School Spanking R/L
Otkfme
This is how I remember being spanked at school when I was growing up
School Spanking
I grew up in a very small town in Kansas. In fact, I was born in another town,
because there was no hospital. The elementary school that I went to was right
across the alley from where I lived. At that time, most of the teachers were
women, and the principal was a man, Mr. Burton. Corporal punishment was a
given at the school, and your parents didn't need to sign a permission slip for
it to be okay to spank you.
Each teacher had a large, wooden paddle, hanging from the side of their desk.
Usually, if you did anything wrong, you were asked to stay after school for
your punishment. The teacher would then scold you for what you did wrong, then
I would be asked to lower my pants and bend over the desk.
"Grip the other side of the desk and stay in position," the teacher would say.
If it was a bad offense, or if it I had committed the offense more than once, I
would feel my underpants pulled down to my knees. Even as a little boy, I felt
so embarrassed being naked from the waist down, and being spanked by a grown
woman. Then my paddling would begin. In the fourth, fifth, and sixth grade, I
was expected to count out my spanks. By the time the teacher was done spanking
me, I always had a sore, red bottom.
After the spanking, the teachers would usually have me stay in position, bent
over the desk, while they examined my red bottom. Then I was sent to the
corner, with my pants still down, while the teacher would write out a note to
my parents. The note would list what I had done wrong in school, and that I
had received a spanking for the offence. This note needed to be signed by at
least one of my parents, and returned to school the next day. I guess I was a
naughty little boy growing up, because I had to stay after school for a
spanking, quite a few times.
My dad always gave me another spanking at home, if I had received a spanking at
school. So I always dreaded bringing the note home.
The principal, Mr. Burton, also had a no running rule inside the school, and he
would enforce the rule with a spanking. There were two main entrances to the
school. Once inside the main doors, you could go upstairs to the classrooms,
or downstairs to the cafeteria. If you went down another flight of stairs,
this took you to the bathrooms. The girl's bathroom was on one side of the
building, the boy's bathroom on the other side. When you went down to the
bathroom, the walkway to the bathroom was about four feet off the cafeteria
room floor, and had three metal bars, separating it from the cafeteria.
Another rule in the school was that you needed to wash your hands before you
ate in the cafeteria. We also had recess right before lunchtime. So when we
were out at recess, the bell would ring, and then you went inside of the
school, washed your hands, and then ate in the cafeteria. Mr. Burton liked to
be at the bottom of the stairs to the boy's bathroom. The other boys and me
were usually in a hurry to eat lunch, so we would run down the stairs. Mr.
Burton would stop us by putting his hand on our shoulder.
"You were running. Drop your pants and bend over the railing." Mr. Burton
would say to you.
The younger kids bent over the lowest rail, and the older kids bent over the
middle rail. When the other boys came down to the bathroom, they knew who was
going to be spanked because you were bent over the rail in just your
underpants. The kids eating in the cafeteria could also see that who was going
to be spanked. As well as the girls, going to the bathroom, on the other side
of the cafeteria.
Mr. Burton would wait until he had many boys bent over the railing before he
spanked you. Sometimes, I had to wait up to five minutes for the spankings to
begin. Then he would start with the younger kids, and give them a hand
spanking. It usually was about five or six hard swats of the hand. This was
enough to make you cry. You also had to stay bent over until everyone was
spanked. For the older kids, Mr. Burton would use his wooden paddle. Then you
received about twelve swats of the paddle. Unlike the paddling from our
teachers, we were not required to count them out loud and you weren't given a
note to be signed.
After everyone was spanked, then we were allowed to pull up our pants and go to
the bathroom. Mr. Burton still stayed outside of the bathroom until we were
done. If we were still in a hurry to eat lunch, and ran again, he would grab
you by the shoulder, and tell you to bend over the railing, again. Then you
got another spanking.
As a little boy growing up, I got many spankings for running from Mr. Burton.
It was so embarrassing to be bent over the railing with my pants down, getting
spanked, while girls in my class were eating and giggling below me. Then these
same girls teased me about my spanking, when I went back to class.
I didn't like being spanked, but the school had very few discipline problems
back then.