Quotes from "Southern Education"

[MrM]

Jeff Charles wrote an anti corporal punishment book regarding school paddling. In the research for this book, he interviewed many females about their personal experiences with being paddled at school. Here is a selection of their quotes.

Over 20 women who were recently paddled in high school—all of them in the American South, were interviewed for this book-- many of them in great depth. Their ages ranged from 15 to 26 at the time of their interviews in 2000 and 2001, with the average age of 19. The majority of them had been paddled within the past year of their interview, and nearly all of them within three years. The interviews focused most on the paddlings that occurred when the women were 17 or 18 as Seniors in high school. Nearly all of the paddlings were designated and administered by men for trivial “class one” or “class two” school violations, such as tardies, dress code, and parking violations, and occasionally for smoking or skipping a class or some other thing. (Class one are the most trivial offenses and class five the most serious generally). A number of the women were still in school subject to paddling while they were interviewed.

In their own words… quotes from recently paddled young women.

The Phallic Paddle—Quotes


“Mr. Kelly, would you fetch the paddle? Angie, stand facing the desk, right there.” (He pointed). “When I tell you to assume the position, you will place your feet apart, bend over the top of the desk and hold the far side. Understood?” I said, “Yes sir.” Then Mr. Kelly passed Mr. Dunn the paddle—a big one.

When he fetched the paddle I thought, “That’s BIG and it’s going to be worse than I thought.” Then there was being bent over for a long time before he paddled me, and that was bad….

My turn came, and I closed the door behind me as there were other students waiting out there to be paddled also. Three Assistant Principals were there (all guys at HS), and EACH ONE had a paddle in his hand. There was a chair in the middle of the room…. Then I was told to stand in front of the chair, spread my feet apart, put my hands on the seat and bend over. All three men came round behind me and hit my ass [two swats apiece taking turns] as hard as they could.

He put the paddle on the desk first then got me in position [bent over the desk looking at the paddle].

It was last period before lunch and two assistant principals came into Vera’s classroom. One of them had a paddle in his hand where the whole class could see it. They called her name out and told her to step outside into the hall. She walked out and they shut the door and she was paddled right outside the class in the hall. She was ordered to bend over and hold her ankles, then given six swats with the board without stopping. Then she was sent right back into class.

He said my pants looked like they were painted on they were so tight, and he asked if I was wearing panties. He said he couldn't see a pantyline, and said, “The paddle will leave a good big footprint across your butt as a reminder.”

Mr Chalmers said he couldn’t believe [with me being an 18-year-old Senior] that I’d never had swats before….

Mr. Demka told me his paddle was called “The Sizzle” because it smarted so bad. He told me to put my feet apart and hold my ankles.

I said I'd take the swats now. He got the paddle out and put it on the desk where I could see it.

[Mr. Clark wanted me to hold the paddle while he made some phone calls]. First off I held the paddle down in front of me. Then he told me to face the wall and put my hands behind my back so I stood with the paddle down the backs of my legs and my hands resting on my ass.

I stood in front of the desk while he lectured. He fetched the paddle and put it on the desk. He asked what I thought he was gonna do with it. I said, “Give me swats.” (dumb question, huh?). He talked about the gym comp I was in and something about how he had to swing the paddle to make sure I had a good 'glow' at the gym. I think he asked if I deserved hard licks. I said it was up to him. That's when he got up and walked behind me with the paddle.

When the paddling started I was facing window touching my toes. The swats were hard, and I jumped after 2. Then he told me to go over to the desk and bend over, with my chest lying flat on top, and stand up on my toes stretched out to hold on. Said that time he'd “teach me a lesson” and he laid on the rest of the swats extra hard.

I was bent over the desk and Mr. Comstock came over and stood at the other end of the desk. The paddle was laying there between us. He said, “See that Miss Hughes? I have to apply that to your bottom hard enough to leave a lasting impression. So you can expect to jump, am I right?” I think I nodded. He picked up the paddle and said, "Let's do it. This is gonna hurt but you asked for it….”

The principal said I may not have felt the paddle in school before, but it was maybe time I learned from it. He told me to fetch the paddle from a locker. He asked me if I thought it would hurt, and if I had been spanked before. I told him, “no.” He said I had “too much attitude” and maybe swats would help teach me. He told me to bend over ….

It was Mr. Conners who did the next 3 swats. He was the witness for the first 3 given by Mr. Thomson. Nice guy but his swats stung more than Mr. Thomson even though he used the same paddle and it didn’t look as if he swung it any farther back or anything. Mr. Conners was lining up to give the seventh swat when Mr. Cranston said he’d do the last ones and went to fetch his own paddle from the other office. His were the worst of all.

Mr. Jefferson carried his paddle with him when he patrolled the school.

All eight of my high school paddlings were given by males. Twice witnessed by a female, the other six times witnessed by a guy too.

I was in the lobby, outside the APs office, waiting for a tardy pass. Mr. Flynn came out of his office with a friend of mine, and he'd just paddled her. I heard it. He had the paddle in his hand and he waved it at me like I was “next in line.”

They told me how many swats I was getting--ten. That was bad news. Mr. Andrews fetched out the paddle and had me hold it, which was weird. He asked if I got spanked at home (No) and said how my mom thought I should get paddled for this and it was their job to carry out the punishment. He said it wasn't personal, it was his job, and he asked if I was scared of the paddle. I think I giggled because it seemed like a pretty dumb question and he got mad, grabbed the board back and had me bend over the desk.

[MrM]

Principals Enjoying the Paddling Quotes


I believe the principals enjoyed administering the beatings. They were able to call three mature females into their office, all attractive and good students, and order us to bend over and present our buttocks for a hard spanking with a large wooden paddle. The principals were lined up ready, each of them holding a paddle. It was like a ritual flogging.

I was called into the office, talked to for ages, and then I was told to bend over and touch my toes for two swats, a break, two more swats, and a break, and finally three swats HARD from Mr. Baxter. That shithead loved giving me swats in that dress.

I was forced to bend over in front of two men mostly. Sometimes a female, but mostly guys. I mean come on. It was ALWAYS sexual.

“Jeff--Luanne said she'd NEVER been paddled before that one time at HS and this one principal, Mr. Flynn, had always made jokes about her “visiting the office” before she graduated and how she had a "peachy ass" (his words) and he'd like to "see how it bounces with the paddle,” so the little shit obviously wanted to spank her butt big time and he finally got his wish. Like you said, students are placed in a position where the alternative to being paddled is worse than the paddling itself. So they CHOOSE (not the right word) to take corporal punishment. Not fair. Not right.

No idea about that [whether any principal ever enjoyed paddling me]. Didn't think about it. Maybe they did.

He enjoyed the job I think. He sure got plenty of practice. I don’t know if it was a sexual thing for him, but I’m sure he enjoyed having the power to tell a student to bend over to be spanked. He just liked beating girls and he was in a position to do it just about whenever he liked.

I passed the paddle over to the principal who had my referral but he said no, the other guy would "issue my swats.” He's an assistant principal I don't know well, but he had a reputation for being a "heavy hitter" and even the boys are scared of his swats. Anyhow, he took the paddle and went to close the door. When he turned around he was smiling, and I see now that he was not just trying to be friendly. He ordered me to face the wall, bend down and hold my ankles, but the other principal said no I was to bend over the desk.

I had on a thin cotton dress and small panties. The principal told me bend over the desk and he slapped my butt with the paddle [about 30 or 40 times] while he lectured me, like light slaps but it still stung through the skirt. The slaps were not hard—this was like a warm up or something before the real paddling started. While he talked he gave light taps, like Pat Pat Pat, in little runs. I could feel my butt wobble and tried tensing the muscles. He must have seen, because he told me to relax as it would hurt more if I tensed up. Even being hit that lightly there was a sting because the dress was not a thick fabric….

Why did three of them have to be there and why did they take turns beating us? There is no doubt in my mind that they got sexually aroused by the sight of each girl coming in to be beaten, bending over and taking swats. They must have been real pleased to catch us… especially my friend Juanita, who is 5ft 11ins and does modelling work. I'm sure they found the whole thing very entertaining because they had the right to paddle us hard and not have any comeback. We'd broken the rules alright but we were being punished according to the guidelines they created.

We have a lowlife AP that I know enjoys paddling, particularly girls. He gives more swats than the other guys, and is always telling about how such a student yelled when he took swats, or another one didn't hold position, that kinda shit. He made comments about my ass when I wore tight pants, and he joked when I was in the office for paddling. He likes to keep me waiting around when I’m in for a paddling too.

In 11th and 12th grade I realized I got paddled more than any other student (about every other week). I don’t believe I was more badly behaved. It was the fact that he found excuses to paddle me. “I’m bored…let’s get Tammy Bartlett up to the office and whop her ass” - that’s what I think went on. Maybe it was also because I tried to never let on how much it hurt, which was dumb because I guess he thought he needed to give more licks or whop me harder. So I was maybe a “challenge” to him. He enjoyed punishing girls—and I was an easy target for him even beyond that. I seemed to get swats when other girls with similar misdemeanors got none or another punishment.

…the guy was just grinning away when I stood up like he enjoyed the job.

I'm sure they all got a rush out of paddling me. They all had a go at my ass and they had me bent over for a long time just talking about it. I'm sure it was sexual. I just felt angry, not even humiliated.

Jeff: Did you feel the principal enjoyed paddling at any time?
Karen: Yes.

…they got a charge out of spanking me sure enough.

Not all of them [showed open enjoyment when they paddled girls], but two did. They have like a ritual about getting you in position and taking aim, then telling you off some more while you're waiting for swats and you want them to get on and issue them. One guy walks around between swats and always had me stand up and put my hands up on my head while he talked.

Jeff: Did you ever feel the principal and/or witness(es) were getting sexual enjoyment out of paddling you?
Kelli: Yes

All [of my high school] paddlings (25 or so) were issued by men except 5 from a female coach, witnessed by another woman. Mostly it was a male witness, about maybe 20% a female witness in the office.

We had just returned from summer vacation and I had some pictures at the beach with my cousins. We were talking about the summer and I was showing my buddies at HS the pictures, and this Assistant Principal came up I that didn't like. He told me come to the office. He went through my photos and said they were real nice. He was staring at one picture that showed my rear. He said if I got in trouble he'd put me over his desk - I can still remember his exact words - "I'll paddle your ass so it's red at that bikini top. Any trouble, you get the board." I'd NEVER been in trouble except detention a couple of times, and he scared me.

I had on a thin skirt, so I was scared and felt nauseous. I got in there, and it's the AP I hated. He smiled and said he'd called my mom. Then he asked if I had my bikini with me, and the other principal laughed. It was real nasty. I still don't see why both guys paddled me. It's got to be because they were getting a rush out of it.

He was always adding extra licks after he got me in the office—maybe 80% of the time he did that. He said I had "a superior intellect, and it was tragic the route to getting a response involved paddling my ass.” Funny huh?

They called me in the office right from the pool. They asked what I chose: 10 swats (with regular clothes) or 5 swats (in my swimsuit which didn’t cover very much of my rear). I said I'd take the 5 and they both smiled, like they couldn't believe their luck or they'd won the lottery. Looking back on the incident, it was quite funny the way they reacted. They were like schoolboys spying in the girls locker room or showers. They were looking me up and down, and Mr. Katoulich just said, “Good, good…” a few times.

I’m not sure when I first thought, “This guy likes what he's doing,” but I’m darned sure they did, mostly with the girls.

I figure sure there was a “sexual element,” are you kidding me?! You call some pretty teen girl into the office to spank her ass with a board? Man that's loaded with "sexual elements.”

Yes, [I think the principal sexually enjoyed paddling me]. But he never was explicit about it or said anything. He didn't make jokes or anything. I think he just enjoyed paddling girls. He got a rush out of administering a beating and did it a whole LOT.

He issued swats to five other girls and myself all at once. He had us all line up facing the wall. Then he told us to step back in turn assume the position and take a swat then step back in line. He walked up and down the line with the paddle we all got six licks hard.

My ass was a bit higher [than my back], and my hips were on the edge of the desk. He told me to get right up on my toes for the paddling.

At school I thought maybe [the principals enjoyed paddling me], especially when I was in 11th and 12th Grade.

I had one AP who really was into a power trip. He told me to, “BEND OVER” real loud, like he wanted people to hear it outside. I bent over and looked back and he said, “Face front. Face front all the time. No looking back. Head up. Look at the window.” Then he had me stand up and take a half step to the right. I tried to hitch my shorts down, and he told me, “Leave those alone and BEND OVER.” I touched my toes again and he told me to stand up and take a half step back. I did that and bent over again, and he said, “Did I tell you to bend over, Miss Conners?” I said, “No sir.” And he said, “Well—stand up. Do what you’re told.” I stood back up and apologized, and he ordered me to put my hands on my head. Then he yelled again, “BEND OVER!” I touched my toes—again. Then he said, “That’s better. Hold that position.” Then he issued 7 swats with about 10 seconds between, very hard, but I held position. After the seventh swat I started to stand up, but he ordered me to stay down. He said, “Do NOT stand up. Wait until you are told. Think about what you’ve done and what has just happened. You are responsible for that.” Then they did some paperwork and made some phone calls.

I was standing about four feet from the desk and stretched out. He said to hold that position. I was not comfortable and wanted to take the punishment quickly. The witness was filling in a punishment form and asking what to write. When he finished the principal with the paddle picked it up and issued 5 swats without a break, but slowly. When I stood up he was smiling and all friendly. He said it had not been too bad.

My panties were quite high styled on hips. She pulled them up tight so I guess I was about half-bare back there. It felt like my buttocks were uncovered from the board when he hit me, and the noise was loud.

I guess my shirt was pulled up tight up to my breasts. It was as high as she could pull it. I just tucked it up when I was by the desk but I guess it kinda fell down or something so she had to adjust it some more.

I asked, “What--10 swats? Like this?” (pointing at my sports shorts). Mr. Jackson said, “Shorts are not our problem, Miss Stubing. Your attitude is. Those shorts are good and tight. You'll get the full benefit of the board in those. I think you'll take some notice this time. Now...ASSUME THE POSITION!” He said this very loud, and I bent straight over.

She took me to the locker room and had me undress to panties and put on track shorts and then we went back to the office.
When we got back there were two principals waiting--both guys. The one with the paddle said he'd start over and add two—which brought it up to nine swats. Back over desk. He stepped up and gave me four in a row as hard as he could. I jumped up and grabbed my ass like it was on fire, and the woman says, “Back over--we're not finished.”

Mr. Curtis said it was a shame I had on a dress like that and the paddle would sting more. He told me face the desk and grab my ankles. They couldn't see my ass I don't think, it wasn't THAT short, but I'm not sure. The paddle didn't land on bare skin, I would have felt that.

I was wearing my practice shorts and a G-string (like less than a thong) so there wasn’t much protection. He made comments about my shorts and how I'd never been paddled before and he said it was “long overdue.” They had me bend right down and hold my ankles so there would have been some of each ass cheek uncovered. I was aware of that but couldn't do anything about it.

He had me smooth my skirt with my hands. He said it was to check that I didn’t have paddling. Then I had to slap my own butt so he could tell if I was padded from the noise….

I was called out of gym class and went straight to the office still in my shorts. I saw the principal and he told me the options of ISS or swats for (as I look at them now) two pretty minor offenses. Like you said "trumped up charges". I asked to go change but the principal said that the other guy he needed to witness was going to a meeting and they couldn't wait. Otherwise I could delay it until the next day. I said I'd take the swats now. He got the paddle out and put it on the desk where I could see it. He joked about me "getting the full benefit" in shorts and he'd get it over with as quickly as he could. He was being nice about it.

He said something about my ass wouldn't get much protection from the practice shorts. When they ordered me to "assume the position,” one of the other guys walked behind, like to stare at my ass, and made a joke that Mr. Thomas was darned right about the shorts and they all laughed. It was kinda sick, but they were lightening the atmosphere or getting a cheap thrill out of having me bent over like some kid to be spanked….

I was wearing high-cut panties under the shorts so I guess there was a panty line. They sure didn’t give any protection.

I know my ass can take swats OK but it still hurts real bad. Before a swat I would clench up my buttocks and Mr. Baxter told me to relax my muscles before he used the paddle again. I guess with the pants they could see if I tensed up my butt muscles.

I wore denim overalls one time I knew was getting swats. I was told to go change into cheerleader shorts and come back.

I was wearing white cotton stretch pants, no back pockets, tight fit style. Had on a G-string so no pantyline. Mr. Davidson commented on no pantyline. He said my pants looked like they were painted on they were so tight and he asked if I was wearing panties because he couldn't see a pantyline. He told me, “The paddle will leave a good big footprint across your butt as a reminder.”

My worst paddling in 12th grade was with a female witness. She came up behind when I was bent over the desk and pulled up my skirt so he could issue swats right on my panties. Then he took a step back to make the swing bigger and the sting and noise were like MAJOR. I took 8 swats in one punishment and that was bad. He said after that I was a good deep red (I guess they could see with the panties) and I shouldn't need swats for awhile.

Mr. Wolfe is a heavy hitter. He was probably the hardest of the 3 principals when it came to swats and made boys cry. I cried a couple of times when I got more than 5, and he'd add a couple of extras if I moved or jumped. He often had a female witness, a real crazy bitch, an administrator. She pulled up my skirt one time and made me undress another time for having extra layers.

Mr. Tidwell had me pull up my shirt any time he thought it was a long tail tucked down the back. If the woman was witnessing she ALWAYS had me and my friends pull out even a T-shirt. I had shirts slide down when I was touching toes or in lunge position. You can't stop it and you jerk when the paddle hits so it makes it come down more. I had my breasts bounce out twice when I wasn't wearing a bra. That time the woman had pulled my shirt right up my back when I was in lunge position and when he hits hard you kinda lurch forward and then my tits popped out. I stood up and pulled my shirt down while he lectured but when I went back down she pulled up my shirt again so the same thing happened. He said maybe it was better she didn't pull up my shirt as it was "immodest." (his word!!)

I had on a dress, it was summer so not thick, and I had on a G-string.

After paddling he'd sometimes make me stand and face the wall, skirt tucked up. If Ms. Adams had pulled up my panties there'd be some bare ass on view, not much. It wouldn't be "most" of my bare buttocks, but maybe half if she pulled them up real hard.

We wore a school uniform with skirts. The rule was you “flipped” the skirt when you assumed the position. This meant the paddle hit with only panties for protection. A friend of mine said they had a problem a while back with girls putting on extra panties for licks, so the principal agreed we had to “flip” our skirt so the assistant principal could see we weren’t padded.
(Note: If checking for extra panties were the true motivation they could have the woman do a quick check and then let the skirt back down—Jeff)

I guess you're right about they'd see my panties [through the thin skirt] when I was bent over like that and they spanked on the lower part of my buttocks. I don't know if it was because my panties didn't cover that part. I remember when I was bent over one principal said something about he wasn't sure if he could see my bikini line or my panties, and he asked the other principal. He said, “underwear.”

It was a long thick length with a handle and it stung real bad when they hit you with it. They used it on your butt, skirt up, on your panties.

We lifted our skirts before “going over,” but whoever was “giving leather” would adjust our skirts more and raise them more if they needed to.

He always made you untuck your shirt or blouse so you didn’t have more padding down the back.

One time I was being paddled for a dress code (violation = “unseemly dress” = no brassiere under a T-shirt). The shirt slid up my back as he gave the swats. I was jerking forward, and couldn’t help arching my back in that position. My breasts nearly dropped out but the shirt caught on them so they didn’t get totally exposed. I felt humiliated, like I knew they’d both seen my breasts swaying at the hits. I couldn’t stop the shirt and he carried on paddling. They must have seen part of my breasts.

He told me off some more after I was bent over the desk. He said something about my “sticky out ass” to her, how he'd never given the board on panties so it would be "interesting" to see how I jumped. He also said he wasn't going to hold back any just because I was like that. When I was crying he said I deserved what I was getting and it was good some of it was on bare skin.

I was in the “triangle,” which the Principal called the “lunge position,” with my ass up top. That guy always said, “untuck your top and push it up” (for guys too). Like you said, they knew I had no bra (that was the dress code violation I was being punished for) and they knew my shirt would slide forward. I folded the shirt up before I bent over but 1st lick and it went loose. I swayed forward as the paddle stung a lot, and my shirt slide half way up. My hands were flat on the floor, which forced me to arch my back as I jerked, so the shirt slid more. I figured after the 2nd lick the shirt was maybe high enough up that they could see my tits. The witness was at first standing just to the right in front of me, but when the paddling started and my shirt slipped up he walked around behind me after the 2nd or 3rd lick. Maybe he looked down my T-shirt, I don’t know. The paddle was laid on hard, and my jerking made my breasts bounce more and nearly come out. They must have seen them with me bent over upside down. After the 3rd lick I could feel my shirt get caught on my breasts, so I tried to pull it back with one hand, but the principal said, “Assume the Position!” The shirt moved up even more after the 4th lick, and I figure they could see more than I realized, both breasts. I had to hold that position for a minute after the paddling too.

Mr. Richardson told Mrs. Delany to check if I was wearing a bra when I was sent for dress code. She had me unbutton my blouse and open it, even though I got the referral for the top being “see through” and Mr. Richardson had said he couldn't see bra straps. So why did I have to unbutton it? Mr. Richardson was standing on one side—don’t know if he could see my breasts but I had to open my blouse for Mrs. Delany. I guess me might have seen them too.
Then Mr. Richardson had me stand back from desk and bend over to hold on. Maybe he figured he could watch my tits bounce when he hit with me bent over. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Don't know if that means anything.

My dress was about four inches above the knee, longer than the skirt I took swats in earlier. I had on a T-back I think. I mostly wear that.

Bent over a chair or desk or holding ankles. In gym, bent over a vault horse. Skirt always flipped up by male principal or witness. In gym, punished in gym clothes. Panties never pulled down but sometimes “adjusted” by female witness (never him) to “make them tight,” which meant pulling them up tight so part of my butt cheeks were bare. This often happened as a junior and senior. She mostly witnessed for him.

Yes [I had to stand to be lectured with my hands on my head], and yes [my skirt was pulled up at the time].

If you’re called for a Gym Session, all students line up facing the wall, then you get called off one at a time, take the licks and go back in line. You also have to wear gym uniform shorts and top, with no panties - and they check you’re not padded too.

I got called to the discipline office by an assistant who came to see the coach at track practice. I was sent there from the field, didn't know what for. Had on track shorts and a cut-off top (body-fitted lycra, it's for less wind resistance than bigger clothes). I took 10 swats—and Mr. Hanners and Mr. McCrory joked that I was getting “the full benefit” of the paddling with those shorts on.

When I got searched I had to strip to bra and panties in the locker room, in front of two female teachers. She came and fetched me from the office.

I had to stand [in the hallway with my hands on my head wearing a mini skirt in the middle of a paddling] for about 10 minutes. It felt like a long time. I don’t know if there was a security camera that would have seen me there or not, but it was embarrassing.

The dress fabric was thin, sure. I think I had on either a T-back or bikini panties. It stung plenty.

We wore a one-piece gymnastics outfit which could ride up at the back and I took swats in that maybe 2 or 3 times.


My worst paddling was 10 swats given very hard, and they gave it in two fives which was bad. I wasn't expecting to get paddled that day. I thought they'd deal with it Friday after they contacted my mom as they had to check out what I'd been doing. I had on a thin skirt so it stung a whole lot. Mr. Johnson paddled. Mr. Samualson witnessed. The swats were given quick, about a minute for all 5 each time and very hard. There was about 10 minutes between sessions. I was bent over the end of the desk holding the sides.

[My buttocks were red] all day, [and bruised] a couple of days.

We all went back to class and it kinda burned on the seat. I was conscious I'd been paddled and it still gave a zap after lunch when I sat down at a desk.

The first swat was a shock and the sting was awesome. It hurt a lot worse than I expected, like a loud BANG as it hit and an instant sting, and then a few seconds later a real burn across my buttocks--like someone had set fire back there. All my nerve-endings were lit up. Then it happened again, and then a third swat. The build-up of how much it stung my ass was incredible and it kept tingling long after the swats, like "pins and needles," little sharp electric shocks.

I was bruised for about 8 or 9 days, certainly over a week I remember. The redness was still there when I went to bed that night.

My buttocks were getting kinda numb but they were still zinging from the other swats. The 3rd one of the 5 was lower and caught the tops of my thighs, which was extremely painful, like he was aiming for the bare part of my ass and let it go too low.

I was red for HOURS. Bruised about 4 days I think

After the paddling my butt was red all day. It was still very red when I went to bed and there was even some redness the next morning. It was bruised for 10 days afterward. The tops of my thighs were red too, but not bruised except one slight mark on the right leg.

Mr. Kendricks seemed to swing back further with the paddle and take like a little half step back before bringing it back to smack across both buttocks. He takes like a breath before hitting each time, at the top of the swing back.

I was red right over both buttocks. The bruising was like on the fleshiest part of each butt cheek, the part which juts out more in the middle. There were two big bruises there, one each side, and some marks on the right buttock where the end of the paddle hit deep.

My butt was red for about 4 hours, and I also had light bruises that lasted a couple of days.

The younger man who saw me take the licks said he couldn't believe how hard I got spanked and how I didn't yell the place down. I guess I can handle it is all, but it still hurts a whole lot. Don't know about "zoning out" but I kinda "distance" myself from what is happening while the punishment is happening and count out automatically.

It was DARNED painful to sit right back down. I touched the seat and zap, my ass burned. It was like an electric iron touched my skin

My ass was red still when I went to bed (about 7 hours later). The bruises lasted 4 or 5 days.

The guy with the paddle smacked me lightly a couple of times, which is
normal to take aim, then hit me very hard three times, enough to force me up on my toes.

I didn't cry but I was hurting a lot when I walked. I was VERY conscious of my burning rear-end walking down the halls to change.

The guy takes a practice swing and lays it on Bam Bam Bam so you don't have time to breath. Students in the reception part can hear when you get swats and they look to see if you cry or get upset.

It is done very seriously. The first time was in jeans and five bad swats leaving marks.

He said I should know better, and he was going to make an example of me….

He smacked my ass hard enough to almost make me fall forward, but I kept balance. He ordered me to put my fingers back on my toes before every swat, so I was stretched down which I didn't like. After four I asked if I could have a break. He said OK, but he told me to stay bent over and to hold position and not move my hands. Both principals went out of the office and left the door open. After a few minutes they came back and shut the door, and I got the last three as hard, if not harder, than the first four, so my ass was numb.

I needed to rub my ass which was burning, but not in front of the principals.

Redness lasts up to a day, bruising up to a week.

There was about 30secs or more between each swat. It was slow, like he waited for the burn to sink in. He swung real fast and hard. I could see him swing the paddle right back before a hit.

I was red when I had a shower at home before bed. Bruises lasted about 5 days.

Redness about a day, bruising 5 days…

He was the one who makes comments about pantylines and how thick my pants are. Sometimes he says how he'll have to issue swats harder because the pants or skirt looked like thicker material.

I had on panties but they were high-cut so most of my ass was uncovered and he was hitting a lot on bare flesh. She also pulled up my panties, like to make them tight, but that meant more of my ass was uncovered. I could feel them riding up. I had to stand up between swats. It was Mr. Alcor that time and I was touching my toes. 7 hard swats just about bare ass was one of the worst. It made me cry.

I got two five-swat paddlings back-to-back. I cried during the second five. It was in 11th grade, age I think 17 (may have been 16 about to turn 17). One principal issued the first five, then the witness issued the second five. I had on a dress. It was summer so not thick and I had on a G-string. The first five swats were slow with talking in between. The second five were fast and very hard with no break (about 3 seconds or less) which built up the sting so bad I couldn't help crying.

He said to step up to the desk, feet apart and bend over. I took position, and he came up behind and just WHOP WHOP, two quickly. I jumped up holding my ass. He told me to get back down or I'd get another. It stung so much I was all but crying. I managed to bend over again and hold on to the desk. I looked around, and the AP was giving the paddle to the other guy, the witness, and he gave me THREE licks even harder, like with no break. It was bad. I yelled and was crying, but they took no notice.

The paddle was larger than I thought. I'd heard about it from other girls who'd been paddled, but that's different from standing in front of a guy holding it and about to smack MY ass with it.

I don't believe he wanted to bruise me as much as he did but he did hit VERY hard with the paddle, and I wasn't given any time between licks. The buildup of pain on the last three licks… was like making me take off through the ceiling.

[The bruises lasted] I think about a week.

Yes, varies from student to student. I had marks for 2, 3 or 4 days, and my friends sometimes only a day or up to a week.

I agree dress code sucks [as a reason for paddling]. I had to assume and take 4 when I had dress code referral for this top which I worn before. Not like I had no bra, just a one inch midriff was all. Board left marks 3 days.

I know you're not allowed to smoke at school, but I'd turned 18 so it was legal at home. I thought, "Here I am, graduating next semester, holding down a job, driving to baby-sit friend's kids… and my ass is so sore from swats it's uncomfortable to sit down."

I had bruises over a week a few times.

He spanked mostly the lower half [of my buttocks] but one swat was higher. I was red all over both cheeks but darker red low down where I was hit more. The bruises were dead center on both buttocks, like at the part that sticks out the most.

Redness lasted a day or less. I didn't usually bruise from the [leather] paddle. The wooden rule--now that could leave marks.
The "rule" was a wooden meter rule one inch wide. This was used for more serious offences as it left marks right across the buttocks. The rule was given in the gym, not the office, so you knew if it was going to be a more severe punishment.

He gave licks very fast, like one every two seconds, hitting one side then the other in turn, and it was all over very quickly unless you jumped up. The sting sort of built and built with the burning effect increasing as the beating went on with no break…

I took seven swats very hard. I had on a dress and T-back panties so it was worse. The red lasted a few hours and I took bruising on both buttocks, which faded OK I'd say five or six days.

He gave me the first 2 swats. It stung so I moved. He came round front and said to put my fingers right on my toes and not to move. He walked back and issued 2 more. It was stinging bad so I moved my hands up my legs and he came round front and [grabbed my wrists and] put me back in position.

The rule left welts, a dark red print on both cheeks and sometimes a line where it digs into the buttocks at the edges of the rule. It could raise bad ridges easily on some girls. Mr. Taubman aimed mostly center or just above, hitting from there nearly down to the thighs, not up higher. He used to hit hard with that rule and it made its mark on everyone who had a Session.

Mr. Conners and Mr. Cooper talked about where I was red low down and it looked like the paddling was "working".

Mr. Danson told me his paddle was called "The Sizzle" because it smarted so bad….

[I've had bruising for] 4 or 5 days, [and redness for] 1 day.

I got bruised on both cheeks, but worse on the right where the end of the paddle hits. I got bruised pretty bad on the right cheek, from where it's fleshiest, like from half way down the buttock, to the lower part.

He went right through (10 swats) no stopping. I yelled it hurt so much, and I was crying from around 6 or 7, but he didn't stop.

All day red, and the evening. No real big bruising. I don't bruise that easy. There were some marks on both butt cheeks in the middle where it hits most.

My buttocks were real sore after that paddling so it hurt to walk let alone sit at a desk. I had to go right back to class and they were all watching to see how I sat down. Everyone laughed when I flinched as my ass touched the seat.

It hurt a LOT to sit down right after [being paddled in the hall] and I jerked when my ass touched the seat. The class didn't laugh--the principal was in the room.

My ass was red and purple and it hurt for a long time. I guess if I'd been in pants or jeans it might not have had so much sting, but the thin skirt made it real bad.

The principal who was doing the beating came round the desk and stood in front of me. I looked up and he said if I needed paddling at 17 he'd better make sure I felt the last two and to stay down until he said I could get up. He walked round behind me again, and I got the last two hits probably the hardest I've ever had. I could hardly breathe it stung so much. This all sounds very brutal when I write it down like this, and I guess it was a pretty severe beating. But I wouldn't call it "excessive" or "unfair" which I guess you'd find very strange. It's what I'm used to, I guess.


We have heard of many cases of women being paddled out in the hall, or with the principal's office door open, where other students could see or hear the assault. In several cases women were called out of the class room by a paddle wielding principal. Male janitors have "stood by" to watch several paddlings. Students sometimes watch each other get paddled when multiple victims are involved. In one of the "principal at the door" cases the victim was a very beautiful 17-year-old woman. Her beating became the "talk of the school" for the next week. Everyone who heard of it was titillated by the thought that such a sexy, adult women was paddled by men. Besides her deep shame and humiliation the entire school was affected by seeing these events, hearing the loud swats, and seeing her tear-stained red face and discomfort in sitting as she was sent immediately back into the classroom. In some future day some of them may be writing letters like the one above to spanking fetish boards and web sites looking to meet "similar minded people" in their area. If they live in the South they won't have to look far.

There is another sad but revealing case of a female runner known for a hundred miles around-an exceptionally beautiful girl and an excellent athlete. She was wearing skimpy running briefs that exposed about half of her buttocks-it was the standard running uniform-and was drinking a health drink that had caffeine. She was "caught" by a male principal who trumped up some paddling charges. Normally the school rules call for a 5-swat maximum, but she was told she had two separate offenses-one for having a drink with a "stimulant" and another for drinking that same drink-and she would be given the "choice" of two weeks suspension and losing sports, or 10 swats.

She loved her sport and childishly and innocently did not want to "let the school down" (that was so actively letting her down at the moment), and two weeks of ISS is hellish and would have hurt her grades and college chances greatly. She "chose the option" of submitting to a brutal "butt beating" from three middle aged men taking turns. She was ordered to carry the paddle across a gym full of kids with the three men following her. In the hall where they paddled her she asked if she could put on different clothes, and they said no. She had to spread her legs, bend over, and grab her ankles. Her half naked butt cheeks projected up to the three men. There may well have been a "security camera" in the hall where they took her. Each man took turns paddling her and passing the paddle to the next man until all 10 were given. Only then did they allow her to get dressed.

I agree dress code sucks as a reason for paddling. I had to "assume and take four" when I had a dress code referral for this top which I had worn before. Not like I had no bra, just 1 inch midriff was all. The board left marks for 3 days.

At school up to five swats at one go are given by the coach or assistant principal. I have also been paddled by teachers in the hall for tardies instead of reporting to the office. This is if a student is late for class or disrupting class, they call out if you want a referral to the office or take swats right there and then. I got taken out, bent down in the hall and took two.

[I was paddled in high school for] disrupting class, skipping detention, skipping class, parking violations, unruly behavior on a school bus, dress code violations… the usual shit all students get licks for.

A tardy is given if you're not in the classroom when the bell rings. You don't have to be seated but you must be in the room. You are registered "absent" if you are five minutes late or more, which is considered cutting class.

No-one ever questioned the discipline policy. That was the way it had been for years. The school was very good in every other way and all students knew the penalty for breaking rules or not performing well enough. Like a girl who played the lead role in a school play. She was nearly 19, straight-A student, and she took licks for being late for the play because her boyfriend's car broke down. She was taken to the office and paddled by Mr. Clark at 9 PM right after the play, which her parents were at! She was very upset over that…

… skipping detention...

I was paddled for "fighting." When I was 16 a boy called me a [bad name] and I pushed him, and I got 7 swats from Mr. Kinner.

Offenses were tardies, disrupting class, skipping class, smoking, dress-code, swearing, and skipping detention. Skipping class is the most serious and it's five swats. Alcohol is five swats, smoking is three, five for a second offense. All the office paddlings have been from male assistant principals.

I have had full swats twice in the last year, both times for cutting class. It is done very seriously. The first time was in jeans and five bad swats leaving marks.

I was maybe 16 or so the first time I was ever paddled. I wore clothes like at the edge of dress code, tight Ts/sweaters, scooped fronts for cleavage, short skirts, tight shorts -- just to get attention now that I look back. Sprung great tits from age 15/16…

I took five swats in the hall from Mr. Bortles because my cell phone went off in class. You're not allowed cell phones in class - and if they go off it's real serious. You're supposed to leave them in your car or locker. Guys and girls got swats for cell phones in class. It was in my purse that day and I forgot it was there until it went off.

The principal witnessing said to check my file as he thought I'd cut class before. He went check the discipline record and saw I'd had swats for cutting class…. The guy with the paddle told me stand up, step back from the desk. He said I should know better, and he was going to make an example and give me two extra--seven swats!

Jeff: When you were paddled by Mr. Sanders with the other girls--was it for skipping school for all of you?
Rhonda: Yes
Jeff: Did you skip together?
Rhonda: Yes
Jeff: Was it for a whole day, or a class, or part of the day?
Rhonda: Last two periods Friday.
Jeff: What did you do when you skipped and why did you skip?
Rhonda: Went to see a band.

I took swats six times in my senior year. Some of my paddlings were for cutting class, disrupting class, dress code….

Paddlings in my Senior year were for disrupting class, smoking, tardies, dress code, parking violation, skipping class, missing detention…

The coach is female and hits just as hard as the guys. I got eight swats off her once for a second alcohol offense and that was tough-- but not as hard as the last time I was paddled by Mr. Kruse.

I was paddled for dress code because I had rips in my jeans on the knees. I was sent up to the office, where I had to assume the position and call out four swats. I was in sports. I would have taken 4 days suspension, but I'd miss my games if I were in ISS.

Moving to Texas during high school was a real shock. I had NO IDEA I could get my ass paddled for dumb things like talking in class or being late!! Mom signed the consent form, said she didn't want me treated different from other girls. Sure enough, just 2 weeks into my first semester, I was sent to the office for four swats from Mr. Holland for talking and passing notes in class.

I took six swats for disrupting class. Mr. Hendricks took me right out in the hall. I was paddled and sent right back in.

I smoked regularly from age 15 all through high school and got paddled for it. I don't smoke now. Gave it up around age 19.

I took two swats for dress code...

[My highest number of licks at one time was] 10 swats. Skipping two days of school, 5 swats for each day. No option of ISS or detention, just the paddle. Mr. Hanson paddled, Mr. Elrod witnessed. I was in the office for about 20 minutes.

Six of us were paddled one day for disrupting class-five swats apiece.

I had 10 swats once, 5 at a time from Mr. Quinn and then from Mr. Webster a few hours apart. I was 18 and they were for skipping detention and being late for another detention. I missed the first one and was paddled five swats-and I was 15 minutes late for the second detention and I was paddled another 5 swats. To be honest I had forgotten it…

I was paddled for loaning more than $10 to another student. I got 10 swats for loaning money. You're not allowed to lend or borrow money at school over $10.

They used corporal punishment regularly through all [high school] grades. It was a common method of disciplining students even for minor offenses such as dress code, running in hall, talking in class, tardies and so on, plus poor grades or low score in a test--and of course more serious misdemeanors like smoking, profanity or cutting class.

They didn't paddle you for your first dress code for a marking period-that was detention. Any violations after that and you had the option of the paddle or ISS. 2 or 3 swats typical. With tardies-two tardies in a marking period were "free"-the third was three swats, the fourth was four swats, the fifth was five swats.

11th grade, 3 licks for parking in administrator's parking space. I was wearing denim shorts. I bent over and held my ankles in the office and Mr. Peterson gave the paddling.

I was paddled three times in one week during my Senior year for dumb things: dress code (4 licks) parking (3 licks) smoking (6 licks). Smoking fair enough, but others just dumb. Parking was wrong space one day, on grass the other. Smoking was the worst swats with a big swing, count them off. That was Monday

[MrM]

British Erotica Elements in American Schools


He has you stand there with your hands behind your head while he talks and talks. I was standing like that a few minutes--don't know exactly how long it was. He went on about what I'd done and shit about good behavior and sin and repentance. Then you pull your shirt out of your pants before you bend over and hold on.

I stood up very quickly after two and grabbed my ass, couldn't help it. I rubbed it hard to try to make the sting less bad. They said to put my hands on my head, gave me time to get over it. I assumed the position again without them saying.

Then I had to face the wall with my hands on my head, take two steps back, assume the position, then hold that position with my ass in the air and wait while he made phone calls or fetched a witness. He’d yell if I moved, like, “Hold your ankles, Denise! Stay right down!”

I stood up after four swats—but I was told to bend over again and wait to be told to stand up. I had to put my hands on my head after—he said it was to stop me from rubbing my butt.

My skirt was always flipped up by the male principal or witness.

Jeff: Did you have to stand with your hands on your head? Was your skirt pulled up at the time?
Camie: Yes. And yes.

Sometimes you had to wait while he dealt with someone else at the door or phone… but you stayed in position. I had to stand well back from the desk, then bend over and grip the front edge of the desk with my fingers and stand on my toes. When I was in the right position he'd start with the paddle.

Jeff: How did you have to call off the swats exactly?
Shelly: We had to call off the swats, "ONE SIR, TWO SIR…" Had to be fast.

.. it was an upright chair with a wood back, came about waist high. Always bent over the back.

We wore a school uniform with skirts. The rule was you “flipped” the skirt when you assumed the position. This meant the paddle hit with only panties for protection.

The office had a wooden floor and it was actually painted with “footprints” where you had to stand for swats. Same ones for the chair or bending over, different ones for the desk. Mr Clark said, “Take your marks!” which meant stand on the footprints, then “Assume the position!” and you’d bend over. Sometimes he had me stand right back from the desk, bend over, hold the edge, and stand on my toes. Then he’d start the beating.

I had to stand [in the hall] with my hands on my head for about 10 minutes. It felt like a long time so I’m not sure.

For a Gym Session, maximum licks is 10 with the rule, given without a break and about 4/5 seconds between hits. The rule goes right across both buttocks and gives a very intense sting. 4 is bad, 6 is real bad and 8 to 10 is like you don’t sit down for an hour and you have bruises for a couple of days. If you’re called for a Gym Session, all students line up facing the wall, then you get called off one at a time, take the licks and go back in line. You also have to wear gym uniform shorts and top, with no panties - and they check you’re not padded too.

I think they enjoy it. They have like a ritual about getting you in position and taking aim, then telling you off some more while you're waiting for swats and you just want them to get on and issue them. One guy walks around between swats and always had me stand up and put my hands up on my head while he talked.

I've stood in front of him for like five minutes with my hands on my head being lectured. Then he says to assume and you go down, take a swat and stand up hands on your head for more lecturing. Then down again. So the paddling takes about five minutes more and it's spread out. I could see the witness one time looking around real bored, like he was thinking, “Why doesn't this guy stop talking and just spank the kid and let her go?”

[MrM]

Position Quotes


I was facing the wide side of the desk, bent over with my chest touching about flat down on the desk. They told me to brace my feet wider apart—about 3 feet. I had to hold onto the far side of the desk and look straight ahead. I was told not to look around. I had to get up on my toes for every swat.

For the paddle, he had you bend over the desk, or over the back of an upright wooden chair (you had to bring it to the middle of the room from the wall), or you had to bend over holding your ankles. Sometimes he’d have you touch your fingers on your toes. You had to brace your legs apart about 18 inches.

I had swats a few times in the hall. I got called out, told to “flip and grab them,” which meant lift my skirt, place my feet apart, bend over and grab my ankles. We had to lift it up at the back only and then assume the position. If it fell down, you had to lift it again without standing.

There was a wooden upright “hard” chair with a straight back in the middle of the room. I had to stand in front of the chair, put my feet as far apart as the chair legs, hands on the “seat” of the chair at the front, the seat back away from me (so I wasn't bending over the back). All the principals walked behind me and the first principal stood to my left with the paddle just resting on my buttocks. He said to bend my arms until my head was six inches from the seat of the chair, so my head was down and my buttocks were higher.

I was thinking about what Jeff said about the principal getting students to “assume the position” before the paddling while they tell you off. It was part of their making you feel like a small and stupid thing. I was very conscious of this as a high school junior and senior. It happened to me more and more. I had to bend over a desk for a few minutes before swats and I also had to bend over inside the door with the door open while he sorted out things. One principal made me bend over, then made phone calls, like to my mom and others.

They had me bend over quite a few minutes before I was paddled. They were filling in forms and checking my file and I'm touching my toes right in front of them and thinking inside "GET ON WITH IT GUYS, LET'S GET THIS DONE".

Before the last two I forgot to say he told me to stand right up on my toes, he said he needed me a bit higher.
I stood at the end of the desk (the short side) and braced my feet apart about 18 inches. When he told me to assume the position, I bent right across the desk and reached out to hold the sides…. My breasts were touching the top of the desk for the first three, and when I was told to get up on my toes for the last two I guess I would have been right flat on the desk.

The office had a wooden floor and it was actually painted with “footprints” where you had to stand for swats. Same ones for the chair or bending over, different ones for the desk. Mr. Judson said, “Take your marks!” which meant stand on the footprints, then, “Assume the Position!” and you’d bend over. Sometimes he had me stand right back from the desk. I had to bend over, hold the edge, stand up on my toes, and then he’d start the beating.

Mr. Johnson opened the classroom door and he had the paddle in his hand. He called me out to the hall and he left the door open. I had to stand back about four feet away from the wall and stretch my arms out with my hands up on the wall. My chest was leaning in about two feet from the wall and I had to bend and push my ass out. My feet were spread about two feet apart.

Bent over and touching my toes, feet together.

Yes, I had to spread my legs for the paddling. My feet were inside the uprights of the desk at the end. I guess they were about 18 inches apart.

I wouldn't call it "spank.” "Beat" is the word we used. We got beaten with the rule. We put our feet on the marks on the floor (about 18ins+) and bent forward to lie over the top of the vault. Did not have to stand on toes. Butt about level when bent over

I was ordered to face the lockers. Then I had to bend over and spread my legs apart so my feet were about 10-15 inches apart. Then I had to grab my ankles and keep my legs locked straight. I looked down or sideways to see when swats were coming.

I had to put my feet wide apart and bend over and grab my ankles.

I was wearing a light cotton dress to around mid-thigh which was within dress code, “regular” panties, bare legs, socks and low -heeled shoes. I had to bend over the end of the principal’s desk, hands on the top at the sides, like leaning forward over it holding on. I didn’t look at the principal.

You are ordered to bend over the desk, hands on the top or stretched right over to the other end of the desk, or bend down and hold your ankles to take swats.

Mr. Little was real picky that I was in the right position. He had a routine. I had to face the wall with my hands on my head, take two steps back, assume the position, then hold that position with my ass in the air and wait while he made phone calls or fetched a witness. He’d yell if I moved, like, “Hold your ankles, Denise! Stay right down!”

He said to step towards the desk and reach out, grip the edge with my hands and bend down so my back was level with the floor. I was standing about four feet from the desk and stretched out.

Mr. Palmer, who acted as the witness, sat in a chair right in front of me bent over. Weird. I had to look right at him during swats.

I had a principal push my shoulders down over the desk one time but nothing else. I was not bent over far enough he said.

When you bent over the chair you had to keep your back straight, hands down on the seat of the chair, back sort of level, butt about even with your shoulders. It was a low-back chair. Sometimes I had to stand on my toes if Mr. Oliver said to.

Mr. Conrad had me hold my ankles or fingers on toes while he walked around the room and lined up to paddle me. He would have me bend over, swing back ready, and then say, “stand up and take a half step to the wall,” or “to the left,” whatever….

The last time I had swats was at 17 and wearing [thin] pants. I had to wait because he was not pleased with how I was standing when I had to reach out and hold the edge of the desk and not go over the top. It took a minute or so until I was right then he got the witness and I had to wait some more. Those 5 were issued hard and I felt them worse than if I were in jeans.

I put my feet apart about shoulder width. He didn’t say to do that. I figured the swats would be hard and it would be best to brace ready. Then I was told to touch my toes. I put my feet about 18inches apart. It was more comfortable in that position, that’s all.

Tiffany: Depends on principal. One guy has you put your hands flat on the floor and like walk them forward so your ass is up in the air. Another one has you hold your ankles with feet together not bending your legs. And the third one always told me bend over his desk (short end on the right) and had me lie flat over the top and stretch out on my toes, feet apart so I could hold the sides.
Jeff: Did you ever have to "hold the position" while he lectured or did other things?
Tiffany: Yes, most times

His name is Mr. Frank. He normally had me assume the position hands on the floor and walk forward. He calls it the “lunge” position, and he says, “Assume the lunge,” or “Assume the position,” which means bend over and touch your toes, feet together. He likes to tell you off and talk about why you're being punished.

I was wearing a short summer skirt about mid-thigh. I had on high-cut panties but not T-back. I was told, “Step up to the desk and brace your feet apart.” I guess my feet were about 18 inches apart. I stood at the right end of the desk as you look at it--the short end. He said to bend right down over the top and hold the sides. I was flat on the desk with my head to one side looking at him. He told me to face the other way.

You lie over the stool, not bend over it. You stand in front and then you are told to “go over.” You place your hips on the stool so your feet are together on the ground on one side, legs straight, and your hands hold the crossbar of the stool on the other side. You keep your head right down too.

When I was in a skirt he never said “over the desk,” it was ALWAYS touching toes. He loved the power I think, particularly with a female in a short skirt in front of him.

I had to bend over, keep my legs straight, feet together, and hold my ankles. I took four swats. I was wearing cotton pants, not very thick and with no pockets. They didn’t give much protection and it was a real bad sting through those pants.

Paddled in the hall, bent over touching toes by the lockers. He said he paddled me in the hall “as a warning to the other students in my class.”

I had to bend over the desk, feet wide apart by the legs of the desk.

I was bent over holding my ankles in front of the desk.

I had to step back from the right end of the desk, bend over and hold the sides and stretch out so my back was level with the floor, feet apart as wide as the desk legs (about 3 feet apart). My hips were backed away from the desk about 2 feet, maybe more. I was well out there. My head was just over the desk and my ass way behind. It was awkward as I had on a short dress that day. I guess it was so he could stand to my left and get a good swing with the paddle.

Bent over a chair or desk or holding ankles. In gym, bent over a vault horse.

I had to stand well back from the desk, then bend over and grip the front edge of the desk with my fingers and stand on my toes. When I was in the right position he'd start with the paddle.

Upright chair with a wood back, came about waist high. Always bent over the back.

Arms straight out to hold the edge of the desk, back level with floor, so your head was about same level as your butt. You were supposed to keep your head up and look right ahead and not look back. Your feet were braced apart same as when you bent over the desk standing closer.

They had to move stuff around the desk so they could paddle me without knocking things off. The first 5 I had to face the desk and bend over flat across the top, stretched out facing the chair behind, hold the far side, then stand on my toes. After the swats I had to stand with my hands on my head and face the wall.

I had to go face the window and touch my toes, feet together. I also had to stay in position a few minutes before and after the paddling.

… I bent straight over the desk. I had my feet spread and was gripping the far side. He walked round in front of me, behind the chair, and I looked up at him. …. Mr. Zinke, the witness, said, “Come on, Miss Stephenson, spread your arms and stretch out. Mr. Jackson needs you bent right over.” I stretched lower over the desk and held the other side. …. Then Mr. Jackson said, “Right. When I say ‘ON YOUR TOES’ I want you to push yourself up on tiptoe as high as you can and hold that position. Understood?” I answered, “Yes sir.” Then he yelled, “ON YOUR TOES!” loudly, and I pushed up on my toes. Then he said, “Good. Get up higher, push yourself up, come on. You're an athlete, Miss Stephenson. Let's see if you can hold that position until we're done. Right?”

I had to “assume the position” for about a minute before the paddling started. He had me face the desk, bend over and grab my ankles. My feet were spread apart 18 inches so I could hold my balance. After I assumed the position, Mr. Kennedy had me stand up and move a bit to the right and forward more. He said that was so he could get a proper swing. After the paddling I had to stay in that position while he filled out the referral form.

I had to stand outside in the hall after the first 5 to “cool off” before the second set. They said for me to face the wall, hands on my head, and they told me not to talk to anyone walking by.

Mr. Banks had me try four “new” positions for taking swats.
Position 1: Feet together, legs straight, bend down with palms on the floor, and “walk” hands forward so I made a triangle, ass at the top. He said it was safer than holding my ankles.
Position 2: Feet together, bend down and place my fingertips on the floor in front of me, or palms flat on the floor if I could. He said it was better than touching my toes because I wouldn’t lunge forward so much when the paddle hits.
Position 3: I had to face the wall, with my hands on the wall about chest height, then walk back one pace so I’m bending over half-way.
Position 4: He had me stand at the end of the desk and spread my legs apart so my feet were stretched out by the legs of the desk, bend right over stretched out with my fingertips on the desk, and stand on my tiptoes. Not comfortable for me at all.

Bent over the end of the desk holding the sides.

I was bent over the narrow right end of the desk. He came and stood by my right shoulder and pushed me down using both hands, one on my upper back one on my shoulder. He said, “Get yourself bent RIGHT over, get down and stay there.” Then he reached over and he grabbed my wrists hard and jerked my arms out to the sides of the desk and held them there for about 5 seconds. I remember him saying, “I want you stretched right over that desk, Miss Kruse.” He just pulled my wrists to the sides and I held on to the top of the desk.

I was bent right across the desk. Sometimes they have you put your hands on the desk and bend over, other times you bend lower and reach out to hold the far side of the desk. That time, I had to stretch out. When he came round in front of me [for a lecture during the paddling] I did start to get up but he was quite curt, and said, “Assume the position! I haven’t told you to get up yet!” So I had to look up at him while bending over the desk….

Hi MrM
I want to thank you for posting the extracts from the school paddling book. They were just great. More would be much appreciated You say it is an anti-spanking book but all the lovely details in the accounts make me wonder about the author's real interests.
It occurs to me that some more text items on your Realspanking and other sites would be nice. Perhaps some words from the girls to go with the pictures.
Thanks again
Dave

[badgirl4u]

Mr. M.,

I agree with Davids. On the videos at Realspankings.com, the profile ones....girls are interviewed before and after the spanking. However, the responses are always the same. "How do you feel"? Lady D asks. "Nervous," the girl says. Afterwards the girls just sort of nod and say it was fine, it hurt a little. Perhaps they could write a brief statement for the site about what it was really like. That way they could have a little time to digest the spanking and tell viewers more details about their feelings.

Just a thought!

~badgirl~

PS Is there any way to get them to post on here? I would love to hear some of the regulars thoughts on being a spankee. Bobbi, April, Caroline, etc. Thanks!

I agree with Dave - that guy who wrote that book sure loves spanking no matter what he says! The descriptions he provides are true -- a lot of that stuff went on when I was in hs. I think the reason I like spanking so much now is because of what I went thru in HS - weird huh? By the way, I did an Amazon.com search for the book and it never turned up. Is this book real? Or somebody's fantasy??

For an anti-spanking article, this does not sound like turn-off from spanking at all. I wonder how the girls will feel about their experiences in five years time.

Where can you order "Southern Education" book from?
Thanks!

It hasn't been published so you can't buy it. It's a book he's working on on his anti-paddling website.