Archive for ‘School & College Punishments’

February 14th, 2019

A girl slippered at school for the first time

The first time I got the slipper at school was during a PE lesson from my gym teacher, Miss Woods.

Miss Woods was a young and very attractive woman who looked just like the American tennis player Chris Evert with her shortish blond hair and athletic frame. Another thing she had in common with the tennis champion was the power of her forearm smash!

In this lesson, we were playing hockey out on the playing field. I was quite good at hockey, though not good enough to be considered for the school team. I was not a fast enough runner to excel at games but I enjoyed them. However, right at the start of this game I accidentally clipped the ankle of a girl when we both went for the same ball. She then pushed me in the chest and I pushed her back and Miss Woods had to come over and tell us to behave – or else!

Anyway, for the next few minutes, Louise, for that was the girl’s name, kept hitting my ankles with her stick every time the teacher’s back was turned, and after she had done it several times I lost my temper and swung my hockey stick and gave her a hard whack with it on her backside. Her howl of pain attracted the attention of Miss Woods who rushed over to find out what had happened. There was a moment where Louise and I were both shouting our accusations about each other at the teacher until she told us we had both better come with her and, instructing some sensible girl to keep an eye on the game and report any further misbehaviour to her, she led us back to the changing rooms.
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February 12th, 2019

Short skirts cause trouble

During my school days the miniskirt was very much in fashion and we enjoyed rolling our skirts up much shorter than they should have been. This usually resulted in a telling off from a teacher or sometimes even a detention. But one day the head decided she’d had enough of this foolery and warned us any girl she caught rolling her skirt would be made an example of. And this applied when travelling to and from school.

As uniform inspection was usually carried out as we either went into or came out of assembly we thought it was safe to roll our skirts on the way to school (partly to catch the eye of any boys from the boys’ school) and unroll them before registration. Unfortunately, this particular day the head made good her threat and stood at the school gate to inspect our uniforms. I was one of the unfortunates she spotted with a rolled skirt. She took my name and told me I would be dealt with.

I was worried what the next hour would bring and didn’t have to wait long. At the end of assembly the head read out a list of names and told us to come to the front. We went up with embarrassed looks on our faces. She then read the riot act to us and all the school, and said as we had been flagrantly disobeying what she had recently warned us about we would all get the cane. Our hearts dropped into our boots. I was worried she’d cane us there and then in front of the whole school but instead she ordered us to stand outside her office. We stood there anxiously while everyone came out and filed past us, some with smirks on their faces.
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February 10th, 2019

Three girls paddled in school

This is another account of one of the ones I received in the 6th grade. Besides being the grade in which I received the most from Mr Anderson, it was also the year that my ‘like’ of spankings that began when I was 9 was now fully realized at age 11 in grade 6. Plus, my time spent with my friend David over the summer was a great help in that he showed me how to breathe correctly when getting it and to avoid crying which he said I was a waste of energy and concentration.

This incident occurred on Thursday, April 11, 1957. I remembered it because it was my oldest brother Eli’s 13th birthday. It was a nice spring day especially in view of the previous 4 days of rain we had. This paddling would rank as the top in ones that really were memorable. It would include me (11), my cousin Donna, 12, and a girl named, I kid you not, Peggy Sue, 14, who was also Mr Anderson’s niece. During the next school year, she would at first love and later loathe the song by Buddy Holly that featured her name.

It was also memorable because of a dumb thing Donna didn’t do and the fact that this was the first time I was being paddled with Peggy Sue who was about as familiar with Mr Anderson’s board as I was. This was a day I would never forget.
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February 10th, 2019

Girl caned at school

Getting the cane at school was a hazard of school life. Even some of the generally well-behaved girls got it on occasions. I remember a really nice, studious girl called Pat. As far as I know, she was never in trouble like some of us were. She was quite a looker, even in her school uniform and her looks attracted the attention of some workmen at the school. Unfortunately, she made some rather ribald remark to them which was overheard by a bossy prefect who reported her to the head. So, although Pat never gotten into any trouble at school before, she found herself bending over the desk for three strokes of the cane across the backside. She was right upset about it and we thought it was a bit harsh, but that’s the way things were. And although we sympathised with her, some of us were maybe a little secretly pleased that even a good girl wasn’t exempt from getting her bum whacked.

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February 6th, 2019

A school paddling

It’s funny how you can tell the amazement factor of how things were back in my era of the 1950s when you compare the ones my age to the young ones of today. The older remember many of the things I describe, while the younger often pass a judgment of backwards, perverted and evil. Actually, a small portion of that did occur, just as it does today, and yes folks got away with more things then but that does not make it a bad time or era.

Many are shocked when they hear of how often kids were spanked then and cannot understand how that was allowed to happen. Well, you must not only understand the culture of the region but also the era of that period. There was no internet, no computers, no air conditioning. Very few had television and if one had a phone, it had no dial and you had to pick it up and ask the operator to connect you to someone’s home.

Also, it was very rural and very conservative Christian. At least once every few months the pastor at the church would talk about how it was the parents and other adults’ responsibility to “deliver the rod” to misbehaving children and how that “rod of correction” was used by God to save the souls of kids from hell.  It was not uncommon to have parents spank their neighbors’ kids and no one complained.
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February 6th, 2019

School Bus Paddling

Of all the spankings I received, getting paddled on the bus was the one place I really hated getting it. First, you had a big audience and, second, the swats were fewer but harder. I suppose this was the case because the driver had a schedule to maintain.

It was the first week in October 1956, 6th grade. It was a very warm day and I had showered, put my hair in a ponytail (which seemed to have an invisible sign on it that said ‘pull me’ to boys) and put on a pale blue sun dress and blue canvas shoes. After eating breakfast, I went outside to congregate with my two brothers and four cousins from next door to wait for Mr Tanner (an appropriate name) and the bus to pick us up. My house was the 3rd pickup, which was great because you got your pick of the seats. However, it also meant you had about 45 minutes to go before arriving at school.

The big yellow school bus soon appeared and we all got on. I went to my usual seat which was 4th from the back on the left side and sat down. My cousin Cathy sat with me and the rest were nearby. We went down county road 7014 and soon were on county highway 178. About 25 minutes later, we stopped to pick up Eli Jeffries whom everyone called EJ. He was a 5th grader who was also a little pain in the ass, literally, as was a few others boys in his class.
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February 5th, 2019

A third paddling in seventh grade

This was the 3rd paddling I received during my 7th grade year. The previous year I received 9 but would ultimately only receive 7 for this year. Each time garnered a little more intense sensation than the last, but if only I could talk to someone about it. Why was I like this? Were there other girls that felt similar? It was so weird.

The March 1958 morning was just fine. I got up and washed my face and went to the kitchen to eat the eggs and potatoes mom had prepared. I then returned to my bedroom and put on a slightly faded yellow dress that had been my cousin Donna’s first, then handed down to younger sister Cathy, who then handed it to me. It was nothing fancy, yellow with a red line at the sleeves end and the edge of the dress. I put on some short white socks and my red canvas shoes and soon my brothers and my cousins next door were all on the bus.

About 40 minutes later, we disembarked and went our separate ways. The first 4 school periods were fine as was the lunch break. Then boredom during math class resulted in me earning another trip to Mr Anderson’s office. After getting off the bus that morning, I overheard a man working on the nearby highway yell the ‘F’ word and I thought it was funny.
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February 3rd, 2019

Girls paddled at school

The school year of 1956-1957 was a watershed in my development of this thing, now called a kink, where the inflicting of something that was supposed to be a punishment seemed to have this other fascinating and strange side to it. It was something that required answers to questions that could never be asked in 1950s Arkansas where fundamentalist Christianity was the norm and not the exception. Now with hindsight, a bit of science and a more open society, we now understand more about this phenomenon. Why did this affect me and my friend David, but not my cousin Cathy or brother Eli? Why did spankings give me a form of pleasure that others found to be just plain uncomfortable?  It is obviously a combination of genetics and environmental conditions.

I sincerely believe that had my uncle and school administrators delivered hard, bruising fewer swat spankings instead of the softer, more numerous kind, I may not have developed this ‘like’. I did receive a few hard swats back in the day and they were not something I recalled fondly. Also, my laid-back nature which led me to find guys who acted in an authoritative manner just added to my list of likes when it came to receiving corporal punishment. Spankings from my mom or female teachers did not excite me as much, so ones’ mindset has a lot to do with it.  This was my last spanking of my 6th grade year and it was definitely more ‘likable’ than the one received the previous month which I got with Cathy and Peggy Sue. I am not sure why, but maybe more nerves connected to the danger zone than before, LOL. And it was not just the physical sensations that made it ‘fun’, but it was also the visual things like watching the paddle whack its target, the facial expressions of those getting it, and Mr Anderson’s concentration on his task at hand. Then add the aural effects of the swats as well as the exhalations and sounds of the ones getting it made it an experience to remember.
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January 31st, 2019

Paddling in 7th Grade

The fascination with being spanked by Mr Anderson grew over the school break of 1957. Although I did receive a few from mom and Uncle Rob over the summer, they were not as intense and exciting as the ones from the principal. Maybe it was the fact he was not related, he was a bit of a surrogate father figure, and it occurred somewhere other than in a home. I don’t know for sure why it was the way it was, but I knew I that I thought about it often.

I rarely misbehaved from a non-event just to get it, but if I felt I was being picked on and by retaliating to the miscreant would result in one, then so be it. During the summer, as I went from 11 to 12, I became more and more concerned with my body, looks and height, which I suppose is very normal. When I would get up in the morning, I would look at myself in the bathroom mirror with only my underwear on and wonder why I had to be so short for my age. Today I am 5 ft exactly and during that summer I measured myself at 4 ft 11. I was thin, pale and short. My only good asset was my backside which provided good padding where I needed it. My chest had yet to catch up.
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January 25th, 2019

A silly prank gets a girl the cane

Once, during a lesson when the teacher was away sick and there appeared to be no cover, we were playing a game of dares. There was a flat roof just below the window of the classroom and some girl dared me to jump out the window and run along the roof below.

Unfortunately, I was stupid enough to do it, but before I could get back the substitute teacher arrived and I was caught and sent to the head. When I reached the dreaded office the head impressed on me, first how dangerous it was, and second how I could have damaged school property.

My heart sank as she told me that she should make an example of me and give me six of the best.She then took a cane out of the cupboard and told me to bend over the desk she had for the purpose. Terrified, I obeyed. She folded my skirt up and I felt the cane tap on my tight knickers. There was a slight pause and a swoosh as the cane came down, a momentary delay and then a searing pain in my bum cheeks which felt they had been branded with a hot iron. I didn’t make a noise because it hurt so much I couldn’t catch my breath but the second one produced a yell from me and by the time the third landed, the tears were flowing readily.
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