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Subject: Chapter 2---My Turn

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Nick

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Date Posted: 22:20:20 03/14/08 Fri

I kept quiet about paddling Mr. Garrison, my college world history instructor, for a couple of months. Neither he nor I ever talked about it again.

However once I completed the course with an "A" grade, I mentioned the paddling to Mr, Addison, my boss, at the supermarket where I work as a part-time stocker. He asked me about my grades in college one morning before the store opened, and I told him how I pulled an "A" in Mr. Garrison's class.

"So, he asked you to paddle him for his poor performance as an instructor," Mr. Addison said.

"Yeah, and I whacked him 10 times with a paddle," I chuckled.

Then Mr. Addison asked, "Do you think poor job performace merits such punishment?"

"You bet," I answered cockily. Dad tanned my hide with a belt often enough when I did not do my work around the house. He whipped me when I was 17 for flunking a test, too. My baseball coach took a paddle to my ass whenever I did not give 100%."

Well, Nick," said Mr. Addison, "You put the corn flakes on the wrong shelf yesterday, put the wrong price on all our soups, and stacked the green bean cans in such a way that they fell over. I call that poor performance, making you deserving of corporal punishment,don't you agree?"

I was unable to answer. In the meantime,Mr. Addison pulled off his belt and ordered me drop my pants and boxers. Then he said to bend over one of the display counters. When I balked, he made it clear that it was either a whipping or immediate discharge. I needed the money, so I submitted to his command.

"Count them out, young man," he shouted as the first lick landed on my butt with a CRACK!!

"OW,OW!!! One, sir!"

CRACK!! "Oh,man that hurts,"I shouted. "Two,sir!"

This went on 8 more times. By the time it was over I was in tears, and my backside was as red as the tomatoes in the produce section. I rubbed my aching butt for about 5 minutes before pulling up my boxers and slacks. I worked the rest of the morning nursing a sore ass and avoiding having to sit.

"Any more slip-ups,young man, and it will be the belt or a boot out the door," said Addison.

I will try to avoid having to make that choice in the future!

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