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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 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

Girls are spanked at home

This is one of a few accounts of home spankings. These memories are a double sword for me. While I cannot say that I did not find them enjoyable at times, the fact that he was enjoying administering them, as we know now, kind of dampens the mood a bit in retrospect. Unlike the spankings at school, the ones at home were usually directly on the bottom.

Although I did not know it at the time, my uncle had a liking for giving spankings, which seems obvious now, but at the time no one imagined such. We found out about this interest when he died at 62 in 1982. His second wife found various magazines and personal notes about the subject as well as some badly filmed 8mm silent movies.

Funny, we thought he was going easy on us when compared to our friends’ parents who often used a belt or strap, and all along he was living his fantasy. One of these incidents I recall vividly will show that he had some weird ways when it came to spankings. This one involved me and my three older female cousins (his daughters), back when I was 9. Uncle Rob had ‘trained’ us on how to behave when being spanked. He did not allow legs and arms to thrash about and you could only cry lightly. If you did anything against his rules, then he would swat harder. So, you basically laid over his lap for 2 to 4 minutes while he lightly swatted your bottom.
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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 21st, 2019

Thoughts on a school paddling

When someone asks: ‘Do you think some of the administrators who handed out corporal punishments enjoyed it?’ my answer would be, ‘No for most of them but definitely yes for a select few.’

Why do I answer so? Because over my 70 years on this earth I have learned a great deal about human nature and some aspects of it are just plain strange at times. Most punishers do see the sexual nature to spankings, but do not act on it. For others, it is more of a power trip than a sexual one and it is both for some as well.

I myself began having sexual feelings connected to receiving it after I hit puberty at 11 even though I would not realize it was sexual until I was 17, almost 18. My submissive nature also added to the thrill of the moment.

As some of these things became apparent during the sexual revolution of the mid 1960s onward, rules were put in place that limited the number of swats (bad idea in my opinion) and introduced the need for a witness to make sure no weird stuff was happening behind closed doors.

These things were not in place in the 1950s where I attended school in Arkansas, and no doubt some were enjoying meting out punishments and taking their time doing it. I experienced this on several occasions although I never encountered anything beyond the spanking part.
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January 9th, 2019

A girl spanked in school

I received three paddlings from the principal during my 5th grade year at school in Flippin, Arkansas. I was, in a way, getting in trouble on purpose to get it because besides enjoying the after effects and the excitement of the actual event, I think the principal was a replacement father figure since my dad had left my mom and my two brothers when I was 5.

This particular event was kind of funny because of the frustration it caused Mr Anderson, as you will soon see.

It was the Friday before Good Friday in 1956 and my mom had to be at the church at 4:00 pm to rehearse the upcoming play the next week. As a result, she had dressed me in one of my church dresses, yellow, which included a petticoat. She placed my recently cut hair into short pigtails with a yellow bow on each one. I also had on my new shiny black Mary Jane shoes with white ankle socks.

When I got to school, some of the kids kept teasing me because of my church attire. I kept explaining to them why I had it on but, as one probably remembers, some kids are assholes.

It was just after lunch and I remember the great care I took to avoid get any of the goulash on me since it would really show on the yellow fabric. I was at the three-head water fountain in the hall when a kid named Johnny came up behind me and said: “You look stupid in that dress, Emily.”
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