Archive for ‘School & College Punishments’

April 18th, 2019

A boy’s primary school punishments

I moved to Primary School in 1959 at the age of seven. I was there for four years and managed to only get two corporal punishments in that time. The accounts below are as I remember it though the names are changed. The first was in my second year there at the age of nine. I was chatting a lot as usual and got warned. Later in the lesson, Miss Walker had to warn me again for the same thing. I did not learn though and carried on chatting, so Miss Walker told me to stand outside the classroom.

At the end of the lesson, Miss Walker invited me in and told me to follow her. We walked along the corridor to the Deputy Headmistress’s office and Miss Walker knocked. She went in, leaving me outside. After a few minutes I was called in. The Deputy Headmistress, Mrs Carter, was sat behind her desk.

She asked me why I kept chatting and I could offer no answer. Mrs Carter stood up and told me I was to be caned for disrupting lessons. She told me that she had received reports from other teachers as well, and it was time I learnt a lesson. Mrs Carter was a tall lady, well built and always dressed in a brown suit and brown high heeled shoes. She was in her fifties and always had her hair in a bun.

April 12th, 2019

A boy’s first school spanking

I was six years old when I received my first corporal punishment at school. It was in 1958 and it occurred at my infants school. I was being disruptive and a general nuisance during a class, and I was warned several times by the teacher, Mrs C, about my behaviour. I did not take notice and eventually she sent me to stand in the corner.

However, I still would not behave and kept talking to my friends. Mrs C was a kind lady and warned me once again, which I ignored. Finally, she told the class to behave and grabbed me by the arm. She almost dragged me down the corridor to the Headmistress’s office. She knocked and was told to enter. Mrs C told the Headmistress, Miss J, what I had done. Miss J told Mrs C to return to her class and she would deal with me. I was now a very frightened little boy.

I had heard what happened when Miss J dealt with naughty pupils and knew it was not going to be nice. One of my friends had been given a sound spanking earlier in the year and had told me all about it.

Miss J started by lecturing me, before placing a chair in the middle of the room. She sat on the chair and told me to come to her. I knew what was coming and started crying. When I was next to her, Miss J grabbed me and, before I knew it, I was over her knees. I wriggled, but she had a firm hold on me with one arm. She expertly pulled my shorts and pants down, leaving my bare bottom on display. She soon started smacking my bottom very hard.

April 12th, 2019

Girl paddled in school

This took place at a High School in ‘D’, Missouri. I do not remember the exact year but it was probably somewhere around 2006 or 2007. I also don’t remember what grade the person being paddled was in, but I believe she was a junior or senior.

‘Mn’ of the class of 2007 had been assigned detention for stating that she “had to pee” during class. ‘Mn’ decided she would rather be paddled than to go to detention. She explained the situation to one of her teachers and asked his permission to go to the office to be paddled. He allowed her to do so and the principal told her she would get 2 swats. He asked her if she was sure this is what she wanted to do. She said it was and the principal gave her 2 swats with a wooden paddle.

‘Mn’ returned to class and rubbed her bottom for a little while, complaining that it stung. Her teacher eventually told her to stop rubbing her butt.

I was a student in the class and saw all of this happen except, of course, the actual paddling that took place in the office.


April 12th, 2019

School bus spanking

When I was about 12, we were on a coach coming back from a school trip. We had had a lovely day, but the journey home seemed very long. The girls were getting a bit bored and restive, and our form mistress, who we adored but was strict, had told us to keep our seats several times. There were no seat belts in those days. She finally ran out of patience when I stood up and crossed the aisle of the coach to talk to a friend. I suddenly heard my name called.

“W, come here!”

I went to the back seat of the coach where she was sitting and got told off for not keeping my seat. I thought that would be it but, to my horror, she decided to make an example of me, no doubt to deter others.

“You’ve had enough warnings, young lady, so now get over my knee!” She said with authority.

Miss then made me lie over her knee, pulled my skirt up and smacked my bum hard several times. She was young and very athletic so she made every smack count as I yelped. The sounds of the smacks and yelps brought the spanking to the attention of other girls who looked round with amused grins on their faces.

April 2nd, 2019

Girl spanked at school

I can remember getting my first kiss from a boy when I was about seven or eight years old. I was walking home rather slowly as I had just been spanked by my teacher very soundly and my bottom was really sore. She had had enough of me that Friday afternoon and, when I had made another silly remark, she put me in the corner. It was called the Naughty Corner, and  children who were put in there generally got a spanking.

I might have got away with it had not the previous week the teacher come in with a new hairstyle  which she obviously thought did something for her. On that occasion I had made the memorable remark, “It doesn’t suit you, Miss!”

I thought I was just telling the truth but the teacher was quite upset and I was hauled out the front to be told what a rude little girl I was and given a couple of smacks on the bum to impress the point on me.

In view of the previous confrontation with the teacher my chances of getting away without a sore bum this time were very slim. Sure enough, after the lesson finished and she had dismissed the class, the teacher called me to stand in front of her and gave me a right telling-off which brought tears to my eyes. She then put me over her knee and flipped my skirt up for a meeting between her hand and my rear. She was quite young and athletic and smacked hard for the next minute or so, at the end of which I was yelling.

March 31st, 2019

Giggling schoolgirls paddled

I always have been prone to the giggles and it has got me into trouble more than once. Like at school when my teacher, Ms H, was bending down to get something and cracked her head on the side of the desk. Unfortunately the sight of her holding her head made my friend, Jan, and I get a fit of the giggles. The problem was we couldn’t stop.

Ms H glared at us and told us to go out of the room. Unfortunately, as we were passing, Jan giggled once again, so Ms H handed us the paddle and told us to wait outside in the hallway for her.

We did so, feeling our bottoms to be very vulnerable.

At last, Ms H came out, took the paddle in her hands and gave us a lecture at how impolite and inappropriate we had been. What followed was painful as we both had to grab our ankles and get three swats from the paddle. Jan went first while I had to face the wall. There were three loud pops and three louder yells from my friend, who burst into tears at the end. Interestingly, the class was deathly quiet and listening as I think the sound of the paddle on our bottoms and our yells sent a clear message to the class,  which was obviously the teacher’s intention.

March 27th, 2019

School dinner spanking

I was full of mischief as a kid. One day during school dinners, I decided to play a trick on one of the boys on my table by unscrewing the saltcellar top and handing it to him.

“Do you want the salt?” I asked him.

He took it and shook it and the top came off and emptied salt all over his dinner. I laughed at the look at the dismay on his face and everyone at the table seemed to join in. However, I didn’t realise the prank had been watched by one of the dinner ladies. The next thing I knew was a tug on my ear as she lifted me off my seat and wagged her finger in my face. She then kept hold of my ear as she took me to the teacher on duty, who wasn’t amused by what I had done.

To show her displeasure, she put me over her knee, raised my skirt and gave my bum several good smacks with her hand. She was actually quite young and very athletic, and the smacks really hurt, as she intended them to, of course. These were the good old days. I returned to my seat with a stinging bottom and a red face to finish my dinner. My erstwhile victim was now grinning hugely at my discomfort as I wriggled on my seat.

March 27th, 2019

Girl paddled with others

When I was in high school I took a short cut round the back of one of the buildings. We were actually not supposed to go there as it was out of bounds, but some students used to use it to smoke, which was against the rules. This particular day there were two girls there I knew who were indulging in that illegal activity. I was brainless enough to stop and have a chat with them as they smoked and sadly for us a teacher on duty came round the corner and caught us.

I protested I was not smoking and the other two girls, who had been caught red handed, backed me up. But the teacher still said I was in a forbidden part of the school and sent the three of us to see the AP.

The AP was pretty good about it, especially as the girls owned up to smoking and once again told him I was just chatting with them and not smoking. He told them they will be getting six swats of the paddle each, which was the usual penalty for smoking. But then he turned to me and said that, although I had not been smoking, I had committed an offence punishable by three swats from the paddle. I protested I had merely been taking a shortcut but he said I shouldn’t have stopped to talk.

March 26th, 2019

Off the record US school paddling

My name is Kateøina, which translates as Cathy in English. I am 30 years old and I have decided to share this memory with you. Before telling the story, I must stress out two important points.

  1. English is not my first language and there might be some grammar/linguistic errors in the text. I apologize in advance.
  1. I do not remember the exact words of people engaged in the story. It is a little adjusted, but the main point is the same.
  1. I have kept this story to myself and never told anyone and never will. There are only two individuals in the whole world who know about it. However, this is a great opportunity to tell the world and yet stay anonymous (all the names are fictional, only USA is not). It occurred to me multiple times in the past, but I thought no one would ever believe me. Finally, I took courage.

I will try to be as descriptive as possible, even of my own body. It feels weird, but I want to share this memory complete so you can be there with me for a while.

As you may have guessed, I am not from any English-speaking country. I live in a rather small country located in the heart of Europe. I am 30, graduated from college and in a working process, but this story brings me back to 2004 when I was 15 and was attending a boarding school gymnasium in the capital of my country. I was a very good student with almost outstanding grades, also lucky enough to be truly beautiful and I was very aware of that. I was about 160 centimetres tall, not skinny but slim fit figure. I was extremely proud of my long dark curly hair and soft healthy skin, already developed C-cup breasts, and my bottom was full and round. I used to wear leggings and tight jeans to show my curves, naturally with thongs under them.

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?”