It was not the first time a teacher paddled me. The first time had been 4 years earlier and failing to learn my lesson caused there to be a fair amount of swats with the school paddles given to my bottom in between. School Paddling depending on the offense and teacher involved always hurt but was most often just a case of taking your licks and going back about your day. It was however it was the most memorable and perhaps painful paddling I’d be given at school.
After a few incomplete assignments and a classroom distraction or two I was asked to stay after class “for a discussion”. Mrs Z was newer to the school and it was a new year so my behavior made an impression early and in turn she was about to make hers on me. As the bell rang and the class was dismissed to a free period I was reminded to stay behind. Which I did with a nod and a wink to my friends as they left. Expecting nothing more than a lecture or maybe a lunchtime detention.
Mrs Z pointed to a desk near the front of her classroom and admonished me with “William wait right here and prepare yourself for a good whacking.” It was clear she meant business. How much though was yet to be known. A few swats and I’d be on my way like most of the times before. She came back with Mrs H as a witness as well as the Librarian.
Missed assignments, a poor spelling quiz score, and then distracting others she informed me had earned 10 swats leaning over her desk at the front of the classroom. It was a warm late summer day, the school wasn’t air conditioned and not until later would i remember that the windows were open. After being put into position for my punishment she recounted what I was being paddled. No guilt, no you should do better or any of that simply. A listing of what had led to this particular school paddling and then there was that line for the second time. “ Stay in position and you had better have prepared yourself for a good whacking.”
Maybe 30 seconds passed as she walked to a cabinet at the back of the room. Waiting and admittedly a little concerned about what was going to happen the metal doors opening and closing seemed like the only sounds in the world. The time had come and she was in position. The first swat landed and my butt exploded. She was not playing and seemingly was not new to making an impression on unruly teenage boys. The next 9 swats were all on the exact same spot with the exact same, impression making amount of force and heft. It was a school paddling like few if any other before it.
I was not stoic, No screaming or crying but certainly as struggle to take all of the swats without moving, promising myself by the end to try to avoid anything that would give her a reason to give me another swat.
In a matter of a minute maybe two at the most it was done. I was kept in for the rest of the period as additional punishment. My seat had been moved to the front row center of the class for the remainder of the year. When the other students came back in and saw me there little was left to the imagination. She had left the thick wide paddle on the desk for all to see. Not that they hadn’t heard me getting my beating through the open windows.
Friends would ask about it later in the teasing way they do when another got the board and I’d warn them that she delivered a spanking like few others. That I was going to avoid another session with her paddle if at all possible. This was one school paddling that made an impression, quite literally. It was effective and soon her reputation preceded her. If you were asked to stay in you could expect to be given “a good whacking”. Boy, or Girl you were getting 10 painful, bottom bruising and effective no nonsense swats.
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