was apparently traumatized over the whole thing. She was kind of a goody-two-shoes little princess and this was just NOT acceptable to her. She was crying her eyes out while standing in line, well before her turn. Finally overcome with the magnitude of trauma she was facing, she left her place in line and walked directly up to Miss Mellinger to tearfully plead and beg her case, insisting she had not talked. Miss Mellinger had no sympathy for her, sternly suggested she return to her place in line, else she would get it worse. She returned. When it became her turn, she was bawling like a baby before she even bent over. With each lick, this poor girl screamed like a banshee, you’d have thought Miss Mellinger was skinning her alive. The girl really made a spectacle of herself, unfortunately.

Oh dear! I sympathize with that little girl. If I had been in your class I'm sure I would have behaved similarly. I wasn't brave when spankings were involved!

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JD to Carol
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Date Posted: 21:55:17 11/15/24 Fri

Hi Carol,

Yes, it was unfortunate for her...but we are all different, we all react differently to every given situation and circumstance.

Maybe I'm wrong for not having had more sympathy for her, she was obviously traumatized by the whole event. I think a common failure of we humans is trying to judge others from our own personal perspectives. I'm sure NO ONE in that line-up really wanted to be there, but she was the only one who reacted like that...still, it's just the emotions from her own, unique personality.

I'm no clinical psychologist, but if I were to hazard a guess, the problem this poor girl had was not JUST the paddle swats themselves, it was the totality of the event, which included the embarrassment of having to essentially get SPANKED in front of all of your classmates...because let's face it, when it's YOUR turn, ALL eyes are on YOU for that brief period of time.

Ironically, this poor child ended up embarrassing herself far more than if she had just stoically stayed in line, took her swats when it was her turn, and returned to her desk. Obviously that's a logical assessment and it has nothing to do with emotions; she just didn't have the ability to remain calm.

I hope no one gets the impression Miss M was a cold, uncaring, incompassionate woman - nothing could be further from the truth; she was just the opposite. The thing is, she essentially made a "deal" with us, the entire class, that if we do as we're told, which was to sit in our desks and do our work quietly all day without chatting with our classmates, nothing happens to us...but if you violate that deal, you get paddled.

I think that sometimes it's the more subtle things in our lives that can have a greater impact on how we comport ourselves for the rest of our lives. At least in retrospect, I believe that if Miss M had let this girl off just because she was SO upset over it, it really would have been doing a disservice to her, as a life lesson. It could have taught her that she doesn't always have to face the consequences of her own actions.

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Beverly for JD
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Date Posted: 07:45:15 11/16/24 Sat

I remember crying on the way to the office to get paddled the first time with another girl for talking she was not crying she had been paddled before and her parents used a ping pong paddle to spank . Our school was k through 12 two middle school cheerleaders were in the APs office that scared me more the Ap said we would get a smaller paddle and not hit us as hard as them because we were smaller We were in first grade . I got to go first while I cried a little harder it was not that bad she cried too .

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