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Gregory
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Date Posted: 15:01:54 03/29/17 Wed
>>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.
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>Our football coach and his assistant spanked boys
>until HS graduation. All parents know it but it
>considered normal in boyish life
In high school in the 60's our coach paddled us in the locker room--in front all teammates and whoever was present--It was bare--bending over with maximal spread legs--holding ankles--It was very embarrassing and it really hurt----It was just accepted as part of coach's job---Looking back--we liked and respected our coach---even though he paddled us as he willed---Parents and students just thought a guy needed it and we had earned it when it was our turn----It seems so odd now--but that is the way it was. My butt was sure hurt!
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