An account by Pam Dumont concerning her 1976 paddling at the Elyria, NY, high school, another real-life experience provided by Megan. What Did It Feel Like? This was the question many people asked me when they learned I had been paddled at school. Obviously they themselves had never been paddled, or they would have known the answer! How did it feel? Basically, it hurt. A lot! A school paddling was different from a home spanking, and the pain was different. I admit I had my share of spankings from Mom (boy, did I), but her stinging spanks with the hairbrush

Jenny Hill’s experience, kindly passed to us by Megan. About a week or two before school started in the Fall, the school would post lists on the front doors of the school showing which students were being assigned to which teachers for the year. Once it was known that the lists were up, usually the older kids wouldn’t wait until the official ‘back to school’ orientation evening where the parents could meet the teachers but would instead get on their bikes and go up to the school to see the lists early. The week before I started 6th Grade, my

My name is Julie Baker and I was born in Edinburgh in March 1956 and subsequently brought up in the same city. My father is Scottish and was a well known GP in Edinburgh before he retired. My mother is Swedish and came to the UK in the 1950s to train to be a nurse. I was an only child and I benefited from a solidly middle class upbringing and the stability provided by two loving parents. From the age of 12 my parents sent me to a private day school for girls in Edinburgh. I was not academic but

A second high school paddling for Nikki, for smoking. There Was No Choosing This Time. There was only three forms of punishment at the school. They had suspension, of course. There was the pit. Which was the same as ISS at other schools except the room you went to had no A/C or heat and was flat out miserable. Then there was a spanking with the paddle. Like most teenagers, I smoked. I didn’t smoke at school but I did right before, and as soon as I could get out to my car. I carried my pack in my purse.

(Nikki’s Account) First Paddling  I made it though elementary school without getting a spanking at school. Many times I was threatened that it would be used on me, but I managed  to behave well enough not to justify a paddling. I heard a few boys get swats in the hall. I felt sorry for them. It had to be embarrassing. When the 7th grade started we had moved to a new district. It was pretty common knowledge that most teachers had a paddle in their class. You didn’t have to be sent to the principal’s office or to the gym

(As told by Mr C to Megan L.) Ashley Ashley was new to Lafayette High School. She was new to Mississippi too. Being from New York, she thought she was much better than us backward rednecks. Many of the students thought Ashley was pretty much a snob and avoided her even more for her attitude. But the boys couldn’t help but stop and stare when she walked by. That only added fuel to her fire of arrogance. So the day she got her comeuppance is something of a legend in Oxford, Mississippi. Since I was the teacher that gave that

Another account kindly passed on to us by Megan L. Don’t be late for class at Jefferson High School. My name is Laura and I wanted to share my experience with corporal punishment, which was very common when I attended school. I will try my best to share my memory as it has been many years since my last high school paddling, although certainly not my last at home. I must have been around 15 years old, because the incident happened with my BF, who had to be 16 since it involved a drive in his car for an unauthorized lunch

Another account kindly provided by Megan L Senior Spank Day! In my last week at school, not long before graduation, it was Senior Prank Day. This is an old but totally unofficial tradition where 12th graders have once last chance of showing some mischief and naughtiness before they leave school. One problem is that students and teachers can disagree about what is funny so it was not uncommon for some students to find themselves collecting swats one last time! Of course, I had to be part of this distinguished number. That day we had decided to have a shaving cream

A typical school paddling described. Kindly supplied by Megan L I managed to stay out of the Vice Principal’s office throughout my tenth and eleventh grades. It was partly because I was growing out of my ‘getting into trouble’ phase, partially because I was getting better at not being caught and just plain being lucky, and also because the very few times I could have gotten into trouble, I managed to (sweet) talk my way out of it. The two VPs at my high schools were both male and I think they were both prone to believing a story being

Kindly sent by Megan on behalf of Sarah J, one of two girls paddled. It was a cool morning in the Texas Hill Country in February of 2004.  I was 17 and a senior in high school, looking forward to graduation in a few short months. I had just sat down in my third period class when the morning announcements began. As usual, most of the announcements were meaningless and boring. My attention was caught, however, when I heard my name being called out along with one of my other classmates, Katelyn. We had to go to the principal’s office. Trying