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>Thanks for your kind words, Mama... I can very well >say the same for you. I don't post much and I really >don't have time to read everything posted, but there >are some contributors I seek out because they are >always so interesting, including everything you post. > >I would hazard a guess that most don't report they got >paddled at school since the school had no policy of >either seeking permission - OR - notifying the parents >afterward that little Johnny or Janie got his or her >fanny tanned with a paddle. That said, I would guess >it would be a case-by-case basis...those who had a >reasonable expectation that the parents were going to >find out regardless of the fact the school would not >notify them, likely did confess because "lying by >omission" was also a spankable offense, most certainly >a bit of extra "heat" for trying to conceal the >trouble at school. > >I managed to escape being introduced to the infamous >"Board of Education" all the way through my school >career - UNTIL - probably a couple of months before >graduation when 3 of my friends and I developed a >severe case of "Senioritis" that unfortunately tricked >us into believe the school rules no longer applied to >us. > >We drove off campus one day during our lunch period - >without authorization - to go to a local convenience >story to have soft drink, chips, and play pinball and >video games. We were caught by Mr. Richardson, a >teacher and the girl's basketball coach who was on >"Student Parking Lot Patrol," when we returned. He >flagged us down, stuck his head in the window and >looked at each of us in turn like he was trying to >memorize our faces, then told us to park and go to the >principal's office, said he'd be along shortly. It >was the longest walk ever, but we arrived way too >soon. > >The 4 of us were assigned to an Assistant Principal, >Mr. Porter...a very large and intimidating man. >Originally he assigned us each to 3 days out-of-school >suspension...which would have been devastating to our >GPA (Grade Point Average) as there was no make-up for >missed assignment or exams - they would all be zeros. >That was really bad, as some of us were concerned >about college admissions the following year. > >One of the other guys - don't remember which is was - >asked if we could take licks instead of being >suspended. Mr. Porter agreed, but ONLY if it was >unanimous; if any one of us chose suspension instead >of paddling, we would all be suspended. My heart >sank. I didn't want to be suspended OR paddled, but >in my mind I had reasoned that maybe my parents would >get my suspension reversed because I was a good >student and this was the FIRST TIME EVER I had been in >any kind of trouble at school...but once you've been >spanked, you cannot be "un-spanked." But now I knew >that if I didn't agree to the paddling, I'd be >sentencing my friends to the same fate of suspension >and they'd probably never forgive me. > >I don't think any of us were strangers to frequent >spanking at home...but getting paddled at school, was >something altogether different. I had an inexplicable >fear of a school paddling, not sure why; maybe it was >a combination of the pain and the embarrassment, I'm >really not sure. But now my fate was sealed, I was >about to get my first ever, school paddling! > >I remember it was Lennie who asked if we could go use >the restroom before things got underway; Mr. Porter >agreed. The real reason to go to the bathroom, was to >try and pull our tucked-in shirttails down as far as >possible in back, trying to add another later of >protection between the hardwood paddle and our >behinds. Also, Lennie asked that if we have a choice, >could he go first because he could handle the paddle >IF he didn't have to see us get it first, knowing what >he was in for. > >When we returned to the office, I remember a >red-haired girl student named Sherry who was working >in the office, teasingly asked us, "Where are y'all >going to get your butts blistered?" as there were >other AP's, besides Mr. Porter (very large high >school). We didn't really appreciate her levity. > >It was kind of ominous when we returned. Mr. Porter >had his paddle lying out on his desktop and he had >already written out 4 "Return to Class" pink slips, >written across the front was "Paddled." I imagined it >was similar to people who have grave markers erected >for their own burials, while they're still living. > >So Lennie did get to go first. He was kind of our >guinea pig because Mr. Porter would never tell us how >many licks it was going to be...we ASSUMED 3 but >didn't really know. Thank God he stopped at three; >school policy allowed for up to 5. > >It was standard position, bent over, hands on knees, >head up, eyes forward, back kind of dipped to cause >your butt to stick out more. I honestly don't think >the large Mr. Porter could have swung the paddle any >harder if his life had depended upon it! Other than >using one hand instead of two, he looked like a MLB >player trying to hit one out of the ballpark. Lennie >didn't make a sound but when he stood up, his face was >red and his eyes were watery. That was the same for >all of us - none of us yelped at all, but we all had >tears in our eyes. > >So first it was Lennie; then Steve, then yours truly, >then Richard. Three EXTREMELY HARD licks each. When >it was my turn, I felt the paddle touching my >butt...then it left and I was thinking, "Here it >comes, here it comes..." NOTHING could have prepared >me for that first swat! In all of my 17 years of >living up to that point, I never knew your body could >register that level of pain! It felt like my butt had >exploded, like I had a stick of dynamite in each back >pocket that exploded simultaneously. Panic nearly set >it, I had NO IDEA how I was going to be able to take >two more of those! But somehow I did, lived to tell >about it, haha. > >We were then dismissed to return to our respective >classes, already in session. Fortunately my next >class was English and Steve was in the same class, so >I didn't have to go in alone. Coincidentally, our >teacher was Mrs. Porter, Mr. Porter's wife. She took >our pink slips, gave us kind of a "knowing grin" and >told us to take our seats..."if you're able to." > >My mom never found out about me getting paddled until >I was grown, maybe even married...and Richard - No. 4 >in the paddling lineup had became a good friend of the >entire family - was visiting when I was visiting my >mom, and just mentioned it in conversation. I >remember my mom pulling down her reading glasses to >look over the top of them at me and said, "I never >knew that." > >The most memorable paddling in my entire school career >involved a girl named Alisa and the same female >English teacher I mentioned before, Mrs. Knight...but >I'll not share it unless anyone really wants to hear >it because I know this forum's central theme is the >spanking of boys, mostly by their moms. > >Thank you again for your kind words!
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