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Date Posted: 13:19:32 04/27/17 Thu
>I'm an early baby boomer. I attended high school in
>the very early 1960s.
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>One of my P.E. teachers in high school used a wooden
>paddle to discipline students. From the numerous
>similar accounts I've read on the Internet, it would
>seem that the job tended to attract men with a
>predilection for dominating and disciplining teenage
>boys. I seem to recall that the coach's paddle was
>somewhat rounded like a ping-pong paddle. Hardly a gym
>class went by without at least 2 or 3 boys getting a
>taste of his paddle. Punitive swats were dished out on
>the flimsiest of pretexts. And I doubt any boy in my
>class managed to entirely escape the sting of the
>coach's paddle. One might even wonder whether
>receiving discipline with the paddle was a mandatory
>(but undisclosed) part of the high school curriculum
>for boys (a sort of rite of passage).
>
>P.E. was, admittedly, not one of my strong points, but
>I was a quiet, well-behaved student. So I never
>expected to have a "close encounter" with the coach's
>paddle. However, one time, the coach was giving us
>instruction in wrestling. He told us to put our
>wrestling partner in a "half-nelson" position.
>Suddenly, I heard the coach call out my last name. He
>told me I had put my partner in a "full-nelson"
>position (I didn't even know what the difference was.)
> He said my mistake could have caused serious injury
>to my partner and that I needed to be punished for not
>following his instructions. He ordered me to stand in
>front of the class, bend over, and place my hands on
>my knees. I was a very shy student, and I was already
>embarrassed by being singled out for punishment, but I
>worried whether I would be able to take the punishment
>without crying, which would cause me to lose face in
>front of my classmates. When his paddle finally struck
>my ass, it practically knocked the wind out of me. It
>hurt like hell! Even though I was wearing gym shorts,
>I was surprised at how painful that swat felt. I had
>witnessed a lot of other boys receiving swats in the
>past, but until I had gotten one myself, I had no idea
>how much it really hurt. Following the initial impact,
>I felt a tingling numbness which lasted for several
>minutes. I now wonder whether the coach didn't think
>he'd ever get another opportunity to use his paddle on
>me so he gave me an exceptionally hard swat to make it
>memorable (which it was). I'm thankful he only gave me
>a single swat. I managed to take it in silence. But if
>he had chosen to give me a half dozen swats in a row,
>THAT might have reduced me to tears.
>
>There was another guy in my gym class who seemed to
>get swats with the coach's paddle all the time. He was
>the "class clown", and he was always horsing around.
>For example, he would talk to other classmates while
>the coach was addressing the entire class. This earned
>him frequent encounters with the paddle, sometimes
>more than once during a single class period. I even
>wonder whether he had a masochistic streak in him and
>had deliberately provoked the coach into using the
>paddle on him.
>
>One day, that student had already gotten several swats
>with the coach's paddle when the coach did something
>that shocked us all. [This is the honest truth. I'm
>not making it up, even though it seemed almost surreal
>at the time.] The coach lowered a couple of the
>gymnastic rings that were suspended from the ceiling.
>They had been buckled together with a wide black
>garrison belt. I have no idea why that belt was there.
>However, I had sometimes seen the coach wearing a wide
>garrison belt, which was quite a turn-on for me, as I
>associated garrison belts with masculinity. The coach
>unbuckled the garrison belt, removed it from the
>rings, and then doubled the belt over ominously. He
>then ordered the troublesome student to bend over and
>"assume the position".
>
>Suddenly, a deathly silence came over the entire
>class. We "knew" what was going to happen next. The
>coach then proceeded to give that student several
>lashes with the garrison belt. I practically "creamed"
>in my gym shorts as, even at that tender age, I
>already had fantasies about getting a whipping with a
>garrison belt. I don't know if I had imagined it, but
>I seem to recall hearing an audible gasp (of horror)
>from the entire class in unison each time we heard the
>terrifying sound of that heavy leather belt striking
>the student's ass. Were we all thinking the same
>thought? That one of us might be the next student to
>get punished with that belt, which, in our minds, was
>far more to be feared than the paddle. However, I
>never saw that leather belt being used again for
>punishment in my gym class. Perhaps, seeing it used
>that one time had put the "fear of God" into us all.
>
>Years later, long after I had graduated from high
>school, I was watching the TV news and there was a
>news segment about my high school. I was surprised to
>learn from it that my sadistic P.E. teacher was now
>the boys' vice-principal at the school! I can only
>speculate what disciplinary measures troublesome boys
>might have been subjected to in the privacy of the
>V.P.'s office
>
>For the curious, this is a true account.
If we did mistakes, we were "explained" adequately enough -
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