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March 18th, 2019

A girl punished for smoking

Like most girls growing up in the 1970s, I thought that smoking was cool. When I was about thirteen I was persuaded to try it by one of my friends and, although I didn’t really like it, I thought I should persevere so that I would look cool and boys would fancy me. My mum was a smoker and I worked out that it was possible to steal fags from her packet as long as it wasn’t too full or too empty. If there were only a few left, or if there were only a few missing, the difference was noticeable, but between about eight to fourteen, a person would not realise if one disappeared.

So, for a while, over the course of a few weeks, I was able to help myself to cigarettes without having to buy them. I started off just taking one at a time, but soon thought I was safe taking two. I was always careful, of course, to never risk being caught in the act of taking them, so I thought I would get away with it indefinitely.

However, my mum must have noticed that she was getting through packs of cigarettes faster than usual without actually smoking any more and so one morning, as I was about to leave the house to go to school, she stopped me, cigarette packet in hand, and said. “There were fourteen fags in here, now there are only twelve. Have you taken the others?”
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March 18th, 2019

Three girls slippered for truancy

I never used to play truant at school. I enjoyed being there and I also knew what to expect if I got caught. Truancy, like smoking or fighting, was one of those offences that automatically meant a visit to the Headmistress.

The whacking my sister had received from my parents when they discovered she had been skiving off was also a factor. However, as a typical schoolgirl, I did it just the once, thinking it unlikely that I would be caught.

I thought wrong!

My friend, Sarah, had been slippered in a morning lesson for repeatedly disrupting the class. She had PE that afternoon and didn’t want the other girls to see her red bottom, so that lunchtime, she asked me and another girl, Gita, if we fancied taking the afternoon off.

Normally I would have refused, for the reasons mentioned above, but Gita said that she would go with Sarah and I felt obliged to go too.

Gita and her family had moved to the village during the summer and she had started at our school at the beginning of the third year. Her family were from Bangladesh and she was the first brown girl at the school. I had befriended her, thinking she was very exotic.
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March 18th, 2019

A prank at school gets a girl and boy punished

I had a cute butt as a teen; too cute at times. In high school before a game, one of the lads was taking pictures of the cheerleaders. So, in a moment of madness I bent over and let him take a picture of my booty. Imagine my embarrassment when the photograph appeared on the noticeboard with the caption: ‘Whose butt?’

Even more embarrassing was the investigation and having to explain the thing to the Principal. He was quite understanding that it was just a lark that got out of hand a bit, but just to get it home to us that it was unacceptable he gave us a lecture and then got his paddle out of the drawer. I got three smacks on my butt from the paddle and the photographer got six.

I didn’t think I really deserved it but thought that protesting might make things worse. So I bent over the desk and took the swats.  The principal was a bit apologetic at spanking me but it sure hurt plenty anyway.

WHAP!

“Ow!” I yelled.

WHAP!

“Oweeee!” I yelled as tears started as the fire spread.

WHAP!

“Ahhhhhh!” I yelled as I burst into floods of tears.

My cute butt was really on fire when I left the office in tears and I could hardly sit down the rest of the day.
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March 15th, 2019

Boys and girls paddled for a food fight

Not long after I started cheerleading, we had a game on that evening and we were all a bit excited about it. I had brought my camera to school to take photographs of us all and at lunchtime we sat at the table with some boys. Unfortunately the excitement got the better of my companions and they started a food fight with the boys. As I had my camera on me, I jumped up and took a few photographs of the food fight. I think it might have passed unnoticed but unfortunately the kids were excited by the sight of my camera and it all got a bit out of hand. The duty teacher was called, so our table was ‘busted’.

We were told to clear up the food and report to the duty teacher in the hall. When we met him there, he gave us a lecture about our behavior and said we were each going to get three swats of the paddle. I protested that I hadn’t taken part in the food fight but he said I had provoked it by taking pictures.

Anyway, we were all told to line up against the wall. With the thought of the game ahead none of us wanted a sore bottom but we had apparently dug ourselves a hole. The boys went first and each bent over in turn for their swats. They managed to get through it with a series of grunts, which is more than us girls did. My two companions both cried bitterly as their bottoms were lit up.
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March 15th, 2019

A girl spanked over teacher’s knee

As many of my teachers in primary school had been in the army, they had little time for our childish naughtiness. They were good teachers but justice tended to be somewhat summary with them. As I found out when I made some cheeky remark to one teacher which I thought was very clever and which would make the class laugh. He was quite a jolly man but that afternoon he was not amused.

“Come out here, young lady!” he commanded.

I obeyed, noting with consternation him drawing up his chair and sitting on it. He usually did this when about to dish out a smacked bottom.

“Now bend over my knee!” he said as I reached the front of the class.

I complied with the order, getting an amazing view of the floor and knowing the class had an amazing view of my upturned bottom.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”  was my response as the hard hand came into contact with my soft bottom four times, causing the tears to come to my eyes and flow down my cheeks.

I stood up and tearily rubbed my poor bum, which felt superheated.

“Now go back to your place and behave yourself,” said the teacher.

I went back to my place with a stinging bottom, which stung even more as I sat on the hard, unyielding chair. I noticed many of the class, especially the boys, grinning. I put my head on the desk for a few minutes before the teacher told me to sit up. My little joke had fallen flat, but I had provided the class with some unexpected entertainment for the afternoon. Sadly, it was at the expense of my poor little bottom.
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March 12th, 2019

A girl recalls her school paddling

When I was in 6th grade I was going to spend a couple of nights with my friend, Janie, at her house. We were quite excited about it and this led to some fooling around in class. Sadly for us, during the last class the teacher lost patience and sent us out into the hall.

We knew we were in trouble and waited nervously. To our dismay, our teacher came out with the class paddle and told us she had had enough and we were both going to get three swats with the paddle. So, we realised to our horror we were going to have to bend over for three swats each on our cute young butts.

Poor Janie hadn’t been paddled at school before and was really upset and was nearly in tears at the prospect. I was very teary but kept more control, just hoping no-one at home would find out we had been naughty, as that brought its own consequences.

The teacher went and asked the teacher in the next class to come and act as a witness, then told me to put my nose to the wall and told Janie to grab her ankles. I did so and heard three loud pops as the paddle met Janie’s bottom, and lots and lots of crying from my friend.
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March 11th, 2019

Boy caned for smoking

I lived in Yorkshire, England, as a kid. The following happened in my 2nd year at secondary school when I was 12, which would have been about 1970.

I was walking down the road after school with two friends. I had just started trying smoking, and had one lit.  I never really liked it but the other kids smoked so I did too. Like kids do.

Suddenly the headmaster pulled up in his car along side me and we had a short conversation which ended with him telling me to see him after assembly the next morning.  The other kids had somehow concealed their cigarettes so got away with it.  But after he drove away they enjoyed telling me I would get the whack the next day.

I didn’t have a good night, bit of a worry, but then I knew other kids who had the whack and had survived, so not too bad.

Next morning, I did registration then went into assembly.  After the usual hymn singing, he got up and said he wanted to see me after assembly.

So I joined the queue outside his office, wondering who else would get the whack.  He put me at the back of the queue.  He dealt with the other kids who just had admin stuff, and then it was just me.
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March 3rd, 2019

Girls slippered in class

Our gym mistress was a right dab hand with the slipper; it was an old plimsoll, actually, that was kept for the purpose of whacking the bums of naughty girls. Being quite naughty myself, I was a recipient of its sting quite a number of times during my schooldays.

One such occasion was when we had to come in early from hockey due to the weather and Miss told us to change and sit quietly. She went out for something and when she came back there was quite a din which caused us to get a right telling off. Miss then told us we were to sit in silence for the remainder of the lesson, which was about 15 minutes. Anyone not so doing would get the slipper, which she had thoughtfully brought out as a visual aid.

Now you would have thought that a simple task. But not for certain teenage girls, me included. Three of us started whispering when we thought Miss wasn’t looking. Unfortunately, the lady’s antennae were well tuned that day and we were spotted.

“Out the front, you three!” snapped Miss, taking up the slipper. She pointed it at me: “Bend over and touch your toes!”

I obeyed and felt a resounding WHACK to the back of my skirt which caused me to yell. I returned to where I was sitting with a pained expression and heat spreading in my bottom.
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February 24th, 2019

Primary school spankings

When I was in my last but one year at primary school I got caught talking in the morning assembly and was told to come out the front by the duty teacher. I had to stand at the front and, at the end of the assembly, the teacher told me to see her at break.

Knowing the teacher, I guessed this would probably mean a spanking so I left the assembly after everyone else with butterflies.

My worries I would be spanked came to fruition quicker than I anticipated as my own teacher had noticed my misbehaviour and wished to show me her disapproval that a member of her class had been talking in assembly. She also probably wanted to make me an example to the rest of the class. So, over her knee I went for a good smacked bottom, after which I spent 10 minutes in the corner and the rest of the lesson sitting on my sore bottom.

Unfortunately, I still had to see the duty teacher who appeared also prepared, if not keen, keen to wreak her own form of retribution on my bottom. I tried to tell her I’d already been spanked, but my pleading was cast aside and for the second time that morning I had a splendid view of the floor as I was once again bent over the teacher’s knee. By the time she finished, my bottom was on fire and I spent the rest of the day miserably sitting on it.
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February 20th, 2019

A girl gets a school spanking

After narrowly escaping the slipper from Miss Marshall in my first term at the school, I was always on my best behaviour in English lessons. So, by the end of my first year I had still not been spanked at school or at home. I was sure that Miss Marshall knew what I had done and would not hesitate to give me what I deserved if I gave her even the slightest excuse and so it was a great relief to me to reach the final day of summer term with my bottom unscathed.

In the second year, my English teacher was Miss Taylor, who was one of those teachers who would put up with a certain amount of misbehaviour without resorting to using the slipper. As I have said previously, I did enjoy messing around in lessons when I knew I could get away with it, but was always careful not to get on the wrong side of the stricter teachers. The incident I am about to describe came about due to a terrible miscalculation on my part, thinking that I could have some fun with a student teacher.

It was an English lesson and it was in the same classroom that I had been taught by Miss Marshall in the first year. Being attached to the store room where the English text books were kept it was used by classes from the first, second and third years. I still sat in the back row as I had since I started there.
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